To Hell And Back
Written by Elven Warrior
Chapter 13
"Oops." Sirius muttered, watching as Charolette shoved the dog off of her, standing up and glaring daggers down at it. Though, being as a puppy would be, the thing still ran around the room widly, barking like there was no tomorrow. Occasionally, it would stop in front of Charolette, go quiet and wag it's tail before taking off again.
"Oops?" Charolette sneered. "I take it you had something to do with this." She still remained standing, glowering over the man with raven long hair. After so many years, Sirius Black still refused to get a hair cut. "Speak Black!" She barked.
"I er, s-s-s-sorry." He stammered, failing desperatly to try and sound brave. "She's a little uh, hyper active."
"A little huh?" Charolette repeated, watching the dog zoom around the room. "And how, Sirius, tell me, how is this canine connected with you. I'm holding you responsible." The other two remaining Mauraders laughed behind their hands. Crossing her arms and tapping her left foot, Charolette preceeded to glare down at the cowering man before her.
Sirius said nothing. He just sat there, starring at Charolette, occasionaly looking down to find the dog standing in front of her, wagging it's tale again. But she payed no attention to the random canine. She just stood there, glarring at him. For once in his life, Sirius Black could sucessfully say that he was scared of a woman.
"Speak, Black." She hissed. The older man fell out of his own little world he was momentarily creating.
"I bought the dog." He stated more bravely then her felt.
"I've gathered as much." She retorted, snoting slightly.
"For you." He finnished. Charolette just stood there, no longer glarring, but starring at him with wide eyes. Sirius smirked. He was back. "Close your mouth Charolette, you look like a goldfish." Chuckles.
"No, be serious Black." Charolette snapped, her eyes getting a bit of that glare back.
"Serious as my honor of a Maurader." He held up his right hand.
"Its your left hand you pansy!" James cried, startling Remus to falling out of his chair.
"Oi! James!" Remus spat.
Charolette shook her head, fed up with childish behavoir of certain adults. 'Children will be children.' She thought to herself, smriking.
***** Great, a rambunctious puppy. As expected, Sirius was behind the canin, clearly scared out of his wits. I can't be that scary.
Nevermind. I take that back.
I wasn't more pleased with myself after noting that absolute petrified look that graced his handsome features. Oh gods, wait, am I falling for Sirius Black?
*****
Charolette shook her head furiously. Not at Black, but at herself. Not even a day back and she was falling for an older man of at least 20 years. Trust a Rones to do such a thing. After all, Janeca had married a 38 year old man when she was 15. Yes, she had a demented family. But look at them, they're sorcerers, some with neon colored pupiles and black eyes. Roben had pure red eyes.
"I er..excuse me." She muttered lamely, before picking up the puppy and rushing out of the room. The door accidently closed with a loud bang, scaring several of the young Weasley and Potter children.
She didn't slow her pace untill she reached the far tree in the backyard. This tree had a tire swing. A favorite of her youngest siblings, whom were now dead. As strong as she was, everything was now getting to her. Finally released from Azkaban, Being back in the Black house, the battle, Morgana now dead, Her family now dead, Benji, Carlah, Darlah and Jack in some unknown world, The Ministry, falling for Black, this dog. But she couldn't cry, Charolette instead cursed herself over and over, stroking the dog gently.
"You're getting weak." Charolette told herself, looking around the dark yard, several boddies still had not been cleaned up, including Morgana's. "Way to go Rones. You've sucessfully shown your weakness, its going to land you right back to Azkaban."
"No It's not." Came a male voice from behind the tree. Charolette jumped up, still clutching the dog closely to her.
"Show yourself." She barked, prepared to fight if necessary. James Potter came from underneath his family's invisibility cloak. He didn't look his joyus self when she left.
"You're not weak." He said, turning the tire swing into two wodden swings, sitting down and motioning for Charolette to do the same. . "So stop telling yourself that. "James watched her, worry etched into his face.
"You would understand if you knew what I was thinking." Charolette said quietly, hoping he didn't catch it. He smirked in spite of himself.
"You know, I could. I'm pretty good at Legilimacy." Charolette could hear the amusement in his voice.
"Try it Potter, and you'll be joining those boddies over there." James just grinned.
