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STORY IS IN NO WAY AFFILIATED WITH THE HARRY POTTER SERIES BY JK ROWLING,
IT IS A PURE FORM OF FANFICTION!!!!
Alexei Noire xXx :D
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Chapter Nine: The Powers Bequeathed~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Your Solemnity Potion should now be a dull greyish colour," Professor Darnley told the class, "if it's still khaki, then you've added too much Belladonna, in which case balance out the acid with the alkali by adding a few soap chips."
Sirius stood next to Remus, their cauldron simmering with a frothy grey mixture bubbling inside. Behind them, James and Peter were working on their own Solemnity Potion - but Sirius had not turned around once during the entire lesson.
"Sir, Sir!" Bellatrix called, "Could you check mine and Trouvesamort's Potion, sir?"
Professor Darnley made his way over to Bellatrix and her friend, Trouvesamort Envie, who was a spindly, horse-faced blonde who constantly talked about death.
"Not enough beech leaves, I'm afraid girls," Professor Darnley told them. His top hat was a bleach white colour today, and it seemed to cause a lot of optical illusions around the school.
"Professor!" Remus cried, his hand waving in the air frantically, "I think ours is done!"
Professor Darnley walked over to Sirius and Remus' table and looked down at their cauldron, and a smile flickered across his face.
"Well done!" he cried, delightedly, "Even I couldn't have done this well at your age!"
And he left them to go check on Lestrange and Snape's Potion.
"WHAT is up with you?" Remus asked Sirius, who was sat on a stool with his arms folded and a sour expression on his face.
Sirius didn't answer; he continued scowling at the wall.
"You've been off all day, now come on, tell your old Moony what's up," Remus said with a cheeky grin spread across his face.
"I don't know what you're talking about Ray," he said without adjusting the intensity of his scowl.
"And I noticed something else," Remus continued, "You don't seem to have spoken to James at all since today - it's almost as if you're AVOIDING him."
"LOOK!" Sirius bellowed at Remus, making everyone in the class stop and stare in his direction, "IF I WANTED A PSYCHOANALYSIS FROM YOU, I WOULD HAVE JOLLY WELL ASKED FOR ONE!"
And with a devilish glare on his handsome features, Sirius slung his bag over his shoulder and walked out of the class without another word.
"But wait!" Professor Darnley cried after him, "You got an 'A' for your potion!"
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"Please tell me what's up, Si," Lily said to him, "Something's obviously bothering you."
They were sat in the Gryffindor Common and the pale March sunlight streamed in to greet them.
"It's... private," he muttered apprehensively.
Lily sighed and sat down on the arm of the chair in which he was seated. She leant forwards and gave him a warm hug.
"Now come on, Padfoot," she whispered in a sweet voice, "Won't you open up to lil Lily?"
"I can't tell you, Lil," he said firmly, "It's ...boy's stuff."
"Oh come ON!" she scoffed, "Surely you don't think I could be shocked by anything?"
"Believe me," he said, getting up off the chair, "you'd faint."
"Well where are you off to?" she asked, as he turned on his heel and strode up the staircase to the boy's dorm.
He just waved his hand back at her carelessly in reply.
Up in the dormitory, Sirius ran straight into James.
"Ouch!" James cried, "Watch where you're walking will ya?"
Sirius glared at him, and fixed it on his most deathly scowl.
James was wearing his Quidditch robes and was about to make his way downstairs. He stared momentarily at Sirius, and Sirius could only wonder what was going through his mind at that point.
After a few minutes, James finally strode off down the staircase.
Sirius sighed, and fell onto his bed.
"James can't be gay," he said out loud, "He just CAN'T be."
From somewhere in the room, Sirius heard a snorting sound, it was a deep throaty snort that seemed to be coming from somewhere in the dorm room.
Sirius sat upright.
"Who is it?" he asked.
Silence.
Sirius got up off his bed and walked around the room, looking under beds for anyone who may be hiding.
"Where are you?" he crooned, looking under Remus' bed.
From behind, there was a loud snarl, and Sirius jumped up - but there was no one there.
All of a sudden, there was a burst of flame upon Peter's bed, and from behind the blaze, a familiar figure materialized.
