Disclaimer: The plot is mine and the images but not the characters, J.K.
own them. *weep*
Author's Note: YAY! Good response for five, I was really nervous that it wouldn't pan out because I usually write romance and this was more of a dramatic comedy. Ok, another short one because I should be doing homework.
"Green ties and Blue ties"
As Sirius and Harry went through the pictures aches returned to their hearts, Sirius had a longing to return to the past and Harry yearned to change his future, for his family. Pictures flashed by as the pages turned; Sirius running down a Quidditch Pitch, his mother in a white communion dress, Peter at Christmas and his father sitting by a tree with two people at his shoulders. A tall woman with black hair and a balding man with elaborate robes.
"Who are they?" A perplexed Harry asked Sirius.
"Oh, they're Mr. and Mrs. Potter." Sirius replied without thinking as his eyes scanned the pages.
"You mean my grandparents?" Harry asked again staring harder at the couple.
"James' parents, yes, your grandparents." Sirius glanced at them in the album. He remembered them well from spending summers at James' house. James' father was always out at the Ministry but he was a good man and Sarah Potter was a lady. A real lady in the classical sense, the kind that you dance with at balls and marry under a starry night. Sarah was a kind of second mother to Sirius because Sirius' own mother, Cassie (Cassiopeia, get it?) had died when he was very young. "Sarah and Mathew Potter. They were great people, top member of the ministry and a great healer. Your grandmother could cure nearly anything with plants, potions, and her wand. I remember your father never being able to get out anything because he was sick."
"What do you mean?" Harry asked again.
"Playing twenty questions now are we? Yes I'll tell you."
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"James, honey, come on we are running late!" Sarah Potter yelled up the steps. Her husband, Mathew had a business meeting and insisted that the whole family come so that he didn't have to endure it alone. Mathew was a brilliant mind, articulate and creative but very dependant on Sarah.
"Mum I really don't think I should come, I *cough* think I am getting sick." James mumbled down the steps.
"You know how important this is for your father. We have to support him in this." Sarah said placing a golden snitch charm around her neck. The Potters had money and not from Mathew's work at the Ministry, they paid him bear minimum and certainly not for her healing work, she did most of that for free. The Potter's money came from Quidditch, or to be more precise from Snitches. Mathew's great Uncle had invented the little things and as the sport grew more popular the more royalties they would inherit, being the only living Potter's.
"It's not like he is making a speech or something. It's just another boring meeting with dull paper pushers." James rambled back.
"I've told you, your father isn't a paper pusher." Sarah replied, "He works very hard."
"I know he does and he doesn't push papers, I know." He said.
"Good now come on down." Sarah turned, the fabric of her royal blue dress rustlings as she spun, her heels clapping on the marble floor.
"He isn't a paper pusher he just has paper pushed on him." James whispered to himself.
"I can hear you." Sarah shouted so he could hear her.
"If you could cook as well as she could hear I wouldn't have what are the early signs of food poisoning." He whispered once again.
"I can still hear you and I can cook." Sarah said as she started up the stairs, she could hear James cough and sneeze as she passed the picture of her great-grandfather Godric.
"Yes you can Mum, you cook some things perfectly, burnt toast for example." James said.
"Ha ha, very funny, now tell me your symptoms." Sarah put her hand on his forehead, feeling a slight fever.
"I'm sick."
"Symptoms James, not your diagnosis." She raised her eyes brows in response and felt his back which was clammy.
"Ok, fine, sore throat, cough *sneeze* and apparently a sneeze as well." He sat down and ran his hand through his hair causing the charcoal strands to become more disheveled.
"Stomach hurt?"
"A bit." He said placing a hand unconsciously on his abdomen.
"Ok, one minute. An infusion of anthelas and mushrooms should make you feel better and a simple spell should get rid of that fever. Let me go and get the potion and you go get a tie." She turned to sweep down to the kitchen where she kept her plants and herbs.
"I have a tie." James said holding up his dark green tie.
"If your pants are blue do you really think I'll let you wear a green tie?" She called back from the kitchen.
"I thought the pants were dark green." James said resigning to go to yet another dull dinner as he walked back into his room to get a blue tie.
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"He hated those balls, your father wasn't one for black tie affairs, or should I say blue tie affairs?" Sirius said.
"Green ties weren't his fancy either." Harry said.
Sirius chuckled and his eyes lit up.
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Ok, another chapter down and I have no idea how many more to go. Now for my thank yous.
WeasleyTwinsLover1112: Hi, thank you so much! Yup, I'm working on this one a lot.
Moonlight: Hi, you ask and I give. Chapter six is here and more is coming.
Kristatwen: Thanks Krista, no problem. I'll keep going.
Heather: Krista's sister Heather? No, breaks will not be that long, truth be told I was working constantly on Girl of Your Dreams, my other long story on ff.net and this was put on hold but I found that if I write both stories my mind sort of picks up plot bunnies and it makes my writing better. I know that the last few chapters of my stuff aren't that good but I am laying a foundation for something that I have in mind. From now on expect an update at least once a week.
Esperanza: Thank you! I thought the idea was cute too, I'm happy somebody is a bit mushy like me. I hope you like this one.
Liz: I plan on doing MWPP/L's time at Hogwarts through flashbacks like this one.
I plan on updating soon so please check back! Everyone, please review. It makes me more confident in my writing and then I don't worry so much about posting and thus write more. I need reviews like oxygen if that makes sense. If you review (love it or hate it, just review) I will thank you in the next chapter. Until then.
