Chapter 1 : Lovely Layla Lockwood
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Author's Note: So, the idea came to me to write a Sirius Black fanfiction and I decided that this was the way to go. Hopefully, it's not too cliche of a story. But give it a chance and let me know what you think, yes?
Sirius had always noticed her. Well, after he noticed her for the first time during fifth year, that is. How could he not? She was beautiful. Lovely Layla Lockwood, he and his friends had taken to calling her.
It had started off as an infatuation with her beauty; he knew that much was definitely true. She could have easily been the most beautiful girl in Hogwarts. Even James, whose judgment about other girls was clouded due to his attraction to Lily Evans had to confess how lovely she was.
But she was taken by Adam Boberg, beater on the Gryffindor quiddich team. However he knew that, given the chance, he’d gladly initiate a fight with Boberg if it meant he could have Layla. Her being off-limits, just made it that much more tempting for Sirius. And deep down, he knew that she wanted him too. Or so he told himself. Arrogant as ever, Sirius never thought he’d see the day that a girl turned him down.
As a matter of fact, he shaved extra close that morning because he knew he would be partnered with her for Potions. After one very eventful Potions lesson, in which he and James had managed (not-so-accidently) to blow up half the classroom, Slughorn had finally banned them from being partners. In doing so, he had forced everybody else to switch partners as well and a very lucky Sirius was paired with Layla Lockwood. He was beyond pleased with this new arrangement.
He knew that with the right amount of Sirius Black charm, she could very well melt in his hands and Boberg or no Boberg, she could be his by the end of the week. He couldn’t wait.
His anticipation was visible during breakfast that morning as he watched Layla’s lovely form appear at the Ravenclaw table. He was nearly bursting at the seams from being so excited at the prospect of getting Layla Lockwood into bed. His friends definitely noticed something was up.
“Oi, Padfoot, why are you so chipper this morning?” Peter asked, looking rather suspicious. Sirius tore his eyes away from Layla and looked at Peter, merely shrugging in response.
James, knowing exactly what was up with his best mate, smirked. “Oh, don’t mind him, Peter. He’s just got it in his head that he’s going to somehow charm Layla Lockwood into his bed.”
“I am going to charm her into my bed,” he said, his smirk matching that of James.
Remus rolled his eyes and Peter frowned. “But isn’t she dating Adam Boberg?”
“As if that even matters to him,” Remus replied.
“Besides, it’s always entertaining to watch Sirius kick some bloke’s arse,” James laughed.
“Not if that bloke is on your Quidditch team and Sirius sleeping with his girlfriend makes him unable to concentrate on the field,” Remus pointed out, effectively wiping the smile off of James’ face and causing Sirius to shoot him a look.
James quickly turned to Sirius. “Can’t you just wait until next term when Boberg’s graduated?” he asked him. “I don’t want this thing ruining any chances Gryffindor has at winning the cup this year.”
“Yeah, she’s just one bird,” Peter added, not so keen on losing the cup that year either. “It’s not like there’s not loads more of them here at Hogwarts.”
Sirius shrugged and resumed eating his breakfast. His eyes wandered to the Ravenclaw table, and he took in the sight of Layla reading a letter. He appreciated her cream-colored skin and though he liked girls with short hair better--there was just something so damn sexy about a bird with short hair--he thought her long brown hair complimented her rather nicely.
"Careful there, Padfoot, if you stare any harder, she might combust," James teased, shaking him out of his thoughts.
He scowled as his friends laughed at his expense.
Layla was sitting at her desk in Potions, chewing her fingernails. She knew it was a horrid habit and that Alex, her older brother, would scold her for it later, but she couldn't help it. On the desk in front of her, a letter rested. It was worn and creased from her constant folding and unfolding of it since she had received it yesterday morning.
Sirius Black, her new Potions partner, sat in the seat next to her with a charming smile. She returned the smile, making an effort to sit up straighter and removed her fingernails from her mouth. She clasped her hands together and let them rest on the desk.
