R E S P O N S E S:
BELANDRA: If you would like to learn more about Sirius's sheep, Mopsy,
please read the fic The Marauders and James American Cousin from hell!
Have fun! I don't know, she may come up in this fic, haven't decided!
SLICK: I'm brilliant? Really. I do hope you can find it again!!! And
see, I did continue!
CLOUD: I'm glad you were kept laughing! That is my goal!
A L I T T L E N O T E: It's thundering now, not going to leave a
message.
R A T I N G: PG-13 because I say so
C H A P T E R T W O- Of Family and Friends.. Did I mention enemies?
"Bella," said Sirius coolly, glaring intently at the tall, sixth year girl who had shoved her way into the compartment with her Slytherin friends, "Get out of here before I tell your Da that you were hanging with Gryffindors!"
Bella's voice was a horrible baby-like croon, "Awww, ickle Sirioo finks that he is scaring cousin Bella." Her friends laughed heartily, "I don't really give a damn about what my 'Da' thinks! And you, a Gryffindor, you shame the Black name."
"Doesn't really look like I give a damn about shaming a name that has been shamed for years, does it?" Sirius yelled standing up swiftly.
But James pulled him down again, "Not now, Sirius. We can get back at her later!" Sirius nodded reluctantly and let Bellatrix continue her rant.
"Honesty, your ugly follower there, Potter, horrible name! Disgrace to wizards, and who's this, a Mudblood not doubt!" she said noticing Remus for the first time.
"Actually," Remus remarked calmly, "you can trace my family back twelve generations. You'll find that you can dislike me for more important reasons." He looked thoughtfully at Bella who was fuming with anger.
"All the same, you hang out with my ickle cousin and his nasty, mudblood loving friends. I don't need another reason to hate you, you exist," Bella snarled, turned on her heel with her friends and left the compartment. But before she could leave a short dumpy boy with white- blonde hair tripped over her turning leg, sprawling on the floor, Bella smirked with mirth and left them.
Sirius glared after his cousin, "I can't believe that hag, she's, she's." He was fuming with anger, looking remarkably like Bella, and couldn't finish his sentence. "I'm sorry guys, she's just so plainly evil, like the rest of my damn family," he said apologetically to Remus and James.
James shrugged, "Eh, you know, used to it after the first few times. What matters is that your not like her, Sirius!" Remus nodded at this and they heard a moan come from the doorway. For the first time they noticed the boy trying to grip the seat, failing, and falling back down onto his face. He finally stood up and the three boys were staring at him.
"Er, hello. I'm Peter, nice to meet you," the boy called Peter said in a quiet whisper. Still, they stared. "Right, I'll be going now!" his voice was a squeak and he hurried out of the room.
"James," Sirius whispered rather loudly. "Look out in the corridor," James obeyed. "Which compartment did he go in?"
James counted for a moment, "Six down, on the left."
A malicious grin, so characteristic of Sirius, replaced his furrows of anger, "Yes, lovely. Just lovely!"
James's eyes filled with realization. "Bloody Hell, Sirius. You pulled a prank without me!" James said, laughing.
Remus stood up, an eager look in his eyes, "Oo, what did you do?"
"Wait for it, wait for it, now!" They heard a bang slam through the train. Heads were poking out of compartment doors to find the source of the racket all down the corridor. Prefects were yelling at everyone to back away as blue, glittering smoke trailed out of the sixth compartment on the left and four people came scrambling out, all with flaming hair. Literally flaming hair, a bright navy flames erupted from the people's heads.
"Sirius!" Remus said. "Is it dangerous?"
Sirius shook his head, "No! Of course not! It just burns for a few hours and then wears off. I can't think that there's a counter-charm, got the charm from Brige, you know her, comes up with her own stuff."
"Brige?" Remus asked with raised eyebrows.
"Me mum's friend's niece. Bit of a disgrace to her family like I am to mine. Doesn't see the point in all the crap that Voldemort's putting on, but she's always getting in trouble with the ministry. See, she makes up her own spells that she always forgets to make counter-spells for. Then she teaches them to whoever'll listen and they can't get the curses off. Oh they usually aren't dangerous," Sirius said hastily at Remus's look "just no way to get them to go away. But not this one." They watched the four people try to bat out the fire that was burning brightly. The fire made the walls of the corridor glitter curiously and everyone who wasn't on fire was laughing heartily.
The blonde boy with a face like a rat was having such a turn that it made even Remus hysterical with laughter, he was screaming something that sounded a lot like "STOP, DROP, AND ROLL! STOP, DROP, AND ROLL!" But the fire was as sound as ever. It burned contently and he couldn't do anything to stop it. Meanwhile, he was rolling on the floor, followed by a few of the others who were rolling into everything from walls to students. It was the first and last time that Peter had ever been a leader.
