Heyyy!!!! I'm so sorry, but I have a REALLY good idea – brand new story. I
hope that one day I will have some time to continue all stories, but right
now I really need to write a little about that girl...
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Of course I do not own HP, I'm not JK (I think?). Other charaters are mine, especially JUNE SULLIVAN.
Summary. Sirius is dead, gone behind the veil. One person knows how to bring him back. It's his ex-girlfriend. But, after all he had done to her, will she be willing to do that?
Everything can be changed
By Ilara Zadlo
**** **** **** **** **** **** ****
1.
June Sullivan had been in London for an hour or so and she'd already got cold. In the summer! The years she spent in Argentina made her used to living in warm, sunny places. This unexpected trip to Britain cost her a lot of health. Well, she wanted to think so. Good, Indian drugs and herbs made her more immune, but her naturally pale skin lost its wonderful tan the moment she stepped out of Itercontinental Floo Gates in Kharma Street. Freaky London mug.
She left London almost fifteen years ago, few months before Voldemort was defeated. She left, because her boyfriend, whom she loved, told her that he had never been in love her, and he would have never fallen for her. In fact, he shouted. He added that she had never meant anything to him and that nobody wanted and needed her there in England, in the Order. She cried rivers of tears and finally, with her heart totally broken, she decided to leave that fucking world and took a chance to work for South American Wizardy institute. They offered her a post as a head of Magical Places Department. She was always interested in that: old temples, secret rooms that disappear and appear when they want, portals, gates, veils and holes that were a kind of short cuts, doors to distant places. South America was full of such objects. They were very secretive, deceisive, interesting and dangerous. June loved that. Her ex-boyfriend claimed that she was too sensitive, delicate, to do dangerous things, to risk her life. The exciting work as a researcher and a scientist was her answer to his fears and bias and jealousy. Now she could shout at him: look you fool, I've discovered and travelled so many teleportating tunnels and no heart attack, no broken bones, no lung diseases!!!!
And now she was back in London. Funny, life is so funny, she thought, with a drop of disappointment. She wanted no feelings about that visit, and what? she found that funny. She used to be embittered, indifferent, and one short while in England changed her attitude towards life. No, of course it didn't mean that she found life worth living or that it made sense. She was only shoked that she was having positive attitude. She looked at the note Dumbledore had sent her.
"Meet me at Grimmalud Place,12 on 1st of July. Urgent! Albus D."
Well, now they needed her. She knew the Order was reloaded, but she was more than sure that none of the members would ever bother to call for her after she'd left. And now, because that bustard was stupid enough to die she had to come and save his ass for, God only knows, what.
June destroyed the note with a simple fire spell and thought intensively about the Grimmauld Place 12. Suddenly, between the numbers 11 and 13 appeared a path and an old, grim house, June had never wanted to see. She opened rosted gate and went to the door. She pressed the ring button and waited.
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Molly Weasley opened the door and the bright sun dazzled her eyes and she had to squint her eyes. She saw a women standing on the path. She was small, thin and pale. She had chestnut hair and green eyes hidden behind rectangular glasses. She was wearing brown, soft dress with beige Indian signs and was a little anxious. She smiled shily and spoke before Molly opened her lips.
'Hi, I'm to meet Albus Dumbledore in here.'
Molle looked quickly around and opened the door wider to let the woman in.
'Good morning' Molly spoke when they found themselved in the shadowed hall. 'We had to get inside, it's no good when too many people are outside.' The woman seemed to understand that because she had no questions. Molly continued. 'Sorry, I'm Molly Weasley and I run this place for a while.'
'Hi' June shook Molly's hand. 'I'm June Sullivan. I got a note from Albus...'
'That's obvious, my dear' interrupted Molly. 'He's the only one who can tell you we're here. We should leave this hall' she added in a low voice 'Mrs Black gets annoyed when she hears voices.'
June followed Molly and spoke while they were going downstairs.
