In the Life of Skye Black
By NarnianAslan
Chapter One
Author's Note: Alright, well I was doing a bit of role-play on my forum… and I thought up my character… Skye Black… Well, as you may or may not know, Sirius is one of my all-time favorite characters. Obviously AU… so there are a bunch of things I changed.
I changed the fact that Sirius was ever on the run… he married his Hogwarts girlfriend and had Skye, so he couldn't go after Pettigrew. Though… PoA did happen… for the most part… Skye is 15, Gryffindor, Chaser on the Gryffindor Quidditch Team, and a Metamorphmagus… though her usual appearance is black hair and clear blue eyes… Skye and her parents live near the Weasley, Lovegood, Diggory, and Peterson Families. Fred and George are a year above Skye, and she's in Harry's year… this is OotP…
I made Fred and George sixteen, only a year older than Ron is in here… Skye's best friends are Ginny, Luna, Emily Peterson and Katie Bell, who I also changed to be a year younger. And Umbridge never got appointed High Inquisitor…I also added an end-of-year ball for all years fourth year and above. Well at any rate… this starts a few weeks before the end-of-year ball… and ends sometime at the end of summer.
Now the story. I decided to edit it, so this is a repost.
Your Authoress,
Pippa Johansen
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"So, Skye, are you ready for the ball?" Katie asked me, "It's in two weeks."
I spit out the pumpkins juice I was drinking. Ron got a face full of it. Fred and George burst out laughing. They then just stuffed their mouths again. We were having lunch.
"Hey! Watch it, Skye!" Ron said, as Hermione dried it up with a charm we learned.
"Two weeks? Why hasn't anyone told me about this?"
"Well, seeing as Emily and Robert can't shut up about it, and you do hang about with them sometimes, we figured you knew," Ginny said.
"Well I didn't. And I don't have a date. Danny and I broke up, remember?"
"I'm going with George," Katie said.
"About time," I said.
"Yeah, yeah." Katie glanced at George with a smile. I'd grown up around them. Katie, and all the Weasleys. We were all close… I grew up with Luna Lovegood too… even though she's a year younger than I am. Katie had liked George since she and I were ten, which was the twins first year.
"I'm going with Harry, just as friends. Because I dumped Michael. He cried when we beat his team in Quidditch last week."
I laughed, "Yeah, I remember that. But you always have fancied Harry. You've fancied him ever since you met him, five years ago."
"I. Do not. Fancy. Harry."
"Right, well let's see what you have to say about that under Veritaserum," I said simply.
"You wouldn't!" Ginny gasped. I smiled and pulled the vial out of my bag… I always kept a few potions handy. Ginny glared at me.
"Say it," I prompted.
"Fine. I fancy Harry Potter. Happy?"
"Very," I said with a smirk.
"Skye!" Neville Longbottom called me from next to Harry.
"Yeah, Neville?" I asked.
"Could you give this to Luna? Because I know you two are friends, and it wouldn't seem strange for you to give her a note. Please?"
"Yeah, sure, Neville. Just try not to fit an entire paragraph into one breath unless you've got Oxygen Gum."
Neville smiled and handed me the note. Neville's a really nice guy. Like a brother, which is how I think of Harry. You see, my dad is Sirius Black, who's Harry's godfather, and he's got something like partial custody of Harry. So Harry lives with us, except for the first month of summer, and we're like regular siblings. Mum says it's because she was best friends with Harry's mum and Dad was best mates with Harry's dad.
"Hey, Skye?" Fred was calling me now.
"Yeah?"
"Well, for some bizarre reason, my git of a twin can get a date, but I can't. And you don't have a date. So I'm not asking you out or anything, but…"
"Yeah, Fred, I'll go to the ball with you as friends."
"Thank you, milady"
"It's my pleasure, milord."
"Milady, I believe you have a letter to deliver to the maiden Luna."
"I do believe you are right, milord. I shall return in due time."
