Sorry for the long hiatus, but I have so many stories, plus outside life has been intruding and school will be starting at the start of August. Any who I still own nothing at all, and I'm using a transcript of the movie and it's a little different from the final product so bear with me :)
The next morning, Lupin invited Bonnie to oversee the third year Defense class. She arrived in his office through a diagram on the classroom wall "Professor" she Called and Lupin looked around and she waved her hand, which having taken the style of the diagram was now simple black lines with no dimensions.
"Bonnie?" He tilted his head and walked over to the frame, "Mornin'" she chirped and slowly slipped from the frame, instantly transforming from a simplistic sketch to a person as real looking as any. "How does that work exactly?" Remus asked curiously and Bonnie looked back at the frame.
"You know…" she thought, "I really have no clue, I've recently decided to going with the flow of things"
"Does it hurt?" Remus asked and Bonnie shrugged, "Not really, but you know that tingling feeling you get when you sit on your foot for too long?" Remus nodded, "It kind of feels like that." Remus nodded understandingly, "Has the paper come?" She asked and Remus handed her the rolled up Daily Prophet grimly.
Bonnie unrolled the paper and caught a glance at the front page. "Sirius Black Spotted." She shook her head and stared at the portrait of a madman on the primary page. She had wondered what he looked like and now she knew. "You don't think he would have the gall to show up here do you?" she asked carefully folding up the paper.
"if he does, the Dementors will be waiting for him." Remus said glumly. "Care for a biscuit?" he motioned to the china plate on the desk, "no thanks." She shook her head, "I haven't had much of an appetite for the past 71 years" Remus paused to process the statement then shrugged, "right then."
Bonnie leaned on the back of a wooden chair, "Professor, may I ask you something?" she queried and Remus took a bite from a biscuit, "only on the condition that you call me Remus." He agreed and Bonnie looked out the window, "What exactly is a dementor. I mean I've heard the word before but in America they were just a scary story parents told kids to get them to behave."
Remus was shocked, having never met a soul over the age of ten who hadn't ever heard of the dreaded creatures "Dementors are the guards of Azkaban, and the dementors kiss is the punishment given to the very worst of criminals."
"What does it do?"
Remus's eyes shifted uncomfortably, "it drains you, it sucks out and feeds on you until you're nothing but a hollow shell with no positive feelings or memories." Bonnie paled, it sounded like the sort of thing nightmares where made of. What type of person was this Black to have deserved such a barbaric and terrifying fate?
Bonnie felt the sudden urge to change the subject to anything else, the conversation had only gone on for three minutes and she already felt dread in her stomach. It was literally her childhood monster coming true, her mind flashed back to the year 1907.
Little Bonnie Milhouse, her hair long in brown ringlet curls that bounced with her as she hopped up and down on the bed dressed in her strached white night gown. "Mademoiselle Bonnie" Her French Nanny, Claire, scolded her as she entered the little girl's room carrying a pile of freshly cleaned white linens. "You were supposed to be asleep an hour ago." Bonnie ignored her and twirled in the air as Claire set aside the linen and sternly made for the bed. "Mademoiselle, Come you must go to sleep now." She pulled the duvet back with the sheets and grabbed the child's arm gently. "Bête Claire, I'm too awake to sleep now !" The child laughed as the woman pulled her down to the mattress and tried to tuck the child into the covers. But the brassy, mischievous child would have none of it and when ever Claire would tuck in one arm, she out stick out her leg, and if Claire tried to tuck in that leg Bonnie would stick out the over arm until Claire sighed frustratedly and crossed her arms.
"Mademoiselle, don't you know what happens to little girls who don't obey ?'' she asked warningly and Bonnie sat up, "The Dementors come and get them." she said spookiliy and Bonnie eyed her skeptically, "NuhUh" she shook her head and sent the long curls flying, "there's no such thing'' Claire nodded "Oh yes there is Honest.''
