Title: Siriusly
Spoilers: Uhh… 1-4, some stuff I guess for 5
Disclaimer: I kinda own Dorothy (the DADA teacher) and the plot of this story, not any other's that I may mention (say, 1-4).J.K.'s rockin' the rest. I have no affiliation with her, nor the Harry Potter Series, nor Scholastic or any other publishing company. Leave me the hell alone, I'm only 15.
Hi!: I need a BETA reader for this series if anyone's interested… leave me a note or an email at fallentear04@yahoo.com. Thanks! … This is the second in a series. I'll get to a real plot any moment. More important hi though: Belle, thanks for the note (
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The door to the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher's room was open. Wafting through the air, breaking Sirius' silence was the sounds of showtunes.
*For God's sake,* thought Sirius. If he weren't an escaped convict (definitely imprisoned for a crime he never committed mind you), he would have stomped in there long ago and grabbed the nearest Sneak-o-scope or whatnot so that he'd have something to throw at that horrid Muggle contraption.
*Then again... eckeltricity doesn't work on Hogwarts grounds...*
Intrigued, Sirius, the big black dog, made his way past the door and stuck his shaggy black head in. A brunette woman was sitting at the only desk in the room correcting papers with a big red quill, alternating humming measures of music and singing the lyrics she knew. She didn't have a bad voice, though nothing to brag about. She was new of course. If a student had heard her, she would have been the object of ridicule for quite some time. She of course, took that moment to look up.
Clearly the woman was frightened of dogs. Her eyes widened, and with a flick of her wrist, the dog was unconscious.
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"Merlin's beard, what have you done?" Seconds later, a shocked Dumbledore, who seemingly had been following Sirius around the castle to ensure he didn't get into too much trouble, hurried into the classroom and shut the door after dragging Sirius' limp, dog-like body into the room.
The woman still seemed shocked, if not more-so.
"Headmaster, I wasn't aware there were stray animals running loose in the school. If I had been, I would... well, probably still taken the job, but with a lot more caution!"
Dumbeldore seemed vaguely calmer. "No worries. Ennervate," he muttered, pointing at Sirius.
Though Dumbledore was well versed in this spell, even he didn't expect it. Sirius, who was completely knocked out and oblivious to his surroundings had begun to transform...
If Dorothy (the new professor) was shocked at the sight of what seemed to her a grim, she was damned near a heart attack at the sight of Sirius Black, the bastard who had killed the parents of what was no doubt her most intriguing student. Words evaded her vocabulary. Well, she could always utter "Holy shit..." but that wouldn't be very ladylike...
"Aww shit" muttered Dumbledore. Dorothy blinked once, then stared at the man with wondering eyes. Maybe the senility had finally kicked in. Then she shrugged. *That's pretty wicked,* she thought. How many people had ever heard him utter those words?
Dorothy instantly calmed. Dumbledore seemed mildly upset. Why wasn't he kicking Black's ass? The man seemed rather brittle, but the amazing thing about wands is that they don't seem to care about the muscle power behind them.
Sirius began looking around too, then realized that Dorothy had been staring at him.
"Oh shit...," then, when he realized she wasn't quite screaming her head off like Mrs. Weasley had done, he added,"... showtunes?"
Spoilers: Uhh… 1-4, some stuff I guess for 5
Disclaimer: I kinda own Dorothy (the DADA teacher) and the plot of this story, not any other's that I may mention (say, 1-4).J.K.'s rockin' the rest. I have no affiliation with her, nor the Harry Potter Series, nor Scholastic or any other publishing company. Leave me the hell alone, I'm only 15.
Hi!: I need a BETA reader for this series if anyone's interested… leave me a note or an email at fallentear04@yahoo.com. Thanks! … This is the second in a series. I'll get to a real plot any moment. More important hi though: Belle, thanks for the note (
*~[ . ]~*
The door to the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher's room was open. Wafting through the air, breaking Sirius' silence was the sounds of showtunes.
*For God's sake,* thought Sirius. If he weren't an escaped convict (definitely imprisoned for a crime he never committed mind you), he would have stomped in there long ago and grabbed the nearest Sneak-o-scope or whatnot so that he'd have something to throw at that horrid Muggle contraption.
*Then again... eckeltricity doesn't work on Hogwarts grounds...*
Intrigued, Sirius, the big black dog, made his way past the door and stuck his shaggy black head in. A brunette woman was sitting at the only desk in the room correcting papers with a big red quill, alternating humming measures of music and singing the lyrics she knew. She didn't have a bad voice, though nothing to brag about. She was new of course. If a student had heard her, she would have been the object of ridicule for quite some time. She of course, took that moment to look up.
Clearly the woman was frightened of dogs. Her eyes widened, and with a flick of her wrist, the dog was unconscious.
*~[ . ]~*
"Merlin's beard, what have you done?" Seconds later, a shocked Dumbledore, who seemingly had been following Sirius around the castle to ensure he didn't get into too much trouble, hurried into the classroom and shut the door after dragging Sirius' limp, dog-like body into the room.
The woman still seemed shocked, if not more-so.
"Headmaster, I wasn't aware there were stray animals running loose in the school. If I had been, I would... well, probably still taken the job, but with a lot more caution!"
Dumbeldore seemed vaguely calmer. "No worries. Ennervate," he muttered, pointing at Sirius.
Though Dumbledore was well versed in this spell, even he didn't expect it. Sirius, who was completely knocked out and oblivious to his surroundings had begun to transform...
If Dorothy (the new professor) was shocked at the sight of what seemed to her a grim, she was damned near a heart attack at the sight of Sirius Black, the bastard who had killed the parents of what was no doubt her most intriguing student. Words evaded her vocabulary. Well, she could always utter "Holy shit..." but that wouldn't be very ladylike...
"Aww shit" muttered Dumbledore. Dorothy blinked once, then stared at the man with wondering eyes. Maybe the senility had finally kicked in. Then she shrugged. *That's pretty wicked,* she thought. How many people had ever heard him utter those words?
Dorothy instantly calmed. Dumbledore seemed mildly upset. Why wasn't he kicking Black's ass? The man seemed rather brittle, but the amazing thing about wands is that they don't seem to care about the muscle power behind them.
Sirius began looking around too, then realized that Dorothy had been staring at him.
"Oh shit...," then, when he realized she wasn't quite screaming her head off like Mrs. Weasley had done, he added,"... showtunes?"