Chapter 1: Babysitting Sirius's sister
Disclaimer: Characters belongs to J.K Rowling except Amelia, Alisa, Morag & Lan
Written By: Lorea02
Amelia Fason's POV:
I, Amelia Fason, a girl age thirteen with waist length light brown hair and large wide turquoise eyes.
Some people said that I was a picture of innocence. I had a shy and quiet personality. I love to read books
and I mean any kind. Assorted Spell Books, Storybooks and Textbooks. I live in London in a small two storey
house just opposite St Wellington High. (I go there to take lessons during summer holidays)
I live with my mother. My father died in tragic car accident. Fortunately,
my mother was the sole survivor of the accident or I would be an orphan
right now. The memory of my poor father still brought tears to my eyes. I was
a sensitive one too. I cry easily.
Sirius Black:
Sirius glanced at his watch for the second time in the evening. It was
eight in the night. Still no Alisa or Amelia.
" Alisa? " he called out as he neared the basement stairs. Sirius was
supposed to baby sit his sister who was five. She was just the same as
him with black hair and mischievous blue eyes.
" Alisa? " he repeated, softly, as a ball of glowing white light appeared at
the top of his wand as he ascended down the creaky stairs.
"Booooo! " Alisa's voice rang out in the dark basement as she flung
herself onto Sirius's shoulders. He laughed and grabbed her hands before
she fell.
" Good one, Alisa! " he cried out with laughter. His sister giggled in the
childish voice of hers.
" Now's your turn to hide, " Alisa shouted happily but before he could
reply, the doorbell rang.
Saved by the doorbell, thank god! I just hope it
would be the babysitter he thought as he climbed the stairs, taking
two at a time, carrying Alisa on his back.
Amelia Fason's POV:
" Amy! " my mother's voice echoed down the hallway. I placed my
Standard book of Spells, Grade 3, on the glass coffee table.
" Amy, go and get yourself ready now, " my mother ordered. I nodded and
raced up the carpeted curvy staircase to get myself ready.
I threw on the new lavender blouse that Mum and I had chosen to match the
new black tights that I had bought. I wore my hair into a tight ponytail
that flowed down my shoulders freely and gracefully. My feet was
covered in my favorite white tennis shoes. I glanced at my reflection in
the three-foot length mirror.
There! This is a very decent outfit. I thought to myself, smiling broadly.
" Mum! " I called. " I'm ready as I ever will be! "
" Nice outfit, " Mum praised as a car horn interrupted her. " Okay, now I
want you to be good at the Blacks, okay? "
" Sure, " I nodded vigorously.
I hope I will. I told myself not too confident as Mum pushed me out the
door, grabbing her cloak and mine along with her as she quickly closed
the white front door.
" Get to know the Blacks son, okay? " Mum whispered to me and winked. I smiled
tightly as I put on my cloak.
Sirius Black
He opened the door...standing there was a girl about age thirteen. She had wide turquoise
eyes and long light brown hair which she wore into a ponytail.
" Hello, Amelia! " he said trying his best to be polite as possible. The girl then, started to stutter
and managed to say " Hi " back to him. As he took off her cloak, a strong whiff of her scent greeted
his nose. It smelt of lemon which made him dizzy and his eyes water but to him it smelt great. He knew
she was not like the other girls and most of all he felt attracted to her. After he introduced himself to her
he introduced his sister next.
Alisa seemes to like her a lot! Sirius told himself as he watched her play with Alisa's dolls with his sister.
Amelia Fason's POV:
I caught Sirius glancing at me several times but I ignored it, thinking that maybe he wanted to see whether I
could babysit his sister properly.
Well, I'll show him, I thought to myself.
( If only I knew, what the real reason that why Sirius kept sneaking looks at me like that. If only I
knew )
I rummaged around in my shoulder bag and pulled out three boxes of iced apple juice.
" Here, " I offered a box of juice to Sirius. He took it and started to act all weird as if he never
seen the box of apple juice before.
" What's this? " he asked me, confused.
" It's apple juice, " I answered with a note of amusement in my voice. Without warning, I burst out laughing.
" May I ask what's so funny? " he asked, staring at me.
" Well...you've never seen apple juice before, isn't it? " I managed through stifled laughter.
" Well-no, " he said, blushing with embarrasment. " Is it poison? " My eyes widened.
" No! " I exclaimed, bursting into more laughter.
"Oh, then is it nice? " he asked looking goofy.
" Oh, yes really nice, " I rolled my eyes slightly. He blushed even harder as he suddenly knew that he had
asked me a silly question. He took a big gulp of the juice and licked his lips.
" Nice, " he told me. " Very sweet."
" I knew you only tasted pumkin juice, am I right? " I asked. Now, it was that his eyes widened with suprise.
" You are a witch? " he asked me.
" Yes, DUH. "
" Oh, " that was the only mere reply I got from him.
"Here's yours, Lisa, " I cooed, gently at Alisa, who sat there amongst the dolls waiting expectantly for her own
box of juice.
"So... you've given her a nicname, huh? " he asked me.
"Yes! So? " I demanded as I handed the other box of juice to Alisa.
"N-no. It's nothing, " he stammered as he took another gulp of juice and wiped his chin with his sleeve