Like a Pet? 10
He didn't kiss back, he didn't do anything but pull away and look at me.
"Michelle." He said warningly. "You can't do that, we can't do that." I just looked at him silently. "I'm 15 years older than you." I still didn't say anything, just looked down at my hands, which were shaking really bad. I started to tear up. I can't cry, I can't cry, I can't cry. One tear slipped from my eye. I wasn't about to wipe it away. My mother told me that wiping tears away means you're ashamed of it. I wasn't ashamed of what I did. It might not have been the best decision, but I did it. Sirius tried to wipe it away but I backed away, almost falling off my bed. I couldn't hold the tears any longer. I got off my bed and locked myself in the bathroom.
"Michelle? Come on, let me in. We need to talk." He said quietly, trying the knob to come in. I turned on the sink and shower, and flushed the toilet. It was a really good way to drown out the sound of me crying and him trying to get me to get out. I heard him leave my room not so quietly. I turned off the water and went into my bedroom. Maybe it was wrong to do that. I don't even know why I did it. I was just caught up in the moment I guess. I need to apologize, and maybe if I tell him how I feel? No, just an apology. I went downstairs, not caring that my eyes and face were red, I had a mission and had to do it.
"Sirius!" I called, walking into the living room. "Sirius!" I yelled a bit louder. Why wasn't he answering? I went all through the house. He wasn't here. He left, all because of me. "Sirius! I'm sorry!" I sat on the couch, putting my head in my hands and started crying again.
Remus' POV
"And you just left?" I asked Sirius. He had his head in his hands and was pulling at his hair.
"What else was I suppose to do?" He said loudly. He calmed down a bit and continued. "She kissed me for god sakes. I'm 15 years older than her. She's only 4 years older than Harry."
"Who is benefiting from you leaving more? You? Her? Harry?" He looked up and glared at me.
"What do you mean?"
"Did you leave because you don't know what your godson would think of it?"
"And what makes you think that?"
"Well how about that time that you didn't date James' cousin?"
"She was 3 years younger than me."
"And you thought that if you did that he'd think you weren't who he thought you would be."
"And you know that how?"
"I read your diary."
"It was a journal." He rubbed his hands across his face and looked at me again. "Did I do the wrong thing? Am I suppose to let her have a crush on me? What if I do something I'll regret for the longest time? What am I suppose to do Moony? Tell me!"
"You do what you think is right." He grunted in disgust, and flopped back into the armchair he was sitting in.
"Remus, I don't know what is right anymore."
"Well do you like her? Do you care for her?"
"Yes I do. Why else do you think I tried to get her to go on a date? I wanted her to get her mind off of me. I wanted to get my own mind off of her."
"She kissed you after she told you about her awful date right?"
"Yeah, so?"
"Maybe she was just caught in the moment, happy that someone cared. That may possibility be why she did it."
"Then how come afterwards she didn't tell me what, instead of just ignoring me and shutting me out?"
"I don't know. You should ask her yourself." Sirius sighed and got out of the armchair.
"I'm going to go to bed. Maybe the solution will come in my dreams."
"Alright, goodnight." As soon as he left the room someone knocked on my door. I heard a pop, signaling that Sirius changed into Padfoot. I opened the door, and saw someone I expected but surprised at the same time.
"Michelle?"
"Can I come in Remus?" I nodded and allowed her to pass through. She went through a lot in the last day, well yesterday I should say. The clock just struck, showing that it was one a.m. She had a big black cloak on, which I recognized was Sirius'. She has it bad.
"What's wrong? You look horrible." She sat down in the seat Sirius use to occupy.
"Is Sirius here?" I looked towards the room he was in. A piece of paper was held out in the hall that said 'No'.
"No he's not. I thought he was staying at your house."
"He left me." She said in a choked voice.
"What happened?"
"I went on a horrible date with Oliver Wood, then he was comforting me, since it was his fault that I had to go on it, and then I kissed him." This was all said very fast, and the last 4 words I could barely understand because she started bawling and crying into the arm of the chair. I didn't know what to do. When I was a teacher at Hogwarts she came to me before. Though it wasn't because she kissed someone, it was because she was dead frightened of Sirius. I had to reassure her that he was harmless when we were under Dumbledores roof.
"How did that happen?" She explained the same thing Sirius did, but in her own point of view.
"I don't know what came over me but I just kissed him. I was caught up in the moment I guess." She laid her head on her arms and started shaking. "I was so stupid. I should've never done that."
"Michelle, it's alright." I patted her head awkwardly. This is Sirius' area. He's always been the one to comfort girls. That's why he was the one with the most dates in our little group.
"I don't know what to do!" She bawled. "What if he gets caught? It's all my fault!"
"Michelle! Calm down! He'll be alright. You'll be the first person to know when he comes here, okay?"
