I need a beta-reader. Is anyone out there interested? You may have noticed the amount of times I have to
keep reposting this with typo's fixed, etc, so a beta would be very helpful. Please, HELP ME!
Well, here is chapter 6. Won't write too much here, you guys aren't here to read my rambles. My fondest
thanks to those who reveiwed. I know this sounds corny, but that kinda feedback makes me want to keep
writing. So thanks guys, you RULE.
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It felt good to be able to breathe again, even if the air was heavy and smelt quite interesting. The boys
walked in silence for a while, until Ron, who couldn't stand things being quiet, spoke.
"What do ya have to by?" he inquired, referring of course, to the 'supplies' he had spoken of before.
"Just have to visit Zonko's." was all he answered, a mischieveous glint in his eyes.
Ron nodded knowingly. "My brothers bought it last year, I could get you a discount."
That comment got Sirius' attention. He turned around sharply. "Really?!" He asked, eyes wide. "Cool!"
Ron grinned.
***
Harry poked a set of banana-yellow robes, looking disgusted. There really were some horrible looking dress
robes out here. He was glad his green ones were at least semi-normal looking.
He tapped his foot impatiently, waiting for his godfather to emerge from the dressing-room. Madam
Corayander, the manager of this little robe shop had sent him in there with at least ten different sets of robes,
and so far, he had tried on four. One deep purple, one khaki, one bottle-green, one red.
All horrible.
"I feel like an idiot." Came the slightly muffled reply from the depths of the dressing room.
"Is it that bad?" Harry groaned. This was starting to get really dull.
"Well, it's marginally better than those other ones." A small 'click' was audible as he unlocked the door. "If
you laugh I will personally kill you." He stepped out, an expectant look on his face. Harry smiled. Obviously
there were some really good dress robes out there as well.
Sirius was clad in robes of a silvery material that reminded Harry of his Invisibility Cloak. It shimmered when
he moved, contrasting with his unruly ebony hair. Granted, it was a little large for him, but the colour was
perfect.
Madam Corayander appeared, tape measure in hand, and regarded him critically. She smiled kindly at him.
"I think we've found the robes for you." She said happily, looking him up and down. "You look lovely,
dear."
Sirius smothered a snort, but Harry nodded vigourously in agreement.
"Let's buy them." He suggested, though right then he would have agreed to buy those banana-yellow robes -
- anything to get away from this place. He was beginning to feel jealous of Ron, who had been allowed to
escape to visit his brothers.
"I just need to make a few minor adjustments..." Madam Corayander beckoned Sirius into a small room
containing a short stool, which she gestured for Sirius to stand on. "Don't worry dear, it won't take long."
Sirius groaned. "Now I remember why I hated robe-shopping." He muttered darkly.
Madam Corayander set her magic tape-measure on him, while she bustled around, searching for scissors,
needle and thread.
"You don't need to stick around, you know." Sirius pointed out, noticing his godson's bored expression. "Go
find Ron. I'll be fine here."
Harry grinned in relief. "Thanks Sirius. See ya later, k?"
"If I survive this experience." He joked, putting on a brave sort of grimace.
***
Sirius walked out of Madam Corayander's robe shop half an hour later, with his new robes folded neatly in a
bag. It was doubtful they would stay neatly folded once he got back to Hogwarts, but at least they were for
now.
He found Zonko's easily, his memories of exploring Hogsmeade as a teenager were still fresh in his mind. It
did look different to how he remembered it, but it still had the unmistakable ZONKO'S sign, so he sauntered
in, immediately spotting Harry, Ron, and two identical looking redheads, who he supposed were Ron's
brothers.
He glanced around the semi-familiar shop, but found to his dismay that he, once an expert on Zonko's wares
in his youth, only recognized a few things. To him, this shop, full of new and exciting possibilities for pranks
was heaven. He sped around, looking at miscellaneous items in wonder, his expression similar to that of a
four-year-old in a sweet shop, while Harry, Ron, Fred and George looked on with amusement.
"That's Sirius." Ron informed his brothers, jerking his head in Sirius' direction. "You may have noticed, but
he's a bit of a prankster."
"Fancies himself a master of pranks, does he?" Fred grinned at his twin.
"We may just have to show him some of our skills." George's grin was just as evil as his twin's.
They nodded to each other, silently agreeing on their plan of attack. Fred grabbed a nearby plate of Canary
Creams, and George strode over to the engrossed teenager, gesturing for Harry and Ron to be quiet.
