I'm back, for a while, I really can't write when I at Uni. Ble
But here's another part, chapter 5.
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FIVE: THE GODDESS
I woke up when it was dark outside. I was lying on the ground with a head on Sirius' knees. When I moved he sighed, stroke my hair and said.
'I thought you wouldn't wake.'
It was dark and I had to get used to it. I realized that we were in a sort of cage. I felt confused. And not because of the imprisonment: his touch was so wonderful!
'What was it?'
'Kind of herbal drugs, I think so, strong. They smoked it all around us.'
'Is there anything left?'
'Hey, Clarie, you don't wanna check it now, do you?'
I came to the edge; find some ashes and smelled it.
'Cacaratiannae?' aimless dream? We should have known.
He took some from me and nodded with a swore. Then he gazed at me slowly and grimly.
'Stop thinking, we're on vacation.'
'On a run some of us are, I dare say, Sirius.'
'We can't get outside, the cage is blocked. We can't use our wands, they're blocked. I don't know what it is.'
OK, I hate such situation, being unable to use wands means being unable to do anything. Why? He must have seen my desperate look, 'cause he said, comforting me!
'You've never been imprisoned.' yeah, I know. He was sadder, but was smiling gently. 'We have to wait, outside we can use some of your Auror stuff and save our asses.' He was mocking but in a very charming way. 'Now, come here' he pointed a place next to him. 'or you will shiver till death. And' he chocked. 'Don't look so offended, babe, you're my wife, remember? In this village men rule.'
I sighed and sat beside him. His face was once again so close to mine. His gaze was so hot, but he turned it away when he met my glance. I hate myself for what I did, but I can't do different. I turned my head away, sorry, Sirius.
And then someone came and the herbal drugs were burning again. Thanks God we fell asleep, because his hot breath, so close to my ear, was making me high.
'So, your stupid civilized magic doesn't work here? Feel armless, helpless??' a sharp voice woke us up. We were still on the ground, starving.
I opened my lips. I got used to that in my work and that stupid savage king wasn't to change it. But Sirius caught me in my waist and chuckled.
'What do you want?'
'We want the goddess to be satisfied. Simple.'
'In what way' asked Sirius, both embarrassed and amused.
'She needs food. Take them' the king shouted and few guards grabbed us.
We were led across the village. I guess every single person that lived there came to see this unusual parade. When we passed by the last of the huts a crowd of women, men and kids followed our guards and us. I could feel their drilling dark eyes on my back and Sirius' unsure steps told me he felt the same. No mercy, no sorrow. They all wanted us die. What a hostile village. Whose idea that was?
'Yours' Sirius just moved his lips. I hate when he reads in my mind. I wanted to hiss a mock answer into his ear, but the surroundings changed. We were now walking across the forest: wet, deep, green and awful. I wasn't tired because of the walk but the air was so dense and sticky. Sirius put up with it better: his animagus' abilities helped him not to care about the atmosphere so much. I was addicted to the changes of the atmosphere, pressure and so on. We were walking up a hill and nobody else seemed exhausted.
I could still fell the smell of the Cacaratiannae in my mouth, throat, and lungs. Terrible. And, to make these poor matters even worse, magic still wasn't working even though we were miles away from the village, what was its name?
We came on the edge of a high and terrifying slope: there were sharp rocks and thorny bushes. Were we to be thrown down the escarp?
They, I mean the guards, people and king must have seen our hesitation. They all laughed and the tribe boss spoke.
'Take the lianas', he pointed guards who held the ends of two, too thin I thought immediately, lianas that were hanging from trees. 'And farewell, dear intruders. The goddess waits for you down the hill. She told me she was hungry' the last sentence he directed to the crowd who fell to its knees, frightened, the king, their magician, spoke to the goddess. He shouted now. 'She told me she wanted food, human meat, white man meat. I could do nothing but give her such a gift. She told me we would have good weather, plenty of food when I gave them to her. Shout, brothers, pray!'
The crowd muttered some prayers and the guards gave us the lianas and simply threw us down.
We were accompanied by the grim rhythm of the prayers, sang slowly by the oldest women. The boss showed us the guards, with arrows on their bows. We didn't want to slide down, were just hanging in the air.
'Go down, or they will use it.'
I glanced at Sirius and he nodded.
'Can you go down?'
I smiled and we went fast. During our slide down the ropes I saw enormous marsh. Even if there was no "goddess" we would get bogged.
'Clara, look', Sirius pointed at something down, on a deserted island of the bog and water. It was she. A large, golden crocodile. Awful, but beautiful. Its jaws were very big, I could see from above and it didn't make us move faster. I felt an arrow hardly missed my cheek and Sirius' leg was wounded.
