A/N: I'm not one to do stories from the Marauders Era. I'm also not one to make up characters, usually. I don't know what sparked this, or where it might go, bare with me, ideas are welcomed, so are flames, they might be good for inspiration.
Summary: Hard to summarize when you don't know where this will go, but I can tell you it's about a child from that famous gang of people from the Marauders Era. And… someone might not come out looking to good in this, just so you know.
Discalimer: Doesn't the word Disclaimer say it all, it's not mine, and probably never will be:(
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Yes, My Name is Siriusly
Hey, my name is Siriusly, and yes I'm serious. And yes that joke has gotten old, very, very old. And No, I don't know why my parents named me that. In fact I don't know who my parents are. My new parents don't know either. They just told me that I was found on a doorstep with a note, explaining that I was the child of a long lost relative of theirs, and if they could take care of me.
I know that's sad right? A little girl just left on the door step of some relatives that have never met her. Well you know what's sadder than that, those same people deciding that I couldn't possibly be related to them and dumping me at the closest orphanage they could find. I did say "a" doorstep. Yes, I've passed from orphanage to orphanage, country to country. That's right, sometimes I'd get with a family and everything would be great. A couple of those times, we'd move, and something would happen and I'd be right back in an orphanage.
So to recap, including, the "relatives" I've been with 7 families, through 4 countries and across 2 continents. Not bad for someone only 15 years old, don't you think? Oh I guess I should tell you more about myself. Mostly what I tell you will be superficial stuff, not because I'm superficial, but because I don't know anything about my past, that might be behind it. You know like I'm pretty tall for a girl, I mean I can look most blokes in the face, eye to eye. And trust, there have been plenty of blokes trying to look into my green eyes. Yeah I have green eyes. I like them. Yes, if I ever find out who's responsible for my eyes I'll have to thank them. Unlike my hair, it's all black and… black. I have to constantly do something with it or it'll get tangled and matty. I won't be thanking the contributor of the hair. The thought did occur to me that I might be the exact spitting image of one of my parents, but I don't really believe, that I look exactly like one of them. Well, at least I don't want too, then how am I supposed to know them if I see them?
Oh, I guess by now, you should know that I have no idea if there even alive or not. But I like to think they are. At least one of them. But sometimes, I have dreams where I see people with long black hair, and slim faces like mine doing terrible things. I'm serious, (don't say "no you're Siriusly" please) I tell you this because I was never one to sugar coat things. If I think you're a bit of a prat, I'll tell you. I'd want you to tell me, then again if you did, you'd probably wish you hadn't. That's another thing you should know, I have a great sense of humor, really, just don't use it against me, because I'll get you back ten times worse.
Once an associate of mines, on a dare had to tell the whole school that I had a crush on Elton Carter. Yes, lovely, except Elton Carter had a girlfriend Patricia Bonds, that was overly jealous of anyone talking about her boyfriend. She tried to address the situation in a very crowded lunch hall, while I was with some of my closer friends eating lunch. I laughed in her face. What was I supposed to do? Technically it was true, but I didn't put the word out, I just didn't care either way. Well she got upset that I was laughing and threw pudding in my face.
I'm honestly not sure what happened next, it was a blur. I remember getting mad, and reaching for my mashed potatoes, but by the time it was all done, the whole tray was of food which included pudding, gravy, chicken, peas and carrots, and rice was all over her. Notice I didn't mention mashed potatoes. My friends said, that they thought I reached for the mashed potatoes but the force of which I grabbed them must've sent the whole tray flying. They laughed, but the tray had also hit Bonds knocking her to the ground as well, getting me into trouble. Which I did not need. No, not at all. I got suspended. I believe that happened when I was with my 5th family. Yeah, I left them soon after that. They said they couldn't deal with my anger issues always getting me into trouble. I had heard that before, so I wasn't fazed by that. It was the fact that, I had to leave a set of friends once again.
I'm getting off the subject, I get people back worse than they get me, but it's not my fault. Someone gets me mad, and then something bad happens to them. That's not to say that I wasn't going to do something bad to them, just not what the outcome actually is. I don't know, I try to control myself, but I can't. It's like there are times when I can feel something flowing through my veins just waiting to unleash itself. But that's stupid right?
"There's nothing flowing through you."
"You just have to control yourself."
"Stop playing with sticks, you're 9, 12 ,13, 15 years old."
That's what most people say to me when I try to explain what happens. Don't think I'm weird because I play with sticks. As you saw above, it seems there's an age limit on playing with sticks that I missed reading about. I tired telling one person about why I still play with them, a woman that I was close to back in London. She was a friend of one of the families I had stayed with. She was Brilliant. Her name was Ashley Jones, but she said I could call her Ash.
FLASHBACK
It was just before I was about to be sent to back to an orphanage. I had done accidentally made the neighbor's son Daniel, flying into a tree. He had heavy bruising on his ribs, they found pieces of bark and automatically assumed that I must have beaten him with one of my sticks. It was more believable, to believe that a 12 year old, 120 pound girl had beaten a 16 year old 210 pound boy with a stick for no reason. Well there was a reason, he tried to touch me, and I'm not talking about holding hands either. I was glad to be leaving except for Ash. I went to see her before the orphanage showed up.