"I saw the Prophet this morning," Sirius told her. "Are you excited?"
"Hmm? Oh, yes, very," she replied.
"Have you met her yet?" he asked.
She shook her head in response. She started wringing her hands together, another nervous habit of hers, and tried forcing them still. She should be excited for her father, really. And she was. She was glad that he had finally moved on after thirteen years and had found somebody to make him happy. But she couldn't stop herself from being so damn nervous about it. What was there to be nervous about, anyway? Alex had certainly found the news delightful.
"Well, I'm sure she'll be lovely," Sirius assured.
Another forced smile. "Oh, I'm sure she will be."
She noticed her hands were wringing together again. In an effort to make them stop, she smoothed out the parchment in front of her. Her eyes found the words that she had read over and over; she had practically memorized the words.
Layla, it began,
I was rather hoping to surprise you with this delightful news upon your return in two weeks, but that would most certainly be a failed attempt seeing as it is going to be the headlining news on the Prophet tomorrow morning.
Do you remember that lovely woman, Rosalie Higgins, I had briefly mentioned to you during Christmas Break? Well, I am unashamed to say that I have fallen in love. I asked for her hand in marriage and she said yes!
Can you believe that? Me, getting married! I hope this news brings as much joy to you and your brother as it does me. I cannot wait for you to meet her upon your arrival home. I just know that you two will get along swimmingly.
The wedding, as the Prophet will inform you, will be in July. I know that coincides with our yearly holiday to France, but I'm sure you understand. There's always next year, after all.
I must end this letter now, for I have urgent matters to call upon. I miss you and your brother dearly. Rosalie and I await eagerly for your arrival home.
Love Always, Your Father.
His signature sat at the bottom of the page.
"Layla, my dear!" the jovial professor called out from the front of the class. He was grinning at her. "I heard of your father's engagement. I'm sure you're very excited for him."
Layla felt a small heat rise in her cheeks as she took notice of all the heads turned towards her. "Er, yes sir, it does," she responded.
Horace Slughorn grinned at her response. "It pleases me that the Minister was finally able to move on after the loss of your mother. Please pass my congratulations on to him, will you?"
Layla winced at his words but responded with a polite smile anyway. "Yes, thank you sir. I will."
Slughorn nodded, pleased. "Now then class, today we will be discussig a rather difficult potion known as . . ."
Layla hastily folded up the letter and stowed it away in her bag, pulling out some parchment and a quill as she did so. By the end of the lesson, she had succeeded in taking an astonishing amount of notes.
Sirius let out a low whistle. "That's a lot of notes."
Layla smiled a little at him. "Er, yeah, I tend to do that."
"It's kind of impressive he said," then, hastily added, "Hey, listen, d'you think you could help me out with the homework? I wasn't particularly paying attention to a word 'ol Sluggy was saying." He pointed to his notes, which were more random drawings than anything.
She didn't particularly want to help him, but not wanting to come off as rude, she smiled and nodded. "Oh, erm, yeah, of course."
He gave her one of his charming smiles. "Great. When are you free?"
She thought about it for a moment. "Well, if you'd like, I could go up to the Gryffindor Common Room after Quidditch practice and help you then. I was planning to go up there to see Adam anyway."
Layla thought she noticed a flicker of disappointment cross his face, but it was gone as fast as it came, and he nodded, sending her another charming smile. "Sounds perfect."
“I’m going to be a mother!”
Alarmed at the news, Layla’s head shot up and she looked at the pretty blue-eyed blonde. Many people at the Ravenclaw table had also heard her announcement and were staring at her with wide eyes, similar to Layla. Whispers began breaking out.
“I’m going to be a mother,” Anna repeated. She was positively beaming.
“What do you mean you’re going to be a mother?” Layla demanded. “What happened? Who’s the father?”
Anna laughed, piling her plate with some chicken. “I’m not pregnant, you dolt. Professor Toole predicted that I’d have three children in Divination today.”
