The second chapter- yay! Yes, I know- that last one had quite a few cliffhangers, but it ade it interesting. This ones a tad bit shorter..Sorry! POV ( Point ov View ): Sirius Hope you enjoy this chapter! dont forget to review!
I dont own Harry Potter - but I do own Atalee
I walked around my house, not paying much attention to the dirtiness. Sadly, I was used to it. Even though most of my years I had stayed at my friends, James, house – or in a not-so-cozy cell in Azkaban. This is where I was raised before I started going to Hogwarts, where I got into my group with James, Remus – and the backstabbing Peter. I sighed aloud, and continued walking around, lazily kicking aside things instead of walking around them. 'I really need some company,' I thought to myself, but I knew better. I couldn't leave this place – no matter how desperately I wanted to. Dumbledore told me to stay here for my own protection, and I couldn't help but agree. The Ministry was after me, and didn't want to be thrown back into Azkaban – that was somewhere I definitely didn't want to return to – even more so than this old place. Again, I sighed, and found myself in the kitchen. 'Harry's at Hogwarts…Remus is who knows where… and I'm stuck here – in this piece-of-crap* house….I feel so important and loved,' I thought darkly, but I was glad that Harry was able to be at Hogwarts. It was his turn to be there, and he deserved to be there – but it was dangerous. With the Dark Mark appearing like that…something was up – and it wasn't good. The Dark Mark didn't just appear out of no where like that – the Death Eaters where up to something – and they were going to be taken down, one way or another. The Ministry needed to stop focusing on me, and focus on the Death Eaters, and the Dark Mark. I rummaged in the cupboards, but didn't find much. 'Great-low on food,' I thought darkly,' Now what? Starve?' I slammed the doors shut, and ran my fingers through my hair. I went back up, and went upstairs, back to my dark room. I flopped down on my bed, and smiled, remembering when I'd do that when I was younger. My hair obstructed my vision, and I could help but laugh aloud. Slowly, I sat up, and crossed the room, and took out a book. Lily had filled it with pictures, and then given to me to keep. I missed Lily and James very much – and I was even more determined to keep Harry safe. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I opened the cover, and began looking at the moving pictures; Lily and James; James, Lily, and Harry as a baby; Lily and James' wedding; and then it began to go back to our Hogwarts years. I saw the whole group – me, James, Remus, and Peter. I spat at the thought of him, being so close to us, and then stabbing us in the back like that. Turning through the pictures, I stopped at one, trying to remember who I was with. Racking my brain, I tried putting a name with the smiling face. She was beautiful – no doubt – and we were playing around, acting like idiots. Sadly, I sighed, not remembering who she was – so I closed the book and tossed it softly aside, and laid down. My eyes closed, and I was about to fall asleep, but then I heard one of the spells flicker slightly – alerting me that someone was trying to enter. Someone who knew that this place existed – and not many did. I got up, and went down the stairs, and looked out one of the windows. The sun was starting to come up – I looked at the clock: 5:40 am. 'Of course,' I thought, 'I stayed up all night again…oh well.' Then with a second look, I noticed the figure, lying on the sidewalk. With a better look, I saw that it was a female. 'A female who knew that this place existed?' I questioned myself,' that's odd.' I debated for a minute whether or not I should go out there and help her – knowing that if she recognized who I was, she'd probably inform the Ministry that I was here. 'Curse it all to heck*' I thought, as I unlatched the front door, and peered around outside. I didn't see any other person in site, so I quickly ran out the couple feet from the door, to the woman who was on the sidewalk. As I picked her up, I noticed her tattered and ripped clothing, and began wondering who she was, but shook my head, and quickly took her inside. Closing the door with my foot, I locked the door with my free hand, and then carried her up to one of the bedrooms. I laid her down on the moth-eaten bedspreads, and looked at her again. Not only were her cloths tattered and torn, they were practically frozen – almost as though she had been in water recently- but in mid winter? 'Who'd be crazy enough to get soaking wet in mid winter in tattered clothing?' I thought, and then my eyes moved to her face, which was covered by her hair. 'There's something about her…I think I know her from somewhere…' I thought. Slowly, incase she woke up, I reached towards her face, and brushed aside the hair that covered her face. I gasped and took a couple steps back. 'It's the girl from the picture!' I thought wildly, my mind showing the picture of the girl who I'd acted like an idiot with. 'Why is she here though? And why is she in such bad shape?' I thought, looking at her clothing again. Quickly, I ran to the next room, and got more blankets. Then I ran back to the room, and covered her up, trying to keep her warm. Once I was assured she'd be warm, I quickly ran back to my room, and snatched the photo book, flipping quickly through the pages, and soon I was at the picture of me and that girl. I turned the page and found another picture – but this one was of her and James; I looked at the next picture, and it had her and Remus, but they looked a little hesitant about being that close, but soon I appeared, and she instantly brightened. I continued through the pictures, and came upon the last picture that had her in it – and she was practically clinging to me, and she was crying. 'Why is she crying?' I thought, trying now more desperately then ever to remember who this girl was. Then it all clicked, as I took another look at the picture of her and Remus. 'Atalee.'
