"An Unexpected Guest"
By; Adelphia Savanya Moore'
Introduction; PG, Drama
In my sick, twisted mind, Sirius Black has an old time
sweet heart, who happens to be a character from my
planned series. Anyway, she's immortal, but vulnerable
when she's, uh...being a woman (the only way it can
be put). The only person who knows this fact also wants
to kill her (ironic, and yet predictable) and all of
the people that she cares for This is the blundering
old fool otherwise known as Merlin. Well, he's an idiot,
and he only sent her back to her original body (which
isn't bad at all, really). The trouble is that the only
portal that could get her home is at Hogwarts, and it's
blocked. Now she truly can be killed, if anyone should
find out. So, she runs off to her hubby for some advice.
Author's note;
This is just a little cut-scene. I wrote it while PMS-ing
and sitting in my room at three o'clock in the morning
in the middle of a tornado warning. Personally, I don't
think that it's any good, but tell me what you think.
R and R.
-To the tune of "Wash Away Those Years" by Creed
*She came calling, one early morning,
She showed her crown of thorns.
She whispered softly, to tell a story,
About how she had been wronged.
Sirius lay in bed. Light was filtering and languidly
streaming through the shade drawn tightly around the
window, casting an eerie golden light about the room.
Sounds of traffic, people, and overall noise where
barely audible, as though being heard from the top of
a very tall building.
He rolled over in bed; there was work to be done,
bills to be paid, and his own mouth to feed. But it was
Saturday, he found with relief. He closed his eyes,
feeling a familiar drowsy sensation flowing through his
tired head and eyes. The door squeaked open.
A woman stepped in. She was, by standard or
comparison, very pretty, (in a Celtic black haired, blue
eyed, short and busty style). Her shimmering locks hung
low over a caring, tired, and sore face. She was simply
dressed, in a long flowered dress and tanned traveling
coat. The woman called Elisa Brennings smiled as she set
eyes upon Sirius, lying shirtless in bed.
Sirius rolled over once more, and saw Lizzy. His
lips parted, only to issue no sound. He merely gaped at
her, not believing that his newlywed wife had been able
to return to him so soon. Yet, something was most
definitely wrong, if only to judge by her tarnished
appearance and groggy countenance. Sirius smiled, as he
hadn't in days, and beckoned her over.
Lizzy came to his bedside, only to sit on the floor.
"Sirius," she whispered softly "oh, Sirius. You'll never
believe...oh...if only I hadn't...oh!" she collapsed
into his open arms.
"Wha' happened?" He said quietly, to no reply.
"Lizzy, wha' happened?" He inquired again, a bit more
pressingly this time.
"Oh, it's Merlin! He came to the house. Somehow...somehow,
they found out, and when we got back, some of the darker
ones where waiting for us there! They hit me well enough
that I couldn't leave that body, Sirius, ...but I, I fear
they may have killed him already! They can."
"No, how...! How could they? How can that be possible?"
He spluttered, sharply awaken from sleep to complete
alertness in only a moment.
"He's not yet 15, Sirius, and I couldn't risk it earlier,
it may have hurt him! Can't you see? I'll bet they've
killed him already!" A wave of tears hit her, and she
buried her face in her hands.
*As she lay lifeless, he stole her innocence,
And this is how she carried on.
"No..."
"And now he believes me dead! And they'll kill
him, too, if he's not careful!"
"Well, he's never been known to take care! Or for
his tact, but for his lack, thereof."
"Oh, Sirius!" Her eyes welled with tears. "He's
my son-in-law! I just can't leave him to his death! I
almost raised him!" And, with that, she collapsed once
again into his arms, and cried.
*Well I guess she closed her eyes,
And just imagined everything's alright,
But she couldn't hide her tears,
'Cause the where sent to wash away those years.
They where sent to wash away those years.
As she cried, Sirius remembered his years in
Azkaban; the hopelessness, the loss, the suffering that
he had felt was indescribable. And yet, through it all,
he thought of her, and of what was happening right now.
His Lizzy, crying on his shoulder. And as he sat,
swaying back and forth, he so wished to send away those
years, as though to wash them away.
He closed his eyes and cried, too.
