A/N: I was intending to work on my other stories, but I have a major
writer's block with them both and I wanted to write about one of my OCs, so
I ended up with this. So far I'm pleased with it. Well it needs a better
title so if you have any suggestions, please leave a review and tell me. I
hope you enjoy this as much as I'm enjoying writing it. If you have any
ideas for later on in this story or either of my other one's let me know
and I'll keep them in mind and give you credit for them if I use them. Love
y'all!
Bishounen= pretty boy
Oh, by the way. I make fun of flames so if you have any criticism, keep it constructive. I don't mind that.
Disclaimer: Diablo and his little brother, Tadhg, are mine. They're my babies and I love them to pieces. Everything else is J. K. Rowling's.
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"Headmaster, I understand the position this will place you in, but I must do this. It's the best way to assure James, Lily, and Harry their safety. I have to do this for them. You understand, don't you?" Sirius Black stood in front of the large desk, pleading the headmaster with his eyes. He had just been made the secret keeper for his best friend and he knew Voldemort would be looking for him shortly. He knew that if he went to the future, Voldemort would never be able to find him and they would be safe. He'd never be able to find them.
"Yes, Mr. Black I understand very well. I agree with your reasoning and feel that this is a very good solution you have come up with. I will support you in this, but if I am ever questioned about it I will deny everything. Is that understood?" Dumbledore smiled, his eyes twinkling. These children were very much like he imagined his own children to be like, the ones he had never had.
"Thank you sir. Will you give this to James for me? I haven't told him that I'm leaving. It. It would be too hard to say good bye to them all. I don't think I would be able to do this if I tried to say good bye in person," he handed the man an envelope containing letters to each of his friends and his godson. He impulsively gave the old wizard a hug before running out of the office. Dumbledore smiled after him, pride showing through his eyes that were beginning to show signs of wetness. He would miss Black and his loud ways, but they would meet again in twenty years. Hopefully by that time, Voldemort would have been defeated.
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A black haired teen walked up to the impressive archway of Hogwart's main entrance, nervously. He knew the Headmaster would remember him, that is, if the Headmaster had survived the war. Sirius Black hoped that he had. Albus Dumbledore had been the greatest headmaster that the school had ever seen. He walked quietly up to the statue of the Gargoyle that hid the doorway to the headmaster's offices. Sirius murmured the password that had been decided upon in his memory earlier that day and in Dumbledore's mind twenty years ago. He smiled when the statue leapt to the side revealing a circular staircase. He was pleased, it meant that Dumbledore had indeed survived the war. He had learned earlier that Voldemort had been defeated a few years before by his godson and his friends. Sirius had decided to retake his seventh year at Hogwart's and become friends with his godson. They were about the same age now. Sirius was twenty, but he had changed his appearance to look seventeen again, the same age that Harry was now. He knocked on the large doors to the headmaster's inner office, walking in when he heard the "enter" from within. He smiled at Dumbledore who smiled in return and motioned for him to sit. He took the offered seat, grinning. "The years have been kind to you. It doesn't look like you've aged a bit."
"Why thank you, Mr. Black. They seem to have been kind to you as well. You look younger now than you did when I last saw you."
"I wanted to retake my seventh year. I want a chance to become friends with Harry, since I'm closer to his age now than I am to James and Lily's," Sirius shrugged. "That is alright isn't it?"
"Of course, that will be no problem. I apologize that I cannot place you in Gryffindor with Harry, but there simply is no room for you in there. I will be assigning you to Slytherin House. Now, don't try to argue it," Dumbledore held up his hand cutting off whatever Sirius had been about to say. "I realize you were at odds with that house, but it is the only one with room for you. You will be rooming with Blaize Zambini, Draco Malfoy, Tadhg and Diablo Shintani. I have already spoken to Mr. Shintani about the matter and I believe you two will get along well enough," Dumbledore paused as a tall effeminate boy walked into the room and stood by the side of the desk silently. "Shintani, I would like you to meet your new room mate Sirius Black," Dumbledore smiled as the newcomer nodded his head respectfully. "You've already been informed of his circumstances."
