A/n: I'm back, actually right now it's the same night and about five minutes since I posted the first chapter First Glances but by the time I post this chapter it will probably be much longer then that, because I am ... evil.
So Sirius and Lesley have something mutual. I can squash all of your dreams and hopes now, because I can tell you for a fact that there shall be no snogging for a while yet. I can't bare to hurry my characters along you know. I have to wait for the right ... moment if you will. But please, try to enjoy yourself for the time being.
Oh yeah, and I might as well get this across now... JK owns all of these characters (except for Lesley, she's ALL mine) and I own the storyline. Of course I don't get any money for it, I just write it to 'entertain my mind for a few hours' which, I must admit, is quite a crappie deal, but I'll get over it ... eventually.
Chapter 2: First years, Oh My!
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Sirius did not in fact get to sleep for eternity-he hardly got eight hours. Rolling out of bed he grumbled in protest as a hand prodded him and kept echoing his name. Opening his eyes, he tried to process his surroundings, finally settling down as he did so.
"What is it, James?" He said, tiredly. He was not in the mood for jokes, all he wanted was to sleep until lunchtime.
"If you don't get up your going to miss breakfast," The boy replied, as if it was some big important deal.
"I don't CARE..." Sirius replied, but James did not relent.
"Breakfast is the most important meal of the day," He persisted, poking harder at him.
"I like lunch better anyway."
"Oh come on, just get uuup!" James whined. Cursing under his breath Sirius complied, wondering what all the fuss was about. James wasn't the sort who would be whining about meals-but then again, this was breakfast they were talking about, and the guy always seemed to have some sort of obsession with the meal ... only one of many of his flaws.
So, with much more grumbling and rubbing of the eyes, forgetting about his hair, Sirius dressed down into his robes, carrying his black hat in one of his hands (arms flopping lazily at his sides). It was only when he walked into the Great Hall did he notice that his hair was wilder than usual, though it would take a lot to make him care.
Passing by his sister (who sat at the Slytherin table, of course) he tried to ignore her when Narcissa sneered, "Bad hair day, Black?" and found it oddly enough, very simple to do. Moving swiftly over to his own house table, Sirius plopped down in the middle of James and Remus (Peter sitting next to him) and found himself ravenously hungry.
Filling his plate with bacon, sausages, biscuits, and gravy he tried to remain civilized as he pounced on his food, only stopping to breathe when he took a sip or two out of his glass of pumpkin juice. All in all Sirius thought it had been quite a good meal.
Finishing off his plate, he stared across the room, soaking in the sights. Dumbledore seemed to be in a very serious conversation with Minerva McGonagall, while Professor Binns hovered around, looking longingly at the food and rambling on about what a pain Peeves was to the Charms professor, Flitwick (who, by the expression on his face, seemed to wholeheartedly agree). Letting his eyes travel elsewhere, he was surprised when his gaze was met with a pair of brown eyes. Feminine brown eyes, with soft black eyelashes that framed her eyes nicely, attractively. She seemed to be done with her breakfast, because she was leaning against the wall separating the Great Hall from other corridors, wearing her black hat which just made her look more mysterious. Chestnut hair (with bangs that swooped over to one side, also hiding her face) that fell to her shoulders moved slightly as she quickly turned away.
The feeling left in Sirius's stomach was so hard to explain that he knew he wasn't likely to even try to anyone ... no one. It wasn't one that made him feel like he was sick, more of a mix of anxiety and a feeling of being excited, light at heart yet it sinking low at the same time. Quite a feeling he was not very used to.
Quick to avert his eyes as well, he started in on James's conversation about how, as soon as he had learned how to, he would test out that leg-binding spell on the first Slytherin he could point his wand at. Only glancing back at the girl once more, he wanted to frown when he saw her laughing along with the blonde who couldn't be thought as anyone but Lucius Malfoy. Though his frown would not show, the lurching in his stomach was sure there, even though he had just finished eating minutes before. It followed him for the rest of the day.
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She couldn't believe what she had done! She had literally stared at him until he had met her gaze, she had made herself out to be a git, she had made a fool of herself. But Lesley couldn't help it. "It's an infatuation, that's all," she tried to assure herself in hushed words, trying to make herself feel better. It was hardly a surprise when it didn't help at all. "Your a first year, your too young to have those feelings, you need to think about your studies, not some guy with great hair and beautiful eyes ... nice eyes, they aren't beautiful, hell, their not even nice!" she scolded herself, burrowing her face deeper into her book, trying to keep her attention on History Through the Ages, but having an extremely hard time doing it.
