After a late breakfast James and Peter (who had recently arrived at the
Potters) decided to spend the day outside.
"No thanks," Sirius chided them as he made his way back upstairs to James bedroom. He'd been feeling a bit off all morning. He made his way to the bed that Mr. Potter had conjured for him. He lay back running his hands through his hair, staring at the various quidditch posters that hung in James's room. Since Peter had arrived a few days back, Sirius and James had been sharing this room. Sirius let out a sigh, earlier he'd been sure that he'd heard Lily calling out to him. It had even got to the point where he'd sworn he'd felt her soft hand upon his cheek. Ever since a weight had settled in his stomach, and an odd feeling had overcome him. There was no way Lily could have been there, she hated to fly, and if she had flown, he knew she didn't know exactly where James's house was, and that also didn't explain why he couldn't see her. Lily's house also wasn't hooked up to the Floo Network; Sirius had checked that out back when they were in school, when they had first started discussing their summer away from each other. Lily also wasn't old enough to Aparate yet, she lay their baffled. Obviously he'd imagined it, it had been over two weeks since he'd seen her.
Suddenly Hexer, James's tawny owl soared in through the window interrupting Sirius's thoughts. He smiled broadly as he looked at Hexer's leg as he landed on his perch. His face knotted with misunderstanding when he couldn't find a reply.
"Hexer?" Sirius questioned the owl, who hooted softly in reply. No reply from Lily? She always replied, she never sent Hexer back with out a reply. Maybe she was busy, he explained to himself. He paused and frowned, to busy for me. He flung himself back on the bed moodily, staring up at Meredio Flugus Britain's Quidditch seeker, who was zooming around his poster happily.
A week passed with no word from Lily. Sirius had sent out Hexer with a second letter, but Hexer came back with his letter still intact. Had something happened to her? Sirius began to get worried, he even had stopped eating, and Mrs. Potter was catching on. Sirius was alone in the living room one night gazing into the fire when it suddenly hit him; maybe this had to do with her gift, but what if she needed him? How would he ever know? The idea he'd been thinking about all week now seemed appropriate, even though he was supposed to wait for James. Making a decision, he grabbed a pinch of floo powder and stepped into the fireplace,
"Diagon Alley!" he cried and cast the silky powder into the flames. The familiar feeling of being pulled at hit Sirius. The world whizzed by him loudly. Finally he was shot out of the fireplace at the Leaky Cauldron in Diagon Alley. He brushed the soot off his close, said hello to Tom the Bartender and made his way out into the streets of London. He wasn't sure if he was heading in the right direction but he made his way east, down the long streets. Finally he saw what he was looking for; a lone telephone booth, fully intact with a pink receiver. He dialed the numbers he'd heard his mother talk about.
"Hello welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please state you're name and your business," a cheerful witch said.
"Sirius Black, Apparition testing," Sirius said coolly.
"Thank-You please take this badge and enjoy you're stay,"
A yellow badge bearing the name Sirius Black, with the words, Apparition testing, shot out of the phone as the floor began to open up, sucking Sirius down with it.
Once in the main lobby, he stopped (as the witch had instructed him too) at the wand check. A grumpy old wizard swiped Sirius's wand out of his hand, looked it over carefully, and then gave it back. Sirius made his way to the third floor via the elevator, and marched into the apparition testing ward, hoping that James wouldn't be too mad. Sirius had decided to pass his test so that he could visit Lily to make sure things were okay. He didn't have time to wait until the end of July when James would turn seventeen.
"Date of Birth?" a small witch asked looking up at him impatiently.
"May 3rd 1972" Sirius recited.
The witch smiled up at him and pointed him towards an empty office,
"Just wait in there the Professor will be with you shortly,"
Sirius went into the room and shut the door. He glanced around the painfully white room and read the advertisements that littered the walls.
"Good Afternoon Mr. Black," Professor Dumbledore said walking in.
"Professor Dumbledore?" Sirius was shocked.
"Yes, I am here to test your aparating ability Sirius, now please if you would fallow me."
Sirius gulped and followed his Headmaster.
Sirius walked out on the streets of London, happily clutching his certificate. Deciding to use his new ability, he thought hard about The Potter's Living room, willing himself to be there and sure enough with a loud crack, he was standing inside the homey room.
"Sirius?" James called out, he walked into the room, "There you are, where were you?"
"Out for a walk," Sirius lied.
"Are you feeling alright?" Peter, who had followed James asked.
"Nah, I'm feeling a bit queasy, I think I will head to bed," Sirius muttered rushing past his two friends and upstairs to James room. He shut the door.
"Sirius,"
"WHAT?" Sirius yelled.
Nobody answered. He sighed got up, opened the door and peered down the stairs. Nobody.
