Antlers and Petals: As told by the Paws
By: Erina
Disclaimer: I'm not JK Rowling, and I don't pretend to be. This is not- for-profit, so don't sue me.I'm broke!
Author's Note: To anyone who was following I Know, I'm not giving up on that, I was simply struck with the idea of this. This fic is about the MWPP times, more specifically, 1976-1981. It is told through Sirius's eyes, so he put his own brand of wit and sarcasm into it. I hope you enjoy it!
Prologue: Meet the Paws
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I suppose the best way to start would be by introducing myself. Hi, my name is Sirius Orion Black. My parents are Niko Black and Etoile Maurelle DeWinter-Black. As you may have been able to tell, what with the fancy- smanchee names, My parental units are a bit tipped to the rich 'n' snobbish side.
The Blacks are a highly respected wizarding clan from Britain, dating back hundreds of years.and I'm unhappy to say, almost all in Slytherin with the occasional Ravenclaw thrown in.
I'm a Gryffindor.
Getting the picture?
Anyhow, the DeWinters (originally from France, but now settled in Britain), are older and even more respected. Those who didn't attend Beauxbatons were ALL Ravenclaws at Hogwarts.
I'm a Gryffindor.
As you may have assumed, I have regality, money, and arrogance running through my veins. But please, don't get the wrong idea about me. I'm a Marauder. A rebel. Or, as my father likes to say, "a good-for-nothing wiseass.." He continues this spiel with something like, "we never had this trouble with your older sisters. No detentions, no reports of elaborate pranks.and no GRYFFINDORS, that's for damn sure."
You see, I have five siblings, all sisters.
Sidra Maria Black-Townsend, my eldest sister, is the apple of my father's eye. A chip off the ole' block. High position in the Ministry of Magic, Head Girl and Slytherin at Hogwarts, like my father; and as people describe: "astonishingly beautiful". She would be God's gift to men was she not a complete bitch. She's already married, and her husband's a complete wanker. He's too snobbish and overbred. (then again, so is my sister.) I wouldn't wish Sidra on my worst enemy. Okay, I might wish her on Severus Snape.
Then we have my other four sisters, all of which I completely adore. The second-oldest is Phoebe Christina Black (Soon to be Phoebe Christina Lupin).she's engaged to my friend Remus Lupin's older brother Romulus. She's a sweetheart, as well as a Ravenclaw alum, though she spent more time in Gryffindor Tower with Romulus and her other Gryffindor friends than in Ravenclaw Wing with her housemates.
Next after Phoebe is Zara Phillipa Black. She's just adorable! We get along very, very well, and she's naturally hyperactive (not unlike myself). She's currently unattached, but I don't think it'll stay that way for too long.
After Zara is Antonia Vega Black, my favourite sister. She was a prankster at Hogwarts, like me, although she was also in Ravenclaw; so she was more focused on her studies than anything. She's so awesome, she's sweeter than candy, man.
Last, but certainly not least, is my identical twin sister Baina R(nee Black. She's in Gryffindor, like me, but my father overlooks it because he doesn't resent her like he resents me. (I just think ole' Niko's jealous, but that's just my opinion.)
I am the shame of my father, and the pride of my mother.
I'm 6'4, so the tallest person in my family (besides Baina, she's my height), only comes up to my shoulder. I have pale blue eyes, black hair that would make all other black hair pee it's pants, tanned skin, muscular build, and dashingly handsome looks *tee-hee*.
Although I'm sure you'd love to hear more about me, I'm here in actuality to tell the epic love story of the gallant James Potter and his graceful love Lily Evans... Sorry, I had to stop laughing. No, I'm telling Lily and James's story, just as I remember it. We're all twenty now, so I can go pretty in-depth. There will also be some side notes from Remus and Peter (you'll hear all about them later), as well as some from my fiance( Sheilagh and Lily's other chums, (again, you'll hear all about them later.)
So sit back, get some munchies, and enjoy the show.
It all starts on a sweltering July day, 1976...
To tide you over till the next instalment, here's my favourite song to describe my pal Lily and my chum James.
Crazy Love .
Van Morrison
I can hear her heart beat for a thousand miles
And the heavens open every time she smiles
And when I come to her that's where I belong
Yet I'm running to her like a river's song
Chorus:
She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love
She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love She's got a fine sense of humour when I'm feeling low down
And when I come to her when the sun goes down
Take away my trouble, take away my grief
Take away my heartache, in the night like a thief
Chorus:
Yes I need her in the daytime
Yes I need her in the night
Yes I want to throw my arms around her
Kiss her hug her kiss her hug her tight And when I'm returning from so far away
She gives me some sweet lovin' brighten up my day
Yes it makes me righteous, yes it makes me feel whole
Yes it makes me mellow down in to my soul
Chorus
By: Erina
Disclaimer: I'm not JK Rowling, and I don't pretend to be. This is not- for-profit, so don't sue me.I'm broke!
