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~Sirius~

I made sure to walk in the shadows of Magnolia Crescent.

I had came here in hopes of catching a glance of Harry, which is exactly what I was getting.

Peering around the corner of the alleyway I stood in as a dog, I watched Harry drag his trunk and empty owl cage across the sidewalk.

He collapsed against a low wall, right across from me. I took a step closer, watching the look of panic take over his face.
I wanted nothing more than to walk over there and comfort him, but I'd look insane, and probably would get arrested again.

But I didn't need to go over there, as Harry seemed to have found me.

He stood from his spot against the wall, taking a step closer to me.

"Lumos," Harry muttered, light coming from the end of his wand.

His eyes met mine, shocking his to where he fell backwards.

A deafening bang filled the air, and soon, the all to familiar Knight Bus was separating Harry and I.

I listened to Harry's conversation with Stan, and watched them take off.

'Until we meet again, Harry."

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~Claire~

I frantically rotated the vase of roses for the hundredth time. If it was any more to the right, then the light from the window bounced off of the glass vase. Any more to the left, and the roses bright red color seemed to look a shade darker.
But at this angle, it seemed almost perfect. Yet something wasn't right.

I bit my lip as my eyes landed on the withered rose at the side. It's petals drooped low, it's color a dark brown.

These roses were the same roses that Sirius had once hung around my four poster bed at Hogwarts, and the same roses I clutched in my hands at our wedding. They were also the same roses that held a charm. The roses lived as Sirius's and I's relationship did.

The roses were not doing as well as they were before that Halloween night. Several roses hung low. Brown petals gathered around the vase.

There were fifteen roses in that vase. Three roses were bare, their petals among the ones around the vase. Two were dropping over the side of the vase. The ten others stood tall and bright.

It was kind of weird that I was flipping out so much over the vase, when the flowers were what needed touching up. But those flowers meant so much to me.
Sure, a third of them represented the flaws in my marriage, but the other ten flowers proved that Sirius and I's relationship was still strong.

I considered that amazing considering Sirius wasn't aware we still had a relationship.

Moving on, the reason I was so frantic, was because I was having an important guest.

Scarlett was once again out of the house, shopping with Angelina, Katie, and Alicia. Which was perfect for me, as Scarlett was forbidden of knowing of this important guest.

The familiar sound of apparating told me that my important guest had arrived.

I pulled the door open to reveal, Remus.

"Remu-"
"Claire, I want to apologize," Remus interrupted.
"What for?" I questioned.
"I-I thought you were the secret keeper, and it ended up being Sirius," Remus sighed.
"That's, actually, one of the reasons I asked you to come here," I muttered.

Stepping out of the way, I signaled for Remus to come inside. I led him over to the living room, and watched as he reluctantly sat on the small couch across from me.

"What do you know about Sirius?" I asked, my voice shaking slightly.
"I know he's a back stabbing traitor who deserves to go back to Azkaban for the rest of his life," Remus growled.

I bit my lip slightly as I realized this wasn't going to be as easy as I had hoped.

"Remus, I believe there may be a chance Sirius was framed," I spoke. It wasn't exactly the truth. I didn't just believe it, I knew it.
"Framed? Claire, I know you thought you were meant to be, but you weren't. Sirius didn't deserve you," Remus stated.

I scowled at him as he sympathized me.

"Remus. I don't believe Sirius did it," I scowled.
"But he did, Claire," Remus sighed.
"But he didn't, Remus," I spat.
"And what proof do you have?" Remus inquired.
"For one, he told me they changed the secret keeper. Two, Sirius is the person who'd fall asleep on the ground of Scarlett's nursery, with her on his chest. Three, roses."
"Roses?" Remus questioned.
"Mhmm. The roses that, erm, Camellia, charmed," I explained warily.

Remus froze at the mention of Camellia's name.

"Camellia is the sole reason I disagree with you, Claire," Remus scoffed.
"What?" I questioned.
"Claire, Camellia died because someone told Voldemort where her and her family were. Has it not occurred to you that the person who told Voldemort where James and Lily were, is the same person that told him where Camellia was?" Remus growled.

I thought about what he said, shaking my head disbelievingly.

"That wasn't Sirius, Remus," I denied.
"Then who was it Claire?!" Remus roared.
"I don't know Remus! But it wasn't Sirius!" I retorted.
"My fiancé died! My fiancé died because someone told Voldemort where she was! Claire, I want to kill whoever did it! I lost the love of my life because Sirius – or whoever it was – decided they were going to sell her out!" Remus's voice bounced off the walls.
"Remus, just, look at the roses," I sighed, pointing over at the dining room table where the roses were.