Frank Longbottom and few of the other prefects had made their way from the prefects' compartment, "What's going on here?" The one who had shouted was tall and looked like she was fighting off laryngitis already, was Marlene McKinnon. Her face was arranged in a scowl that would have made any man cringe in fear and it didn't look like she was going to go easy on Sirius, like Frank had.
"Uh-Oh. Here comes Marlene," Sirius said fearfully.
James looked at his friend, "How do you know all these people's names if you've never even been to Hogwarts before?"
Sirius smirked, "Oh, I don't know everyone, just the prefects. You know, got friends in high places, and really, really low ones," he added. "Hullo Marlene. Beautiful day for a row across the lake, isn't it?"
But Marlene obviously didn't think that it was a beautiful day at all, in fact she looked as though she had been struck by lightening, "I don't know how you know my name, nor do I think I want to know. But are you Sirius Black?" Sirius nodded, gulping. "Right well, you've got detention."
"What?! I didn't do it!" Sirius lied.
Marlene let out a snort of laughter, "Right! Good lie there, great comeback. We've got Regurgitating Spells on the whole train!"
"Damn," Sirius muttered. And James shook his head in laughter.
"What? You want to join him? Fine! You've got detention too! What about you? You want some to go along?" Marlene screamed at them. Remus shuffled his feet but she didn't go as far to give him a detention too. She turned on her heel and slammed the door behind them, not even bothering to ask what the counter curse was.
"Didn't think it'd be that quick!" Sirius said slumping down on the bench.
Remus looked at him, his slightly yellow eyes still amused, "What?"
"Detention," James answered for him. "D'you think it's enough to write home about? Mum'll be in a right state."
Sirius shook his head in doubt, "Nah, painless flaming hair is nothing to write home about. My mum and dad'll just be disappointed that it wasn't real fire. You know, I'm not 'pure-blooded' enough."
***
The rest of the ride was quite enjoyable, in fact their detention flew from their minds as quickly as it had arrived. The train had soon slowed down significantly and they quickly put their robes on. The scrambled off the steps, Sirius pushing Remus, who in turn ran into James, and Sirius stepped over them, smirking gleefully. James however had a different idea of how things were going down. He grabbed Sirius around the shins and Sirius fell flat on his face, his wand, an assortment of joke stuff, and a piece of parchment fell out of his pockets. A few people laughed and Marlene, who was getting in to one of the thestral carried carriages glared at them and Sirius hastily put all of the contents back into his pockets.
"Firs' years this way!" a booming voice filled the platform and Sirius, James, and Remus followed it to the boats in the lake. The three climbed into a boat and it rocked slightly. Sirius grinned, braced himself against the sides of the boat and began to rock it back and forth.
"SIRIUS! Stop!" James warned. Sirius looked at him with big puppy dog eyes, looking like a sullen beagle. "Oh, quit it!" And Sirius let go of his look and the boat steadied a little. Suddenly a thud, followed by a splash of water was heard as someone fell into their dinghy, the boat rocking more now than when Sirius was sloshing it. It was Peter Pettigrew, his hair still flaming bright blue. James muttered something under his breath and looked to Sirius who shrugged. Remus didn't look in the bit disturbed by the fact that this boy had fallen into their boat, he was just happy that these people were still talking to him. Peter pushed Sirius and James apart and sat between them, much to the disgruntlement of James and Sirius.
"Sorry bout that! But all the other boats are full!" he said shivering slightly. Sirius looked over at another boat that was half empty and raised his eyebrows. "No, I can't sit there.. Slytherins."
"Who knows maybe you'll be in Slytherin!" James said enthusiastically. But Peter only shuddered. "It's going to be a long year," James muttered under his breath. They arrived at the school, all bright-eyed and busy-tailed, waiting for the sorting.
"Grease-monkey sighting!" Sirius whispered in James's ear.
James perked up, "Where!?!"
Sirius pointed to a medium height boy with shoulder length black, greasy hair. "Scary isn't it?" James nodded but before he could reply McGonagall's voice filled the hall and they were motioned into the Great Hall. Sirius's eyes lit up at the crowd and he smirked. James's stomach sunk a little bit, but he was okay. Peter looked even paler than it was thought possible. Remus was looking rather pale too, but he was just worried. Worried that these people wouldn't accept him, they were going to shun him. 'Don't be stupid!' he told himself. 'They don't even know! They don't need to know', he added in his mind.
