She Is (Sirianna)
Sirianna was having such a good morning.
It started the night before, when Harry tricked her into talking to Billy. Sirianna should have known that if Harry wanted to go lay in a field and watch the stars that he would go with Steve, not her. Sirianna had been annoyed by Harry interfering, but… but then she actually talked to Billy and it was okay.
Sirianna didn't say she loved him, she said she needed time to adjust, to make sure of it before she said it.
"So many people have hurt you," Sirianna said, her hand caressing Billy's cheek gently. "I don't want to be another name on that list."
It might not have been what he wanted to hear, but they were okay, Sirianna was sure of it. She went to bed, thinking about Billy, and slept for ages. By the time she was being poked awake, Sirianna felt as if she had slept for days rather than only six hours.
"Siri… Sirianna Lily…"
Sirianna groaned, rather disinclined to open her eyes. When she was poked again, by a quite pointy finger, she caved. It should have been startling, opening her eyes and finding El's face right in hers, breathing Sirianna's air and staring unblinkingly with her big brown eyes, but… it was sort of normal, honestly.
"Eleanor Rooooose," Sirianna sang, grinning while she stretched on the bed and she felt her back pop. "Good morning."
Was Eleanor Rose El's name? Sirianna had no idea, but it was a damn sight better than Eleven and Sirianna liked that they both had flower middle names… it connected them more. Plus, Eleanor was a lovely name, Sirianna heard it in school and immediately decided it was perfect for her sister.
"Good morning." El smiled and she was so sweet, down to her very soul she was a darling. How Sirianna had ever accused her of murder was absolutely absurd. "Here."
Sirianna looked at what El shoved toward her in a plastic sack and saw that it was a box of frozen waffles, a jar of grape jelly, a bottle of syrup, six Twinkies, and a box of tea bags.
"Um…" Sirianna tilted her head curiously at the assortment of food. "What is this?"
"It's breakfast in bed." El smiled, clearly pleased with herself. Which… okay… except for Sirianna couldn't exactly eat frozen waffles and she wouldn't eat half a dozen twinkies on her own either?
"This is lovely," Sirianna said politely, showing an appreciation for the gesture, as strange as it was. She smiled warmly at El, "Thank you."
El rolled her eyes, actually rolled her eyes - little snot.
"You have to take it to Steve's and share," she said. "See?" El started pulling twinkies from the bag. "Siri, Harry, Steve, Billy."
"That's four?" Sirianna said. "You gave me six?"
"One is for Hop and one is for me."
Of course they were. El had a little sweet tooth addiction, it was difficult to get her to even eat vegetables. Though Sirianna discovered that El would eat canned carrots if Sirianna drenched them in brown sugar. Any other time and Sirianna had to threaten to make Hopper ground her to get her to eat a single vegetable.
Sirianna might have launched into yet another lecture for El about how sweets weren't really breakfast foods, they were for snacking, but Hopper started yelling for them in a rather panicky way.
"KIDS! HEY, KIDS! Shoes and jackets! Now!"
Sirianna was only able to share a startled look with El before they were both jumping to obey. Hopper didn't yell often, the last time he had was when the portals between their world and the Upside Down had opened and El was nearly attacked by a werewolf.
El threw Sirianna her jacket, Sirianna flipped over the edge of the bed to toss El's shoes to her. It took them less than twenty seconds before Sirianna snatched the bag of food, El flipped her bag of books and magazines over her back, and they were rushing to Hopper.
Hopper had his police jacket on, his gun strapped to his hip, and his very serious look on his face.
"Cruiser, now," Hopper snapped at them. "There's a tornado warning, where's Harry?"
That…
"A tornado?" Sirianna asked, her body jerking to a halt while all of her fears about creatures and wizards froze just as suddenly. She crossed her arms and scowled. "You terrified us for a tornado?"
Tornadoes were just wind or something! That wasn't worth screaming about!
