Family Ties
You know, I'm just not feeling the inspiration or excitement for this story anymore. I will continue to write it, but unless I'm hit with a whole lot of inspo, it's not going to be very good. Know where I'm going, just not sure how to get there. I just can't make myself REALLY want to write this one anymore. I'm being noncommittal right now and can't stick to anything. Oh well, here's an idea that's been sitting in my head for a while but has been reluctant to come out.
Oh BTW, This story is OOTP friendly, I will be rewriting Snape's Worst Memory because that's the only thing it doesn't fit with. OK? No suing allowed, I have no money and I need when I have.
It was an ordinary Sunday afternoon. It was a time that has often been refereed to as the long dark tea time of the soul. It's a time at about three of four when you've taken all the baths humanly possible to take in one day and you go into a period of reflection. A LDTTOTS spent with the Marauders is often spent in the Griffindor common room with the four each claiming a couch which could have fit five first years who were sitting on the floor glaring at the Marauders because of their lack of chair space.
"I'm bored!" Sirius moaned.
"That would be the twenty-sixth time he's told us that in the past hour," Remus commented looking at his watch.
"What could we do?" asked James.
"We could play a prank of the Slytherins," suggested Peter.
"That's getting old," James complained. "It's just not the same anymore."
"Since you started liking the cousin of one," Sirius teased him.
"Oh sod off!" James snapped.
"We could do homework," Remus put in.
"What's the fun in that?" Sirius asked. "We're meant to put it off to the last minute, it's the weekend."
"How is that Runes project coming along for everyone?" James asked.
"No comment," Siirus said.
"Not well," Peter put in.
"We're doing ok, I think my partner is annoyed at me for getting very little done," Remus explained.
"My partner likes to spend more time looking at me than the book and it's rather annoying. I also have an advanced transfiguration project with that cousin of yours," James told them. He looked at Sirius when he said that last part.
"It's not my fault! And you can't even say that cousin of mine, I would have to ask you about which one. I've got a whole lot," Sirius informed them. "You mean Narcissa right? She's the perfect little Black. Not at all in danger of being disowned. She's too much like her sister Bellatrix. All dark and whatever. Their older sister Andromeda was nice, you remember her?"
The Marauders had been first years during Andromenda's last year at Hogwarts. She had very friendly to her little cousin and his friends and had helped cover up a few of his pranks. She had been happy there was another Black who wasn't a Slytherin.
"She was taken off the tree and she's married and has a daughter now."
"You have too many cousins," Peter informed Sirius.
"Let's conduct a little survey shall we? There are let's say twenty people in the common room right now. Let's see how many are related to me," Sirius said. He stood up in his chair and addressed the crowd. "Excuse me! May I have your attention. I would like you to raise your hand if you are descendant from the Noble and Most Ancient House of Black. Meaning if your great, great, great, great, great, grandmother or such was a Black." Nine hands went up including James' and Remus'. Sirius nodded knowingly. "I have another question. How many of you are still on the tree? Meaning one of your ancestors has not had theirs burned off and therefore yours is still on?" Everyone put down his or her hand except one person.
"Ah! Jannie! Yes, you're still on, haven't seem you in a while. What's up?" Sirius asked switching directions.
"I'm ok, but my grandmum says I'm going to be burned off the family tree soon for being a Griffindor," said the third year.
"I'm in the same boat only it's my mum doing the threatening," Sirius replied. Jannie went off to do her homework and Sirius turned back to his friends.
"You see? Seven out of twenty, not counting us, are related to me. Then if you add us in, you have twenty four people, ten are related to the Blacks, counting myself."
"When did you get so good at math?" Remus asked. Sirius went to slug him with a pillow and the four went back to their long dark tea time of the soul.