"Farewell, milady. Until we meet again." Fred did a mock bow… or as much as a mock bow he could do across a table. I did a mock curtsey in return. Then I laughed and walked over to the Ravenclaw table. I sat down next to Luna, who was thoroughly absorbed in the newest issue of The Quibbler. I concentrated to turn my hair the exact color, length, and style of Luna's and turn my eyes the same as hers as well. I even changed my nose, mouth, and eyebrows to match hers.
I tapped Luna on the shoulder. She turned to face me.
"Are you a Quizzlekackle?" She asked, obviously serious. I knew that a Quizzlekackle was something that shapeshifted into the exact same appearance as the person they were communicating with. Yes, I read the Quibbler.
I slowly and solemnly nodded my head.
"Are you Flicora?"
I nodded my head again. I did this a lot. I was always Flicora the Quizzlekackle. And Luna still had no idea.
"Where's Sven? Is he coming?"
I shook my head.
"Oh well, he's a very nice Snorkack. Have you seen Ginny Weasley? She's this redheaded girl with brown eyes, and freckles… she has three brothers in this school, Ronald, Fred, and George."
I shook my head again.
"Oh well. I have to get back to reading. It's been nice talking with you again," Luna said, as she turned back to the magazine. Once she was thoroughly absorbed again, I moved to the other side of her, changed my hair back to elbow-length black and my face back to normal, with my eyes back to their sky blue, instead of Luna's misty grey.
"Hey, Luna!" I said. Luna looked at me.
"Hello, Skye. I just had the most intriguing conversation with a Quizzlekackle. It was Flicora again."
"Really? That sounds brilliant."
"It was. What's that?" Luna asked, pointing to the note.
"A note. From Neville," I said smugly, searching for any sign of recognition on Luna's face. To my delight, her eyes glowed.
"Is it for me?"
"Yep."
"Thank you," She said as I handed it to her. I read over her shoulder.
Luna-
I've never done this before… not once… but I really want to ask you this. Will you go to the ball with me? Just tell Skye your answer and ask her to tell me.
-Neville
"Tell Neville yes," Luna told me.
"Right-oh!" I said, putting my index finger in the air like I was being sent on a mission. I let out a small laugh and walked back to the Gryffindor table. Then I burst into uncontrollable laughter.
Neville looked at me, worriedly.
"No," I gasped out, "Luna. Yes. Flicora. Joke. Fell for it. AGAIN!"
"She means that Luna said yes," Katie deciphered.
"And that she transfigured herself to look like Luna, so Luna thought she was some strange creature," Ron said, between mouthfuls of food. I nodded and dug in to my own food, Fred, George, and Katie followed suit.
"You five are absolutely disgusting!" Hermione exclaimed.
"Fank oo," I replied, my mouth stuffed with food. Hermione looked to Harry.
"She said 'thank you'."
"That is disgusting!"
"Oo've aide yer pint, Ferliony." Fred also had his mouth full. Harry sighed and translated.
"He said 'you've made your point, Hermione.'"
Hermione sighed angrily and turned to talk to Emily Peterson.
"Prolly about spew," Ron said, for once, he didn't have food in his mouth. Hermione turned around and glared.
"It's not spew," she started angrily.
"Yeah, yeah, it's S.P.E.W. I get it."
Hermione glared at him and then turned to Emily again. I burst out laughing.
"She's gonna kill you, Ron," I said.
"She can't. She's too absorbed in being a prefect to break the rules."
"Too true!" Katie said.
We all burst out in laughter, including the twins, though we weren't sure why.
"Hey! Harry!" I heard Angelina call from the other end of the table.
"Yeah?" Harry asked.
"Quidditch practice tonight at seven. Pass it on to the laugh pack."
"Thanks, Angelina," Harry said, and then he turned to us. "Hey, we have Quidditch practice tonight at seven."
"WHAT?!" we all exclaimed at the same time.