Cursing herself she got up from the Slytherin Common Room chair, closing the book and deciding it would be wise not to be very late to her last class on her first day, as it would be a hassle all in itself to find her way there, let alone being prepared.
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"Kind of you for joining us," The potions professor remarked sarcastically when Lesley had stumbled into the dungeon.
"I'm- sorry-just got- a little-lost," She said, breathlessly, she had ran the whole way, not to mention retraced her steps several times.
The man rolled his eyes, but scratching his brown beard lightly had muttered something to the effect of, "Quite all right," though she had a feeling that she had gotten off so easily only because he was her head of house. She couldn't bring herself to think that he had actually done it because, well, it had been the fair thing to do. He just didn't seem the type.
"I suspect that hardly any one of you, insolent, snobbish pupils actually respect the aspect of potions, though I hardly expect less. What with you being so young and narrow minded, it probably hasn't even crossed your thick minds that potions happens to be magic in itself..." Lesley couldn't keep her mind from wandering as he continued with his 'speech,' he was quite quick to judge, she thought to herself.
"Some," he eyed Lesley at this, "will never understand potions, though it shall be my attempt to teach you enough to where you can do at least the basics," he was still glaring at her, as if she were who he was talking about. She couldn't help it, her hand shot up...
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Sirius looked down at his dinner, not finding himself hungry in the least. It had only been his first day but he felt as if he had already screwed everything up. First he had turned up twenty minutes late to Transfiguration class, which got him only a stern look from the professor (McGonagall), though it still made him feel like an idiot. Then in charms his ink bottle fell off of his desk, causing the poor little wizard Flitwick to stop for a whole five minutes to clean it up (getting down from all of those books was easier said then done). And finally he hadn't even showed up for History of Magic, as he didn't find the need for it took him the entire period to figure out where the classroom was.
"Yep, I've screwed it up big time," he admitted. Then there was that whole Riddle bisness. He'd be seeing her on Wednesdays and Fridays, for both double classes of History of Magic and flying classes (which he was looking forward too, though the thought of being up in the air made him feel a bit queasy) with the Slytherins. Indeed it was going to be quite a first year for him. He had thought it had been a miracle that he had lasted one whole day, let alone the whole year.
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"I can't believe you did that," Malfoy said, jealousy apparent in his voice.
"Did what?" Lesley asked innocently.
"Got detention on your first day, duh." He said, rolling his eyes.
"Oh, that, well I just can't stand it when teachers do that." Lesley said, lazily, as if it didn't matter one bit.
"Do what?" Lucius asked, now a bit more interested.
"Singling out students as if they are supposed to know everything. Gits, the whole lot of them." She replied, casually, grabbing her bags.
"Where are you going?" Lucius asked, raising his eyebrows.
"I'm not too hungry and it seems as though I have detention, thanks for reminding me," She said, sarcastically.
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"Ah, Ms. Riddle. I find it most appalling that one of my very own house managed to wiggle their way into detention on their first day," He paused for effect, just making Lesley roll her eyes angrily, thinking, men.
"Oh please continue with your speech, professor Harlin." She said, her voice full of all the venom she could muster.
His face turned cold, "I have a mind to take points, Riddle," he clucked, warningly, but she only waved her hand as though it mattered even less to her.
"Go ahead, my first day has already started out spectacular, why not make it official?" She asked, crossing her arms and standing right in front of the professor, glaring at him though he was still a good four feet taller than her.
"I can see already that these are going to be quite the seven years,"
"Wow, your smarter then I would've expected,"
"5 points from Slytherin."
"Oh goody,"
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Sirius could hardly imagine how his first year could already be going so badly. It was only now nearing the end of October and already he had managed to make almost every one of his days a living hell. Sure he had pranks to look forward to, but they weren't all that interesting, considering that no one really knew how to do anything yet, anything to make Slytherins miserable-and he always was nervous that some prank done would get done to Riddle. He didn't want that. Yet, he found himself once again in the middle when Halloween vacation (one week of blissful freedom), his worst fear showing itself.
