OK., now we are back in present.
Sorry those who are under 17, but this chapter is rated R
CHAPTER FIFTEEN - THE FIRE
Julia was alone in her chamber at Hogwarts. She was sitting on a chair, peeping into mirror. She could see her face, her young, pretty face. She loved it, but it didn't suit her well. She smiled ironically at her mirror and turned away.
She looked like Snape's student rather than a schoolmate. It was so cool: she was irritating him. But this all was senseless. Her ability to look young was useless: it couldn't help now those, who had already died. She couldn't comfort those, who had suffered. She couldn't find exact words.
This was definitely a spleen. They don't disappear, funny. Now, when I am finally happy, as happy as a person who had suffered so much can be in this world. Now, when I finally have all my skills back, I should use them properly. And I shouldn't use them alone. The truth is that people connected by Ancient Fire are more powerful together. Now they could join their powers again. Live again.
She smiled and glanced outside the window. The night was so fresh and clear. Like the night he returned.
*/*/*/*/*
/almost a year earlier/
/Dumbledore's office, Sirius & Headmaster/
Albus Dumbledore looked gently into Sirius Black's eyes. They had been talking for hours now. The Headmaster believed the ex-prisoner and the wanted.
'I am sorry I haven't believed you earlier, Sirius. But I do now. I can't give you back the years you spent in Azkaban. And I am so sorry Peter escaped.'
Sirius smiled, if one can call his mouth a smile. People he wanted to believe him, did so. It was a happy moment, after ages in prison.
Sad was only the fact that he wasn't to be cleared. He was to be kissed by a dementor soon. Too soon. He wanted to ask one more question, about a girl, a woman he used to know. But didn't know how. He gazed into Dumbledore's eyes and didn't have to say anything. The old man understood him at once. Am uncanny smile appeared on his face.
'Julia', Sirius' face relaxed. It was a sweetest melody to hear somebody spoke her name. 'is now in France, I guess. In their cottage house near Avignon. She's finished the book, Sirius. She knew you were innocent. What a shame I couldn't believe her!'
Black was following Albus' words. She knew, she finished. She was so near! He hoped for he love but didn't dare to hope for seeing her again.
The things that happened few hours later were unexpected: he could run for his life with a sentenced hippogriff. He didn't have time to thank Harry and Hermione for things they had done for him. He flew on Buckbeak's back and unaware directed to France.
*/*/*/*
/Cottage house of Stings'; Southern France/
Julia Sting was sitting outside her house on a wicker armchair and was reading a book. She was relaxing, enjoying her visit to Europe, and enjoying the summer night.
She put her legs on the table, what a comfortable position, she thought, but after a while she put them down. She couldn't find herself a proper place. Everything was bad. She threw away the book and picked newspaper. What a bore. She felt like drinking. Something. Beer, wine? Tea? Water? She walked into the kitchen. She opened every single closet, maybe she would find out what she really wanted. Finally she decided to prepare some herbal tea. She reached for the teapot when she heard a noise outside.
She peeped through the window and saw a shape, which looked like, as far as she knew magical creatures, a hippogriff. Julia knew that France isn't their natural habitat and wondered what it was doing in her garden when she heard a rough voice from behind.
'I was wondering whether you could make a cup of tea for me?'
Julia's heart as beating badly. She'd been waiting so long to hear this voice. Her hand was shaking when she reached for another cup. She could hear his breath. She closed her eyes and slowly turned around. Her eyes, now wide open, met his. They stared at each other for a while.
His hair was messy and too long, his face was gray, and only a little bit lighter than his shabby robes. His lips were trembling and he had eyes full of fire. Sirius Black. The man she had always loved.
Tears appeared in her eyes, tears of endless happiness. She came closer and gently touched his cheek.
Sirius was still watching her eyes, mysterious, colourful, the only eyes. He felt a hot, almost forgotten chill when her hand caressed his face (God, how smooth her hand was). She moved her hand behind his neck and pulled his face towards hers. The same moment he put his arms around her waist (so thin, so sensitive!) and their lips met.
None of them recalled such a kiss. Firstly, it was dry and shallow. He could taste her salty tears. Then they deepened and deepened it. He pushed lustfully his tongue into her open mouth and began to discover it once again. She moaned and answered. Her hands were touching his hair, his face, and his chest. They were now inseparable.
Neither Julia nor Sirius realized a white, light. The fire. It surrounded them the moment they kissed. It was produced by their unconscious hearts and souls and by the universe. They had never betrayed or lied to each other. This was an ancient fire that could heal their hearts and make them feel younger. The fire that could make them powerful to fight against the dark. The fire that couldn't be destroyed.