"Yes, sir." Sirius blinked at the boy. If he hadn't been told that this was his roommate, he would have assumed him to be a girl. As it was it was extremely hard to tell. He was very feminine and would have easily passed as a girl, albeit a flat chested girl. He had long white hair that when the light hit it, strands of copper could be seen sparkling. He wore sunglasses, so it was impossible to tell what colour eyes lay behind them.
"I trust you will show more regard for him than you have to your housemates," Dumbledore looked at him over the tops of his half moon spectacles, his eyes laughing joyfully. Every student, along with a few of the teachers envied the boy even if they were afraid of him. Dumbledore hoped that he would become friends with Sirius. Shintani had so few. He had his brother and Mr. Zambini and that was all. The headmaster assumed that if Sirius could handle one of his closest friends being a werewolf, then he could handle a friend without a drop of human blood in him.
"Yes, sir," he replied, voice low, accent deep, almost impossible to decipher if you didn't pay close attention.
"Very well. You may leave. And Diablo, do tell him about yourself," Dumbledore smiled again, that annoying twinkle back in his eyes. Yes, Sirius would be able to handle him, maybe even bridge the gap between the Gryffindors and Slytherins.
Diablo paused a moment, "Yes, sir." He closed the door softly behind him and the new student. "You may call me Diablo. This way," he glided off down the stairs towards the dungeons, Sirius following behind with his things. "Blaize is alright, if a bit. how you say, hyper or crazy. Draco will not be to your liking. He makes himself an enemy to your godson. He is arrogant, but reliable," he spoke slowly, making his words easier for Sirius to understand. He murmured the password as he lightly pressed on one of the stones in the wall near a torch. The stones faded away revealing the entrance to the dimly lit Slytherin common room.
The spacious room was warmer that Sirius had anticipated. He had expected it to be dreary and cold, not warm, cozy and inviting. He looked around taking in his new surroundings as he followed Diablo towards his room, the thick tapestries hanging on the wall, keeping the cold out, the overstuffed furniture, the blazing fire giving a cheerful glow to the room along with added warmth. He pretended not to notice the looks that the Slytherins gave him as they passed. None were the looks of hatred that he had expected, they were simply interested and the occasional look of jealousy from some of the guys as they caught their girlfriends or crushes watching him. He noticed they avoided Diablo and wondered why. He'd have to ask him about that later. Maybe it had something to do with what Dumbledore had said earlier, something about him not getting along with the other Slytherins. He thanked Diablo who had helped him unpack and get settled into his room. They had a little time before dinner and he was curious about the boy. There was obviously something different about him, Dumbledore had alluded to it. They were alone for the time being so he decided to try learning more about his new room mate. Might as well, he was stuck with him for the school year.
"I noticed they tried to avoid looking at you. Why?" There really wasn't a polite way to phrase the question, but the gods knew that Sirius had tried. He didn't want to offend his roommate. He sat on the edge of his bed adjusting his tie, watching to boy.
"I make them nervous because I am not like them. I am known to them as the aristocratic bitch," the bishounen stood by the window, looking off towards the forest.
"How are you different? I don't see anything wrong with you. Yeah you're a little quiet, but other than that you seem okay."
"They do not even know why I am different. They just know that I am. You see, I am not human," the rich voice trailed off, fearing that he would no longer be accepted.
"Oh? What are you then?" his hands stilled as he looked up, eying the boy critically. He looked human enough to him.
"My father is a tenshi, my mother is a fire youkai and my grandfather is a demigod. I hope that is a sufficient answer. I am a mix of the three. And like you, I am older than I appear."
"Oh. uh what are a tenshi and a youkai?" he asked sheepishly. For all he knew a tenshi could be a fluffy pink humanoid bunny.
"An angel and a demon, and yes before you ask, I have the wings of both. Tadhg is my half brother by my mother and is in the year behind us. He is usually avoided as well. We do not give the impression that we wish for company and they in turn leave us be. usually," Diablo smiled, fangs becoming visible for the first time since they had been introduced. "We would rather not panic anyone. I am sure you understand."
Sirius grinned. "Yup, I understand. One of my best friends is a werewolf. Just because he's different, they think he can't be trusted. I think it's kinda cool though, actually. You're a different species, true, but you don't seem any less human than I am."
"Much appreciated. Are you ready to leave for dinner or do you need a few more minutes?" Diablo looked over his shoulder at the black haired boy who quickly finished fixing his tie and shot up, jogging over to his side.