"Yeah, Sirianna, a tornado," Hopper said, still rather snappy. "Which can't be fought off with magic and can flatten this fucking house. Where is your brother?"
"Steve," El said, helpful while Sirianna was still annoyed.
"Steve got a basement?" Hopper asked Sirianna. How was she supposed to know that?
"Let me check my map of Steve's house I carry around," Sirianna rolled her eyes. What a stupid —
Oh.
Oh, no.
It was a tornado. Which was Harry's favorite thing. And, apparently, could flatten a house.
"Yes, Steve has a basement." Sirianna was the one rushing again then, pushing El toward the door so they could leave. "You need to take me there. And, um…" Would El get hurt if there wasn't actually a basement to keep her safe?
"And you keep El with you." Sirianna patted Hopper's arm distractedly as she pushed her sister past him. "You'll keep her safe, I believe in you."
Or else.
Hopper turned on his lights and sirens so that he could speed through town. El didn't seem phased, she actually acted bored while she snacked on a twinkie… Sirianna looked in the bag at the four that she was given and wondered, not for the first time, if El had any sort of mild seeing abilities.
"El, what am I thinking right now?" Sirianna asked abruptly.
El blinked at her, "Harry."
That really was too easy of a question. They were close to Steve's though, so Sirianna only squinted suspiciously at El.
"We're going to talk about this later," she promised.
El, honestly she was such a shit lately, it was Max's influence probably, smirked at Sirianna.
"I know," she said simply.
An absolute shit.
Sirianna kissed El's forehead anyway when Hopper pulled up to Steve's and she made Hopper swear that he would keep El safe and away from tornadoes.
"You keep Harry away from them," Hopper said knowingly. "Tell him that he is forbidden from chasing after tornadoes. Got it?"
"Got it," Sirianna agreed wholeheartedly. Harry was not to go chasing a tornado. She winced when a siren louder than Hopper's car started blaring, filling her body with some sort of instinct to flee.
"Tornado sirens, it's a watch now," Hopper yelled over the siren. "Basement, Sirianna. Go. I'm taking El to the Byers."
Sirianna nodded and then jumped from the car, hardly noticing that El had returned one more twinkie to her bag of ‘breakfast'. Sirianna staggered while she ran and Hopper didn't move his car until she had thrown the front door open and burst into Steve's house.
It was calmer inside the house and Sirianna had a sudden panicked thought that Billy might be in his little house - so little it could be blown away - until she saw him at the top of the stairs. He was so adorably sleep rumpled with his hair flattened on one side and his sleeveless-shirt and sweatpants wrinkled.
He… he probably slept in Steve's room. Which was a strange thing he did on occasion, but Sirianna tried to not think about it too often.
Did they cuddle though?
"Tell me that's food," Billy complained, taking the stairs two at a time to get to Sirianna. Even if he did cuddle Steve, it was Sirianna who he kissed so sweetly.
"El sent breakfast," Sirianna said, beaming despite the less than ideal conditions. She had missed him, missed him terribly. "Um… Harry didn't sleep with you two, did he?"
Because that might be an issue. Sirianna slept with Chrissy because they were friends so she didn't say anything about Billy and Steve sleeping together, but if they had her brother in the bed then she might be rather peeved.
All of those concerns were washed away when Billy huffed and rolled his eyes - proof that he taught it to Max who taught it to El.
"Don't fuckin say it like that," Billy sniped without any real anger - because Sirianna was sure he liked to sleep with Steve. It wasn't a big deal, they were friends. "And baby bird was too busy snuggling Theo to even think about poor fuckin' Steve."
Theo… Theo…
Sirianna's heart started to beat a little faster and it had nothing to do with the siren still blaring outside, nothing to do with the weather.
There was only one Theo that Sirianna knew who Harry would be ‘snuggling'.