"Padfoot, this is so cool, you've gotta see this!" James had nearly shouted in his excitement, taking out his wand, eyes gleaming. Sirius put on his 'I'm too cool for that shit' face,
"What is it now, James? Found a way to jinx an everlasting gobstopper?" He asked, lazily, letting his hair cover some of his eyes, it's length not quite reaching his shoulders. Fixing his gray eyes on James, his smirk erased immediately.
"No, no, Sirius, forget leg-binding spells. I've found a body-binding spell, oh come on, I'll show you," James said in hurried whispers, pointing to the hall, where an unsuspecting girl was walking slowly on the marble floor, not paying any mind to them, probably not even seeing them.
"No, James, don't-" Sirius didn't get to finish, for James had already muttered, "Locomotor Mortis!" and sent it flying the girl's way.
Something must have gotten mixed up on the way there, for it didn't have the effect it was supposed to. Ropes appeared out of nowhere, wrapping around her ankles and hands, around her mouth and tying in the back. James's smile immediately vanished and he whispered to Sirius that they should get out of there, but he was rooted to the spot.
"What the hell did you do?" Sirius asked in angered whispers as the girl struggled to free herself from the bounds that clung her to the wall.
"I don't know, it wasn't supposed to do that! C'mon, we've gotta get out of here before a teacher comes and catches us!" James persisted, dumbfounded but knowing he couldn't stay there. And Sirius would've gone too, if it hadn't been for who was bound.
Finally leaving him, James ran off, muttering to himself how he thought he had said it correctly and had no idea how it had happened.
Sirius on the other hand stepped closer to her, while she struggled mirthlessly, whining as blood began to soak into the old rope clinging to her ankles and hands. It was hard enough for her to get out of the ropes, let only if her feet weren't even touching the ground. "Settle down, I'll get you out of that, just give me a few seconds," Sirius assured, putting his hands on her shoulders to stop her from moving, "Riddle, stop!" that got her attention. Her eyes went wide when she saw who it was. Sirius reached up and took off the girl's hat, hoping that that would make it easier for her to see who it was.
Frightened and confused dark brown eyes stared back at him, glimmers of tears waiting to be unleashed making him feel horrible. Raising his wand he muttered a few words, undoing her ankles first, which left her hanging by her arms, making her obviously even more uncomfortable. Quick about it, he undid her hands, trying not to notice her bleeding hands as he reached around her head and undid the rope on her mouth, having an urge to trace the rope burns that were on her cheeks.
She stared at him for a few seconds, hurt in her eyes. Why had he done that, why had he bound her up there and then all of a sudden had a change of heart and get her down? It didn't make sense. Lesley had an urge to scream, but instead she wiped the tears coming down her face with her bloody hands, which didn't seem to make anything better.
"Here, no, wait, come on," Sirius said, pulling her hands down from her face and wiping them gently with a rag, stopping when she flinched.
She gulped, "Why did you do that?" she asked, in such a small voice she hadn't known existed. He stared at her for a moment,
"It wasn't me," He said, also quietly, not caring to elaborate.
"Oh," she whispered, taking her stained hands out of his, "I'm fine, you can go," she lied, she felt the blood dripping down from her ankles into her shoes.
"Liar," He said, softly, looking through her eyes, and she looked away.
"I'm fine, OK?" She snapped, first line of defense, make them angry and they'll go away.
"It wasn't me," Sirius repeated, trying not to get angry.
"I heard you the first time," She said, doubtfully.
"I just wanted to help you," Sirius went on.
"Thanks for trying," Lesley said, turning to go.
"I'm still talking to you," Sirius persisted, holding her shoulders and turning her back to face him.
"Oh, I stopped talking to you seconds ago," She said, the words hurt, she knew they did. But she needed to go, and he didn't seem to want to let her.
"Fine!" Sirius exclaimed, muttering to himself, "Bitch..." He regretted it as soon as the word left his mouth.
Ripping out of his reach she stumbled, running off, leaving Sirius dumbfounded.
That certainly wasn't how he had wanted to talk to her for the first time. No, not indeed.
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Over the next few weeks it crossed Riddle's mind several times that perhaps she should go to Madam Pomfrey, but something hung her back. She was a Slytherin, not a tattle tailor. She could take care of herself, it was just a few cuts and bruises, nothing she couldn't handle.
