well, the third chapter..... origionally this chapter was quite boring (I hate to say it about
my own fics, but it WAS) so I spiced it up a little. We're back to Sirius, (you'll have to wait
until the next chapter to meet Erin) and I introduce (sorta) a girl called Angel. She's really
cool too. I really pity Sirius... but you'lll find out why! if you read on......
Chapter Three: Life on the Run
Sirius
Buckbeak and Sirius finally found a suitable spot: a small, but steep hill. Buckbeak was
almost asleep on his feet, and Sirius' stomach was complaining loudly about not being fed
for two days. He knew he would have to supply the food, but before he did that, Buckbeak
needed a place to kip. Sirius hadn't really expected a nice cave, so he'd have to supply one
of those too.
"Stand back." He told the Hippogriff, pulling on his rope. He drew his wand (which
Dumbledore had returned to him during their breif conversation) and pointed it at the steep
side of the hill. He covered his eyes and shouted,
"Reducto! Reducto!"
Dirt flew through the air as the side of the hill was blasted away. When Sirius could see
again, a hole large enough for Buckbeak to sleep in was visible.
"In you go," Sirius pushed the tired animal into the hole. Buckbeak looked grateful for just
a place to collapse. He crawled in and fell into slumber straight away. Smiling slightly,
Sirius cast an illusion over the hole to make it look like only the side of the hill. His
stomach growled.
Now for some food.
He concentrated on his dog-form and transformed. After taking a few seconds to get used
to having four legs again, he loped off into the trees to hunt.
***
It was a few hours before sunset when Sirius found Buckbeak again. He was laden with
three rabbits and a couple of rats (He imagined that the rats were Peter and they were pretty
mangled). He transformed back to human form not to scare Buckbeak, and banished the
illusion. The Hippogriff was awake, but relaxing, still hidden. Sirius gave him the rats and
two of the rabbits, keeping one for himself.
Eating raw meat was something Sirius had gotten used to over the past year, but he still
couldn't bring himself to do it in human form. Having canine instinct urging him on made it
a lot easier, so he transformed where Buckbeak couldn't see him and began to disembowel
the rabbit with his teeth, hidden behind a tree. The dog part of Sirius enjoyed the meal. The
human was too starved to care. He quickly finished his disgusting dinner and transformed.
"Still about an hour 'til sunset," he said, emerging from behind the tree. "We'll leave when
it gets dark."
Buckbeak seemed to understand, and curled up in his hole for a quick sleep. Sirius buried
the bones of their dinner, and sat down next to where Buckbeak lay. Absentmindedly he
fumbled with the neck of his tattered robes to feel the chain that hung there. He brought it
over his head and let the locket at the end dangle in front of his eyes. The once glittering
silver was tarnished and dirty, but Sirius could still make out the patterns carved into it.
Flipping it open as he had done many times in Azkaban, he gazed at the tiny picture: a man
and a woman with their arms around each other. The woman's warm blue eyes glittered and
her silver-blond hair shone in the sunlight. The man's long black hair was falling over his
eyes and the woman was brushing it away, laughing silently. Sirius felt tears spring to his
eyes as he watched them both laughing. We were so happy when that photo was taken...
His eyes slid from the picture to a small message in tiny writing on the other side.
'Sirius my love, not a day goes by that I don't think about how much I love you. Angel.'
Angel, where are you? Sirius felt like screaming the words, but he couldn't. That could
draw attention to himself, and there were Muggles nearby... Tears were now flowing freely
down his gaunt face. I miss you so much. You were always there for me... and I was
there for you. But not any more. Do you really think I'm guilty, where-ever you are? Are
you thinking right now about how I killed all those people and betrayed my best friend? Do
you hate me? Are the words in my locket a lie?
If I could only talk to you... explain everything... but I can't. I don't know where you are. If
I could just hold you, even for a second, smell your special scent, feel your warmth, hear
your voice saying 'Sirius, I still love you,' everything would be alright. But I can't. So it's
not. Sirius closed his eyes and pictured her face. Smiling, laughing, crying, fearful... Not
allowing himself to cry out loud, and scream like he wanted to, he slumped forwards, his
head in his hands, crying, and waited for sunset.
***
After a few days Sirius and Buckbeak fell into a pattern. Sirius would wake at dawn and they
would find shelter. Leaving Buckbeak hidden, Sirius would go hunting. Before sunset they
would eat whatever Sirius had managed to catch or find, then they'd continue, Sorois asleep
on Buckbeak's back, to wake up again at dawn.
Sirius had managed to communicate to Buckbeak the dangers of being seen, so if they were
flying over a city or heavily populated area he would wake Sirius so he could put an
invisibility charm over the two of them. He couldn't hold these for long in his starved state,
so they only used them when necessary.
Occasionally they were stuck over ocean and had no choice but to keep going, but Beaky
seemed to have a sixth sense when it came to finding dry land. But, when possible, Sirius
made sure they had some extra food just in case.
Three days into their journey, something different happened. Sirius was just settling himself
to sleep when he heard a soft hooting in his ears. Waving his arm to shoo whatever it was,
he mumbled, "Go away,"
The hooting just became louder until...
