Like a Pet? 7
`Yes, child, you know I shall never leave you. The tree does not forsake the flower, it is the flower that forsakes the tree.'
`My lord, I shall never leave you. I could not live with you.'
`Poor child I shall be old in ten years, and you will still be young.'
I closed the book and looked at it. How can one author that lived so long before I was born, sum up everything that I'm feeling now? I was reading Alexandre Dumas' `The Count of Monte Cristo'. Monte Cristo just visited Haydee, his slave/mistress. She told him she'll never leave him, and if he dies, she dies. Classics are alot better than trashy romance novels.
"Um, Michelle?" Sirius said, coming into the room with a opened envelope.
"Yeah?" I sat the book on top of couch and walked over to him. He handed me the letter. I silently read it.
Dear Ms. Thomas,
I'm sorry to tell you, but since you've miss almost two weeks of work, I have no other choice then to fire you. Since you still had a 2 weeks worth of vacation and sick days, I'll still give you your pay.
Sincerely, Cornelius Fudge
I looked up. I was fired.
"How much did you earn a week?"
"10 galleons." I said miserably. I was fired. How could I get fired?
"Well I'll pay you twice that if you work for me?"
"Doing what? Your laundry?"
"Helping me with my case, being nice to me. Talking about books with me. Just...being yourself I guess." He smiled, but I was still confused. "What?"
"You don't have to pay me for that."
"I made you lose your job."
"So what? I hated that job anyway."
"But how will you pay for the things you need?"
"I'll find another job. You don't have to pay me."
"If you're sure." But I could tell he was going to still pay me. He really was like the Count of Monte Cristo. You could never tell what he was going to do next, or what he already did.
"Explain this again. I'm confused." Harry said. He and Sirius were having a conversation. I was standing in the next room listening.
"There isn't much to explain. She found out who I was, and I got her fired, because she missed work alot."
"Didn't you say something about holding her hostage?" I think that was Ron, but I'm not sure.
"It's not exactly a hostage type situation."
"Can she leave if she wants?" I heard Hermione's voice say. I guess it was the trio talking with Sirius.
"No. Not exactly."
"Then she's a hostage." Maybe I should break this up. Or maybe not. Damn. Why is life so confusing?
"Okay, can we get off of that subject? I just wanted you guys to know that I'm safe, Michelle's safe, and to see if you guys were safe."
"Has Percy found out that she was fired?" Again Ron.
"Probably. I don't know though."
"Well you better keep a lookout. He'll probably visit soon." I heard the doorbell ring. Oh no. I looked into the room, and saw that Sirius pulled his head out of the fireplace and turned into a dog.
"Come in!" I yelled, sitting on the couch. Sirius jumped up next to me, and sat down. Percy came in, holding a briefcase.
"Hello Michelle." He said, looking at `Padfoot' who just laid his head on top of my leg.
"What are you doing here Percy?"
"Fudge asked me to come pick up the Black file, and anything you've been doing on it." I looked over to the desk which had the file, my books, and my wand sitting on it.
"Okay, just a second. Let me get it." I got off the couch, being followed by Sirius. I grabbed the file and my wand and walked into another room. I opened up the file and copied every paper that was in it.
"Is everything alright in there?" Percy called.
"Yeah, I just have to get the papers all sorted." After copying the last paper(a picture of him in Azkaban) I closed the file and grabbed the papers that I just copied. Yeah, like I was going to give the Ministry the real copy.
"Here you go." I handed him the folder. Padfoot was looking at me, then the file, and back at me, with his doggy eyebrow raised.
"Alright." He stuffed that into his briefcase, and looked at me. It was awhile until he spoke again.
"Do you remember last year, when I asked you on a date?"
"Yeah." I said slowly. Yup, I knew what was coming. Last year I told him that I wouldn't date anyone that I was working with. And the two years before that, I told him I didn't want to have a boyfriend to interfere with my education. He believed me. So how do I get out of it? Sorry, I have a disease that will kill me in 3 days? No. Sorry, but I've taken a oath of virginity, and if I date, I can't trust myself of what I'll do. He won't believe that one. Let's see....I have a boyfriend? That might work. Sorry, I'm in love with a criminal that you want to throw back into Azkaban? Or I can change the subject. Yes I can do that.
"What do you think about Black's case? Do you think there is any chance of catching him?" I said, very quickly. I caught Percy offhand.
"Uh...yeah. We'll catch him. He'll slip up sometime, and the Ministry will on right on his trail."
"What about his case? Is there any chance that their might be a loop hole some where that might get him off?" I think Padfoot left the room after I asked about him being caught.
"Well, I won't doubt the possibility of a loophole. But it would probably be really hard to find. Not like anyone would want to." Oh, how wrong you are Percy. "Well I better get going. It's getting late." I looked at my watch. It was already 9 pm. Yes, I know what you're thinking. How did the trio get to talk to Sirius that early? Lupin arranged the meeting, but I think it was only suppose to be Harry and Sirius, not the others in the trio. I walked Percy to the door. After he left I went back to the den to see Sirius looking through the file with a pissed off look on his face.