"Siri! This is Theo, my best friend!" Harry stood with his arm around the shoulders of another boy with pale skin, dark hair, and big brown eyes. Sirianna thought it would hurt, Harry calling someone else his best friend, but Theo was grinning at Harry and there was something so sweet and special about it that it didn't hurt, it didn't feel the same as the way that Sirianna was Harry's best friend too.
Sirianna looked at Theo's green tie and she winked at Harry quickly before she sighed as dramatically as she could.
"Oh, ugh! Harry, why would you buddy up with some slimy little snake?" Sirianna asked, teasing Theo and Harry both. "You need a nice Gryffindor to be your best friend. Like - like Neville!"
Theo's lips tightened and Sirianna tried to not laugh as his grin for Harry disappeared all at once.
"Maybe not everyone wants to be best friends with loud and rude lions," Theo snarked.
Maybe, yeah. Sirianna saw Theo's arm around Harry's shoulders, saw that they both had their bags filled with books, and she finally did laugh.
"Well if you're Harry's best friend then you'll have to get used to me," Sirianna told him.
Theo stuck his nose up, but it seemed just as playful as Sirianna had been being.
"I'll see if I can get over the smell."
Sirianna rushed past Billy to get to the living room when she heard people moving around in there.
It couldn't be, there was no way… except it was.
Sirianna stopped in the living room doorway and Billy stood behind her, Steve was across the room looking rather unhappy, and there he was.
Theo Nott, all grown up, was stretching on Steve's sofa from beneath a blanket he shared with Harry. Sirianna gawked at him, a million questions rushing her, and Theo flipped over and noticed her staring.
It… was impossible. Theo shouldn't know - and yet there he was - and he was looking at her and Sirianna didn't know what she was feeling beneath her absolute shock.
"Oh, Merlin." Theo's voice was deeper, Sirianna might not have recognized it if she wasn't staring at a boy she hadn't seen in years. "Who invited the smelly lion?" he asked, swinging his legs off the couch so he could stand up.
Sirianna's shock was still there, but a sense of glee bubbled up in her stomach and she tried to stick her nose in the air, as haughty as Theo had once pretended to be.
"Ugh, not another slimy little snake," she said. When Theo cracked a grin, Sirianna let her laugh escape as she ran toward him for a hug. Theo threw open his arms and caught her and they were both laughing as he spun her around in a circle.
Sirianna didn't know how he got there, why, when, what?! But she was already so excited for him to be there and that was before Harry chuckled quietly when Theo dropped Sirianna on the sofa after spinning her into dizziness.
"You're so tall!" Sirianna cried, thinking of little Theo who used to smile so much at Harry, who followed them down into the trapdoor. Little Theo who hid behind books and never strayed from Harry's side all through their year at Hogwarts, even when other kids weren't so kind to him.
"And you've got a boyfriend!" Theo was beaming, the same smile he always had, but on a more mature face. "Ron's going to be crushed, Siri. How could you? I thought you were going to be a Weasley?"
Sirianna laughed again and she popped up to find Billy, to introduce him to Theo. That was when she noticed that Billy and Steve were standing together, sharing rather similar looks of unhappiness. Which, odd, but there was a tornado siren still blaring through the house.
Which reminded her…
"Oh! Harry!" Sirianna turned to Harry with Hopper's message on the tip of her tongue, then she whipped her head back to Theo when what he said finally made sense and her heart soared. "Is Ron here?!"
If Ron was there and Harry didn't tell her, Sirianna would - she would… she would get rid of the tornado and every other tornado in the entire world. Sirianna would cure tornadoes just so Harry couldn't see them ever again.
Theo shook his head, still smiling. "Not yet, I imagine he and Sirius will be here soon. They won't be happy with me, I fully expect you to protect me."
Sirius…?
Sirianna… Sirius… that was… odd. Sirianna had a rather unique name.
"Who is Sirius?" Sirianna asked curiously. They had a brilliant name, certainly.