The Sorting Hat was placed on the stool in front of everyone, the uppermost rip of the hat opened wide and took in a deep breath of air. The girl that James had been staring at earlier gasped slightly as it broke out in song.
Thousand's of years ago, when I was born anew,
Four friends of greatness and bright,
And the will to help too
Built from a premier key stone, gorgeous to magical sight
A school for the gifted in wandry
And brewery and other magical feats,
Even some house-elves with gifts for laundry
And making some great eats
Sorry that was random, but I'm a hat, so what's new?
These four friends were Gryffindor, Slytherin
Ravenclaw and Huflfepuff too
So the four houses were born, each with different traits.
Gryffindor, where the brave will fare best
In Slytherin the ambitious will be great mates
Ravenclaw the brilliant have a fun book-fest
Hufflepuff was a kind old witch, and the lot she had
And though Slytherin soon left
Many students ended up in grad
This song is too random, and doesn't fit the tale
In fact, the last rhyme didn't follow the scheme
But it matters not, as hats brain's are dim
I've only one job, to look in your head and take what will seem
As mushed old fluff, and turn into something not so grim!
SOOOo. put me on your head
Or else I shall be dead
This follows no rules
But that's okay, I'm the cools!
"Oh my Merlin," Sirius whispered. "Disco has raided the mind of a great ancient artifact. what next? RAPPING QUILLS? Someone kill me now." The Great Hall burst out into applause and many of the students were laughing. But someone was calling out into the crowd, "ABBOT, JOHN!" He was sorted into Ravenclaw and before Sirius knew what hit him he was on the stool looking under the brim into the crowd around him, smiling brightly. The hat didn't take much time deliberating before Sirius was put in Gryffindor. Dumbledore beamed and a few of the people at the Slytherin table gaped. Sirius couldn't help noticing that in addition to a tumultuous applause from the people surrounding him at the Gryffindor table, several Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs looked at him quizzically. The Sorting ended with Remus, James, and Peter all in Gryffindor, though how Peter managed no one is quite sure.
Review people, it makes me happy. So do flames, well they are reviews after all. I'm sorry I rushed the sorting, it just gets repetitive after a while. You know? I just wanted to show the reaction to Sirius's sorting. Oh and the Sorting Hat's song. hehe, that was really random. it was fun to write though. Sorry about the disco guys! *wink wink*
With love,
Sirius, his sheep, and Lilolu
BELANDRA: If you would like to learn more about Sirius's sheep, Mopsy,
please read the fic The Marauders and James American Cousin from hell!
Have fun! I don't know, she may come up in this fic, haven't decided!
SLICK: I'm brilliant? Really. I do hope you can find it again!!! And
see, I did continue!
CLOUD: I'm glad you were kept laughing! That is my goal!
A L I T T L E N O T E: It's thundering now, not going to leave a
message.
R A T I N G: PG-13 because I say so
C H A P T E R T W O- Of Family and Friends.. Did I mention enemies?
"Bella," said Sirius coolly, glaring intently at the tall, sixth year girl who had shoved her way into the compartment with her Slytherin friends, "Get out of here before I tell your Da that you were hanging with Gryffindors!"
Bella's voice was a horrible baby-like croon, "Awww, ickle Sirioo finks that he is scaring cousin Bella." Her friends laughed heartily, "I don't really give a damn about what my 'Da' thinks! And you, a Gryffindor, you shame the Black name."
"Doesn't really look like I give a damn about shaming a name that has been shamed for years, does it?" Sirius yelled standing up swiftly.
But James pulled him down again, "Not now, Sirius. We can get back at her later!" Sirius nodded reluctantly and let Bellatrix continue her rant.
"Honesty, your ugly follower there, Potter, horrible name! Disgrace to wizards, and who's this, a Mudblood not doubt!" she said noticing Remus for the first time.
"Actually," Remus remarked calmly, "you can trace my family back twelve generations. You'll find that you can dislike me for more important reasons." He looked thoughtfully at Bella who was fuming with anger.
"All the same, you hang out with my ickle cousin and his nasty, mudblood loving friends. I don't need another reason to hate you, you exist," Bella snarled, turned on her heel with her friends and left the compartment. But before she could leave a short dumpy boy with white- blonde hair tripped over her turning leg, sprawling on the floor, Bella smirked with mirth and left them.
Sirius glared after his cousin, "I can't believe that hag, she's, she's." He was fuming with anger, looking remarkably like Bella, and couldn't finish his sentence. "I'm sorry guys, she's just so plainly evil, like the rest of my damn family," he said apologetically to Remus and James.