'Is Dumbledore here, I mean, he asked me to come on exactly this day.'
'No, he's not here yet, but I'm sure he arives as soon as the School Year ended. Here we go, the kitchen, you should rest after journey, I'll make you some tea.'
June passed the kitchen door after Molly, slightly astonished by the name "tea". In Argentina she got used to "mate" and missed the sound, smell and taste of tea. She was recalling it in her thoughts and wasn't aware of Molly telling her to meet other Order members. She quickly looked round and noticed a red-haired middle-aged man, two older men, one of them had a glass eye, younger black man and a violet haired woman. In the corner of the table sat a pale person with lightbrown hair. He had a careful gaze and before she could seek his name in her memory he spoke, and then she recalled.
'June? June Sullivan?' he stood up and walked quickly towards her, watching her suspiciously, but smiling.
'Remus' June finally fouund her voice in her throat when they shook hands. 'How nice to see you again.' Well, she really thought that though her answer sounded formally, as if she had been practising it all the way there.
'What are you doing here' he asked sharply without letting her go. She stared at him and so did the others and it was once again Molly who saved the situation.
'Remus' she reprimanded. 'June's our guest, she's tired after travelling and should rest so please, stop that stupid questions.'
The man moved his wand and another chair appeared behind the table. June sat down and was introduced to the others: Tonks, Fletcher, Moody, Weasley/ She said hello and slowly drank the tea, wishing it was all over and Lupin was gone. Hmm, he didn't seem to like her anymore. Why? Well, of course: Black.
She did not want to talk about her former boyfriend, nor about the aim of her visit. She had crossed out the past and the return was painful, too painful. And she wanted to make no exuses, not anymore. Luckily, before she finished the tea, another Order member arrived and announced:
'The train is almost at the station, I think we should go now.'
'Yes, Bill, dear' said Molly. 'we're coming.'
The people stood up, put the dishes to the sink and quickly left the room, leaving June alone. Molly, who was the last one to leave, said her goodbye to June and added:
'Make yourself comfortable, I think Dumbledore should arrive soon, the kids are on the train and he will finally have time to talk to you. We have to take kids home. Bye.'
She left and June was alone in the dark kitchen. She poured more tea and took a tost. Then she spotted a newspaper lying in Remus' part of table. She took it, well, obviously, it was "The Daily Prophet". On the front page was a huge photo of a man she used to know, with a title: "Sirius Black, post-mortem cleared!!!!"
'Please!' she whispered with disgust, however began to read. She had heard that news but she hadn't read that paper yet. Inside was everything: how he died, why he was sentenced, some stories from his life, bla bla bla. Nothing really interesting. Well, June, though she didn't know why, was sure that Sirius had been innocent. She hated him, but she knew him like nobody else (well, she also knew that he was immature, stupid bastard). What was she doing there, if everybody was so sure he was dead. She began to read other, similar stupid articles, when the door opened and Albus Dumbledore entered.
'So, you've come, June. You know...'he said watching June and the paper.
'Hello, Professor' said Sullivan quickly, stood up and approached the man. They shook their hands shortly. 'I expected that.'
'Let's go to the living room, we have to talk and there are nicer armchairs.'
June followed him reluctantly. But she smiled. Albus, though somehow sad, didn't change. When he was to have a business talk, he was strict, but stil kinder than anybody else in his place. She wondered, what impression did she make? Did he like her, the new her, after so many years? Well, he wanted her to go too.
'Sit down, my dear, how was your journey?' he asked, smiling slightly.
'Not bad, you know, they have improved the Floos. But, could we go straight to the subject?'
He considered her for a while. June looked calm in the kitchen, but now she was anxious. He decided to talk to her, straight and frankly, just as she wanted. He knew, she got used to business like talks, probably she didn't even remember how it was to have a chat. A friendly chat.