"I keep forgetting! You two will never believe it! So Sirius is—"
"Hey!" Steve, rather rudely, cupped his hands around his mouth and yelled, interrupting Theo. "There's a freaking tornado happening! Maybe we take this to the basement?"
Oh, good. Steve did have a basement.
"Relax." Theo hooked his thumbs in his pockets and shared a nearly maniacal grin with Harry, the type of grin that used to mean that they had diabolical and flawless plans to ensure Harry was appointed seeker or that Draco Malfoy was going to regret being rude to them.
"It's only wind, right, Harry?" Theo drawled. Sirianna's stomach twisted sharply, because they couldn't be serious.
"Tornado sirens only go off when there's a tornado touched down within a ten mile radius." Harry was on his feet so quickly that it might have been apparation. "Do you think we can find it?"
"Harry, no," Sirianna said firmly, grabbing his elbow before he got any wild ideas. "You cannot go find a tornado."
"What? It's a tornado, Siri!" Harry suddenly gave Sirianna his most pathetic look, all pouty lipped and puppy-eyed. "You know I've always wanted to see one."
Sirianna did know that, she also knew they were dangerous and Harry could be careless sometimes.
"I'll be with him," Theo offered quickly. "You know I'll keep him safe, Sirianna."
Sirianna hesitated, nostalgia warring with her instincts to protect Harry. Theo didn't know, he didn't know Harry as well anymore, Harry had changed… but Theo was still Theo and if there was anyone Sirianna could trust as much as she did herself - maybe more - to keep Harry safe… it had been Theo.
"What? No, nobody can go chasing tornadoes!" Steve cut in, his voice sharp with what Sirianna assumed was panic about the weather. "Sirianna!"
It didn't matter if Steve was scared, Harry was standing there staring at Sirianna pleadingly, practically vibrating with excitement. Harry loved tornadoes, he had always wanted to see one. And Theo was there, Theo. It was Harry's best friend in the world, his truest of all soulmates, and - and Harry was sixteen… Sirianna didn't want to hold him back even if it made her feel sick to imagine him so close to danger.
"Don't be idiots," Sirianna told Harry and Theo firmly. As lovely as it was to see Theo, to hear that Ron would be there soon, it didn't mean that Sirianna wouldn't find extremely creative ways to destroy Theo if he let Harry get hurt. "Not one scratch," she warned him, glaring so he knew she was serious.
"Not one!" Theo grabbed Sirianna in another brief hug. "I'll tell you everything when we get back," he promised.
"I love you!" Harry said, hugging Sirianna too briefly after Theo did. "Be safe! Billy will help! Bye!"
Sirianna wasn't sure which had more speed - the tornado in Hawkins or Harry and Theo while they ran out of the house together, their hands clasped and their rapid fire conversation about wind speeds falling behind them.
It wasn't until the door closed and Sirianna thought she heard a crack of apparation outside that she realized how very quiet it had gotten in the living room. Shoving her nerves about Harry down, she turned and saw Steve's chin was on his chest and Billy's forehead was scrunched up unhappily.
"Who the fuck is Ron?" Billy asked. He… hm. Sirianna had to stare hard for a moment, but she fought back a grin when she realized what it was. Billy was jealous. Darling, beautiful, brilliant Billy was jealous of Sirianna's best mate from years ago.
Sirianna didn't know what Steve's problem was but she was hiding giggles at Billy's ridiculous reaction.
"Ron? Oh, Ron Weasley," Sirianna said, walking extra slow toward Billy to tease him some more. "He was my first friend, outside of Harry. His mum knitted me a jumper once and I asked him if we could get married."
Sirianna had and Ron said ‘ew'. Then Sirianna asked if she could marry Fred or George, just to be a part of Ron's family, and Ron rather morosely told her that he supposed they could get married after all if Sirianna promised to not snog him. They spit-shook on it and then shared a tin of fudge for breakfast in their cozy new jumpers.
