Some people are born to live on the edge of story.
Seraino Langstrange was such a man. With collateral blood and low-key parents, under the heavy surname of Lanstrange, she was so light that almost no one remembered her - until someone needed a expendable girl.
The fourth girl escaped.
From then on, she lived under a pseudonym, used borrowed time to raise a child that did not belong to her, relied on bottle after bottle of magic potion to drag her body that was corroded by the curse, and lived as a mystery that no one could see through.
Until late that July night, a big black dog with gray eyes appeared in the alley.
Sirius Black, the wanted criminal who escaped from Azkaban, was also someone she had seen from afar through the crowd when she was a student.
She knew who he was and knew he could save her.
So she erased her memory, planted lies, and weaved a memory for him that never existed. She thought that feelings were just a piece on the chessboard, and that all truths, secrets and people's hearts could be calculated in advance.
But she counted every step, except herself.
The chessboard is fake, but the heartbeat is real.
Two broken people collide in lies. She knew far more than he thought, and there were too many truths that she had yet to tell—about the child, about Regulus, and about the secret she had kept alone for fourteen years.
And she never expected that the hardest thing to say in the end would be love.
Intention: What? Are you a wizard? Why did you have a crush on me before? Why did you lie to me before?