"So, interested in our fake wands, are you?" George interrupted Sirius' wide-eyed admiration at the contents
of the shelves. Sirius started, and wheeled around, instinct controlling his body for a moment. He quickly
gained control of himself, forcing a small grin.
"Yeah, this stuff's amazing."
George grinned in reply. "Me and Fred invented some of it ourselves, you know."
"You inve--"
"Free sample?" Fred appeared at Sirius' other side, weilding the platter of Canary Creams. He offered the
delicious-smelling plate to Sirius, his expression expertly free of any sign that it could be a trick. Sirius, who
was starving, (as many teenage boys are) gladly took one. Ron stifled a laugh as he popped it into his mouth.
POP!
Both twins cracked up at the sight of the large, black, bewildered looking canary that Sirius had turned into.
Harry and Ron roared with laughter, leaning against each other for support.
The laughter didn't subside until Sirius had begun to moult. Black feathers littered the floor of the shop, and
bits of Sirius started to appear...
It was Ron who first noticed something was wrong. The Sirius that emerged from the feathers looked
different... older...
He nudged Harry in the ribs, starting to feel the beginnings of panic. Sirius couldn't revert back to his normal
self here...
Fred looked up at what had first been a normal looking, teenage boy, then a canary, and now...
He felt his breath catch in his throat. He recognized the person standing next to him...
"Sirius Black!" He choked out, taking a step backwards.
Sirius looked down at him, first questioningly, then realization took over. He swore creatively. A soft thud
on his other side informed him that George had fainted. Fred however, was still slowly retreating, alternately
gibbering and swearing.
"It's not what you think..." Harry ran to Fred's side, while Ron dealt with George. "Calm down, Fred!"
"S-s-sirius Black..."
Sirius quickly pulled curtains across the shop windows, flipping over the 'Closed' sign. "If you'll stop babbling,
I'll explain." He said, his back to Fred and Harry.
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Ooooh, so Fred and George know about Siri's little secret! Sorry to everyone who asked in reveiws about
Seraphina Tenebres, so answers as of yet. Aren't I evil? But I'll give you a clue: Seraphim is the highest
order of angels, Tenebras in Latin means darkness. But she's not evil or anything.
Disclaimer: I don't own Sirius... :( Or anyone else.
Hope you guys are enjoying reading this storee as much as I am writing it!
To read is human, to review, divine.
keep reposting this with typo's fixed, etc, so a beta would be very helpful. Please, HELP ME!
Well, here is chapter 6. Won't write too much here, you guys aren't here to read my rambles. My fondest
thanks to those who reveiwed. I know this sounds corny, but that kinda feedback makes me want to keep
writing. So thanks guys, you RULE.
____________________________________________________________________________________
It felt good to be able to breathe again, even if the air was heavy and smelt quite interesting. The boys
walked in silence for a while, until Ron, who couldn't stand things being quiet, spoke.
"What do ya have to by?" he inquired, referring of course, to the 'supplies' he had spoken of before.
"Just have to visit Zonko's." was all he answered, a mischieveous glint in his eyes.
Ron nodded knowingly. "My brothers bought it last year, I could get you a discount."
That comment got Sirius' attention. He turned around sharply. "Really?!" He asked, eyes wide. "Cool!"
Ron grinned.
***
Harry poked a set of banana-yellow robes, looking disgusted. There really were some horrible looking dress
robes out here. He was glad his green ones were at least semi-normal looking.
He tapped his foot impatiently, waiting for his godfather to emerge from the dressing-room. Madam
Corayander, the manager of this little robe shop had sent him in there with at least ten different sets of robes,
and so far, he had tried on four. One deep purple, one khaki, one bottle-green, one red.
All horrible.
"I feel like an idiot." Came the slightly muffled reply from the depths of the dressing room.
"Is it that bad?" Harry groaned. This was starting to get really dull.
"Well, it's marginally better than those other ones." A small 'click' was audible as he unlocked the door. "If
you laugh I will personally kill you." He stepped out, an expectant look on his face. Harry smiled. Obviously
there were some really good dress robes out there as well.
Sirius was clad in robes of a silvery material that reminded Harry of his Invisibility Cloak. It shimmered when
he moved, contrasting with his unruly ebony hair. Granted, it was a little large for him, but the colour was
perfect.
Madam Corayander appeared, tape measure in hand, and regarded him critically. She smiled kindly at him.
"I think we've found the robes for you." She said happily, looking him up and down. "You look lovely,
dear."
Sirius smothered a snort, but Harry nodded vigourously in agreement.