Wrapping her ankles in white bandages, third time that week, she noticed they were probably just getting worse. The bruises around the cuts had turned greenish brown, as had the cuts around her hands. She also walked with a bit of a limp, and she thought she must've sprained one of her ankles, another thing she didn't need.
She hadn't told anybody-she didn't see what right they had to know anyway. What would she say? "Hi, beautiful day, isn't it? Oh yeah, and while you were gone on Halloween vacation I got bound to a wall, and I've got the bruises to show, wanna see?" No, definitely not gonna happen. She'd take care of this by herself.
Sitting by herself up in the girl's dormitory, she took out her journal, which had been forgotten for the past few weeks, as writing had been a pain and she didn't want to do more of it then she had to. But now it seemed a proper time to write something down...
I know I'm being naive, but I don't want to believe that he did that to me. I don't think he did it, but who else could it have been? If I hadn't known any better I would've thought it was dad, but I didn't think he could get into the school.
I don't know, maybe I just don't want to get made at him, maybe I just don't want to get mad at Sirius Black.
I'm just so confused. What am I supposed to do? I feel guilty for something I didn't cause, God I hate feeling this way!
Lesley Riddle
She didn't even want to read over it. Putting it on the nightstand beside her, she flopped down underneath the covers. It seemed like this nightmare would never end.
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I can't believe I actually called her a bitch, she's not a bitch ... just confused... God now I'm confused! This is just such a confusing situation.
She hasn't gone to Madam Pomfrey yet, I know that cause she hasn't been missing any of her classes, probably a Slytherin thing. Those people never like to admit it when their weak.
At least James is guilty about it, it's better than nothing.
Sirius Black
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The next morning, as the two finished their breakfast, they stumbled into one another. Lesley made a clucking sound before going to pick up her things, trying not to blush as she picked up her journal, while Sirius did the same.
"Sorry," The two said in unison.
"No, I'm sorry," They said again. Finally shaking their heads, they said, "Nevermind," walking off, not to think of their encounter until night came.
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A/n: Ahh, what is it that little ol' me has up my sleeve?
You'll just have to wait and see, dearies.
So Sirius and Lesley have something mutual. I can squash all of your dreams and hopes now, because I can tell you for a fact that there shall be no snogging for a while yet. I can't bare to hurry my characters along you know. I have to wait for the right ... moment if you will. But please, try to enjoy yourself for the time being.
Oh yeah, and I might as well get this across now... JK owns all of these characters (except for Lesley, she's ALL mine) and I own the storyline. Of course I don't get any money for it, I just write it to 'entertain my mind for a few hours' which, I must admit, is quite a crappie deal, but I'll get over it ... eventually.
Chapter 2: First years, Oh My!
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Sirius did not in fact get to sleep for eternity-he hardly got eight hours. Rolling out of bed he grumbled in protest as a hand prodded him and kept echoing his name. Opening his eyes, he tried to process his surroundings, finally settling down as he did so.
"What is it, James?" He said, tiredly. He was not in the mood for jokes, all he wanted was to sleep until lunchtime.
"If you don't get up your going to miss breakfast," The boy replied, as if it was some big important deal.
"I don't CARE..." Sirius replied, but James did not relent.
"Breakfast is the most important meal of the day," He persisted, poking harder at him.
"I like lunch better anyway."
"Oh come on, just get uuup!" James whined. Cursing under his breath Sirius complied, wondering what all the fuss was about. James wasn't the sort who would be whining about meals-but then again, this was breakfast they were talking about, and the guy always seemed to have some sort of obsession with the meal ... only one of many of his flaws.
So, with much more grumbling and rubbing of the eyes, forgetting about his hair, Sirius dressed down into his robes, carrying his black hat in one of his hands (arms flopping lazily at his sides). It was only when he walked into the Great Hall did he notice that his hair was wilder than usual, though it would take a lot to make him care.
Passing by his sister (who sat at the Slytherin table, of course) he tried to ignore her when Narcissa sneered, "Bad hair day, Black?" and found it oddly enough, very simple to do. Moving swiftly over to his own house table, Sirius plopped down in the middle of James and Remus (Peter sitting next to him) and found himself ravenously hungry.