A red, pincered arm, a thin spindly hand appeared, the disfigured goat's head, the human torso, the goat legs, the array of snake tails - and the wings, those colossal wings like torn umbrellas.
Lord Azazel sat before Sirius.
"You!" Sirius breathed, stumbling a bit.
Azazel snarled at him, and crossed his goat legs.
Sirius' eyes widened, and he found that he had lost the ability to talk. If only he could destroy Azazel. But before he could think any more, the beast before him began to mutter non stop under his breath in a strange, unearthly tongue.
Sirius tried to yell out, but Azazel moved his hand forwards and pointed that wretched spindly finger at him once again. Sirius braced himself for what was coming next.
And suddenly, Sirius felt his breath stop. It was a peculiar feeling - as if you'd been put into a bottle and had the top closed on you from above. He was hardly aware of his surroundings and of Azazel's distant voice.
Azazel clapped his hand against his claw and Sirius' arms were held out in front of him like some sort of offering. They turned over so that the wrists were facing upwards, and Sirius watched in horror as his dull grey scars opened once but instead of bleeding, worms and maggots crawled out of them. They wriggled and squirmed and fell onto the floor of the dormitory.
Next minute, however, all the creatures were gone.
Sirius stood, unable to move or breathe, and totally under this hell demon's power.
Azazel leant forwards slightly from James' bed, and Sirius cried out silently, as he saw his hands disappearing, then his forearms and his entire arms. His legs were disappearing too, and soon enough his torso was gone too.
But were they really gone? Sirius could still feel them, and could tell they were there - he just could not see them with his eyes.
Then it hit Sirius - this was his power! He had the power to blend into any backdrop and that the reason that Azazel was even giving him these powers was because Sirius and Andromeda had saved him from Hell - just because he lived there did not mean he liked it.
But before Sirius could ponder on the subject any further, Azazel's grotesque goat-like face was right up against his, and he said in a harsh whisper, "Satan!" and vanished in a burst of flame.
Sirius fell to the ground, and looked at his hand - they were back. To test if this really was the power, he leant against the wall and willed himself to BECOME the wall, he disappeared from sight, and grinned wickedly.
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Alexei Noire xXx :D
Alexei Noire xXx :D
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Chapter Nine: The Powers Bequeathed~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Your Solemnity Potion should now be a dull greyish colour," Professor Darnley told the class, "if it's still khaki, then you've added too much Belladonna, in which case balance out the acid with the alkali by adding a few soap chips."
Sirius stood next to Remus, their cauldron simmering with a frothy grey mixture bubbling inside. Behind them, James and Peter were working on their own Solemnity Potion - but Sirius had not turned around once during the entire lesson.
"Sir, Sir!" Bellatrix called, "Could you check mine and Trouvesamort's Potion, sir?"
Professor Darnley made his way over to Bellatrix and her friend, Trouvesamort Envie, who was a spindly, horse-faced blonde who constantly talked about death.
"Not enough beech leaves, I'm afraid girls," Professor Darnley told them. His top hat was a bleach white colour today, and it seemed to cause a lot of optical illusions around the school.
"Professor!" Remus cried, his hand waving in the air frantically, "I think ours is done!"
Professor Darnley walked over to Sirius and Remus' table and looked down at their cauldron, and a smile flickered across his face.
"Well done!" he cried, delightedly, "Even I couldn't have done this well at your age!"
And he left them to go check on Lestrange and Snape's Potion.
"WHAT is up with you?" Remus asked Sirius, who was sat on a stool with his arms folded and a sour expression on his face.
Sirius didn't answer; he continued scowling at the wall.
"You've been off all day, now come on, tell your old Moony what's up," Remus said with a cheeky grin spread across his face.
"I don't know what you're talking about Ray," he said without adjusting the intensity of his scowl.
"And I noticed something else," Remus continued, "You don't seem to have spoken to James at all since today - it's almost as if you're AVOIDING him."
"LOOK!" Sirius bellowed at Remus, making everyone in the class stop and stare in his direction, "IF I WANTED A PSYCHOANALYSIS FROM YOU, I WOULD HAVE JOLLY WELL ASKED FOR ONE!"
