Okay guys..this is my first attempt to write a Harry Potter story..and I'm not really sure how to make it indent and go to a new paragraph on this thing so if someone would be kind enuf to show me..that would be much appreciated. Anyway, everything belongs to J.K. Rowling except the plot, which belongs to yours truly. Please read and review! thank you..next chapter will be up shortly.
The wind blew gently, rustling the grass outside, the flowers, and the green leaves. Sunlight hit everything in it's path, making objects give off a faint, golden glow. Birds chirped lazily and fluttered away. Inside the cottage-style home of Sirius and Narcissa Black, four people stirred in their sleep. Harry Potter was the first to wake up.
Sunlight peeked in through Harry's half-open green shutteres. He squinted, his eyes still closed, at the glaring light. Still half-asleep, Harry reached a hand out, feeling around on his bedside table for his glasses. Slipping them on, Harry stretched and rolled out of bed, walking towards the window and staring out at the view in front of him. What he saw startled him so much, he took a couple steps closer to the window, just to be sure he wasn't dreaming. He was now fully awake, his eyes scanning the wonderful sight outside. Dark green grass, a lake off in the distance, trees rich of green leaves, and flowers, many flowers. Houses lay in the distance as well. A feeling of happiness spilled deep inside of him, and Harry gripped the edge of the windowpane. The gloomy Privet Drive view he had been so used to seeing did not meet his eyes anymore. There were no houses planted right next to each other, so close they could almost be connected. No annoying dogs, and no more smog. And best of all, no more horse-faced Aunt Petunia, surly Uncle Vernon, and big-as-a-whale cousin Dudley.
Harry turned and looked at his closed bedroom door, knowing that just down the hallway, Sirius and Naricissa lay in their bed. He sat down at the edge of his rumpled bed, thinking for a minute. It always took him a couple minutes to remember where he was, and why he was there. Sirius and Narcissa getting married had happened so suddenly and, little by little, slowly, the whole idea had sunk into Harry's mind: Living with his godfather, living in a home where he wasn't ignored -- better yet, he was loved. But the worse thing that Harry had to get used to was the now known fact that he and Draco Malfoy were brothers.
He got up, dressed into jeans and a t-shirt, and headed downstairs and into the kitchen, where Sirius was already sitting, reading the Daily Prophet and sipping coffea, which Harry had introduced him to just months before.
" Good Morning, Harry," Sirius greeted him, setting down the paper as Harry entered.
" Mornin' , Sirius," Harry said, opened the fridge and taking out a carton of orange juice. Swiftly he poured himself a glass and helped himself to two pieces of toast. He set his food on the table besides Sirius and sat down.
" Let me do that, Harry," Sirius offered as Harry reached for the butter and knife. Harry watched as Sirius touched the tip of his wand to the knife, which cut a spat of butter and started to spread it evenly on the toast, going back and forth quickly as if an invisible hand was directing it. " You're up earlier than usual," Sirius added, turning back to his paper.
" Hermoine's coming in on the Knight Bus today," Harry informed. He tore off a piece of the bread and popped it into his mouth, chewing quietly.
" You two make a nice couple," Sirius commented with a sly smile, taking another sip of his coffea.
Harry laughed and ate another chunk. " Who knew. I didn't even know she-"
" Good morning, fellows," Narcissa said cheerfully from behind them, interrupting Harry's sentence.
Sirius gave his new wife a smile. " Good morning, Narcissa."
" Morning, Narcissa," Harry repeated, turning around quickly to adress the women standing by the entrance of the kitchen, still wearing her purple bathrobe. Her blonde, shiny hair was pulled up in a neat bun, and she smiled at both of them. Harry noticed that Narcissa looked much more happier and healthier compared to the Narcissa he remembered at the Malfoy Mansion, when he was stuck in the most torturous position he could ever imagine; in the body of Draco Malfoy.
Narcissa sniffed at the air and smiled delightedly at Sirius. " Sirius, am I smelling.." she started, rushing over to the stove and peering inside the cooking pan on top if it.
Harry sniffed at the air as well, suddenly noticing the aroma. He sniffed again. It smelled like..
" Sausage and yams!" Narcissa squealed, sounding more like a 13 year-old girl than a young, 35 year-old mother. " Oh Sirius, our favorite Hogwarts food."
Harry looked at the two oddly. Sausage and yams? Their favorite Hogwarts food? How weird. His eyes fell on the large magical clock hanging in the corner of the kitchen, wondering what time Hermoine would be arriving. As if the clock had read Harry's mind(it might have, you could never tell with magical clocks), it suddenly screeched out," Hermoine arriving on the Knight Bus in 10 minutes! Hermoine arriving on the Knight Bus in 10 minutes!"
