Disclaimer: I own nothing of the Harry Potter Fandom, I just mess with Rowling's characters!
(A/N: Thanks for coming back!
Bloody Midnight~ It was your review that made me get my butt back into action on this story, so thank you for reminding me that I have things that I want to work on this summer!
FaithfulHPReader~ Thanks for reviewing! I'm glad you like my Sirius. I like him too! ^_^
And to my dear anonymous reviewer 'Unaccounted'~ Thank you for reviewing my story. I like to think of my characters as my children, and I'm glad I wrote on that is close to you. It made me very happy to read you review!
Enjoy!)
Chapter Four
True thoughts
September 24th, 1976
After Mita had questioned my ability as a writer I had to prove her wrong. I spent an entire four hours in my nook looking out the blurry window. It was still raining. I was thinking about how alone I was and how quiet it was. James, Remus, Peter and Frank had all decided to go for a trip to the kitchens for snacks, and had not returned yet.
I inhaled deeply and cringed at the unpleasant smell of dirty laundry and…was that Remus's after-shave? I shudder at the combination. Yeah, so what if I'm not much better of keeping my stuff nice and organized like Moony does, but at least I get my clothes washed frequently.
That was when inspiration hit me. What if everyone just… disappeared? I began to write furiously and managed to finish it and climb over my headboard and into bed about five minutes before the rest of the boys got back. I can't wait to see how tomorrow goes!
September 25th, 1976
Today seemed to drag as I was waiting for Potions to finish so I could meet up with Mita to show her my poem. Finally it was lunch and I grabbed my bag and scrabbled to my tree, ignoring the strange looks and questions by my friends. I ran up out of the dungeons and to my tree and… she wasn't there.
"Great," I said to myself, "just perfect. I have something to show her and she isn't even here." I slumped against the tree and let my bag drop with me right beside it. It only then occurred to me that the ground was dry. I looked around knowing that she wasn't one to leave a drying spell unattended. I didn't see her. All of the sudden a voice floated down to my ears.
"Who exactly are you looking for?" It said. I looked up and there, sitting in the tree, was Mita with her pouch, brushes and a new canvas.
"You, actually." I stated. "And might I ask what you are doing in the tree?"
"Yes, you may ask."
"Well then, what are you doing in the tree?"
"Painting a new picture."
"Of what?"
"Oh, I don't know. Probably something random about autumn."
"No rain this time?" I questioned.
"Nope. But there is a bit of fruit." She replied. "Now might I ask why you were running like a maniac?"
"I wanted to prove to you that I can write poetry. You seemed skeptical yesterday." I said thrusting this journal up towards her, open to the page of the poem. She raised an eyebrow and accepted it. I watched her face transform as she read my poem.
"It's about if all of the humans were to suddenly leave earth." I explained. My explanation was acknowledged by the tiniest of nods.
The World Is Quiet Here
By Sirius Black
The humans are gone,
Gone with the axes and maces.
The humans are gone,
We come back to the wild places.
In Central Park, there are bears,
The humans are gone.
Tigers and minx can live without worries or cares,
The humans are gone at last.
It has been 5 years since they died,
The world is quiet here.
There were no tears that the animals cried,
The world is quiet here.
Those that survived left on a silver ark,
The world is quiet here.
Though they are gone they have left their mark,
The world is quiet here once more.
Stone buildings begin to disintegrate,
The animals have come back.
No more humans to populate
The animals have come back.
The world has begun to change,
The animals have come back.
The world is so quiet now, it is strange,
As the animals come back
When the humans have gone,
At last.
"Well... What do you think?!" I asked her quietly.
"It's… very nice. It sounds so peaceful. I would love to love there." She replied dreamily. She shook her head a bit, as if to clear these thoughts from her head. She grinned at me and then slid down the tree so she was on the ground.
"So do want to learn how to paint a bit today?" she asked sitting Indian-style upon the ground.
"I'd love to" I replied sitting down next to her. I was soon handed a brush and her hand showed me how to correctly grasp it. She then covered my hand with her own and dipped the tip into the paints that she had on a palette.
We spent the entire lunch time and halfway through the next period finishing her painting. As she sat with me, we began talking of random things, like our favorite music, foods (her favorite food, by the way, is Chili), and our favorite movies.
I had seen a bunch of muggle films at James' since his Father finds them fascinating. So far "The Wizard of OZ" is my favorite. I like the part where the wicked witch melts. Just sitting there with her was quite a lovely way to spend another rainy afternoon.
(A/N: Hey guys! Thanks for putting up with me! I'm on summer break now {actually I've been on break for some time now} but I've been lazing around. Give me a break! I finished high school… I'm allowed to laze a bit! Thanks to the community that adopted my story! I feel so loved!)