FIC: Phantoms (2/?)
Title: Phantoms
Chapter: Chapter 1
Category: Harry Potter (Pre-DH but using some spoilers as to Regulus life, but nothing major)
Rating PG for Language
Genre: Romance/Angst, Family relationships
Pairings: Regulus/OC, Sirius/Athena
Characters: Morgan, Regulus, Sirius, Athena, Zara, miscellanous background characters
Summery: The past has caught up with the Smiths. Chapter ONe: How Regan and Morgan met during a cold november night in 1981.
Read the Prolouge
Author Notes: I think with this story, I'll be going back and forth. Each chapter will alternate time periods so chapter 2 will be back in 1996. Note: This chapter has adult language, as will future chapters. Hence the higher rating.
Chapter One:
November 3, 1981
He hated this. He couldn’t get away from the news broadcast. So here he was at the local pub, trying his best to get so drunk he couldn’t hear the words they spoke anymore.
Today, Sirius Black was apprehended and charged with the murder of 13 people, including his best friend James Potter and his wife Lily Evans-Potter. Authorities say he has been put into a high security prison but will not disclose the location….
Sirius Black, the suspect in an explosion that killed 13 people and the murders of two residents of Godric’s Hollow was imprisoned today. The Minister has…
Sirius Black…murder….
He slammed his drink on the table, causing a few of the other patrons to glance his way, as well as the red-headed bar keeper. She raised an eyebrow and was probably the only one to keep watching him when the others turned back to discuss Sirius Black and his awful crime.
“So what was it?”
“What?” He looked over her, confused and a little drunk wondering what the hell she was going on about.
“What is it that has you drinking yourself away in this place?” He snorted and went back to his drink.
“I’m sure you hear enough stories around here. You don’t need to hear mine.”
“Was it a girl?”
“No,” he said with a laugh, “I can’t recall the last time there was the opportunity for a woman to cause me trouble.”
“What is it then? You’ll feel better to tell me then keeping it inside,” She said with a smile. He had to admit, upset and drunk as he was that she was quite attractive. She kind of reminded him of his brother’s friend….the muggleborn. Lilith? Lauren? Lily? Anyway, they both had long red hair although the girl in front of him had it in a darker shade. Her eyes were a hazel, leaning towards brown rather then green. And she certainly had nothing to be ashamed of when it came to her body even if it was curvier then what was considered fashionable. He gave her one of his grins, that usually gave the girl in receiving the idea of what exactly on his mind, but she just raised an eyebrow.
“That’s not going to work with me, mister.” She smiled and refilled his glass. “So, spill.”
“You’re annoying, you know.” He said before downing down the glass, which did get him another raised eyebrow. Damn. She was seeing that as proof that she was right.
“Of course I am; I’m right.” She took the glass away this time. “I’m Morgan Spencer, if that makes you feel any better.”
“Regan Smith.” Took him ages to remember that name, as close as it was to his real one. But after 2 years he was used to pretending he was someone he wasn’t: Regan the muggle.
“So, Regan, I take it your upset about the big news story. Did you have a relative or a friend involved?” She had a sympathetic tone to her voice as she stated her assumption.
“In a manner of speaking.” He sighed. He might as well. The girl was a muggle, she wouldn’t know anything. “I grew up with Sirius Black.”
“I’m sorry.”
“He didn’t do it.”
“What makes you say that?” She was curious now about his brother. It didn’t sound like she was accusing him of anything.
“Sirius wouldn’t have killed anyone if he could help it, especially not his best friend. He almost got a….associate of ours seriously injured when he was 15 and he never really got over that particular lapse in judgment and he hated the guy with a passion. I can’t see him doing the same thing to someone he loved, or someone he didn’t know.”
“You loved him.” She said. “I’m assuming here that he’s a relative of sorts. You don’t seem to be interested in guys, but I suppose I could be wrong.”
“No, your right,” he said with a smile. But the smile faded away as he thought about his brother. How did you explain their relationship? They had been very close when they were younger, but once Sirius had started school things had started to grow distant between them. Sirius had his own friends, ones who didn’t want to hang out with the ickle baby brother, and his parents certainly didn’t approve of him associating with muggleborns and “muggle lovers” so that canceled that out completely. Sirius changed over the years, growing further and further apart from the family, which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing but he had missed his brother. He had never really connected with anyone the way he had with his brother when he was younger. He had friends, certainly, but not close friends.
“Sirius has a daughter, you know,” he stated after a few minutes of silence. “She’s four years old right now; she’ll be five in March. Her name is Elizara.” And from one of the few times he had actually had a chance to see Zara; he knew full well she’d be a heartbreaker one day. She had inherited her father’s good looks and her mother’s ability to use it to her greatest advantage. The last time he had seen her had been when she was two and he had seen her wrangle the usually stick-to-his-guns Remus into giving her the cookies her mother didn’t want her to have.
