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Losing you Slowly. by PolyJuice_
Chapter 1 : Losing You Slowly.
 
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Disclaimer: JKR’s Characters are not mine, or any of the quotes, all quotes in here are from the movie “A Walk to Remember”, except for the ones listed as otherwise.

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"What is a friend? It's a single soul dwelling in two bodies." -Aristotle.

 

 

“All I bloody wanted was some one who wants me, as in Sirius. Not a Marauder.” I cried irritated.

“What?” Gasped James. “You don’t want to be a Marauder anymore?” That threw me over the edge.

“Of course I do you git! I just wanted a real girl friend. Someone who didn’t have a lump of plastic under her shirt. Some one with more than 3 brain cells,” I ranted. “I had that with Aura. She understood me and now she’s gone!”

“Mate.” Said Remus reasonably. “What happened? You never told us, you just came back from Dumbledore’s in a rage.”

“She’s been taken by the Death Eaters.” I said softly; and as I sat there I could feel the tears spilling over. I tried furiously to wipe them away before the guys saw. James tactfully looked away. “Remus, what do I do?” My diplomatic friend silently got up and walked to his dresser before pulling out a bar of chocolate, but before he could reply, he got interrupted.

“Taken?” Peter squeaked. Oh shit, I thought. Now the questions would come. And true to their natures,

“Are you okay?”

“When?”

“How did they get past Dumbledore?”

“Damn. That’s bad.” Came James’ voice. I rounded on him.

“Really?! I wouldn’t have know if you hadn’t said that,” I replied sarcastically, no longer caring about crying. “Will you all just leave me alone!”


“I'm scared of not being with you.“

 

I stormed out of the dorm shouting a string of curses any bloke would be proud of. Any bloke with a girlfriend. Although I did have a girlfriend, but her life was endangered.
I didn’t see how this could have occurred, she had always so strong! She had been the one who understood me, the one who calmed me down when I was raging, or taking things out on my friends. I wished she was here, but if she was here I wouldn’t be in this situation in the first place.

As I walked the halls I heard Dumbledore come running up behind me. “Mr. Black!” I turned sharply, hoping he had news of Aura. “She’s been found.”

My eyes lit up in excitement, but Dumbledore’s face remained impassive. “But?” I questioned, knowing there was a catch.

“She’s been left with a fatal wound.” My eyes widened, shocked,

“No!” I ran down to her, pausing briefly, wondering where she was. From behind me I heard a soft voice whisper,

“Hospital wing.” I turned and nodded to the old professor before heading off to her her as fast as I could.

Once I got there, she was lying in a bed, so peacefully, despite her wounds. Part of me wanted to run up and shake her awake, but I knew that would be selfish. I took the seat beside her and I waited.

 

“All I know is... you're beautiful”


It was about one in the morning when she woke up.“Sirius?” She muttered, “Is that you?” She winced as the tried to lift her head. I shushed her and took her hand, rubbing circles into it soothingly.

“You don’t need to talk now, Love.”

“I do though. I have a fa-”

“Fatal wound, yes.” I interrupted her. She sighed, resting her other hand on my knee and pulling herself up, flinching as her head bit the headboard.

“I need to tell you how though.” She said, tears beginning to form. “Dumbledore was wrong, it was not the Death Eaters. It was my Father. He then handed me off to the Death Eaters” She said grimly. I gasped, knowing her Father was an abusive drunk and the Death Eaters were just plain cruel. “He took me last night gave me to them.” She shuddered and turned her head away, dropping my hand.

“How cowardly.” I muttered.

“Yeah, right like he would get his hands dirty. The cruiciatus curse, Imperio.” She closed her eyes. “But the worst part? The worst part was the potions. They would feed me these things, I never really knew what they were. And that’s how I got the-” She paused, motioning to her body. “You know.” I nodded, I did know, I knew far too well by the sight of her. It crushed me to see her like this. I almost chuckled at the thought that she had gotten me so emotional. One look at her solemn face was enough to quell that thought however. She look at me before continuing softly, “I did know one of them though. It was a form of wizard cancer, incurable. I studied it during my month junior training as a healer.”

“Why though?”

“Why? Because I wanted to be a healer.” At the look on my face she rolled her eyes.

“You know what I mean.”

“I was trying to lighten you up a bit.”

“Don’t.” I said in a clipped tone.

“Mother.” She shuddering, her Mother had always hated her. When Aura was eight, she left her husband and daughter. She really had had a screwed up childhood.

“Father contacted her and tried to get back together. She said yes, but only if they could be sure not to be bothered by me again. This was Fathers way of keeping that promise.”

“How did you get back?”

“Dumbledore.” She said simply.

“I love you, you know that?” I kissed her forehead. “You’re the strongest person I know.”

“I love you too.” She said before resting her head down again and gently shutting her eyes. I gulped, debating my next move. This time I did chuckle at how girly she had made me. After a long internal battle, I finally made up my mind to do it. She looked up, eyes hurt, when I dropped her hand. That look was replaced by sheer terror, and her jaw hit the floor as I knelt down and pulled out a ring. “Will you do the honour of marrying me?”

“Sirius?” She asked unsure. “This will only make things harder for you when I go.”

“I don’t care.”

“We’re 17...”

“You’re an old lady though.” She gave a watery chuckle.

“Then...” She looked at me, expectantly, as if waiting for me to retract my proposal.

“Yes.”


“You’re my angel.”



Five years later I still remember her. I remember her smile, laugh and tears. I remember the taste of her lips and the feel of her hair. I remember the look of the ring on her finger, the look of the ring on my finger, and the look of our hands entwined the band of marriage glittering in the sunlight of the chapel. Her long veil being lifted over her smiling face. But mostly I remember her dying words. “I do.”

“She taught me everything. About life, hope and the long journey ahead. I'll always miss her. But our love is like the wind. I can't see it, but I can feel it. “






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