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this chapter doesn't sound like Sirius, but believe it.
TWO - THE FOGGS. MANSION AND GIRL
We saw it from far away. The Dark Mark over Fogg's mansion, somewhere in Cornwall. Lily must have squeezed Prongs' arm, 'cos I felt that pain in mine. Kingsley, our boss, told us to shut up. I was furious (another good family was touched by Voldemort's dogs), scared (that job was so serious. It was a war.), and excited - that was our first 'action' after we had finished the Aurors training.
The house wasn't big. The light was on and the door wide open.
'Oh, my God', were Shacklebolt's words when he entered the hall. His face was pale when he turned around to tell us to follow him. Then we saw the first body. 10-year-old boy was lying on the floor, eyes wide open.
An innocent child! I wanted to break something with anger but James found the vase quicker. Then we entered the living room: too late. All of them were dead.
'Why, why', Lily cried while senselessly checking the pulse on their dead necks. Mr. Jonathan Fogg, his wife Elizabeth, son Josh and his pregnant wife Savannah.
'Guys, listen', Kingsley also couldn't speak without tears, but wanted to give them proper instructions. 'Find out any information: curses used, hexes, describe the situation. I'll bring a list of their valuable things from the Headquarters, so we can investigate the whole house.'
He disapparated. We looked around. I felt like throwing up and a quick glance at James told me he had the same feeling. They didn't kill them with simple, cruel, but painless curse "Avada Kevadra", but tortures them, used Muggle knives and ropes. Acid, even. James and I began to examine the bodies. Fuck, fuck!! Where's the hospital team???
Lily sat on a chair and was lamenting quietly.
'A regnant woman! I can't imagine! She couldn't even help her not born child. She couldn't save him! Foggs were important members of The Order, but the kids.
Potter went to comfort her and I had to finish by myself.
Jonathan Fogg: burnt hair, face cut with knives, bleeding curses on arms and legs - still bleeding.
Elizabeth Fogg: legs cut out, self-tightening strings on her arms, face treated with some kind of acid.
I was sick. I do not often cry, but that day I couldn't see through the tears. When Kingsley returned James and I went upstairs to search for any traces.
'Gosh, Why is it so cold', James shivered. 'We're in the house, windows closed and it's windy.
We were in somebody's bedroom, Potter kept complaining and I felt cold and wind too.
'Yeah, and a fresh sea scent', I added. 'I thought we're not close to the sea. I wonder.'
I didn't finish, because we heard somebody screamed and Lily shouted:
'Clara! Clara no.'
We run downstairs and we saw young girl's back that disapparated.
'That was their third daughter, Clara. She came back for Xmas from Hogwarts. I'll follow her, she may think of something stupid.'
And before we could react or something, Evans was gone. It is impressive how resolute she could be when she wanted to save somebody.
James and I were sitting in my living room, drinking fire whiskey. I am a beer type but today we wanted to get drunk. We waited for Lily and another bottle was empty.
I was woken by a sunshine, but that was Lily, she switched on all lamps. She poured herself alcohol and began to talk. She didn't yell at us because of our state, I think she didn't even notice we were there.
'You know, she tried to kill herself. Just like that, no words no explanations. I see her family had been murdered, She has none left. But a suicide? She was.. I found her at the seashore. She was so small, so lonely. She wanted to curse herself with a breathless hex.'
'Breathless..', asked James, Yeah, she didn't know we were there. He surprised her. 'This is very advanced magic.'
'I know, Jimmy. I took her to Hogwarts, Dumbledore will take care of her. But she's so alone, no friends, do you remember.'
Well, I didn't and a confused smile of Prongs told me he didn't either. She saw our unsure glances.
'Oh, no, guys?? She was only 2 years below us, Gryffindor!! I can't believe you don't remember!'
I was late again. I invited Lily, James and Remus to a restaurant and was late, as usual. I hate it. I always complain when girls are late but I do the same. Well, I can defend myself: I've never had a watch. It's a waste of time checking time.
I was walking along a crowded street in Muggle London, trying to reach the nearest entrance to Diagon Alley, well to the Sunset Crescent where we were to eat out dinner at Madam Pancacke's Home Wine Inn when I ran into a small girl. We crashed and I had to massage my elbow. I heard her:
'Oh, hello Sirius', I glanced at her, was she one of my former loves? Dina? Dianna? Dorothy? And I looked into her midnight blue eyes, deep and endlessly sad. No, we've never dated.
'Hello Clara, what are you doing here?', perfect question, yes Sirius if you wane to seduce a girl you should attend a school first.
'Sorry, it was my fault. I never watch.'
'no, it was obviously my fault, Clara', well, being a gentleman isn't easy. I wonder why the hell women go out with me, God, I hope not because of my body. Clara didn't smile, she moved as if she wanted to walk away, so I tried the third time.
'We are having a dinner at Pancackes' Inn and I think Lily would never forgive me if I didn't invite you.'
God, she has so silent voice, so shy, I am not embarrassing, am I? She seemed lost in the jungle of real world.
'I'd love to', why the hell she didn't sound convincingly. 'But I already have a meeting.'
'Oh, should I be jealous? Sorry, I couldn't resist.'
She didn't smile, I wanted to be amusing and saw a single grin on her small, solitaire face.
'No, you can relieve, it's only a buyer-to-be of our mansion.'
'You're selling.', I wanted to question her a little, but her quick glance at the tower clock told me she had to leave. 'Please, drop in, we all.'
'OK, bye Sirius, I'll try.'
She disappeared in the crowd, as suddenly as a marvelous sea scent appeared. Well, I had to hurry.
well, review, review, no reviews, no updates. Feel free to write.