Billy impatiently grabbed Sirianna by the hip when she got close enough and he pulled her to him. He still seemed jealous, but he saw the impish grin and sparkle in her eyes and his hard expression softened.
"Yeah? That's shit, babe. You'd trade me for some fuck named Ron just because he's got a mom?" Billy was sparkling too, his old sparkle of playfulness that had been so terribly missed. "What a bitch move."
"Isn't it just?" Sirianna breathed, grinning up at Billy happily. Everything was happening so quickly that Sirianna really couldn't wrap her mind around it all - Theo and Ron and tornadoes and Sirianna still had a bag with frozen waffles in it.
"I'm going to the basement," Steve said loudly. "Feel free to get crushed or whatever."
Sirianna frowned at Steve's back while he stormed away, momentarily peeved by his bad attitude.
"What is his problem?" she wondered aloud. It wasn't like Steve to be so rude. Even in the mornings, even when they were being attacked by magical creatures, Steve kept up a rather steady optimism. He was prone to panic-driven rambles, but not blatant rudeness.
"Theo's pissing him off," Billy said, clearing up nothing. "God, is Ron that fucking awful?"
What? Theo wasn't awful? Theo was amazing or - he had been, when they were first years together. Sirianna doubted that he had changed too awful much, since she did walk in on him cuddling her brother like they were eleven again while she and Ron silently broke in their dorm and pranked them. It was just as sweet then as it had been as children.
Sirianna started to defend Theo, to tell Billy how awful it must have been for him to lose his best friend, but her voice broke off in a scream when Steve's entire house seemed to shake and a large glass window in the living room shattered. The wind sprayed glass through the room, little shards that Sirianna would have been cut by if Billy hadn't picked her up the second it broke.
"Basement," he yelled shortly, jogging through the house with Sirianna kind of indignantly thrown over his shoulder. It was childish and demeaning, but Sirianna assumed it would be a bad time to have a row over Billy treating her like a little kid.
Plus it was kind of sweet that he didn't want her to get swooped up by a tornado and thrown in the sky… like Harry better not have happen to him.
Though, Sirianna assumed he would be wildly and inappropriately thrilled to be swept up in a tornado.
Billy threw open a door off the kitchen that Sirianna never paid much attention to and was halfway down a set of wooden stairs when she realized how dark it was.
Very, very, dark.
There was a weight pressing on Sirianna's chest as the light filtering through the kitchen flickered as the house shook again then extinguished completely. The wind was howling as loudly as the sirens, setting Sirianna's pulse off in a mad race that somehow quickened with every step Billy took.
It - it was pitch black and the air was too thin, too damp. It smelled all wrong, like a room that was rarely ever used and too cramped for a girl to really fit in.
By the time they reached the bottom and Billy bent over to put Sirianna on her feet, her legs were shaking and she crumpled down, only barely making it look purposeful. It was a basement, not a cupboard, but she couldn't see and her chest was tight and Harry wasn't there - he wasn't there.
The house shook violently and a crack echoed through the room, the crack of a belt and the cry of her brother who didn't do anything wrong and who was being punished anyway.
"Sirianna?" Steve was there which means she wasn't in a cupboard, but a basement. A basement. Not a cupboard. A dark basement with the walls closing in on her in the blackness, threatening to suffocate her while she could do nothing for her brother.
Sirianna ducked her head between her knees, tried to breathe in through the straw lodged in her throat. It was cold and damp and Sirianna could hear her aunt yelling through the wind - yelling how Sirianna was useless and Harry a freak. Every creak of the house was Harry crying, back when he would cry and Sirianna would claw on the locked cupboard door, ripping her fingernails up to try and get to him.
When Harry started crying, when he had taken as much as he could, Sirianna yelled until her vision went spotty and the dim view of her own knees became painted with black spots.
"LEAVE HIM ALONE!"