"Nope. All set!" he grinned. Maybe Slytherins weren't all bad. He must have just focused on all the wrong ones when he was younger.
Bishounen= pretty boy
Oh, by the way. I make fun of flames so if you have any criticism, keep it constructive. I don't mind that.
Disclaimer: Diablo and his little brother, Tadhg, are mine. They're my babies and I love them to pieces. Everything else is J. K. Rowling's.
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"Headmaster, I understand the position this will place you in, but I must do this. It's the best way to assure James, Lily, and Harry their safety. I have to do this for them. You understand, don't you?" Sirius Black stood in front of the large desk, pleading the headmaster with his eyes. He had just been made the secret keeper for his best friend and he knew Voldemort would be looking for him shortly. He knew that if he went to the future, Voldemort would never be able to find him and they would be safe. He'd never be able to find them.
"Yes, Mr. Black I understand very well. I agree with your reasoning and feel that this is a very good solution you have come up with. I will support you in this, but if I am ever questioned about it I will deny everything. Is that understood?" Dumbledore smiled, his eyes twinkling. These children were very much like he imagined his own children to be like, the ones he had never had.
"Thank you sir. Will you give this to James for me? I haven't told him that I'm leaving. It. It would be too hard to say good bye to them all. I don't think I would be able to do this if I tried to say good bye in person," he handed the man an envelope containing letters to each of his friends and his godson. He impulsively gave the old wizard a hug before running out of the office. Dumbledore smiled after him, pride showing through his eyes that were beginning to show signs of wetness. He would miss Black and his loud ways, but they would meet again in twenty years. Hopefully by that time, Voldemort would have been defeated.
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A black haired teen walked up to the impressive archway of Hogwart's main entrance, nervously. He knew the Headmaster would remember him, that is, if the Headmaster had survived the war. Sirius Black hoped that he had. Albus Dumbledore had been the greatest headmaster that the school had ever seen. He walked quietly up to the statue of the Gargoyle that hid the doorway to the headmaster's offices. Sirius murmured the password that had been decided upon in his memory earlier that day and in Dumbledore's mind twenty years ago. He smiled when the statue leapt to the side revealing a circular staircase. He was pleased, it meant that Dumbledore had indeed survived the war. He had learned earlier that Voldemort had been defeated a few years before by his godson and his friends. Sirius had decided to retake his seventh year at Hogwart's and become friends with his godson. They were about the same age now. Sirius was twenty, but he had changed his appearance to look seventeen again, the same age that Harry was now. He knocked on the large doors to the headmaster's inner office, walking in when he heard the "enter" from within. He smiled at Dumbledore who smiled in return and motioned for him to sit. He took the offered seat, grinning. "The years have been kind to you. It doesn't look like you've aged a bit."
"Why thank you, Mr. Black. They seem to have been kind to you as well. You look younger now than you did when I last saw you."
"I wanted to retake my seventh year. I want a chance to become friends with Harry, since I'm closer to his age now than I am to James and Lily's," Sirius shrugged. "That is alright isn't it?"
"Of course, that will be no problem. I apologize that I cannot place you in Gryffindor with Harry, but there simply is no room for you in there. I will be assigning you to Slytherin House. Now, don't try to argue it," Dumbledore held up his hand cutting off whatever Sirius had been about to say. "I realize you were at odds with that house, but it is the only one with room for you. You will be rooming with Blaize Zambini, Draco Malfoy, Tadhg and Diablo Shintani. I have already spoken to Mr. Shintani about the matter and I believe you two will get along well enough," Dumbledore paused as a tall effeminate boy walked into the room and stood by the side of the desk silently. "Shintani, I would like you to meet your new room mate Sirius Black," Dumbledore smiled as the newcomer nodded his head respectfully. "You've already been informed of his circumstances."
"Yes, sir." Sirius blinked at the boy. If he hadn't been told that this was his roommate, he would have assumed him to be a girl. As it was it was extremely hard to tell. He was very feminine and would have easily passed as a girl, albeit a flat chested girl. He had long white hair that when the light hit it, strands of copper could be seen sparkling. He wore sunglasses, so it was impossible to tell what colour eyes lay behind them.
