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Unfortunately I didn't write Sirius either because he belongs to J.K.
Rowling. Nothing really belongs to me, everybody else owns all these
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Chapter 2
Stepping down the creaking staircase dressed in his tatty jeans and dark top again, wishing that he'd thought to bring a change of clothes Sirius reflected on the day before. On waking he had forgotten everything for a few moments he sat bewildered and lost before it all came back in a mighty flood. When he glanced at the ancient, tall grandfather clock in the hallway Sirius saw that the hands pointed to exactly twelve o'clock. As the loud chimes began he heard the sound of small footsteps running down the corridor above. He ran to hide behind a pillar and watched as a group of peculiar children ran noisily down the stairs, vanishing into different rooms. To his astonishment one girl just vanished in the middle of the room and another ran straight through the door. Minutes after, when everything was silent again a tall boy came down the stairs looking about cautiously, then he shouted, "Ready or not, here I come!" Sirius wanted to laugh, they were playing Hide and Seek! The boy seemed to find everyone remarkably quickly until one girl whined, "Your cheating, I bet you used your powers," The boy glared at her and snapped back, "Bet you did too!" "Did not!" Just like normal children they argued and played until an adult came down to see them all. Except of course, he wasn't quite the picture of an adult that Sirius thought of, especially as he was blue. With a tail. The tall boy said something to him and suddenly he was standing right next to Master Black. "Gutentag," greeted the extraordinary man, "George has a wonderful gift of being able to see through solid walls, so I thought I ought to do some polite introductions; I am Kurt Wagner, but some call me Nightcrawler." Sirius couldn't cope with so many shocks, but he had to ask, "Is that tail real?" Nightcrawler seemed mildly shocked, "Of course it is!" then on a happier note, "I am glad you woke up in time for lunch. We thought you would sleep forever! Come this way I think we were told it was bacon and potato waffles, hope you like it." Cautiously he followed the mutant into a busy kitchen full of unusual X- men, as he later leaned they were called. Spying Logan he sidestepped around him keeping the friendly Nightcrawler by his side, he didn't really feel in the mood for a fight.
After tucking into a hearty breakfast he followed the others into a lounge where Iceman lay reclining on a comfy armchair flicking through the channels. Sirius sat down and chatted with the others. "So," began Storm, "Have you got a mutant name yet?" Sirius let out a strange noise that indicated he hadn't the foggiest idea what she was on about. "We all have one. Look, Logan is Wolverine, Marie is Rogue, Bobby is Iceman, you see. It reflects our talents. I noticed you said your name was Sirius, is it coincidental that your parents named you after the dogstar?" "Uh, I guess. I hadn't really thought about it, but as to mutant name.. he trailed of feeling strange." "Yes," said professor Xavier leaning forward in his armchair as Sirius gave him a puzzled glance. "Well," again he hesitated looking around the small American room as one afraid of who to trust. He gave in, "At home there were four of us with similar powers. I became a dog, my friend a wolf, another a rat and another a stag. We played tricks on people at school and called ourselves the marauders. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs." He finished satisfied, "I am Padfoot." "Padfoot?," scoffed Logan, "Hardly a frightening name is it?" "I never meant to scare anyone," barked Sirius defensively, barring his teeth in a very canine nature," It was a nick-name." He said the last words slowly as though Wolverine was someone with a mental health problem. The scowled at each other in an angry deadlock forming a brief and pointless staring match. On the television a voice proclaimed, "More anti-mutant protests are being arranged now that Senate Paul Eliband has reinforced his pro-mutant ideas." The scene flashed to the senate council as a young rich looking man spook vividly to his audience, "You talk of the dangers of mutants as criminals, but think of the benefits as detectives and spies. The mutant who is a telepath can tell who is guilt or innocent at a court case. The mutant who can control ice can freeze burning buildings and SAVE LIVES! I know of a mutant who can even control the weather- think of the benefits if we ever have a drought. Don't complain against something strange, think of the positive-" the speech was cut off and Storm sighed. "He does wonders for us all, he really does." Then she continued to explain, "Not long ago now he was in a car crash, Cyclops, Iceman and I just happened to be in the area, Cyclops burnt the metal trapping him away whilst Iceman put the fire out. Together they saved his life and he is not going to forget that." This conversation left a lot for the young wizard present to think about, there was so much he didn't know about this world. His thoughts spun about like a frog jumping from lily pad to lily pad. Who disliked the mutants? Why were they disliked? Why did Wolverine think he needed a frightening name? Why did they discuss mutants at the Senate? What did the mutants actually do most of the time? He looked again at Xavier the quiet old man who had only spoken a monosyllable during the time he had met him, yet the others treated him with an almost god-like respect and reverence. As though reading his thoughts the man spoke, "I think you have some questions that need answering young man. I too think there are some things you could be telling me."
