I don't usually respond to my reviews, except for thanks, I know. But, to this one reviewer, I have to make something clear (though I will not say his/her name to be polite).
If you remember from my disclaimer I state: "My interpretation of the characters is my own and may NOT co-inside with the series..." And as true as your points were, I must remind you that I already stated that this might not go along with the series, and I I feel that I must remind you that (and I say this as polite as possible) it is JUST a story.
I have a question for you, though. You said that I spelled Slitherin wrong, but when I just checked it, it was spelled right. I only put it once in this story, so I don't know what you were reading, but it is spelled right.
Thank you for reading this and liking it, though. And I would like for you to continue reading this, but I just though I'd bring that up.
Thanks to all of those who've read and reviewed it so far and I hope you enjoy what's going to happen next.
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This part of the story begins to explain what I think happened to Sirius after he fell through the black curtain at the Ministry of Magic (Because, that's NO way to die!). I thought it was a creative idea, so tell me if you like it or not.
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THE BLACK HAWK
Harry nodded at her. He knew that she was right. He was beginning to feel uncomfortable and looked around the room at all of her magical items. This was the first time, however, that he had noticed that there was, what looked to be, a big cage that was covered in a black sheet. "What's this, Professor?" She got up and walked over to the birdcage. She pulled the sheet off of it to reveal a large, black hawk that was sleeping soundly with its back turned toward them. "Wow!" Harry said, breathlessly.
"I found him with a broken wing a couple of months ago, so I decided to nurse him back to health, with Hagrid's help, of course. But, now it doesn't seem like he wants to leave. I think he's become accustomed to the way I've been taking care of him." She chuckled slightly.
"He's amazing!"
"Yes, I know. He's bigger than he should be, though. It looks like some wizard got a hold of him and tried to use and Engorgement Charm on him that didn't work too well. Of course, he could just be big for his kind; that's been known to happen." The hawk ruffled his feathers as he noticed that the sheet had been removed from the cage. He opened his eyes and turned toward them. It let out a small screech and ruffled its feathers again.
"Are you going to keep him?"
"I don't think I really have a choice. He really likes me." She unlatched the door to the cage and the hawk jumped from his perch to the open cage door. He waited for a moment as if he wasn't sure he was allowed to exit the cage. "I let him out to hunt every day, but he always comes back. I've never known a hawk to do that." She held out a bare arm for the bird to climb onto, which it quickly did. It seemed to make sure that it didn't dig its talons into her bare skin, then it ruffled its feathers again and flapped its wings to stretch.
"Wow!" Harry said again which made Professor Bronte laugh slightly.
"I have an idea, I'm not sure if I would be able to take care of him after classes end, so, would you want to take him?" Harry's eyes went wide.
"I would love to! But, I already have Hedwig and she already gets jealous enough as it is." She lowered her head in disappointment. The hawk flapped his wings again and took off, gliding over to her desk, landing on the letter she had been working on before Harry had came to visit. There, he started to preen himself; that made the both of them laugh.
"That's all right, Harry. I'm sure I can convince him that he can go free some how."
"Why can't you take care of him?"
"Because, I am staying in my father's home and bird's aren't very welcome there. The bats tend to eat them whenever they get a hold of them." Harry stared as the hawk tidied his feathers. It didn't look as though it would be eaten by a bat, but he wasn't sure how big bats were where she lived. He kept staring it, finally noticing that it was struggling with something.
"Is he okay?" He asked. Professor Bronte knelt down to look at the bird to see that it was trying to pull something out of its wing. The hawk kept pulling at what looked to be a feather, but with one swift tug pulled something out of its wing. It dropped it onto the letter. She and Harry looked closely at what the hawk had dropped onto her desk. Professor Bronte carefully picked the small item up as the hawk took off toward the cage. She quickly rubbed the dirt and grim off of whatever it was on her robes to see that it was a ring. Her eyes went wide in shock and she collapsed onto her chair, dropping the ring back onto her desk.
"Oh, my God!" She said, breathlessly while Harry looked at it with confusion.
"How…" He trailed off, trying to figure out how the hawk could have pulled a ring out of its wing. He then looked at Professor Bronte would looked as though she was ready to cry again. "Are you all right?"
She picked up the ring again and twirled it in her fingers. It was a golden ring with a small, but elegant-looking emerald that stood in the middle and three small diamonds sat on each side of the band. Harry was about to ask her again if she was all right, but she began to speak before he could ask. "How in the world?"