James shrugged, "Eh, you know, used to it after the first few times. What matters is that your not like her, Sirius!" Remus nodded at this and they heard a moan come from the doorway. For the first time they noticed the boy trying to grip the seat, failing, and falling back down onto his face. He finally stood up and the three boys were staring at him.
"Er, hello. I'm Peter, nice to meet you," the boy called Peter said in a quiet whisper. Still, they stared. "Right, I'll be going now!" his voice was a squeak and he hurried out of the room.
"James," Sirius whispered rather loudly. "Look out in the corridor," James obeyed. "Which compartment did he go in?"
James counted for a moment, "Six down, on the left."
A malicious grin, so characteristic of Sirius, replaced his furrows of anger, "Yes, lovely. Just lovely!"
James's eyes filled with realization. "Bloody Hell, Sirius. You pulled a prank without me!" James said, laughing.
Remus stood up, an eager look in his eyes, "Oo, what did you do?"
"Wait for it, wait for it, now!" They heard a bang slam through the train. Heads were poking out of compartment doors to find the source of the racket all down the corridor. Prefects were yelling at everyone to back away as blue, glittering smoke trailed out of the sixth compartment on the left and four people came scrambling out, all with flaming hair. Literally flaming hair, a bright navy flames erupted from the people's heads.
"Sirius!" Remus said. "Is it dangerous?"
Sirius shook his head, "No! Of course not! It just burns for a few hours and then wears off. I can't think that there's a counter-charm, got the charm from Brige, you know her, comes up with her own stuff."
"Brige?" Remus asked with raised eyebrows.
"Me mum's friend's niece. Bit of a disgrace to her family like I am to mine. Doesn't see the point in all the crap that Voldemort's putting on, but she's always getting in trouble with the ministry. See, she makes up her own spells that she always forgets to make counter-spells for. Then she teaches them to whoever'll listen and they can't get the curses off. Oh they usually aren't dangerous," Sirius said hastily at Remus's look "just no way to get them to go away. But not this one." They watched the four people try to bat out the fire that was burning brightly. The fire made the walls of the corridor glitter curiously and everyone who wasn't on fire was laughing heartily.
The blonde boy with a face like a rat was having such a turn that it made even Remus hysterical with laughter, he was screaming something that sounded a lot like "STOP, DROP, AND ROLL! STOP, DROP, AND ROLL!" But the fire was as sound as ever. It burned contently and he couldn't do anything to stop it. Meanwhile, he was rolling on the floor, followed by a few of the others who were rolling into everything from walls to students. It was the first and last time that Peter had ever been a leader.
Frank Longbottom and few of the other prefects had made their way from the prefects' compartment, "What's going on here?" The one who had shouted was tall and looked like she was fighting off laryngitis already, was Marlene McKinnon. Her face was arranged in a scowl that would have made any man cringe in fear and it didn't look like she was going to go easy on Sirius, like Frank had.
"Uh-Oh. Here comes Marlene," Sirius said fearfully.
James looked at his friend, "How do you know all these people's names if you've never even been to Hogwarts before?"
Sirius smirked, "Oh, I don't know everyone, just the prefects. You know, got friends in high places, and really, really low ones," he added. "Hullo Marlene. Beautiful day for a row across the lake, isn't it?"
But Marlene obviously didn't think that it was a beautiful day at all, in fact she looked as though she had been struck by lightening, "I don't know how you know my name, nor do I think I want to know. But are you Sirius Black?" Sirius nodded, gulping. "Right well, you've got detention."
"What?! I didn't do it!" Sirius lied.
Marlene let out a snort of laughter, "Right! Good lie there, great comeback. We've got Regurgitating Spells on the whole train!"
"Damn," Sirius muttered. And James shook his head in laughter.
"What? You want to join him? Fine! You've got detention too! What about you? You want some to go along?" Marlene screamed at them. Remus shuffled his feet but she didn't go as far to give him a detention too. She turned on her heel and slammed the door behind them, not even bothering to ask what the counter curse was.
"Didn't think it'd be that quick!" Sirius said slumping down on the bench.
Remus looked at him, his slightly yellow eyes still amused, "What?"
"Detention," James answered for him. "D'you think it's enough to write home about? Mum'll be in a right state."
Sirius shook his head in doubt, "Nah, painless flaming hair is nothing to write home about. My mum and dad'll just be disappointed that it wasn't real fire. You know, I'm not 'pure-blooded' enough."
***
The rest of the ride was quite enjoyable, in fact their detention flew from their minds as quickly as it had arrived. The train had soon slowed down significantly and they quickly put their robes on. The scrambled off the steps, Sirius pushing Remus, who in turn ran into James, and Sirius stepped over them, smirking gleefully. James however had a different idea of how things were going down. He grabbed Sirius around the shins and Sirius fell flat on his face, his wand, an assortment of joke stuff, and a piece of parchment fell out of his pockets. A few people laughed and Marlene, who was getting in to one of the thestral carried carriages glared at them and Sirius hastily put all of the contents back into his pockets.
