Chapter Seventeen: Shadows in the Corners
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Dragon Lance. How many times
must we go over that point? Isn't it a bit mute by now? Whatever. I do
however own this story, even if I don't own the characters and places
within it.
The castle was full of shadows this Easter break. This was probably due to the fact that there were very few students still left in the school. Somehow, word had gotten around of the small ambush several weeks before by He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's Death Eaters upon the Guardians. The only students still in school were Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Rekka Doyle, Raven Redwing, and the Weasley twins. How this differed from Christmas, no one knew, but there were just more shadows now than then. In fact, the only common room used all break was the Gryffindor's. Not that too many of the teachers noticed or cared. If he had time to notice Snape probably would have cared. But he was too busy making sure Talon didn't blow up his office with the magic Sirrius was teaching her, and he was too busy screwing his ex-werewolf lover to bother noticing Draco was never in his own common room. Besides, I can imagine him reasoning. Draco really will need company over the break and there is no one, not even his goons, to keep him company. I just wish it wasn't Gryffindors he was keeping company with. But as I said, he never even noticed. I doubt he even noticed that Draco was spending Easter break at school. All the students at the school had a dark threatening shadow over their heads constantly, only it wasn't as noticeable when they were screwing. The threat that Voldemort would attack the school was a constant fear of facility, students, and Guardians, but as I said this wasn't as noticeable to them when they were screwing around. So there was a lot of screwing around going on. Talon was waiting in potion's room. It was closest to her bedroom and the best temperature in the warm weather. She sat in her father's chair, feet on the desk, in the cool shadows of the dungeon classroom. She heard a soft knock on the door before it opened, allowing the ex-convict inside. "Good morning, Talon. How are you today?" "Bored. Let's get started. I want to learn how to make that charm you told me about the other day." "Ah yes," Sirius smiled. "The Pendant of Summoning. That is very difficult, you know." "So what?" Talon shrugged. "I still want to learn how to make it." Now it was Sirius' turn to shrug. "It could be potentially dangerous to both of us. So you must be extremely careful when preparing this." "Finally," muttered Talon beneath her breath as Sirius began to set up. Talon moved to stand beside him. "Now Talon, this will summon only the thing you create it to summon. Hence, the picture will be of the thing you may use each pendant to summon." Talon nodded. She had figured it would only call one thing to her, but that was enough. She could always make more if she wanted. "What type of things can it summon?" "That depends on what you have to put in the spell. You have to have something of the creature or entity you wish to summon to put in the creation potion." "What do you have?" "I brought with me some wolf's hair, several hawk feathers, some cat's hair, and I was even able to spare three or four Unicorn hairs and several Hippogriff feathers." Talon thought for a minute before deciding. "I think I'll use the wolf hairs." Sirius grinned and pulled out the appropriate vial. Sirius watched Talon brew the potion. She had her father's mastery of potion's making. She learned so quickly, was so attentive to him when he tried to teach her. He had to admit he wasn't a very good teacher at that. He had never tried to teach, didn't know how to act or talk when teaching. He was confused by himself more than most of the time, but Talon was wonderful. She caught on very quickly and always seemed to know what he had meant to say. Sirius found himself relaxing while she made the Charm of Summoning Creation Potion. He sat back in the chair he had pulled up and watched only mildly. He knew she would get it right without his intervention. Looking around the dungeon room, all Sirius saw was shadow encircling the small work area he and Talon were in. The shadows were oppressive. He knew what was causing them. He was worried, over-worked. Voldemort might be planning an attack on Hogwarts this very instant and there was nothing he, Sirius, could do about it except teach Talon magic. He knew the real reason Dumbledore wanted Talon to learn was because she had the potential to become very powerful, and if properly taught, might be able to aid them in killing Voldemort or at least destroying him for a while again. As the ex-convict thought about these things, the shadows seemed to darken and coalesce in the corners of the room. The blackness was oppressive. He was almost reliving his time in Azkaban by looking into those shadows. Suddenly he felt himself falling and arms wrap around him. He clutched at those arms and squeezed his eyes shut. That wasn't real, he tried to convince himself, but if it hadn't been for Talon he would have been lost in those nightmarish thoughts. "Sirius, what is wrong? Please tell me." He opened his eyes. He was lying on the floor, just in the very bordering fringes of the light from the single torch, with Talon kneeling over him. Her face was so close to his; she seemed so worried over him. Before he knew what he was doing, he reached up and caressed her cheek gently. She moved her head slightly, tilting into his hand and smiling faintly. Sirius couldn't help himself. He knew Severus definitely wouldn't like it, but he didn't really care what that greasy hair git thought. He propped himself up on his elbow