“That’s nice, different, but nice.” Morgan stated with a smile. “They never stated he had a family of his own.”
“They wouldn’t. They want to paint a picture of a monster, someone to blame, and someone one wouldn’t find living next door to you raising a family.”
“They will have a trial.” She stated softly. He just snorted and took another drink that he didn’t remember her giving him.
“He’s a scapegoat. Even if they have a trial, which I doubt, they’ll put as much false evidence to prove without a doubt that it was my brother who killed those people and not someone else.”
“Your brother?” Her face showed a bit of recognition.
“Shit.” He laid his head on the table. You are an IDIOT, he thought to himself. He had just blown his cover with one word.
“I won’t tell anyone, you know.” Morgan tilted her head. “I doubt anyone would believe me or not. They all believe your dead.” He raised his head in shock. “Yes, now that you said it, I’ve recognized you as Regulus Black,” she responded in a whisper. “You were only a year or two ahead of me in Hogwarts and everyone in my dorm had a crush on you.” She paused and smiled. “Mostly because they were too young to be interested in your older brother.” Although I have to say I find it odd that a rumored Death Eater would be sitting in a muggle pub trying to drink himself out of hearing his big brother on the news.”
“Well, it was either that or risk the wrath of my fellow followers. I put a crimp in their battle plans.” There was no way in hell he was going to tell her what exactly he did. No one knew, except for Voldemort (he assumed) and Dumbledore who had rescued him from the cave. She also didn’t need to know that he actually did die for a few minutes
“Voldemort is dead,” she stated turning her head sideways and cleaning another glass before filling it and sending it to another customer. It wasn’t too busy tonight.
“That’s good news.” Morgan looked at him for awhile, as trying to figure out wither to like him or not now that she knew what he had done the past couple of years.
“I’m a muggleborn, if you must know.” She said. Obviously trusting him enough not to go berserk on her. Besides she had blackmail material. Her smile let him know that she wasn’t afraid to use if it necessary. She would have made a good Slytherin.
“Scared you might offend me?” he said with a smirk. He had learned by now to change his thinking on muggles. When you live around people, your opinions of them change. “What house.”
“Ravenclaw, actually. Just graduated a few months ago. Decided I didn’t want to deal with magic anymore. So I’m probably in the same boat you’re in.” She paused and looked at a clock. “If you want you can come with me when I get off. I can supply alcohol and no radio or television to listen to.”
~*~
Morgan hadn’t been completely truthful with Regulus. She had recognized him off the bat, but had assumed she had to be wrong because there was no way Regulus was alive. Her dorm mates had crushed on him…but not a lot. He was handsome, but not quite as handsome as his brother, although most of the girls didn’t really know Sirius, since he was a good five years older then them. She only knew him because she had been Lily’s tutoring student during their seventh year and had met James and his friends a couple of times. Her friends affections for Regulus were more of admiring him as he walked by then anything active. No, for that they had someone else.
She was a muggleborn, and her parents had died last year while she was away at Hogwarts so she had given up both magic and moved away from where she lived to start a new. Where no one had heard of Voldemort. But when she had saw him enter the bar a few nights ago, she knew that she had missed having someone who understood what she was going through and had kept an eye out on him, making sure he didn’t get too drunk.
She supposed it could be seen as she targeted him that night, knowing he’d feel worse then usual. She didn’t remember the relationship between the two brothers, but she had heard rumors of that family and she could imagine. Bringing him home seemed like a good idea once he started to babble about the magical world if only to keep the other muggle patrons unaware of the world.
However, she hadn’t expected him to fall asleep as soon as they got into her flat. He looked so innocent when he was asleep, and more like his brother then she had realized. It was still true that Sirius was more handsome, but Regulus Black had not been spared the gene. He just was a bit more subtle then his older brother. Which was probably true on a lot of accounts. What she could remember from school is that he certainly had been quieter then is brother. He seemed to be quite intelligent because she remembered a friend discussing the fact that the Slytherin Seeker had also one of the best test scores for his year.
She put a blanket over him on the couch and went to get ready to go to bed herself. She wondered what exactly he had done that had caused him to fake his death and hide away in the muggle world. He wasn’t disguising himself too much, but no one would be looking for him, especially not those who knew him, since they wouldn’t expect a former Death Eater to be living with muggles. His hair was slightly longer then she remembered, but it suited him and he had the beginnings of a beard but she wasn’t sure if that was an attempt to disguise himself or a lack of time for shaving.
She’d have to get more out of him when he woke up. More about why his brother being in jail bothered him, why he was so certain Sirius was innocent and why he was being a muggle after spending his life hating them.
