lcviolin07: Letters Written Longingly (Sirius, G)
Title: Letters Written Longingly
Author: lcviolin07
Prompt set: 100.1
Prompt: 68, Letters
Word Count: 976
Summary: Cassie Potter looks in an old box in Sirius’ room at her parent’s house. She finds a box of letters Sirius wrote to her over the years. Sirius/OC
Rating: G
Disclaimer: It’s not my sandbox, I only play in it.
AN: Taken from my story Beginning of it All (available on FF.net). This is a new version of Ch. 9: The Letters. I rewrote the entire chapter for this prompt.
Letters Written Longingly
Cassie pulled the box away from the wall where she had pushed it after her last time in the room. She wanted to read the letters that were left. Sitting cross-legged on the floor, she pulled the flaps open and peered inside. She pulled out an old Hogwarts yearbook, from Sirius’ graduating year, a small, black velvet bracelet box, a smaller cardboard box full of letters: all addressed to Cassie, and a pile of photographs.
Cassie looked through the pictures, remembering when most of them were taken. Many of the photos were taken Cassie’s 3rd year, when she and Sirius were still dating. There were a couple of Lily and James, grinning; one was after James had proposed, Lily was showing her ring to the camera and laughing. Cassie felt the tears well in her eyes as she placed the pictures aside, vowing to look at them again later.
She picked up the black bracelet box and opened it. A note fell out when she opened the top and inside the box was a silver charm bracelet. She looked at the bracelet and smiled at the four charms, a lily flower, a stag, a dog and a wolf. Picking up the note, she read the familiar script aloud:
“Cassie~
Happy 17th Birthday, love. This is to remember us by when you’re on your tour of America. Love you.
~Sirius”
Cassie smiled through her tears. She never received this on her birthday. She had had a small party, only James, Lily, Harry, Sirius, Remus, Catherine and Wormtail. She wished Sirius had given her the bracelet, it would have made the past few years more bearable.
Reaching into the box, she pulled out the smaller box and placed it on the floor. She opened the top and pulled out the pile of letters. The dates ranged from February 1977-August 1981. She picked up the first one and began to read.
February 16, 1977,
Cassie, you dumped me today, the first girl ever to do so. I feel like I should be angry with you, but I’m only angry with myself. I should have listened to you. We should have just told James. Why don’t I ever listen to you? You’re almost always right. You were definitely right about this.
I’m sorry. I’m sorry because I hurt you, more than you hurt me. I didn’t deserve you. You are...were the greatest thing to happen to me. I’m sorry Cass. Please forgive me.
Yours, Sirius
She picked up the next letter in the pile, placing the first one on the floor next to her.
June 26, 1978,
I wish I could tell you how I feel. I wish I knew how I feel. I know I miss having you. We were together for 3 months and 15 days. Those 3 months were the best of my life. You made me so happy, made me feel like someone really cared about me. Just about me, not my name… not my looks… me.
I miss you Cass. I miss you being here.
Yours, Sirius
The next letter was just the same.
September 16, 1979
I see what James and Lily have. They look so happy at their wedding. I want to have that. I want someone who cares about me. All those girls, they don’t care. They just see me on the outside. They don’t care about what’s underneath this adorable exterior (yes, I just complimented myself).
You care about me. You always ask how I’m doing. I can talk to you about things I wouldn’t even dream about telling anyone else. You actually care about what I’m feeling. Pathetic, I know. But I miss you.
Yours, Sirius
Cassie picked up the final letter, and she silently wondered how it got here. It was written in 1981, long after her parents had passed on and the house locked up. She assumed Sirius came here, before he was placed in prison, and put the box here. Maybe hoping she’d find it.
August 31, 1981
Cassie. It’s your last night before your 7th year. I held you in my arms tonight. I wish I could hold you all the time. It was the greatest feeling. I want to fall asleep with you in my arms, protecting you. You whispered something. I think I heard what you said. I think you told me that you loved me. I hope I’m right.
I’ve finally realized what I feel for you. I love you Cassie. You’re amazing. You make me smile when I’m down. James is going to kill me if he finds out. He’s so protective of you. He’d never let you be with me.
I want you back Cass. Would you think about it? Do you still want to be with me? If I heard what I thought I heard, you do. I love you Cassie Potter. I don’t care what James says, I’ll tell him, before even asking you to get back together. I’ll tell him how I feel about you. I’ll tell him that I love you, that I want to protect you, to keep you safe. Please?
Love you always.
Cassie wiped the tears away with the back of her hand. She remembered back to that night. She remembered how it felt to be in his arms, to feel safe and secure. She had whispered that she loved him and she did. She really did. She never felt this way about anyone, even now, knowing he was in prison, probably for the rest of his life.
“I need to see him,” she said aloud, surprising herself. “I’ll go to Azkaban, I need to visit him.” She threw the things back in the box and pushed the box back against the wall. Standing, she brushed off her jeans and grabbed her wand off the table. “I’ll be back, some day, just not soon.”