A/N: The vicious rabid plot Animagus has returned!! This is a piece that's
been running around in my head for a bit, and I wanted to get it out on
paper (or computer, rather). Enjoy and all that, and remember that Harry
Potter belongs to J.K.R.
I was never a beautiful creature. I wasn't the one that everyone stared in at and called "cute," and I was certainly never the one that the little kids wanted. In fact, for some time I thought my name was "Please, Mummy, not him!"
I was surprised when she bought me. Picked me out of that cage in the store and brought me home, and oh, sometimes I wish it hadn't been her...
Enough about me. I'm not the one this story is about. No one wants to read the story of Crookshanks the ugly, bow-legged cat. On the other hand, perhaps I can interest you in the story of Lyria Strider and Sirius Black...
Finally, the last trunk was placed on the floor of her bedroom. She let me out of my cage and I hopped out, glad to be in my new home and able to stretch.
"How is it that someone as little as you has this much stuff?!?" Sirius demanded. "If we'd done this the Muggle way, it would have taken a week!"
"That's why we didn't," Lyria Strider replied as she finished making up the newly-arrived bed. "At least you helped. Where are those other three useless morons?"
"Drinking butterbeer and begging Lily to order in a pizza," he replied.
"Pizza?"
"That Muggle food she got Prongs addicted to. She reckons we could do it, but wants to ask you, as it's your new flat." He stepped over to wrap his arms around her.
"She can order it, and if James wants it that badly, he can go pick it up. He knows how to drive." Lyria leaned against him companionably. "And in the meantime, I guess she'd better cut my hair."
"If you go into Auror training tomorrow with it that long, they'll just make you cut it anyway," Sirius reminded. "It'll look great. You'll look great. Hell, you'd look great bald."
She laughed, wrapping an arm around him. "We'd better go tell your little loser friend to go get his pizza," she called loudly, grabbing the scissors and emerging from the bedroom.
"Look, they're done in there, and both seem to be dressed as they were upon entering!" James Potter called back mockingly.
"We all know what you're thinking about, don't we?" Remus quipped. "If I were your fiance, I'd get rid of you."
"If I were engaged to you, Moony, I'd go," James replied with a smirk.
Meanwhile, Lily had taken control of the scissors. "It'll look good, Lyria," she assured her friend.
"If it doesn't, I hold you personally responsible," Lyria replied, closing her eyes.
"It's adorable!" Lyndell Greenleaf declared as Lily put down the scissors. "Lyria, you've got to look at it..."
"I don't want to look!" she cried.
Lily dragged her into the main room, where James had returned with the pizza. "Everyone, what do we think?"
"GOOD LORD! What did you do to her?!?" Sirius yelled.
Lyria looked upset before she noticed the ever-so-slight grin on his face. "ARGH! I hate you, Sirius Black!"
"That's not what you said last night," he smirked.
So that's what all the noise was, I thought to myself. They'd better not have babies. Loud, stinky things, and they take up too much time that Lyria could be using to pay attention to me.
"You were having trouble with speech at all, so be careful what you say now," she replied with a grin.
"Well yeah, it's hard to talk when you've got your tongue down my throat," he countered.
Friendly banter (and the consumption of pizza) continued until nearly one in the morning, when James, Lily, Remus, Lyndell, and Peter all Apparated home.
"Want me to go home?" Sirius asked, moving to get up on the sofa.
"Only if you need to get a change of clothes."
He smiled.
I was never a beautiful creature. I wasn't the one that everyone stared in at and called "cute," and I was certainly never the one that the little kids wanted. In fact, for some time I thought my name was "Please, Mummy, not him!"
I was surprised when she bought me. Picked me out of that cage in the store and brought me home, and oh, sometimes I wish it hadn't been her...
Enough about me. I'm not the one this story is about. No one wants to read the story of Crookshanks the ugly, bow-legged cat. On the other hand, perhaps I can interest you in the story of Lyria Strider and Sirius Black...
Finally, the last trunk was placed on the floor of her bedroom. She let me out of my cage and I hopped out, glad to be in my new home and able to stretch.
"How is it that someone as little as you has this much stuff?!?" Sirius demanded. "If we'd done this the Muggle way, it would have taken a week!"
"That's why we didn't," Lyria Strider replied as she finished making up the newly-arrived bed. "At least you helped. Where are those other three useless morons?"
"Drinking butterbeer and begging Lily to order in a pizza," he replied.
"Pizza?"
"That Muggle food she got Prongs addicted to. She reckons we could do it, but wants to ask you, as it's your new flat." He stepped over to wrap his arms around her.
"She can order it, and if James wants it that badly, he can go pick it up. He knows how to drive." Lyria leaned against him companionably. "And in the meantime, I guess she'd better cut my hair."
"If you go into Auror training tomorrow with it that long, they'll just make you cut it anyway," Sirius reminded. "It'll look great. You'll look great. Hell, you'd look great bald."
She laughed, wrapping an arm around him. "We'd better go tell your little loser friend to go get his pizza," she called loudly, grabbing the scissors and emerging from the bedroom.
"Look, they're done in there, and both seem to be dressed as they were upon entering!" James Potter called back mockingly.
"We all know what you're thinking about, don't we?" Remus quipped. "If I were your fiance, I'd get rid of you."
"If I were engaged to you, Moony, I'd go," James replied with a smirk.
Meanwhile, Lily had taken control of the scissors. "It'll look good, Lyria," she assured her friend.
"If it doesn't, I hold you personally responsible," Lyria replied, closing her eyes.
"It's adorable!" Lyndell Greenleaf declared as Lily put down the scissors. "Lyria, you've got to look at it..."
"I don't want to look!" she cried.
Lily dragged her into the main room, where James had returned with the pizza. "Everyone, what do we think?"
"GOOD LORD! What did you do to her?!?" Sirius yelled.
Lyria looked upset before she noticed the ever-so-slight grin on his face. "ARGH! I hate you, Sirius Black!"
"That's not what you said last night," he smirked.
So that's what all the noise was, I thought to myself. They'd better not have babies. Loud, stinky things, and they take up too much time that Lyria could be using to pay attention to me.
"You were having trouble with speech at all, so be careful what you say now," she replied with a grin.
"Well yeah, it's hard to talk when you've got your tongue down my throat," he countered.
Friendly banter (and the consumption of pizza) continued until nearly one in the morning, when James, Lily, Remus, Lyndell, and Peter all Apparated home.
"Want me to go home?" Sirius asked, moving to get up on the sofa.
"Only if you need to get a change of clothes."
He smiled.