They travelled through the period building as the polished floorboards creaked and Sirius' hard Doc martens clacked on the wooden surface listening to the cheerful lecture. "You wonder about mutants being disliked. I am afraid to say that all is not well in this world there are many people who believe we are a threat that must be controlled like insects and vermin. Mutants fear going to school where they will be bullied or face abuse at work. This place has been set up under the guise of a school for talented children to give them a home with respect and equality. There are those who are convinced a war is brewing between Mutants and Non-Mutants. A man known as 'Magneto' with other helpers like Toad and Sabretooth do not get on with us and sadly seem to fight the non-mutants at every opportunity giving them an even greater reason to hate us. Many of the X-men as the adults are affectionately known as have pasts they do not wish to talk of, Logan in particular." They reached a large room with huge oak double doors that Sirius held open for Xavier. Seated down the professor addressed him directly. "Where do you come from?" so Sirius gave him the only answer he could, "I don't know." He looked up almost guiltily, "I don't understand any of this you are right and where I come from I had not heard of mutants- but I am one." His mind flicked back to the day he had become an animagus and was startled by the next comment. "Are you?" "Yes!" he cried earnestly, "What are you doing. How did you answer all the questions I thought in my head? How can you tell what I am thinking?" "Questions, Questions. Have you not thought what my mutant power is. Telepathy."
A sweep of conscience flew over Padfoot like a tidal wave as he realised that he had revealed Dumbledore's secrets simply by thinking them.
The man knew everything.
A/N; Naah! Now you have to wait to find out what happens next! Where does Voldemort come in? What does Charles do with his new found knowledge? Guess what, I did my grade 1 fencing the other week and got grade 1! I also did the 1500 at school today and I was sooo knackered.*sighs with exhaustion* I ate Vixie Pixie's sandwiches and she had to go without any lunch. Sorry Vixie! Still writing Muggles Revenge, but the next chapter is really hard to write, but it will be up eventually.
Chapter 2
Stepping down the creaking staircase dressed in his tatty jeans and dark top again, wishing that he'd thought to bring a change of clothes Sirius reflected on the day before. On waking he had forgotten everything for a few moments he sat bewildered and lost before it all came back in a mighty flood. When he glanced at the ancient, tall grandfather clock in the hallway Sirius saw that the hands pointed to exactly twelve o'clock. As the loud chimes began he heard the sound of small footsteps running down the corridor above. He ran to hide behind a pillar and watched as a group of peculiar children ran noisily down the stairs, vanishing into different rooms. To his astonishment one girl just vanished in the middle of the room and another ran straight through the door. Minutes after, when everything was silent again a tall boy came down the stairs looking about cautiously, then he shouted, "Ready or not, here I come!" Sirius wanted to laugh, they were playing Hide and Seek! The boy seemed to find everyone remarkably quickly until one girl whined, "Your cheating, I bet you used your powers," The boy glared at her and snapped back, "Bet you did too!" "Did not!" Just like normal children they argued and played until an adult came down to see them all. Except of course, he wasn't quite the picture of an adult that Sirius thought of, especially as he was blue. With a tail. The tall boy said something to him and suddenly he was standing right next to Master Black. "Gutentag," greeted the extraordinary man, "George has a wonderful gift of being able to see through solid walls, so I thought I ought to do some polite introductions; I am Kurt Wagner, but some call me Nightcrawler." Sirius couldn't cope with so many shocks, but he had to ask, "Is that tail real?" Nightcrawler seemed mildly shocked, "Of course it is!" then on a happier note, "I am glad you woke up in time for lunch. We thought you would sleep forever! Come this way I think we were told it was bacon and potato waffles, hope you like it." Cautiously he followed the mutant into a busy kitchen full of unusual X- men, as he later leaned they were called. Spying Logan he sidestepped around him keeping the friendly Nightcrawler by his side, he didn't really feel in the mood for a fight.