Filling his plate with bacon, sausages, biscuits, and gravy he tried to remain civilized as he pounced on his food, only stopping to breathe when he took a sip or two out of his glass of pumpkin juice. All in all Sirius thought it had been quite a good meal.
Finishing off his plate, he stared across the room, soaking in the sights. Dumbledore seemed to be in a very serious conversation with Minerva McGonagall, while Professor Binns hovered around, looking longingly at the food and rambling on about what a pain Peeves was to the Charms professor, Flitwick (who, by the expression on his face, seemed to wholeheartedly agree). Letting his eyes travel elsewhere, he was surprised when his gaze was met with a pair of brown eyes. Feminine brown eyes, with soft black eyelashes that framed her eyes nicely, attractively. She seemed to be done with her breakfast, because she was leaning against the wall separating the Great Hall from other corridors, wearing her black hat which just made her look more mysterious. Chestnut hair (with bangs that swooped over to one side, also hiding her face) that fell to her shoulders moved slightly as she quickly turned away.
The feeling left in Sirius's stomach was so hard to explain that he knew he wasn't likely to even try to anyone ... no one. It wasn't one that made him feel like he was sick, more of a mix of anxiety and a feeling of being excited, light at heart yet it sinking low at the same time. Quite a feeling he was not very used to.
Quick to avert his eyes as well, he started in on James's conversation about how, as soon as he had learned how to, he would test out that leg-binding spell on the first Slytherin he could point his wand at. Only glancing back at the girl once more, he wanted to frown when he saw her laughing along with the blonde who couldn't be thought as anyone but Lucius Malfoy. Though his frown would not show, the lurching in his stomach was sure there, even though he had just finished eating minutes before. It followed him for the rest of the day.
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She couldn't believe what she had done! She had literally stared at him until he had met her gaze, she had made herself out to be a git, she had made a fool of herself. But Lesley couldn't help it. "It's an infatuation, that's all," she tried to assure herself in hushed words, trying to make herself feel better. It was hardly a surprise when it didn't help at all. "Your a first year, your too young to have those feelings, you need to think about your studies, not some guy with great hair and beautiful eyes ... nice eyes, they aren't beautiful, hell, their not even nice!" she scolded herself, burrowing her face deeper into her book, trying to keep her attention on History Through the Ages, but having an extremely hard time doing it.
Cursing herself she got up from the Slytherin Common Room chair, closing the book and deciding it would be wise not to be very late to her last class on her first day, as it would be a hassle all in itself to find her way there, let alone being prepared.
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"Kind of you for joining us," The potions professor remarked sarcastically when Lesley had stumbled into the dungeon.
"I'm- sorry-just got- a little-lost," She said, breathlessly, she had ran the whole way, not to mention retraced her steps several times.
The man rolled his eyes, but scratching his brown beard lightly had muttered something to the effect of, "Quite all right," though she had a feeling that she had gotten off so easily only because he was her head of house. She couldn't bring herself to think that he had actually done it because, well, it had been the fair thing to do. He just didn't seem the type.
"I suspect that hardly any one of you, insolent, snobbish pupils actually respect the aspect of potions, though I hardly expect less. What with you being so young and narrow minded, it probably hasn't even crossed your thick minds that potions happens to be magic in itself..." Lesley couldn't keep her mind from wandering as he continued with his 'speech,' he was quite quick to judge, she thought to herself.
"Some," he eyed Lesley at this, "will never understand potions, though it shall be my attempt to teach you enough to where you can do at least the basics," he was still glaring at her, as if she were who he was talking about. She couldn't help it, her hand shot up...
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Sirius looked down at his dinner, not finding himself hungry in the least. It had only been his first day but he felt as if he had already screwed everything up. First he had turned up twenty minutes late to Transfiguration class, which got him only a stern look from the professor (McGonagall), though it still made him feel like an idiot. Then in charms his ink bottle fell off of his desk, causing the poor little wizard Flitwick to stop for a whole five minutes to clean it up (getting down from all of those books was easier said then done). And finally he hadn't even showed up for History of Magic, as he didn't find the need for it took him the entire period to figure out where the classroom was.