"Is something wrong?"
"You want me caught?" He asked, not looking up.
"No! How...why? How can you think that?"
"I've done such horrible things to you. Why wouldn't you? And I heard you ask Percy if there was any chance of me being caught."
"I asked him that to see how much of a chance we have to find you innocent." I pulled the chair out next to him. "I don't want you to be caught and killed." That reminded me of a quote from Shakespeare. When Romeo first visited her on the balcony, she told him that if he was caught he would certainly be killed. He told her that his love would protect him from twenty swordsman. Sirius put his hand on mine, knocking me out of my little fantasy world.
"So you really want me to stay? You don't want me killed or captured?" I'm melting. Somebody get me a bucket.
"Yes. I want you to stay here. I don't want you to go through all of that again." Those eyes. I think I've become a puddle of gushy stuff.
"Thank you." He squeezed my hand and pulled me out of my chair. My eyes got wide. "So what do you want to do now? The night is young." I could list a million things I wanted to do, but I wouldn't say them out loud.
"I don't know." I smiled, picturing everything I wanted to do.
"Have you ever gone dancing in the muggle world?" Nope, that wasn't on my list.
"No I haven't."
"Then we should do that."
"We can't."
"Why not?" He asked.
"You know after you escaped, the Minister gave your picture to the Prime Minister. Everyone will see you and you'll be captured."
"Well, we can change my appearance can't we?"
"How about we just stay here?" And maybe do something that is on my list. I smiled again. But after realizing what I did I quickly wiped it off my face. He looked at me. You know in the way that seems like they are trying to say, `Did you just do, what I think you did? Cuz if you did...'.
"If that's what you want." He opened the door for me, and let me walk through. "So do you finally trust yourself, that I don't need to hold you hostage any more?"
"Yes, I trust myself, and I would trust you with my life." Maybe I'm pushing it a bit. I'm completely bewitched. I'm under his spell. I'm surprised there isn't little hearts zooming around my head.
"So what do you want to do here?" I think he wanted to get off the subject.
"I want some more s'mores." I smiled again, getting off the couch and racing Sirius to the kitchen. He grabbed me around the middle and swung me around, so I was behind him.
"That chocolate is mine." He laughed evilly and grabbed the package of Honeydukes milk chocolate bars.
"Hey!" I yelled, making a grab for the bars, but he kept them out of my reach. "Gimme!" Yes, we were acting like sugar high teenagers, and we didn't care. I think we just ate the chocolate that night, no graham crackers or marshmallows.
`Yes, child, you know I shall never leave you. The tree does not forsake the flower, it is the flower that forsakes the tree.'
`My lord, I shall never leave you. I could not live with you.'
`Poor child I shall be old in ten years, and you will still be young.'
I closed the book and looked at it. How can one author that lived so long before I was born, sum up everything that I'm feeling now? I was reading Alexandre Dumas' `The Count of Monte Cristo'. Monte Cristo just visited Haydee, his slave/mistress. She told him she'll never leave him, and if he dies, she dies. Classics are alot better than trashy romance novels.
"Um, Michelle?" Sirius said, coming into the room with a opened envelope.
"Yeah?" I sat the book on top of couch and walked over to him. He handed me the letter. I silently read it.
Dear Ms. Thomas,
I'm sorry to tell you, but since you've miss almost two weeks of work, I have no other choice then to fire you. Since you still had a 2 weeks worth of vacation and sick days, I'll still give you your pay.
Sincerely, Cornelius Fudge
I looked up. I was fired.
"How much did you earn a week?"
"10 galleons." I said miserably. I was fired. How could I get fired?
"Well I'll pay you twice that if you work for me?"
"Doing what? Your laundry?"
"Helping me with my case, being nice to me. Talking about books with me. Just...being yourself I guess." He smiled, but I was still confused. "What?"
"You don't have to pay me for that."
"I made you lose your job."
"So what? I hated that job anyway."
"But how will you pay for the things you need?"
"I'll find another job. You don't have to pay me."
"If you're sure." But I could tell he was going to still pay me. He really was like the Count of Monte Cristo. You could never tell what he was going to do next, or what he already did.
"Explain this again. I'm confused." Harry said. He and Sirius were having a conversation. I was standing in the next room listening.
"There isn't much to explain. She found out who I was, and I got her fired, because she missed work alot."
"Didn't you say something about holding her hostage?" I think that was Ron, but I'm not sure.
"It's not exactly a hostage type situation."
"Can she leave if she wants?" I heard Hermione's voice say. I guess it was the trio talking with Sirius.
"No. Not exactly."
"Then she's a hostage." Maybe I should break this up. Or maybe not. Damn. Why is life so confusing?
"Okay, can we get off of that subject? I just wanted you guys to know that I'm safe, Michelle's safe, and to see if you guys were safe."
"Has Percy found out that she was fired?" Again Ron.
"Probably. I don't know though."
"Well you better keep a lookout. He'll probably visit soon." I heard the doorbell ring. Oh no. I looked into the room, and saw that Sirius pulled his head out of the fireplace and turned into a dog.
