Chapter 3: - Escaping.
By the end of the night- it seemed to Harry that more and more people are falling for each other. It was getting really quite sickening.
He had come out of potions to see Percy and Penelope- who were usually discreet- clawing each other. There was Fred and Katie, George and Alicia- in the quidditch changing rooms! Oh and Ron kept eyeing Hermione up. Not that Snape would notice. He was too busy dreaming about Mac Gonagall. That incident of seeing them under the stairs- that was scary.
He sat on his bed recalling the day's event's- had cupid gone crazy. Well, he thought to himself listening to Herm and Ron giggle- evidently so.
Just as he was about to lie back on his bed, Hedwig swooped in the window. She had three letters on her foot.
He read the first one,
Dear Harry,
Good to hear from you. I did hear about Voldermort and I considered what you said. I am coming back.
Harrys hands froze then shook
. within the next day or two. Dumbledore has given me access in. He thinks it's best.
Love Sirus.
Harry looked for the date, the eleventh of December- yesterday!
He was searching the room with desperation. but then remember the other parchments in his hand.
The second was, like the first, written quickly with no care but urgency.
Hello Harry,
Sirus should have informed you of his return. I too am coming back here. Talk to you when we arrive. Lupin.
Harry rolled his eyes. He began to think, "Well I suppose this ones from Voldermort- that would so complete my night". But the last note was on pink, perfumed parchment and sealed with a kiss.
Oh god, thought Harry. But he breathed a sigh of relief, either Voldermort was taking a funny approach to killing Harry, or. oh no. The school cupid (he thought scanning the page) has struck again.
Dearest Harry,
He felt sick already! But continued.
I have loved you for a long time now, but I have never been able to admit my real feelings to you in person. I thought writing them down would be a good start.
I don't intend telling you who I am, Harry, but you do know me. I just wanted you to be aware that someone cares about you,
Lots of Love,
xXx
Harry's stomach somersaulted. Great, that's what he really needed. He stopped to think when he heard more lovesick nonsense in the corridor.
"Alright then, Babe. See you later" spoke a soft male voice
"But honnnnneeeeyyyy" whined the girls
"I'll be down in five minutes" pathetic- Harry thought.
"Okay then. Hurry up though"
There was a faint sound of a light kiss and then. none other than Ron Weasley himself strolled into the room, beetroot red.
He pottered about for a second before leaving- paying no attention to Harry.
At eight o clock, Harry got into the tower and ran (faster than he believed his legs could ever go) to his room.
Fred watched, with Katie in his arms, as Harry bolted as though it was for his life,
"What's eating him?" he asked Ron. Ron and Hermione shrugged, then kissed. again.
Harry slammed his back on the door, making sure no one could get in. He hadn't even noticed as he was running that his cheeks were wet Why was the world falling around him? Why. good question why him? Why'd he always have to suffer?
He also didn't notice the shadow figure sitting on his bed. The figure was tall, a bit brow beaten and male. He wore long black robes. Which were appropriate.
"Sirus?" blinked Harry.
The man stood up and replied to his question. "Yes Harry"
Without any warning on Sirus's behalf, Harry flew into his arms. Sirus didn't quite know how to react to the act of affection.
Limerick- now back in the closet watched the drama unfold. Her blood suddenly ran cold.
"Sirus" she whispered in disbelief to the man in the room. Being animagnus, he had a serious sensitive sense of hearing. To her fear, he turned and looked right into her eyes.
Of course, he didn't realise it at first. He shook Harry aside, wavering a nervous hand infront of the boy. Limerick couldn't think of what to do. Sirus's hand found the door handle. Before she could move. A hand slammed her shoulder into the wall. Sirus had forgotten his reflexes, and she had forgotten how good they were.
Harry watched astonished, the look on Sirus's face went from anger to sheer disbelief.
Sirus could only stammer the sprites name, "Lim.limer."
She smiled as best she could, but her sarcasm refused to be ignored. She felt as though a hand clutched her chest. She struggled words.
"It's been so long, you've even forgot my name"
"No, no. It's just that I didn't expect to see you. of all people. Here"
"Well, I'd have doubted this to be your favourite residence aswell, what with Severus being about. I know how you two "mutually" feel about each other". Sirus couldn't help but smile. His hand was still strong on her shoulder, he was so taken he didn't notice. But she eventually shot a look down at it to him, so he loosened his grip and his hand shuddered to his side.
He looked apologetically to her, "Sorry, Limerick. I didn't mean to."
"Frighten me? Well you didn't, so don't worry about it" she lied. But Sirus knew her.