Author's Note: To anyone who was following I Know, I'm not giving up on that, I was simply struck with the idea of this. This fic is about the MWPP times, more specifically, 1976-1981. It is told through Sirius's eyes, so he put his own brand of wit and sarcasm into it. I hope you enjoy it!
Prologue: Meet the Paws
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
I suppose the best way to start would be by introducing myself. Hi, my name is Sirius Orion Black. My parents are Niko Black and Etoile Maurelle DeWinter-Black. As you may have been able to tell, what with the fancy- smanchee names, My parental units are a bit tipped to the rich 'n' snobbish side.
The Blacks are a highly respected wizarding clan from Britain, dating back hundreds of years.and I'm unhappy to say, almost all in Slytherin with the occasional Ravenclaw thrown in.
I'm a Gryffindor.
Getting the picture?
Anyhow, the DeWinters (originally from France, but now settled in Britain), are older and even more respected. Those who didn't attend Beauxbatons were ALL Ravenclaws at Hogwarts.
I'm a Gryffindor.
As you may have assumed, I have regality, money, and arrogance running through my veins. But please, don't get the wrong idea about me. I'm a Marauder. A rebel. Or, as my father likes to say, "a good-for-nothing wiseass.." He continues this spiel with something like, "we never had this trouble with your older sisters. No detentions, no reports of elaborate pranks.and no GRYFFINDORS, that's for damn sure."
You see, I have five siblings, all sisters.
Sidra Maria Black-Townsend, my eldest sister, is the apple of my father's eye. A chip off the ole' block. High position in the Ministry of Magic, Head Girl and Slytherin at Hogwarts, like my father; and as people describe: "astonishingly beautiful". She would be God's gift to men was she not a complete bitch. She's already married, and her husband's a complete wanker. He's too snobbish and overbred. (then again, so is my sister.) I wouldn't wish Sidra on my worst enemy. Okay, I might wish her on Severus Snape.
Then we have my other four sisters, all of which I completely adore. The second-oldest is Phoebe Christina Black (Soon to be Phoebe Christina Lupin).she's engaged to my friend Remus Lupin's older brother Romulus. She's a sweetheart, as well as a Ravenclaw alum, though she spent more time in Gryffindor Tower with Romulus and her other Gryffindor friends than in Ravenclaw Wing with her housemates.
Next after Phoebe is Zara Phillipa Black. She's just adorable! We get along very, very well, and she's naturally hyperactive (not unlike myself). She's currently unattached, but I don't think it'll stay that way for too long.
After Zara is Antonia Vega Black, my favourite sister. She was a prankster at Hogwarts, like me, although she was also in Ravenclaw; so she was more focused on her studies than anything. She's so awesome, she's sweeter than candy, man.
Last, but certainly not least, is my identical twin sister Baina R(nee Black. She's in Gryffindor, like me, but my father overlooks it because he doesn't resent her like he resents me. (I just think ole' Niko's jealous, but that's just my opinion.)
I am the shame of my father, and the pride of my mother.
I'm 6'4, so the tallest person in my family (besides Baina, she's my height), only comes up to my shoulder. I have pale blue eyes, black hair that would make all other black hair pee it's pants, tanned skin, muscular build, and dashingly handsome looks *tee-hee*.
Although I'm sure you'd love to hear more about me, I'm here in actuality to tell the epic love story of the gallant James Potter and his graceful love Lily Evans... Sorry, I had to stop laughing. No, I'm telling Lily and James's story, just as I remember it. We're all twenty now, so I can go pretty in-depth. There will also be some side notes from Remus and Peter (you'll hear all about them later), as well as some from my fiance( Sheilagh and Lily's other chums, (again, you'll hear all about them later.)
So sit back, get some munchies, and enjoy the show.
It all starts on a sweltering July day, 1976...
To tide you over till the next instalment, here's my favourite song to describe my pal Lily and my chum James.
Crazy Love .
Van Morrison
I can hear her heart beat for a thousand miles
And the heavens open every time she smiles
And when I come to her that's where I belong
Yet I'm running to her like a river's song
Chorus:
She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love
She give me love, love, love, love, crazy love She's got a fine sense of humour when I'm feeling low down
And when I come to her when the sun goes down
Take away my trouble, take away my grief
Take away my heartache, in the night like a thief
Chorus:
Yes I need her in the daytime
Yes I need her in the night
Yes I want to throw my arms around her
Kiss her hug her kiss her hug her tight And when I'm returning from so far away
She gives me some sweet lovin' brighten up my day
Yes it makes me righteous, yes it makes me feel whole
Yes it makes me mellow down in to my soul
Chorus