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 got 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.
Chapter 4: Dorothy's thoughts
I think I've come a long way from my time here at Hogwarts. After all, 10+ years to mull things over is quite some time, but now I'm back.
My first year at Hogwarts... I still remember the whispers. My acceptance letter came right at the beginning of Voldemort's rise. The ministry began to get frantic, trying to cover up for the recent rash of Muggle killings and giant skulls in the skies that didn't seem quite natural to the Muggles.
My parents were idiots. They must have been the first couple to get caught torturing the Muggles. I was left an orphan, because they put up a fight. The aurors brought them within an inch of death, and when they realized they were going to Azkaban, they killed themselves. It didn't take much.
The media dove onto it. The ministry was so happy- it finally seemed like they were getting something accomplished (when it really took a little kid to do their job for them). It was in papers all over the world. I had to face a group of 1000 students who were going to hate me because of what my wretched parents had done. I arrived at Hogwarts (after inheriting a fair amount of money from my parents) and joined the others in the hall. It didn't take long for most to realize who I was. I had, after all, taken on my mother's appearance down to each little fault. It didn't take long for my name to be called to be sorted.
As Sirius Black hopped off the chair (a proud, if a little smug, new Gryffindor), Professor McGonagall hesitated, but just like every other name, announced me to the student body. "Circe, Dorothy."
I walked rather cautiously to the front of the room and placed the hat on my head.
"A little sad of eye, I see," the hat told me. "An affinity to find what's not really there. Quite curious. A good mind... No chance of Hufflepuff here though. Your best bet would be GRYFFINDOR!"
A silence loomed over the Great Hall. They had all expected me to go to Slytherin- as had I! I hopped down and moved to an empty spot at the end of the Gryffindor table. I placed my head in my arms... I suppose I figured if I couldn't see them, then maybe they just wouldn't exist. Apparently that only works when the rest comply and are willing to leave you alone. Soon, I felt a hand tapping my shoulder. The boy who had been sorted before me had slid into the seat beside me.
"Alright?" Such a simple question, but I was shocked that anyone cared. I immediately assumed that this was something of a sick joke... but nodded anyway. I just wanted to get rid of him as fast as I could.
"My name is Sirius," he continued. Still quieter, so only I could hear, "You know, what you're born holds no bearing on what you become."
I still ignored him, even as his friends came and sat around us... Lily Evans, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, and James Potter... all sorted into Gryffindor. All had accepted me for who I was now, not who I was born.
Over the course of the next seven years, I became rather well acquaintences with all of them, but found myself favoring the Slytherin group. Lucius Malfoy loved me, he had the aspirations to be associated with the greater power. I was the only girl in school whose parents were convicted Death Eaters. Still though, I never forgot Sirius' words, but then he went to Azkaban.
I remembered reading it in the papers. Wizards and witches everywhere would still scuttle around me in the streets. The person who had told me to be bigger than that had fallen into it himself.
Then there were rumors this summer... Voldemort coming back. I joined him.
I don't know what made me do it. Maybe I wanted to see Sirius. Maybe I wanted to see him die. That was obviously where he had gone after he freed himself from that horrid place with the horrible beings that manifested themselves in the world. I met Voldemort. I joined him. However, before I was to become a fully fledged (and tatooed) member, I had to perform a task.
You can imagine my shock when I found out Wormtail was alive. It meant that everything I knew had been a lie. Sirius had faith in me, and here I was, selling out to the lowest batch of scum that Godric Gryffindor wouldn't have so much as laid eyes upon.
As a personal favor to both Wormtail and the Dark Lord, I was to kill him. Torture him if I like, but kill him, nonetheless. He, after all, had a father's love for Harry. That just wouldn't do.
I came to Hogwarts. That's where Wormtail had seen Sirius last. I had been fed with knowledge regarding Sirius' actions during his time at Hogwarts to his favorite color. If I wasn't mistaken, Peter had grown fond of me. I prefer, not wasting my time on the weak- thanks.
Finally I saw Sirius. I knew he had the ability to transform into a dog, but I couldn't kill him there. What if this was a random dog- not Sirius after all? I'd be screwed.
Then I heard him talk, and it all changed.