"But that's only a half hour after dinner starts!" Katie complained.
"We're not even a quarter of the way done by then!" I cried.
"We're kids, not adults," George started.
"We need our nutrition!" Fred finished.
"How could Angelina do this?" Ron whined.
Harry laughed. "We're too far behind on practice as is. We need to practice."
"But not at dinner!" Ron complained.
"Take it up with Angelina," Harry said.
Fred and I stood up. Katie and George followed suit. Ron was still shoveling food into his mouth.
"Angelina!" Katie started.
"Why in the name of Merlin did you schedule Quidditch practice at seven?" I demanded.
"That's half an hour after dinner starts," Fred clarified.
"It's not even a quarter of the way done by then!" George finished.
"We're too far behind as is. Ron needs practice time if we're going to beat Hufflepuff in the final match," Angelina said.
"But not at our expense," Fred said.
"Too bad." Angelina turned back to Alicia Spinnett, another seventh year, who used to play chaser, but resigned at the end of my second year. When we got back to school, I got appointed to the team.
"No use arguing," Katie said with a sigh. We stared at her.
"Katie? Did you just say that there's no use arguing?" George asked.
"Yeah."
"Are you feeling alright?" Fred asked.
"Yeah."
"It's a sign of the Apocalypse!" I exclaimed. Katie pushed me in play. We began to walk back to our seats.
"Shut up. I meant that there's no use arguing and getting ourselves suspended from the team."
"But still," I started.
"Yeah, it's very un-Katie-like," George said as we sat down.
"You would know," Ron said.
"What was that?" George asked rather loudly, "Who do you fancy?"
"Shut up, George," Ron mumbled, his ears and face redder than his hair.
"Oh, who? Her-"
Ron slapped his hand against George's mouth.
"Ron, take your hand off of his mouth," Katie sighed.
"Easy enough for you to say, you don't have to worry about anyone spilling who you like. You're dating him!" Ron said viciously, not moving his hand.
"Ron, just move your hand off of your brother's mouth. Or I'll say who you like," I said.
"So? I have two hands."
"RON LIKES HER-"
Ron now had slapped his other hand against my mouth. I looked pleadingly at Fred and Ginny.
"Ron, I'll say who you like, then. You don't have three hands," Fred said.
"They have to swear they won't do this again."
"How can they? You've got your hands on their mouths. Speaking of which…"
I licked Ron's hand. It was really the only way. Ron gasped and pulled his hand off of my mouth, wiping it on his robes.
"Still not letting George talk. He will do this again."
"You're gonna have to," Ginny said. "What are you doing, Skye?"
I had just summoned my mouthwash.
"Cleaning my mouth. Ron's hand is filthy." I poured some mouthwash into my mouth and began swishing it around.
"Why'd you lick it then?" Ron asked. I magically cleared the mouthwash from my mouth.
"To get it off of my mouth."
"It wouldn't have been on your mouth if you knew when to shut up!"
"Ronald Bilius Weasley, I can tell everyone who you had your first crush on!" I warned dangerously.
"Skylar Lily Black, I can tell everyone who you've had a crush on since we were five," Ron countered, in an, if possible, more dangerous tone.
"That's low even for you," I growled.
"You doubt me?"
"No."
"Then it's settled then. You don't say anything and I won't say anything. Deal?" Ron asked.
"Deal."
"Spit swear?"
"Spit swear." We each spit in our hands and shook.
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After we were done Quidditch practice, Angelina and Harry went back to the common room. Ron, Fred, George, Katie, and I went to the Kitchens and ate. I talked with Dobby a bit, and then we went upstairs. Katie and I went to our dorm. Everyone else was asleep.
"How does Ron know who you fancy?" Katie asked me.
"I don't know. Unless… That little prat!"
"What'd he do?"
"He read my diary!"
"What?" Katie exclaimed.