'Well, June' he began, 'we both now you are the best specialist in the world in portals and other magical places. You've heard about the veil?' she nodded and he continued. 'I have serious suspicions that Sirius Black, who as we both know fell behind the veil in the Ministry, can still be taken back.' There was no answer, so Dumbledore went on. 'And I think, you're the only one who can do it.'
'What?' said June, just to say anything. Albus was talking about her ex- hated-boyfriend in a common way, as if nothing had happened those fifteen years ago. Oh, he just like that fell behind the veil and she, just like that, had to take him back. We're not going to play like this, you know. 'He's dead! What the hell I'm doing here.'
'June, I told you, I have serious suspicions, he's still alive, in a kind of coma. He was hit with stunning hex, not avada or something. He could have not fell...'
'But he did, so he probably wanted to be left alone. Well, maybe he wanted to try it out, how it is to be abandoned.'
'June' Headmaster raised his voice, 'He was left alone ages before. We can't do it to him right now, not anymore.'
'We' June grinned ironically. 'We?? Remember, that I was the one who was left, by him, by you by the Order. I don't think I owe him something. Can I go home?'
'And sit and do nothing till death? June, we all made mistakes, we have to join right now and fight!'
'OK, I'll fight, I have no other interests. But, maybe, I just don't want to save that guy!'
'yes?' now Dumbledore was ironical, June gazed at him with fright. 'I know you can produce advanced magic, I know you know loads of stuff. I know you can fight and Sirius' oppinion about your sensitivity was too radical, but can you duell and lead people to fight just as he can. He's a natural born leader, and you're still shy, and behind. We need scientists, philosophers, but to fight we need warriors, June. He's a fighter.'
'Well' said June after a while. She was running out of arguments. Moreover, she had to admit that compared to the importance of the war, her prejudice was bullshit. 'But he wanted to fell, he wanted to die, why we have to make him "unhappy"'she grimaced and her green eyes were covered with a cold cloud. 'we shouldn't...'
'June, on God's sake, tell me, why did he wanted to die? Not only because he is a risky type and he wanted to sacrifice himself to the order. Not only because his friends were murdered because of his wrong decisions! Not only because he found his godson brighter and more intelligent than him and Jamed at his age and that Harry in fact didn't need Sirius in the way Sirius wanted! The main reason is that he did screw the relationship with you up, June. He knew he did something totally idiotic, and the fact was making him so wretched. Yes, June, the mistakes we make will always give back, you know. Think about that.'
He finished and June sat in silence, flabbergasted. So what, if Sirius wanted to die because of what he had done to her, well, she didn't want to stop him. She forgot him, forgot, deleted that life and now she was to be introduced in that mug again? Why?
'What do you want from me?' June shouted. 'I was left alone like a piece of shit, he left me, you left me. Hey, baby, we don't need you anymore. That wasn't fun. And I started new life with no intention to get back here and recall him and ... stuff. Can't I just be left in peace. He doesn't need me, he never needed!' she was yelling, with dry eyes, well, she didn't remember it, how it is to cry. 'yeah, and keep telling me, please, that it's my fault he'd been unhappy. Stupid bustard.'
'I've never said it was your fault, June. The problem is that we need people to fight. We need people to be in opposition to what Voldemort does.' Dumbledore's voice was calm now. 'And we need you to be in the Order, of course if you want it. I'm sure you do. And we need Sirius, his strenght, his wit, his abilities. I'm not aking you to be with him, but to help us all, June. June?'
June was staring at him, and doing very fast thinking. She could be resentful, but, still, she was a human being and was not able to refuse, not in such a serious case.
'I'll need to see the place, and I will need someone to make the potions. And I have to talk to the healers. And a broom, my is too old, I expect. I don't know why I am doing this. I hope you know what you're doing, Dumbledore? Shouldn't we move? The sooner we do it' she turned her eyes from Dumbledore, she wasn't sure if she wanted to say that, 'the sooner I'll be at my place, free to forget it all once again.'