"Penny for your thoughts." He said finally, reaching over and petting the puppy Charolette still clutched. She watched before looking away. "Don't worry, I'm an unspeakable. I won't leak your secrets. They're safe with me." Charolette snorted. "What? You don't belive me? Here, there was this time when Siri-"
"Oh shut up James." Charolette said, "Don't give me some pitiful secret that Sirius told you. How safe would my secretes be from your fellow Mauraders?" No reply. "Oh? Do my ears decive me?"
"Ok fine. They're not safe with me when around Padfoot and Moony. But there's a first time for everything you know."
"No James. If I told you my secrets, the first thing you'd do is go to the Mauraders and then I'll be forced to baracade myself in my room." She noticed he was getitng ready to say something "And you wouldn't be able to get through Sorcerer wards." James shut his mouth.
"Charolette." He finaly said. "I'm not going to let you go around keeping this all to yourself. You *need* to talk about it. Just tell me, I'll keep it a secret. We don't need you falling back into depression again, gods, that's the last thing we need to happen to you..let alone you going out and getting yourself killed. I don't think we could take it."
"No." Charolette said firmly, still stroking the puppy. "No, it's too damn risky. Just, no."
"Charolette, I'm not going to leave you alone about this. We're collegues now, we're friends, you're like a sister to me. I will, somehow, get it out of you. And I don't plan on letting you leave untill you tell me tonighte, here, sitting on these swings."
The girl snorted with frustration. James was a passionate person. Everyone knew that. Charolette knew that, after bringing the man back. That was probally what hurt her the most: bringing back the Potters and Black, only to loose their trust and thrusting her to the dementors.
She shook her head furiously once again. This time, a worried James wrapped an arm around her. To his surprise, her shoulders shook. Charming the swings to melt together, he sat close to her, trying to comfort the girl.
"Come on." He said softly, rubbing her back. "Just tell me, get it over with, and worry about it later instead of now. You should be celebrating, getting out of Azkaban. I know I would."
"Try saying that when you know you deserve it." She muttered darkly, skooting several inches away. James sighed in frustration.
"You've fallen for Sirius, haven't you?" He said, too matter-of- factly like. Charotte whipped her head to face him, eyes wide with shock.
'How the hell did he know?' She thought darkly. 'Consider him hexed.'
"Charolette, it's alright. He's fallen for you too." James now grinned like the idiot that he was. "What all the more to get together and have babies!"
Chapter 13
"Oops." Sirius muttered, watching as Charolette shoved the dog off of her, standing up and glaring daggers down at it. Though, being as a puppy would be, the thing still ran around the room widly, barking like there was no tomorrow. Occasionally, it would stop in front of Charolette, go quiet and wag it's tail before taking off again.
"Oops?" Charolette sneered. "I take it you had something to do with this." She still remained standing, glowering over the man with raven long hair. After so many years, Sirius Black still refused to get a hair cut. "Speak Black!" She barked.
"I er, s-s-s-sorry." He stammered, failing desperatly to try and sound brave. "She's a little uh, hyper active."
"A little huh?" Charolette repeated, watching the dog zoom around the room. "And how, Sirius, tell me, how is this canine connected with you. I'm holding you responsible." The other two remaining Mauraders laughed behind their hands. Crossing her arms and tapping her left foot, Charolette preceeded to glare down at the cowering man before her.
Sirius said nothing. He just sat there, starring at Charolette, occasionaly looking down to find the dog standing in front of her, wagging it's tale again. But she payed no attention to the random canine. She just stood there, glarring at him. For once in his life, Sirius Black could sucessfully say that he was scared of a woman.
"Speak, Black." She hissed. The older man fell out of his own little world he was momentarily creating.
"I bought the dog." He stated more bravely then her felt.
"I've gathered as much." She retorted, snoting slightly.
"For you." He finnished. Charolette just stood there, no longer glarring, but starring at him with wide eyes. Sirius smirked. He was back. "Close your mouth Charolette, you look like a goldfish." Chuckles.
"No, be serious Black." Charolette snapped, her eyes getting a bit of that glare back.
"Serious as my honor of a Maurader." He held up his right hand.
"Its your left hand you pansy!" James cried, startling Remus to falling out of his chair.
"Oi! James!" Remus spat.
Charolette shook her head, fed up with childish behavoir of certain adults. 'Children will be children.' She thought to herself, smriking.
***** Great, a rambunctious puppy. As expected, Sirius was behind the canin, clearly scared out of his wits. I can't be that scary.
Nevermind. I take that back.