"Well I had it out on my bed. The day before we all went to Diagon Alley. I mean, it was locked, but I didn't think to redo the charm. So he must have used Alohamora. We were leaving from my house, remember? You, Emily, Ginny, Ron, and the twins had spent the night."
"I still don't see how he could have done it. Maybe it was an empty threat?"
"It can't have been. 'Who I've had a crush on since we were five.' He knows," I said.
"Maybe you told him when we were five. And he just figures you still fancy-"
"Shh! Do not say it."
"Merlin, Skye. You fancy Fred. Deal with it."
I sighed. "Well it fits, doesn't it? I mean, when I had my diary out, Ron went in my room for the Quidditch stuff. And then the rest of the day he was out of it. I mean, Katie, wouldn't you be out of it if you just found out that one of your best friends fancies your brother?"
"Yeah, I'd be pretty out of it. Especially considering Ryan's five years older than us. But I get your point."
"So, he knows. But he doesn't know we know how he knows. You know?"
"Uhh…"
"Ron knows I fancy Fred. But he doesn't know that we know how he found out. He must've locked it again, magically," I explained.
"But wouldn't his magic be detected? The ministry keeps tabs on that rot."
"Yeah, but not when they're in the company of a wizard who's of age. Then they assume it was the graduated wizard. Especially since my mum has almost the same exact wand as Ron. Same wood. Same core. Not even an eighth of an inch longer."
"Well I suppose it might be possible. Maybe do the trespass check charm on your diary lock? Just to make sure," Katie added.
"Couldn't hurt."
I grabbed my diary and my wand. I preformed the charm necessary.
"How do we know if the charm worked?" Katie asked.
"It'll glow. Green if it's not tampered with, and red if someone's used any charm to open it."
"How long does it take?"
"About a minute. So it should be ready in about 3-2-1." I looked at the lock. Red. "That bloody bastard! Merlin I hate him!" I grabbed the diary, stood up and ran downstairs. Katie followed.
"Skye, come on!" she tried to talk some sense into me.
"No! If he's read that, who's to know what else he's read?"
"But who's to know who read it."
"I've had it undetectable. Hidden. That was the only time it was possible for that to happen! And the only one in my room all day was RON!"
The boy in question jumped nearly a foot in the air. He was the only one in the whole common room. Just to be sure, I used a charm that made us silent to anyone but each other and Katie.
"I'm beyond pissed right now. Wanna know why?"
"N-no. N-not particularly."
"Well you should. This diary look familiar to you?"
"Skye you have to understand…" Ron tried feebly to defend himself.
"Understand what, Ron?"
"I was curious. I mean, and then- and- and- I'm sorry."
"And then what?"
"Temptation. I mean, you girls are always so secretive about your diaries."
"For a reason!" I yelled. "You're the world's biggest git, Ron! I know why you read it. You thought that I wrote something about Hermione fancying you."
"Maybe," Ron mumbled.
"You tell ANYONE who I like, you're SO dead."
"Alright. But does Hermione fancy me?"
"WHY didn't you just ask me in the first place?"
"The great Ron Weasley was embarrassed!" Katie said.
"You didn't think I knew you fancied her? You're a moron, Ron."
"How do you mean?" Ron asked, confused.
"The whole bloody school knows you fancy her. With the exception of Hermione."
"Well then don't tell her!"
"Only if you don't tell Fred I fancy him."
"Deal."
"Spit swear?"
"Spit swear."
We spit swore for the second time that day. Then Katie and I went to bed, talking about what sort of gowns we were going to wear to the ball.
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Author's Note: Wow! I'm fairly sure that is one of the longest chapter's I've written yet! Working on the outline for the sequel… lol… I'm not doing an outline for this… but this will probably be longer than my other fanfics, but still short-ish. Oh well… this is long enough as is. 11 pages on MS Word.
Edit Note: Okay, well I edited. Yay! Probably still grammatical and spelling errors. Oh well.
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