Sirius Problems with a Girl
"Damn!" Harry heard the sound of a girl yelling from across the Great Hall, and sure enough, there was, he found out as he turned around in his seat. She was wearing denim shorts and black stockings on her legs, wearing bright blue, glittery… high-heeled sandals, and a shirt without sleeves with a long neck that was black… and very fuzzy. She had black hair streaked in bright blue, like her sandals, and was parted into two ponytails on the top of her head, hair dangling by her ears. "What is with that hair?!" she said, wrinkling her nose as she came closer.
"Who are you?" Harry asked her… she looked older than he did, but maybe that was the eye-shadow, blush, eyeliner, and glitter that she was wearing, and he was curious, it was summer and he was supposed to be the only student still at the Hogwarts Castle.
"That's for me to know and you to find out in good time. Howdy. Wassup?" she said quickly, chomping on a minty piece of gum… Harry could smell it from where he was sitting. She stuck her hand out, as if to shake hands and so as he started to go for her hand, she slapped his hand and pulled her arm back. He merely stared at her, blinking and put his hand back down by his side. "What with you?" she asked suspiciously. "I guess you Brits don't do that type of stuff."
"I- I- beg your pardon." Harry sputtered.
"You do that," she said nonchalantly. "So what's with the hack job?" she asked, nodding at his head of hair, still as unruly as ever. Harry opened his mouth to retaliate to her remark, but was stopped when someone else came into the room.
"Ah, Harry-" Dumbledore started, dressed in long robes of dark red with small stars glittering on them, but was interrupted by the girl.
"You're name is Harry?!" she laughed out. "How totally lame is that?" she said.
"It's not lame." Harry defended himself. She looked at him with a raised eyebrow.
"It's called a rhetorical question, retard." Harry's eyes went wide and he stood up quickly. Dumbledore put up his hands.
"Now now children, stop bickering. Mister Potter I would like y-" but yet again the girl cut one of the greatest wizards of their time off in mid-sentence.
"Holy shit! Your Harry frickin' Potter? Damn! Please tell me this ain't the kid I gotta work with Mister." She said incredulously, looking at Dumbledore in disbelief. To Harry's amazement, Albus Dumbledore laughed at the choice language of the girl, he still didn't know her name.
"I'm afraid it is Kira," he said kindly. She looked hard at Harry for a moment.
"Screw this," Kira looked completely disgusted as she turned around to leave, Harry was honestly shocked down to his toes at the way she was speaking to the professor. "'Cause there ain't, uh, I mean is no way in Hell that I'm working with this geek, especially him being… who he is…" she sneered, somehow reminding him of Snape.
Harry honestly thought this girl had the worst manners he had ever seen. "What you starin' at dork?" she yelled at him.
"Now Miss Snape, I truly think that-" Dumbledore started, which startled Harry, no wonder she seemed to hate him so much.
"No," she said glaring. "I told you Mister Dumbledore, I don' feel like going by my uncle's surname no mo- any more. I'll use my old man's name again. People will just think of me as the Potion Master's damn relative and only judge me by that this year at school."
"Well, I really don't think it appropriate, but… all right Kira. Now I do think that you need to rethink this, Harry and you must work together. I have already explained to both your father and uncle the details and, for once, they agree. You need to work with him."
"Like I care what the almighty ass of all times says? Look, if Uncle Sev-" Harry's eyes widened even further, Uncle Sev? "-really thinks it's best…" she sighed deeply. "Fine, I'll do it. On one condition!" Dumbledore looked at her through his half-moon spectacles questioningly.
"Yes?"
"I give the geek a make-over. Hell will freeze over and I'll hug Peter Pettigrew before I'm seen in public with that." Dumbledore sighed.
"Harry, will you agree to let Miss, er, Black, to, as she put it, make you over." Dumbledore looked at him imploringly, as if to say, "please Harry?"
"Question number one Headmaster… why do I er- need to… work with her, with Kira? I don't get what's going on." Harry asked the man. Kira snorted.
