Author's Note: Since this story was originally intended to be told about the twins, I have completed the story of the first Generation of Black Jokers. This is sort of a prologue for the story I intend to tell. I am changing the title to The Black Jokers: The First Generation. The next part will come out as the first chapter of a new story The Black Jokers: The Second Generation. Thanks for all the reviews! More please!
To Elpida: Thanks for all of your encouragement! U r a true Bulgarian luva! LoL. Keep readin'!!!
To Davita: Thank you so much for the wonderful reviews! I love happy endings too and I think it will end up ending with happily ever after. If you wanna read a fairy tale sort of story try my Second Chance: A Samantha Story. It end with the words happily ever after! I swear!
To naavi0: Your review really and truly inspired me. I had almost given up on the story and you are my savior! LOL. I love your story. Please write more! If you can help me with some ideas it would be great! E mail me!
To Aurora: Thanks for liking it. I know that pink for a girl is kinda stereotypical, but I didn't how else to show the readers that she would be having twin girls without telling them straight out. If I'd said orange, would you have known they were girls?
To Giesbrecht: Thank you for the criticism! I love you for it! Thank you for letting me know where I need to improve! I will try to be more descriptive, even though I wanted to originally, tell the twins' story. That's why I was moving so fast. But I try to improve!
I told you that notebook was important! And you haven't seen the last of it either. Remember the girls' names! They will be extremely important for the plot. (I have to figure out how later.)
I carefully opened my eyes. To see a white ceiling with a crack off to the right side. I tried to lift my head up, but it felt as if a boulder stood on my forehead.
"Addie?" Sirius' voice made me remember my anger. But I was too tired to feel angry. "Are you awake?"
I nodded microscopically. "What happened?"
"You were cursed. Voldemort is after us. Lily and James too. That's why we're at a Muggle hospital. We have to be as inconspicuous as possible. We have to pretend that nothing is going on."
I gasped. Then I regretted everything I had said. "I'm sorry for everything. It seems so stupid." I groaned.
"So, how long have I been conked out and what's wrong with me? How much damage did this curse do?"
"Well, you have a mild concussion, and a couple of huge bruises, but no more. And you have been asleep for three days."
"What about the babies?" I looked at him with wide eyes, alarmed.
He didn't completely meet my gaze.
"Sirius! You have to tell me!"
"They're fine. For now at least . . ." He looked at me with a frightened sort of glance. "But he's after them. Them and James' baby."
My strength (the little that I had, anyway,) left me. I leaned back against my pillow, and felt the blood slowly drain out of my face. He's after my children. My and Sirius' babies. Our reasons for living. Help me someone! I thought desperately. Why? Why our twins?
Suddenly the pump next to my head beeped. A nurse rushed in the room.
"Are you okay sweet?" She studied my pale face. "You'll be okay, don't worry. And your babies are fine. Get some more rest." She pointed to Sirius.
"You! Leave her to rest. You can come back and visit later."
Sirius glanced at me and hesitated.
"Go!" I whispered hoarsely. He dropped a few books on my bedside table and left.
"I'll be back at four."
I closed my eyes and allowed sleep to settle my body.
When I woke up, I was alone in the room. I reached for the books Sirius had left on the table. As I read the titles, a smile donned on my lips.
A Nursery of Fairy Tales
The Pantheon: An Idiots Guide to Mythology
Troublemakers Throughout the Ages
But I was bored and exhausted enough to crack open anything, even a dictionary. I reached for the top book. The Fairy Tales. For the first time in eleven years, before my eyes appeared the words: Once upon a time . . .
* * *
I left the hospital after a week of Fairy Tales, Mythology and Troublemakers. I could easily distinguish Baba Yaga from the mean old witch (such prejudice!) in Hansel and Gretel, could tell you Cupid's Greek name and his entire family tree. I also knew Al Capone's biography to the last detail.
But we had absolutely no idea what to do about our situation. So we confided in Dumbledore. He advised to keep pretending that nothing was happening, while using the strongest protective charms on ourselves that we could.
We did.
On the fifth of July, we received an owl from Lily and James. They had a baby boy. Harry. We came out of hiding long enough to visit him.
He is adorable. Lily's preety eyes and James' black fuzz for hair. He's perfect and they love him to pieces. I hope our babies are as gorgeous and sweet . . .
Summer slowly faded into fall and my stomach began to grow. Sirius and I were delighted; our babies were perfectly healthy so far. That notebook, the one we fought about, I hadn't seen the last of. Sirius wrote in it regularly, but refused to show a word of it to me.
Voldemort grew stronger and stronger with each and every murder. The magical community grew more and more frightened. And so did we. James and Lily decided to have the Fidelius Charm performed on them. Sirius was to be their secret keeper.
When we asked Dumbledore if we should have the same charmed on us, he said it wasn't necessary until our twins were born.
There was a prophecy that had scared the Dark Lord. It apparently said that he would meet his downfall in our and Lily and James' children. So he decided to murder then before they could cause him any trouble.
I am scared witless.
*Halloween*
He killed Lily and James! He is a traitor. That notebook. I can't believe it! I loved a traitor! How could he? I hate him!!!!
Epilogue: Cornelius Fudge walked into the prison, blood chilled from the dementors. He stopped at the cell of a once handsome man not yet in his twenties.
"You have twin girls. They were born yesterday, February 13th, at five thirty two in the afternoon. Here." Fudge hands the man a note. Tears slide down the dirty cheeks as he opens the paper.