It wasn't Harry's fault, it wasn't. Sirianna startled him and all he did was drop a plate. It didn't even break, it bounced right up to his hands and Harry had looked thrilled to have such good luck. Sirianna had been thrilled for both of them until Uncle Vernon snatched Harry by the collar and Aunt Petunia grabbed Sirianna's arm.
Sirianna was thrown in the cupboard - "You useless freaky little girl!" - and Harry was dragged to their bedroom upstairs while Uncle Vernon shouted about teaching him a lesson.
"Baby, hey." Someone had Sirianna by the shoulders and they shook her, rattling her head back. Sirianna couldn't hear them over the pounding in her ears from small fists that were bloody from clawing for freedom trying to batter down a locked door. The longer she fought, the longer she stayed; not fighting was never an option when Harry was hurt.
"Is she breathing?!"
No, she couldn't breathe. Not in the cupboard, not with Aunt Petunia snarling at her that she would stay in there for a week if she didn't shut her mouth.
"Sirianna, I will knock your ass flat on the floor and give you CPR if you don't open your fucking mouth and breathe, right now!"
"That is not what CPR is for, Billy!"
Billy? Sirianna tried to lift her head, it was too heavy, and a pained sound broke through her teeth. It was a ragged and harsh exhale, shaking as badly as the entire world seemed to be.
Or was it only her prison? If the house was flattened, would Sirianna die in the cupboard?! Could Harry get her out? God, where was he?
"Fuck. Give me your sweater."
Sirianna went from being curled up tightly, waiting out what always felt like a lifetime, to being laid flat on her back, someone holding her shoulders in place while she shivered.
"Babe. Breathe." There was a face in front of Sirianna, blue eyes she could hardly see through the swimming darkness of the cupboard. Something soft was stuffed under her head and a hand pressed on her chest, just hard enough to break through the numbness that had spread.
"In and out, Sirianna," a voice murmured. "Come on, breathe in."
Sirianna tried, she did. She tried to breathe in like they asked, they weren't yelling and Harry had stopped crying. In… it hurt and she said so.
"I know, baby, do it again, real slow." The hand on her shoulder moved to her face and Sirianna felt her muscles twitch before there was a thumb, rough but gentle, sliding back and forth on her cheek. "Real slow, breathe in… one, two, three…"
Sirianna breathed in and it hurt a little less, the ache in her chest loosened a tiny bit. She breathed out and it was shaky and seemed to relax some of her body.
"Do it again, come on…"
Sirianna did it again, then again. Sirianna laid and breathed until it didn't hurt, until the blue eyes in her face were Billy's and her body was shaking. Billy inhaled, Sirianna matched him. He exhaled, she exhaled.
"Hey, gorgeous." Billy was so calm, so unbothered. He started rubbing Sirianna's arms, bringing some warmth back in them. "I'm starting to think you like giving me fucking grey hair."
"Yeah." Sirianna sounded hoarse and she tried to clear her throat, it was too dry and scratchy as if she had been screaming recently. Maybe she had - it felt like her mind had gone as dark as the basement they were in.
"You'll be terribly fit with grey hair," she said, trying to sound normal, to not be flooded with embarrassment for whatever scene she must have made. Billy snorted and helped her sit up, easily shifting her around so that she sat sideways across his lap.
"You'll look real witchy when your hair goes grey," Billy said casually, running his fingers through Sirianna's hair that felt sweaty. "I'll get you a broomstick and a black cat, really get into the spirit."
Sirianna could see them, she could. If she closed her eyes, got her mind off the dark basement and the smell of her own sweat and fear, she could picture Billy when he was older. He wouldn't be as muscled as he was then, he'd go soft with age. His hair would get grey, his eyes as blue as ever.
And Sirianna could see herself beside him, maybe she had picked up knitting and worked diligently on jumpers and socks for Harry's grandkids. It would have to be done with magic though, Sirianna would need a hand free to hold Billy's while they enjoyed each other's company as much at sixty as they did at sixteen.