"OWCH!!"
Sirius sat up quickly, rubbing his ear where the owl had bitten it. A letter fell into his lap. It
was from Dumbledore.
Sirius,
While it is excellent that you are safely out of Britain, the danger is not over yet.
I know that you are heading south,
How the hell does he know that?
so if you will forgive me for being an interfering old man I would like to make a suggestion
as to your destination. I believe the perfect place would be Australia. It is English-speaking,
and far enough away that people will not be as hyped about your escape. Also, the capital
city would be an excellent place for you to stay.
A city? Is he out of his mind?
Do not think me a fool for suggesting it. Canberra is not the average capital. It is quite
large but not at all crowded. I believe there is a pine reserve planted inside which you will
find comfortable.
Was that sarcasm?
Please think over my suggestions.
Albus Dumbledore
P.S. I am sure this owl would be happy to take a letter or two back for you.
The owl was waiting patiently, perched on Sirius' shoulder. He yawned, muttered 'Lumos'
and holding his wand in his teeth, he scrawled a reply.
Dumbledore,
Thanks for the suggestions, I'll keep them in mind. I am very grateful for
your help last week and cannot thank you enough.
Sirius
Then, because Dumbledore had said 'or two', he grabbed another piece of parchment. His
quill hovered for a moment as he wondered who to write to. There was either Remus, or
Harry.
Hmmmmm..... Then he thought of something that made his heart leap. Remus probably
knew where Angel was! He made up his mind in a second. Besides, he had written to Harry
only yesterday using that owl he bought. Illusions are damn handy sometimes!
Moony,
Just a quick note. Buckbeak and I are fine. We're heading south, won't tell you
where though. So far I haven't seen any sign of the Ministry. But I have one question for
you. Do you know where Angel is? It's just that I need to see her, explain everything. Send
word as quickly as possible.
Sirius
Sirius was now fighting to keep his eyes open. He fitted the letters to the owl's leg and
went to sleep.
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Didja like it?? Didja hate it??? It gets more interesting later on, so bare with me. PLEASE
review I really NEED some feedback. (If you're an author I'll read your fic and review it too!
I promise!) Or even email me! (windangel@thespark.com). Thank you for reviewing! (I
KNOW you did) and until we meet again, I'll leave you with this little question...If you know
the answer, put it in a review!
This one's an easy one.... What does Tom Marvolo Riddle re-arrange to?
Disclaimer: Everything even remotely connected to Harry Potter isn't mine.
Claimer: Angel, Erin, and the plot are mine. You no take!!
my own fics, but it WAS) so I spiced it up a little. We're back to Sirius, (you'll have to wait
until the next chapter to meet Erin) and I introduce (sorta) a girl called Angel. She's really
cool too. I really pity Sirius... but you'lll find out why! if you read on......
Chapter Three: Life on the Run
Sirius
Buckbeak and Sirius finally found a suitable spot: a small, but steep hill. Buckbeak was
almost asleep on his feet, and Sirius' stomach was complaining loudly about not being fed
for two days. He knew he would have to supply the food, but before he did that, Buckbeak
needed a place to kip. Sirius hadn't really expected a nice cave, so he'd have to supply one
of those too.
"Stand back." He told the Hippogriff, pulling on his rope. He drew his wand (which
Dumbledore had returned to him during their breif conversation) and pointed it at the steep
side of the hill. He covered his eyes and shouted,
"Reducto! Reducto!"
Dirt flew through the air as the side of the hill was blasted away. When Sirius could see
again, a hole large enough for Buckbeak to sleep in was visible.
"In you go," Sirius pushed the tired animal into the hole. Buckbeak looked grateful for just
a place to collapse. He crawled in and fell into slumber straight away. Smiling slightly,
Sirius cast an illusion over the hole to make it look like only the side of the hill. His
stomach growled.
Now for some food.
He concentrated on his dog-form and transformed. After taking a few seconds to get used
to having four legs again, he loped off into the trees to hunt.
***
It was a few hours before sunset when Sirius found Buckbeak again. He was laden with
three rabbits and a couple of rats (He imagined that the rats were Peter and they were pretty
mangled). He transformed back to human form not to scare Buckbeak, and banished the
illusion. The Hippogriff was awake, but relaxing, still hidden. Sirius gave him the rats and
two of the rabbits, keeping one for himself.
Eating raw meat was something Sirius had gotten used to over the past year, but he still
couldn't bring himself to do it in human form. Having canine instinct urging him on made it
a lot easier, so he transformed where Buckbeak couldn't see him and began to disembowel
the rabbit with his teeth, hidden behind a tree. The dog part of Sirius enjoyed the meal. The
human was too starved to care. He quickly finished his disgusting dinner and transformed.
"Still about an hour 'til sunset," he said, emerging from behind the tree. "We'll leave when
it gets dark."
Buckbeak seemed to understand, and curled up in his hole for a quick sleep. Sirius buried
the bones of their dinner, and sat down next to where Buckbeak lay. Absentmindedly he
fumbled with the neck of his tattered robes to feel the chain that hung there. He brought it
over his head and let the locket at the end dangle in front of his eyes. The once glittering
silver was tarnished and dirty, but Sirius could still make out the patterns carved into it.
