*Alright...never written an HP fanficcy....anywho....please review it would be so nice if you did!! Reccommended you read OOTP to understand it, but not required.*
*Disclaimer: This is really depressing to admit...so..*sniff* SIRIUS IS NOT MINE! There. I said it. But. Angel IS mine.*
*Chapter One*
*First day of school, Fifth Year*
Sirius Black, otherwise known as Padfoot, flipped his hair arrogantly and looked at his mates as they were hanging around in the main hall. Moony (Remus Lupin), Prongs (James Potter), and Wormtail (Peter Pettigrew), were part ouf the Marauder's, and none were better at breaking rules then they.
"I'm bored," sighed Sirius, playing with a lock of black hair.
"Tough luck, mate," responded James, taking out his infamous Snitch and playing with it casually.
"Will you put that stupid thing away, remember last time? Wormtail nearly wet his pants at your efforts," snorted the long, raven-haired Padfoot.
"You know, since we're in fifth year and we have to sort out our jobs and all that, what d'you reckon you're going to be?" Interrupted Lupin, looking up from his book.
" I could be anything, so the choices are endless," sneered Padfoot, stretching and yawning.
"If you're so bored, why don't we check out the girls?" Asked Prongs eagerly, his hazel eyes lighting up.
"We all know you've got a thing for Lily, but none of the girls here are interesting. They all look the same. I need a challenge. All the girls throw themselves at our feet," At this comment, Wormtail nodded and clapped excitedly.
"When you can't buy yourself a date in a year..." muttered Moony, still poring over his book.
Pacing back and forth, Padfoot was pondering whether he would go up to the dormitory and see if there was anything interesting up there or patrol the halls and see if there were any good dorks hanging around. At that moment, the door banged open and a proffessor came bustling in, scolding a girl. Sirius's handsome, haughty face froze and there was a look that had never been on it before. Rapture.
The girl's hair streamed behind her in a gleaming black banner, the violently wavy (Thank you, Loulie...), jet-black locks shimmered and danced in the candle light. The waist-length stream of hair framed her face in a devil's peak. She scanend the hallway with icy blue eyes under long, luscious black lashes, and as her eyes passed over them they felt slightly chilled. Her thin, defined eyebrow was arched gracefully in a mixed look of arrogance and dissaproval. Her skin was pale and defined, her nose soft and in perfect perspective of her face. A full, rosy lip was curled in a sneer, revealing white, meticulously cared for teeth. A small black diamond gleamed from her nostril, and as she tucked a lock of hair behind a shell-shaped ear, there were five other such punctures in them, with interspersing black and white studs.
Her curved, graceful neck was framed by a chain that held a skull, mouth open and holding between silver teeth both a black and a white jewel. She bore a faded white shirt with no sleeves that clung to her small hips and white, gleaming shoulders. Her arms were slim and bore bracelets with the same skull-pattern she had on her neck, and her slim, delicate fingers were drumming her hips idly. Black, shining nails gleamed out at them, long and defined as she tapped rythmically.
Her pants were baggy and black, with two silver chains clanking on each leg, making a jingling sound whenever she walked. The bottoms billowed around her in unnatural largeness, completely concealing her feet. Her slim legs appeared larger by the large pants. When her toe peeked out it revealed a white shoe.
The proffessor was scolding the girl about arriving late, but she simply rolled her eyes and nodded without paying any attention. Sirius quickly regained himself as he heard James call his name.
"What!?" Sirius cried.
"If you stare any longer you might go blind, mate," snorted Prongs, patting him on the back.
"I've never seen anyone that looks like her," Padfoot spoke in his steady voice, smirking.
"You got anything in mind?"
"I think I've got myself a match."
The proffessor hurriedly bustled over to them. "I don't know why I'm asking you troublemakers," she spoke in a disgruntled tone," but will you show hospitality to Miss Angeline Laizer?"
"Sure we will!" Said Sirius quickly.
"Alright, then. You will accompany her to the Ceremony, and then to Gryffindor Common Room."
"Yes, ma'am," replied James, nodding.
"Very well, then," the proffessor bustled off.
"You four? Troublemakers? Such a scrawny bunch do not look capable of it," the girl named Angeline sneered in a bored tone.
Sirius grinned. "You're smaller than we are."
"So? Aren't women preferred to be smaller than men?" She sighed.
"Yes. And, we are not small."
"Whatever you say, then. I do not know why that dimwitted proffessor left me with people to try to find the dining hall. As if I could not find it myself."
"I think the ol' Proffessor made a good decision," spoke Sirius in a calm, deep mature tone.
"Are you the leader? No one else seems to have any tongue," but then, she spotted Moony and grinned happily. "Remus?!" She squealed, shoving the others aside and looking at him. "Is it you?"
"Yes, Angel it is," said Moony happily, as she embraced him in a tight hug.
She smiled and laughed. "I cannot believe it! A familiar face!"
"You know her, Moony?" Asked Padfoot sharply, with a hint of jealousy. "How?"
