Title: Just an American Girl and British Boy Love Story (Part 2)

Part Four of the Silent Song Series.

Author: PLS

Date: May 23, 2003

Rating: PG

Summery: Response to a challenge on HarryXSnapeML- Alternate Timeline/ Albus didn't stop Grindelwald, he joined him. How has that impacted the Wizarding world?

Quote for the section: A woman has got to love a bad man once or twice in her life to be thankful for a good one. -- Mae West (1892-1980)

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"Moony! Show me the letter! I wanna see!" The large black haired man lunged at the thin man with light brown hair. The thin man nimbly jumped out of the way sending the other man sprawling onto the carpeted floor in their hotel room. From on top of the bed Moony laughed.

"No way Padfoot! It's private." Said Moony with a grin at his fallen friend. Padfoot growled at the man and then grinned.

"So you got a girlfriend?" asked Padfoot childishly drawing out the last word. Moony blushed and tried to ignore the taunting. "Moony and his girlfriend sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G!"

"Oh, shut up! Juvenile beast!" snapped Moony.

"Says the guy who still likes to have the latest and greatest from Zonko's." snapped Padfoot as he got up off the floor. He went over to the Great Horned Owl that was perched on one of the lamps and picked it up, "Come on buddy, lets get you some food and water and leave the lovesick wolf to his love letter reading." With that Padfoot left the hotel room and started to try to figure out why the heck he left the room when he should have just called for room service.

The man put the owl onto his arm and then started to try to recall where in the hotel he was. He was very plastered and flustered when Moony drug him into the hotel room last night at midnight last night. They had just gotten out of a embassy party where they were supposed to be spying on a rather important American politician. Moony stuck to the old geek like glue and was writing up notes on the whole thing just before that owl came into the room. Moony was always so good about things like that, just like he was in school.

Padfoot, on the other hand was bored with the whole thing after the first second. He was a combat wizard and unlike Moony who was in love with the whole spy deal, he wanted battle and bloodshed. Not that he liked to kill, no he hated to kill, Padfoot just liked action and was there to protect Moony. Padfoot was the only one Dumbledore trusted to watch over the werewolf who was the most trusted spy in the whole Legion. Not to mention that both men were rather rash at times and not one of the other Legionaries could keep up with how they did things.

Padfoot was really Sirius Cyrus Black, the former Quidditich announcer of Hogwarts and part of the infamous prankster troupe, the Marauders. His best friend and werewolf spy was Remus Rollin Lupin, the youngest member of the Marauders by at least ten years. As far as Padfoot knew the werewolf was thirty-two, even if he looked forty like Sirius was. Padfoot on the other hand was forty-three and yet he looked much the same as he did when he was twenty-one. Padfoot blamed the monthly transformations that Remus had to endure on the aged appearance of his best friend. They were the last of the Marauders, Prongs and Lady Bird were killed when their little son, Harry, was being hunted by some evil wizard that Moony swore was Grindelwald. Wormtail was gone, lost in a very tragic explosion at a Muggle embassy in Kenya in the year 1998. He was there escorting a very important wizard scientist to a safe point that Dumbledore had set up when something happened and they were killed in the bombing.  They were living in dark times and the three had died bravely, Padfoot could ask no more than that when his time came.

The owl hooted waking Padfoot up from his reverie. He was growing too melancholy.  Maybe it was just his old age finally showing itself, thought the man as he found the doors to the elevator. It was in use so Padfoot hit the button and waited. The owl looked to be studying the hallway and thinking about something. Padfoot was rather surprised that an owl would be like that but he said nothing about it.

As they finally got on the elevator Sirius couldn't keep quiet any longer.

"Okay, you're one of those super-intelligent hybrid owls, aren't you?" he asked. The owl blinked at him and nodded. Sirius wasn't too taken aback by this news as he thought he would be, though it was astounding. But the hybrids were becoming more popular now that it was found they were more reliable and better at protecting themselves than the traditional post owl breeds. The North American post owls were very magically gifted when domesticated by talented breeders and when their blood was mixed with the more personable and very intelligent European domesticated post owl breeds, an almost perfect post owl would be born. The only downfall was that the owls had almost human intelligence and had proven to be on the same mental level as a twelve-year-old child, but all breeders swore the IQ's were higher than that.

Sirius was almost glad at that news; maybe the owl would help him help Moony get together with his girlfriend. With a grin, the Marauder asked the owl a very important question: "Wanna help Moony and your mistress finally have a proper date?" The owl considered the offer. As the elevator came to the ground floor it nodded and Sirius laughed. It was going to be a challenge, but honestly Moony needed to finally admit that he was in love with that pretty little witch that he had accidentally drug into a dangerous situation last spring in New York.

Sirius sprinted to the kitchens. He honestly had no clue where he was going but he had never gone wrong following his nose. Just as he reached two great swinging metal doors he was stopped by a waiter.

"Um, sir you can't go back here." Said the twenty-something guy as he looked nervously at the owl.

"Sorry, but my friend kicked me and his pet owl out. He's reading a secret love letter or something and well, I was hungry and wanted to get this owl and me some food. I don't have a clue what to do, so I came to the kitchen." Explained Sirius with a sheepish grin. It was no wonder he looked like he was twenty-nine at the most: he acted like a teenager!

"Okay, follow me sir. I'll take you to the dining room and get your owl some raw meat cubes and what would you like?"

"Fish and chips?"

"The chef will be ecstatic to finally cook what he calls normal food." The waiter flashed a happy smile and led them to an almost empty but very fancy restaurant. He seated Sirius in a very hidden booth and placed an empty dish holder on the table for the owl.

When the waiter vanished Sirius grinned wolfishly at the owl, "Time to start our plotting."

To Be Continued . . .