Summer of Discontent.
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Searching for the Moon
Summary- What happened when Dumbledore sent Sirius to find those people after the end of book 4.
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recap-
"Sirius, i need you to set off at once. You are to alert Remus Lupin, Arabella Figg, Mundungus Fletcher - the old crowd. Lie low at Lupin's for a while, I will contact you there."
page 618, GoF.
okay- thats where we start...
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Sirius stopped under the shade of a large oak tree. The summer heat was getting to him already. He was going to go to Remus' first. Stop there then carry on with Remus. He didn't dare go to Arabella and Mundungus without his friend. Who knows what they'd do when they saw him. And no one was ever calmer during a crisis than Moony.
He looked down at his paws, glistening in the heat. Black fur wasn't really the best of things to have on your back when you were planning a long sunny journey. He still had quite a few miles ahead of him. Professor Dumbledore had sent an owl after him... giving him addresses of where to find his old friend. Apparently Remus had left no permanent address when he left, but a list of places where he may or may not be found...
"Well hello there old chap... Lost your way?" Came a friendly voice from the roadside.
Sirius the dog whined.
"C'mon lad, our farmhouse isn't far, you can have a bowl of water." An old farmer had stopped his milk float to see what was wring with the big black bundle of fur under the trees.
Sirius needed no other offerings, he jumped onto the back of the empty milk cart, alongside some of the empty bottles, and was driven into the nearest village where the cart stopped outside a small cottage.
"Here y'are lad, come on inside, the missus wont mind, she's out with the sheep today." The man opened the door and warily Sirius padded inside, following the man into the kitchen. "You got a name, lad?"
Sirius barked a few times, in his human mind meaning to say- "yeah, Sirius the escaped convict who is highly dangerous and supposedly mad Black- at your service."
"Well you ain't got no name tag.. i'll call yer Blackie."
'Close enough.' Sirius thought, cooling himself down by laying on the stone flagged floor.
"I got to go out, lad. Bring back the wife, i'll be back soon enough dont you worry, just you have a nice rest?" The man picked up his jacket and left through the side door.
Once Sirius was satisfied he had left and wasnt going to suddenly return, he transformed with a pop into his Human form and walked into the lounge. "Still have that wondeful charm then." Sirius muttered to himself. "Loveable stray indeed." He picked up a map of the county off the bookshelf and put it in his cloak pocket. Walking back into the kitchen, he drained a glassful of milk out of the fridge and opened the door. Transforming back into a dog again, he disappeared out into the village.
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Remus was sitting in a ragged chair by the open garden doors to his little log cabin. He was reading a selection of Muggle books he had bought on his way here. One in particular- Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy had caught his attention. He was pouring through the seeming endless chapters about Arthur Dent and Krikkit when a sharp knock to his door awoke him from his reverie.
"Its open." Remus called out, expecting it to be one of the young children from the nearby village, wanting to hear some fantastical story of magical beasts or something, so was both shocked and pleasantly surprised to hear a familiar voice calling back to him.
"For someone who has werewolf on his resume, you might want to be a bit more WARY of who you let in..." Sirius grinned at his old friend- "Could be an evil murderous fiend or something."
"Padfoot!" Remus embraced his friend in a brotherly hug. "You didn't tell me you were heading here.."
"Didn't exactly leave a definite address did you." Sirius muttered. "Good to see you in one piece."
"You too." Remus glanced at the state of Sirius, "Though you're not going for the ladies charm this season i see."
"Nah, the rugged look's supposedly in this year..." Siruis gave a quick twirl. "Actually I dont dare wash them... but thats not the point."
"I heard... About Harry and the Tournament... I'm glad you were there." Remus changed the subject to a more serious tone.
"Remus.." Sirius ran a hand through his hair... "Dumbledore sent me here. I have some bad news connected to that..."
"HARRY?" Remus asked quickly,
"No." Sirius shook his head, "Well, not really, i mean, let me explain..." Siruis told Remus all about Barty Crouch, the disappearances, how the cup was a portkey and had taken Harry and Cedric straight to Voldemort.
"Lord Voldemort? But how.." Remus asked incredulously as if it was all a bad dream.