*Well, there goes the first chappie on my HP fanfic. I like it...I think. Review and I'll make cupcakes. And they'll be good. Reaaaaaally good.*
*Disclaimer: This is really depressing to admit...so..*sniff* SIRIUS IS NOT MINE! There. I said it. But. Angel IS mine.*
*Chapter One*
*First day of school, Fifth Year*
Sirius Black, otherwise known as Padfoot, flipped his hair arrogantly and looked at his mates as they were hanging around in the main hall. Moony (Remus Lupin), Prongs (James Potter), and Wormtail (Peter Pettigrew), were part ouf the Marauder's, and none were better at breaking rules then they.
"I'm bored," sighed Sirius, playing with a lock of black hair.
"Tough luck, mate," responded James, taking out his infamous Snitch and playing with it casually.
"Will you put that stupid thing away, remember last time? Wormtail nearly wet his pants at your efforts," snorted the long, raven-haired Padfoot.
"You know, since we're in fifth year and we have to sort out our jobs and all that, what d'you reckon you're going to be?" Interrupted Lupin, looking up from his book.
" I could be anything, so the choices are endless," sneered Padfoot, stretching and yawning.
"If you're so bored, why don't we check out the girls?" Asked Prongs eagerly, his hazel eyes lighting up.
"We all know you've got a thing for Lily, but none of the girls here are interesting. They all look the same. I need a challenge. All the girls throw themselves at our feet," At this comment, Wormtail nodded and clapped excitedly.
"When you can't buy yourself a date in a year..." muttered Moony, still poring over his book.
Pacing back and forth, Padfoot was pondering whether he would go up to the dormitory and see if there was anything interesting up there or patrol the halls and see if there were any good dorks hanging around. At that moment, the door banged open and a proffessor came bustling in, scolding a girl. Sirius's handsome, haughty face froze and there was a look that had never been on it before. Rapture.
The girl's hair streamed behind her in a gleaming black banner, the violently wavy (Thank you, Loulie...), jet-black locks shimmered and danced in the candle light. The waist-length stream of hair framed her face in a devil's peak. She scanend the hallway with icy blue eyes under long, luscious black lashes, and as her eyes passed over them they felt slightly chilled. Her thin, defined eyebrow was arched gracefully in a mixed look of arrogance and dissaproval. Her skin was pale and defined, her nose soft and in perfect perspective of her face. A full, rosy lip was curled in a sneer, revealing white, meticulously cared for teeth. A small black diamond gleamed from her nostril, and as she tucked a lock of hair behind a shell-shaped ear, there were five other such punctures in them, with interspersing black and white studs.
Her curved, graceful neck was framed by a chain that held a skull, mouth open and holding between silver teeth both a black and a white jewel. She bore a faded white shirt with no sleeves that clung to her small hips and white, gleaming shoulders. Her arms were slim and bore bracelets with the same skull-pattern she had on her neck, and her slim, delicate fingers were drumming her hips idly. Black, shining nails gleamed out at them, long and defined as she tapped rythmically.
Her pants were baggy and black, with two silver chains clanking on each leg, making a jingling sound whenever she walked. The bottoms billowed around her in unnatural largeness, completely concealing her feet. Her slim legs appeared larger by the large pants. When her toe peeked out it revealed a white shoe.
The proffessor was scolding the girl about arriving late, but she simply rolled her eyes and nodded without paying any attention. Sirius quickly regained himself as he heard James call his name.
"What!?" Sirius cried.
"If you stare any longer you might go blind, mate," snorted Prongs, patting him on the back.
"I've never seen anyone that looks like her," Padfoot spoke in his steady voice, smirking.
"You got anything in mind?"
"I think I've got myself a match."
The proffessor hurriedly bustled over to them. "I don't know why I'm asking you troublemakers," she spoke in a disgruntled tone," but will you show hospitality to Miss Angeline Laizer?"
"Sure we will!" Said Sirius quickly.
"Alright, then. You will accompany her to the Ceremony, and then to Gryffindor Common Room."
"Yes, ma'am," replied James, nodding.
"Very well, then," the proffessor bustled off.
"You four? Troublemakers? Such a scrawny bunch do not look capable of it," the girl named Angeline sneered in a bored tone.
Sirius grinned. "You're smaller than we are."
"So? Aren't women preferred to be smaller than men?" She sighed.
"Yes. And, we are not small."
"Whatever you say, then. I do not know why that dimwitted proffessor left me with people to try to find the dining hall. As if I could not find it myself."
"I think the ol' Proffessor made a good decision," spoke Sirius in a calm, deep mature tone.
"Are you the leader? No one else seems to have any tongue," but then, she spotted Moony and grinned happily. "Remus?!" She squealed, shoving the others aside and looking at him. "Is it you?"
"Yes, Angel it is," said Moony happily, as she embraced him in a tight hug.
She smiled and laughed. "I cannot believe it! A familiar face!"
"You know her, Moony?" Asked Padfoot sharply, with a hint of jealousy. "How?"
*Well, there goes the first chappie on my HP fanfic. I like it...I think. Review and I'll make cupcakes. And they'll be good. Reaaaaaally good.*