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 got 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.
Chapter 4: Dorothy's thoughts
I think I've come a long way from my time here at Hogwarts. After all, 10+ years to mull things over is quite some time, but now I'm back.
My first year at Hogwarts... I still remember the whispers. My acceptance letter came right at the beginning of Voldemort's rise. The ministry began to get frantic, trying to cover up for the recent rash of Muggle killings and giant skulls in the skies that didn't seem quite natural to the Muggles.
My parents were idiots. They must have been the first couple to get caught torturing the Muggles. I was left an orphan, because they put up a fight. The aurors brought them within an inch of death, and when they realized they were going to Azkaban, they killed themselves. It didn't take much.
The media dove onto it. The ministry was so happy- it finally seemed like they were getting something accomplished (when it really took a little kid to do their job for them). It was in papers all over the world. I had to face a group of 1000 students who were going to hate me because of what my wretched parents had done. I arrived at Hogwarts (after inheriting a fair amount of money from my parents) and joined the others in the hall. It didn't take long for most to realize who I was. I had, after all, taken on my mother's appearance down to each little fault. It didn't take long for my name to be called to be sorted.
As Sirius Black hopped off the chair (a proud, if a little smug, new Gryffindor), Professor McGonagall hesitated, but just like every other name, announced me to the student body. "Circe, Dorothy."
I walked rather cautiously to the front of the room and placed the hat on my head.
"A little sad of eye, I see," the hat told me. "An affinity to find what's not really there. Quite curious. A good mind... No chance of Hufflepuff here though. Your best bet would be GRYFFINDOR!"
A silence loomed over the Great Hall. They had all expected me to go to Slytherin- as had I! I hopped down and moved to an empty spot at the end of the Gryffindor table. I placed my head in my arms... I suppose I figured if I couldn't see them, then maybe they just wouldn't exist. Apparently that only works when the rest comply and are willing to leave you alone. Soon, I felt a hand tapping my shoulder. The boy who had been sorted before me had slid into the seat beside me.
"Alright?" Such a simple question, but I was shocked that anyone cared. I immediately assumed that this was something of a sick joke... but nodded anyway. I just wanted to get rid of him as fast as I could.
"My name is Sirius," he continued. Still quieter, so only I could hear, "You know, what you're born holds no bearing on what you become."
I still ignored him, even as his friends came and sat around us... Lily Evans, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, and James Potter... all sorted into Gryffindor. All had accepted me for who I was now, not who I was born.
Over the course of the next seven years, I became rather well acquaintences with all of them, but found myself favoring the Slytherin group. Lucius Malfoy loved me, he had the aspirations to be associated with the greater power. I was the only girl in school whose parents were convicted Death Eaters. Still though, I never forgot Sirius' words, but then he went to Azkaban.
I remembered reading it in the papers. Wizards and witches everywhere would still scuttle around me in the streets. The person who had told me to be bigger than that had fallen into it himself.
Then there were rumors this summer... Voldemort coming back. I joined him.
I don't know what made me do it. Maybe I wanted to see Sirius. Maybe I wanted to see him die. That was obviously where he had gone after he freed himself from that horrid place with the horrible beings that manifested themselves in the world. I met Voldemort. I joined him. However, before I was to become a fully fledged (and tatooed) member, I had to perform a task.
You can imagine my shock when I found out Wormtail was alive. It meant that everything I knew had been a lie. Sirius had faith in me, and here I was, selling out to the lowest batch of scum that Godric Gryffindor wouldn't have so much as laid eyes upon.
As a personal favor to both Wormtail and the Dark Lord, I was to kill him. Torture him if I like, but kill him, nonetheless. He, after all, had a father's love for Harry. That just wouldn't do.
I came to Hogwarts. That's where Wormtail had seen Sirius last. I had been fed with knowledge regarding Sirius' actions during his time at Hogwarts to his favorite color. If I wasn't mistaken, Peter had grown fond of me. I prefer, not wasting my time on the weak- thanks.
Finally I saw Sirius. I knew he had the ability to transform into a dog, but I couldn't kill him there. What if this was a random dog- not Sirius after all? I'd be screwed.
Then I heard him talk, and it all changed.