*My anger's violent, but still I'm silent,
When tragedy strikes at home.
"You shouldn't worry so. He's a smart boy, like
his mother. He'll work things out all right. Oh... oh
God, please, please don't cry, Lizzy. You shouldn't get
so worked up over these things, Lizzy..." he cooed in
her ear. She shivered and curled up against him once more.
*I know this decadence, is shared by millions,
Remember you're not alone.
"He'll meet up with someone who knows...someone
who can tell him the truth. He'll find out one way or
another..."He began stroking her back.
"And he'll be fifteen this winter, so he'll find
out then, I suppose."
*Well if you just close your eyes,
And just imagine everything's all right,
But do not hide your tears,
'Cause they where sent to wash away those years.
"Oh, but Sirius! He saw me die, or so he thought!
What if he believes me dead? I...I wouldn't be able to
take it! I have to talk to him, I'd..."
"But you can't! Not in this state, anyway. Your
magic is far too weak. We can send a message. You need
rest, Lizzy. Please..."
*Well if you just close your eyes,
And just imagine everything's all right,
But do not hide your tears,
'Cause they where sent to wash away those years.
They where sent to wash away those years.
"Well, I suppose we should go tell Remus. He
would want to know." Sirius stood up, helping Lizzy,
drying her eyes as she stood.
*Maybe we can wash away those years.
They where walking toward the door, when Sirius reached
out and snatched a handful of Lizzy's hair. She turned
to him, and he kissed her; just a sudden impulse.
*For we have crossed many oceans,
And we labor in-between.
In life, there are many quotients,
And I hope I find the meaning.
Well if you just close your eyes,
And just imagine everything's all right
But do not hide your tears,
'Cause they where sent to wash away those years.
Maybe we can wash away those years.
I hope that you can wash away those years.
Disclaimers;
"I do not own them in a box,
I do not own the with a fox,
I do now own them while I'm bowling,
They all belong to JK Rowling!"
-"Wash Away Those Years" belongs to Creed.
-Eliza Brennings belongs to me. Copyright 1999.
Story; copyright 2001.
By; Adelphia Savanya Moore'
Introduction; PG, Drama
In my sick, twisted mind, Sirius Black has an old time
sweet heart, who happens to be a character from my
planned series. Anyway, she's immortal, but vulnerable
when she's, uh...being a woman (the only way it can
be put). The only person who knows this fact also wants
to kill her (ironic, and yet predictable) and all of
the people that she cares for This is the blundering
old fool otherwise known as Merlin. Well, he's an idiot,
and he only sent her back to her original body (which
isn't bad at all, really). The trouble is that the only
portal that could get her home is at Hogwarts, and it's
blocked. Now she truly can be killed, if anyone should
find out. So, she runs off to her hubby for some advice.
Author's note;
This is just a little cut-scene. I wrote it while PMS-ing
and sitting in my room at three o'clock in the morning
in the middle of a tornado warning. Personally, I don't
think that it's any good, but tell me what you think.
R and R.
-To the tune of "Wash Away Those Years" by Creed
*She came calling, one early morning,
She showed her crown of thorns.
She whispered softly, to tell a story,
About how she had been wronged.
Sirius lay in bed. Light was filtering and languidly
streaming through the shade drawn tightly around the
window, casting an eerie golden light about the room.
Sounds of traffic, people, and overall noise where
barely audible, as though being heard from the top of
a very tall building.
He rolled over in bed; there was work to be done,
bills to be paid, and his own mouth to feed. But it was
Saturday, he found with relief. He closed his eyes,
feeling a familiar drowsy sensation flowing through his
tired head and eyes. The door squeaked open.
A woman stepped in. She was, by standard or
comparison, very pretty, (in a Celtic black haired, blue
eyed, short and busty style). Her shimmering locks hung
low over a caring, tired, and sore face. She was simply
dressed, in a long flowered dress and tanned traveling
coat. The woman called Elisa Brennings smiled as she set
eyes upon Sirius, lying shirtless in bed.