and kissed her tenderly. It was hardly even a kiss. It was more like his lips brushing against hers for a split second so softly it could hardly be felt, but that split second send such shivers down Talon's spine that she had never felt the like of before. She yearned for more, but didn't know what to do to get it. She also didn't know if it had been just an after-effect of whatever had just happened to him. Fortunately for her, Sirius wanted more too, and he knew how to get it. His hands encircled her waist, gently pulling her down closer to him. She came willingly, unable, and not wanting, to fight him and her own rising lust. Sirius pulled her down on top of him on the floor. Talon's hands ran down Sirius back and under his shirt, pushing it off over his head. She couldn't help but feast her eyes on his cut and chiseled but very thin torso. His skin was very pale in the firelight, so pale she would have thought him a vampire from one over her books. He wrapped his arms around her, keeping her close to him as he rolled out of the small spot of light. They ended up deep in the shadows of the room with Talon underneath Sirius. He leaned down and kissed her softly as his fingers began to undo the buttons on her shirt. Talon slipped her tongue between his lips, tying their tongues together as he pulled her shirt from her body and threw it away from them. Sirius kissed his way down her neck, across her collarbone, and gently pulled her bra off as he kissed down to her left nipple. Talon moaned against his kisses and became very aware of a growing heat near her crotch. His dick pulsed and throbbed there while the heat of it made her even more horny and desperate to get him. She didn't want to wait through foreplay for him; she wanted him now. He came back up to kiss her lips again, and when he did, she didn't let his lips leave hers. Sirius felt fingers fumbling with the zipper and button of his jeans. Before he knew how she had gotten them off of him, they had been thrown across the room, leaving him in his boxers. He certainly wasn't going to let her get the better of him. Her pants had joined his very quickly, but her underwear joined them quicker than his boxers did. Now nothing was between the moist hideaway inside her and his hot, throbbing wanderer, nothing but air. And the air didn't last very long at all. Talon screamed in ecstasy. This was the first time either feared being found out, but they heard Remus screaming in ecstasy. Severus and Remus weren't going to notice them in the next room, and if they did, they probably wouldn't come to investigate. After a very long time, Sirius screamed her name at the appropriate moment, exactly as Severus screamed Remus' name. Talon and Sirius fell asleep in each other's arms, still on the floor. The oppressive shadows in the corners seemed to coalesce into figures robed in black, laughing harshly at the two oddly matched lovers.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or Dragon Lance. How many times
must we go over that point? Isn't it a bit mute by now? Whatever. I do
however own this story, even if I don't own the characters and places
within it.
The castle was full of shadows this Easter break. This was probably due to the fact that there were very few students still left in the school. Somehow, word had gotten around of the small ambush several weeks before by He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named's Death Eaters upon the Guardians. The only students still in school were Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Rekka Doyle, Raven Redwing, and the Weasley twins. How this differed from Christmas, no one knew, but there were just more shadows now than then. In fact, the only common room used all break was the Gryffindor's. Not that too many of the teachers noticed or cared. If he had time to notice Snape probably would have cared. But he was too busy making sure Talon didn't blow up his office with the magic Sirrius was teaching her, and he was too busy screwing his ex-werewolf lover to bother noticing Draco was never in his own common room. Besides, I can imagine him reasoning. Draco really will need company over the break and there is no one, not even his goons, to keep him company. I just wish it wasn't Gryffindors he was keeping company with. But as I said, he never even noticed. I doubt he even noticed that Draco was spending Easter break at school. All the students at the school had a dark threatening shadow over their heads constantly, only it wasn't as noticeable when they were screwing. The threat that Voldemort would attack the school was a constant fear of facility, students, and Guardians, but as I said this wasn't as noticeable to them when they were screwing around. So there was a lot of screwing around going on. Talon was waiting in potion's room. It was closest to her bedroom and the best temperature in the warm weather. She sat in her father's chair, feet on the desk, in the cool shadows of the dungeon classroom. She heard a soft knock on the door before it opened, allowing the ex-convict inside. "Good morning, Talon. How are you today?" "Bored. Let's get started. I want to learn how to make that charm you told me about the other day." "Ah yes," Sirius smiled. "The Pendant of Summoning. That is very difficult, you know." "So what?" Talon shrugged. "I still want to learn how to make it." Now it was Sirius' turn to shrug. "It could be potentially dangerous to both of us. So you must be extremely careful when preparing this." "Finally," muttered Talon beneath her breath as Sirius began to set up. Talon moved to stand beside him. "Now Talon, this will summon only the thing you create it to summon. Hence, the picture will be of the thing you may use each pendant to summon." Talon nodded. She had figured it