To Hell And Back:
Written by Elven Warrior1
A/N: Ah yes, Chapter Seventeen. The longest story I've written so far. I'm proud of it, even if no one reads it and likes it. Anyway, reivews would happily accepted. Let me know what you think. =D Happy reading.
"Are you alright?" Sirius asked warningly. He knew something was up. It was etched across her face. She waved a dismissing hand, he still didn't buy it one bit.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking." Charolette said cooly. She didn't say anything else, and Sirius knew what she was thinking about. Well, at least, half of it. They still sat in unnerving silence, something he was all too familiar with. Even with half the order in the room, it still seemed silent. But with Charolette in the room, the silence didn't bothor him anymore. In fact, it felt well, comforting.
Breaking his train of thought, Charolette had gotten up and put her coffee mug into the sink, and seating herself onto the counter, clutching a bottle containing a strange blue liquid.
"Why would you need a potion?" Sirius asked, gazing at the bottle that the woman clutched in her hands. The woman chuckled, looking into the bottle. Swirling around, she looked up, grinning stupidly.
"It's not a 'potion', Sirius." The woman was clearly amused. "Well, it's a type of muggle potion. It's called pop, or soda pop. This particular flavor comes around in 2000's. I don't quite rememeber the year, but it's in some time from now. "Sirius looked at the bottle again, curious. Charolette just grinned. He looked like a little kid at Christmas.
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Explaining about the future isn't quite what I had in mind. But he asked. Though, he does look so sweet. Even something so simple as a drink can make a fully grown man so curious. Though, Arthur Weasley isn't a contender in this match. He's clearly curious about everything muggle.
It's cute. I admit it, this scene is really cute. I wish I could live in it forever..
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Sirius stood up and outreached his hand for the bottle, wanting to taste it. Charolette seemed to like it, and if it didn't kill her, then it was worth a shot. She seemed to know what he wanted, and handed him the bottle.
Placing the opening of the bottle to his lips, and gently and carefully tilted the bottle, getting a taste of the contents inside. He could't put his finger on what it taste like. It was a bright blue color, with a tinge of cotton candy and had a bubbly, airy feel too it.
And truthfully, he thorougly enjoyed it.
"Here, take it." She said, motioning for him to take the bottle. There's several more in the fridge, I'll just open a new one. "Sirius grinned, kissing Charolette on the cheek. Her cheeks suddenly exploded with red. She quickly hid her head in the fridge, taking her sweet-mary-time in grabbing another bottle. Smirking to himself, he sat back down, facing his chair to where Charolette had been sitting before.
Once outside of the refridgerator, the woman placed herself back on the counter, face back to normal. Popping off the top of the bottle, she took a small sip, off in her own world again. Sirius cleared his throat, gaining her attention back. Her head flicked towards him, and apologizing pathetically.
"Is this how you wanted to start your freedom?" Sirius asked suddenly, looking at the woman seriously. She studdied his face, thinking hard.
"I don't know." She said finally. "It's just moving a bit fast, a little too fast for my liking. Azkaban does that to you." Sirius felt a new wave of guilt, this one stronger than the last.
"It's a horrible place, that's for sure." Sirius agreed quietly. He looked back up at Charolette, who was watching him carefully. "Charolette, I'm so sorry." A delicate eyebrow raised. "I shouldn't have belived that damn Rita Skeeter, or the Minister, or the whole damn Daily Prophet. With James back, I became pigheaded." She didn't move, nor did she look like she was breathing.
Charolette didn't look like she was going to respond at all, instead, she sat still as a board, watching the man with a raised eyebrow, and it was unmistakable that she was thinking hard.
"That was the past." She said dully. "Does not do to dwell on the past when it's already happened." Sirius stood up, and stopped squarely inches in front of the woman who sat up straight. "It dosen't matter anymore"
"Like hell it does!" Sirius shot back, startling the woman. "For five and a half years now, I felt as if it was my fault that you were suffereing that hell hole, and it would never let me live it down even if you got out!" He took a shaky breath to calm himself. In a more lowtone voice, he said, "Apologizing to the sky isn't the same as speaking to the real person who can hear you."
*****
Oh lord,oh shitshitshitshitshitshit SHIT.
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She was speechless. Instead, the woman just sat there, starring at the raven haired and saphire eyed man in front of her. As witty as Charolette Joyce Rones was, she was clueless of what to say. So she sat there stupidly, just gawking at Sirius Black. If anyone walked in on them, they'd burst out in laughter at the dumbfounded look on her face.
Strong hands on her shoulders broke her out of her trance. It was getting to be a habbit, and mentally kicking herself not to do it again, Charolette focused on Sirius' face which was extreemly close to her own.