Was… was that love? If Sirianna could only see a future with Billy beside her, if that was the only future she wanted, did that mean she did love him?
Sirianna rested her head on his shoulder, let Billy stroke her hair and talk casually with Steve about how they could repair Steve's house from any damage caused by the tornado. Steve's voice was tight, Sirianna didn't think he liked the basement any more than she did, but when the wind died down and the siren blaring had stopped, he suggested they go back upstairs.
"Let's see if we're both living in your car," Steve said, a joke that wasn't very funny.
"As if." Billy stood Sirianna up, held her hand without making a fuss over it. "You bought your shit-mobile, you live in your own backseat."
"You can both stay with us," Sirianna offered, momentarily overwhelmed with gratitude and fondness for them both. It - it was embarrassing, freaking out over a basement. Sirianna had lived through much worse things than the cupboard, she didn't even think about her relatives hardly ever, it shouldn't have caused her to lose her mind entirely.
"Yeah, Hop'll love that," Billy said sarcastically, taking the lead up the narrow staircase without letting go of her. "I'm sure another set of bunk beds in his house is right at the top of his dream scenarios."
Sirianna shrugged, assuming that Hopper wouldn't mind for at least a few days. Hopper did let Sirianna and Harry move in and move El in, after all. Perhaps he liked having a house full of people, maybe he was lonely.
The main floor of the house wasn't as dark as it had been, though the lights were all off. It made her worry for Harry and she pushed her free hand on her chest hard, feeling for the space in her heart where Harry stayed… he didn’t feel —
Happy. Harry felt happy. That absolute shit was traipsing through a tornado, having the time of his life. It was very like Harry to behave in such a way, Sirianna hoped he felt her annoyance, though she knew that he would have been back in an instant if he had felt her fear at all.
Sirianna could hear wind and rain falling through the living room windows while Billy first pulled her to the garage to check on his car.
"Oh… Billy…" Sirianna's heart shattered when the three of them stepped out into what had once been the garage. There was a tree collapsed halfway through the room, just enough to let the rain fall through and to have smashed both cars.
Steve inhaled sharply when he saw his car, the top dented in and the windshield shattered, but Billy's face went immediately blank in what Sirianna knew had to be an awful amount of pain.
That car meant the world to Billy, it was - it was quidditch and flying and magic and friends all in one for him. Every sense of freedom he had was in that car.
"Harry can fix it," Sirianna swore quickly. Harry fixed it once before, he would do it again. If Sirianna could find out where in the States she could buy a wand and spellbook, she would do it herself. But Harry wouldn't mind, he was using magic more and more lately.
"Engines are tricky things to fix with magic. If one spark plug reacts badly, the whole damn thing needs redone."
Sirianna, Billy, and Steve had been so distracted by the ruined cars, the ruined garage, that they had never noticed the man who leaned against what used to be the door to get outside.
He wasn't terribly old, perhaps Hopper's age, but there was a restless energy about the way he walked that had Sirianna pulling Billy away while Billy tried to shove her behind him. Sirianna didn't know him, she had never seen a man with long black hair done in silky curls not unlike Billy's curls, but there was something familiar about his warm grey eyes and the smile that slowly unfurled the longer he stared at Sirianna.
"You might not know this," the man said, speaking directly to her, "but you look just like your mother. Except for your hair, you have your father's hair, poor girl."
"Who are you?" Sirianna asked. She wasn't scared of him, though maybe she should have been. There was something about him, something that made her think he wasn't her enemy or someone who was there to hurt her.
"Sirius Black," the man said, stopping just in front of her and completely ignoring Billy and Steve on either side of her. "I'm your godfather."
Sirius Black…
Sirianna had always wondered where her parents found her name, she even asked Professor McGonagall once about it. Professor McGonagall had been vague, unsure. And Sirianna finally felt certain that she knew.
Sirius Black was her godfather and Sirianna was his namesake.