TITLE: "He's at Hogwarts" - Chapter 14
AUTHOR: Teigra
E-MAIL: teigra_kefira@yahoo.com
PAIRING: None yet... exactly
SERIES: Yes
ARCHIVE: Here and any where else that people want it, just ask first.
CLASSIFICATION: PG-13
SUMMARY: Looking back at Christmas past.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own them... She does *points to JKR* and I am making no money from this, 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? (PS - I don't have a beta reader any more... anyone out there want to help? This is also un-edited... I just typed it up and posted... forgive me?)
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Chapter Fourteen
Christmas Morning
Marry Christmas Prongs n' Moony! I many not get to see either of you, but I won't forget to wish you one any way. I wonder if Moony ever wishes me one? Probably not, he thinks I betrayed you Prongs. I would never do that, could never do that.
You know, it's kind of ironic that this Christmas I'm spending it in this shack. Fourteen years ago I spent my Christmas here, crying on Prongs' shoulder, now I'm spending it here remembering, and crying about Prongs.
I remember the last Christmas I spent with everyone I loved thirteen years ago. It was also the last time any of us spent Christmas together, and it was the very frist anniversery of my parents death. Gods, I am so glad they didn't let me spend it alone.
I spent that day with Moony, Kitty, Prongs and Prongs Jr, Wormtail hadn't been able to make it. At least I can look on that as a small blessing now. That memory isn't tainted.
I have very font memories of that Christmas. Kitty's burnt ham that she cried over, Prongs trying to get Prongs Jr to play with something other than the paper and Moony trying to take as many pictures as possible. I thought Kitty was going to curse him when he took a picture of the ham.
I know Kitty was hurt that her family hadn't come over that day, but she understood. Her parents were ill and that git of a sister she had, hadn't spoken to her since fifth year. She didn't even come to Kitty's wedding, though I don't think she was really welcome.
The three of them so tried to cheer me up. They wouldn't let me mope around all day. Every time I would start to slip away into my own little world, Prongs would put Prongs Jr on my lap. He was such a good baby, he didn't fuss and he always smiled. I loved him with all my heart, and I still do.
Even Dumbledore showed up later in the day bairing gifts. He brought Prongs Jr a toy that made different noises depending on where he touched it (which drove Kitty nuts for the next couple of months). For Kitty and Prongs, he gave them one of those clocks that told where they were at all times. I laughed when I saw that Moony, Wormy and I all had hands on the clock too. Kitty thought it was fitting, as we spent more time there than any place else.
Funny, I can't remember what he brought Moony and I.
It was a great Christmas and the last good Christmas I would have for a very last time. Perhaps the last good one I will ever have.
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I wonder what Harry and Moony are doing today?
Well, I have a very good idea of what Moony is doing today. The full moony is tonight, so he will be sleeping, that's what he always did on the day of the full moon. I wish I could be there for him, to help him control the wolf. Of course this is one of the longest nights of the year, so it's going to be a bad change. Where ever you are Moony, my thoughts are with you.
Harry on the other hand is probably waking up right about now and discovering the pile of gifts at the end of his bed. I hope that the Firebolt arrived on time for him. I wish I could be there to see the look on his face, but that just isn't possible. I will probably never again get to see the looks of surprise and joy on his face, or to wipe the tears from his cheeks.
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Dear goddess, I have to stop thinking about him, it just makes the pain in my heart worse. He's too young for me and I'm just lonely. He's my godson, I'm not supposed to think those thoughs about him. Yet everytime I see him (albit it isn't much and only from a distance), the feelings get stronger.
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Ugh, this is wrong, I'm supposed to love him, not be 'in love' with him.
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I've got to get my mind off of this. I'm going up to the castle for food.
AUTHOR: Teigra
E-MAIL: teigra_kefira@yahoo.com
PAIRING: None yet... exactly
SERIES: Yes
ARCHIVE: Here and any where else that people want it, just ask first.
CLASSIFICATION: PG-13
SUMMARY: Looking back at Christmas past.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own them... She does *points to JKR* and I am making no money from this, 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? (PS - I don't have a beta reader any more... anyone out there want to help? This is also un-edited... I just typed it up and posted... forgive me?)
Christmas Morning
Marry Christmas Prongs n' Moony! I many not get to see either of you, but I won't forget to wish you one any way. I wonder if Moony ever wishes me one? Probably not, he thinks I betrayed you Prongs. I would never do that, could never do that.
You know, it's kind of ironic that this Christmas I'm spending it in this shack. Fourteen years ago I spent my Christmas here, crying on Prongs' shoulder, now I'm spending it here remembering, and crying about Prongs.
I remember the last Christmas I spent with everyone I loved thirteen years ago. It was also the last time any of us spent Christmas together, and it was the very frist anniversery of my parents death. Gods, I am so glad they didn't let me spend it alone.
I spent that day with Moony, Kitty, Prongs and Prongs Jr, Wormtail hadn't been able to make it. At least I can look on that as a small blessing now. That memory isn't tainted.
I have very font memories of that Christmas. Kitty's burnt ham that she cried over, Prongs trying to get Prongs Jr to play with something other than the paper and Moony trying to take as many pictures as possible. I thought Kitty was going to curse him when he took a picture of the ham.
I know Kitty was hurt that her family hadn't come over that day, but she understood. Her parents were ill and that git of a sister she had, hadn't spoken to her since fifth year. She didn't even come to Kitty's wedding, though I don't think she was really welcome.
The three of them so tried to cheer me up. They wouldn't let me mope around all day. Every time I would start to slip away into my own little world, Prongs would put Prongs Jr on my lap. He was such a good baby, he didn't fuss and he always smiled. I loved him with all my heart, and I still do.
Even Dumbledore showed up later in the day bairing gifts. He brought Prongs Jr a toy that made different noises depending on where he touched it (which drove Kitty nuts for the next couple of months). For Kitty and Prongs, he gave them one of those clocks that told where they were at all times. I laughed when I saw that Moony, Wormy and I all had hands on the clock too. Kitty thought it was fitting, as we spent more time there than any place else.
Funny, I can't remember what he brought Moony and I.
It was a great Christmas and the last good Christmas I would have for a very last time. Perhaps the last good one I will ever have.
I wonder what Harry and Moony are doing today?
Well, I have a very good idea of what Moony is doing today. The full moony is tonight, so he will be sleeping, that's what he always did on the day of the full moon. I wish I could be there for him, to help him control the wolf. Of course this is one of the longest nights of the year, so it's going to be a bad change. Where ever you are Moony, my thoughts are with you.
Harry on the other hand is probably waking up right about now and discovering the pile of gifts at the end of his bed. I hope that the Firebolt arrived on time for him. I wish I could be there to see the look on his face, but that just isn't possible. I will probably never again get to see the looks of surprise and joy on his face, or to wipe the tears from his cheeks.
Dear goddess, I have to stop thinking about him, it just makes the pain in my heart worse. He's too young for me and I'm just lonely. He's my godson, I'm not supposed to think those thoughs about him. Yet everytime I see him (albit it isn't much and only from a distance), the feelings get stronger.
Ugh, this is wrong, I'm supposed to love him, not be 'in love' with him.
I've got to get my mind off of this. I'm going up to the castle for food.
