Chapter 11 – Que Sera, Sera
My Dark Mark burned for the second time that day, but with my teeth gritted I continued with my potion essay.
Moonstone is comenly founde in many parts of Britaine where the sun can reech and where shade can cast upone it. Withoute these key pointes, the Moonstone cannot fully develope.
It had been a week since I had turned upon the Dark Lord. He had sent little reminders in the form of pain through my Dark Mark in an aid to remind me what I had in store for when he found me.
Moonstone is made when the full moone casts a directe lite upone a regular stone with no cloude coverage to deflect the lite.
I knew what would happen if he found me. I had willingly gone against my 'beliefs' and now I had to pay the price. Death would await me. But, Merlin forbid, I would not go down without a fight.
Moonstone is very rare. It takes over a hundred yeares to fulley develope and the useage that it can do when it is made is amazing.
I had seen little of the Marauders or Lily. Probably because I had kept to the Slytherin Common Room, I suppose. I only ventured out at night now and to class obviously. But with the upcoming NEWTS (that weren't even nearly here) every teacher had gone all out to make sure no one talked during lessons.
This one rocke can give the bearer one wishe that will be granted imeediatly. When the wishe is completed, the Moonstone shrivels into a shiny pebble then disapeers into a cloude of smoke.The last nown Moonstone was in 1876, meening that a new one should be appeering sometime in the near future.
The rumbling of my stomach brought me out of my essay. I hadn't eaten since breakfast and it was ten at night now. A picture flashed before my eyes. A double scooped vanilla ice-cream, topped with Brazilian chocolate sauce and a glace cherry. My mouth watered as the picture in my mind became more pronounced (a selection of finely chopped nuts were cascading down the chocolate) and before I knew it, the Slytherin Common Room was far behind me as I made my way to the kitchens.
As I walked along the portrait clad walls, I reminisced over my years at Hogwarts. In my first year I could hardly walk three steps without getting lost in the long and winding staircases. And now, on my way to the kitchens, I was hardly paying attention and yet I was almost there. My train of thought changed. Dumbledore had said in a private meeting in his office that Voldemort wasn't the happiest of bunnies at the moment. He didn't have to tell me. My arm was constantly aching from all the torture. The talk with Dumbledore led me on to think about the War. Which side would I fight on? Would Voldemort accept me in his ranks once again? Or will I have to side with the Light, go into hiding until Voldemort was defeated?
Que Sera, Sera... Whatever will be, will be...The future's not ours to see... Que Sera, Sera...
I reached out a hand and tickled the pair that led into the kitchen. The handle formed before my eyes and I grasped it.
"Well, well, well," a voice muttered behind me, "Looks like I'm not the only one on a midnight rendezvous."
I rolled my eyes.
"Hardly a 'midnight rendezvous', Black. It's only ten thirty."
He shrugged and walked closer towards me. Too close for comfort in my books.
"What do you want Black?" I asked exasperated.
"Well, if you must know," he replied, "As I was with my fellow Marauders discussing the plans for an upcoming 'Back To School' prank, I had a sudden urge to eat some ice cream topped with Brazilian chocolate and a glace cherry. And maybe, just maybe, I might go all out and have some chopped nuts."
My mouth dropped open.
"Don't look like that, my sweet arch enemy. You look like one of Hagrid's Gobble Fish."
My eyebrows knitted together in annoyance, and in a huff I stamped my foot and continued into the kitchen.
A cluster of elves ran towards us and gathered at our feet. A collection of "Hello!"'s and "By gum, what can we do for you?"'s filled the air. But an elf in the distance that seemed to be carrying one more tray than it could handle, managed to trip on a rag and fall into a rubbish tip. The elves clustering around us ran to help their colleague. All except one.
"Madame. Sir. What can Pinky do for you this evening?" She had a high voice, almost like a pixies, and she had long bat like ears which drooped at the ends. As Black bent down to face her, her big brown orbs widened in delight.