Eight words.
Vieara Audacia Marauda Black
Sophia Artemisa Pandora Black
To Elpida: Thanks for all of your encouragement! U r a true Bulgarian luva! LoL. Keep readin'!!!
To Davita: Thank you so much for the wonderful reviews! I love happy endings too and I think it will end up ending with happily ever after. If you wanna read a fairy tale sort of story try my Second Chance: A Samantha Story. It end with the words happily ever after! I swear!
To naavi0: Your review really and truly inspired me. I had almost given up on the story and you are my savior! LOL. I love your story. Please write more! If you can help me with some ideas it would be great! E mail me!
To Aurora: Thanks for liking it. I know that pink for a girl is kinda stereotypical, but I didn't how else to show the readers that she would be having twin girls without telling them straight out. If I'd said orange, would you have known they were girls?
To Giesbrecht: Thank you for the criticism! I love you for it! Thank you for letting me know where I need to improve! I will try to be more descriptive, even though I wanted to originally, tell the twins' story. That's why I was moving so fast. But I try to improve!
I told you that notebook was important! And you haven't seen the last of it either. Remember the girls' names! They will be extremely important for the plot. (I have to figure out how later.)
I carefully opened my eyes. To see a white ceiling with a crack off to the right side. I tried to lift my head up, but it felt as if a boulder stood on my forehead.
"Addie?" Sirius' voice made me remember my anger. But I was too tired to feel angry. "Are you awake?"
I nodded microscopically. "What happened?"
"You were cursed. Voldemort is after us. Lily and James too. That's why we're at a Muggle hospital. We have to be as inconspicuous as possible. We have to pretend that nothing is going on."
I gasped. Then I regretted everything I had said. "I'm sorry for everything. It seems so stupid." I groaned.
"So, how long have I been conked out and what's wrong with me? How much damage did this curse do?"
"Well, you have a mild concussion, and a couple of huge bruises, but no more. And you have been asleep for three days."
"What about the babies?" I looked at him with wide eyes, alarmed.
He didn't completely meet my gaze.
"Sirius! You have to tell me!"
"They're fine. For now at least . . ." He looked at me with a frightened sort of glance. "But he's after them. Them and James' baby."
My strength (the little that I had, anyway,) left me. I leaned back against my pillow, and felt the blood slowly drain out of my face. He's after my children. My and Sirius' babies. Our reasons for living. Help me someone! I thought desperately. Why? Why our twins?
Suddenly the pump next to my head beeped. A nurse rushed in the room.
"Are you okay sweet?" She studied my pale face. "You'll be okay, don't worry. And your babies are fine. Get some more rest." She pointed to Sirius.
"You! Leave her to rest. You can come back and visit later."
Sirius glanced at me and hesitated.
"Go!" I whispered hoarsely. He dropped a few books on my bedside table and left.
"I'll be back at four."
I closed my eyes and allowed sleep to settle my body.
When I woke up, I was alone in the room. I reached for the books Sirius had left on the table. As I read the titles, a smile donned on my lips.
A Nursery of Fairy Tales
The Pantheon: An Idiots Guide to Mythology
Troublemakers Throughout the Ages
But I was bored and exhausted enough to crack open anything, even a dictionary. I reached for the top book. The Fairy Tales. For the first time in eleven years, before my eyes appeared the words: Once upon a time . . .
* * *
I left the hospital after a week of Fairy Tales, Mythology and Troublemakers. I could easily distinguish Baba Yaga from the mean old witch (such prejudice!) in Hansel and Gretel, could tell you Cupid's Greek name and his entire family tree. I also knew Al Capone's biography to the last detail.
But we had absolutely no idea what to do about our situation. So we confided in Dumbledore. He advised to keep pretending that nothing was happening, while using the strongest protective charms on ourselves that we could.
We did.
On the fifth of July, we received an owl from Lily and James. They had a baby boy. Harry. We came out of hiding long enough to visit him.
He is adorable. Lily's preety eyes and James' black fuzz for hair. He's perfect and they love him to pieces. I hope our babies are as gorgeous and sweet . . .
Summer slowly faded into fall and my stomach began to grow. Sirius and I were delighted; our babies were perfectly healthy so far. That notebook, the one we fought about, I hadn't seen the last of. Sirius wrote in it regularly, but refused to show a word of it to me.
Voldemort grew stronger and stronger with each and every murder. The magical community grew more and more frightened. And so did we. James and Lily decided to have the Fidelius Charm performed on them. Sirius was to be their secret keeper.
When we asked Dumbledore if we should have the same charmed on us, he said it wasn't necessary until our twins were born.
There was a prophecy that had scared the Dark Lord. It apparently said that he would meet his downfall in our and Lily and James' children. So he decided to murder then before they could cause him any trouble.
I am scared witless.
*Halloween*
He killed Lily and James! He is a traitor. That notebook. I can't believe it! I loved a traitor! How could he? I hate him!!!!
Epilogue: Cornelius Fudge walked into the prison, blood chilled from the dementors. He stopped at the cell of a once handsome man not yet in his twenties.
"You have twin girls. They were born yesterday, February 13th, at five thirty two in the afternoon. Here." Fudge hands the man a note. Tears slide down the dirty cheeks as he opens the paper.
Eight words.
Vieara Audacia Marauda Black
Sophia Artemisa Pandora Black