After tucking into a hearty breakfast he followed the others into a lounge where Iceman lay reclining on a comfy armchair flicking through the channels. Sirius sat down and chatted with the others. "So," began Storm, "Have you got a mutant name yet?" Sirius let out a strange noise that indicated he hadn't the foggiest idea what she was on about. "We all have one. Look, Logan is Wolverine, Marie is Rogue, Bobby is Iceman, you see. It reflects our talents. I noticed you said your name was Sirius, is it coincidental that your parents named you after the dogstar?" "Uh, I guess. I hadn't really thought about it, but as to mutant name.. he trailed of feeling strange." "Yes," said professor Xavier leaning forward in his armchair as Sirius gave him a puzzled glance. "Well," again he hesitated looking around the small American room as one afraid of who to trust. He gave in, "At home there were four of us with similar powers. I became a dog, my friend a wolf, another a rat and another a stag. We played tricks on people at school and called ourselves the marauders. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs." He finished satisfied, "I am Padfoot." "Padfoot?," scoffed Logan, "Hardly a frightening name is it?" "I never meant to scare anyone," barked Sirius defensively, barring his teeth in a very canine nature," It was a nick-name." He said the last words slowly as though Wolverine was someone with a mental health problem. The scowled at each other in an angry deadlock forming a brief and pointless staring match. On the television a voice proclaimed, "More anti-mutant protests are being arranged now that Senate Paul Eliband has reinforced his pro-mutant ideas." The scene flashed to the senate council as a young rich looking man spook vividly to his audience, "You talk of the dangers of mutants as criminals, but think of the benefits as detectives and spies. The mutant who is a telepath can tell who is guilt or innocent at a court case. The mutant who can control ice can freeze burning buildings and SAVE LIVES! I know of a mutant who can even control the weather- think of the benefits if we ever have a drought. Don't complain against something strange, think of the positive-" the speech was cut off and Storm sighed. "He does wonders for us all, he really does." Then she continued to explain, "Not long ago now he was in a car crash, Cyclops, Iceman and I just happened to be in the area, Cyclops burnt the metal trapping him away whilst Iceman put the fire out. Together they saved his life and he is not going to forget that." This conversation left a lot for the young wizard present to think about, there was so much he didn't know about this world. His thoughts spun about like a frog jumping from lily pad to lily pad. Who disliked the mutants? Why were they disliked? Why did Wolverine think he needed a frightening name? Why did they discuss mutants at the Senate? What did the mutants actually do most of the time? He looked again at Xavier the quiet old man who had only spoken a monosyllable during the time he had met him, yet the others treated him with an almost god-like respect and reverence. As though reading his thoughts the man spoke, "I think you have some questions that need answering young man. I too think there are some things you could be telling me."
They travelled through the period building as the polished floorboards creaked and Sirius' hard Doc martens clacked on the wooden surface listening to the cheerful lecture. "You wonder about mutants being disliked. I am afraid to say that all is not well in this world there are many people who believe we are a threat that must be controlled like insects and vermin. Mutants fear going to school where they will be bullied or face abuse at work. This place has been set up under the guise of a school for talented children to give them a home with respect and equality. There are those who are convinced a war is brewing between Mutants and Non-Mutants. A man known as 'Magneto' with other helpers like Toad and Sabretooth do not get on with us and sadly seem to fight the non-mutants at every opportunity giving them an even greater reason to hate us. Many of the X-men as the adults are affectionately known as have pasts they do not wish to talk of, Logan in particular." They reached a large room with huge oak double doors that Sirius held open for Xavier. Seated down the professor addressed him directly. "Where do you come from?" so Sirius gave him the only answer he could, "I don't know." He looked up almost guiltily, "I don't understand any of this you are right and where I come from I had not heard of mutants- but I am one." His mind flicked back to the day he had become an animagus and was startled by the next comment. "Are you?" "Yes!" he cried earnestly, "What are you doing. How did you answer all the questions I thought in my head? How can you tell what I am thinking?" "Questions, Questions. Have you not thought what my mutant power is. Telepathy."
A sweep of conscience flew over Padfoot like a tidal wave as he realised that he had revealed Dumbledore's secrets simply by thinking them.
The man knew everything.
A/N; Naah! Now you have to wait to find out what happens next! Where does Voldemort come in? What does Charles do with his new found knowledge? Guess what, I did my grade 1 fencing the other week and got grade 1! I also did the 1500 at school today and I was sooo knackered.*sighs with exhaustion* I ate Vixie Pixie's sandwiches and she had to go without any lunch. Sorry Vixie! Still writing Muggles Revenge, but the next chapter is really hard to write, but it will be up eventually.