"Come in!" I yelled, sitting on the couch. Sirius jumped up next to me, and sat down. Percy came in, holding a briefcase.
"Hello Michelle." He said, looking at `Padfoot' who just laid his head on top of my leg.
"What are you doing here Percy?"
"Fudge asked me to come pick up the Black file, and anything you've been doing on it." I looked over to the desk which had the file, my books, and my wand sitting on it.
"Okay, just a second. Let me get it." I got off the couch, being followed by Sirius. I grabbed the file and my wand and walked into another room. I opened up the file and copied every paper that was in it.
"Is everything alright in there?" Percy called.
"Yeah, I just have to get the papers all sorted." After copying the last paper(a picture of him in Azkaban) I closed the file and grabbed the papers that I just copied. Yeah, like I was going to give the Ministry the real copy.
"Here you go." I handed him the folder. Padfoot was looking at me, then the file, and back at me, with his doggy eyebrow raised.
"Alright." He stuffed that into his briefcase, and looked at me. It was awhile until he spoke again.
"Do you remember last year, when I asked you on a date?"
"Yeah." I said slowly. Yup, I knew what was coming. Last year I told him that I wouldn't date anyone that I was working with. And the two years before that, I told him I didn't want to have a boyfriend to interfere with my education. He believed me. So how do I get out of it? Sorry, I have a disease that will kill me in 3 days? No. Sorry, but I've taken a oath of virginity, and if I date, I can't trust myself of what I'll do. He won't believe that one. Let's see....I have a boyfriend? That might work. Sorry, I'm in love with a criminal that you want to throw back into Azkaban? Or I can change the subject. Yes I can do that.
"What do you think about Black's case? Do you think there is any chance of catching him?" I said, very quickly. I caught Percy offhand.
"Uh...yeah. We'll catch him. He'll slip up sometime, and the Ministry will on right on his trail."
"What about his case? Is there any chance that their might be a loop hole some where that might get him off?" I think Padfoot left the room after I asked about him being caught.
"Well, I won't doubt the possibility of a loophole. But it would probably be really hard to find. Not like anyone would want to." Oh, how wrong you are Percy. "Well I better get going. It's getting late." I looked at my watch. It was already 9 pm. Yes, I know what you're thinking. How did the trio get to talk to Sirius that early? Lupin arranged the meeting, but I think it was only suppose to be Harry and Sirius, not the others in the trio. I walked Percy to the door. After he left I went back to the den to see Sirius looking through the file with a pissed off look on his face.
"Is something wrong?"
"You want me caught?" He asked, not looking up.
"No! How...why? How can you think that?"
"I've done such horrible things to you. Why wouldn't you? And I heard you ask Percy if there was any chance of me being caught."
"I asked him that to see how much of a chance we have to find you innocent." I pulled the chair out next to him. "I don't want you to be caught and killed." That reminded me of a quote from Shakespeare. When Romeo first visited her on the balcony, she told him that if he was caught he would certainly be killed. He told her that his love would protect him from twenty swordsman. Sirius put his hand on mine, knocking me out of my little fantasy world.
"So you really want me to stay? You don't want me killed or captured?" I'm melting. Somebody get me a bucket.
"Yes. I want you to stay here. I don't want you to go through all of that again." Those eyes. I think I've become a puddle of gushy stuff.
"Thank you." He squeezed my hand and pulled me out of my chair. My eyes got wide. "So what do you want to do now? The night is young." I could list a million things I wanted to do, but I wouldn't say them out loud.
"I don't know." I smiled, picturing everything I wanted to do.
"Have you ever gone dancing in the muggle world?" Nope, that wasn't on my list.
"No I haven't."
"Then we should do that."
"We can't."
"Why not?" He asked.
"You know after you escaped, the Minister gave your picture to the Prime Minister. Everyone will see you and you'll be captured."
"Well, we can change my appearance can't we?"
"How about we just stay here?" And maybe do something that is on my list. I smiled again. But after realizing what I did I quickly wiped it off my face. He looked at me. You know in the way that seems like they are trying to say, `Did you just do, what I think you did? Cuz if you did...'.
"If that's what you want." He opened the door for me, and let me walk through. "So do you finally trust yourself, that I don't need to hold you hostage any more?"
"Yes, I trust myself, and I would trust you with my life." Maybe I'm pushing it a bit. I'm completely bewitched. I'm under his spell. I'm surprised there isn't little hearts zooming around my head.
"So what do you want to do here?" I think he wanted to get off the subject.
"I want some more s'mores." I smiled again, getting off the couch and racing Sirius to the kitchen. He grabbed me around the middle and swung me around, so I was behind him.
"That chocolate is mine." He laughed evilly and grabbed the package of Honeydukes milk chocolate bars.
"Hey!" I yelled, making a grab for the bars, but he kept them out of my reach. "Gimme!" Yes, we were acting like sugar high teenagers, and we didn't care. I think we just ate the chocolate that night, no graham crackers or marshmallows.