I'm so dumb! I posted this chapter on Sunday and wondered why no-one was
reviewing, and why I couldn't find my own story! I messed up with the
settings and accidentally changed the language in Chinese! Sorry for all of
you who waited! Here's the chapter as I updated it on Sunday:
Hello, Do you still know me? I'm that freak who's torturing poor Sirius chapter after chapter. No kidding here, I really am a freak! At least other people say so. Freak . . . nice word, isn't it? . . .
Anyway, here's chapter eleven. I think I'm suffering writing-block or something like that, there's nothing really good coming to my mind recently. Tell me if this chap is crap and if I should stop it, I really think that's shit. Because of that I'm so happy that there are still People who review! THANK YOU ALL!!!
A.Dee: Thanks for reviewing! Yeah, bad, BAD doggie! And bad, BAD author for making him blaming himself! Do you think I overdid it this time?
Sylvia: Thank you! Yes, I planned to, but I think I should first try go on with the English version. Don't have much time with just two lessons per week . . . Hey, does that mean you read the German translation?! You're right, it really sounds crappy, they shouldn't translate the names. I hate the way they translated PoA! They cut all the moments when Sirius got angry in the Shrieking Shack. I thought someone was kidding me as read the English book for the first time!
mette: Thank you! You think so? Hey, that makes me really happy! Well, Remus told him . . . I think. And it's Dumledore - he knows anything! *g*
karno-L: Thank you for reviewing! Oh, really? Good! I'll try to, but this was the best I could manage! Tell me what you think!
Alright, here goes chapter11:
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Mission
The next morning Sirius awoke to someone tugging at hair slightly. He opened his eyes and looked around. "Ahh!!" Both he and the big brown eyes jumped as he turned around. They vanished out of his sight as quickly as they had appeared. The Animagus quickly recovered from his shock and was now searching the room for the intruder. Confused he got up and went around the bed. Was Remus playing a trick on him?
As he rounded his bed he found a house-elf crouching in the corner, long fingered hands covering the enormous eyes, that had startled Sirius earlier. "Hey what are you doing here?", he asked, trying to sound friendly. The elf answered in a high-pitched voice: "Sparky is bringing Mister Padfoot Mister Padfoot's breakfast. Me was told to do so by Mister Moony!"
The black haired wizard felt somewhat stupid, not knowing what to say. "Oh . . . err, thank you. That's really nice. Ehm . . .are you ok?", he inquired while he surveyed the strange behaviour of the small creature. "Mister Padfoot Sir doesn't wear clothes.", the elf whispered, almost to soft for Sirius to catch. His cheeks flushed crimson as he realised, that he was standing in front of the elf completely naked.
"Oh . . .sorry!", he stumbled out and quickly put some clothes on. "Err, sorry I scared you. I didn't mean to, really." The house-elf peered up at him through his long fingers as the Animagus arranged his robes. Still avoiding him with his eyes the elf hoppled out of the door in the living- room, where he had stacked the table with foot high enough to feed a dozen giants. "Mister Moony tells Sparky, he be back soon. Mister Padfoot is not to wait with breakfast." Sirius sat down and looked at the little elf curiously.
He and James had often been down in the kitchens, nicking a few snacks at night. The tiny creatures had always welcomed them warmly and with the time their relationship had become very friendly, though it had taken them quite some time to get the elves to stop treating them like gods. He smiled at the memory of the good-natured house-elves warning them more then one time of patrolling Professors at night.
Sparky's high-pitched voice brought him back to the present. "Mister Padfoot Sir needs to eat, or he'll becomes even thinner!" He watched as the elf stacked a plate with food for him. Suddenly he eyed the small, big- eared elf. Could that. . .? No, that was impossible. House-elves didn't live that long, or did they? But it would explain that Sparky kept calling him . . . "Mister Padfoot! Is Mister Padfoot Sir alright?" Big brown orbs looked up at him worried.
Sirius shook his head. "I'm fine, really. Err . . . say, do you remember James?" His eyes light up as the elf knew the name and nodded cheerfully. "Of course Sparky does, all House-elves in Hogwarts does remember Messrs Padfoot and Prongs, Sir! How could we forget, Sir?! Messrs Padfoot and Prongs and Moony always has treated us like friends and has been nice! No House-elf could forget!" Sparky pushed the full plate towards the Animagus. Sirius picked up a fork and started to eat, causing another happy grin to lighten the elf's face.