Remus stood from the couch, walking over to the table.

"They're dying," Remus stated, looking back at me.
"No they're not," I denied, walking over to him.
"Yes Claire, they are," Remus retorted.
"Remus, they're charmed to live as Sirius and I's relationship does," I explained.
"So your relationship is dying?" Remus asked.
"Well, kind of. That's after twelve years though. Twelve years and only five roses have died," I spoke.
"And how far apart have these died?" Remus questioned.
"One died on Halloween. One died three days later on his birthday. The others died within the first few years. The last one however, died ten years ago," I stated.
"Why did one die on his birthday?" Remus inquired.

I chewed on the inside of my cheek as he stared at me, waiting for an answer.

"Because that was the day he found out I divorced him," I mumbled.
"What?!" Remus exclaimed.
"I divorced him," I repeated.
"Then why are you defending him?!" Remus demanded.
"Because I didn't legally divorce him," I breathed out.

Remus just stared at me, waiting for an answer.

"Albus told me I had to divorce him, but I refused. So we made a deal. Sirius would be told I divorced him, I would act like I did, and I could only tell one person about it," I explained.
"One person? Me?" Remus asked.
"Mhmm," I nodded.
"Why me?" Remus questioned.
"Well who else would I tell? He wouldn't let me pick Scarlett. James, Lily, Peter, and Camellia are dead-" Remus flinched at this. "-So you were my only option."
"So you've been acting like you're divorced, for twelve years? You haven't been in any other relationship since he was arrested?" Remus inquired.
"You haven't been in any other relationship since she died?" I quipped.
"Touché."

I averted my eyes to the roses. Admiring the beauty of the ten living ones.

"What does Scarlett know?" Remus asked.
"She knows that her father left when she was three, and that he's still alive. She knows small facts, like his age, a little of what he looks like," I sighed.
"And what does she know of me?" Remus questioned.
"She doesn't know anything about you. She's forbidden to know you're her godfather, and all she will know is that you're her Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Which brings us to our next topic," I declared.

Remus arched an eyebrow at me.

"I want to be the DADA professor too. So, would you be willing to share the job?" I asked.
"Share the job? Is Albus okay with that?" Remus questioned.
"Yep. Just need your permission and we're set!" I exclaimed.
"And why do you want the job so much?" Remus asked.
"Uh, maybe because my husband is said to be going to Hogwarts, and my daughter and godson are going to be there? And might I add, neither of them are allowed to know what role he has in their lives," I explained.
"Alright, I'm fine with it," Remus nodded.
"Great! So, I, erm, kind of need you to get out of my house? Scarlett's going to be back any minute," I stated.
"Oh. Okay, bye Professor Bennet," Remus called.
"Bye Professor Lupin," I laughed.
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Another short chapter! Surprise!

Sorry, bad surprise. I know these aren't very exciting so far, but I do need to write about the summer before they go to Hogwarts. The next chapter, however, I can assure you, will be exciting! Hint: Twins

Now! I have a story!
So, recently, I went and watched the new Jumanji movie with my family. I loved it, good movie. But in case you all don't know, Karen Gillan(Lily) is in it. So the whole time, I was squealing because it was Lily. Also because Karen Gillan is an amazing actress. That's normal! But a few days after that, my sister and mom were talking about a new movie Andrew Garfield(Remus) is in. Again, flipping out because it's Remus. But then seconds later, my sister started talking about how Dylan O'Brien(James II) is in a new movie. I just thought it was a funny coincidence that they were naming actors and actresses that I used as face claims.
But then something weird happened!
It's not really that weird, but it's kind of creepy.
My sister just announced that she was pregnant, and was talking to me about baby names. It was adorable, she was naming names I thought were so cute. But then she said that there was one she was really considering that she really liked for a girl.
Scarlett Claire.
Someone tell me that's not creepy! That's creepy!
Scarlett Claire?! Is it seriously just a coincidence that she's been thinking of using my character's name, along with that character's daughter's name?!
It's creepy!
Let me just add, that neither my mom or my sister, have ever read one of my stories! They just know that I do write stories.

They're on to me!!!!

Anyway, I'm done with my rant. I hope you're all having a nice day! Love you!
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