"Wormtail, did some spell or something, used Harry's blood, Remus.. he's back..." Sirius said quietly, flumping down into a chair. "Its a miracle Harry's okay.. i wish... oh i dont know..."
"What did Dumbledore tell you to do?" Remus asked calmly.
"Figg and Fletcher, i have to alert them, as soon as he gives me word. I'm to lay low here for a while."
"Trust Dumbledore to impose you upon my hospitality..." Remus gave a mock shudder. "You can have the carpet near the fire..."
"Do you think they'll listen to me?" Sirius looked up at the ceiling. "I dont know what Dumbledore's thinking, sending me of all people to alert them. They'll probably kill me on the spot."
"I'm coming with you," Remus suddenly spoke up, "If i'm there.. they wont be so hasty."
"Yeah.. a werewolf and a murderer. This is going to go so well." Sirius shook his head. "I must send a few notes, to Harry an Dumbledore, tell them i've found you. And am awaiting orders."
"How is he?" Remus asked, conjuring up an orange juice.
"Who? Harry?"
"No, the fleas on your back.. of course Harry." Remus rolled his eyes.
"I'm not sure." Sirius frowned. "He was trying his best to be brave, keep a straight face... its too early to tell anything... And being with the Dursleys wont help one bit... He went through so much in such a short period of maybe half an hour maybe less, i cant remember now. But hes got his friends, he has us.. if he ever wants to talk..."
"We can go see him you know." Remus said quietly, "You know Arabella Figg is in Little Whining. That's where he lives, yes?"
"Yeah." Sirius's face brightened. "Birthday surprise maybe."
"Remus?" Came a voice from the doorway, "The door's open and i..."
"Hello you." Remus smiled up at the lady, "This is my friend, Siruis Black."
"Sirius... Black??" SHe fell to the floor in a dead faint.
"I knew i was good." Sirius muttered grinning, "Didn't realise i still had that effect."
"Padfoot! Shes the muggle shopkeeper from the village..." Remus rolled his eyes. This was going to take some explaining.
TBC
1 of 3-
Searching for the Moon
Summary- What happened when Dumbledore sent Sirius to find those people after the end of book 4.
-*-
recap-
"Sirius, i need you to set off at once. You are to alert Remus Lupin, Arabella Figg, Mundungus Fletcher - the old crowd. Lie low at Lupin's for a while, I will contact you there."
page 618, GoF.
okay- thats where we start...
-*-
Sirius stopped under the shade of a large oak tree. The summer heat was getting to him already. He was going to go to Remus' first. Stop there then carry on with Remus. He didn't dare go to Arabella and Mundungus without his friend. Who knows what they'd do when they saw him. And no one was ever calmer during a crisis than Moony.
He looked down at his paws, glistening in the heat. Black fur wasn't really the best of things to have on your back when you were planning a long sunny journey. He still had quite a few miles ahead of him. Professor Dumbledore had sent an owl after him... giving him addresses of where to find his old friend. Apparently Remus had left no permanent address when he left, but a list of places where he may or may not be found...
"Well hello there old chap... Lost your way?" Came a friendly voice from the roadside.
Sirius the dog whined.
"C'mon lad, our farmhouse isn't far, you can have a bowl of water." An old farmer had stopped his milk float to see what was wring with the big black bundle of fur under the trees.
Sirius needed no other offerings, he jumped onto the back of the empty milk cart, alongside some of the empty bottles, and was driven into the nearest village where the cart stopped outside a small cottage.
"Here y'are lad, come on inside, the missus wont mind, she's out with the sheep today." The man opened the door and warily Sirius padded inside, following the man into the kitchen. "You got a name, lad?"
Sirius barked a few times, in his human mind meaning to say- "yeah, Sirius the escaped convict who is highly dangerous and supposedly mad Black- at your service."
"Well you ain't got no name tag.. i'll call yer Blackie."
'Close enough.' Sirius thought, cooling himself down by laying on the stone flagged floor.
"I got to go out, lad. Bring back the wife, i'll be back soon enough dont you worry, just you have a nice rest?" The man picked up his jacket and left through the side door.
