Chapter 3
She fell flat on her face and the weird object in her hand went flying and skidded to a halt about ten feet in front of her. She turned around and saw a cat staring her in the face. She stared angrily into the cat's eyes and the cat stared back evilly. She gave it a good, swift kick in the ribs. The cat went flying and skidded to a halt right by the weird thing she had found at the joke shop; unfortunately, Filch was also standing right by where the weird thing from the joke shop.
"Who are you?" asked Filch with a nasty frown own his face as he bent down to pick up his cat. "Well , I used to be Hermione, but I'm not sure if I still am. Ummm, I'm a bit confused right now... I'm not quite sure exactly at the moment. ummm.. Can I get back to you on that?" answered Hermione (without really answering). "I think we might need to jog your memory a little bit," Filch as he started to walk towards her menacingly. 'Is he still aloud to beat people?' thought Hermione, worrying. She stumbled backwards and slowly backed away from the ominous figure coming towards her. All of the sudden she was surprised by a loud popping noise behind Filch and an extremely bright flash of blinding light. Hermione felt herself being jerked backwards into darkness. She felt hands slip over her mouth to where she couldn't scream if she tried. With her eyes wide she frantically looked around to try and get a glimpse of her captor, but in the dark it was hopeless. As her eyes adjusted to the light she saw a second person moving around in the darkness. The person reached out their hand and slowly pulled back a curtain that Hermione had earlier mistaken for a wall. Light was coming from beyond the curtain and she could see the hallway she had been in moments before. The person holding open the curtain whispered "Ok, it's all clear," Hermione focused her attention on him. He looked to be about seventeen and the back of his head was covered in a thick coat of black hair that stuck out at many odd angles. The boy turned around and Hermione gasped (well, as much as she could gasp with the hand over her mouth). Standing in front of her was someone who looked uncannily like her best friend, Harry. She felt the hands of the first person slip quietly off her face. As she turned around she immediately recognized her captor. His eyes were sparkling a little more, and his features were definitely younger than she was used to, but there was no mistaking that the person she was sitting next to was Sirius Black, Harry's godfather.
*Yay!! Another chapter:) I know that I haven't exactly been the best about keeping up with this story, and I'm sorry, but I really have been busy. Thank you to all who reviewed, because that really does encourage me to write more. Please, please, please review if you haven't already. That would be really great. Thanks:)
She fell flat on her face and the weird object in her hand went flying and skidded to a halt about ten feet in front of her. She turned around and saw a cat staring her in the face. She stared angrily into the cat's eyes and the cat stared back evilly. She gave it a good, swift kick in the ribs. The cat went flying and skidded to a halt right by the weird thing she had found at the joke shop; unfortunately, Filch was also standing right by where the weird thing from the joke shop.
"Who are you?" asked Filch with a nasty frown own his face as he bent down to pick up his cat. "Well , I used to be Hermione, but I'm not sure if I still am. Ummm, I'm a bit confused right now... I'm not quite sure exactly at the moment. ummm.. Can I get back to you on that?" answered Hermione (without really answering). "I think we might need to jog your memory a little bit," Filch as he started to walk towards her menacingly. 'Is he still aloud to beat people?' thought Hermione, worrying. She stumbled backwards and slowly backed away from the ominous figure coming towards her. All of the sudden she was surprised by a loud popping noise behind Filch and an extremely bright flash of blinding light. Hermione felt herself being jerked backwards into darkness. She felt hands slip over her mouth to where she couldn't scream if she tried. With her eyes wide she frantically looked around to try and get a glimpse of her captor, but in the dark it was hopeless. As her eyes adjusted to the light she saw a second person moving around in the darkness. The person reached out their hand and slowly pulled back a curtain that Hermione had earlier mistaken for a wall. Light was coming from beyond the curtain and she could see the hallway she had been in moments before. The person holding open the curtain whispered "Ok, it's all clear," Hermione focused her attention on him. He looked to be about seventeen and the back of his head was covered in a thick coat of black hair that stuck out at many odd angles. The boy turned around and Hermione gasped (well, as much as she could gasp with the hand over her mouth). Standing in front of her was someone who looked uncannily like her best friend, Harry. She felt the hands of the first person slip quietly off her face. As she turned around she immediately recognized her captor. His eyes were sparkling a little more, and his features were definitely younger than she was used to, but there was no mistaking that the person she was sitting next to was Sirius Black, Harry's godfather.
*Yay!! Another chapter:) I know that I haven't exactly been the best about keeping up with this story, and I'm sorry, but I really have been busy. Thank you to all who reviewed, because that really does encourage me to write more. Please, please, please review if you haven't already. That would be really great. Thanks:)