Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or the marauders, or jk rowling or
any of her works. She is an amazing author tho. Warner brothers, rowling,
scholastic and etc all own harry potter. Not me. Unfortunately.
The Man From the Past
She untied the letter from the owl's foot and opened it. It read:
"Dear Sophie Baker, You remember Sirius, am I correct? You two were friends back in school? Anyways, to get to the point, Sirius was murdered a few hours ago. By... Lord Voldemort. Forgive me for the short letter. I am terribly sorry. But I just thought that you ought to know. I will write more about it later.
My deepest regrets,
Remus Lupin"
"Oh, my goodness..." Sophie flopped down onto her bed, tears beginning to stream at her eyes. After all these years... Sirius was... dead...
"Mommy," a little boy about 8 years old with red hair and freckles walked into the room and saw his mother sobbing into her pillows. "what's wrong?" the little boy asked.
"Nothing." Sophie sniffed. "I'm fine. Run along and play."
"Maggie, come here! Something's wrong with mommy!" the little boy chorused and his sister, a girl of about 12, also with freckles but with jet black hair, came running into the room.
"Andrew! I told you I'm fine!" Sophie sniffed again.
"Mommy what's wrong? What happened?" Maggie sat down on the bed and hugged her mother.
"Just... a very good friend of mine was recently... murdered." On the word 'murdered' Sophie let out another long sob.
"Well, daddy should be home in a few hours. You'll be able to talk to him about it." Maggie patted her mother's shoulder.
"No! I mean... no I can't talk to him about it. You see, this friend of mine, was accused of something he never did... its hard to explain. Your father never liked him very much..." Sophie whispered.
"Who's your friend." Andrew climbed into Sophie's lap.
"His name..." Sophie started, "was Sirius Black."
Both children gasped. "But wasn't he the one who killed that Pettigrew man?" asked Andrew.
"And he escaped from Azkaban prison?" Maggie asked. Both children stared wide eyed at their mother.
"No dears, he was an innocent man, accused of a crime he never committed. Let me tell you the story." Sophie thought back. Far back, to her first day at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
The Man From the Past
She untied the letter from the owl's foot and opened it. It read:
"Dear Sophie Baker, You remember Sirius, am I correct? You two were friends back in school? Anyways, to get to the point, Sirius was murdered a few hours ago. By... Lord Voldemort. Forgive me for the short letter. I am terribly sorry. But I just thought that you ought to know. I will write more about it later.
My deepest regrets,
Remus Lupin"
"Oh, my goodness..." Sophie flopped down onto her bed, tears beginning to stream at her eyes. After all these years... Sirius was... dead...
"Mommy," a little boy about 8 years old with red hair and freckles walked into the room and saw his mother sobbing into her pillows. "what's wrong?" the little boy asked.
"Nothing." Sophie sniffed. "I'm fine. Run along and play."
"Maggie, come here! Something's wrong with mommy!" the little boy chorused and his sister, a girl of about 12, also with freckles but with jet black hair, came running into the room.
"Andrew! I told you I'm fine!" Sophie sniffed again.
"Mommy what's wrong? What happened?" Maggie sat down on the bed and hugged her mother.
"Just... a very good friend of mine was recently... murdered." On the word 'murdered' Sophie let out another long sob.
"Well, daddy should be home in a few hours. You'll be able to talk to him about it." Maggie patted her mother's shoulder.
"No! I mean... no I can't talk to him about it. You see, this friend of mine, was accused of something he never did... its hard to explain. Your father never liked him very much..." Sophie whispered.
"Who's your friend." Andrew climbed into Sophie's lap.
"His name..." Sophie started, "was Sirius Black."
Both children gasped. "But wasn't he the one who killed that Pettigrew man?" asked Andrew.
"And he escaped from Azkaban prison?" Maggie asked. Both children stared wide eyed at their mother.
"No dears, he was an innocent man, accused of a crime he never committed. Let me tell you the story." Sophie thought back. Far back, to her first day at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.