Hi ya! Jacy DOES NOT know that Sirius is an animagus. Okay? Good. *Grin* I'm officially evil! *Llama dances* Yeah. You know what's embarrassing? Working with pastels and getting you fingers covered in blue from blending, then rubbing you face in frustration, leaving 3 vertical stripes from your cheekbone to your jaw. Then one of the school witches, (imagine also that you're ¼ Native American) tell you that war paint isn't allowed in school. Jeez. I thought it looked rather cool when I went to wash it off. Oh well. I have Mountain Dew! I'm HAPPY! I think this A/N is long enough. *Impish grin* Whoops! Important detail, Lily got pregnant with Harry in her 7th year. Yup, I'm manipulating this story to suit my own means!
Sirius sat in his animagus form at Harry's feet, looking for the most part like an
intelligent, well-behaved dog. He glanced up as he heard footsteps. Oh great. Dumbledore. And
though he smiled when he asked Harry if he could take "Snuffles to his office to play for a
while, the normal twinkle was gone from his eyes.
Sirius trotted a long Dumbledore's side, noticing the headmaster was a little tense. A
tense Dumbledore was NOT a good thing, he mused to himself as Dumbledore shut the door to the
office, and put up wards and a few very powerful silencing charms.
"Sirius." The headmaster sat behind his desk and folded his hands.
Sirius transformed and sat in the chair opposite of him. "Headmaster."
"I understand you saw Prof. Quinn last night."
"I did."
"And?"
"We talked."
Dumbledore leaned across his desk. "Sirius, don't beat around the bush. This is merely a
formality."
"Excuse me Headmaster?"
"Sirius, don't be dense either. You know I take walks every evening. Last night I was
resting on a bench below that very balcony."
"Pardon me Headmaster, but I don't see how this is any business of yours." As soon as
the words were out of his mouth, Sirius knew he'd made a rather large boo-boo.
The headmaster seemed to swell in anger. " Do you have ANY idea what kind of life that
girl has had?"
"And I suppose mines been all shits and giggles?"
"Hardly. However, it seems that you think you know more than you do."
"I know plenty."
Dumbledore stood. "You know nothing! That girl has been to hell and back. If you had any
idea at all, you'd realize the gravity of what you've done."
"Then why don't you enlighten me?"
"Because it's not my story to tell." A chime sounded indicating someone wanted to speak
with him. "Wait here. I have to see who that is."
Dumbledore swept from the office and Sirius called himself ten kinds of fool.
Fawkes made a squawking noise and flew from his perch onto a side table, on which rested
what looked like a pensieve.
Sirius stood and walked over. Fawkes seemed to want him to look into it.
The pensieve was flashing memories, like flipping through a magazine, looking for a
specific memory. Finally it settled on Jacy. She appeared stoic, though she had a bruise
covering one cheek and a split lip.
A tear fell form her eye, and Sirius, forgetting everything, reached to brush it away.
He felt himself be pulled into the memory.
Jacy and Dumbledore were sitting on the couch that was still on the right side of the
office. He noted absentmindedly that the office looked exactly like it did in current times.
Sirius glanced to Dumbledore's desk, where he always kept a calendar. 1988, 14 years go. His
last year at Hogwarts. What was she doing here? She had left during 6th year. She'd been here
and hadn't even said hello?
Suddenly, Sirius could hear what they were saying. "... Uncle Albus, I'm telling you,
he's after James and Lily and everyone who's associated with them. I've done my best to stop
him... but you know him." Sirius couldn't believe it. Dumbledore was her uncle? And who was
"he"? He had a feeling he didn't want to know.
"Your father has always been that way."
"I know."
"Sirius, I think Fawkes has shown you enough."
)))******(((
Jacy rolled out of the bed and sighed. Regardless of how little sleep she had gotten,
today was the first day of classes.
She walked over to her wardrobe and pulled out, jeans, a T-shirt, and plain robes, all
in black. Jacy dressed quickly and pulled her hair back into a tight bun. Ready.
The students were all sitting in their desks talking, waiting for their new teacher to
show. When the door banged against the wall, and Prof. Quinn strode in, all conversation ceased.
"Good morning." The class replied in kind, though they were still uncertain.
"I'm Prof. Quinn. Starting with you," she pointed to where Ron was sitting, "Go around
and introduce yourselves and name one subject you've covered with your past professors."
"Ron Weasley and we've done Cornish Pixies."
"Harry Potter, Bogart." The boys tone was slightly cocky, and distant.
"Hermione Granger, werewolves."
The kids finished going around the room. "Good. Now, tell me, what do you know about the
Unforgivable curses?"
The group nodded warily. "Fine. How many of them are there?"
Many hands shot in the air, but Jacy saw a sneer on Harry's face.
Quirking a brow she leaned against her desk. "Potter?"
"3."
"Wrong." The entire class seemed to gasp. "Those three are the main. The most popular
with Voldemort and his cronies. However, there are 2 more."
Harry narrowed his eyes.
"One of these was popular a while ago, though it's rather out of fashion now. Erasara
Memoraba. It erases your memory. Everything." She had the class's attention now she noted wryly.
"You forget not only things like your childhood, but how to do the most basic things, like
eating, or going to the bathroom. The person is left as helpless as an infant."
Hermione raised her hand. "Ms. Granger?"