He retreated down the stairs,
"Sirius,"
"What?" he questioned, "James?"
Movement from the kitchen caught his eye.
"James were you calling me?" Sirius asked as he spotted James and Peter playing wizards chess on the kitchen table.
"I thought you went up to bed," James asked pushing his queen towards Peter's Rook who quivered as the Queen raised her sword.
"I did, I just thought somebody called me," Sirius said.
James looked up at him ignoring the crash as the Queen killed the Rook, "Sirius, you don't look to good, nobody said anything,"
Sirius stared at James for a few more seconds and then retreated back to James's room.
He sighed as he entered again, throwing himself down on the bed.
"Sirius,"
Sirius growled sitting up wildly.
"Sirius, I need you," The voice whispered, "Where are you?"
A hand touched his leg, caressed his face, brushed his lips with theirs, and yet nobody was in front of him. He reached out hoping to feel somebody, but found nothing.
"Sirius, please, find me," Lily pleaded. It was her voice again. He closed his eyes willing himself to be with her, willing himself to be beside her, in her bedroom. With a loud crack Sirius opened his eyes and found himself in a pale blue room. He turned around. Lily was lying there on her bed, in a nightgown, reaching out, as if she was trying to touch something,
"Sirius," she whispered again.
"Lily!" he cried. Her eyes flew open. She sat up quickly.
"Sirius!" she shrieked. She was up and in his arms within seconds, "Oh, Sirius, how did you get here?" she asked.
"I passed my apparition test," he replied happily stroking her long red hair and staring into the green eyes that drove him crazy.
"I've missed you so much," Lily whispered looking into his dark eyes. She reached up and kissed his lips. His body responded instantly, but he needed to ask her why she hadn't replied to him weeks ago.
"Lily, didn't you reply to me?" he asked pulling away.
"Oh," she said biting her lip, "It's my father,"
"What about him?"
"He, doesn't think I should be seeing a wizard, he wants me to be what he considers normal, so he banned owls from coming or leaving the house,"
"I was so worried," Sirius breathed into her hair.
"Lily!" Her father bellowed. Lily's green eyes filled with shock,
"Sirius," she cried, as she heard her father make his way up the stair, "Hide, hurry before he sees you," she hissed. She stared at the door handle which had began to spin,
"Sirius!"
"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!" Her father bellowed walking into her room,"
"Daddy it's not what you think!" Lily cried.
"No thanks," Sirius chided them as he made his way back upstairs to James bedroom. He'd been feeling a bit off all morning. He made his way to the bed that Mr. Potter had conjured for him. He lay back running his hands through his hair, staring at the various quidditch posters that hung in James's room. Since Peter had arrived a few days back, Sirius and James had been sharing this room. Sirius let out a sigh, earlier he'd been sure that he'd heard Lily calling out to him. It had even got to the point where he'd sworn he'd felt her soft hand upon his cheek. Ever since a weight had settled in his stomach, and an odd feeling had overcome him. There was no way Lily could have been there, she hated to fly, and if she had flown, he knew she didn't know exactly where James's house was, and that also didn't explain why he couldn't see her. Lily's house also wasn't hooked up to the Floo Network; Sirius had checked that out back when they were in school, when they had first started discussing their summer away from each other. Lily also wasn't old enough to Aparate yet, she lay their baffled. Obviously he'd imagined it, it had been over two weeks since he'd seen her.
Suddenly Hexer, James's tawny owl soared in through the window interrupting Sirius's thoughts. He smiled broadly as he looked at Hexer's leg as he landed on his perch. His face knotted with misunderstanding when he couldn't find a reply.
"Hexer?" Sirius questioned the owl, who hooted softly in reply. No reply from Lily? She always replied, she never sent Hexer back with out a reply. Maybe she was busy, he explained to himself. He paused and frowned, to busy for me. He flung himself back on the bed moodily, staring up at Meredio Flugus Britain's Quidditch seeker, who was zooming around his poster happily.
A week passed with no word from Lily. Sirius had sent out Hexer with a second letter, but Hexer came back with his letter still intact. Had something happened to her? Sirius began to get worried, he even had stopped eating, and Mrs. Potter was catching on. Sirius was alone in the living room one night gazing into the fire when it suddenly hit him; maybe this had to do with her gift, but what if she needed him? How would he ever know? The idea he'd been thinking about all week now seemed appropriate, even though he was supposed to wait for James. Making a decision, he grabbed a pinch of floo powder and stepped into the fireplace,
"Diagon Alley!" he cried and cast the silky powder into the flames. The familiar feeling of being pulled at hit Sirius. The world whizzed by him loudly. Finally he was shot out of the fireplace at the Leaky Cauldron in Diagon Alley. He brushed the soot off his close, said hello to Tom the Bartender and made his way out into the streets of London. He wasn't sure if he was heading in the right direction but he made his way east, down the long streets. Finally he saw what he was looking for; a lone telephone booth, fully intact with a pink receiver. He dialed the numbers he'd heard his mother talk about.