Sirius opened his mouth to respond, but was cut off by the door slamming shut and footsteps hurrying towards the room. Remus stomped in, slamming another door as he did so. With a startled squeak Sparky darted away, so quick Sirius didn't see where to. So instead he looked up at his friend questionally. The werewolf was fuming, Sirius had seen him lower his calm, collected mask before and therefore knew to be afraid of the reason.
"Hey Moony, what is it?" With a loud "Flap!" a paper was thrown at the table. Sirius became silent as the paper enfolded itself and the headline in big, fat letters came into view.
"Terror started. Sirius Black murdering for the Dark Side again."
The Animagus stared at the sentence, the blood rushing from his face as he picked the paper up and started to read the article.
"Since his escape from Azkaban the Wizarding World lived in fear of this man. Now, two and a half years later the long awaited strike came. Last Friday Thomas Wood, a half-blood wizard and his muggle-born wife Phillia died in a attack, unmistakably performed by Death Eaters. Experts at the Department of Magical Law Enforcement suspect Sirius Black to have lead the assassination. "We can only guess why he chose them in particular, but what we know for sure is, that he's getting his master back to power. He probably is the only follower of You-Know-Who mad enough to try, and if he isn't caught soon he could manage exactly that." Meanwhile the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, is denying any general wave of dark activities. "It is true that Death Eaters are suspected behind the attack a few days ago. But that is no reason to break out in panic. I am truly sorry for the victims and I can assure you, that we are doing everything in our power to get Black to suffer the fair punishment for his crimes, and stop this terror before it can start again." Since that the security measures in all public institutions have been increased to maximum and leads provided by the public are required urgently. . . ."
At this point the paper slid out of his limp fingers. The black and white pictures on the front-page, with a big, glittering Skull, the Dark Mark, floating above the wreckage of a house, seemed to have been burned in the inside of his eyes, he couldn't see anything else.
Remus looked at his friend's blank expression, already regretting that he had rushed it that much. He should've tried to tell Sirius more carefully and was mentally kicking himself for being so careless. "Sirius?", he said quietly and laid a hand on his shoulder. The Animagus collected himself. "That means they're out for me again." It was no question. Remus winced at the note of fear in his voice. He really shouldn't have to put up with this, too. It made Remus even angrier.
"Yes. I suppose. Dumbledore said we'll have to be much more careful, but he won't let them position guards of any kind at Hogwarts, especially no Dementors." Sirius nodded dimly. "Do you think they'll attack again?" "What?!" The dark-haired man looked up at him. "Do you think they'll attack again?", he repeated. "I mean, maybe they don't know that the other targets have been warned. We could wait for them there and catch them." Remus stared at him, silenced by both surprise and thoughtfulness.
"Maybe we should check your temperature again, my friend. Do you know what danger you're putting yourself into? What if they catch YOU there?" Sirius shrugged. "What do I have to loose?" The werewolf's temper flared up again at the expression, that was now showing on his face. "Your soul for one! Your life for another! And what about Harry? About Dumbledore? About me? Do you want to throw away everything you have?!"
Sirius lifted his head and looked him right into the eye and this time there was no trace of fear or guilt. "But I can't sit here and watch all my chances go by! I could make sure those people are safe! Maybe I could even get some information for the order! I could finally make myself useful!" Their voices had risen during their argument and Sirius was nearly shouting now.
"What do you mean, 'useful'?! Stop blaming all this shit on yourself, it doesn't help anyone! It won't bring James back to you if you play the martyr's part!!!", Remus yelled at him, anger and despair pushing every rational thought out of his mind. Deafening silence followed his last sentence. Both men stared at each other, not quite believing what the werewolf had said. Remus saw hurt flash in Sirius eyes, before the Animagus rushed past him, grabbing his cloak as he went and fled the room. Remus stood there, still staring at the spot were his friend had been standing.
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A/N: Do you think the passage with the House-elf was funny? Hm, writing Sparky's part was much more difficult then I expected. Not sure if Remus' mood is understandable, though. Seems so out of character!