"Firs' years this way!" a booming voice filled the platform and Sirius, James, and Remus followed it to the boats in the lake. The three climbed into a boat and it rocked slightly. Sirius grinned, braced himself against the sides of the boat and began to rock it back and forth.
"SIRIUS! Stop!" James warned. Sirius looked at him with big puppy dog eyes, looking like a sullen beagle. "Oh, quit it!" And Sirius let go of his look and the boat steadied a little. Suddenly a thud, followed by a splash of water was heard as someone fell into their dinghy, the boat rocking more now than when Sirius was sloshing it. It was Peter Pettigrew, his hair still flaming bright blue. James muttered something under his breath and looked to Sirius who shrugged. Remus didn't look in the bit disturbed by the fact that this boy had fallen into their boat, he was just happy that these people were still talking to him. Peter pushed Sirius and James apart and sat between them, much to the disgruntlement of James and Sirius.
"Sorry bout that! But all the other boats are full!" he said shivering slightly. Sirius looked over at another boat that was half empty and raised his eyebrows. "No, I can't sit there.. Slytherins."
"Who knows maybe you'll be in Slytherin!" James said enthusiastically. But Peter only shuddered. "It's going to be a long year," James muttered under his breath. They arrived at the school, all bright-eyed and busy-tailed, waiting for the sorting.
"Grease-monkey sighting!" Sirius whispered in James's ear.
James perked up, "Where!?!"
Sirius pointed to a medium height boy with shoulder length black, greasy hair. "Scary isn't it?" James nodded but before he could reply McGonagall's voice filled the hall and they were motioned into the Great Hall. Sirius's eyes lit up at the crowd and he smirked. James's stomach sunk a little bit, but he was okay. Peter looked even paler than it was thought possible. Remus was looking rather pale too, but he was just worried. Worried that these people wouldn't accept him, they were going to shun him. 'Don't be stupid!' he told himself. 'They don't even know! They don't need to know', he added in his mind.
The Sorting Hat was placed on the stool in front of everyone, the uppermost rip of the hat opened wide and took in a deep breath of air. The girl that James had been staring at earlier gasped slightly as it broke out in song.
Thousand's of years ago, when I was born anew,
Four friends of greatness and bright,
And the will to help too
Built from a premier key stone, gorgeous to magical sight
A school for the gifted in wandry
And brewery and other magical feats,
Even some house-elves with gifts for laundry
And making some great eats
Sorry that was random, but I'm a hat, so what's new?
These four friends were Gryffindor, Slytherin
Ravenclaw and Huflfepuff too
So the four houses were born, each with different traits.
Gryffindor, where the brave will fare best
In Slytherin the ambitious will be great mates
Ravenclaw the brilliant have a fun book-fest
Hufflepuff was a kind old witch, and the lot she had
And though Slytherin soon left
Many students ended up in grad
This song is too random, and doesn't fit the tale
In fact, the last rhyme didn't follow the scheme
But it matters not, as hats brain's are dim
I've only one job, to look in your head and take what will seem
As mushed old fluff, and turn into something not so grim!
SOOOo. put me on your head
Or else I shall be dead
This follows no rules
But that's okay, I'm the cools!
"Oh my Merlin," Sirius whispered. "Disco has raided the mind of a great ancient artifact. what next? RAPPING QUILLS? Someone kill me now." The Great Hall burst out into applause and many of the students were laughing. But someone was calling out into the crowd, "ABBOT, JOHN!" He was sorted into Ravenclaw and before Sirius knew what hit him he was on the stool looking under the brim into the crowd around him, smiling brightly. The hat didn't take much time deliberating before Sirius was put in Gryffindor. Dumbledore beamed and a few of the people at the Slytherin table gaped. Sirius couldn't help noticing that in addition to a tumultuous applause from the people surrounding him at the Gryffindor table, several Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs looked at him quizzically. The Sorting ended with Remus, James, and Peter all in Gryffindor, though how Peter managed no one is quite sure.
Review people, it makes me happy. So do flames, well they are reviews after all. I'm sorry I rushed the sorting, it just gets repetitive after a while. You know? I just wanted to show the reaction to Sirius's sorting. Oh and the Sorting Hat's song. hehe, that was really random. it was fun to write though. Sorry about the disco guys! *wink wink*
With love,
Sirius, his sheep, and Lilolu