"Thank you." I noticed she didn't wipe any of her tears away. "If you see him, tell him I'm sorry." She wrapped the cloak around her again. "And that I have his cloak." She took the wand out of her pocket and took a deep breath. "Sorry I disturbed you at such a late hour." She apparated out of the room.
"Sirius! Did you hear all that?" I waited for a response.
"Yes."
"And?"
"And what?"
"Are you going to go back?"
"No."
"Why not?" He didn't answer. He's just as stubborn as he is at comforting people.
Sirius' POV
I picked up Remus' copy of the Daily Prophet. It was Monday now, and Michelle should be starting her job today. She was suppose to do a survey or something today. But I was wrong. She wasn't doing that today. She did it yesterday!
Yesterday I, the new Assistant Editor, Michelle Thomas, surveyed people on what they thought of the Black issue. Most people didn't even think there was an issue any more.
"You mean he's still out there?" Was a common answer among people. This article isn't meant to strike fear in your hearts, it's to make you realize something. Sirius Black escaped from Azkaban almost 3 years ago. I know what happened in 1993 at Hogwarts, mainly because I was Head Girl at the time. He did no serious harm there. Since he escaped from the Dementors at Hogwarts, Sirius Black has done no harm. He hasn't even been seen since he allowed muggles to spot him.
While I still worked at the Ministry as Fudge's assistant, I over viewed Blacks file. He did not blow up that street in muggle London. It was Peter Pettigrew. There was a list of muggles that were present at the scene. I interviewed them. Half of them were never given memory charms. They did not see Sirius Black blow up the street, they saw a short pudgy man pull out his wand and say the charm. Sirius Black was not the secret keeper either. He persuaded James Potter and his wife Lily Potter to change the keeper to Pettigrew to fool You-Know-Who to target himself, Sirius, instead of Pettigrew. Pettigrew was a Death Eater that was in You-Know- Who's inner circle. How I know this? A spy of Dumbledore's told me, and believe me, it was hard getting this information out of him, he isn't on good terms with Black.
I ask you, the readers, the Ministry workers, the Aurors, read this. Understand this, and forgive Sirius Black for everything he's done. I have, and I hope he forgives what I've done.
"What have I done?" I thought, throwing down the paper. True, she's probably gotten me free. But if she didn't, I'll be on the run again, and she'll be put on trial for housing a convict, and probably treason for using confidential Ministry papers to free me. They'll ask her how she came across all of this information, then probably ask Snape about me and Peter. Dammit, how come I can never come out top in life?
He didn't kiss back, he didn't do anything but pull away and look at me.
"Michelle." He said warningly. "You can't do that, we can't do that." I just looked at him silently. "I'm 15 years older than you." I still didn't say anything, just looked down at my hands, which were shaking really bad. I started to tear up. I can't cry, I can't cry, I can't cry. One tear slipped from my eye. I wasn't about to wipe it away. My mother told me that wiping tears away means you're ashamed of it. I wasn't ashamed of what I did. It might not have been the best decision, but I did it. Sirius tried to wipe it away but I backed away, almost falling off my bed. I couldn't hold the tears any longer. I got off my bed and locked myself in the bathroom.
"Michelle? Come on, let me in. We need to talk." He said quietly, trying the knob to come in. I turned on the sink and shower, and flushed the toilet. It was a really good way to drown out the sound of me crying and him trying to get me to get out. I heard him leave my room not so quietly. I turned off the water and went into my bedroom. Maybe it was wrong to do that. I don't even know why I did it. I was just caught up in the moment I guess. I need to apologize, and maybe if I tell him how I feel? No, just an apology. I went downstairs, not caring that my eyes and face were red, I had a mission and had to do it.
"Sirius!" I called, walking into the living room. "Sirius!" I yelled a bit louder. Why wasn't he answering? I went all through the house. He wasn't here. He left, all because of me. "Sirius! I'm sorry!" I sat on the couch, putting my head in my hands and started crying again.
Remus' POV
"And you just left?" I asked Sirius. He had his head in his hands and was pulling at his hair.
"What else was I suppose to do?" He said loudly. He calmed down a bit and continued. "She kissed me for god sakes. I'm 15 years older than her. She's only 4 years older than Harry."
"Who is benefiting from you leaving more? You? Her? Harry?" He looked up and glared at me.
"What do you mean?"
"Did you leave because you don't know what your godson would think of it?"
"And what makes you think that?"
"Well how about that time that you didn't date James' cousin?"
"She was 3 years younger than me."
"And you thought that if you did that he'd think you weren't who he thought you would be."
"And you know that how?"
"I read your diary."
"It was a journal." He rubbed his hands across his face and looked at me again. "Did I do the wrong thing? Am I suppose to let her have a crush on me? What if I do something I'll regret for the longest time? What am I suppose to do Moony? Tell me!"
"You do what you think is right." He grunted in disgust, and flopped back into the armchair he was sitting in.
