Hi Vivi! Hoffe, du liest das hier, auch wenn es Englisch ist. Lass dir notfalls helfen. Wie gefällt dir die Idee? Würde sie unter meinem alten Account (Pretty Lily Potter) auf Englisch und hier auf Deutsch veröffentlichen. Übersetzen müsste ich's dann allerdings noch.
Author's Note: Same procedur as every time… nothing is mine – it all belongs to Joanne K. Rowling and maybe Warner Brothers, I'm not born English so I apologize for any bad mistakes of any kind…
Title: Just think of a good title for this and that is it…
Author: Me – Pretty Lily Potter
Rated: T
So have fun and enjoy it…
It had been no special day since I went to the book shop.
It was no special book shop, either, just my favourite one…
There was no new book that seemed to be interesting, so I went straight on to the bookshelf with the Harry Potter books in it. I took the fifth book – Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix.
I sat down in a comfortable armchair and begann to read. Soon I was so deep into it that I didn't notice that I began to read aloud. My voice could be heard in the whole shop. Soon a big audience settled around me. I'm not too bad at reading aloud – I learned it by reading for my little dauther…
Every evening we lie in her bed reading her favourite book. And when she falls asleep I leave her room toetipping and close the door as quiet as possible.
However, I sat in this bookshop reading like if my dauther was lying beneath me. I started quite close to the end of the book. You know, I mean the excerpt in which Harry and his friends fight against the death eaters, because this was where my dauther Kathleen and I stopped reading the day before.
I was just reading the part that describes how Sirius Black fights against Bellatrix Lestrange. Bella fired a curse, and Sirius disappeared. I was so deep into the words Mrs. Rowling had written, that I did not notice the trouble that was caused a few meters away from me.
A tall man with long black hair and a clock had suddenly appeared out of the blue. Everybody turned around to watch him listening to my voice that still filled the room.
He seemed to be very interested in what he heard.
"So he is looking for me? Harry noticed that I vanished? What has happened? Where am I?"
I looked up immediately. Who was this man? Where did he come from? Wait…No – that couldn't be!
"Are, are you Sirius Black?" I whispered in confusion.
"Yes, I am. But where do you know me from? Merlin, what am I doing here? And what is this? A port key?" he pointed at the book lying on my knees.
I hide the book as soon as possible. As if he had not already seen it! I could not believe it. Sirius Black stood there right in front of me! And it must have been my voice that picked him out of the book lying on my knees!
That was,yes, just like in my second favourite book - Inkheart by Cornelia Funke. (AN: So, yes, it is a crossover -I don't know if all of you have read "Inkheart", well, it is very popular in Germany and I know that it has been translated into English...)
I looked straight into his eyes (Oh my godness - my knees seem like plum pudding) and said with my strongest voice: "Quite a lot of questions, don't you think so?"
Sirius Black smiled in his very own way that had always made women fall in love with him.