The relief on Layla’s face was evident and she relaxed her shoulders a bit.
“I think I’d have to have sex to be pregnant,” Anna added thoughtfully, “and I haven’t had any yet to my knowledge.”
“Did you have to say it like that?”
“How else was I supposed to say it?”
“Something along the lines of ‘Hey, Layla, guess what Professor Toole predicted about me in Divination today’ would’ve been a lot better. In about five minutes the entire school will have heard that Annabelle Turpin is going to be a mother,” Layla scolded.
Anna shrugged. “It’s not true so it doesn’t bother me. Besides, in a few months they’ll all notice that I haven’t gotten any bigger and know that it was just some stupid rumor. Plus, it’ll be very amusing to see what stories they come up with about how it happened.” She laughed, probably already imagining the possibilities.
Layla stared at her.
“Oh, stop being so uptight about everything.” Anna poked her. “Despite what you think, it’s really not that important what others think of you.”
Layla frowned. "Well that's easy for you to say, seeing as every aspect of your life doesn't end up in magazines and other such rubbish."
Anna didn't seem to sympathise with her best friend, despite the truth of her words. The day after Layla and Adam had gotten together, there was an article written about it in Witch Weekly. She hadn’t even had a chance to tell her father yet. Just imagine the owl that she had received that morning. Anna must have been remembering the same thing because she laughed. Unlike Layla, who had been completely mortified, Anna had thought it was hilarious.
Anna rolled her eyes. "You know nobody actually cares what the daughter of the Minister of Magic is up to on a daily basis. They just need something to gossip about."
"But it's embarassing."
"Stop being so uptight," Anna repeated. "You could at least attempt to make new friends. I know I'm your only one," she teased.
"You are not."
Anna scoffed. "Who else then? And your brother doesn't count."
"Well, there's Adam."
"He doesn't count, either."
"Well who else have you got?" Layla shot back.
"Loads of people."
"Well there's Jeremy Price, for one. Although the twat always insists on calling me Annabelle." She wrinked her nose in distaste. "Then there's Evana Richardson, Daisy Stonem, and--"
"Well . . . I've got Sirius Black," Layla interrupted triumphantly. "And he's worth more than those three put together."
Anna seemed dubious. "Sirius Black? Have you ever even spoken to him?"
"He asked me to help him with his potions homework tonight. I'm sure we'll become the best of mates."
Anna stared at her. "Sirius Black?" she repeated.
"Yes, Sirius Black."
"Do you really think that's a good idea?" The huge smile that was usually plastered on Anna's face seemed to have vanished completely. It was replaced with a stern look that Layla rarely saw.
"Well it couldn't possibly be a bad one," Layla replied uncertainly.
Anna shrugged. "Well what did Adam say about it?"
Layla narrowed her eyes at her friend suspiciously. "Since when do you care what Adam thinks? You don't even like him." It was true. Anna was always voicing her opinion that Layla only agreed to go out with him because he was someone that her father would approve of.
"Listen, it's just you've heard all the rumours. What if he's up to something?"
Layla mulled over Anna's words in her head thoughtfully. "I don't think he would," she said after a while. "We're going to be in the Gryffindor Common room."
"Oh. That means Adam will be there."
"Exactly, you dolt."
“I don’t think he’d be daft enough to try anything in front of Adam,” Anna confessed, and then her face lit up. "Can you imagine all the fun you'd have if you actually became friends with Sirius Black?"
"Trouble, you mean? No, thank you." Layla shook her head then stood up. "Well, I've got to get to practice now. See you later, yeah?"
So what did you all think of Sirius' character in this story? Too cliche, maybe? And what about Layla? I know she seems a bit surreal with the way I'm portraying her right now but it is necessary for the plot. As we get on with the story, she won't seem so surreal anymore.
I know it's a tad short but this is like a type of intro. I promise the rest of the chapters won't be as short.
But please let me know what you think. I'm dying to know. So please rate and review.
Ta, Lovely Readers!
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