We landed on a sort of dike, with grass and leaves lying on the ground. The only way across the marsh. The only way to the goddess.
We walked slowly along the dike. Too slow, another arrow almost hit us. Then, when we were almost in the middle f the way to the goddess (she was watching us lazily but carefully, I hate when somebody else does it to me) Sirius whispered.
'Magic is working', he put out the wand and moved it slightly. The leaves near his feet moved. 'Clara', he breathed fast. 'Create the mist, so those from above can't see and hit us with their arrows, fuck, they really hurt, hope they weren't poisoned.'
'And the goddess?' I asked, but my mind was following its own route and the mist was surrounding us slowly. Mist and sea smell. Sirius took a deep breath.
'Leave her to me', he grinned, very charming man indeed. 'Let's run. Now!'
We ran as we heard voices from above, astonished by our sudden disappearance. We approached the goddess, the only way out. Sirius ran first and as he reached her jaws (she had diamond teeth, it wouldn't be nice to be eaten by her) he pointed the crocodile with his wand and shouted.
'Throatunnaction!', and it happened. A red flame came from his wand, hit her throat and torn it. The crocodile froze and then flew like a river through the hole in her neck to the marsh.
'We ended a religion', I shouted at Sirius, but we didn't stop running. We ran long across the bog and then the trees, we wanted to reach our cabin (did I just say "our"?). I don't know why we didn't disapparated. Maybe we both still love risk. It's more fun to run than to escape easily.
We were covered with mud and blood, water, leaves, sweat. We laughed loudly when we saw the shape of Sirius' hut and the shade of Buckbeack. We only stopped in front of the house, tired, breathing fast and madly. I wiped the tears of tiredness and happiness we really saved our asses, when it happened again.
We gazed at each other and couldn't move. The world around us froze. Oh, he looked seductive, his hot, brown, tired eyes, in his dirty clothes, with his intensive gaze. He watched me closely (I looked terrible, I surely did), but he came closer and touched my arm, the slightest touch. I knew he wanted to touch my cheek, but my gaze, scared and cold gaze told him not to. Oh, I hate myself.
We were so close now, still breathless, smiling, starving, dirty. And so close.
'We need to eat and wash', BANG! The moment was over. I'm the best kill- moment in the world, enter my curses, boys and girls.
'Yeah', he slowly turned to house, he was sad, fuck! 'I'll do the food. Go and wash yourself. What a shame you look so dirty.'
He mocked and we were friends again. How often does it have to happen?
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An unexpected gift was waiting for us: a letter from Harry. He wrote that his car hurt and Sirius decided immediately to send and owl (or other colourful bird) to Dumbledore. We didn't know exactly what it meant. Scars usually don't hurt, but that was a special scar, given by Voldemort.
Sirius also decided to write Dumbledore about our meeting, well, it was a good idea, headmaster had to know there are more people in the world able to help, willing to help.
It went like that:
"And by the way, imagine who paid me a visit? Good, old Clara Fogg. She found out the truth, would you believe? And she told me she saw you that spring. She did good work interrupting the dementors, she don't like them either. We are going back to England, together. I'm looking for a safe place to live in, because we can't stay at Clara's, what would people say at a hippogriff in the flat in the middle of Muggle London. We will contact you later."
And so on. Sirius was a talkative person and could write thousands of words in one letter, chatting or so. I had to take it from him, because he would write there everything. He almost wrote a novel to Harry about a fact that he can't write about his hiding.
We (OK, Sirius) decided to go next night. We needed about a week of nights to reach London area. We could fly only by night, people aren't familiar with the hippogriffs flying around. We packed the little amount of things we had into my bag and transformed it into a wallet. Smaller and more comfortable. Then Sirius untied Buckbeack and helped me to sat on its back. Then he gave the very last sight to his first home since ages and placed himself in front of me. I put my arms around him, I didn't want to fall. That stupid git purred like a cat and said.
'You can hold me tighter if you like. I don't mind.'
'I can even strangle you, if you like. Watch the way.'
'I know you really want it.'
'You're right, I am considering suffocating you very intensively, right now.'
'Yeah, of course' he mocked. 'Hold me, 'cause we're turning round.'
'I am.' he turned Buckbeack and I almost fell, and had to tighten the grip, arms on his chest, cheek on his shoulder.
'Really? I told you to hold mmmmme. You have to listen, babe.'
Now I think I really hate him.
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Yeah, that's all for now, I have o think about the next. (Sob) I have to go to school. (Sob).
I hope you will review! I hope my computer will work. I hope you enjoyed.
