Title: Siriusly
Chapter: 5
By: The Miserable
Disclaimer: It's not mine. If I owned Harry Potter, or if I was making money for writing, I wouldn't spend nearly this much time online.
Rating: PG. A bit of strong language, nothing serious. It might up depending on what I write.
Spoilers: I'd have read 1-4.
Explanation: It has been quite some time since I last updated. Really, I'm truly sorry. I got caught up with creating an individual's life that can't even write his own platform statement! Okay. It's confusing. One of my teachers is giving us a project to create a presidential candidate that we have to guide through primaries and the whole electoral process. We have to convince around 6 or 7 classes that we have the best candidate. We have to write position statements, fill out a budget, write a life story, and advertise- and that's only thus far. I've created a site for him ([1]http://www.geocities.com/eagleparty) if you're interested. Did I mention we needed to create a party too? I thought you'd forgive me ;) Anyways, on with the story.
*~[.]~*
Dorothy continued acting like she had no idea Sirius was there. After all, she had promised Dumbledore that she would keep it quiet. There were only brief occasions that she even passed him in the corridor. She would bend down to scratch him behind his ears, and then carry on with her business.
Meanwhile, Sirius was leading quite a dull life. He was around Harry a lot more, so luckily, he got to spend more time with his Godson. He'd sneak into the Gryffindor tower when the Fat Lady looked away and sleep on the edge of Harry's bed. Gryffindors, after all, were known for their rule breaking, so no one had but the utmost respect for Harry. Smuggling a dog into Hogwarts- who would have thought of such a thing? Furthermore, why did Professor Dumbledore seem to approve of the dog?
There were only a few people at Hogwarts who knew who "Snuffles" really was, including Harry, Hermione, Ron, Professor Dumbledore, and Dorothy herself. There were times, of course, when Sirius would show his mischievous streak however.
Such was the afternoon before Christmas break, during their last lesson: Defense Against the Dark Arts.
"Should you come across a vampire," Dorothy rambled on, "keep in mind that they are people too, much like werewolves." Somewhere near the back of the class, Draco Malfoy snorted.
"Sorry Draco?" Dorothy asked, assuming he was being an imbecile. Not that that was unlikely, of course.
Malfoy glared at Harry. "Whoever told you that werewolves were harmless was quite mistaken. Haven't you heard who you have replaced?" Draco said in an oily voice, similar to that of his father's.
Harry began to stand, but Dorothy silenced him. "I know very well who I have replaced. Out of your last four teachers, Professor Lupin was the only respectable man of the bunch. He and I are friends---" and it was true, they were, "--- and it would do you well not to lose any more points in my class."
Draco continued, unwavering in the slightest to the threat. "I'm sure you would know what he's like. It's easy to tell about someone's personality after they've spent the night screaming your name after another fanciful shag..."
Dorothy's eyes popped open. "Excuse me?" Draco began to reply but was cut off. "Detention. And 15 points from Slytherin."
Draco smiled. "Well worth it."
The tension was broken by a scream, apparently exuded from Goyle, though rather high-pitched. In the doorway to the classroom stood a huge black dog, growling deep in his throat.
"Snuffles!" cried both Harry and Dorothy as the dog stalked into the room, while the Gryffindors exchanged nervous glances.
Thinking quickly, Dorothy screamed over the shuffle of students getting up on their desks and other high areas where they could avoid the dog, "Class dismissed!" At this, a very disappointed Sirius Black looked back at Dorothy with miserable little eyes. Hermione, Ron, and Harry rushed to the front of the room.
"We're not going to be expelled are we?" worried Hermione, shooting deathly glares at Sirius.
Sirius became human once more. "Of course not." With a sad little smile, "I'm in trouble, aren't I?"
References
1. http://www.geocities.com/eagleparty
Chapter: 5
By: The Miserable
Disclaimer: It's not mine. If I owned Harry Potter, or if I was making money for writing, I wouldn't spend nearly this much time online.
Rating: PG. A bit of strong language, nothing serious. It might up depending on what I write.
Spoilers: I'd have read 1-4.
Explanation: It has been quite some time since I last updated. Really, I'm truly sorry. I got caught up with creating an individual's life that can't even write his own platform statement! Okay. It's confusing. One of my teachers is giving us a project to create a presidential candidate that we have to guide through primaries and the whole electoral process. We have to convince around 6 or 7 classes that we have the best candidate. We have to write position statements, fill out a budget, write a life story, and advertise- and that's only thus far. I've created a site for him ([1]http://www.geocities.com/eagleparty) if you're interested. Did I mention we needed to create a party too? I thought you'd forgive me ;) Anyways, on with the story.
*~[.]~*
Dorothy continued acting like she had no idea Sirius was there. After all, she had promised Dumbledore that she would keep it quiet. There were only brief occasions that she even passed him in the corridor. She would bend down to scratch him behind his ears, and then carry on with her business.
Meanwhile, Sirius was leading quite a dull life. He was around Harry a lot more, so luckily, he got to spend more time with his Godson. He'd sneak into the Gryffindor tower when the Fat Lady looked away and sleep on the edge of Harry's bed. Gryffindors, after all, were known for their rule breaking, so no one had but the utmost respect for Harry. Smuggling a dog into Hogwarts- who would have thought of such a thing? Furthermore, why did Professor Dumbledore seem to approve of the dog?
There were only a few people at Hogwarts who knew who "Snuffles" really was, including Harry, Hermione, Ron, Professor Dumbledore, and Dorothy herself. There were times, of course, when Sirius would show his mischievous streak however.
Such was the afternoon before Christmas break, during their last lesson: Defense Against the Dark Arts.
"Should you come across a vampire," Dorothy rambled on, "keep in mind that they are people too, much like werewolves." Somewhere near the back of the class, Draco Malfoy snorted.
"Sorry Draco?" Dorothy asked, assuming he was being an imbecile. Not that that was unlikely, of course.
Malfoy glared at Harry. "Whoever told you that werewolves were harmless was quite mistaken. Haven't you heard who you have replaced?" Draco said in an oily voice, similar to that of his father's.
Harry began to stand, but Dorothy silenced him. "I know very well who I have replaced. Out of your last four teachers, Professor Lupin was the only respectable man of the bunch. He and I are friends---" and it was true, they were, "--- and it would do you well not to lose any more points in my class."
Draco continued, unwavering in the slightest to the threat. "I'm sure you would know what he's like. It's easy to tell about someone's personality after they've spent the night screaming your name after another fanciful shag..."
Dorothy's eyes popped open. "Excuse me?" Draco began to reply but was cut off. "Detention. And 15 points from Slytherin."
Draco smiled. "Well worth it."
The tension was broken by a scream, apparently exuded from Goyle, though rather high-pitched. In the doorway to the classroom stood a huge black dog, growling deep in his throat.
"Snuffles!" cried both Harry and Dorothy as the dog stalked into the room, while the Gryffindors exchanged nervous glances.
Thinking quickly, Dorothy screamed over the shuffle of students getting up on their desks and other high areas where they could avoid the dog, "Class dismissed!" At this, a very disappointed Sirius Black looked back at Dorothy with miserable little eyes. Hermione, Ron, and Harry rushed to the front of the room.
"We're not going to be expelled are we?" worried Hermione, shooting deathly glares at Sirius.
Sirius became human once more. "Of course not." With a sad little smile, "I'm in trouble, aren't I?"
References
1. http://www.geocities.com/eagleparty