"Yep, I've screwed it up big time," he admitted. Then there was that whole Riddle bisness. He'd be seeing her on Wednesdays and Fridays, for both double classes of History of Magic and flying classes (which he was looking forward too, though the thought of being up in the air made him feel a bit queasy) with the Slytherins. Indeed it was going to be quite a first year for him. He had thought it had been a miracle that he had lasted one whole day, let alone the whole year.
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"I can't believe you did that," Malfoy said, jealousy apparent in his voice.
"Did what?" Lesley asked innocently.
"Got detention on your first day, duh." He said, rolling his eyes.
"Oh, that, well I just can't stand it when teachers do that." Lesley said, lazily, as if it didn't matter one bit.
"Do what?" Lucius asked, now a bit more interested.
"Singling out students as if they are supposed to know everything. Gits, the whole lot of them." She replied, casually, grabbing her bags.
"Where are you going?" Lucius asked, raising his eyebrows.
"I'm not too hungry and it seems as though I have detention, thanks for reminding me," She said, sarcastically.
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"Ah, Ms. Riddle. I find it most appalling that one of my very own house managed to wiggle their way into detention on their first day," He paused for effect, just making Lesley roll her eyes angrily, thinking, men.
"Oh please continue with your speech, professor Harlin." She said, her voice full of all the venom she could muster.
His face turned cold, "I have a mind to take points, Riddle," he clucked, warningly, but she only waved her hand as though it mattered even less to her.
"Go ahead, my first day has already started out spectacular, why not make it official?" She asked, crossing her arms and standing right in front of the professor, glaring at him though he was still a good four feet taller than her.
"I can see already that these are going to be quite the seven years,"
"Wow, your smarter then I would've expected,"
"5 points from Slytherin."
"Oh goody,"
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Sirius could hardly imagine how his first year could already be going so badly. It was only now nearing the end of October and already he had managed to make almost every one of his days a living hell. Sure he had pranks to look forward to, but they weren't all that interesting, considering that no one really knew how to do anything yet, anything to make Slytherins miserable-and he always was nervous that some prank done would get done to Riddle. He didn't want that. Yet, he found himself once again in the middle when Halloween vacation (one week of blissful freedom), his worst fear showing itself.
"Padfoot, this is so cool, you've gotta see this!" James had nearly shouted in his excitement, taking out his wand, eyes gleaming. Sirius put on his 'I'm too cool for that shit' face,
"What is it now, James? Found a way to jinx an everlasting gobstopper?" He asked, lazily, letting his hair cover some of his eyes, it's length not quite reaching his shoulders. Fixing his gray eyes on James, his smirk erased immediately.
"No, no, Sirius, forget leg-binding spells. I've found a body-binding spell, oh come on, I'll show you," James said in hurried whispers, pointing to the hall, where an unsuspecting girl was walking slowly on the marble floor, not paying any mind to them, probably not even seeing them.
"No, James, don't-" Sirius didn't get to finish, for James had already muttered, "Locomotor Mortis!" and sent it flying the girl's way.
Something must have gotten mixed up on the way there, for it didn't have the effect it was supposed to. Ropes appeared out of nowhere, wrapping around her ankles and hands, around her mouth and tying in the back. James's smile immediately vanished and he whispered to Sirius that they should get out of there, but he was rooted to the spot.
"What the hell did you do?" Sirius asked in angered whispers as the girl struggled to free herself from the bounds that clung her to the wall.
"I don't know, it wasn't supposed to do that! C'mon, we've gotta get out of here before a teacher comes and catches us!" James persisted, dumbfounded but knowing he couldn't stay there. And Sirius would've gone too, if it hadn't been for who was bound.
Finally leaving him, James ran off, muttering to himself how he thought he had said it correctly and had no idea how it had happened.
Sirius on the other hand stepped closer to her, while she struggled mirthlessly, whining as blood began to soak into the old rope clinging to her ankles and hands. It was hard enough for her to get out of the ropes, let only if her feet weren't even touching the ground. "Settle down, I'll get you out of that, just give me a few seconds," Sirius assured, putting his hands on her shoulders to stop her from moving, "Riddle, stop!" that got her attention. Her eyes went wide when she saw who it was. Sirius reached up and took off the girl's hat, hoping that that would make it easier for her to see who it was.