"What a complete moron. It's called 'MoldieWarts business'." Harry gaped at her, MoldieWarts? To say his name is one thing, but to poke fun at it? Oh dear….
"Stop that Harry Potter, you look like a fish, and I refuse to go to London with a fish!" she snapped at him, and he slowly shut his mouth. "Harry Potter, we leave tomorrow, Uncle Sev refuses to let me into Muggle London at night. He is so overprotecti- Uncle Severus! Hello there!" she said cheerfully now and much more refined, waving over to behind Harry's head.
"Ah yes Kira, meeting with Dumbledore and, ergh, Potter. What are you doing in those Muggle clothes?" he asked her sternly. Clearly she hadn't expected to see him today.
"Sorry," she said meekly, quickly spitting the gum into her hand which she wrapped up when he wasn't watching and shoved it into her pocket. "It was too warm for robes Uncle," she whispered, eyes a bit downcast.
"Hmmm… and what did you do with your hair? I thought I told you to strictly keep it down, and why is it blue?" he snarled, yes flashing. "Come young lady we are going to our quarters and you will dress appropriately for school," Snape grabbed her arm and dragged her off toward the dungeons, most obviously embarrassing her.
"That, Harry, is the reason I let her get away with so much. Do you consent to her, er, requests?" Harry nodded glumly, it couldn't be so bad, now could it?
"Is there anything else Professor?" Harry asked him. Dumbledore shook his head, 'no'.
"That is all, have a nice evening Harry."
"You too Professor." Harry murmured, sitting down again, going back to his essays for Charms, he still had much to do in the homework department.
Twenty minutes later a glum looking girl walked up from the stair that went to the Dungeons with a large bag in her arms. She had short black hair that came only slightly above her shoulders and hung straight. Her face was a bit flushed, as if she had been crying, and then gave her face a scrub down to clean it. She was dressed in plain black robes, the Hogwarts uniform for students, as she dumped her bag on the table in front of Harry, and sat down. Harry looked at her again, and then he realized that it was…
"Kira?" he asked in disbelief, now she looked even younger than he was.
"Leave me alone Harry Potter, I sat here so I don't have to be alone, not to talk." She snapped, but she had lost her waspish flair. She was no longer intimidating in the least to Harry.
"What are you staring at 'four-eyes'?" Kira said, scowling grumpily.
"Evidently, you, Kira… Snape." Harry tried to make a better comeback than that, but couldn't.
"It's 'Black' moron. Snape is only my uncle, thank the gods. If he was my dad I'd probably kill myself. The guy hates my guts. I'm just pissed that I have go here, to Hogwarts, blech, here, with him, all year. Now that's what I call Hell." Harry grinned.
"I though you said you didn't want to talk?" he said mockingly.
"Shove it." She said playfully. "So… you're in… Sixth Year this year, correct?" Harry was taken aback.
"How, how did you know?" Harry said, dumbfounded.
"Uncle Severus is always complaining about you, he told me to stay far from you this year, as if you were the plague or whatever. I'm also a Sixth Year…" she sighed.
"Where were you before you came to Hogwarts for this year?" Harry inquired, now interested.
"Duh, America."
"Well yes, but- where, exactly."
"Well I can't give you the longitude and latitude if that's what you're asking," she said sarcastically. Harry had been to muggle primary school long enough to know about social sciences. He didn't find her remark funny. "Oh all right, I was at Lumos et Nox, an American witchery school. It's in Rhode Island. Very boring place."
"Witchery? Odd, they call it 'wizardry' over here." Harry said lightly.
"Even in an all girls' school?" she asked smugly. "We call it wizardry everywhere that speaks English, but for all girls, it's witchery." She snickered slightly, trying not to be too snotty.
Harry had a slight tint of red on his cheeks. "So er-" he decided to revert the conversation to something he knew about. "D'you like Quidditch?" he blurted out. Harry didn't like the sly smile on her face.