"What's wrong?" She asked.
"Everything, as usual, but for once I don't want to leave, I want to stay with you" I told her.
"I wish I could take you, but I'm a traveler, I don't stay situated for long, that's no way for a child to live"
"Then I must not be a child, because that's how I live"
"Oh Siriusly, so young and you've already been through so much."
"Yeah, well I wish I hadn't"
"We've had this talk before, only you are to blame for your troubles, this is your fault"
" It's not my fault my parents left me to rot, alone and miserable"
"Maybe, but you're 12 years old now, you have to start taking responsibility for you own actions"
"I know, I know, but come on, he tried to attack me"
"Did you tell them that?"
"Of course I did, but since I have the rather annoying habit of solving the police problems better than them, they weren't to kind to believe me"
"Hmm, all goes back to taking responsibility for your actions"
"Can I tell you something?"
"Yes dear"
"You have to believe me, no matter how crazy, no matter how insane" I pleaded.
"Ok" She said simply.
"Really I mean it"
"And so do I"
"You know how I play with sticks?"
"Yes dear, are you about to tell me why?"
"Yeah, it's just… I mean…"
"Go ahead, I'm listening"
"I can do things when I have a stick in my hand"
I thought she was going to laugh, or look at me skeptically, instead it was like a dawning comprehension had come to her.
"With the sticks?" She quizzed.
"Yea, you think I'm mental don't you?" I suggested.
"Well, actually… I mean… what type of things do you think you can do when you have the stick in your hand?"
"So you believe me then?"
"Maybe, just tell me what you can do"
I'll admit I was skeptical at first, what if she was about to turn out to be one of those circus people and wanted to make me a circus freak, it would explain her traveling.
"You're not a circus freak are you?"
I told you I was honest.
"Ha ha. Siriusly, please, you told me to believe you and when it seems like I do you get all skeptical"
"Sorry, you're right, well I've made things move, at first only a couple of inches, but now I can go a couple of feet. I can raise stuff as high as the house too. Daniel was the heaviest thing I ever tried actually, I must've been really mad."
"Ha ha, yeah he is big isn't he? And you can only lift stuff when you're mad?"
"Yea for lifting, but I can do other stuff when I'm not mad"
"Such as?"
"I can open locked stuff, I only thought it was doors, but I opened my friends jammed locker last week. And I can turn stuff into other stuff,"
"You can do Transfig- I mean really? Turn it into stuff like what?"
I'm sure to this day I heard her say something about Trans something but I wanted to get it all out there so I question her later without interruption.
"Well actually, I can only turn stuff into salt or sugar. One time I turned my Brussels sprouts into pudding, but I got in trouble for sneaking desert out the fridge"
She started thinking, I guess. She certainly started speaking inaudible words, punctuated with 'of course' and 'why didn't I realize' and then finally-
"But you couldn't be, the letter would have found you, regardless of your moving."
"What le-"
END FLASHBACK
That's when the doorbell rang. It was the police coming to take me back. Ash tried to tell them to wait, just for a minute. But they wouldn't listen. I tried to fight them away, told them to wait. They grabbed me and stared dragging me from Ash's house. She tried to get them to at least release me. They wouldn't. I started to cry, and get upset. Ah started to get upset too. She told the one grabbing me the hardest to be gentle, but he took one of his hands and pushed her. That made me mad. I still had the stick they thought I beat Daniel with up my sleeve. I pulled it out. The cop who hadn't hit Ash tried to grab it. I pointed it at him and he flew back away from me with such force that the cop who had hit Ash, had let me go in shock. His mistake, I took the wand and aimed it at him next he flew into Ash's couch. I looked at Ash. She stood with her mouth open in shock. The first cop was advancing on me again, Ash told him to calm down before I hurt him. He looked at her like she was crazy, and said "she can't hurt me I must've slipped, she's just a no good-" he didn't get to finish I aimed the stick at him again and he turned into a… I'm not sure still but he definitely turned brownish, grew some fur, his ears got bigger and had buck teeth, it think he was half way to a rabbit. I was so shocked at what I did, I dropped the stick, I looked at Ash, she said, "don't worry she's going to fix it, she's going to fix everything." And then I could've sworn I saw her pull out a stick too, but all went black.
I woke up the next day in the orphanage, they told me that I had put up a fight but the cops managed to overpower me eventually, but they had to knock me out in the process. I asked them what about the cop I had turned into a… whatever. They laughed, I started to get mad, but I had a splitting headache and though better to save the anger for another day.
I never saw Ash again. The first chance I got to be free of the orphanage to find her, she wasn't home, probably on one of her travels. I never bothered to tell anyone else. Afraid of a promise that would never get kept.
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A/N: So I have some ideas for this story but nothing concrete. You should know this will be about Sirius and Lily at some point. And the Trio will role role into this at some point also. Just check back if it interests you. Please Read and Review.