I wasn't more pleased with myself after noting that absolute petrified look that graced his handsome features. Oh gods, wait, am I falling for Sirius Black?
*****
Charolette shook her head furiously. Not at Black, but at herself. Not even a day back and she was falling for an older man of at least 20 years. Trust a Rones to do such a thing. After all, Janeca had married a 38 year old man when she was 15. Yes, she had a demented family. But look at them, they're sorcerers, some with neon colored pupiles and black eyes. Roben had pure red eyes.
"I er..excuse me." She muttered lamely, before picking up the puppy and rushing out of the room. The door accidently closed with a loud bang, scaring several of the young Weasley and Potter children.
She didn't slow her pace untill she reached the far tree in the backyard. This tree had a tire swing. A favorite of her youngest siblings, whom were now dead. As strong as she was, everything was now getting to her. Finally released from Azkaban, Being back in the Black house, the battle, Morgana now dead, Her family now dead, Benji, Carlah, Darlah and Jack in some unknown world, The Ministry, falling for Black, this dog. But she couldn't cry, Charolette instead cursed herself over and over, stroking the dog gently.
"You're getting weak." Charolette told herself, looking around the dark yard, several boddies still had not been cleaned up, including Morgana's. "Way to go Rones. You've sucessfully shown your weakness, its going to land you right back to Azkaban."
"No It's not." Came a male voice from behind the tree. Charolette jumped up, still clutching the dog closely to her.
"Show yourself." She barked, prepared to fight if necessary. James Potter came from underneath his family's invisibility cloak. He didn't look his joyus self when she left.
"You're not weak." He said, turning the tire swing into two wodden swings, sitting down and motioning for Charolette to do the same. . "So stop telling yourself that. "James watched her, worry etched into his face.
"You would understand if you knew what I was thinking." Charolette said quietly, hoping he didn't catch it. He smirked in spite of himself.
"You know, I could. I'm pretty good at Legilimacy." Charolette could hear the amusement in his voice.
"Try it Potter, and you'll be joining those boddies over there." James just grinned.
"Penny for your thoughts." He said finally, reaching over and petting the puppy Charolette still clutched. She watched before looking away. "Don't worry, I'm an unspeakable. I won't leak your secrets. They're safe with me." Charolette snorted. "What? You don't belive me? Here, there was this time when Siri-"
"Oh shut up James." Charolette said, "Don't give me some pitiful secret that Sirius told you. How safe would my secretes be from your fellow Mauraders?" No reply. "Oh? Do my ears decive me?"
"Ok fine. They're not safe with me when around Padfoot and Moony. But there's a first time for everything you know."
"No James. If I told you my secrets, the first thing you'd do is go to the Mauraders and then I'll be forced to baracade myself in my room." She noticed he was getitng ready to say something "And you wouldn't be able to get through Sorcerer wards." James shut his mouth.
"Charolette." He finaly said. "I'm not going to let you go around keeping this all to yourself. You *need* to talk about it. Just tell me, I'll keep it a secret. We don't need you falling back into depression again, gods, that's the last thing we need to happen to you..let alone you going out and getting yourself killed. I don't think we could take it."
"No." Charolette said firmly, still stroking the puppy. "No, it's too damn risky. Just, no."
"Charolette, I'm not going to leave you alone about this. We're collegues now, we're friends, you're like a sister to me. I will, somehow, get it out of you. And I don't plan on letting you leave untill you tell me tonighte, here, sitting on these swings."
The girl snorted with frustration. James was a passionate person. Everyone knew that. Charolette knew that, after bringing the man back. That was probally what hurt her the most: bringing back the Potters and Black, only to loose their trust and thrusting her to the dementors.
She shook her head furiously once again. This time, a worried James wrapped an arm around her. To his surprise, her shoulders shook. Charming the swings to melt together, he sat close to her, trying to comfort the girl.
"Come on." He said softly, rubbing her back. "Just tell me, get it over with, and worry about it later instead of now. You should be celebrating, getting out of Azkaban. I know I would."
"Try saying that when you know you deserve it." She muttered darkly, skooting several inches away. James sighed in frustration.
"You've fallen for Sirius, haven't you?" He said, too matter-of- factly like. Charotte whipped her head to face him, eyes wide with shock.
'How the hell did he know?' She thought darkly. 'Consider him hexed.'
"Charolette, it's alright. He's fallen for you too." James now grinned like the idiot that he was. "What all the more to get together and have babies!"