Claire looked at the open door and quickly moved to close it, knowing she would be sacked if someone heard the maid telling the master's daughter about such things. "They come at night like giant black ghosts, and they float past windows and peer in to see that all little children are sleeping like they should.'' Claire went around the room and snuffed out the candles until she reached the tall white pillar of wax on the bed side table and left it burning.
"You know when they pass by because frost forms on the windows and all the water in the room freezes, you can see your breath and all of a sudden you feel very very sad. And If they get you, you can never feel happy again.'' Claire finished in a serious whisper and Bonnie's brown eyes were the size of dinner plates.
"Bonne nuit Mademoiselle'' Claire eyed the girl and silently walked out of the room, leaving a now terrified Bonnie in the dark.
(End FlashBack)
"Bonnie ?'' Remus noticed the girl seemed to have zoned out and was staring at a single patch of wall. "Bonnie ?'' He snapped his fingers and Bonnie jumped, "huh ? Oh, Sorry bout that." she breathed, that was weird she thought. "The students will be here in a few minutes, I had an empty canvas and frame brought up so that you could watch from there." He pointed at the medium sized frame on the wall. "you can hop in there if you like, while I bring out the day's assignment.'' Bonnie nodded, still shaking off the clouds of smoke from her daze and quickly hopped into the frame.
It was completely blank so from Bonnie's point of view it was as if she had entered the void. A room with perfectly white walls with Every side of her totally blank with the exception of the front most wall which was her window to the outside world. "Say.'' She looked around, "this is kinda screwy"
She thought for a moment before humming to her self, slipping out of the frame and grabbed a stray wooden chair and carefully slipped back in the frame, unfortunately the Chair didn't follow suite and clattered to the floor .
"Nerts'' she muttered and thought hard, "I wonder'' she hopped out again and grabbed a quill off the teacher's desk and squinted at the canvas. She carefully drew crude, two dementional chair and then slipped back in.
She looked at the chair and tilted her head, it was completely flat. It stood on the legs like a normal chair but only two legs and it hovered off the ground like it would suspended on invisible wires and if one was to look at it from the side, they would only see a thin black line.
"This is a trip that's for sure'' she muttered, feeling like Alice in Wonderland. However since it was her nature to change to fit in with her surroundings, Bonnie too was now no more then a flat figure of lines.
She heard a rumble outside the frame and turned her attention from the trippy chair to the full sized wardrobe Lupin was wheeling in. "what's that?" she asked as Lupin carefully placed the wardrobe near the front of the room. "That is a Bogart." Lupin explained as the wooden doors shook violently. Bonnie shuttered, "I hate those things, My cousin once stuck one under my bed as a joke."
Lupin looked around, "If I may Bonnie, If there arn't Dementors in America, what guards your prisons?" Bonnie shrugged, "I'm not so sure about now but when I was last there, there were four different Maximum Security Wizarding Prisons in the US of A, Mauna Loa, a Volcano in Hawaii. It only holds about 40 to 50 prisoners at a time. The second is called O Mar Da Gaiola in the middle of the Ocean off the coasts of Florida, Bermuda, and San Juan, the muggles made up this urban legend about it that I can't remember right now, One underground, located under a geyser field in in Alaska, and the last one is at the very very bottom of this thing called Mel's Hole in in Washington, this nine foot wide hole that Muggles think is a bottom less pit."
Bonnie grinned, "They're mainly just guarded by witches and wizards, however there were rumors of O Mar Da Gaiola using sharks to prevent break outs." Remus nodded. and turned to the sound of the first bell, "The students will be here any minute" Remus stated and pulled on his patched, raggety robe. "to be continued" Bonnie sat quite comfortable on the "chair" and watched as the third year Gryffindor/Slytherin class entered the Defence Against the Dark Arts class room.
Okay, so not my greatest Chapter, but just consider it a filler chapter for what is to come. by the way I used Photoshop to create one of those "Character Aesthetics" for a few of my OCs. Heres Bonnie's (Just take out the spaces) sweet-sweet-adora-bella . tumblr post/ 125082 656398 /oc-aesthetic -bonnie-may- millhouse
