Thanks for reading so far. Yes both groups of Blacks are related. I hope you enjoy this chapter. By the way Ebbzz you get double chocolate cookies for reviewing. Enjoy. By the way this chapter is a bit slashy. It is homosexual slash, so if you don't like this then you shouldn't be reading this story.
Chapter 7:Getting a job
I walked into my bedroom and headed to sleep. The weird dream I had last night was still effecting me. This dream I had was similar to last nights. I was still in the green, earthy forest with the rest of the Marauders. The wolf was also there. It turned and ran again. Moony fell again as well, but this time was attacked by Alice. He was losing the battle. He couldn't fight her off. I was frozen on the spot. It seem as if it had been an eternity when Moony moved. His eyes were no longer amber. They had changed into a blood red. There was a bite mark on his neck. He walked towards me. I remained frozen when he rubbed his lips along my throat. This gesture from him would normally make me giddy and try to kiss him. At this moment it terrified me. He smiled and spoke to me.
"What is wrong my love, something scared you." His voice was no longer hoarse, it tinkled. His tawny hair was no long slashed with gray. It was thick and luxurious. I suddenly felt like my whole body was on fire. His mouth was clamped on my neck. He was draining blood out of me. He soon let go. His mouth was covered in blood. My blood. I screamed.
I was shook awake again. Like last night I told Sue and Charlie that I was fine and set them back to my room. These dreams were terrifying me. I went towards the window and opened it . It wasn't raining and the breeze was refreshing on my hot face. I heard a tapping from the window. I noticed a large black owl. It had a bundle attached to it's leg. I pulled the owl into the room, undid the package and allowed it to fly out. Several newspapers dropped onto the floor as well as a small piece of parchment. The pictures in the newspapers were moving. My face was on the cover of one of them. These were the Daily Prophets Billy promised to send me. I opened on of them, flicked through the quidditch results and was about to throw it into the bin, when I saw one of the letters readers sent in.
Dear Daily Prophet,
I was very concerned about Albus Dumbledore's appointment of the werewolf Remus Lupin as the Defence Against the Darks Arts professor. Why on earth would any one in their right mind hire a werewolf to teach children is beyond my comprehension. My son sent me me a letter yesterday telling me about it, how he was loose on the grounds the night before he resigned. Does Dumbledore not realise that Werewolves are dangerous and should not live near wizards. Please publish this letter in an attempt to teach Dumbledore some common sense.
Yours faithfully
Mrs N Malfoy
I starred at the letter. My eyes burned with tears. Remus resigned from the job he loved, the job that he had worked so hard for. This woman, I wasn't going to call her cousin as she didn't deserve it, was trying to hurt him. It is bad enough transforming and living in poverty without having to deal with prejudice from the wizarding population. It was probably a good thing that it was printed in a section near the back of the newspaper. Young people tended only to read the main stories, men tended only to read about quidditch and only women, who liked to gossip tended to read the letters. This letter would be forgotten and Remus would move on with his life. I desperately missed him. I missed his smile, his laugh, the way he would snuggle against me when he was scared. I wanted him here. I wanted to kiss him better, tell him everything would be fine. I wanted to make love to him for several hours, in the shower, in the bed, on the floor. It didn't matter where just as long as I was with him, making him scream with pleasure and purr with contentment. But we were thousands of miles apart and I didn't know if he still felt that way. I forgot about the letter, climbed into bed and smiled as I dreamt about the good times me and Remus and hoped that some day Moony and Padfoot would be reunited.
Charlie threw a muggle newspaper to me as I sat at the table eating my breakfast.
"Sirius, Sue and I think it is time you found a job. You need to pay for the food you have eaten and the rent, and how the hell did you get through five fish fries in two days?"
"I guess I was just hungry." He smiled and shrugged his shoulders. Sirius opened the newspaper and searched the job advertising section. "It's a shame there are no jobs for strippers."
"Of course there are no jobs for strippers. No one in Forks wants them. Now why don't you get a job in a supermarket. The local one wants someone to work on the checkout. Why don't you apply," Sue told me. I nodded, grabbed the phone and got the job.
"Right and this is where you will be working. By the way my name is Jessica Newton and if you have any problems just ask for me." She walked away. She looked exactly like the first woman who turned me away from her home. I shook that thought out of my head. I was busy scanning the goods in the basket. I soon had a real problem. I didn't understand English muggle money, how was I supposed to understand American muggle money. I called Jessica over. She seemed annoyed. She quickly dealt with the customer, shot me a glare and dragged me away from the checkout.
"What is your problem Black?"
"I don't understand the money."
"What! You don't understand the money." I nodded. She sent me off to stack the shelves.
I was sticky and covered in tomato soup when Jessica next saw me.
"Black, what are you doing covered in soup? How did you damage the cans?"
"I slipped as I was putting a cream of mushroom soup on the shelf, like I was told to do. I knocked over a lot of the cans and some of them opened."
"You have one more chance. If you mess this up, I will fire you." I nodded solemnly. She grabbed me again and took me towards the back of the supermarket.
I soon found myself in a giant chicken costume handing out flyers, selling Kentucky fried chicken. Great, what would James, Remus and Harry say if they saw me like this? I forced a smile as I handed a sweet kind looking woman a flyer. She smiled. She had brown hair and eyes. She grabbed a flyer from my hand. She had a badge on her shirt. It read Angela Weber. The rain was drizzling when I decided I wanted to hand out flyers without wearing the chicken costume. Jessica was not happy when she saw me outside handing the flyers, in a t-shirt and jeans. I argued with her telling her that the little kids were scared of the big chicken and that their parents were avoiding me. She of course, did not accept this argument and fired me on the spot. Great, not only did I not last longer than a day, I didn't bring home any money. Screw that job. Maybe, I should fill an obvious gap in the market. Sirius Black, Fork's first striper, that did have a good ring to it. Now how to convince Charlie and Sue to accept my new career choice.
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