Sirius rolled over once more, and saw Lizzy. His
lips parted, only to issue no sound. He merely gaped at
her, not believing that his newlywed wife had been able
to return to him so soon. Yet, something was most
definitely wrong, if only to judge by her tarnished
appearance and groggy countenance. Sirius smiled, as he
hadn't in days, and beckoned her over.
Lizzy came to his bedside, only to sit on the floor.
"Sirius," she whispered softly "oh, Sirius. You'll never
believe...oh...if only I hadn't...oh!" she collapsed
into his open arms.
"Wha' happened?" He said quietly, to no reply.
"Lizzy, wha' happened?" He inquired again, a bit more
pressingly this time.
"Oh, it's Merlin! He came to the house. Somehow...somehow,
they found out, and when we got back, some of the darker
ones where waiting for us there! They hit me well enough
that I couldn't leave that body, Sirius, ...but I, I fear
they may have killed him already! They can."
"No, how...! How could they? How can that be possible?"
He spluttered, sharply awaken from sleep to complete
alertness in only a moment.
"He's not yet 15, Sirius, and I couldn't risk it earlier,
it may have hurt him! Can't you see? I'll bet they've
killed him already!" A wave of tears hit her, and she
buried her face in her hands.
*As she lay lifeless, he stole her innocence,
And this is how she carried on.
"No..."
"And now he believes me dead! And they'll kill
him, too, if he's not careful!"
"Well, he's never been known to take care! Or for
his tact, but for his lack, thereof."
"Oh, Sirius!" Her eyes welled with tears. "He's
my son-in-law! I just can't leave him to his death! I
almost raised him!" And, with that, she collapsed once
again into his arms, and cried.
*Well I guess she closed her eyes,
And just imagined everything's alright,
But she couldn't hide her tears,
'Cause the where sent to wash away those years.
They where sent to wash away those years.
As she cried, Sirius remembered his years in
Azkaban; the hopelessness, the loss, the suffering that
he had felt was indescribable. And yet, through it all,
he thought of her, and of what was happening right now.
His Lizzy, crying on his shoulder. And as he sat,
swaying back and forth, he so wished to send away those
years, as though to wash them away.
He closed his eyes and cried, too.
*My anger's violent, but still I'm silent,
When tragedy strikes at home.
"You shouldn't worry so. He's a smart boy, like
his mother. He'll work things out all right. Oh... oh
God, please, please don't cry, Lizzy. You shouldn't get
so worked up over these things, Lizzy..." he cooed in
her ear. She shivered and curled up against him once more.
*I know this decadence, is shared by millions,
Remember you're not alone.
"He'll meet up with someone who knows...someone
who can tell him the truth. He'll find out one way or
another..."He began stroking her back.
"And he'll be fifteen this winter, so he'll find
out then, I suppose."
*Well if you just close your eyes,
And just imagine everything's all right,
But do not hide your tears,
'Cause they where sent to wash away those years.
"Oh, but Sirius! He saw me die, or so he thought!
What if he believes me dead? I...I wouldn't be able to
take it! I have to talk to him, I'd..."
"But you can't! Not in this state, anyway. Your
magic is far too weak. We can send a message. You need
rest, Lizzy. Please..."
*Well if you just close your eyes,
And just imagine everything's all right,
But do not hide your tears,
'Cause they where sent to wash away those years.
They where sent to wash away those years.
"Well, I suppose we should go tell Remus. He
would want to know." Sirius stood up, helping Lizzy,
drying her eyes as she stood.
*Maybe we can wash away those years.
They where walking toward the door, when Sirius reached
out and snatched a handful of Lizzy's hair. She turned
to him, and he kissed her; just a sudden impulse.
*For we have crossed many oceans,
And we labor in-between.
In life, there are many quotients,
And I hope I find the meaning.
Well if you just close your eyes,
And just imagine everything's all right
But do not hide your tears,
'Cause they where sent to wash away those years.
Maybe we can wash away those years.
I hope that you can wash away those years.
Disclaimers;
"I do not own them in a box,
I do not own the with a fox,
I do now own them while I'm bowling,
They all belong to JK Rowling!"
-"Wash Away Those Years" belongs to Creed.
-Eliza Brennings belongs to me. Copyright 1999.
Story; copyright 2001.
