[ A SIRIUS BLACK FIC ]
{ by v a l e r i e }

❛❛If the moon smiled,
she'd resemble you.
You leave the same
impression of
something beautiful,
 but annihilating.❜❜

— ꜱʏʟᴠɪᴀ ᴘʟᴀᴛʜ

IN WHICH RUKHSANA SOULTAN wishes she could have a Time-Turner just for the sake of being able to modify Sirius Black's birth-date, a Permanent Silencing Charm to shut him up, ᴏʀ a conversation with the Sorting Hat to sort her into Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw.

{ ᴏʀ }

IN WHICH SIRIUS BLACK doesn't understand why Rukhsana Soultan has to be such an intriguing, stuck-up snob when he has done nothing to offend her — other than setting her copy of "Little Women" on fire on their shared birthday — in his defence he was only trying a new firework — well, testing it in the Common Room was a bad idea, but what's life without a bit of risk?

❛❛єχтєη∂є∂ ѕυммαяу¡!❜❜

RUKHSANA SOULTAN IS THE LAST person you'd expect in the middle of disarray. She thrives best in the company of a book, curled in a corner of the Gryffindor Common Room, with a steaming cup of her favourite tea. She's the stardust sprinkled amidst a pitch-black new moon night, the cinnamon over a swerve of sweet pumpkin juice — leaving her subtle, unique flair on everything she touches, her presence noted only by those who have escaped the curse of darkness.

To her, Sirius Black is an abstract painting — everything she doesn't like splayed across a canvas, chaos and uncertainty — red and black —the epitome of brimming irritance with a violent dash of vanity.

Why does every other student swoon over his smirk again?

Perhaps Rukhsana, being her obnoxious highly calculative self, would have been able to ignore the nuisance he is and consider that he was more than pranks and arrogance. But she doesn't remember one year where she had a decent birthday at Hogwarts, and Sirius Black is to blame; for out of the other 364 days in 1959, his barking mad self chose to be born on NOVEMBER 3RD? What in Godric's galloping horses?

Aside from birthdays and a gleaming hatred, they share intrigue — of all things galactic, arcane and enigmatic; and of each other.

They collide like ashes and stardust under a thunderstorm.

HE, the fervent words seeping from her soul, the warm breeze that kisses her hair and lingers by her spine — annoying ᴏʀ exhilarating?

SHE, the breath and branches weaved around his lungs, the rhythm tugging at his heart-strings — annoying ᴏʀ exhilarating?

Two a b s t r a c t artworks, aligning to unearth
p u r p o s e?

ᴏʀ

Yet another t a l e of longing and belonging put to sleep by
v i o l e n c e?

❛❛¢нαяα¢тєяѕ¡!❜❜

⤜[ ❛❛RUKHSANA SOULTAN¡!❜❜ ]⤀

ꜰᴀᴏᴜᴢɪᴀ ᴏᴜɪʜʏᴀ

⤜[ ❛❛SIRIUS ORION BLACK¡!❜❜ ]⤀

ʙᴇɴ ʙᴀʀɴᴇꜱ

⤜[ ❛❛KATIE DEVILLE¡!❜❜ ]⤀

ᴀᴍᴀɴᴅᴀ ᴀʀᴄᴜʀɪ

⤜[ ❛❛RYAN LEE OWENS¡!❜❜ ]⤀

ᴄᴏɴᴀɴ ɢʀᴀʏ

⤜[ ❛❛REMUS JOHN LUPIN¡!❜❜ ]⤀

ᴀɴᴅʀᴇᴡ ɢᴀʀʟꜰɪᴇʟᴅ

❛❛∂є∂ι¢αтισηѕ¡!❜❜

To,

gxlphxtiic_shcwxrr | for inspiring this plot, and for all the warmth and comfort <3

zara_xoxo7 | for the gorgeous, gorgeous moodboards, and everything beautiful and radiant <3

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and you, for your time,
support,
and love of poetry and fiction.

❛❛αυтнσя'ѕ ησтє¡!❜❜

I do not own Harry Potter, or any of the characters or canon pertaining to the Wizarding World. I, however do own my original characters and plot lines, the graphics and layouts unless stated otherwise. Do not plagiarise the same.

My work doesn't support transphobia, racism, homophobia and inequality in any form. Everyone is valid, beautiful in their own way, cherished and accepted. 

I appreciate every single read, vote and comment, and couldn't be grateful enough for everything <3 Sending loads of love and hugs!

Also, random but this fic is, surprisingly, one of my least darkest fics —

❛❛ρυвℓιѕнє∂ ση ? : ∂є¢ємвєя 24тн, 2021
¢σмρℓєтє∂ ? : σηgσιηg¡!❜❜

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