Chapter1: Shadows of the night
Eltanin found herself in a semi-dark town with lights only in bar windows. She glance at the road to Hogwarts. It did not look friendly by night. She walked at a brisk pace allowing herself time to think as she looked up at the stars.
A sudden howl pierced the night sending shivers down her spine. Judging buy the moon it had to be a werewolf. She sped up her pace, glancing at the trees around her. Her mind off the ground she tripped over a root and skimmed her leg over a rather sharp rock.
Eltanin looked at her leg, there was little blood but it was still there. She winced standing up and looked around cautiously. Hearing nothing she did what she always did when she was nervous, sing. The eerie darkness around her reminded her of a song by a muggle artist she liked. With a weak voice she started to calm herself through song.
"We're running with the shadows of the night
So baby take my hand it'll be alright
Surrender all your dreams to me tonight
They'll come true in the end."
She took a deep breath and started a little louder, "You said old girl it's a cold world when you keep it all to yourself
I said you can't hide on the inside all the pain you've ever felt
Run to my heart and baby don't look back
Cuz' we've got nobody else." A cold howl pierced the night. She jumped and walked a little faster.
"We're running with the shadows of the night
So baby take my hand it'll be alright
Surrender all your dreams to me tonight
They'll come true in the end." A dark shadow bounded out onto the path in front of her. Golden eyes gleamed menacingly as the shadow bounded towards her. It pounced and looked about ready to kill her. She stared calmly at it as it snarled.
She smiled, "whatever you do wolf, make sure I'm dead when you leave."
The wolf backed off as though he understood and looked questioningly at her. At that moment two more figures broke out onto the road. One, a white stag, stepped in between Eltanin and the wolf, while the other looked Eltanin over making sure she was okay.
She stood up again only barely noticing the deep scratches on her arm due to the werewolf's tackle. "Good day to die," she said brushing herself off and petting the Grim in front of her. Silent communication between the animals did not go unnoticed by the bleeding girl. The stag prodded the wolf back into the forest and Eltanin set off again with the grim following her.
"What?" she smiled back at the large black dog, "you're still waiting for me to be killed? Well sorry to say I don't think anything's going to pop out of the forest and take me down." At that moment an odd rat appeared in her path. She stepped on its tail and tripped.
The dog smirked as she groaned from the ground, "You did that to spite me!"
She sat up and pulled a pack of cigarettes out of her torn muddy robes. Lighting one with her wand she took a long drag and glared at the dog.
She calmly continued her way up to the school with a grim like dog on her tail. She approached the school in a manner befitting one who is approaching their new home in Azkaban. The grim pushed her along with a small nudge. She scowled at the irony.
As soon as they got into the castle the grim started to lead her in one direction by pulling at her robes gently.
"No," she stated harshly, "I'm not going to the hospital wing nor am I going to let you lead me into more trouble."
She stomped up the stairs with the grim reluctantly following her. After her third flight of stairs she was looking the worse for wears. The grim pulled her arm one way and this time she followed. She stopped to examine an odd tapestry that in the darkness she concluded it had something to do with violence and ballet. The dog walked behind her three times the last time she spun around about to yell at him until she saw the door.
It was an inviting door to say the least. She never understood why but it seemed like a door she wanted to go through. Cautiously opening it she found a small bedroom. A few healing potions and some books where in the bedside table and the bed itself looked like her old one. Satin black pillows with a dragon embroidered on the edge, her quilt in all its dark dragon covered glory and her one stuffed animal. It was like a miniature version of the grim standing in what she now identified as her room.
Her room. The thoughts about the possibility of this actually being her room where not promising. She sat one her bed and let out a strangled sob. The lights dimmed as the grim in front of her changed into a man. He hugged her. Confused as she was she hugged back, gripping him as though he was the only thing keeping her on earth.
As soon as she let go he turned around sufficiently hiding his face. Fumbling with the jar of a healing potion he spoke.
"Lay down." It wasn't much of command more of a request. His voice, she thought, was calm, proud, and was smoother and more satisfying than homemade peach yogurt, which was saying something coming from her.
The man, which she could now tell was about her age, smeared some balms on her wounds before muttering a few healing charms. She felt better almost instantly, not only due to the charms, but also to the close proximity of the stranger. His breath was hot against her neck as he leaned in to check for concussions. Her heart beat faster as she dared to make a move.
She turned her head sharply to catch the stranger's lips in a chaste kiss. Breaking apart the stranger backed into the only true dark spot in the room, on her bed right next to the wall. It was the only place untouched by the light of the low laying fire. His actions showed her that he did not want to be seen and she obliged by closing her eyes.