Chapter: Chapter 1
Category: Harry Potter (Pre-DH but using some spoilers as to Regulus life, but nothing major)
Rating PG for Language
Genre: Romance/Angst, Family relationships
Pairings: Regulus/OC, Sirius/Athena
Characters: Morgan, Regulus, Sirius, Athena, Zara, miscellanous background characters
Summery: The past has caught up with the Smiths. Chapter ONe: How Regan and Morgan met during a cold november night in 1981.
Read the Prolouge
Author Notes: I think with this story, I'll be going back and forth. Each chapter will alternate time periods so chapter 2 will be back in 1996. Note: This chapter has adult language, as will future chapters. Hence the higher rating.
Chapter One:
November 3, 1981
He hated this. He couldn’t get away from the news broadcast. So here he was at the local pub, trying his best to get so drunk he couldn’t hear the words they spoke anymore.
Today, Sirius Black was apprehended and charged with the murder of 13 people, including his best friend James Potter and his wife Lily Evans-Potter. Authorities say he has been put into a high security prison but will not disclose the location….
Sirius Black, the suspect in an explosion that killed 13 people and the murders of two residents of Godric’s Hollow was imprisoned today. The Minister has…
Sirius Black…murder….
He slammed his drink on the table, causing a few of the other patrons to glance his way, as well as the red-headed bar keeper. She raised an eyebrow and was probably the only one to keep watching him when the others turned back to discuss Sirius Black and his awful crime.
“So what was it?”
“What?” He looked over her, confused and a little drunk wondering what the hell she was going on about.
“What is it that has you drinking yourself away in this place?” He snorted and went back to his drink.
“I’m sure you hear enough stories around here. You don’t need to hear mine.”
“Was it a girl?”
“No,” he said with a laugh, “I can’t recall the last time there was the opportunity for a woman to cause me trouble.”
“What is it then? You’ll feel better to tell me then keeping it inside,” She said with a smile. He had to admit, upset and drunk as he was that she was quite attractive. She kind of reminded him of his brother’s friend….the muggleborn. Lilith? Lauren? Lily? Anyway, they both had long red hair although the girl in front of him had it in a darker shade. Her eyes were a hazel, leaning towards brown rather then green. And she certainly had nothing to be ashamed of when it came to her body even if it was curvier then what was considered fashionable. He gave her one of his grins, that usually gave the girl in receiving the idea of what exactly on his mind, but she just raised an eyebrow.
“That’s not going to work with me, mister.” She smiled and refilled his glass. “So, spill.”
“You’re annoying, you know.” He said before downing down the glass, which did get him another raised eyebrow. Damn. She was seeing that as proof that she was right.
“Of course I am; I’m right.” She took the glass away this time. “I’m Morgan Spencer, if that makes you feel any better.”
“Regan Smith.” Took him ages to remember that name, as close as it was to his real one. But after 2 years he was used to pretending he was someone he wasn’t: Regan the muggle.
“So, Regan, I take it your upset about the big news story. Did you have a relative or a friend involved?” She had a sympathetic tone to her voice as she stated her assumption.
“In a manner of speaking.” He sighed. He might as well. The girl was a muggle, she wouldn’t know anything. “I grew up with Sirius Black.”
“I’m sorry.”
“He didn’t do it.”
“What makes you say that?” She was curious now about his brother. It didn’t sound like she was accusing him of anything.
“Sirius wouldn’t have killed anyone if he could help it, especially not his best friend. He almost got a….associate of ours seriously injured when he was 15 and he never really got over that particular lapse in judgment and he hated the guy with a passion. I can’t see him doing the same thing to someone he loved, or someone he didn’t know.”
“You loved him.” She said. “I’m assuming here that he’s a relative of sorts. You don’t seem to be interested in guys, but I suppose I could be wrong.”
“No, your right,” he said with a smile. But the smile faded away as he thought about his brother. How did you explain their relationship? They had been very close when they were younger, but once Sirius had started school things had started to grow distant between them. Sirius had his own friends, ones who didn’t want to hang out with the ickle baby brother, and his parents certainly didn’t approve of him associating with muggleborns and “muggle lovers” so that canceled that out completely. Sirius changed over the years, growing further and further apart from the family, which wasn’t necessarily a bad thing but he had missed his brother. He had never really connected with anyone the way he had with his brother when he was younger. He had friends, certainly, but not close friends.
“Sirius has a daughter, you know,” he stated after a few minutes of silence. “She’s four years old right now; she’ll be five in March. Her name is Elizara.” And from one of the few times he had actually had a chance to see Zara; he knew full well she’d be a heartbreaker one day. She had inherited her father’s good looks and her mother’s ability to use it to her greatest advantage. The last time he had seen her had been when she was two and he had seen her wrangle the usually stick-to-his-guns Remus into giving her the cookies her mother didn’t want her to have.