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Well, did you like it? What do you think? Is she angry enough? Or sad and alone enough? Write reviews, please!!!!
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Of course I do not own HP, I'm not JK (I think?). Other charaters are mine, especially JUNE SULLIVAN.
Summary. Sirius is dead, gone behind the veil. One person knows how to bring him back. It's his ex-girlfriend. But, after all he had done to her, will she be willing to do that?
Everything can be changed
By Ilara Zadlo
**** **** **** **** **** **** ****
1.
June Sullivan had been in London for an hour or so and she'd already got cold. In the summer! The years she spent in Argentina made her used to living in warm, sunny places. This unexpected trip to Britain cost her a lot of health. Well, she wanted to think so. Good, Indian drugs and herbs made her more immune, but her naturally pale skin lost its wonderful tan the moment she stepped out of Itercontinental Floo Gates in Kharma Street. Freaky London mug.
She left London almost fifteen years ago, few months before Voldemort was defeated. She left, because her boyfriend, whom she loved, told her that he had never been in love her, and he would have never fallen for her. In fact, he shouted. He added that she had never meant anything to him and that nobody wanted and needed her there in England, in the Order. She cried rivers of tears and finally, with her heart totally broken, she decided to leave that fucking world and took a chance to work for South American Wizardy institute. They offered her a post as a head of Magical Places Department. She was always interested in that: old temples, secret rooms that disappear and appear when they want, portals, gates, veils and holes that were a kind of short cuts, doors to distant places. South America was full of such objects. They were very secretive, deceisive, interesting and dangerous. June loved that. Her ex-boyfriend claimed that she was too sensitive, delicate, to do dangerous things, to risk her life. The exciting work as a researcher and a scientist was her answer to his fears and bias and jealousy. Now she could shout at him: look you fool, I've discovered and travelled so many teleportating tunnels and no heart attack, no broken bones, no lung diseases!!!!
And now she was back in London. Funny, life is so funny, she thought, with a drop of disappointment. She wanted no feelings about that visit, and what? she found that funny. She used to be embittered, indifferent, and one short while in England changed her attitude towards life. No, of course it didn't mean that she found life worth living or that it made sense. She was only shoked that she was having positive attitude. She looked at the note Dumbledore had sent her.
"Meet me at Grimmalud Place,12 on 1st of July. Urgent! Albus D."
Well, now they needed her. She knew the Order was reloaded, but she was more than sure that none of the members would ever bother to call for her after she'd left. And now, because that bustard was stupid enough to die she had to come and save his ass for, God only knows, what.
June destroyed the note with a simple fire spell and thought intensively about the Grimmauld Place 12. Suddenly, between the numbers 11 and 13 appeared a path and an old, grim house, June had never wanted to see. She opened rosted gate and went to the door. She pressed the ring button and waited.
** **
Molly Weasley opened the door and the bright sun dazzled her eyes and she had to squint her eyes. She saw a women standing on the path. She was small, thin and pale. She had chestnut hair and green eyes hidden behind rectangular glasses. She was wearing brown, soft dress with beige Indian signs and was a little anxious. She smiled shily and spoke before Molly opened her lips.
'Hi, I'm to meet Albus Dumbledore in here.'
Molle looked quickly around and opened the door wider to let the woman in.
'Good morning' Molly spoke when they found themselved in the shadowed hall. 'We had to get inside, it's no good when too many people are outside.' The woman seemed to understand that because she had no questions. Molly continued. 'Sorry, I'm Molly Weasley and I run this place for a while.'
'Hi' June shook Molly's hand. 'I'm June Sullivan. I got a note from Albus...'
'That's obvious, my dear' interrupted Molly. 'He's the only one who can tell you we're here. We should leave this hall' she added in a low voice 'Mrs Black gets annoyed when she hears voices.'
June followed Molly and spoke while they were going downstairs.