"I don't know what came over me," she explained.
The voice chuckled. " I know that none can resist my charms, M'lady," he bantered playfully. He raised a hand to touch her cheek, "you must belong in the heavens." The awe in his voice amazed her.
She laughed, " You could say that. My names Eltanin."
"Ah. That explains it, well Drake do you think the sky could spare you for a night?"
He was charming, that she had to admit. And intelligent she thought at the reference to her name. She wished he wanted her to see him; He was probably just perfect.
A kiss interrupted her thoughts. It was strong, like his voice. Passion over took her as she pushed herself closer to him. He pulled away only to kiss her neck.
"You know Dog, I think I like you."
His mouth moved up her jaw line before contently sucking on her lip. A few moments later they broke apart.
"You should get some rest Drake," he said in a somewhat forceful tone.
She pouted, "You don't like what we're doing?"
His voice sounded almost appalled at the thought, "of coarse not! Honestly, I wanted to snog with you since the first moment I saw you. But you should get some rest and I have class tomorrow." He turned to leave.
"Stay," she said in her most commanding voice.
"Why should I?"
"I don't feel safe all alone," she stated plainly. "Will you stay till I fall asleep?"
She could tell he was smiling, "Sure. Now why don't you sing some more of that song I heard in the forest?"
"You heard that?" without waiting for a reply she hummed the chorus before singing it,
"We're running with the shadows of the night
So baby take my hand it'll be alright
Surrender all your dreams to me tonight
They'll come true in the end
"And now the hands are tellin stand here still
Midnight Angel won't you say you will"
"We're running with the shadows of the night," she paused and yawned lying down as she softly sang the next few lines.
"So baby take my hand it'll be alright
Surrender all your dreams to me tonight
They'll come true in the end," with that she sank into dreams of her own. He kissed her lightly on the forehead before heading out into the dark hallways.
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AN: well there you have it my over-romanticizing needs not be questioned, it just is. This is a Sirius Black romance story remember. I love Sirius; yep that's what I'm sticking to. I wouldn't mind reviews and ideas.
The song is 'shadows of the night' by Pat Benatar and I claim no rights to it. Yes corny as it is in combination with my work I still love it and I originally put it in because it fits a logical timeline as the song was out in '81 and I think it's about '82 or '83 here.
Eltanin found herself in a semi-dark town with lights only in bar windows. She glance at the road to Hogwarts. It did not look friendly by night. She walked at a brisk pace allowing herself time to think as she looked up at the stars.
A sudden howl pierced the night sending shivers down her spine. Judging buy the moon it had to be a werewolf. She sped up her pace, glancing at the trees around her. Her mind off the ground she tripped over a root and skimmed her leg over a rather sharp rock.
Eltanin looked at her leg, there was little blood but it was still there. She winced standing up and looked around cautiously. Hearing nothing she did what she always did when she was nervous, sing. The eerie darkness around her reminded her of a song by a muggle artist she liked. With a weak voice she started to calm herself through song.
"We're running with the shadows of the night
So baby take my hand it'll be alright
Surrender all your dreams to me tonight
They'll come true in the end."
She took a deep breath and started a little louder, "You said old girl it's a cold world when you keep it all to yourself
I said you can't hide on the inside all the pain you've ever felt
Run to my heart and baby don't look back
Cuz' we've got nobody else." A cold howl pierced the night. She jumped and walked a little faster.
"We're running with the shadows of the night
So baby take my hand it'll be alright
Surrender all your dreams to me tonight
They'll come true in the end." A dark shadow bounded out onto the path in front of her. Golden eyes gleamed menacingly as the shadow bounded towards her. It pounced and looked about ready to kill her. She stared calmly at it as it snarled.
She smiled, "whatever you do wolf, make sure I'm dead when you leave."
The wolf backed off as though he understood and looked questioningly at her. At that moment two more figures broke out onto the road. One, a white stag, stepped in between Eltanin and the wolf, while the other looked Eltanin over making sure she was okay.
She stood up again only barely noticing the deep scratches on her arm due to the werewolf's tackle. "Good day to die," she said brushing herself off and petting the Grim in front of her. Silent communication between the animals did not go unnoticed by the bleeding girl. The stag prodded the wolf back into the forest and Eltanin set off again with the grim following her.
"What?" she smiled back at the large black dog, "you're still waiting for me to be killed? Well sorry to say I don't think anything's going to pop out of the forest and take me down." At that moment an odd rat appeared in her path. She stepped on its tail and tripped.
The dog smirked as she groaned from the ground, "You did that to spite me!"