would only call one thing to her, but that was enough. She could always make more if she wanted. "What type of things can it summon?" "That depends on what you have to put in the spell. You have to have something of the creature or entity you wish to summon to put in the creation potion." "What do you have?" "I brought with me some wolf's hair, several hawk feathers, some cat's hair, and I was even able to spare three or four Unicorn hairs and several Hippogriff feathers." Talon thought for a minute before deciding. "I think I'll use the wolf hairs." Sirius grinned and pulled out the appropriate vial. Sirius watched Talon brew the potion. She had her father's mastery of potion's making. She learned so quickly, was so attentive to him when he tried to teach her. He had to admit he wasn't a very good teacher at that. He had never tried to teach, didn't know how to act or talk when teaching. He was confused by himself more than most of the time, but Talon was wonderful. She caught on very quickly and always seemed to know what he had meant to say. Sirius found himself relaxing while she made the Charm of Summoning Creation Potion. He sat back in the chair he had pulled up and watched only mildly. He knew she would get it right without his intervention. Looking around the dungeon room, all Sirius saw was shadow encircling the small work area he and Talon were in. The shadows were oppressive. He knew what was causing them. He was worried, over-worked. Voldemort might be planning an attack on Hogwarts this very instant and there was nothing he, Sirius, could do about it except teach Talon magic. He knew the real reason Dumbledore wanted Talon to learn was because she had the potential to become very powerful, and if properly taught, might be able to aid them in killing Voldemort or at least destroying him for a while again. As the ex-convict thought about these things, the shadows seemed to darken and coalesce in the corners of the room. The blackness was oppressive. He was almost reliving his time in Azkaban by looking into those shadows. Suddenly he felt himself falling and arms wrap around him. He clutched at those arms and squeezed his eyes shut. That wasn't real, he tried to convince himself, but if it hadn't been for Talon he would have been lost in those nightmarish thoughts. "Sirius, what is wrong? Please tell me." He opened his eyes. He was lying on the floor, just in the very bordering fringes of the light from the single torch, with Talon kneeling over him. Her face was so close to his; she seemed so worried over him. Before he knew what he was doing, he reached up and caressed her cheek gently. She moved her head slightly, tilting into his hand and smiling faintly. Sirius couldn't help himself. He knew Severus definitely wouldn't like it, but he didn't really care what that greasy hair git thought. He propped himself up on his elbow and kissed her tenderly. It was hardly even a kiss. It was more like his lips brushing against hers for a split second so softly it could hardly be felt, but that split second send such shivers down Talon's spine that she had never felt the like of before. She yearned for more, but didn't know what to do to get it. She also didn't know if it had been just an after-effect of whatever had just happened to him. Fortunately for her, Sirius wanted more too, and he knew how to get it. His hands encircled her waist, gently pulling her down closer to him. She came willingly, unable, and not wanting, to fight him and her own rising lust. Sirius pulled her down on top of him on the floor. Talon's hands ran down Sirius back and under his shirt, pushing it off over his head. She couldn't help but feast her eyes on his cut and chiseled but very thin torso. His skin was very pale in the firelight, so pale she would have thought him a vampire from one over her books. He wrapped his arms around her, keeping her close to him as he rolled out of the small spot of light. They ended up deep in the shadows of the room with Talon underneath Sirius. He leaned down and kissed her softly as his fingers began to undo the buttons on her shirt. Talon slipped her tongue between his lips, tying their tongues together as he pulled her shirt from her body and threw it away from them. Sirius kissed his way down her neck, across her collarbone, and gently pulled her bra off as he kissed down to her left nipple. Talon moaned against his kisses and became very aware of a growing heat near her crotch. His dick pulsed and throbbed there while the heat of it made her even more horny and desperate to get him. She didn't want to wait through foreplay for him; she wanted him now. He came back up to kiss her lips again, and when he did, she didn't let his lips leave hers. Sirius felt fingers fumbling with the zipper and button of his jeans. Before he knew how she had gotten them off of him, they had been thrown across the room, leaving him in his boxers. He certainly wasn't going to let her get the better of him. Her pants had joined his very quickly, but her underwear joined them quicker than his boxers did. Now nothing was between the moist hideaway inside her and his hot, throbbing wanderer, nothing but air. And the air didn't last very long at all. Talon screamed in ecstasy. This was the first time either feared being found out, but they heard Remus screaming in ecstasy. Severus and Remus weren't going to notice them in the next room, and if they did, they probably wouldn't come to investigate. After a very long time, Sirius screamed her name at the appropriate moment, exactly as Severus screamed Remus' name. Talon and Sirius fell asleep in each other's arms, still on the floor. The oppressive shadows in the corners seemed to coalesce into figures robed in black, laughing harshly at the two oddly matched lovers.