~ Katie Black
Author's Note: YAY! Good response for five, I was really nervous that it wouldn't pan out because I usually write romance and this was more of a dramatic comedy. Ok, another short one because I should be doing homework.
"Green ties and Blue ties"
As Sirius and Harry went through the pictures aches returned to their hearts, Sirius had a longing to return to the past and Harry yearned to change his future, for his family. Pictures flashed by as the pages turned; Sirius running down a Quidditch Pitch, his mother in a white communion dress, Peter at Christmas and his father sitting by a tree with two people at his shoulders. A tall woman with black hair and a balding man with elaborate robes.
"Who are they?" A perplexed Harry asked Sirius.
"Oh, they're Mr. and Mrs. Potter." Sirius replied without thinking as his eyes scanned the pages.
"You mean my grandparents?" Harry asked again staring harder at the couple.
"James' parents, yes, your grandparents." Sirius glanced at them in the album. He remembered them well from spending summers at James' house. James' father was always out at the Ministry but he was a good man and Sarah Potter was a lady. A real lady in the classical sense, the kind that you dance with at balls and marry under a starry night. Sarah was a kind of second mother to Sirius because Sirius' own mother, Cassie (Cassiopeia, get it?) had died when he was very young. "Sarah and Mathew Potter. They were great people, top member of the ministry and a great healer. Your grandmother could cure nearly anything with plants, potions, and her wand. I remember your father never being able to get out anything because he was sick."
"What do you mean?" Harry asked again.
"Playing twenty questions now are we? Yes I'll tell you."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Fade into Memory~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"James, honey, come on we are running late!" Sarah Potter yelled up the steps. Her husband, Mathew had a business meeting and insisted that the whole family come so that he didn't have to endure it alone. Mathew was a brilliant mind, articulate and creative but very dependant on Sarah.
"Mum I really don't think I should come, I *cough* think I am getting sick." James mumbled down the steps.
"You know how important this is for your father. We have to support him in this." Sarah said placing a golden snitch charm around her neck. The Potters had money and not from Mathew's work at the Ministry, they paid him bear minimum and certainly not for her healing work, she did most of that for free. The Potter's money came from Quidditch, or to be more precise from Snitches. Mathew's great Uncle had invented the little things and as the sport grew more popular the more royalties they would inherit, being the only living Potter's.
"It's not like he is making a speech or something. It's just another boring meeting with dull paper pushers." James rambled back.
"I've told you, your father isn't a paper pusher." Sarah replied, "He works very hard."
"I know he does and he doesn't push papers, I know." He said.
"Good now come on down." Sarah turned, the fabric of her royal blue dress rustlings as she spun, her heels clapping on the marble floor.
"He isn't a paper pusher he just has paper pushed on him." James whispered to himself.
"I can hear you." Sarah shouted so he could hear her.
"If you could cook as well as she could hear I wouldn't have what are the early signs of food poisoning." He whispered once again.
"I can still hear you and I can cook." Sarah said as she started up the stairs, she could hear James cough and sneeze as she passed the picture of her great-grandfather Godric.
"Yes you can Mum, you cook some things perfectly, burnt toast for example." James said.
"Ha ha, very funny, now tell me your symptoms." Sarah put her hand on his forehead, feeling a slight fever.
"I'm sick."
"Symptoms James, not your diagnosis." She raised her eyes brows in response and felt his back which was clammy.
"Ok, fine, sore throat, cough *sneeze* and apparently a sneeze as well." He sat down and ran his hand through his hair causing the charcoal strands to become more disheveled.
"Stomach hurt?"
"A bit." He said placing a hand unconsciously on his abdomen.
"Ok, one minute. An infusion of anthelas and mushrooms should make you feel better and a simple spell should get rid of that fever. Let me go and get the potion and you go get a tie." She turned to sweep down to the kitchen where she kept her plants and herbs.
"I have a tie." James said holding up his dark green tie.
"If your pants are blue do you really think I'll let you wear a green tie?" She called back from the kitchen.
"I thought the pants were dark green." James said resigning to go to yet another dull dinner as he walked back into his room to get a blue tie.
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Fade out of memory~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"He hated those balls, your father wasn't one for black tie affairs, or should I say blue tie affairs?" Sirius said.
"Green ties weren't his fancy either." Harry said.
Sirius chuckled and his eyes lit up.
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Ok, another chapter down and I have no idea how many more to go. Now for my thank yous.
WeasleyTwinsLover1112: Hi, thank you so much! Yup, I'm working on this one a lot.
Moonlight: Hi, you ask and I give. Chapter six is here and more is coming.
Kristatwen: Thanks Krista, no problem. I'll keep going.
Heather: Krista's sister Heather? No, breaks will not be that long, truth be told I was working constantly on Girl of Your Dreams, my other long story on ff.net and this was put on hold but I found that if I write both stories my mind sort of picks up plot bunnies and it makes my writing better. I know that the last few chapters of my stuff aren't that good but I am laying a foundation for something that I have in mind. From now on expect an update at least once a week.
Esperanza: Thank you! I thought the idea was cute too, I'm happy somebody is a bit mushy like me. I hope you like this one.
Liz: I plan on doing MWPP/L's time at Hogwarts through flashbacks like this one.
I plan on updating soon so please check back! Everyone, please review. It makes me more confident in my writing and then I don't worry so much about posting and thus write more. I need reviews like oxygen if that makes sense. If you review (love it or hate it, just review) I will thank you in the next chapter. Until then.
~ Katie Black