TWO - THE FOGGS. MANSION AND GIRL
We saw it from far away. The Dark Mark over Fogg's mansion, somewhere in Cornwall. Lily must have squeezed Prongs' arm, 'cos I felt that pain in mine. Kingsley, our boss, told us to shut up. I was furious (another good family was touched by Voldemort's dogs), scared (that job was so serious. It was a war.), and excited - that was our first 'action' after we had finished the Aurors training.
The house wasn't big. The light was on and the door wide open.
'Oh, my God', were Shacklebolt's words when he entered the hall. His face was pale when he turned around to tell us to follow him. Then we saw the first body. 10-year-old boy was lying on the floor, eyes wide open.
An innocent child! I wanted to break something with anger but James found the vase quicker. Then we entered the living room: too late. All of them were dead.
'Why, why', Lily cried while senselessly checking the pulse on their dead necks. Mr. Jonathan Fogg, his wife Elizabeth, son Josh and his pregnant wife Savannah.
'Guys, listen', Kingsley also couldn't speak without tears, but wanted to give them proper instructions. 'Find out any information: curses used, hexes, describe the situation. I'll bring a list of their valuable things from the Headquarters, so we can investigate the whole house.'
He disapparated. We looked around. I felt like throwing up and a quick glance at James told me he had the same feeling. They didn't kill them with simple, cruel, but painless curse "Avada Kevadra", but tortures them, used Muggle knives and ropes. Acid, even. James and I began to examine the bodies. Fuck, fuck!! Where's the hospital team???
Lily sat on a chair and was lamenting quietly.
'A regnant woman! I can't imagine! She couldn't even help her not born child. She couldn't save him! Foggs were important members of The Order, but the kids.
Potter went to comfort her and I had to finish by myself.
Jonathan Fogg: burnt hair, face cut with knives, bleeding curses on arms and legs - still bleeding.
Elizabeth Fogg: legs cut out, self-tightening strings on her arms, face treated with some kind of acid.
I was sick. I do not often cry, but that day I couldn't see through the tears. When Kingsley returned James and I went upstairs to search for any traces.
'Gosh, Why is it so cold', James shivered. 'We're in the house, windows closed and it's windy.
We were in somebody's bedroom, Potter kept complaining and I felt cold and wind too.
'Yeah, and a fresh sea scent', I added. 'I thought we're not close to the sea. I wonder.'
I didn't finish, because we heard somebody screamed and Lily shouted:
'Clara! Clara no.'
We run downstairs and we saw young girl's back that disapparated.
'That was their third daughter, Clara. She came back for Xmas from Hogwarts. I'll follow her, she may think of something stupid.'
And before we could react or something, Evans was gone. It is impressive how resolute she could be when she wanted to save somebody.
James and I were sitting in my living room, drinking fire whiskey. I am a beer type but today we wanted to get drunk. We waited for Lily and another bottle was empty.
I was woken by a sunshine, but that was Lily, she switched on all lamps. She poured herself alcohol and began to talk. She didn't yell at us because of our state, I think she didn't even notice we were there.
'You know, she tried to kill herself. Just like that, no words no explanations. I see her family had been murdered, She has none left. But a suicide? She was.. I found her at the seashore. She was so small, so lonely. She wanted to curse herself with a breathless hex.'
'Breathless..', asked James, Yeah, she didn't know we were there. He surprised her. 'This is very advanced magic.'
'I know, Jimmy. I took her to Hogwarts, Dumbledore will take care of her. But she's so alone, no friends, do you remember.'
Well, I didn't and a confused smile of Prongs told me he didn't either. She saw our unsure glances.
'Oh, no, guys?? She was only 2 years below us, Gryffindor!! I can't believe you don't remember!'
I was late again. I invited Lily, James and Remus to a restaurant and was late, as usual. I hate it. I always complain when girls are late but I do the same. Well, I can defend myself: I've never had a watch. It's a waste of time checking time.
I was walking along a crowded street in Muggle London, trying to reach the nearest entrance to Diagon Alley, well to the Sunset Crescent where we were to eat out dinner at Madam Pancacke's Home Wine Inn when I ran into a small girl. We crashed and I had to massage my elbow. I heard her:
'Oh, hello Sirius', I glanced at her, was she one of my former loves? Dina? Dianna? Dorothy? And I looked into her midnight blue eyes, deep and endlessly sad. No, we've never dated.
'Hello Clara, what are you doing here?', perfect question, yes Sirius if you wane to seduce a girl you should attend a school first.
'Sorry, it was my fault. I never watch.'
'no, it was obviously my fault, Clara', well, being a gentleman isn't easy. I wonder why the hell women go out with me, God, I hope not because of my body. Clara didn't smile, she moved as if she wanted to walk away, so I tried the third time.
'We are having a dinner at Pancackes' Inn and I think Lily would never forgive me if I didn't invite you.'
God, she has so silent voice, so shy, I am not embarrassing, am I? She seemed lost in the jungle of real world.
'I'd love to', why the hell she didn't sound convincingly. 'But I already have a meeting.'
'Oh, should I be jealous? Sorry, I couldn't resist.'
She didn't smile, I wanted to be amusing and saw a single grin on her small, solitaire face.
'No, you can relieve, it's only a buyer-to-be of our mansion.'
'You're selling.', I wanted to question her a little, but her quick glance at the tower clock told me she had to leave. 'Please, drop in, we all.'
'OK, bye Sirius, I'll try.'
She disappeared in the crowd, as suddenly as a marvelous sea scent appeared. Well, I had to hurry.
well, review, review, no reviews, no updates. Feel free to write.