When it disappeared, they parted and gazed at each other. Julia was still crying, she was so happy. He smiled, young, beloved man.
'Few days ago I was to be kissed by a dementor and now I kiss you!', he smiled holding her tighter.
'Few minutes ago I saw a dead man and now you're in your early thirties, I suppose.'
They needed no more words. They needed no more glances. They only wanted to have their desire fulfilled.
Sirius kissed deeply, strongly her open and lustful lips. He pushed her towards the table and lifted her so she could sit on it. Still kissing, he found the end of her shirt and touched her naked waist. His hand went up her body. Julia put her legs around his waist and moaned when his gentle fingers touched her breasts, found her nipples (she didn't wear a bra, how comfortable, he thought, what a woman would wear a bra while alone). She deepened the kiss, pressing her tongue harder on his gums. Sirius felt a hot pressure flowing through this veins, attacking every single part of his body.
They stopped to take a breath. Julia found the edge of Sirius' clothes and touched his bare, thin, but still strong chest. He smiled at such pleasure.
'thanks God my robes are o wide', he joked and closed his eyes to feel her more intensively. She smiled in an uncanny way, she knew exactly what he was thinking about. Then she spoke as she was kissing his lips, his eyes, and his ears.
'Food? Drink? Talk? Sleep? Love?'
'I don't think you like talking. And I need no food, I had some last week.'
They kissed and lifted her (her legs were still around him, she felt his body, his desire and the fire that was to burn them so soon).
He laid heron the bed and sat by her, still kissing. He undressed her shirt and moaned. He wanted to kiss every single part of her, he wanted to hold her. He desired to have her. She groaned when he kissed and sucked her nipples.
Julia managed to put off his robes and saw his naked and once again and forever strong body. He stopped kissing her and looked, watched her amazed. She was laying on her back, bare breasts were shining in the moonlight. Her knees up. Her deep, mysterious eyes were watching him less and less carefully, following her lust. Her horny, green eyes. He could sell his soul to watch them. Now they belonged to him.
She was waiting. His hand touched her knees. He slowly sat between them and started to kiss the inner part of her thigh. His hands fund their way to her underwear and pulled it towards Julia's feet. Then he kissed the most sensitive part of her body, tasted her, harder and harder in the rhythm of her moans. She wriggled under his hands and lips and had to bite he lip. Her climax was so close, she almost shouted and couldn't stand without him inside her any longer.
'Take me', she whispered soundlessly. She pulled his head towards her, their lips met. She almost fainted when he burst in her. Now their pleasure, their bodies and their souls were inseparable.
/\*\/*\/*/\
Sirius was woken up by sunshine. He needed a while to recall where he was. He saw Julia's head on his chest and smiled. At last. At home at last. Home is where she is, and she was with him.
Julia moved her head, trying to escape the rouse. She tried to hide her face in his shoulders. Sirius had missed mornings like that. He gently stroked her hair. Julia woke up and gazed at him, her eyes still absent and almost yellow, like the sun. She opened her mouth and wanted say something but couldn't because he leaned over her and kissed her open lips, passionately, senselessly, pushing his tongue and exploring her mouth. He felt growing pressure between his legs and stopped to see if she felt that too, but he saw her face in tears.
Julia was crying, silently, like a child who doesn't want to be heard. Great river of salty water were flowing from the corners of her eyes. He used his thumbs to remove them, but more and more appeared. He was scared and asked, his voice trembling:
'What's wrong, honey?'
She looked into his warm, caring eyes and touched his face.
'Nothing', she sobbed. 'I am so sorry, Sirius. Si.'
'Sorry for what, baby, you don't have to be sorry, Julie', he hugged her but in fact he didn't know what to do. He kissed her hair, her cheeks in tears her eyes. And was slightly smiling.
'I wanted so much to be strong, to take care of you. To listen, to hug, to kiss. But now I see how, how selfish I really am. I feel so safe in your arms, Si. So. I love you so much. I'd love to keep you here forever. I missed. You see, I keep talking about my silly problems when I should listen and comfort you! I.'
She had to stop because he kissed her.
'That's nothing, baby, lay still. We will talk. We will kiss. We will live, together.' He hugged her as she put her small head between his neck and shoulder. His hands were running aimlessly around her back. Julia's hand was slowly wandering across his hair.
'We're home at last.' he thought with a distant smile.