But here's another part, chapter 5.
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FIVE: THE GODDESS
I woke up when it was dark outside. I was lying on the ground with a head on Sirius' knees. When I moved he sighed, stroke my hair and said.
'I thought you wouldn't wake.'
It was dark and I had to get used to it. I realized that we were in a sort of cage. I felt confused. And not because of the imprisonment: his touch was so wonderful!
'What was it?'
'Kind of herbal drugs, I think so, strong. They smoked it all around us.'
'Is there anything left?'
'Hey, Clarie, you don't wanna check it now, do you?'
I came to the edge; find some ashes and smelled it.
'Cacaratiannae?' aimless dream? We should have known.
He took some from me and nodded with a swore. Then he gazed at me slowly and grimly.
'Stop thinking, we're on vacation.'
'On a run some of us are, I dare say, Sirius.'
'We can't get outside, the cage is blocked. We can't use our wands, they're blocked. I don't know what it is.'
OK, I hate such situation, being unable to use wands means being unable to do anything. Why? He must have seen my desperate look, 'cause he said, comforting me!
'You've never been imprisoned.' yeah, I know. He was sadder, but was smiling gently. 'We have to wait, outside we can use some of your Auror stuff and save our asses.' He was mocking but in a very charming way. 'Now, come here' he pointed a place next to him. 'or you will shiver till death. And' he chocked. 'Don't look so offended, babe, you're my wife, remember? In this village men rule.'
I sighed and sat beside him. His face was once again so close to mine. His gaze was so hot, but he turned it away when he met my glance. I hate myself for what I did, but I can't do different. I turned my head away, sorry, Sirius.
And then someone came and the herbal drugs were burning again. Thanks God we fell asleep, because his hot breath, so close to my ear, was making me high.
'So, your stupid civilized magic doesn't work here? Feel armless, helpless??' a sharp voice woke us up. We were still on the ground, starving.
I opened my lips. I got used to that in my work and that stupid savage king wasn't to change it. But Sirius caught me in my waist and chuckled.
'What do you want?'
'We want the goddess to be satisfied. Simple.'
'In what way' asked Sirius, both embarrassed and amused.
'She needs food. Take them' the king shouted and few guards grabbed us.
We were led across the village. I guess every single person that lived there came to see this unusual parade. When we passed by the last of the huts a crowd of women, men and kids followed our guards and us. I could feel their drilling dark eyes on my back and Sirius' unsure steps told me he felt the same. No mercy, no sorrow. They all wanted us die. What a hostile village. Whose idea that was?
'Yours' Sirius just moved his lips. I hate when he reads in my mind. I wanted to hiss a mock answer into his ear, but the surroundings changed. We were now walking across the forest: wet, deep, green and awful. I wasn't tired because of the walk but the air was so dense and sticky. Sirius put up with it better: his animagus' abilities helped him not to care about the atmosphere so much. I was addicted to the changes of the atmosphere, pressure and so on. We were walking up a hill and nobody else seemed exhausted.
I could still fell the smell of the Cacaratiannae in my mouth, throat, and lungs. Terrible. And, to make these poor matters even worse, magic still wasn't working even though we were miles away from the village, what was its name?
We came on the edge of a high and terrifying slope: there were sharp rocks and thorny bushes. Were we to be thrown down the escarp?
They, I mean the guards, people and king must have seen our hesitation. They all laughed and the tribe boss spoke.
'Take the lianas', he pointed guards who held the ends of two, too thin I thought immediately, lianas that were hanging from trees. 'And farewell, dear intruders. The goddess waits for you down the hill. She told me she was hungry' the last sentence he directed to the crowd who fell to its knees, frightened, the king, their magician, spoke to the goddess. He shouted now. 'She told me she wanted food, human meat, white man meat. I could do nothing but give her such a gift. She told me we would have good weather, plenty of food when I gave them to her. Shout, brothers, pray!'
The crowd muttered some prayers and the guards gave us the lianas and simply threw us down.
We were accompanied by the grim rhythm of the prayers, sang slowly by the oldest women. The boss showed us the guards, with arrows on their bows. We didn't want to slide down, were just hanging in the air.
'Go down, or they will use it.'
I glanced at Sirius and he nodded.
'Can you go down?'
I smiled and we went fast. During our slide down the ropes I saw enormous marsh. Even if there was no "goddess" we would get bogged.
'Clara, look', Sirius pointed at something down, on a deserted island of the bog and water. It was she. A large, golden crocodile. Awful, but beautiful. Its jaws were very big, I could see from above and it didn't make us move faster. I felt an arrow hardly missed my cheek and Sirius' leg was wounded.