Frightened and confused dark brown eyes stared back at him, glimmers of tears waiting to be unleashed making him feel horrible. Raising his wand he muttered a few words, undoing her ankles first, which left her hanging by her arms, making her obviously even more uncomfortable. Quick about it, he undid her hands, trying not to notice her bleeding hands as he reached around her head and undid the rope on her mouth, having an urge to trace the rope burns that were on her cheeks.
She stared at him for a few seconds, hurt in her eyes. Why had he done that, why had he bound her up there and then all of a sudden had a change of heart and get her down? It didn't make sense. Lesley had an urge to scream, but instead she wiped the tears coming down her face with her bloody hands, which didn't seem to make anything better.
"Here, no, wait, come on," Sirius said, pulling her hands down from her face and wiping them gently with a rag, stopping when she flinched.
She gulped, "Why did you do that?" she asked, in such a small voice she hadn't known existed. He stared at her for a moment,
"It wasn't me," He said, also quietly, not caring to elaborate.
"Oh," she whispered, taking her stained hands out of his, "I'm fine, you can go," she lied, she felt the blood dripping down from her ankles into her shoes.
"Liar," He said, softly, looking through her eyes, and she looked away.
"I'm fine, OK?" She snapped, first line of defense, make them angry and they'll go away.
"It wasn't me," Sirius repeated, trying not to get angry.
"I heard you the first time," She said, doubtfully.
"I just wanted to help you," Sirius went on.
"Thanks for trying," Lesley said, turning to go.
"I'm still talking to you," Sirius persisted, holding her shoulders and turning her back to face him.
"Oh, I stopped talking to you seconds ago," She said, the words hurt, she knew they did. But she needed to go, and he didn't seem to want to let her.
"Fine!" Sirius exclaimed, muttering to himself, "Bitch..." He regretted it as soon as the word left his mouth.
Ripping out of his reach she stumbled, running off, leaving Sirius dumbfounded.
That certainly wasn't how he had wanted to talk to her for the first time. No, not indeed.
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Over the next few weeks it crossed Riddle's mind several times that perhaps she should go to Madam Pomfrey, but something hung her back. She was a Slytherin, not a tattle tailor. She could take care of herself, it was just a few cuts and bruises, nothing she couldn't handle.
Wrapping her ankles in white bandages, third time that week, she noticed they were probably just getting worse. The bruises around the cuts had turned greenish brown, as had the cuts around her hands. She also walked with a bit of a limp, and she thought she must've sprained one of her ankles, another thing she didn't need.
She hadn't told anybody-she didn't see what right they had to know anyway. What would she say? "Hi, beautiful day, isn't it? Oh yeah, and while you were gone on Halloween vacation I got bound to a wall, and I've got the bruises to show, wanna see?" No, definitely not gonna happen. She'd take care of this by herself.
Sitting by herself up in the girl's dormitory, she took out her journal, which had been forgotten for the past few weeks, as writing had been a pain and she didn't want to do more of it then she had to. But now it seemed a proper time to write something down...
I know I'm being naive, but I don't want to believe that he did that to me. I don't think he did it, but who else could it have been? If I hadn't known any better I would've thought it was dad, but I didn't think he could get into the school.
I don't know, maybe I just don't want to get made at him, maybe I just don't want to get mad at Sirius Black.
I'm just so confused. What am I supposed to do? I feel guilty for something I didn't cause, God I hate feeling this way!
Lesley Riddle
She didn't even want to read over it. Putting it on the nightstand beside her, she flopped down underneath the covers. It seemed like this nightmare would never end.
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I can't believe I actually called her a bitch, she's not a bitch ... just confused... God now I'm confused! This is just such a confusing situation.
She hasn't gone to Madam Pomfrey yet, I know that cause she hasn't been missing any of her classes, probably a Slytherin thing. Those people never like to admit it when their weak.
At least James is guilty about it, it's better than nothing.
Sirius Black
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The next morning, as the two finished their breakfast, they stumbled into one another. Lesley made a clucking sound before going to pick up her things, trying not to blush as she picked up her journal, while Sirius did the same.
"Sorry," The two said in unison.
"No, I'm sorry," They said again. Finally shaking their heads, they said, "Nevermind," walking off, not to think of their encounter until night came.
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A/n: Ahh, what is it that little ol' me has up my sleeve?
You'll just have to wait and see, dearies.