Once Sirius was satisfied he had left and wasnt going to suddenly return, he transformed with a pop into his Human form and walked into the lounge. "Still have that wondeful charm then." Sirius muttered to himself. "Loveable stray indeed." He picked up a map of the county off the bookshelf and put it in his cloak pocket. Walking back into the kitchen, he drained a glassful of milk out of the fridge and opened the door. Transforming back into a dog again, he disappeared out into the village.
-*-
Remus was sitting in a ragged chair by the open garden doors to his little log cabin. He was reading a selection of Muggle books he had bought on his way here. One in particular- Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy had caught his attention. He was pouring through the seeming endless chapters about Arthur Dent and Krikkit when a sharp knock to his door awoke him from his reverie.
"Its open." Remus called out, expecting it to be one of the young children from the nearby village, wanting to hear some fantastical story of magical beasts or something, so was both shocked and pleasantly surprised to hear a familiar voice calling back to him.
"For someone who has werewolf on his resume, you might want to be a bit more WARY of who you let in..." Sirius grinned at his old friend- "Could be an evil murderous fiend or something."
"Padfoot!" Remus embraced his friend in a brotherly hug. "You didn't tell me you were heading here.."
"Didn't exactly leave a definite address did you." Sirius muttered. "Good to see you in one piece."
"You too." Remus glanced at the state of Sirius, "Though you're not going for the ladies charm this season i see."
"Nah, the rugged look's supposedly in this year..." Siruis gave a quick twirl. "Actually I dont dare wash them... but thats not the point."
"I heard... About Harry and the Tournament... I'm glad you were there." Remus changed the subject to a more serious tone.
"Remus.." Sirius ran a hand through his hair... "Dumbledore sent me here. I have some bad news connected to that..."
"HARRY?" Remus asked quickly,
"No." Sirius shook his head, "Well, not really, i mean, let me explain..." Siruis told Remus all about Barty Crouch, the disappearances, how the cup was a portkey and had taken Harry and Cedric straight to Voldemort.
"Lord Voldemort? But how.." Remus asked incredulously as if it was all a bad dream.
"Wormtail, did some spell or something, used Harry's blood, Remus.. he's back..." Sirius said quietly, flumping down into a chair. "Its a miracle Harry's okay.. i wish... oh i dont know..."
"What did Dumbledore tell you to do?" Remus asked calmly.
"Figg and Fletcher, i have to alert them, as soon as he gives me word. I'm to lay low here for a while."
"Trust Dumbledore to impose you upon my hospitality..." Remus gave a mock shudder. "You can have the carpet near the fire..."
"Do you think they'll listen to me?" Sirius looked up at the ceiling. "I dont know what Dumbledore's thinking, sending me of all people to alert them. They'll probably kill me on the spot."
"I'm coming with you," Remus suddenly spoke up, "If i'm there.. they wont be so hasty."
"Yeah.. a werewolf and a murderer. This is going to go so well." Sirius shook his head. "I must send a few notes, to Harry an Dumbledore, tell them i've found you. And am awaiting orders."
"How is he?" Remus asked, conjuring up an orange juice.
"Who? Harry?"
"No, the fleas on your back.. of course Harry." Remus rolled his eyes.
"I'm not sure." Sirius frowned. "He was trying his best to be brave, keep a straight face... its too early to tell anything... And being with the Dursleys wont help one bit... He went through so much in such a short period of maybe half an hour maybe less, i cant remember now. But hes got his friends, he has us.. if he ever wants to talk..."
"We can go see him you know." Remus said quietly, "You know Arabella Figg is in Little Whining. That's where he lives, yes?"
"Yeah." Sirius's face brightened. "Birthday surprise maybe."
"Remus?" Came a voice from the doorway, "The door's open and i..."
"Hello you." Remus smiled up at the lady, "This is my friend, Siruis Black."
"Sirius... Black??" SHe fell to the floor in a dead faint.
"I knew i was good." Sirius muttered grinning, "Didn't realise i still had that effect."
"Padfoot! Shes the muggle shopkeeper from the village..." Remus rolled his eyes. This was going to take some explaining.
TBC