There once lived a lady
Her name was J.K. Rowling
She's the one that thought up Quidditch
and Diagon Alley and Owling.
In 2011, along came this girl
Nicknamed Rose
She really enjoyed
JK's prose.
She decided to write based on her works
And maybe earn some fame.
But then she remembered, and thought to herself
"First I must disclaim"
Alright, so as the awful poem suggests, I do not own Harry Potter or the world. I can only claim the plot for Breaking Free, Colors in hand (previously known as Siriusly Irish).
But give it a shot. I enjoyed writing this and I hope you'll enjoy reading it.
Playlist:
Trouble – P!nk
TNT – AC/DC
Trouble – Coldplay
Who'd have imagined? I thought wryly to myself. Sirius Black actually reading a book. I turned another page and tried hard to focus on the stupid reading work I had to do for stupid Slughorn. I didn't really dislike me. Well, he liked me, so I did well in potions, but the man had some seriously twisted ideas for somebody on the good side. He told me once that he was amazed that Lily, being a muggleborn, was so good a witch. Honestly, I'd always thought that that sense of surprise was the root of Voldemort's little group. Or maybe Voldemort was jealous of some muggleborn who'd been better at Hogwarts than him.
The words 'shrinking potion' floated out at me just as Snape passed by our compartment. James nudged me, and I slammed the book shut. This ought to be fun. We grinned at each other and tried to quietly reassure Peter, who looked a little worried.
"Well if it isn't our dear friend, Sirius. We ought to make him feel welcome." James copied the oily tone Snape used with teachers. "Come in, Severus, come in!"
Snivelly looked as though James had just confunded him, but stepped into our compartment anyway. Was he really so dumb as to assume that James would be nice to him? Remus sat up a little straighter, ready to break up a fight if it came to it. Rebecca Woods, James' new girlfriend clutched his arm as though holding him back. "You'll like this, Becky. Watch." He muttered.
"Had a good summer?" James asked nonchalantly.
Snape shrugged in what he hoped was a blasé attitude. Of course, even a bimbo like Rebecca could figure out that he was tripping over his ragged boots to feel like he was similar to James.
"I know I did. What did you do, Sirius? Watch old Reggie throw dark marks around in his room with Snivellus here?" He chuckled.
His hand curled around his wand. "Way off, Potter." He said, trying to maintain his cool.
"That's the best you can do, Snivelly? 'Way off, Potter'? What, did you forget all those quips you memorized to throw at me and Sirius over the summer?"
"You're sadly mistaken, Potter. I just forgot what I was going to say – Lily and I had great fun over the summer." He taunted, his large nose raising an inch.
"Not anymore, Grease," I drawled from where I was lounging, "That one got old, oh, I'd say in second year. Everyone knows she wants nothing to do with you after the horrible things you said to her. Did you really try to apologize, Snape? You must be dumber than I thought."
I went back to my book, predicting the sequence of events after this. As if on cue, Snape fired a non-verbal Jelly-legs jinx at me. Show off. I was still struggling with the Defense Against the Dark Arts ones. Remus was already in action, deflecting it with his own non-verbal shield. Just as James got a good angle for what could have been a great jinx, Lily Evans showed up. Uh-oh.
"Stop that!" She said shrilly. "Do you really want me to dock points from Gryffindor the first day back?"
Oh yeah. Evans was a Head Girl. Perfect Evans, with the perfect grades, and the perfect behavior, and the perfect poise who just couldn't give James the time of the day. Probably the only girl I'd ever thought was like a sister to me. Funny how much she hated all of us in second year. And then it all changed, but that is a story for some other time.
Snape grinned triumphantly. Evans, however, looked like him like he was slime. "And you," She said, jerking her head in his direction, a disgusted expression painting her face crimson, "Clear off before I set you detention."
Though everyone knew she wouldn't set him detention, it shut old Grease up super fast and wiped off his stupid smirk. He scampered off like the little rat he was, throwing us one last dirty look and Lily a longing glance.
She collapsed into the empty seat next to me. "Thanks, Evans." I nodded in her direction.
"Anytime." She smiled back, and muttered something under her breath which sounded vaguely like filthy moron.
"Right there with ya, Evans." I muttered back.
"It's your turn, Potter." She said louder, trying to ignore Rebecca digging her nails into James' forearm. It looked like she was about to draw blood. Prongs shook off the blonde and walked out without a word.
"God, Sirius, those Slytherins just get worse by the year." She groaned. I patted her shoulder.
"Don't worry about those slime bags. They only get worse cause' we get better." I said. The arrogance of that statement made her laugh.
"Leaves just you and me in here, Evans."
"Yeah. Where's Remus?" She asked.
"Sierra. Who else?" I told her. She nodded in understanding.
After a minute of comfortable silence, I asked her the old favorite, "You wanna see what I got you for your birthday?"
"Oh, don't tease me, Sirius. I know you won't show me until the day of my birthday."
