Hello! Wow, um.... Some one is actually reading this! *Blushes* I'm just going to warn you. I take a lot of artistic license. If the characters are out of character, that's probably how I want them. I this first little bit, they're about 16-17. They're going to be about late twenties in the next bit. That's just incase you're confused. Anyway here is the fic, and I'd love some constructive criticism.
Jacy rolled over on the silky sheets and licked her kiss-swollen lips. Raising herself up on one elbow, she watched Sirius Black's sleep softened face. This wasn't fair. They hadn't done anything other than kissing, but with this hanging over her head, she couldn't even risk that. She'd thought she could escape it here at Hogwarts. But it was coming. She had to leave. For James, Lily, Remus, Peter, and Sirius. Sirius, whom she'd miss the most. Sirius whom she had just spent the night with. Sirius, whom she loved.
Jacy got out of the bed, careful so she wouldn't wake him. She grimaced as she realized the front zipper of her muggle jeans was twisted to the side. Sighing, she adjusted her jeans and sweater.
Sirius moaned and rolled onto his back, spread eagle on the bed. Smiling sadly she leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. If she didn't know better, she'd swear he was kissing her back. She pulled back, making sure he was still asleep. He was, but there was a slight smile on his full mouth.
"I love you." She whispered
*15 years later*
Jacy,
It's been a long time since I last saw you. I believe it was during our 6th year. Hopefully I'll be able to see you soon. I'm writing this on the behalf of Professor Dumbledore. Things are strange here at Hogwarts as of late. Harry Potter is here. Since he's started though, unfortunately there's been a bit of trouble. As I'm currently subbing for Hagrid, I can sort of watch out for him. However, this is only until the spring break, when Hagrid gets back from his honeymoon. He married Madame Maxime from Beuxbatons. (a/n: I am NOT sure on the spelling of the school name. I couldn't find my book)
Once again the DADA position is open. Dumbledore (and I) would like you to fill it. You have the experience. You're acquainted with several vampires and even a werewolf.
Please consider this carefully ad respond as soon as possible.
Sincerely,
Remus Lupin
(Moony)
She wanted to cry, to ball her eyes out, to scream out the frustration. 15 years. 15 years! Jacy sat back in her chair. If she looked odd to the muggles swarming throughout the mall, it was because of her ears, they were pointed like an elf's, and she often had little children come up to her with a message for Santa. With her long dark hair and violet eyes, she was distant. Some thought her cold, heartless, rather like her father. The slightest hint of a sneer appeared on her pale almost ashen face. If people only knew.
After 15 years, it appeared as if she was going back to Hogwarts, some of the happiest times in her life. And perhaps the saddest. "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times" She drawled sarcastically.
A muggle woman at the table next to her looked at her with disapproval. Jacy lifted an eyebrow, nothing else on her face moved. The woman quickly went back to eating. Jacy stood and shrugged into her leather jacket.
A little girl ran up to her. "Miss! Miss! Please! Will you tell Santa I've been really extra good this year? Please?"
The muggle woman from the table next to her gasped and seemed to stiffen in shock when she saw Jacy's ears.
Crouching, Jacy looked at the girl. Her clothes were worn and the child's hair needed a good wash and brushing. "Sure. And what should I tell him you want?"
The child's father ran up behind her and began apologizing, dressed neatly but in clothes just as worn as his daughter's. Jacy inked and made a slight shushing motion.
"I want a new dress for my mommy, 'cause I always see her look at the pretty ones in the stores. But we can't afford one." the little girl tucked her chin close to her chest. "I wanna make this her best Christmas ever."
Jacy reached out and smoothed her hair. "What's your name Hun, so Santa can find you?"
"Sera Jane Crissinger."
"Tell you what, Christmas Eve, Santa will leave your mom the prettiest dress you've ever seen. And something for you too." Jacy stood and offered her hand to the father, who smiled rather sadly. "I'm afraid she's gonna be disappointed now." He whispered so the child wouldn't over hear. "Jacy Quinn, Mr. Crissinger. Tell me, do you believe in magic?"
"I'm afraid I haven't had much to believe in as of late."