Sorry those who are under 17, but this chapter is rated R
CHAPTER FIFTEEN - THE FIRE
Julia was alone in her chamber at Hogwarts. She was sitting on a chair, peeping into mirror. She could see her face, her young, pretty face. She loved it, but it didn't suit her well. She smiled ironically at her mirror and turned away.
She looked like Snape's student rather than a schoolmate. It was so cool: she was irritating him. But this all was senseless. Her ability to look young was useless: it couldn't help now those, who had already died. She couldn't comfort those, who had suffered. She couldn't find exact words.
This was definitely a spleen. They don't disappear, funny. Now, when I am finally happy, as happy as a person who had suffered so much can be in this world. Now, when I finally have all my skills back, I should use them properly. And I shouldn't use them alone. The truth is that people connected by Ancient Fire are more powerful together. Now they could join their powers again. Live again.
She smiled and glanced outside the window. The night was so fresh and clear. Like the night he returned.
*/*/*/*/*
/almost a year earlier/
/Dumbledore's office, Sirius & Headmaster/
Albus Dumbledore looked gently into Sirius Black's eyes. They had been talking for hours now. The Headmaster believed the ex-prisoner and the wanted.
'I am sorry I haven't believed you earlier, Sirius. But I do now. I can't give you back the years you spent in Azkaban. And I am so sorry Peter escaped.'
Sirius smiled, if one can call his mouth a smile. People he wanted to believe him, did so. It was a happy moment, after ages in prison.
Sad was only the fact that he wasn't to be cleared. He was to be kissed by a dementor soon. Too soon. He wanted to ask one more question, about a girl, a woman he used to know. But didn't know how. He gazed into Dumbledore's eyes and didn't have to say anything. The old man understood him at once. Am uncanny smile appeared on his face.
'Julia', Sirius' face relaxed. It was a sweetest melody to hear somebody spoke her name. 'is now in France, I guess. In their cottage house near Avignon. She's finished the book, Sirius. She knew you were innocent. What a shame I couldn't believe her!'
Black was following Albus' words. She knew, she finished. She was so near! He hoped for he love but didn't dare to hope for seeing her again.
The things that happened few hours later were unexpected: he could run for his life with a sentenced hippogriff. He didn't have time to thank Harry and Hermione for things they had done for him. He flew on Buckbeak's back and unaware directed to France.
*/*/*/*
/Cottage house of Stings'; Southern France/
Julia Sting was sitting outside her house on a wicker armchair and was reading a book. She was relaxing, enjoying her visit to Europe, and enjoying the summer night.
She put her legs on the table, what a comfortable position, she thought, but after a while she put them down. She couldn't find herself a proper place. Everything was bad. She threw away the book and picked newspaper. What a bore. She felt like drinking. Something. Beer, wine? Tea? Water? She walked into the kitchen. She opened every single closet, maybe she would find out what she really wanted. Finally she decided to prepare some herbal tea. She reached for the teapot when she heard a noise outside.
She peeped through the window and saw a shape, which looked like, as far as she knew magical creatures, a hippogriff. Julia knew that France isn't their natural habitat and wondered what it was doing in her garden when she heard a rough voice from behind.
'I was wondering whether you could make a cup of tea for me?'
Julia's heart as beating badly. She'd been waiting so long to hear this voice. Her hand was shaking when she reached for another cup. She could hear his breath. She closed her eyes and slowly turned around. Her eyes, now wide open, met his. They stared at each other for a while.
His hair was messy and too long, his face was gray, and only a little bit lighter than his shabby robes. His lips were trembling and he had eyes full of fire. Sirius Black. The man she had always loved.
Tears appeared in her eyes, tears of endless happiness. She came closer and gently touched his cheek.
Sirius was still watching her eyes, mysterious, colourful, the only eyes. He felt a hot, almost forgotten chill when her hand caressed his face (God, how smooth her hand was). She moved her hand behind his neck and pulled his face towards hers. The same moment he put his arms around her waist (so thin, so sensitive!) and their lips met.
None of them recalled such a kiss. Firstly, it was dry and shallow. He could taste her salty tears. Then they deepened and deepened it. He pushed lustfully his tongue into her open mouth and began to discover it once again. She moaned and answered. Her hands were touching his hair, his face, and his chest. They were now inseparable.
Neither Julia nor Sirius realized a white, light. The fire. It surrounded them the moment they kissed. It was produced by their unconscious hearts and souls and by the universe. They had never betrayed or lied to each other. This was an ancient fire that could heal their hearts and make them feel younger. The fire that could make them powerful to fight against the dark. The fire that couldn't be destroyed.