"Actually, for someone who grew up in America, yes. I do love to watch Quadpot though… but I can't say playing is too exhilarating. Quidditch is much better. I take it you play Quidditch… hmm… let me see… I'd say, with your build, you're either a chaser, or even a seeker." She said with a questioning look. Harry nodded.
"Seeker," he said, "and you?"
"Seeker, Chaser, and even Keeper, actually, I'm best at Keeper, but I can't say I much like to play it, I prefer Chaser, but no one back in America would ever pick me to be Chaser, nah, they always stick me with Keeper, it's the position no one wants. Go figure. Well, actually," she put in as an afterthought, "I can play Beater, but only if you want the bludger to only go ten feet then hit you in the head, I never liked baseball much." Harry looked at her oddly. "Um… Cricket?" she asked. Harry nodded. "And when it comes to Seeker, I'm not the greatest ever, but I can do fairly well, I usually spot the snitch before anyone else, but it's a matter of doing things like diving at a top speed that I can't do…. You see, as odd as it may sound for a Quidditch player, I'm utterly petrified of hights, and yet another reason why I don't like Beater, I refuse to use two hands on the bat, or club, whatever you call it here. So I take a potion before flying so I don't go nutso on my broom, just a slight bravery potion, it isn't even against the rules, I had the Quidditch Coach check through the rulebook."
Harry was taken aback. How long could one person talk? he thought to himself.
"So… you don't talk much eh? Oh well, I talk enough for the both of us Harry Potter." Harry looked at her strangely.
"Why do you call me 'Harry Potter' and not Harry or Potter?" he asked her.
"Because I think it's rude to call someone by their last name, 'cause that's just a last name that they are marked with, it doesn't let them be their own self, like if I introduced myself to you as Kira Snape, what would you think?"
"Well.. er… something like, 'Oh great, not another Snape I can't even deal with one' and be sort of distant toward you I suppose." Harry said thoughtfully.
"See? But I don't like you, or even know you enough to know if I would like you, so I think it more appropriate to all people I either don't like, or people I don't know if I like by first and last names. And you can easily tell if I hate an adult, I only call them by first name… if I can get away with it without getting in an uber amount of trouble. And if I really hate someone, last name. All the way. So… favorite subject?" Kira asked him.
"Defense Against the Dark Arts," Harry said immediately.
"Why so?" she asked him, trying to get him to talk more as she set upon an essay from her pile of papers. "I mean, what's so special about it? I always thought it sucked." Kira, unbeknownst to Harry, actually like Defense Class, but decided if she insulted his favorite class he might start talking.
"Sucked? Well then I guess you never had a teacher like Professor Lupin before!" he retorted hotly. Kira snorted.
"A teacher doesn't make the subject likeable, you need to like the content of the subject, then the teacher. You can like a teacher all right, but let's say you suddenly had a teacher like… Uncle Severus for Defense Against the Dark Arts, would you still like the subject?"
"No. I would dread that class, your uncle makes my life a nightmare, no offense," he added as an afterthought.
"None taken, he goes out of his way to do the same for me. You know the way I was dressed when I saw you first, that's how I like to dress, this outfit, in my honest opinion… is crap. At least at L.E.N. we didn't have uniforms, we just had to wear a regular robe over some muggle clothes for class, any color, with our house crest on it. And once we left class we could walk around in whatever we wanted as long as it didn't go against the dress code," she said wistfully. Harry blinked.
"First, L.E.N.? And second, you were so lucky. School uniforms are worn all the time here, except when in your dormitory or Common Room."
"Second, I know, I am sure gonna miss L.E.N., which, first, is Lumos et Knox. Anyway, back to the original subject, if you like the subject, it doesn't matter the teacher. So either you like the content of the subject, or you don't. You can also like the teaching method of a certain teacher, but unless you know how they are outside of classes and school, then you can't really judge if you like them as a person or not." Kira blushed. "Sorry, I'm getting all philosophical on you, I usually try not to do that to people I just meet."
"No problem… so what is your favorite subject?" he asked politely, figuring that if she talked that long on his favorite subject, he didn't really want to know how long it would take for her to tell hers.
