Title: Broken Paradise
Author: -MyForever-
Disclaimer: I own nothing you recognise.
A/N: I'm so sorry I haven't updated in so long, wow 3 months, school is tough, and I have no free time whatsoever and I mean that, I do things every lunch time and I have so much homework it's unbelievable, but chapter 10 is here, it is the shortest and it may not be that good, but I needed a filler to start Part Two of the story. Hope you enjoy and thank you to all my reviewers.
Dedication: ValorOrgulloso This is dedicated to this reviewer as I received this review and instantly did chapter 10, so thank you very much!
Chapter: 10 - Part Two: Midsummer's Nights
It was just after midnight during the second week of the summer holiday, and a lonesome figure was sitting down on the step outside the French windows of the sitting room in Number 12. Grimmauld Place. This figure held a mug of steaming hot chocolate in their hands while blowing slowly over the top to cool it down.
Thirty feet above the figure a young man, who had just turned sixteen stared out of his bedroom window looking between the stars and the figure in turn. The stars shone brightly in the absence of the moon on this midsummer's night.
Somewhere above even the young man a candle flickered into existence, and the window opened to see another figure leaning out to look down at the scene below them, but before he could open the window, both the young man and the figure sitting down on the step recoiled back into the room behind them and the young man quickly blew out his own candle. It seemed neither wanted Sirius Black to know that they were awake.
Sirius looked down beneath him but saw no light and no figures in the garden below him, he could not find Elise anywhere in his room, the bathroom or the floor they were on and he didn't want to try downstairs in fear of awaking Harry.
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Harry didn't know why he didn't want Sirius to know he was awake, Sirius knew he didn't sleep the whole night through, because of his nightmares, but something had come between them ever since school had finished. He hated thinking that it was because of Elise, because when she was happy she was a really nice Aunt, but he knew deep down it was. And he felt so guilty for thinking it, of course Sirius couldn't care for him all the time, but then he thought Mrs Weasley was always there for all seven of her children and then he thought that it was probably because after twelve years in Azkaban Sirius wasn't used to caring for other people apart from himself.
Harry had gotten used to having Elise around pretty quickly, and although she tried not to let on, he knew that whenever he was in the room she immediately cheered up so he was with somebody happy (Sirius had clued her in on all that had happened during the first week which ended in another long argument and Harry gaining a small pet cat – to the amusement of Ron).
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A similar internal argument was taking place downstairs in the sitting room in Elise's mind. The hot chocolate cool enough to drink, she contemplated her life while sipping slowly on the chocolate concoction.
They'd been getting on better since all had been revealed about what had happened, yes, she was still sad about what had happened to her friends, but ever the one with the logic, Elise realised they couldn't change anything that had happened so had been trying to learn to live with the fact, that out of the Marauder's there was only her, Sirius and Remus left (nobody counted Peter anymore).
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The morning dawned bright and cool, and by the time Harry had made his way downstairs it was nearly lunchtime and he found Sirius and Elise lounging in the sitting room. Upon seeing Harry up, Elise sprang out of the comfy armchair she was sitting in and started fussing about what he wanted to eat.
So this is what it's like to have a Mother then. Harry wondered while sitting down in the empty seat next to Sirius.
An unspoken agreement could be seen between Sirius and Elise, and Harry knew that they had spoken about what had happened last night, and he felt Sirius brace himself to talk to Harry about it, but Harry moved away quickly to pick up Elise's discarded Daily Prophet to catch up on the days news, another gesture which surprised Harry like what he had done tonight, why did he keep scooting away from Sirius, ever since his third year all he had ever wanted was to live with Sirius, and now here they were, but everything seemed wrong, so wrong, but Harry couldn't put his finger on it and he desperately needed to, because if this feeling of something being wrong got any bigger it would eat away at his insides.
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Hermione sat at the desk in the study of her parent's large house, after being thoroughly quizzed by her parents on why her letters had been vague and to what actually happened, she had hurried away wanting to get away from the nightmares that were plaguing her.
She was worried about Harry, after everything that that, monster, had put him through he had ended up nearly losing his only family only to find another. She knew Harry James Potter and she knew he wouldn't be all happy about this. Sure Elise seemed nice enough but he didn't know her and most likely she'd be quite, she hated to use the phrase, but lovey dovey with Sirius and she knew that Harry would not want to see that, he wasn't good at his own love life never mind his Godfather and Aunt's.