When it disappeared, they parted and gazed at each other. Julia was still crying, she was so happy. He smiled, young, beloved man.
'Few days ago I was to be kissed by a dementor and now I kiss you!', he smiled holding her tighter.
'Few minutes ago I saw a dead man and now you're in your early thirties, I suppose.'
They needed no more words. They needed no more glances. They only wanted to have their desire fulfilled.
Sirius kissed deeply, strongly her open and lustful lips. He pushed her towards the table and lifted her so she could sit on it. Still kissing, he found the end of her shirt and touched her naked waist. His hand went up her body. Julia put her legs around his waist and moaned when his gentle fingers touched her breasts, found her nipples (she didn't wear a bra, how comfortable, he thought, what a woman would wear a bra while alone). She deepened the kiss, pressing her tongue harder on his gums. Sirius felt a hot pressure flowing through this veins, attacking every single part of his body.
They stopped to take a breath. Julia found the edge of Sirius' clothes and touched his bare, thin, but still strong chest. He smiled at such pleasure.
'thanks God my robes are o wide', he joked and closed his eyes to feel her more intensively. She smiled in an uncanny way, she knew exactly what he was thinking about. Then she spoke as she was kissing his lips, his eyes, and his ears.
'Food? Drink? Talk? Sleep? Love?'
'I don't think you like talking. And I need no food, I had some last week.'
They kissed and lifted her (her legs were still around him, she felt his body, his desire and the fire that was to burn them so soon).
He laid heron the bed and sat by her, still kissing. He undressed her shirt and moaned. He wanted to kiss every single part of her, he wanted to hold her. He desired to have her. She groaned when he kissed and sucked her nipples.
Julia managed to put off his robes and saw his naked and once again and forever strong body. He stopped kissing her and looked, watched her amazed. She was laying on her back, bare breasts were shining in the moonlight. Her knees up. Her deep, mysterious eyes were watching him less and less carefully, following her lust. Her horny, green eyes. He could sell his soul to watch them. Now they belonged to him.
She was waiting. His hand touched her knees. He slowly sat between them and started to kiss the inner part of her thigh. His hands fund their way to her underwear and pulled it towards Julia's feet. Then he kissed the most sensitive part of her body, tasted her, harder and harder in the rhythm of her moans. She wriggled under his hands and lips and had to bite he lip. Her climax was so close, she almost shouted and couldn't stand without him inside her any longer.
'Take me', she whispered soundlessly. She pulled his head towards her, their lips met. She almost fainted when he burst in her. Now their pleasure, their bodies and their souls were inseparable.
/\*\/*\/*/\
Sirius was woken up by sunshine. He needed a while to recall where he was. He saw Julia's head on his chest and smiled. At last. At home at last. Home is where she is, and she was with him.
Julia moved her head, trying to escape the rouse. She tried to hide her face in his shoulders. Sirius had missed mornings like that. He gently stroked her hair. Julia woke up and gazed at him, her eyes still absent and almost yellow, like the sun. She opened her mouth and wanted say something but couldn't because he leaned over her and kissed her open lips, passionately, senselessly, pushing his tongue and exploring her mouth. He felt growing pressure between his legs and stopped to see if she felt that too, but he saw her face in tears.
Julia was crying, silently, like a child who doesn't want to be heard. Great river of salty water were flowing from the corners of her eyes. He used his thumbs to remove them, but more and more appeared. He was scared and asked, his voice trembling:
'What's wrong, honey?'
She looked into his warm, caring eyes and touched his face.
'Nothing', she sobbed. 'I am so sorry, Sirius. Si.'
'Sorry for what, baby, you don't have to be sorry, Julie', he hugged her but in fact he didn't know what to do. He kissed her hair, her cheeks in tears her eyes. And was slightly smiling.
'I wanted so much to be strong, to take care of you. To listen, to hug, to kiss. But now I see how, how selfish I really am. I feel so safe in your arms, Si. So. I love you so much. I'd love to keep you here forever. I missed. You see, I keep talking about my silly problems when I should listen and comfort you! I.'
She had to stop because he kissed her.
'That's nothing, baby, lay still. We will talk. We will kiss. We will live, together.' He hugged her as she put her small head between his neck and shoulder. His hands were running aimlessly around her back. Julia's hand was slowly wandering across his hair.
'We're home at last.' he thought with a distant smile.