And with a devilish glare on his handsome features, Sirius slung his bag over his shoulder and walked out of the class without another word.
"But wait!" Professor Darnley cried after him, "You got an 'A' for your potion!"
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"Please tell me what's up, Si," Lily said to him, "Something's obviously bothering you."
They were sat in the Gryffindor Common and the pale March sunlight streamed in to greet them.
"It's... private," he muttered apprehensively.
Lily sighed and sat down on the arm of the chair in which he was seated. She leant forwards and gave him a warm hug.
"Now come on, Padfoot," she whispered in a sweet voice, "Won't you open up to lil Lily?"
"I can't tell you, Lil," he said firmly, "It's ...boy's stuff."
"Oh come ON!" she scoffed, "Surely you don't think I could be shocked by anything?"
"Believe me," he said, getting up off the chair, "you'd faint."
"Well where are you off to?" she asked, as he turned on his heel and strode up the staircase to the boy's dorm.
He just waved his hand back at her carelessly in reply.
Up in the dormitory, Sirius ran straight into James.
"Ouch!" James cried, "Watch where you're walking will ya?"
Sirius glared at him, and fixed it on his most deathly scowl.
James was wearing his Quidditch robes and was about to make his way downstairs. He stared momentarily at Sirius, and Sirius could only wonder what was going through his mind at that point.
After a few minutes, James finally strode off down the staircase.
Sirius sighed, and fell onto his bed.
"James can't be gay," he said out loud, "He just CAN'T be."
From somewhere in the room, Sirius heard a snorting sound, it was a deep throaty snort that seemed to be coming from somewhere in the dorm room.
Sirius sat upright.
"Who is it?" he asked.
Silence.
Sirius got up off his bed and walked around the room, looking under beds for anyone who may be hiding.
"Where are you?" he crooned, looking under Remus' bed.
From behind, there was a loud snarl, and Sirius jumped up - but there was no one there.
All of a sudden, there was a burst of flame upon Peter's bed, and from behind the blaze, a familiar figure materialized.
A red, pincered arm, a thin spindly hand appeared, the disfigured goat's head, the human torso, the goat legs, the array of snake tails - and the wings, those colossal wings like torn umbrellas.
Lord Azazel sat before Sirius.
"You!" Sirius breathed, stumbling a bit.
Azazel snarled at him, and crossed his goat legs.
Sirius' eyes widened, and he found that he had lost the ability to talk. If only he could destroy Azazel. But before he could think any more, the beast before him began to mutter non stop under his breath in a strange, unearthly tongue.
Sirius tried to yell out, but Azazel moved his hand forwards and pointed that wretched spindly finger at him once again. Sirius braced himself for what was coming next.
And suddenly, Sirius felt his breath stop. It was a peculiar feeling - as if you'd been put into a bottle and had the top closed on you from above. He was hardly aware of his surroundings and of Azazel's distant voice.
Azazel clapped his hand against his claw and Sirius' arms were held out in front of him like some sort of offering. They turned over so that the wrists were facing upwards, and Sirius watched in horror as his dull grey scars opened once but instead of bleeding, worms and maggots crawled out of them. They wriggled and squirmed and fell onto the floor of the dormitory.
Next minute, however, all the creatures were gone.
Sirius stood, unable to move or breathe, and totally under this hell demon's power.
Azazel leant forwards slightly from James' bed, and Sirius cried out silently, as he saw his hands disappearing, then his forearms and his entire arms. His legs were disappearing too, and soon enough his torso was gone too.
But were they really gone? Sirius could still feel them, and could tell they were there - he just could not see them with his eyes.
Then it hit Sirius - this was his power! He had the power to blend into any backdrop and that the reason that Azazel was even giving him these powers was because Sirius and Andromeda had saved him from Hell - just because he lived there did not mean he liked it.
But before Sirius could ponder on the subject any further, Azazel's grotesque goat-like face was right up against his, and he said in a harsh whisper, "Satan!" and vanished in a burst of flame.
Sirius fell to the ground, and looked at his hand - they were back. To test if this really was the power, he leant against the wall and willed himself to BECOME the wall, he disappeared from sight, and grinned wickedly.
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Alexei Noire xXx :D