Ok, I hope you liked it and would be really happy if you send me a review. If there's anything odd in the grammar or content, please tell me! See you next chapter!
lara
Hello, Do you still know me? I'm that freak who's torturing poor Sirius chapter after chapter. No kidding here, I really am a freak! At least other people say so. Freak . . . nice word, isn't it? . . .
Anyway, here's chapter eleven. I think I'm suffering writing-block or something like that, there's nothing really good coming to my mind recently. Tell me if this chap is crap and if I should stop it, I really think that's shit. Because of that I'm so happy that there are still People who review! THANK YOU ALL!!!
A.Dee: Thanks for reviewing! Yeah, bad, BAD doggie! And bad, BAD author for making him blaming himself! Do you think I overdid it this time?
Sylvia: Thank you! Yes, I planned to, but I think I should first try go on with the English version. Don't have much time with just two lessons per week . . . Hey, does that mean you read the German translation?! You're right, it really sounds crappy, they shouldn't translate the names. I hate the way they translated PoA! They cut all the moments when Sirius got angry in the Shrieking Shack. I thought someone was kidding me as read the English book for the first time!
mette: Thank you! You think so? Hey, that makes me really happy! Well, Remus told him . . . I think. And it's Dumledore - he knows anything! *g*
karno-L: Thank you for reviewing! Oh, really? Good! I'll try to, but this was the best I could manage! Tell me what you think!
Alright, here goes chapter11:
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Mission
The next morning Sirius awoke to someone tugging at hair slightly. He opened his eyes and looked around. "Ahh!!" Both he and the big brown eyes jumped as he turned around. They vanished out of his sight as quickly as they had appeared. The Animagus quickly recovered from his shock and was now searching the room for the intruder. Confused he got up and went around the bed. Was Remus playing a trick on him?
As he rounded his bed he found a house-elf crouching in the corner, long fingered hands covering the enormous eyes, that had startled Sirius earlier. "Hey what are you doing here?", he asked, trying to sound friendly. The elf answered in a high-pitched voice: "Sparky is bringing Mister Padfoot Mister Padfoot's breakfast. Me was told to do so by Mister Moony!"
The black haired wizard felt somewhat stupid, not knowing what to say. "Oh . . . err, thank you. That's really nice. Ehm . . .are you ok?", he inquired while he surveyed the strange behaviour of the small creature. "Mister Padfoot Sir doesn't wear clothes.", the elf whispered, almost to soft for Sirius to catch. His cheeks flushed crimson as he realised, that he was standing in front of the elf completely naked.
"Oh . . .sorry!", he stumbled out and quickly put some clothes on. "Err, sorry I scared you. I didn't mean to, really." The house-elf peered up at him through his long fingers as the Animagus arranged his robes. Still avoiding him with his eyes the elf hoppled out of the door in the living- room, where he had stacked the table with foot high enough to feed a dozen giants. "Mister Moony tells Sparky, he be back soon. Mister Padfoot is not to wait with breakfast." Sirius sat down and looked at the little elf curiously.
He and James had often been down in the kitchens, nicking a few snacks at night. The tiny creatures had always welcomed them warmly and with the time their relationship had become very friendly, though it had taken them quite some time to get the elves to stop treating them like gods. He smiled at the memory of the good-natured house-elves warning them more then one time of patrolling Professors at night.
Sparky's high-pitched voice brought him back to the present. "Mister Padfoot Sir needs to eat, or he'll becomes even thinner!" He watched as the elf stacked a plate with food for him. Suddenly he eyed the small, big- eared elf. Could that. . .? No, that was impossible. House-elves didn't live that long, or did they? But it would explain that Sparky kept calling him . . . "Mister Padfoot! Is Mister Padfoot Sir alright?" Big brown orbs looked up at him worried.
Sirius shook his head. "I'm fine, really. Err . . . say, do you remember James?" His eyes light up as the elf knew the name and nodded cheerfully. "Of course Sparky does, all House-elves in Hogwarts does remember Messrs Padfoot and Prongs, Sir! How could we forget, Sir?! Messrs Padfoot and Prongs and Moony always has treated us like friends and has been nice! No House-elf could forget!" Sparky pushed the full plate towards the Animagus. Sirius picked up a fork and started to eat, causing another happy grin to lighten the elf's face.