Hermione heard her Mother calling her for dinner and quickly closed the book she had just been staring at for the last half hour before making her way downstairs. There she met her Mother in the kitchen about to put their dinner (bangers & mash – Hermione's favourite) on the dinner table. Helena Granger turned round to look at her daughter and instantly saw something was worrying her, delaying on calling her husband she set the dinner down and sat down opposite her fifteen year old daughter.
"Hermione what is it?" Hermione looked up at her Mother shocked, nobody ever read her face that quickly and she hadn't seen her Mother since last summer.
"Noth-…" Hermione cut sight of Helena's face and knew it would be better not to complete that word, but to come out with the truth. "Well, if you must know it's Harry. You know how I said that his Godfather nearly died and then his Aunt who had been kidnapped for eighteen years had managed to escape and that they were in a relationship?" Helena nodded to show that she understood, even if she didn't see where this was going, she'd heard Harry's story and had met him on occasion, surely he would be happy that he finally had a proper family. "Well, he's not really used to being looked after or anything, yeah he's used to Sirius, but before this incident at the Ministry the last time he saw him was Christmas, and after everything I don't know how he's going to cope. He bottles his emotions so they probably wouldn't realise anything was wrong unless his Father was like that and his Aunt noticed."
Helena finally realised what her daughter was getting at and said, "Well why don't you invite the three of them round, then you can chat to Harry see how he's getting on, he'd still have the safety because his family would be here and, knowing you, help him get started on his Summer homework."
"MUM!" came the reply from Hermione when she mentioned about homework, but her face had brightened and she promised to write a letter after dinner asking Harry to invite him, Sirius and Elise over sometime to their house.
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Miles away not far from the town of Ottery St. Catchpole, Ginny Weasley was sitting on her bed staring out at the setting sun. This year she'd, on Hermione's advice, started to go out with other guys to make Harry notice her, but however, he had not noticed her and ended up going out with Cho Chang who's best friend then ended up betraying them all to that old hag, Umbridge. She'd seen how close Harry and Hermione were, and she couldn't help thinking that maybe she was helping her to distance herself away from Harry so she, Hermione Jean Granger, could get even closer to Harry, but as soon as that thought came into her head it disappeared again.
That is absurd she though they're best friends that's it. They're meant to be close.
But he doesn't seem to be that close with Ron now does he? Her subconscious asked her.
Well of course not, Ron is a total idiotic git and even in her imagination that phrase did not sound right, idiotic and git should not go together, oh well, I'm not at school now, who cares about my language?
More than you think.
Oh shut up!
Ginny shot up off her bed and made her way down to the kitchen to help her Mum, unsuccessfully mind you, to make dinner.
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Deep in the heart of Oxford a man was sitting in an old abandoned house, whispering to the walls, as if the walls could hear him, as if the walls were answering him back, as if the walls were real.
The man was hatching a plan and whispering it to the house as though if he failed to follow through with the plan the house could finish it itself. The man continued to whisper in English and Latin [1 around him, the words weaving around his head like a cloud, forming tighter and tighter, the cloud becoming denser and denser, until you could see nothing of the man's head at all.
"Forever hic nos sto, Moving haud porro, Porro vel tergiversation, Forever hic nos sto, Tanquam vicis sto etiam" [2
As the cloud became a blinding white the man shouted in Latin:
"Subsisto vicis , meus Senior. Subsisto vicis! Operor retineo lux lucis parvulus successio , subsisto vicis quod servo nos totus!" [3
And then there was a lightning strike that shook the house and streaked down the corridors and up the stairs, before entering the room where the man was muttering inaudibly in Latin, there was a few seconds of complete and utter silence, before suddenly the lightning went bolting through the room, going straight through his head and heart before disappearing.
The man was lying writhing in pain on the floor, his eyes popped open and he was flung across the room by an invisible force before stopping before the door.
And the man was no more.
A/N: So please let me know what you thought. Like I said on my profile, when I do manage to get a bit of time to write some, I'm focusing on this story, The Ocean's Call and In the Bleak Midwinter.
I don't usually do notes, but I needed it for this:
[1 The man thought that less people would understand what he was saying if when he spoke some words were Latin and some were English.
[2 This means:
Forever here we stand Moving no further Forwards or backwards Forever here we stand As if time stands still This is mine so please don't use it, it is copyrighted. Also I'm glad I learn Latin! This means: Thanks for understanding and please review.
-MyForever-