"Well, Miss Pinky, me and my... acquaintance here would like two bowls of vanilla ice cream, with chocolate sauce, chopped nuts and a cherry please."
Her mouth dropped open.
She managed to squeak a "Of course, sir" and went on her way, the tips of her ears blushing a deep pink.
I scoffed.
"That's great, that is. You even get the non-human species falling at your feet."
He smiled wistfully and my stomach did this little funny thing. I ignored it.
"I do, don't I?" he said rhetorically.
Pinky rushed back to us, two big bowls of ice cream in her arms.
"Miss. Sir. Your ice cream."
Sirius thanked her profusely (her ears went red this time) and I gave my nod of thanks.
"What are you doing here anyway?" I asked Black as we sat at a table, "Don't you think I'm going to body bind you, use you as a guinea pig for my evil tester spells and then leave you for the squid to have his wicked way with you?"
He smirked.
"Are you?"
I managed to show a thoughtful look and once again ignored the fluttering in my stomach.
"I haven't decided yet."
He chuckled and I took a huge gulp of ice cream to stop him from seeing my blush. What the hell was wrong with me? Blushing? Fluttering in the stomach? It's like I was falling for someone. But who? The elves? 'Cause it definitely wasn't the Gryffindor in front of me. Or was it?
You know it is a voice said in my head. I almost groaned aloud. My conscience was back.
You luuuuurve him. You think he's gorgeous. You want to kiss him. You want hug him. You want to love him. You want to smooch him.
By now, there was a little tune in my head playing along to the words.
"GO AWAY!" I yelled and the once noisy kitchen quietened. I looked up to see a pair of frightened blue eyes staring back into mine. It just so happened that at my outburst another tiny elf had come up to see if I wanted any more nuts. At my shout, everyone – including him – thought that it was directed at the creature before me. Before I could say anything, he had turned his back on me and was scurrying away as fast as he could.
"You know, Thomas," said a Black from behind me, "I know you want to get me on your own and everything, but don't you think that this is taking it a bit too far?"
My mouth gaped open like a fish once more. That was it. If he wanted comebacks, he'll get some.
"Like, oh my God, Siri, how could you even, like, think that?" I said in a high pitched voice and flicked my hair over my shoulder, "I am sooooo like your number one fan! There's this like, picture of you, like hung up on my wall right next to my bed and I, like, kiss it every, like, night."
He chuckled again and the feeling returned in my stomach.
"And that's the reason you want to hex me at any given moment."
"Damn straight."
Two seconds later and we were rolling on the kitchen floor laughing for all we were worth.
As we walked back to the hall that separated the Gryffindor route from the Slytherin, Sirius and I had smiles on our faces. It was just gone eleven thirty and we were both squished under James' invisibility cloak and trying our hardest to quench the giggles that arose in our throats. One of us only had to say the word 'like' and we'd be off again.
But as we reached the crossroads and – after checking for teachers – flicked off the cloak, we both became serious (never mind the pun).
Sirius looked me straight in the eyes.
"You know, maybe you're not as bad as I thought you were."
I smiled.
"And maybe you're not as pig-headed as I thought you were."
"Acquaintances?" he asked and held out his hand.
"Acquaintances," I confirmed and met his hand with my own. But instead of shaking like normal people, he raised my hand to his face and scraped my knuckles with his lips. The fluttering returned more pronounced than ever and he muttered 'good night', dropped my hand and continued on the way back to Gryffindor tower.
The smile was on my face for the most of the night. The struggle for sleep was more pronounced than ever as I tried to calm my beating heart.
Like OMG!!!!!It's like... CHANGED A BIT.
SHE FANCIES HIM LIKE LOADS YEAH!
:D
And what's this about Moonstone?
Just a Potions essay?
Or something more?
REVIEW!!
Stacey
P.S OMG, he kissed her hand!!! DDDDDDDDDD
P.P.S The little 'You want to kiss him, you want to hug him' etc thing was taken from Miss Congeniality. Credit goes to the writers of that for the hilarious tune!!