Cecelia McKaily

EDIT: this fic is so problematic I can't even begin to think about it. Like, the treatment of mental illness is just so yikes. And, also, like, why? Why did I write this? It's effed up. Anyways. That's my four-years-later disclaimer.

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She was obsessed. It was beginning to scare him.
It started with her staring longingly at him across the Great Hall. Then, when she talked to him, she giggled most of the time. It then proceeded to her following him everywhere.
But when she started trying to interfere with his love life, he began to wonder if it was going to be a real problem.

**Harry Potter Fanfiction, Sirius/several OCs, rated for some language, slightly sexual stuff and violence.