No Ordinary Morning

You went deeper into black, deeper into white
You see the stars shining like nails in the night
You felt the healing, healing hands of love
Like the stars, shining, shining from above
- U2

Sirius Black woke up the next morning, with his head throbbing and his body feeling like it had been placed in ice cold water. He ached all over, the pain so sharp that he could do nothing but roll around on his unmade bed. He understood now why the mayor had been so hesitant in allowing him to set up this council - being on the council was very dangerous because witch hunting was completely savage. With just one look of her chocolate brown eyes, she had made him feel the most unthinkable agony. Remembering that torment, he was filled with rage. He wanted to murder her, and he did not feel guilty for this desire.

Not only were these creatures vile and impure, wild and malicious - they were killers, wrong doers, demons. They committed unspeakable sins, disobeyed God and killed anyone who came in their path. Thousands of innocent civilians had been victims to their wrath and two of those thousands had been his parents. His mother and father were coming back from church, on the day of an eclipse and the witches attacked them, murdering them and ripping them away from a very young Sirius. He vowed to himself as he watched his parents' bodies get lowered to the ground, that he would hunt down all witches until he found the one that slaughtered his parents.

Sirius walked towards the kitchen in his very large house, fixing himself a big cup of tea. He hoped that it would ease his pain. The kettle whistled and he poured himself a cup, looking out into the garden and seeing blood tracks on the pavement. The truth was that Sirius hadn't captured her to kill her - he was going to torture her into telling him all her secrets, use her as means of getting to the hag that killed his parents. He did not feel any sympathy for them, nor did he feel horrible about the gruesome ideas forming in his mind. Why would he? Does not a criminal deserve death?

He jumped when he heard the shuffling of feet behind him. It was only five in the morning so he did not think that his best friend, James Potter would be up. He had also been a victim to the wrath of the witches, having had his parents killed. Together, him and Sirius had begun the council for the witch hunts - all vowing to free England of these demons.

James ran a hand through his black, ruffled hair, blinking to get the sleep out of his hazel eyes. He stretched, elongating his already tall body before settling down on one of the stools, opposite to Sirius on the counter. He nodded and mumbled, "Good morning."

Sirius was casually drinking his tear as he said, over his cups in a very low voice, "I caught one."

"Caught what?" James asked, placing his elbows on the counter and rubbing his face.

Sirius frowned, "Yes, James, what have we been trying to catch for three years?"

James' removed the hands from his face and immediately sat up, knocking over his cup of tea. Sirius sighed but chuckled nonetheless at James' shocked and impressed expression, "Are you serious?"

"Sirius Black, sir," Sirius joked.

"You know what I mean!" James said, getting up from him stool and walking around the counter. Sirius swiveled around on his stool until he was face to face with James, who asked, "But - how? You - you went to bed last night the same time I did! We were -"

"I was going to sleep but then I heard someone running," Sirius shrugged, "So I thought I'd better look and luckily, I landed with a witch in the basement."

James was impressed a second ago but now he smacked his forehead with irritation, "The basement, Sirius?"

"What's wrong with the basement?" Sirius asked, puzzled.

James sighed and grabbed hold of Sirius' elbow, pulling him up and marching towards the doors, "See, Sirius - If you had used your minute brain, you would have thought about how these witches have magical powers and these basements are quite easy to get out of!"

Sirius sighed, "I beat her to pulp, James. She wasn't even fit enough to string two words together."

"Even then!" James said, pushing the wooden door open with his shoulder, "We're going to take her to the wine cellar."

"Oh, so you would rather have her drunk?"

James burst out laughing, "No, what I mean is that we need to have her in a protected room which doesn't have an exit completely out to the open. If she attempts at escaping, she would have to run through the whole house - but being in the basement, it's quick and simple."

Sirius rolled his eyes at James' gleeful tone at being so clever and plunged his hand inside the pocket of his trousers and pulled out the large key. He plunged it into the hole, turning it until the lock clicked open. Together, they pulled open the massive doors and silently crept inside the basement.

She was sitting in a corner, in the same white dress, decorated with blood stains. She looked weak, with bloody lips and a bruised head. There were cuts on her arms, and a large gash on her ankle which had formed a pool of blood around her foot. Sirius did not feel any sympathy for her plight but James, who had a weaker heart, gasped a little.

"Sirius, what did you do to her?"

"All that she deserved," Sirius said coldly, staring at a point on her shoulder rather than her face.

"Sirius, you do realize that you have to keep her alive, if we're going to go through with what we've planned? But you've cut her up so much, she might just bleed to death!" James hissed. He didn't bother waiting for a reply, he simply walked forward and crouched down, so he could look her in the face better.

James was struck by her impossible beauty, just like Sirius had been. He wondered how Sirius had managed to cause harm to this girl, for James would have felt unbelievably guilty while doing so. "Uh, Ma'am? Would you mind fixing your wounds?"

She looked up at him, her chocolate brown eyes half lidded as she weakly coughed out in a hoarse voice, "Too … too weak …"

"What is it that you need to gain strength?" James asked, but before she could speak, Sirius cut in.

"James, look who's being dumb now," Sirius hissed. He walked forward and nudged the witch with his foot, "Get up."

She started crying, "I can't."

Sirius sighed. He could not get irritated with her, no matter how hard he tried because he knew that it was because of the damage that HE had caused, that she could not move. As much as he disliked doing this, he bent down and slipped her bruised arm around his neck, placing one arm below her knees and lifting her up roughly and carelessly. She sucked in a breath in pain, but Sirius had been pushed to his limits and was not going to be any nicer.

"Bring some water to the cellar," Sirius said to James, "And go fetch Remus. He would want to be here for this. I'll get her … fixed up," Sirius winced at the words, "For the interrogation."

James nodded and charged up the stairs and into the stables, before pulling out his horse and kicking out of the clearing and into the forest, rushing into town. Sirius sighed, and winced as he felt her head loll back onto his shoulder. It was cold, and he could feel the blood from her wound staining his white shirt. He quickly made his way into the house, before throwing open the doors to the cellar, which was deep within the ground. Sirius trudged down the stairs, to the small room where he had his wine collection. It was dark inside, as Sirius placed the witch in the corner of the room. She gasped with pain and he rolled his gray eyes. He ran up the stairs again and came down with some matches, a few candles and to the witch's delight, a jug of water and some bread.

He placed it before her carelessly, almost toppling over the jug. She grabbed at the food like a hungry animal and Sirius felt his disgust of her growing as he lit the candles in the room, flooding the darkness with light. He sighed and pulled out a stool from behind the shelves, sitting on it. He watched her wolf down the bread and gulp the water until some color returned to her pale and bloody face.

When she was done, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, in an almost meek and sheepish way. She glanced up at him with her gorgeous eyes and Sirius, yet again, felt himself crumpling with their indescribable power. "Thank you."

Sirius was about to reply but his words got lost on his tongue when he saw all the blood on her skin retreating back to their wounds - the wounds then sealed up, barely leaving a scar. He simply stared at her forehead, where a second ago had been a massive head injury. It made him weak, to see what great powers these creatures had, "Who are you?"

She raised her eyes to meet his face and said softly, "Iris."

Hey guys! So yes, this is yet another story of mine. I might actually have a chance to get this published since my literary agent sent it to this publishing house *fingers crossed VERY tightly* Any way, I hope you find the first chapter intriguing and if you can find any faults - ANY faults at all, do tell me so I can fix them.

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