'Is Dumbledore here, I mean, he asked me to come on exactly this day.'
'No, he's not here yet, but I'm sure he arives as soon as the School Year ended. Here we go, the kitchen, you should rest after journey, I'll make you some tea.'
June passed the kitchen door after Molly, slightly astonished by the name "tea". In Argentina she got used to "mate" and missed the sound, smell and taste of tea. She was recalling it in her thoughts and wasn't aware of Molly telling her to meet other Order members. She quickly looked round and noticed a red-haired middle-aged man, two older men, one of them had a glass eye, younger black man and a violet haired woman. In the corner of the table sat a pale person with lightbrown hair. He had a careful gaze and before she could seek his name in her memory he spoke, and then she recalled.
'June? June Sullivan?' he stood up and walked quickly towards her, watching her suspiciously, but smiling.
'Remus' June finally fouund her voice in her throat when they shook hands. 'How nice to see you again.' Well, she really thought that though her answer sounded formally, as if she had been practising it all the way there.
'What are you doing here' he asked sharply without letting her go. She stared at him and so did the others and it was once again Molly who saved the situation.
'Remus' she reprimanded. 'June's our guest, she's tired after travelling and should rest so please, stop that stupid questions.'
The man moved his wand and another chair appeared behind the table. June sat down and was introduced to the others: Tonks, Fletcher, Moody, Weasley/ She said hello and slowly drank the tea, wishing it was all over and Lupin was gone. Hmm, he didn't seem to like her anymore. Why? Well, of course: Black.
She did not want to talk about her former boyfriend, nor about the aim of her visit. She had crossed out the past and the return was painful, too painful. And she wanted to make no exuses, not anymore. Luckily, before she finished the tea, another Order member arrived and announced:
'The train is almost at the station, I think we should go now.'
'Yes, Bill, dear' said Molly. 'we're coming.'
The people stood up, put the dishes to the sink and quickly left the room, leaving June alone. Molly, who was the last one to leave, said her goodbye to June and added:
'Make yourself comfortable, I think Dumbledore should arrive soon, the kids are on the train and he will finally have time to talk to you. We have to take kids home. Bye.'
She left and June was alone in the dark kitchen. She poured more tea and took a tost. Then she spotted a newspaper lying in Remus' part of table. She took it, well, obviously, it was "The Daily Prophet". On the front page was a huge photo of a man she used to know, with a title: "Sirius Black, post-mortem cleared!!!!"
'Please!' she whispered with disgust, however began to read. She had heard that news but she hadn't read that paper yet. Inside was everything: how he died, why he was sentenced, some stories from his life, bla bla bla. Nothing really interesting. Well, June, though she didn't know why, was sure that Sirius had been innocent. She hated him, but she knew him like nobody else (well, she also knew that he was immature, stupid bastard). What was she doing there, if everybody was so sure he was dead. She began to read other, similar stupid articles, when the door opened and Albus Dumbledore entered.
'So, you've come, June. You know...'he said watching June and the paper.
'Hello, Professor' said Sullivan quickly, stood up and approached the man. They shook their hands shortly. 'I expected that.'
'Let's go to the living room, we have to talk and there are nicer armchairs.'
June followed him reluctantly. But she smiled. Albus, though somehow sad, didn't change. When he was to have a business talk, he was strict, but stil kinder than anybody else in his place. She wondered, what impression did she make? Did he like her, the new her, after so many years? Well, he wanted her to go too.
'Sit down, my dear, how was your journey?' he asked, smiling slightly.
'Not bad, you know, they have improved the Floos. But, could we go straight to the subject?'
He considered her for a while. June looked calm in the kitchen, but now she was anxious. He decided to talk to her, straight and frankly, just as she wanted. He knew, she got used to business like talks, probably she didn't even remember how it was to have a chat. A friendly chat.