Harry jumped up from the table, almost upsetting his untouched glass of orange juice, and bolted up the staircase, taking a left towards the bathroom, he started to rush in, colliding with Dracy Malfoy from the right.
" Watch it, Potter!" Malfoy snapped, shoving Harry off of him.
Harry was too excited to shove back. He hurried into the bathroom, jumped into the shower, and willed himself to hurry, not wanting to be late for Hermoine's arrival.
Just as he walked back out of the bathroom, fully clothed and rubbing a towel at his damp black hair, he heard the doorbell ring from downstairs.
" I'll get it!" he yelled out, rushing down the stairs and making a leap for the door -- just as Malfoy walked over and opened it calmly.
" Why if it isn't Hermione!" Malfoy said loudly, pulling her into a hug.
" Shove off, Malfoy," Harry said through clenched teeth, pulling Malfoy off Hermione. He pulled Hermione to him and hugged her tightly.
Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and squeezed, whispering in his ear," I missed you."
" Hermione! We meet again," Sirius said cheerfully, walking up behind Harry and patting Hermione on the back.
Hermione and Harry pulled away at the same time, Harry's arm resting on his girlfriend's shoulders possesively.
Narcissa walked up behind Sirius and smiled.
" Good morning Sirius, hello Narcissa," Hermione said politely.
Narcissa smiled hello at Hermione then turned to Malfoy. " Draco, dear, breakfast is on the table." She took Draco's arm and pulled him gently away, nudging Sirius in the back as well. The three of them left, leaving Harry and Hermione alone in the foyer.
" Come on, I'll show you upstairs," Harry said cheerfully, taking her bags and heading up the stairs, Hermione following close behind.
After showing her around, Hermione oohing and ahhing every now and then, Harry happily opened the door to his bedroom and stepped aside to let her in. Hermione entered and looked around, her brown eyes wide.
" Harry, everthing is wonderful," she said, turning to face him as Harry shut the door behind them. She gave him a seductive smile. " Care to take me on a tour of the bed?"
The smile on Harry's face turned into a wide, delighted grin as he dropped Hermione's belongings on the floor and carried her, wedding-like, over to the bed where he dropped her down gently and jumped on top of her, leaning in for a kiss.
The wind blew gently, rustling the grass outside, the flowers, and the green leaves. Sunlight hit everything in it's path, making objects give off a faint, golden glow. Birds chirped lazily and fluttered away. Inside the cottage-style home of Sirius and Narcissa Black, four people stirred in their sleep. Harry Potter was the first to wake up.
Sunlight peeked in through Harry's half-open green shutteres. He squinted, his eyes still closed, at the glaring light. Still half-asleep, Harry reached a hand out, feeling around on his bedside table for his glasses. Slipping them on, Harry stretched and rolled out of bed, walking towards the window and staring out at the view in front of him. What he saw startled him so much, he took a couple steps closer to the window, just to be sure he wasn't dreaming. He was now fully awake, his eyes scanning the wonderful sight outside. Dark green grass, a lake off in the distance, trees rich of green leaves, and flowers, many flowers. Houses lay in the distance as well. A feeling of happiness spilled deep inside of him, and Harry gripped the edge of the windowpane. The gloomy Privet Drive view he had been so used to seeing did not meet his eyes anymore. There were no houses planted right next to each other, so close they could almost be connected. No annoying dogs, and no more smog. And best of all, no more horse-faced Aunt Petunia, surly Uncle Vernon, and big-as-a-whale cousin Dudley.
Harry turned and looked at his closed bedroom door, knowing that just down the hallway, Sirius and Naricissa lay in their bed. He sat down at the edge of his rumpled bed, thinking for a minute. It always took him a couple minutes to remember where he was, and why he was there. Sirius and Narcissa getting married had happened so suddenly and, little by little, slowly, the whole idea had sunk into Harry's mind: Living with his godfather, living in a home where he wasn't ignored -- better yet, he was loved. But the worse thing that Harry had to get used to was the now known fact that he and Draco Malfoy were brothers.
He got up, dressed into jeans and a t-shirt, and headed downstairs and into the kitchen, where Sirius was already sitting, reading the Daily Prophet and sipping coffea, which Harry had introduced him to just months before.
" Good Morning, Harry," Sirius greeted him, setting down the paper as Harry entered.