Flipping it open as he had done many times in Azkaban, he gazed at the tiny picture: a man
and a woman with their arms around each other. The woman's warm blue eyes glittered and
her silver-blond hair shone in the sunlight. The man's long black hair was falling over his
eyes and the woman was brushing it away, laughing silently. Sirius felt tears spring to his
eyes as he watched them both laughing. We were so happy when that photo was taken...
His eyes slid from the picture to a small message in tiny writing on the other side.
'Sirius my love, not a day goes by that I don't think about how much I love you. Angel.'
Angel, where are you? Sirius felt like screaming the words, but he couldn't. That could
draw attention to himself, and there were Muggles nearby... Tears were now flowing freely
down his gaunt face. I miss you so much. You were always there for me... and I was
there for you. But not any more. Do you really think I'm guilty, where-ever you are? Are
you thinking right now about how I killed all those people and betrayed my best friend? Do
you hate me? Are the words in my locket a lie?
If I could only talk to you... explain everything... but I can't. I don't know where you are. If
I could just hold you, even for a second, smell your special scent, feel your warmth, hear
your voice saying 'Sirius, I still love you,' everything would be alright. But I can't. So it's
not. Sirius closed his eyes and pictured her face. Smiling, laughing, crying, fearful... Not
allowing himself to cry out loud, and scream like he wanted to, he slumped forwards, his
head in his hands, crying, and waited for sunset.
***
After a few days Sirius and Buckbeak fell into a pattern. Sirius would wake at dawn and they
would find shelter. Leaving Buckbeak hidden, Sirius would go hunting. Before sunset they
would eat whatever Sirius had managed to catch or find, then they'd continue, Sorois asleep
on Buckbeak's back, to wake up again at dawn.
Sirius had managed to communicate to Buckbeak the dangers of being seen, so if they were
flying over a city or heavily populated area he would wake Sirius so he could put an
invisibility charm over the two of them. He couldn't hold these for long in his starved state,
so they only used them when necessary.
Occasionally they were stuck over ocean and had no choice but to keep going, but Beaky
seemed to have a sixth sense when it came to finding dry land. But, when possible, Sirius
made sure they had some extra food just in case.
Three days into their journey, something different happened. Sirius was just settling himself
to sleep when he heard a soft hooting in his ears. Waving his arm to shoo whatever it was,
he mumbled, "Go away,"
The hooting just became louder until...
"OWCH!!"
Sirius sat up quickly, rubbing his ear where the owl had bitten it. A letter fell into his lap. It
was from Dumbledore.
Sirius,
While it is excellent that you are safely out of Britain, the danger is not over yet.
I know that you are heading south,
How the hell does he know that?
so if you will forgive me for being an interfering old man I would like to make a suggestion
as to your destination. I believe the perfect place would be Australia. It is English-speaking,
and far enough away that people will not be as hyped about your escape. Also, the capital
city would be an excellent place for you to stay.
A city? Is he out of his mind?
Do not think me a fool for suggesting it. Canberra is not the average capital. It is quite
large but not at all crowded. I believe there is a pine reserve planted inside which you will
find comfortable.
Was that sarcasm?
Please think over my suggestions.
Albus Dumbledore
P.S. I am sure this owl would be happy to take a letter or two back for you.
The owl was waiting patiently, perched on Sirius' shoulder. He yawned, muttered 'Lumos'
and holding his wand in his teeth, he scrawled a reply.
Dumbledore,
Thanks for the suggestions, I'll keep them in mind. I am very grateful for
your help last week and cannot thank you enough.
Sirius
Then, because Dumbledore had said 'or two', he grabbed another piece of parchment. His
quill hovered for a moment as he wondered who to write to. There was either Remus, or
Harry.
Hmmmmm..... Then he thought of something that made his heart leap. Remus probably
knew where Angel was! He made up his mind in a second. Besides, he had written to Harry
only yesterday using that owl he bought. Illusions are damn handy sometimes!
Moony,
Just a quick note. Buckbeak and I are fine. We're heading south, won't tell you
where though. So far I haven't seen any sign of the Ministry. But I have one question for
you. Do you know where Angel is? It's just that I need to see her, explain everything. Send
word as quickly as possible.
Sirius
Sirius was now fighting to keep his eyes open. He fitted the letters to the owl's leg and
went to sleep.
_____________________________________________________________________________
Didja like it?? Didja hate it??? It gets more interesting later on, so bare with me. PLEASE
review I really NEED some feedback. (If you're an author I'll read your fic and review it too!
I promise!) Or even email me! (windangel@thespark.com). Thank you for reviewing! (I
KNOW you did) and until we meet again, I'll leave you with this little question...If you know
the answer, put it in a review!
This one's an easy one.... What does Tom Marvolo Riddle re-arrange to?
Disclaimer: Everything even remotely connected to Harry Potter isn't mine.
Claimer: Angel, Erin, and the plot are mine. You no take!!