"Hello welcome to the Ministry of Magic, please state you're name and your business," a cheerful witch said.
"Sirius Black, Apparition testing," Sirius said coolly.
"Thank-You please take this badge and enjoy you're stay,"
A yellow badge bearing the name Sirius Black, with the words, Apparition testing, shot out of the phone as the floor began to open up, sucking Sirius down with it.
Once in the main lobby, he stopped (as the witch had instructed him too) at the wand check. A grumpy old wizard swiped Sirius's wand out of his hand, looked it over carefully, and then gave it back. Sirius made his way to the third floor via the elevator, and marched into the apparition testing ward, hoping that James wouldn't be too mad. Sirius had decided to pass his test so that he could visit Lily to make sure things were okay. He didn't have time to wait until the end of July when James would turn seventeen.
"Date of Birth?" a small witch asked looking up at him impatiently.
"May 3rd 1972" Sirius recited.
The witch smiled up at him and pointed him towards an empty office,
"Just wait in there the Professor will be with you shortly,"
Sirius went into the room and shut the door. He glanced around the painfully white room and read the advertisements that littered the walls.
"Good Afternoon Mr. Black," Professor Dumbledore said walking in.
"Professor Dumbledore?" Sirius was shocked.
"Yes, I am here to test your aparating ability Sirius, now please if you would fallow me."
Sirius gulped and followed his Headmaster.
Sirius walked out on the streets of London, happily clutching his certificate. Deciding to use his new ability, he thought hard about The Potter's Living room, willing himself to be there and sure enough with a loud crack, he was standing inside the homey room.
"Sirius?" James called out, he walked into the room, "There you are, where were you?"
"Out for a walk," Sirius lied.
"Are you feeling alright?" Peter, who had followed James asked.
"Nah, I'm feeling a bit queasy, I think I will head to bed," Sirius muttered rushing past his two friends and upstairs to James room. He shut the door.
"Sirius,"
"WHAT?" Sirius yelled.
Nobody answered. He sighed got up, opened the door and peered down the stairs. Nobody.
He retreated down the stairs,
"Sirius,"
"What?" he questioned, "James?"
Movement from the kitchen caught his eye.
"James were you calling me?" Sirius asked as he spotted James and Peter playing wizards chess on the kitchen table.
"I thought you went up to bed," James asked pushing his queen towards Peter's Rook who quivered as the Queen raised her sword.
"I did, I just thought somebody called me," Sirius said.
James looked up at him ignoring the crash as the Queen killed the Rook, "Sirius, you don't look to good, nobody said anything,"
Sirius stared at James for a few more seconds and then retreated back to James's room.
He sighed as he entered again, throwing himself down on the bed.
"Sirius,"
Sirius growled sitting up wildly.
"Sirius, I need you," The voice whispered, "Where are you?"
A hand touched his leg, caressed his face, brushed his lips with theirs, and yet nobody was in front of him. He reached out hoping to feel somebody, but found nothing.
"Sirius, please, find me," Lily pleaded. It was her voice again. He closed his eyes willing himself to be with her, willing himself to be beside her, in her bedroom. With a loud crack Sirius opened his eyes and found himself in a pale blue room. He turned around. Lily was lying there on her bed, in a nightgown, reaching out, as if she was trying to touch something,
"Sirius," she whispered again.
"Lily!" he cried. Her eyes flew open. She sat up quickly.
"Sirius!" she shrieked. She was up and in his arms within seconds, "Oh, Sirius, how did you get here?" she asked.
"I passed my apparition test," he replied happily stroking her long red hair and staring into the green eyes that drove him crazy.
"I've missed you so much," Lily whispered looking into his dark eyes. She reached up and kissed his lips. His body responded instantly, but he needed to ask her why she hadn't replied to him weeks ago.
"Lily, didn't you reply to me?" he asked pulling away.
"Oh," she said biting her lip, "It's my father,"
"What about him?"
"He, doesn't think I should be seeing a wizard, he wants me to be what he considers normal, so he banned owls from coming or leaving the house,"
"I was so worried," Sirius breathed into her hair.
"Lily!" Her father bellowed. Lily's green eyes filled with shock,
"Sirius," she cried, as she heard her father make his way up the stair, "Hide, hurry before he sees you," she hissed. She stared at the door handle which had began to spin,
"Sirius!"
"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!" Her father bellowed walking into her room,"
"Daddy it's not what you think!" Lily cried.