" Mornin' , Sirius," Harry said, opened the fridge and taking out a carton of orange juice. Swiftly he poured himself a glass and helped himself to two pieces of toast. He set his food on the table besides Sirius and sat down.
" Let me do that, Harry," Sirius offered as Harry reached for the butter and knife. Harry watched as Sirius touched the tip of his wand to the knife, which cut a spat of butter and started to spread it evenly on the toast, going back and forth quickly as if an invisible hand was directing it. " You're up earlier than usual," Sirius added, turning back to his paper.
" Hermoine's coming in on the Knight Bus today," Harry informed. He tore off a piece of the bread and popped it into his mouth, chewing quietly.
" You two make a nice couple," Sirius commented with a sly smile, taking another sip of his coffea.
Harry laughed and ate another chunk. " Who knew. I didn't even know she-"
" Good morning, fellows," Narcissa said cheerfully from behind them, interrupting Harry's sentence.
Sirius gave his new wife a smile. " Good morning, Narcissa."
" Morning, Narcissa," Harry repeated, turning around quickly to adress the women standing by the entrance of the kitchen, still wearing her purple bathrobe. Her blonde, shiny hair was pulled up in a neat bun, and she smiled at both of them. Harry noticed that Narcissa looked much more happier and healthier compared to the Narcissa he remembered at the Malfoy Mansion, when he was stuck in the most torturous position he could ever imagine; in the body of Draco Malfoy.
Narcissa sniffed at the air and smiled delightedly at Sirius. " Sirius, am I smelling.." she started, rushing over to the stove and peering inside the cooking pan on top if it.
Harry sniffed at the air as well, suddenly noticing the aroma. He sniffed again. It smelled like..
" Sausage and yams!" Narcissa squealed, sounding more like a 13 year-old girl than a young, 35 year-old mother. " Oh Sirius, our favorite Hogwarts food."
Harry looked at the two oddly. Sausage and yams? Their favorite Hogwarts food? How weird. His eyes fell on the large magical clock hanging in the corner of the kitchen, wondering what time Hermoine would be arriving. As if the clock had read Harry's mind(it might have, you could never tell with magical clocks), it suddenly screeched out," Hermoine arriving on the Knight Bus in 10 minutes! Hermoine arriving on the Knight Bus in 10 minutes!"
Harry jumped up from the table, almost upsetting his untouched glass of orange juice, and bolted up the staircase, taking a left towards the bathroom, he started to rush in, colliding with Dracy Malfoy from the right.
" Watch it, Potter!" Malfoy snapped, shoving Harry off of him.
Harry was too excited to shove back. He hurried into the bathroom, jumped into the shower, and willed himself to hurry, not wanting to be late for Hermoine's arrival.
Just as he walked back out of the bathroom, fully clothed and rubbing a towel at his damp black hair, he heard the doorbell ring from downstairs.
" I'll get it!" he yelled out, rushing down the stairs and making a leap for the door -- just as Malfoy walked over and opened it calmly.
" Why if it isn't Hermione!" Malfoy said loudly, pulling her into a hug.
" Shove off, Malfoy," Harry said through clenched teeth, pulling Malfoy off Hermione. He pulled Hermione to him and hugged her tightly.
Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and squeezed, whispering in his ear," I missed you."
" Hermione! We meet again," Sirius said cheerfully, walking up behind Harry and patting Hermione on the back.
Hermione and Harry pulled away at the same time, Harry's arm resting on his girlfriend's shoulders possesively.
Narcissa walked up behind Sirius and smiled.
" Good morning Sirius, hello Narcissa," Hermione said politely.
Narcissa smiled hello at Hermione then turned to Malfoy. " Draco, dear, breakfast is on the table." She took Draco's arm and pulled him gently away, nudging Sirius in the back as well. The three of them left, leaving Harry and Hermione alone in the foyer.
" Come on, I'll show you upstairs," Harry said cheerfully, taking her bags and heading up the stairs, Hermione following close behind.
After showing her around, Hermione oohing and ahhing every now and then, Harry happily opened the door to his bedroom and stepped aside to let her in. Hermione entered and looked around, her brown eyes wide.
" Harry, everthing is wonderful," she said, turning to face him as Harry shut the door behind them. She gave him a seductive smile. " Care to take me on a tour of the bed?"
The smile on Harry's face turned into a wide, delighted grin as he dropped Hermione's belongings on the floor and carried her, wedding-like, over to the bed where he dropped her down gently and jumped on top of her, leaning in for a kiss.