"I promise you that on Christmas morning neither you nor your daughter will be disappointed." Jacy ruffled the girl's hair, tucked her letter in her pocket, and strode confidently out of the mall.
Jacy rolled over on the silky sheets and licked her kiss-swollen lips. Raising herself up on one elbow, she watched Sirius Black's sleep softened face. This wasn't fair. They hadn't done anything other than kissing, but with this hanging over her head, she couldn't even risk that. She'd thought she could escape it here at Hogwarts. But it was coming. She had to leave. For James, Lily, Remus, Peter, and Sirius. Sirius, whom she'd miss the most. Sirius whom she had just spent the night with. Sirius, whom she loved.
Jacy got out of the bed, careful so she wouldn't wake him. She grimaced as she realized the front zipper of her muggle jeans was twisted to the side. Sighing, she adjusted her jeans and sweater.
Sirius moaned and rolled onto his back, spread eagle on the bed. Smiling sadly she leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. If she didn't know better, she'd swear he was kissing her back. She pulled back, making sure he was still asleep. He was, but there was a slight smile on his full mouth.
"I love you." She whispered
*15 years later*
Jacy,
It's been a long time since I last saw you. I believe it was during our 6th year. Hopefully I'll be able to see you soon. I'm writing this on the behalf of Professor Dumbledore. Things are strange here at Hogwarts as of late. Harry Potter is here. Since he's started though, unfortunately there's been a bit of trouble. As I'm currently subbing for Hagrid, I can sort of watch out for him. However, this is only until the spring break, when Hagrid gets back from his honeymoon. He married Madame Maxime from Beuxbatons. (a/n: I am NOT sure on the spelling of the school name. I couldn't find my book)
Once again the DADA position is open. Dumbledore (and I) would like you to fill it. You have the experience. You're acquainted with several vampires and even a werewolf.
Please consider this carefully ad respond as soon as possible.
Sincerely,
Remus Lupin
(Moony)
She wanted to cry, to ball her eyes out, to scream out the frustration. 15 years. 15 years! Jacy sat back in her chair. If she looked odd to the muggles swarming throughout the mall, it was because of her ears, they were pointed like an elf's, and she often had little children come up to her with a message for Santa. With her long dark hair and violet eyes, she was distant. Some thought her cold, heartless, rather like her father. The slightest hint of a sneer appeared on her pale almost ashen face. If people only knew.
After 15 years, it appeared as if she was going back to Hogwarts, some of the happiest times in her life. And perhaps the saddest. "It was the best of times, it was the worst of times" She drawled sarcastically.
A muggle woman at the table next to her looked at her with disapproval. Jacy lifted an eyebrow, nothing else on her face moved. The woman quickly went back to eating. Jacy stood and shrugged into her leather jacket.
A little girl ran up to her. "Miss! Miss! Please! Will you tell Santa I've been really extra good this year? Please?"
The muggle woman from the table next to her gasped and seemed to stiffen in shock when she saw Jacy's ears.
Crouching, Jacy looked at the girl. Her clothes were worn and the child's hair needed a good wash and brushing. "Sure. And what should I tell him you want?"
The child's father ran up behind her and began apologizing, dressed neatly but in clothes just as worn as his daughter's. Jacy inked and made a slight shushing motion.
"I want a new dress for my mommy, 'cause I always see her look at the pretty ones in the stores. But we can't afford one." the little girl tucked her chin close to her chest. "I wanna make this her best Christmas ever."
Jacy reached out and smoothed her hair. "What's your name Hun, so Santa can find you?"
"Sera Jane Crissinger."
"Tell you what, Christmas Eve, Santa will leave your mom the prettiest dress you've ever seen. And something for you too." Jacy stood and offered her hand to the father, who smiled rather sadly. "I'm afraid she's gonna be disappointed now." He whispered so the child wouldn't over hear. "Jacy Quinn, Mr. Crissinger. Tell me, do you believe in magic?"
"I'm afraid I haven't had much to believe in as of late."
"I promise you that on Christmas morning neither you nor your daughter will be disappointed." Jacy ruffled the girl's hair, tucked her letter in her pocket, and strode confidently out of the mall.