"Well, I was going to, but if you don't want to see it, then it's fine."
"Now that got old in third year." She elbowed me, grinning. Her bad mood seemed to have left the compartment with James.
Once in the dorm, James began pacing around the common room, his chest now proclaiming him to the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, and Head-boy.
"Good one, Prongs." I nodded to him.
"Thanks." He grinned back. "Where's Moony?" His brow furrowed.
"Off with Sierra." I told him. "Y'know, James –" I began, but he cut me off.
"I know what you're going to say, Padfoot. Don't bother. I no longer have a crush on Lily. I'm with – eh, what's her name? – Rebecca, remember?" I smirked. This was an all time low. He always remembered the girl's name. "See, I don't care how smart, or pretty she is. And it certainly doesn't matter that she hates my guts, because I'm over her. This is the last time Lily Evans has rejected me. I'm happy!" I burst out laughing. He sounded so cross that that statement just sounded ridiculous. Even he had to smile a bit at the contradiction in his voice.
"The bimbo over Lily? You're really too far gone, Prongs." I told him, sighing in mock misery, "On a lighter note, though, I think I want to go help Peeves scare the first years. You coming?"
"Can't. Got to discuss the team roster and everything with McGonagall. I'll see you in a few, though." He said, tossing me the invisibility cloak.
"See ya." I nodded to him, making my way to the chamber where we'd waited as first years. I slipped into the little crook we'd found in fourth year when we were hiding from Filch. "Peeves!" I whisper-shouted. "Get down here." He was floating a foot above my head.
"You got the water balloons?" He wheezed.
"Of course." He shrugged. I tapped my wand against the skinny poltergeist's head and muttered a disillusionment spell.
"Go!" I encouraged.
As soon as there were shrieks and splashing noises, I went out. It really took the magic out of it when you knew what was going on. I slid up behind a small redhead and said, "Sorry, my friend is the newest ghost here. He can't control himself."
She shrieked in fright, trembling so violently that her wet hair was shaking as well. A few heads turned. She peered some three feet left of me, whispering, "There was a voice there."
"There's nobody there, Andrea." Another identical redhead said to her.
"Sarah…I …he…said…ghost…there!" It was immensely difficult to figure out what came out through her chattering teeth. I figured Peeves must have put ice down her robes.
"Annie, don't be silly, ghosts can't touch things. Besides, we'd see him." She turned to the closest boy, a tall fellow for his age, leaning against the wall.
"You," she said, "Stop scaring my friend."
He shrugged. "Whatever." I'd put money on him going into Slytherin.
Just then, James came through the door, badly disillusioned. I could see him, though he looked like a ghost. Watery, transparent and shifting in and out of focus. He went straight to the nook, but I thought I saw the little girl named Andrea shiver in fright.
"Bad form, Prongs. Some kid saw you."
"Ah, well. I didn't have time. McGonagall is on her way."
"Here, you take the cloak, I'll hide!" I said, and handed him the cloak. He was just on time. Unfortunately, I wasn't. McGonagall came through the door. Oops.
"Mr. Black. Why aren't you with the rest of your house? Professor Dumbledore is speaking at the moment."
"Ah, professor. Remus noticed a first year looking sick on the train and wanted to check on her." I nodded towards the redhead, Andrea. "So I said I'd do it for him."
"Commendable – " she began, in a voice that said she didn't believe me, but she had nothing on me. A shrill voice broke the air, though, and blew my cover.
"That's the voice! He told me that a ghost was putting water on us!"
Busted. "Ah. Care to change your story now, Mr. Black? And where is your other half, Mr. Potter? I daresay he would have joined in on the fun as well?"
"No, Professor." I stepped on his foot, our sign for get out of here.
"You are quite certain, Mr. Black?"
"Yes, Ma'am. I thought he was with you." I nodded.
"And I have no doubt that you plotted this together. You will be serving detention alone for…shall we say, the next two months?"
"Professor!" I gasped.
"It can be three, Black."
"But, Quidditch!" I sputtered.
"I have something in mind, Black, and I don't think it will interfere with Quidditch, but let us see how you like it." She began walking out, and I followed her.
"Professor, it's the first day of school. Can't I just have this one chance?"
"No, Black. You've had enough of those. Besides, it's been a long time since I saw you squirm. I believe this will serve the purpose admirably. I shall enjoy this immensely, Black. You're not going to ruin my fun, are you?" She said, half-smiling. "You shall not join your friends at the Great Hall. Eat in my office, and then go straight up to the dormitories. Come to me before breakfast tomorrow, we shall arrange your detention. The password is 'Ominousity'."
"Sounds ominous." I muttered under my breath. I thought I saw her smirk.
"Professor?" I asked tentatively.
"No, Black, I will not cut your detention short." She snapped.
"No, professor. I was only wondering, will I still get treacle tart in your office?"
Yep. She smiled.
What did you think?
Rose.