"Look on your face said other wise" he mused.
Harry watched the exchange. They seemed to know each other well, he had no idea how, but he planned on asking. In the time being, he thought he'd leave them to straighten everything out.
He pulled at the tall mans arm, "Sirus"
He had his attention. "I'm going to the bathroom, I'll be back in a minute- ok?"
"Fine" he said, watching the boy leave. He turned back to Limerick, who'd slipped past him, when the door was firmly shut. Sirus looked back to where she was, finding her not there, he turned to she her walking around the room.
Her hair was swaying as usual. The little light from the moon in the room reflected off her strands and shimmered on down her dress, then green legs.
Sprites really were an extraordinary race, they lived in secret, scattered around forests and under ground. She turned back to him, a little fear in her eyes, her big bright green eyes. They scanned the mans body, trying to take seeing him all in. She bit her lip. She didn't want to say it, but she knew it would come up- it would have to come up.
"Sirus."
"No" he knew where this was going in an instant. She knew he knew too!
She looked at him sternly, "No, Sirus. We have to talk about it. All of it. Everything."
"What if I can't? I mean". She stepped to him and put her ornate hand on his shoulder,
"It's going to come up, Sirus" he opened his mouth but he didn't get a chance to talk. She arched her eyes brows.
"Now who better to talk about it with than someone you've known for a long while." She reasoned. She had a point.
Sirus slumped onto the bed, whilst Harry pressed his ear upon the door, he might need to hear some of this.
Limerick perched delicately next to him resting a hand on his knee. She didn't expect him to say anything straight away. But to her surprise.
"I had almost forgotten. I mean. I-I-I well I", Limerick smiled as he struggled with his words.
"I'd forgotten how. articulate you were, Sirus" she giggled.
"Well, I do try my best. But seriously." he stopped mid-sentence.
"I didn't expect to see you. here, or again", he admitted.
"Neither me" she said, her pointed ears peeking up. Another aspect of sprites he had missed.
"I'm sorry about. well everything that happened. If I could have helped"
"I know you couldn't have. You were too sick"
"I could have tried" she shouted, frustrated. Not only at herself, but at Voldermort for the curse he'd put on her.
"I could have save Lily and James. and saved Harry from all of this" she boomed. Harry felt confused.
He listened as Limerick began explaining it all. His eyes grew wider as he listened to the story.
By the end of the night- it seemed to Harry that more and more people are falling for each other. It was getting really quite sickening.
He had come out of potions to see Percy and Penelope- who were usually discreet- clawing each other. There was Fred and Katie, George and Alicia- in the quidditch changing rooms! Oh and Ron kept eyeing Hermione up. Not that Snape would notice. He was too busy dreaming about Mac Gonagall. That incident of seeing them under the stairs- that was scary.
He sat on his bed recalling the day's event's- had cupid gone crazy. Well, he thought to himself listening to Herm and Ron giggle- evidently so.
Just as he was about to lie back on his bed, Hedwig swooped in the window. She had three letters on her foot.
He read the first one,
Dear Harry,
Good to hear from you. I did hear about Voldermort and I considered what you said. I am coming back.
Harrys hands froze then shook
. within the next day or two. Dumbledore has given me access in. He thinks it's best.
Love Sirus.
Harry looked for the date, the eleventh of December- yesterday!
He was searching the room with desperation. but then remember the other parchments in his hand.
The second was, like the first, written quickly with no care but urgency.
Hello Harry,
Sirus should have informed you of his return. I too am coming back here. Talk to you when we arrive. Lupin.
Harry rolled his eyes. He began to think, "Well I suppose this ones from Voldermort- that would so complete my night". But the last note was on pink, perfumed parchment and sealed with a kiss.
Oh god, thought Harry. But he breathed a sigh of relief, either Voldermort was taking a funny approach to killing Harry, or. oh no. The school cupid (he thought scanning the page) has struck again.
Dearest Harry,
He felt sick already! But continued.
I have loved you for a long time now, but I have never been able to admit my real feelings to you in person. I thought writing them down would be a good start.
I don't intend telling you who I am, Harry, but you do know me. I just wanted you to be aware that someone cares about you,
Lots of Love,
xXx
Harry's stomach somersaulted. Great, that's what he really needed. He stopped to think when he heard more lovesick nonsense in the corridor.
"Alright then, Babe. See you later" spoke a soft male voice
"But honnnnneeeeyyyy" whined the girls
"I'll be down in five minutes" pathetic- Harry thought.
"Okay then. Hurry up though"
There was a faint sound of a light kiss and then. none other than Ron Weasley himself strolled into the room, beetroot red.