"If you don't mind me asking, where did you learn this stuff?"
"I went to Durmstang for the first 3 years of my academic career."
Harry sat up. "I thought you went to school with my father."
"I did. For the three years that I attended Hogwarts." Jacy's purple eyes stared into
green. Finally, she broke it off. "Shouldn't you be taking notes? I assure you this knowledge
will not go to waste."
Sirius sat in his animagus form at Harry's feet, looking for the most part like an
intelligent, well-behaved dog. He glanced up as he heard footsteps. Oh great. Dumbledore. And
though he smiled when he asked Harry if he could take "Snuffles to his office to play for a
while, the normal twinkle was gone from his eyes.
Sirius trotted a long Dumbledore's side, noticing the headmaster was a little tense. A
tense Dumbledore was NOT a good thing, he mused to himself as Dumbledore shut the door to the
office, and put up wards and a few very powerful silencing charms.
"Sirius." The headmaster sat behind his desk and folded his hands.
Sirius transformed and sat in the chair opposite of him. "Headmaster."
"I understand you saw Prof. Quinn last night."
"I did."
"And?"
"We talked."
Dumbledore leaned across his desk. "Sirius, don't beat around the bush. This is merely a
formality."
"Excuse me Headmaster?"
"Sirius, don't be dense either. You know I take walks every evening. Last night I was
resting on a bench below that very balcony."
"Pardon me Headmaster, but I don't see how this is any business of yours." As soon as
the words were out of his mouth, Sirius knew he'd made a rather large boo-boo.
The headmaster seemed to swell in anger. " Do you have ANY idea what kind of life that
girl has had?"
"And I suppose mines been all shits and giggles?"
"Hardly. However, it seems that you think you know more than you do."
"I know plenty."
Dumbledore stood. "You know nothing! That girl has been to hell and back. If you had any
idea at all, you'd realize the gravity of what you've done."
"Then why don't you enlighten me?"
"Because it's not my story to tell." A chime sounded indicating someone wanted to speak
with him. "Wait here. I have to see who that is."
Dumbledore swept from the office and Sirius called himself ten kinds of fool.
Fawkes made a squawking noise and flew from his perch onto a side table, on which rested
what looked like a pensieve.
Sirius stood and walked over. Fawkes seemed to want him to look into it.
The pensieve was flashing memories, like flipping through a magazine, looking for a
specific memory. Finally it settled on Jacy. She appeared stoic, though she had a bruise
covering one cheek and a split lip.
A tear fell form her eye, and Sirius, forgetting everything, reached to brush it away.
He felt himself be pulled into the memory.
Jacy and Dumbledore were sitting on the couch that was still on the right side of the
office. He noted absentmindedly that the office looked exactly like it did in current times.
Sirius glanced to Dumbledore's desk, where he always kept a calendar. 1988, 14 years go. His
last year at Hogwarts. What was she doing here? She had left during 6th year. She'd been here
and hadn't even said hello?
Suddenly, Sirius could hear what they were saying. "... Uncle Albus, I'm telling you,
he's after James and Lily and everyone who's associated with them. I've done my best to stop
him... but you know him." Sirius couldn't believe it. Dumbledore was her uncle? And who was
"he"? He had a feeling he didn't want to know.
"Your father has always been that way."
"I know."
"Sirius, I think Fawkes has shown you enough."
)))******(((
Jacy rolled out of the bed and sighed. Regardless of how little sleep she had gotten,
today was the first day of classes.
She walked over to her wardrobe and pulled out, jeans, a T-shirt, and plain robes, all
in black. Jacy dressed quickly and pulled her hair back into a tight bun. Ready.
The students were all sitting in their desks talking, waiting for their new teacher to
show. When the door banged against the wall, and Prof. Quinn strode in, all conversation ceased.
"Good morning." The class replied in kind, though they were still uncertain.
"I'm Prof. Quinn. Starting with you," she pointed to where Ron was sitting, "Go around
and introduce yourselves and name one subject you've covered with your past professors."
"Ron Weasley and we've done Cornish Pixies."
"Harry Potter, Bogart." The boys tone was slightly cocky, and distant.
"Hermione Granger, werewolves."
The kids finished going around the room. "Good. Now, tell me, what do you know about the
Unforgivable curses?"
The group nodded warily. "Fine. How many of them are there?"
Many hands shot in the air, but Jacy saw a sneer on Harry's face.
Quirking a brow she leaned against her desk. "Potter?"
"3."
"Wrong." The entire class seemed to gasp. "Those three are the main. The most popular
with Voldemort and his cronies. However, there are 2 more."
Harry narrowed his eyes.
"One of these was popular a while ago, though it's rather out of fashion now. Erasara
Memoraba. It erases your memory. Everything." She had the class's attention now she noted wryly.
"You forget not only things like your childhood, but how to do the most basic things, like
eating, or going to the bathroom. The person is left as helpless as an infant."
Hermione raised her hand. "Ms. Granger?"
"If you don't mind me asking, where did you learn this stuff?"
"I went to Durmstang for the first 3 years of my academic career."
Harry sat up. "I thought you went to school with my father."
"I did. For the three years that I attended Hogwarts." Jacy's purple eyes stared into
green. Finally, she broke it off. "Shouldn't you be taking notes? I assure you this knowledge
will not go to waste."