“That’s nice, different, but nice.” Morgan stated with a smile. “They never stated he had a family of his own.”
“They wouldn’t. They want to paint a picture of a monster, someone to blame, and someone one wouldn’t find living next door to you raising a family.”
“They will have a trial.” She stated softly. He just snorted and took another drink that he didn’t remember her giving him.
“He’s a scapegoat. Even if they have a trial, which I doubt, they’ll put as much false evidence to prove without a doubt that it was my brother who killed those people and not someone else.”
“Your brother?” Her face showed a bit of recognition.
“Shit.” He laid his head on the table. You are an IDIOT, he thought to himself. He had just blown his cover with one word.
“I won’t tell anyone, you know.” Morgan tilted her head. “I doubt anyone would believe me or not. They all believe your dead.” He raised his head in shock. “Yes, now that you said it, I’ve recognized you as Regulus Black,” she responded in a whisper. “You were only a year or two ahead of me in Hogwarts and everyone in my dorm had a crush on you.” She paused and smiled. “Mostly because they were too young to be interested in your older brother.” Although I have to say I find it odd that a rumored Death Eater would be sitting in a muggle pub trying to drink himself out of hearing his big brother on the news.”
“Well, it was either that or risk the wrath of my fellow followers. I put a crimp in their battle plans.” There was no way in hell he was going to tell her what exactly he did. No one knew, except for Voldemort (he assumed) and Dumbledore who had rescued him from the cave. She also didn’t need to know that he actually did die for a few minutes
“Voldemort is dead,” she stated turning her head sideways and cleaning another glass before filling it and sending it to another customer. It wasn’t too busy tonight.
“That’s good news.” Morgan looked at him for awhile, as trying to figure out wither to like him or not now that she knew what he had done the past couple of years.
“I’m a muggleborn, if you must know.” She said. Obviously trusting him enough not to go berserk on her. Besides she had blackmail material. Her smile let him know that she wasn’t afraid to use if it necessary. She would have made a good Slytherin.
“Scared you might offend me?” he said with a smirk. He had learned by now to change his thinking on muggles. When you live around people, your opinions of them change. “What house.”
“Ravenclaw, actually. Just graduated a few months ago. Decided I didn’t want to deal with magic anymore. So I’m probably in the same boat you’re in.” She paused and looked at a clock. “If you want you can come with me when I get off. I can supply alcohol and no radio or television to listen to.”
~*~
Morgan hadn’t been completely truthful with Regulus. She had recognized him off the bat, but had assumed she had to be wrong because there was no way Regulus was alive. Her dorm mates had crushed on him…but not a lot. He was handsome, but not quite as handsome as his brother, although most of the girls didn’t really know Sirius, since he was a good five years older then them. She only knew him because she had been Lily’s tutoring student during their seventh year and had met James and his friends a couple of times. Her friends affections for Regulus were more of admiring him as he walked by then anything active. No, for that they had someone else.
She was a muggleborn, and her parents had died last year while she was away at Hogwarts so she had given up both magic and moved away from where she lived to start a new. Where no one had heard of Voldemort. But when she had saw him enter the bar a few nights ago, she knew that she had missed having someone who understood what she was going through and had kept an eye out on him, making sure he didn’t get too drunk.
She supposed it could be seen as she targeted him that night, knowing he’d feel worse then usual. She didn’t remember the relationship between the two brothers, but she had heard rumors of that family and she could imagine. Bringing him home seemed like a good idea once he started to babble about the magical world if only to keep the other muggle patrons unaware of the world.
However, she hadn’t expected him to fall asleep as soon as they got into her flat. He looked so innocent when he was asleep, and more like his brother then she had realized. It was still true that Sirius was more handsome, but Regulus Black had not been spared the gene. He just was a bit more subtle then his older brother. Which was probably true on a lot of accounts. What she could remember from school is that he certainly had been quieter then is brother. He seemed to be quite intelligent because she remembered a friend discussing the fact that the Slytherin Seeker had also one of the best test scores for his year.
She put a blanket over him on the couch and went to get ready to go to bed herself. She wondered what exactly he had done that had caused him to fake his death and hide away in the muggle world. He wasn’t disguising himself too much, but no one would be looking for him, especially not those who knew him, since they wouldn’t expect a former Death Eater to be living with muggles. His hair was slightly longer then she remembered, but it suited him and he had the beginnings of a beard but she wasn’t sure if that was an attempt to disguise himself or a lack of time for shaving.
She’d have to get more out of him when he woke up. More about why his brother being in jail bothered him, why he was so certain Sirius was innocent and why he was being a muggle after spending his life hating them.