He pottered about for a second before leaving- paying no attention to Harry.
At eight o clock, Harry got into the tower and ran (faster than he believed his legs could ever go) to his room.
Fred watched, with Katie in his arms, as Harry bolted as though it was for his life,
"What's eating him?" he asked Ron. Ron and Hermione shrugged, then kissed. again.
Harry slammed his back on the door, making sure no one could get in. He hadn't even noticed as he was running that his cheeks were wet Why was the world falling around him? Why. good question why him? Why'd he always have to suffer?
He also didn't notice the shadow figure sitting on his bed. The figure was tall, a bit brow beaten and male. He wore long black robes. Which were appropriate.
"Sirus?" blinked Harry.
The man stood up and replied to his question. "Yes Harry"
Without any warning on Sirus's behalf, Harry flew into his arms. Sirus didn't quite know how to react to the act of affection.
Limerick- now back in the closet watched the drama unfold. Her blood suddenly ran cold.
"Sirus" she whispered in disbelief to the man in the room. Being animagnus, he had a serious sensitive sense of hearing. To her fear, he turned and looked right into her eyes.
Of course, he didn't realise it at first. He shook Harry aside, wavering a nervous hand infront of the boy. Limerick couldn't think of what to do. Sirus's hand found the door handle. Before she could move. A hand slammed her shoulder into the wall. Sirus had forgotten his reflexes, and she had forgotten how good they were.
Harry watched astonished, the look on Sirus's face went from anger to sheer disbelief.
Sirus could only stammer the sprites name, "Lim.limer."
She smiled as best she could, but her sarcasm refused to be ignored. She felt as though a hand clutched her chest. She struggled words.
"It's been so long, you've even forgot my name"
"No, no. It's just that I didn't expect to see you. of all people. Here"
"Well, I'd have doubted this to be your favourite residence aswell, what with Severus being about. I know how you two "mutually" feel about each other". Sirus couldn't help but smile. His hand was still strong on her shoulder, he was so taken he didn't notice. But she eventually shot a look down at it to him, so he loosened his grip and his hand shuddered to his side.
He looked apologetically to her, "Sorry, Limerick. I didn't mean to."
"Frighten me? Well you didn't, so don't worry about it" she lied. But Sirus knew her.
"Look on your face said other wise" he mused.
Harry watched the exchange. They seemed to know each other well, he had no idea how, but he planned on asking. In the time being, he thought he'd leave them to straighten everything out.
He pulled at the tall mans arm, "Sirus"
He had his attention. "I'm going to the bathroom, I'll be back in a minute- ok?"
"Fine" he said, watching the boy leave. He turned back to Limerick, who'd slipped past him, when the door was firmly shut. Sirus looked back to where she was, finding her not there, he turned to she her walking around the room.
Her hair was swaying as usual. The little light from the moon in the room reflected off her strands and shimmered on down her dress, then green legs.
Sprites really were an extraordinary race, they lived in secret, scattered around forests and under ground. She turned back to him, a little fear in her eyes, her big bright green eyes. They scanned the mans body, trying to take seeing him all in. She bit her lip. She didn't want to say it, but she knew it would come up- it would have to come up.
"Sirus."
"No" he knew where this was going in an instant. She knew he knew too!
She looked at him sternly, "No, Sirus. We have to talk about it. All of it. Everything."
"What if I can't? I mean". She stepped to him and put her ornate hand on his shoulder,
"It's going to come up, Sirus" he opened his mouth but he didn't get a chance to talk. She arched her eyes brows.
"Now who better to talk about it with than someone you've known for a long while." She reasoned. She had a point.
Sirus slumped onto the bed, whilst Harry pressed his ear upon the door, he might need to hear some of this.
Limerick perched delicately next to him resting a hand on his knee. She didn't expect him to say anything straight away. But to her surprise.
"I had almost forgotten. I mean. I-I-I well I", Limerick smiled as he struggled with his words.
"I'd forgotten how. articulate you were, Sirus" she giggled.
"Well, I do try my best. But seriously." he stopped mid-sentence.
"I didn't expect to see you. here, or again", he admitted.
"Neither me" she said, her pointed ears peeking up. Another aspect of sprites he had missed.
"I'm sorry about. well everything that happened. If I could have helped"
"I know you couldn't have. You were too sick"
"I could have tried" she shouted, frustrated. Not only at herself, but at Voldermort for the curse he'd put on her.
"I could have save Lily and James. and saved Harry from all of this" she boomed. Harry felt confused.
He listened as Limerick began explaining it all. His eyes grew wider as he listened to the story.