Sirius opened his mouth to respond, but was cut off by the door slamming shut and footsteps hurrying towards the room. Remus stomped in, slamming another door as he did so. With a startled squeak Sparky darted away, so quick Sirius didn't see where to. So instead he looked up at his friend questionally. The werewolf was fuming, Sirius had seen him lower his calm, collected mask before and therefore knew to be afraid of the reason.
"Hey Moony, what is it?" With a loud "Flap!" a paper was thrown at the table. Sirius became silent as the paper enfolded itself and the headline in big, fat letters came into view.
"Terror started. Sirius Black murdering for the Dark Side again."
The Animagus stared at the sentence, the blood rushing from his face as he picked the paper up and started to read the article.
"Since his escape from Azkaban the Wizarding World lived in fear of this man. Now, two and a half years later the long awaited strike came. Last Friday Thomas Wood, a half-blood wizard and his muggle-born wife Phillia died in a attack, unmistakably performed by Death Eaters. Experts at the Department of Magical Law Enforcement suspect Sirius Black to have lead the assassination. "We can only guess why he chose them in particular, but what we know for sure is, that he's getting his master back to power. He probably is the only follower of You-Know-Who mad enough to try, and if he isn't caught soon he could manage exactly that." Meanwhile the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, is denying any general wave of dark activities. "It is true that Death Eaters are suspected behind the attack a few days ago. But that is no reason to break out in panic. I am truly sorry for the victims and I can assure you, that we are doing everything in our power to get Black to suffer the fair punishment for his crimes, and stop this terror before it can start again." Since that the security measures in all public institutions have been increased to maximum and leads provided by the public are required urgently. . . ."
At this point the paper slid out of his limp fingers. The black and white pictures on the front-page, with a big, glittering Skull, the Dark Mark, floating above the wreckage of a house, seemed to have been burned in the inside of his eyes, he couldn't see anything else.
Remus looked at his friend's blank expression, already regretting that he had rushed it that much. He should've tried to tell Sirius more carefully and was mentally kicking himself for being so careless. "Sirius?", he said quietly and laid a hand on his shoulder. The Animagus collected himself. "That means they're out for me again." It was no question. Remus winced at the note of fear in his voice. He really shouldn't have to put up with this, too. It made Remus even angrier.
"Yes. I suppose. Dumbledore said we'll have to be much more careful, but he won't let them position guards of any kind at Hogwarts, especially no Dementors." Sirius nodded dimly. "Do you think they'll attack again?" "What?!" The dark-haired man looked up at him. "Do you think they'll attack again?", he repeated. "I mean, maybe they don't know that the other targets have been warned. We could wait for them there and catch them." Remus stared at him, silenced by both surprise and thoughtfulness.
"Maybe we should check your temperature again, my friend. Do you know what danger you're putting yourself into? What if they catch YOU there?" Sirius shrugged. "What do I have to loose?" The werewolf's temper flared up again at the expression, that was now showing on his face. "Your soul for one! Your life for another! And what about Harry? About Dumbledore? About me? Do you want to throw away everything you have?!"
Sirius lifted his head and looked him right into the eye and this time there was no trace of fear or guilt. "But I can't sit here and watch all my chances go by! I could make sure those people are safe! Maybe I could even get some information for the order! I could finally make myself useful!" Their voices had risen during their argument and Sirius was nearly shouting now.
"What do you mean, 'useful'?! Stop blaming all this shit on yourself, it doesn't help anyone! It won't bring James back to you if you play the martyr's part!!!", Remus yelled at him, anger and despair pushing every rational thought out of his mind. Deafening silence followed his last sentence. Both men stared at each other, not quite believing what the werewolf had said. Remus saw hurt flash in Sirius eyes, before the Animagus rushed past him, grabbing his cloak as he went and fled the room. Remus stood there, still staring at the spot were his friend had been standing.
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A/N: Do you think the passage with the House-elf was funny? Hm, writing Sparky's part was much more difficult then I expected. Not sure if Remus' mood is understandable, though. Seems so out of character!
Ok, I hope you liked it and would be really happy if you send me a review. If there's anything odd in the grammar or content, please tell me! See you next chapter!
lara