A.n - hey thanks for checking out this fic,
just thought i'd let you know if parts don't make sense right now, don't worry they will later, enjoy :)
This is the edited chapter there are no major changes, but there are some things that differ to the original, I didn't take anything out I just added to it,
Disclaimer - Oh, by the way i don't own any of the characters you recognise, the Harry Potter Universe sadly belongs solely to the one and only J.K
Note to self:
Always knock before you enter a compartment.
How ironic that I, one of the most polite individuals I know – always the one to use her manners never forgetting her please and thank-yous chose that particular moment to think hey screw it, I'm gonna just stroll on in and take a seat.
Dear Aunt Cecile came to mind about then. Her kind but somewhat stern expression popped into my head as I vaguely remembered one of her good old 'discussions' on 'the importance of good manners and honestly.' I could just about imagine her grinning at me with that mischievous twinkle in her eye saying 'see dear, this is what happens when one just strolls into a room unannounced…' One particular memory popped into mind;
Cecile standing in the kitchen, all geared up in a vibrant cerise pink apron with a wooden spoon and mixing bowl balanced precariously in one hand. A muggle cookbook she'd acquired from my mum in the other, all the while eyeing her wand on the worktop. I had made the mistake of stumbling into the kitchen at the time. After exclaiming that i had 'disturbed her creative flow' i subsequently ended up leaving the kitchen moments later with my face fully splattered with what i hoped was cake mixture
It was later that day she announced she'd created a culinary masterpiece without so much as a wave of her wand. The desert she'd tried to make somehow ended up tasting like scrambled eggs, the added chocolate, whipped cream and jam didn't go down very well. I had been the first to try Cecile's concoction (I still feel a bit nauseous when I catch the whiff of eggs at breakfast) I was followed by mum. Her hopeful expression had us immediately rambling on about how delicious it all was –all the while I could have sworn some of my taste buds had practically dropped off from their poor ordeal. Her eyes tried to catch mine as I tried and failed to look away. Her smile faltered slightly as soon as we made eye contact- (damn my inability to lie properly!).
Like a lioness singling out the weakest gazelle Aunt Cecile rounded on me, I tried once more to avert my eyes but her hawk like gaze trapped mine and it was all I could to sit there and wait for my impending doom. "Allieee…" she started. I shifted uncomfortably pushing my rectangular glasses up the bridge of my nose, I swallowed compulsively. My lip twitched feebly in what I had hoped was a convincing smile; "yeh… it's um… delicious!" it sounded pitiful even to me.
Luckily she took it all in her stride and announced that cooking was never her strong point promptly sweeping up her wand from the table and transfiguring the deformed scrambled eggs to a delicious chocolate gateau.
My stomach grumbled, and that was what announced my presence to them. 'Them?' You ask? Well you see, I was currently dying of mortification standing in a compartment full of half naked marauders. I kid you not dear friends. And No I'm not hallucinating- or at least I think I'm not.
How did this happen? You ask? Well believe me I was asking myself the same damn thing. You see It all comes back down to dear Aunt Cecile (I know she always manages to pop up doesn't she?).
To her and my dear mothers insistence we travelled to the station the good old muggle way – car. Cecile being from a purely magical background didn't know how to drive so it was down to mum – who failed to mention her licence expired 7years ago.
After numerous bumps, scrapes, stalls and a fairly close run in with a bus we made it to the station in one piece.
I silently thanked Merlin and it took all my self control to stop myself kissing the pavement as soon as I staggered out of the car. (It should be noted that I suffer from minor motion sickness so you can imagine what fun the journey was).
We sprinted through the barrier (mum and Cecile in their bright pink and green robes must have looked pretty remarkable to any muggles observing at the time – I hoped they thought they were hallucinating).
After a quick emotional goodbye with the usual "be sure to write…" and "I'll send you some cookies" (from Cecile) – I inwardly cringed – My God think of the massacre!
I then literally hopped skipped and jumped onto the train with my trunk (enchanted feather light by mum) in hand. I'd just made it in time and strolled through the corridors looking for an empty compartment, after a good 10minutes of searching I was in the last carriage when I not so gracefully gave up.
My hair was incredibly windswept – from my little escapade of getting on the train, with my layers standing on end, my glasses were foggy due to the blasted temperature change, and because we were running a little late to begin with I'd skipped breakfast (never a good idea) so I was cranky. With my hands clenched into tight fists, brows furrowed into a deep frown all the while muttering angrily to myself I chose a compartment door at random and barged in.
At that precise moment I mentally looked up and asked the heavens; why ohwhythis had to happen? I was a good person right? Had I done some terribly cruel misdeed in a previous lifetime? was this was karma's final form of revenge?? No knowing me it was just my own damn crappy luck.