"Remus, I don't know what is right anymore."
"Well do you like her? Do you care for her?"
"Yes I do. Why else do you think I tried to get her to go on a date? I wanted her to get her mind off of me. I wanted to get my own mind off of her."
"She kissed you after she told you about her awful date right?"
"Yeah, so?"
"Maybe she was just caught in the moment, happy that someone cared. That may possibility be why she did it."
"Then how come afterwards she didn't tell me what, instead of just ignoring me and shutting me out?"
"I don't know. You should ask her yourself." Sirius sighed and got out of the armchair.
"I'm going to go to bed. Maybe the solution will come in my dreams."
"Alright, goodnight." As soon as he left the room someone knocked on my door. I heard a pop, signaling that Sirius changed into Padfoot. I opened the door, and saw someone I expected but surprised at the same time.
"Michelle?"
"Can I come in Remus?" I nodded and allowed her to pass through. She went through a lot in the last day, well yesterday I should say. The clock just struck, showing that it was one a.m. She had a big black cloak on, which I recognized was Sirius'. She has it bad.
"What's wrong? You look horrible." She sat down in the seat Sirius use to occupy.
"Is Sirius here?" I looked towards the room he was in. A piece of paper was held out in the hall that said 'No'.
"No he's not. I thought he was staying at your house."
"He left me." She said in a choked voice.
"What happened?"
"I went on a horrible date with Oliver Wood, then he was comforting me, since it was his fault that I had to go on it, and then I kissed him." This was all said very fast, and the last 4 words I could barely understand because she started bawling and crying into the arm of the chair. I didn't know what to do. When I was a teacher at Hogwarts she came to me before. Though it wasn't because she kissed someone, it was because she was dead frightened of Sirius. I had to reassure her that he was harmless when we were under Dumbledores roof.
"How did that happen?" She explained the same thing Sirius did, but in her own point of view.
"I don't know what came over me but I just kissed him. I was caught up in the moment I guess." She laid her head on her arms and started shaking. "I was so stupid. I should've never done that."
"Michelle, it's alright." I patted her head awkwardly. This is Sirius' area. He's always been the one to comfort girls. That's why he was the one with the most dates in our little group.
"I don't know what to do!" She bawled. "What if he gets caught? It's all my fault!"
"Michelle! Calm down! He'll be alright. You'll be the first person to know when he comes here, okay?"
"Thank you." I noticed she didn't wipe any of her tears away. "If you see him, tell him I'm sorry." She wrapped the cloak around her again. "And that I have his cloak." She took the wand out of her pocket and took a deep breath. "Sorry I disturbed you at such a late hour." She apparated out of the room.
"Sirius! Did you hear all that?" I waited for a response.
"Yes."
"And?"
"And what?"
"Are you going to go back?"
"No."
"Why not?" He didn't answer. He's just as stubborn as he is at comforting people.
Sirius' POV
I picked up Remus' copy of the Daily Prophet. It was Monday now, and Michelle should be starting her job today. She was suppose to do a survey or something today. But I was wrong. She wasn't doing that today. She did it yesterday!
Yesterday I, the new Assistant Editor, Michelle Thomas, surveyed people on what they thought of the Black issue. Most people didn't even think there was an issue any more.
"You mean he's still out there?" Was a common answer among people. This article isn't meant to strike fear in your hearts, it's to make you realize something. Sirius Black escaped from Azkaban almost 3 years ago. I know what happened in 1993 at Hogwarts, mainly because I was Head Girl at the time. He did no serious harm there. Since he escaped from the Dementors at Hogwarts, Sirius Black has done no harm. He hasn't even been seen since he allowed muggles to spot him.
While I still worked at the Ministry as Fudge's assistant, I over viewed Blacks file. He did not blow up that street in muggle London. It was Peter Pettigrew. There was a list of muggles that were present at the scene. I interviewed them. Half of them were never given memory charms. They did not see Sirius Black blow up the street, they saw a short pudgy man pull out his wand and say the charm. Sirius Black was not the secret keeper either. He persuaded James Potter and his wife Lily Potter to change the keeper to Pettigrew to fool You-Know-Who to target himself, Sirius, instead of Pettigrew. Pettigrew was a Death Eater that was in You-Know- Who's inner circle. How I know this? A spy of Dumbledore's told me, and believe me, it was hard getting this information out of him, he isn't on good terms with Black.
I ask you, the readers, the Ministry workers, the Aurors, read this. Understand this, and forgive Sirius Black for everything he's done. I have, and I hope he forgives what I've done.
"What have I done?" I thought, throwing down the paper. True, she's probably gotten me free. But if she didn't, I'll be on the run again, and she'll be put on trial for housing a convict, and probably treason for using confidential Ministry papers to free me. They'll ask her how she came across all of this information, then probably ask Snape about me and Peter. Dammit, how come I can never come out top in life?