We landed on a sort of dike, with grass and leaves lying on the ground. The only way across the marsh. The only way to the goddess.
We walked slowly along the dike. Too slow, another arrow almost hit us. Then, when we were almost in the middle f the way to the goddess (she was watching us lazily but carefully, I hate when somebody else does it to me) Sirius whispered.
'Magic is working', he put out the wand and moved it slightly. The leaves near his feet moved. 'Clara', he breathed fast. 'Create the mist, so those from above can't see and hit us with their arrows, fuck, they really hurt, hope they weren't poisoned.'
'And the goddess?' I asked, but my mind was following its own route and the mist was surrounding us slowly. Mist and sea smell. Sirius took a deep breath.
'Leave her to me', he grinned, very charming man indeed. 'Let's run. Now!'
We ran as we heard voices from above, astonished by our sudden disappearance. We approached the goddess, the only way out. Sirius ran first and as he reached her jaws (she had diamond teeth, it wouldn't be nice to be eaten by her) he pointed the crocodile with his wand and shouted.
'Throatunnaction!', and it happened. A red flame came from his wand, hit her throat and torn it. The crocodile froze and then flew like a river through the hole in her neck to the marsh.
'We ended a religion', I shouted at Sirius, but we didn't stop running. We ran long across the bog and then the trees, we wanted to reach our cabin (did I just say "our"?). I don't know why we didn't disapparated. Maybe we both still love risk. It's more fun to run than to escape easily.
We were covered with mud and blood, water, leaves, sweat. We laughed loudly when we saw the shape of Sirius' hut and the shade of Buckbeack. We only stopped in front of the house, tired, breathing fast and madly. I wiped the tears of tiredness and happiness we really saved our asses, when it happened again.
We gazed at each other and couldn't move. The world around us froze. Oh, he looked seductive, his hot, brown, tired eyes, in his dirty clothes, with his intensive gaze. He watched me closely (I looked terrible, I surely did), but he came closer and touched my arm, the slightest touch. I knew he wanted to touch my cheek, but my gaze, scared and cold gaze told him not to. Oh, I hate myself.
We were so close now, still breathless, smiling, starving, dirty. And so close.
'We need to eat and wash', BANG! The moment was over. I'm the best kill- moment in the world, enter my curses, boys and girls.
'Yeah', he slowly turned to house, he was sad, fuck! 'I'll do the food. Go and wash yourself. What a shame you look so dirty.'
He mocked and we were friends again. How often does it have to happen?
#### #### ####
An unexpected gift was waiting for us: a letter from Harry. He wrote that his car hurt and Sirius decided immediately to send and owl (or other colourful bird) to Dumbledore. We didn't know exactly what it meant. Scars usually don't hurt, but that was a special scar, given by Voldemort.
Sirius also decided to write Dumbledore about our meeting, well, it was a good idea, headmaster had to know there are more people in the world able to help, willing to help.
It went like that:
"And by the way, imagine who paid me a visit? Good, old Clara Fogg. She found out the truth, would you believe? And she told me she saw you that spring. She did good work interrupting the dementors, she don't like them either. We are going back to England, together. I'm looking for a safe place to live in, because we can't stay at Clara's, what would people say at a hippogriff in the flat in the middle of Muggle London. We will contact you later."
And so on. Sirius was a talkative person and could write thousands of words in one letter, chatting or so. I had to take it from him, because he would write there everything. He almost wrote a novel to Harry about a fact that he can't write about his hiding.
We (OK, Sirius) decided to go next night. We needed about a week of nights to reach London area. We could fly only by night, people aren't familiar with the hippogriffs flying around. We packed the little amount of things we had into my bag and transformed it into a wallet. Smaller and more comfortable. Then Sirius untied Buckbeack and helped me to sat on its back. Then he gave the very last sight to his first home since ages and placed himself in front of me. I put my arms around him, I didn't want to fall. That stupid git purred like a cat and said.
'You can hold me tighter if you like. I don't mind.'
'I can even strangle you, if you like. Watch the way.'
'I know you really want it.'
'You're right, I am considering suffocating you very intensively, right now.'
'Yeah, of course' he mocked. 'Hold me, 'cause we're turning round.'
'I am.' he turned Buckbeack and I almost fell, and had to tighten the grip, arms on his chest, cheek on his shoulder.
'Really? I told you to hold mmmmme. You have to listen, babe.'
Now I think I really hate him.
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Yeah, that's all for now, I have o think about the next. (Sob) I have to go to school. (Sob).
I hope you will review! I hope my computer will work. I hope you enjoyed.