"Let's buy them." He suggested, though right then he would have agreed to buy those banana-yellow robes -
- anything to get away from this place. He was beginning to feel jealous of Ron, who had been allowed to
escape to visit his brothers.
"I just need to make a few minor adjustments..." Madam Corayander beckoned Sirius into a small room
containing a short stool, which she gestured for Sirius to stand on. "Don't worry dear, it won't take long."
Sirius groaned. "Now I remember why I hated robe-shopping." He muttered darkly.
Madam Corayander set her magic tape-measure on him, while she bustled around, searching for scissors,
needle and thread.
"You don't need to stick around, you know." Sirius pointed out, noticing his godson's bored expression. "Go
find Ron. I'll be fine here."
Harry grinned in relief. "Thanks Sirius. See ya later, k?"
"If I survive this experience." He joked, putting on a brave sort of grimace.
***
Sirius walked out of Madam Corayander's robe shop half an hour later, with his new robes folded neatly in a
bag. It was doubtful they would stay neatly folded once he got back to Hogwarts, but at least they were for
now.
He found Zonko's easily, his memories of exploring Hogsmeade as a teenager were still fresh in his mind. It
did look different to how he remembered it, but it still had the unmistakable ZONKO'S sign, so he sauntered
in, immediately spotting Harry, Ron, and two identical looking redheads, who he supposed were Ron's
brothers.
He glanced around the semi-familiar shop, but found to his dismay that he, once an expert on Zonko's wares
in his youth, only recognized a few things. To him, this shop, full of new and exciting possibilities for pranks
was heaven. He sped around, looking at miscellaneous items in wonder, his expression similar to that of a
four-year-old in a sweet shop, while Harry, Ron, Fred and George looked on with amusement.
"That's Sirius." Ron informed his brothers, jerking his head in Sirius' direction. "You may have noticed, but
he's a bit of a prankster."
"Fancies himself a master of pranks, does he?" Fred grinned at his twin.
"We may just have to show him some of our skills." George's grin was just as evil as his twin's.
They nodded to each other, silently agreeing on their plan of attack. Fred grabbed a nearby plate of Canary
Creams, and George strode over to the engrossed teenager, gesturing for Harry and Ron to be quiet.
"So, interested in our fake wands, are you?" George interrupted Sirius' wide-eyed admiration at the contents
of the shelves. Sirius started, and wheeled around, instinct controlling his body for a moment. He quickly
gained control of himself, forcing a small grin.
"Yeah, this stuff's amazing."
George grinned in reply. "Me and Fred invented some of it ourselves, you know."
"You inve--"
"Free sample?" Fred appeared at Sirius' other side, weilding the platter of Canary Creams. He offered the
delicious-smelling plate to Sirius, his expression expertly free of any sign that it could be a trick. Sirius, who
was starving, (as many teenage boys are) gladly took one. Ron stifled a laugh as he popped it into his mouth.
POP!
Both twins cracked up at the sight of the large, black, bewildered looking canary that Sirius had turned into.
Harry and Ron roared with laughter, leaning against each other for support.
The laughter didn't subside until Sirius had begun to moult. Black feathers littered the floor of the shop, and
bits of Sirius started to appear...
It was Ron who first noticed something was wrong. The Sirius that emerged from the feathers looked
different... older...
He nudged Harry in the ribs, starting to feel the beginnings of panic. Sirius couldn't revert back to his normal
self here...
Fred looked up at what had first been a normal looking, teenage boy, then a canary, and now...
He felt his breath catch in his throat. He recognized the person standing next to him...
"Sirius Black!" He choked out, taking a step backwards.
Sirius looked down at him, first questioningly, then realization took over. He swore creatively. A soft thud
on his other side informed him that George had fainted. Fred however, was still slowly retreating, alternately
gibbering and swearing.
"It's not what you think..." Harry ran to Fred's side, while Ron dealt with George. "Calm down, Fred!"
"S-s-sirius Black..."
Sirius quickly pulled curtains across the shop windows, flipping over the 'Closed' sign. "If you'll stop babbling,
I'll explain." He said, his back to Fred and Harry.
_______________________________________________________________________________
Ooooh, so Fred and George know about Siri's little secret! Sorry to everyone who asked in reveiws about
Seraphina Tenebres, so answers as of yet. Aren't I evil? But I'll give you a clue: Seraphim is the highest
order of angels, Tenebras in Latin means darkness. But she's not evil or anything.
Disclaimer: I don't own Sirius... :( Or anyone else.
Hope you guys are enjoying reading this storee as much as I am writing it!
To read is human, to review, divine.