Because before me was a sight few ever got to behold...
Some would swoon, others (Lily Evans came into mind about then) would puke, and there are those like me – the few very unusual and sadly very rare individuals that would react as follows; Part of them would find the scene utterly hilarious. For a second i could just imagine myself literally rolling on the floor in laughter with tears of mirth in my eyes gasping for air. – Then the rational side of them would kick in (sadly this is where the interesting cool quirky person ends and my drab sensibility kicks in) the thoughts of insane laughter snapped out my head in seconds and I stood there, staring in utter horror not knowing what the hell to do.
James Potter had one arm through a maroon t-shirt my eyes (– of their own accord -) drifted toward his bare chest and abs (damn Quidditch was doing him good).
I quickly snapped my eyes up mentally scalding myself.
He had a sock in his mouth while simultaneously trying to tug on a pair of faded blue jeans. Again the urge to laugh tickled its way to my throat and I had to stifle in behind my hand.
My eyes fell on the next marauder. Remus was in the final stages of buttoning up his robes pinning a shiny prefects badge next to the Gryffindor insignia –I breathed a sigh of relief – nothing too distracting there – until my eyes drifted lower again –thinking all was safe, when sadly it really wasn't. He was clad in a pair of pink and yellow floral boxers that would've made aunt Cecile proud - i admired his posterior for a moment - then mentally shook myself again, looking up crying out to the heavens why God why??
Peter was struggling to pull his head through his jumper sleeve but other than that his nether regions were mercifully covered in a dark pair of jeans, my gaze fell lastly onto the final marauder – who happened to be the closest to the door- thereby the closest to me.
I swallowed compulsively and if I was blushing scarlet before I could just about imagine my face practically glowing Burgundy. There stood Sirius Black.
Now don't worry before you all start judging me, I wasn't one of those typical "OMG There's Siriiii! Lets all hitch up our skirts and reapply the lipstick!!" kinda girls but nor was I the type to deny that he was a pretty fit dude.
Ok if I'm being honest pretty fit doesn't really cut it I suppose. If I'm being honest then he was seriously (no pun intended) one of the most attractive guys I'd laid eyes on - God I hope I'm not starting to sound like a groupie! –help!
But it should be noted that he was also, behind all that glossy hair and those deep sparkling grey eyes… (…kinda lost the thread there for a second.. I mentally slapped myself on the head)… an arrogant, egoistical arse that'd go round hexing first years left right and centre if he was bored enough.
Ok that was maybe a wee bit harsh, I don't really know the guy- well personally anyway (despite being in his house for 6yrs) so who am I to judge him?
I snapped out of my wandering thoughts and assessed the situation…
There Sirius stood half naked and only a few feet away from me… (It was a very nice sight too might I add). He had his jeans hanging somewhat loosely from his frame his belt hanging limply on the side ready to be fastened revealing part of a red and gold pair of boxers, his toned bare chest revealed a startling six pack – I always thought he was too much of a lazy arse to actually work out (he wasn't on the Quidditch team like James)…
And it was then, while I was admiring the scenery still in my little revere that Mother Nature struck – did all the mighty deities have it against me?? And my stomach rumbled quite impressively announcing my presence to all. Joy.
They all looked up frozen in their various positions of changing (I'm sure I heard a little squeak coming from Peter's direction).
I started to speak "umm s...sorry...the door was kind of…sort of…open and I .i.. i...i …", but my voice broke at the end and I mentally slapped myself once more– get it together Joans! - Be a Man! - It then occurred to me that I was in fact not a man – It doesn't matter it's just an expression. I shook myself, dismissing my thoughts on gender issues and tried to gather myself-
Chin up –Stand tall and for the love of god woman close your mouth! (I didn't want to think about how long it had been open and silently prayed that I hadn't drooled or anything)
I stood stock still the apartment door still open was sliding shut again from the force I used to open it. The marauders all stood frozen gaping at me as if I had two heads. I could feel my blush evolve from Burgundy to puce and wandered if God would mercifully grant me the ability to melt into the floor or even just pass out there and then, anything to forget this whole ordeal ever happened.
Sadly my unspoken plea went unanswered, and oddly enough I suddenly became very aware of how very windswept my hair was.
An- Ok this is my fist shot at a Harry Potter fic so please be kind. Do you love it/ Hate it? do you have any questions? Constructive criticism is welcome If there are any spelling/ grammar errors then let me know and I'll be sure to fix them asap
This idea just popped into mind a few days ago and I thought I'd jot it down for my own amusement so if it's a bit whishy whoshy or inconsistent I'll be back to edit soon.
Anyway thanks for taking the time to read the chapter, let me know what ya think :)