'Well, June' he began, 'we both now you are the best specialist in the world in portals and other magical places. You've heard about the veil?' she nodded and he continued. 'I have serious suspicions that Sirius Black, who as we both know fell behind the veil in the Ministry, can still be taken back.' There was no answer, so Dumbledore went on. 'And I think, you're the only one who can do it.'
'What?' said June, just to say anything. Albus was talking about her ex- hated-boyfriend in a common way, as if nothing had happened those fifteen years ago. Oh, he just like that fell behind the veil and she, just like that, had to take him back. We're not going to play like this, you know. 'He's dead! What the hell I'm doing here.'
'June, I told you, I have serious suspicions, he's still alive, in a kind of coma. He was hit with stunning hex, not avada or something. He could have not fell...'
'But he did, so he probably wanted to be left alone. Well, maybe he wanted to try it out, how it is to be abandoned.'
'June' Headmaster raised his voice, 'He was left alone ages before. We can't do it to him right now, not anymore.'
'We' June grinned ironically. 'We?? Remember, that I was the one who was left, by him, by you by the Order. I don't think I owe him something. Can I go home?'
'And sit and do nothing till death? June, we all made mistakes, we have to join right now and fight!'
'OK, I'll fight, I have no other interests. But, maybe, I just don't want to save that guy!'
'yes?' now Dumbledore was ironical, June gazed at him with fright. 'I know you can produce advanced magic, I know you know loads of stuff. I know you can fight and Sirius' oppinion about your sensitivity was too radical, but can you duell and lead people to fight just as he can. He's a natural born leader, and you're still shy, and behind. We need scientists, philosophers, but to fight we need warriors, June. He's a fighter.'
'Well' said June after a while. She was running out of arguments. Moreover, she had to admit that compared to the importance of the war, her prejudice was bullshit. 'But he wanted to fell, he wanted to die, why we have to make him "unhappy"'she grimaced and her green eyes were covered with a cold cloud. 'we shouldn't...'
'June, on God's sake, tell me, why did he wanted to die? Not only because he is a risky type and he wanted to sacrifice himself to the order. Not only because his friends were murdered because of his wrong decisions! Not only because he found his godson brighter and more intelligent than him and Jamed at his age and that Harry in fact didn't need Sirius in the way Sirius wanted! The main reason is that he did screw the relationship with you up, June. He knew he did something totally idiotic, and the fact was making him so wretched. Yes, June, the mistakes we make will always give back, you know. Think about that.'
He finished and June sat in silence, flabbergasted. So what, if Sirius wanted to die because of what he had done to her, well, she didn't want to stop him. She forgot him, forgot, deleted that life and now she was to be introduced in that mug again? Why?
'What do you want from me?' June shouted. 'I was left alone like a piece of shit, he left me, you left me. Hey, baby, we don't need you anymore. That wasn't fun. And I started new life with no intention to get back here and recall him and ... stuff. Can't I just be left in peace. He doesn't need me, he never needed!' she was yelling, with dry eyes, well, she didn't remember it, how it is to cry. 'yeah, and keep telling me, please, that it's my fault he'd been unhappy. Stupid bustard.'
'I've never said it was your fault, June. The problem is that we need people to fight. We need people to be in opposition to what Voldemort does.' Dumbledore's voice was calm now. 'And we need you to be in the Order, of course if you want it. I'm sure you do. And we need Sirius, his strenght, his wit, his abilities. I'm not aking you to be with him, but to help us all, June. June?'
June was staring at him, and doing very fast thinking. She could be resentful, but, still, she was a human being and was not able to refuse, not in such a serious case.
'I'll need to see the place, and I will need someone to make the potions. And I have to talk to the healers. And a broom, my is too old, I expect. I don't know why I am doing this. I hope you know what you're doing, Dumbledore? Shouldn't we move? The sooner we do it' she turned her eyes from Dumbledore, she wasn't sure if she wanted to say that, 'the sooner I'll be at my place, free to forget it all once again.'
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