Squib – Sirius/OC

Squibs were a rare, peculiar breed; never spoken of, never met and never quite understood.

A wizard is born a wizard. A muggle is born a muggle. Magic is not only ability but identity as well. A key to the only world you’ve ever known. It’s inconceivable then that not everybody who should get the key, does. Is a squib one of us or one of them?

And so squibs are trapped in limbo between the alien world of the muggles and the untouchable world of magic, of their family.

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“They tried to kill me when I was 10”

“A few months before my 11th birthday they took me on holiday to Cornwall, my brother stayed at a friends house. One day, when it was sunny, they told me that we’d take a walk. All week, my parents had been acting weird, and I figured the walk meant they decided to love me again. We strolled along the cliffs, they never spoke but I used to that, then after a quarter of an hour Father looked Mother and she nodded”

“They walked to the very edge of the cliff and Mother waved me forward. I figured they wanted to show me something. I went to them and Father bent down and said in this odd blank voice ‘You’re better off dead’. Then I remember falling, then something sharp and rough then cold. I remember trying to swim and screaming at them to help. They didn’t, they just looked shocked at first, I think they expected the fall to kill me, then they just turned around and walked away”

“When woke up on a beach, everything hurt. Later, after people found me, they said all the bones in my left leg and my left ribs were broken, a few more things as well. And my skin! So much of it had been torn away by rocks and the waves…”

“They to get me to tell them who my parents were, I pretended not to remember. Nobody believed me but after a while they gave up anyway. School was bad, really bad; at first I still remembered what my parents used to say about ‘magicless filth’, I wouldn’t talk to anyone. After a while, I tried making friends but it was so hard! I couldn’t talk to anyone about anything, I didn’t understand what everyone talked about, and I couldn’t talk about myself. The scars didn’t help”

“In Year 8 –when I was 13- a group of boys decided I was funny. They made up all kind of jokes about me and people started laughing wherever I went. When I was changing for P.E. one of them took a photo, they printed copies by next week the whole school was laughing photos of me naked. I remember my first period I thought I was dying; nobody had explained it, my foster carer was more like a landlady.  I just sat against a wall and waited to die.

“But it eventually got better, I left school, got a job and found a boyfriend. Herbert, god he hated his name, played the guitar and taught it to kids. He was great with children and I used to imagine him being the dad and me the mum and all the children with his hair and my eyes. Then the magicfolk came when Herb and me were sleeping, they just appeared, there was green light and he stopped moving. They took me to a dark room and I stayed there for months, I still don’t know why they didn’t kill me, eventually the ‘aurors’ came”

“They told me Herb was dead, everything I thought would happen just…crumbled. I was too in shock to process it when one of them gave me a letter and said I’d never be back to normal.”

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“Hello, excuse me, are you Sirius Black?”

“Yes”

“I’m Valena Harri-…Rosier” “Is this place always so crowded?”

“I guess, I don’t come here often”

“Right, right, of course” “Mr Black, I think we need to talk, could we go somewhere more private?”

“Of course”

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“Is there any chance of avoiding this?”

“Would we be here is there was?”

“No, you’re right, I just had to ask”

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