"I trust you will show more regard for him than you have to your housemates," Dumbledore looked at him over the tops of his half moon spectacles, his eyes laughing joyfully. Every student, along with a few of the teachers envied the boy even if they were afraid of him. Dumbledore hoped that he would become friends with Sirius. Shintani had so few. He had his brother and Mr. Zambini and that was all. The headmaster assumed that if Sirius could handle one of his closest friends being a werewolf, then he could handle a friend without a drop of human blood in him.
"Yes, sir," he replied, voice low, accent deep, almost impossible to decipher if you didn't pay close attention.
"Very well. You may leave. And Diablo, do tell him about yourself," Dumbledore smiled again, that annoying twinkle back in his eyes. Yes, Sirius would be able to handle him, maybe even bridge the gap between the Gryffindors and Slytherins.
Diablo paused a moment, "Yes, sir." He closed the door softly behind him and the new student. "You may call me Diablo. This way," he glided off down the stairs towards the dungeons, Sirius following behind with his things. "Blaize is alright, if a bit. how you say, hyper or crazy. Draco will not be to your liking. He makes himself an enemy to your godson. He is arrogant, but reliable," he spoke slowly, making his words easier for Sirius to understand. He murmured the password as he lightly pressed on one of the stones in the wall near a torch. The stones faded away revealing the entrance to the dimly lit Slytherin common room.
The spacious room was warmer that Sirius had anticipated. He had expected it to be dreary and cold, not warm, cozy and inviting. He looked around taking in his new surroundings as he followed Diablo towards his room, the thick tapestries hanging on the wall, keeping the cold out, the overstuffed furniture, the blazing fire giving a cheerful glow to the room along with added warmth. He pretended not to notice the looks that the Slytherins gave him as they passed. None were the looks of hatred that he had expected, they were simply interested and the occasional look of jealousy from some of the guys as they caught their girlfriends or crushes watching him. He noticed they avoided Diablo and wondered why. He'd have to ask him about that later. Maybe it had something to do with what Dumbledore had said earlier, something about him not getting along with the other Slytherins. He thanked Diablo who had helped him unpack and get settled into his room. They had a little time before dinner and he was curious about the boy. There was obviously something different about him, Dumbledore had alluded to it. They were alone for the time being so he decided to try learning more about his new room mate. Might as well, he was stuck with him for the school year.
"I noticed they tried to avoid looking at you. Why?" There really wasn't a polite way to phrase the question, but the gods knew that Sirius had tried. He didn't want to offend his roommate. He sat on the edge of his bed adjusting his tie, watching to boy.
"I make them nervous because I am not like them. I am known to them as the aristocratic bitch," the bishounen stood by the window, looking off towards the forest.
"How are you different? I don't see anything wrong with you. Yeah you're a little quiet, but other than that you seem okay."
"They do not even know why I am different. They just know that I am. You see, I am not human," the rich voice trailed off, fearing that he would no longer be accepted.
"Oh? What are you then?" his hands stilled as he looked up, eying the boy critically. He looked human enough to him.
"My father is a tenshi, my mother is a fire youkai and my grandfather is a demigod. I hope that is a sufficient answer. I am a mix of the three. And like you, I am older than I appear."
"Oh. uh what are a tenshi and a youkai?" he asked sheepishly. For all he knew a tenshi could be a fluffy pink humanoid bunny.
"An angel and a demon, and yes before you ask, I have the wings of both. Tadhg is my half brother by my mother and is in the year behind us. He is usually avoided as well. We do not give the impression that we wish for company and they in turn leave us be. usually," Diablo smiled, fangs becoming visible for the first time since they had been introduced. "We would rather not panic anyone. I am sure you understand."
Sirius grinned. "Yup, I understand. One of my best friends is a werewolf. Just because he's different, they think he can't be trusted. I think it's kinda cool though, actually. You're a different species, true, but you don't seem any less human than I am."
"Much appreciated. Are you ready to leave for dinner or do you need a few more minutes?" Diablo looked over his shoulder at the black haired boy who quickly finished fixing his tie and shot up, jogging over to his side.
"Nope. All set!" he grinned. Maybe Slytherins weren't all bad. He must have just focused on all the wrong ones when he was younger.