She sat up and pulled a pack of cigarettes out of her torn muddy robes. Lighting one with her wand she took a long drag and glared at the dog.
She calmly continued her way up to the school with a grim like dog on her tail. She approached the school in a manner befitting one who is approaching their new home in Azkaban. The grim pushed her along with a small nudge. She scowled at the irony.
As soon as they got into the castle the grim started to lead her in one direction by pulling at her robes gently.
"No," she stated harshly, "I'm not going to the hospital wing nor am I going to let you lead me into more trouble."
She stomped up the stairs with the grim reluctantly following her. After her third flight of stairs she was looking the worse for wears. The grim pulled her arm one way and this time she followed. She stopped to examine an odd tapestry that in the darkness she concluded it had something to do with violence and ballet. The dog walked behind her three times the last time she spun around about to yell at him until she saw the door.
It was an inviting door to say the least. She never understood why but it seemed like a door she wanted to go through. Cautiously opening it she found a small bedroom. A few healing potions and some books where in the bedside table and the bed itself looked like her old one. Satin black pillows with a dragon embroidered on the edge, her quilt in all its dark dragon covered glory and her one stuffed animal. It was like a miniature version of the grim standing in what she now identified as her room.
Her room. The thoughts about the possibility of this actually being her room where not promising. She sat one her bed and let out a strangled sob. The lights dimmed as the grim in front of her changed into a man. He hugged her. Confused as she was she hugged back, gripping him as though he was the only thing keeping her on earth.
As soon as she let go he turned around sufficiently hiding his face. Fumbling with the jar of a healing potion he spoke.
"Lay down." It wasn't much of command more of a request. His voice, she thought, was calm, proud, and was smoother and more satisfying than homemade peach yogurt, which was saying something coming from her.
The man, which she could now tell was about her age, smeared some balms on her wounds before muttering a few healing charms. She felt better almost instantly, not only due to the charms, but also to the close proximity of the stranger. His breath was hot against her neck as he leaned in to check for concussions. Her heart beat faster as she dared to make a move.
She turned her head sharply to catch the stranger's lips in a chaste kiss. Breaking apart the stranger backed into the only true dark spot in the room, on her bed right next to the wall. It was the only place untouched by the light of the low laying fire. His actions showed her that he did not want to be seen and she obliged by closing her eyes.
"I don't know what came over me," she explained.
The voice chuckled. " I know that none can resist my charms, M'lady," he bantered playfully. He raised a hand to touch her cheek, "you must belong in the heavens." The awe in his voice amazed her.
She laughed, " You could say that. My names Eltanin."
"Ah. That explains it, well Drake do you think the sky could spare you for a night?"
He was charming, that she had to admit. And intelligent she thought at the reference to her name. She wished he wanted her to see him; He was probably just perfect.
A kiss interrupted her thoughts. It was strong, like his voice. Passion over took her as she pushed herself closer to him. He pulled away only to kiss her neck.
"You know Dog, I think I like you."
His mouth moved up her jaw line before contently sucking on her lip. A few moments later they broke apart.
"You should get some rest Drake," he said in a somewhat forceful tone.
She pouted, "You don't like what we're doing?"
His voice sounded almost appalled at the thought, "of coarse not! Honestly, I wanted to snog with you since the first moment I saw you. But you should get some rest and I have class tomorrow." He turned to leave.
"Stay," she said in her most commanding voice.
"Why should I?"
"I don't feel safe all alone," she stated plainly. "Will you stay till I fall asleep?"
She could tell he was smiling, "Sure. Now why don't you sing some more of that song I heard in the forest?"
"You heard that?" without waiting for a reply she hummed the chorus before singing it,
"We're running with the shadows of the night
So baby take my hand it'll be alright
Surrender all your dreams to me tonight
They'll come true in the end
"And now the hands are tellin stand here still
Midnight Angel won't you say you will"
"We're running with the shadows of the night," she paused and yawned lying down as she softly sang the next few lines.
"So baby take my hand it'll be alright
Surrender all your dreams to me tonight
They'll come true in the end," with that she sank into dreams of her own. He kissed her lightly on the forehead before heading out into the dark hallways.
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AN: well there you have it my over-romanticizing needs not be questioned, it just is. This is a Sirius Black romance story remember. I love Sirius; yep that's what I'm sticking to. I wouldn't mind reviews and ideas.
The song is 'shadows of the night' by Pat Benatar and I claim no rights to it. Yes corny as it is in combination with my work I still love it and I originally put it in because it fits a logical timeline as the song was out in '81 and I think it's about '82 or '83 here.