"Potions and Divination are at a tie. I rock at Divination, like with Tarot, tea readings and scrying, but I usually flunk out with the star charts, my teachers always suck though, a bunch of phony baloneys if you ask me. And when it comes to Potions, I'm about as obsessed as you can be, but I guess I got that from my uncle." She shrugged. "Just the whole thing, you don't need any magical talent to brew most potions, the simple ones at least, you can be a squib and do it easily. You just need to be intelligent. And that is something that comes extremely naturally to me… not to be conceited…. But then again, I am conceited!" she giggled. "Anyway, we better shut up because I need to work on my homew…ork." She trailed off, looking behind Harry, suddenly frowning.
"Hi Harry," shouted a familiar voice. "And Kira" he said, almost as an afterthought.
"Hi Father…" she said, sneering and evidently irritated. "I'll leave you two alone. Bye," Kira said irritably and snatched up her papers and stormed out of the Hall. Harry turned around to see who belonged to that voice, it sounded like… but no, it couldn't be… he couldn't be Kira's father if it was...
"Sirius?!" Harry said in surprise.
"No, I'm the Easter Bunny, Harry," Sirius chuckled. "It's great to see you again Harry." Harry had grabbed Sirius in a large bear hug." "Oomph! Nice grip." Sirius said as he grabbed the almost sixteen year old boy back, hugging tightly. Finally they let go of each other.
"It's great to see you Sirius." Harry said grinning.
"Yeah, well Kira doesn't think so… I hope Snape doesn't throw a tantrum at me for getting her upset by coming by."
"Why didn't you tell me that you had a daughter?" Harry asked him. Sirius shrugged.
"The girl hates my guts, she can't stand me and I have absolutely no clue as to why, she won't tell me a thing. I figure, fine, if you are going to act like you're six, then I will too. She doesn't mention me, I don't mention her, and she stays with Snape." Sirius scowled, he obviously wasn't pleased with the situation.
"Er… Sirius?" Harry asked lightly.
"Hmm?" he said, running his fingers through his hair, which was well groomed.
"I don't mean to butt in, but don't you think that you being a parent and all makes you need to be a bit more mature than a sixteen year old teenage girl?" Sirius scowled even harder now. "Or not…" Harry whispered, knowing the situation was helpless.
"I'm not going to force her to like me, besides, what's the use of having a father if he's on the run?" he shrugged. "Anyway, I'll be hiding out in the castle until the very end of August, so you'll be seeing me around, okay?" Sirius grinned his, 'I'm-Sirius-Black-and-I'm-still-cool' smile.
"Great!" Harry gave a broad smile at that.
"Anyway, I need to go speak to Dumbledore… don't you think you should be like, getting all comfy for bed, I mean, it is like ten o'clock." Sirius said, going to 'parental-mode'. Harry stuck out his tongue, and then yawned.
"Well, I suppose so… Good-night Sirius."
"Good-night Harry," he said, giving Harry another hug, much smaller this time.
As Harry walked out of the hall with his bag of school papers, he ran into Kira, who was about to head down to the dungeons. "Good-night Kira." He said.
"Screw off Potter," she scowled.
"Oh, so it's 'Potter' now?" Harry asked her.
"No shit Sherlock, I guess that proves one doesn't need a brain to speak, you're a medical miracle. Yes, it's 'Potter' you numskull, I decided I don't like you." She said snootily and she stomped down the stone stairs to the dungeons.
"Well somebody needs an attitude adjustment," he grumbled as he started to walk away, then he heard Kira yell back up to him.
"And you're realizing this only now? And make sure you are ready in the morning, around eleven, we'll leave then," she yelled, then he could hear her shoes clomping down the stairs, she was evidently running.
Harry went to his room that Dumbledore had given him so he wouldn't have to sleep in the huge Gryffindor Tower by himself, and fell soundly asleep fairly quickly.
Currently, I have chapters one through three-A written, and you will get more if I get some good reviews.