CLASSIFICATION: PG-13 for language and thoughts.
SUMMARY: Sirius is looking for Parchment and a Paper
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter, in any way, shape or form. I love to read the books, but I sure don't own them. J.K. Rowling and WB do. This is simply a tribute to the Harry Potter series. I am making no money from this and I'm just enjoying sharing some of my own crazy ideas.
AUTHORS NOTE: This is Sirius' thoughts... He's not talking to anyone, it's all in his mind. This the beginning of a long story... that ends with my story "Face of My King" I don't have everything written yet... but that's half the fun, waiting for the next chapter right?
THANK YOU: I would like to thank my beta reader, DML, The Violent Couch. Thank you so much.
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Chapter Thirteen
It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas
It's been a month and a half since I sent out the letter, at least I assume it went out, the cat didn't come back with it. It was strange watching the cat walking down the pathway, it in a way, reminded me of a simpler time when Wormtail would go scurrying down the road to Huneydukes.
Back then things were so simple. The world was a different place, and I was a different man.
This day fourteen years ago, our only thought was that the Christmas holidays had just begun and a whole new season of pranks needed to be planned. No one thought that in three days our lives would be turned upside down. Least of all me.
I think it was that day we lost Wormtail to our group forever. He acted differently after we woke up that Christmas morning. Of course, I was different too. I think Prongs was the only one that wasn't changed as much as the rest of us. Though that was because he had already gone through it. During our first year he had lost his parents, though not to Voldemort, but to a house fire.
He was the one who pulled me though that day. He had come to live with us the summer his parents passed and when I think of it now he had become a part of your family. I mean I never really noticed any thing different because he was my best friend, but my mom, dad, and little sister all welcomed him in. Though, I think Jenni had a bit of a crush on him.
I know it reached further than just the four of us, but the pain I felt at the time made it feel that I was the only one effected. I became a very rich young man that day, but none of that mattered. I had lost my family. I think if I didn't have Prongs and Moony, I would have gone nuts. They became my family, even more than they already were.
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Maybe that's why I want to make Harry's Christmas so special. So he won't ever go though what I did. However, in a way he went through worse. The Dursleys? I still can't understand why he was sent to the Dursleys. They must have treated him like pond scum. Why else would he have left in the middle of the summer?
He looks so much like Prongs it's scary, but he has Kitty's eyes.
I can't quite figure out my feelings for him though. He's my godson, and the son of my best friend, but ever since I first saw him on Magnolia Crescent, I get this funny feeling, and I feel like I'll do anything for him. Actually, I broke out of Azkaban for him, to help save him from Wormtail. What is happening to me?
OK, so Moony and I had a brief, but very educational fling and I had a slight crush on Prongs, but Harry is thirteen, I'm thirty-one. This can't be happening.
That's right, it's not happening. I'm just lonely and my mind is running a way with me. That's it.
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Well, with Christmas three days away, I'm going to have to figure out something to do. I can't sit here on my duff all day.
I should go up to the castle. At least I'll get a good meal up there. God knows I need it. That way I could find out if Harry got the broom or not. I'm sure he didn't go home for the holidays. I know I wouldn't go back to the Dursleys if I didn't have to.
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Three days till Christmas. Three days till the anniversary of their deaths. Twelve years of grief that for the first time feels real.
SUMMARY: Sirius is looking for Parchment and a Paper
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter, in any way, shape or form. I love to read the books, but I sure don't own them. J.K. Rowling and WB do. This is simply a tribute to the Harry Potter series. I am making no money from this and I'm just enjoying sharing some of my own crazy ideas.
AUTHORS NOTE: This is Sirius' thoughts... He's not talking to anyone, it's all in his mind. This the beginning of a long story... that ends with my story "Face of My King" I don't have everything written yet... but that's half the fun, waiting for the next chapter right?
THANK YOU: I would like to thank my beta reader, DML, The Violent Couch. Thank you so much.
Chapter Thirteen
It's Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas
It's been a month and a half since I sent out the letter, at least I assume it went out, the cat didn't come back with it. It was strange watching the cat walking down the pathway, it in a way, reminded me of a simpler time when Wormtail would go scurrying down the road to Huneydukes.
Back then things were so simple. The world was a different place, and I was a different man.
This day fourteen years ago, our only thought was that the Christmas holidays had just begun and a whole new season of pranks needed to be planned. No one thought that in three days our lives would be turned upside down. Least of all me.
I think it was that day we lost Wormtail to our group forever. He acted differently after we woke up that Christmas morning. Of course, I was different too. I think Prongs was the only one that wasn't changed as much as the rest of us. Though that was because he had already gone through it. During our first year he had lost his parents, though not to Voldemort, but to a house fire.
He was the one who pulled me though that day. He had come to live with us the summer his parents passed and when I think of it now he had become a part of your family. I mean I never really noticed any thing different because he was my best friend, but my mom, dad, and little sister all welcomed him in. Though, I think Jenni had a bit of a crush on him.
I know it reached further than just the four of us, but the pain I felt at the time made it feel that I was the only one effected. I became a very rich young man that day, but none of that mattered. I had lost my family. I think if I didn't have Prongs and Moony, I would have gone nuts. They became my family, even more than they already were.
Maybe that's why I want to make Harry's Christmas so special. So he won't ever go though what I did. However, in a way he went through worse. The Dursleys? I still can't understand why he was sent to the Dursleys. They must have treated him like pond scum. Why else would he have left in the middle of the summer?
He looks so much like Prongs it's scary, but he has Kitty's eyes.
I can't quite figure out my feelings for him though. He's my godson, and the son of my best friend, but ever since I first saw him on Magnolia Crescent, I get this funny feeling, and I feel like I'll do anything for him. Actually, I broke out of Azkaban for him, to help save him from Wormtail. What is happening to me?
OK, so Moony and I had a brief, but very educational fling and I had a slight crush on Prongs, but Harry is thirteen, I'm thirty-one. This can't be happening.
That's right, it's not happening. I'm just lonely and my mind is running a way with me. That's it.
Well, with Christmas three days away, I'm going to have to figure out something to do. I can't sit here on my duff all day.
I should go up to the castle. At least I'll get a good meal up there. God knows I need it. That way I could find out if Harry got the broom or not. I'm sure he didn't go home for the holidays. I know I wouldn't go back to the Dursleys if I didn't have to.
Three days till Christmas. Three days till the anniversary of their deaths. Twelve years of grief that for the first time feels real.