"Please," He begged, getting closer still. "Please tell me that you're not mad at me. I can't live with this guilt anymore. Free me. Free me!" Breathless, she replied.
"If was angry." It came out as a low whisper. Unintentionable too. "I wouldn't be speaking to you." His deep saphire eyes that were looking concerned and full of hurt, suddenly switched as he gave an award winning smile that could melt every woman in the world. He was melting Charolette so bad, she was sure that she would be a puddle of melted flesh in minutes.
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Damnit! Does he 'have' to do that? He's not making things any easier! Why does everyone have to pick on me? Moronically, this isn't fair, and I don't want it to end.
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A loud 'ahem' from the doorway caused Sirius to jump back with alarm, and Charolette didn't bothor looking up from the bottle. For a moment, it took Sirius a rather difficult time to gather what had just happened. His mind was off in kissing the woman, and here he was, feeling frustrated and flustered. It wasn't comprehending at all.
"Having fun, are we?" Came a sarcastic yet playfull voice. Charolette groaned and shifted her legs.
"Bugger off, James." She snapped, looking up with a fire alit in her eyes. "Walking in on conversations is one thing, but assuming that there was some sort of intiment activities is absurd. Watch it boy, you'll be a hell a lot of trouble if you keep this up." She added with a smirk, "And I don't think Lily would like to see you engaged in a brainwracking kiss with me. Or Sirius for that matter."
"Oh come now Charolette!" James play-whined. "Everyman at one point in his life wants to sleep with you. Why can't I?" This absolutly shocked Sirius, who sat down stupidly in his chair, glarring at his friend. Charolette just snorted.
"I won't deny the fact that every man finds my body desirable, but I would rather sleep with Snape than with you." Her mouth was etched into a smirk. She was enjoying this.
***** Stupid. Idiotic. moron. What is he playing at? I was just about to be kissed by Sirius Black, and he just has to stick his overly large noes in where it dosen't belong. This is one of those times where I'm sure I could kill him again, and he wouldn't be able to come back after I'm done with him.
There'd be nothing left.
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"So, what exactly where you two doing then?" James hissed, grinning like mad. "I couldn't hear any moaning or pleading for 'faster Sirius faster! Oh god! Yes yes!' What were you, talking?" The woman snuck a peek at Sirius, who was blushing a deep crimson red. Chuckling as quietly as she could, and slipped off the counter and dropped her bottle in the sink with a CLINK.
"Yes, we were talking." Sirius choked out.
"What about?" the arrogant bastard interrupted, a mad glint in his eyes.
"Just about random things, like why she was up so early."
"Duh." Charolette huffed, dropping something on the floor, and bending over to pick it up. James leaned over the table, looking slightly excited. Charolette had sensed eyes on her, and stood up quickly, glarring at the man called Prongs.
"Why were you up so early?" He decided to ask.
"Coulnd't sleep." She muttered, looking through the pantry.
"What? I didn't catch that." Prongs smirked devisly. Charolette decided not to turn, but instead, a wide smirk was once again placed on her lips, an odd glint in her eyes.
"I said, I was too busy ravishing your son's, and fellow mauraders bodies to sleep. So I decided to get up." Both men started laughing. Charolette, feeling much older then what she was, sniffed indignently. She checked her watch, a quarter to 6. Sighing, Charolette summoned her bag.
After checking for all her supplise, she swung a strap over her shoulder, and stood at the kitchen door, contemplating on telling the men if she was leaving or not.
"I'm off." She said after a split second. As expected, Sirius dropped what he was doing, and jumped up to bid the woman farewell. Even though he'd see her later on durring the work day. Sirius said nothing untill after he gave her a small peck on the lips.
"Bye." He whispered, squeezing her side affectionately. Nodding to James, Charolette then left the house.
***** one word: SHIT!
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A/N: Ah yes, Chapter Seventeen. The longest story I've written so far. I'm proud of it, even if no one reads it and likes it. Anyway, reivews would happily accepted. Let me know what you think. =D Happy reading.
"Are you alright?" Sirius asked warningly. He knew something was up. It was etched across her face. She waved a dismissing hand, he still didn't buy it one bit.
"Yeah, I'm fine. Just thinking." Charolette said cooly. She didn't say anything else, and Sirius knew what she was thinking about. Well, at least, half of it. They still sat in unnerving silence, something he was all too familiar with. Even with half the order in the room, it still seemed silent. But with Charolette in the room, the silence didn't bothor him anymore. In fact, it felt well, comforting.
Breaking his train of thought, Charolette had gotten up and put her coffee mug into the sink, and seating herself onto the counter, clutching a bottle containing a strange blue liquid.
"Why would you need a potion?" Sirius asked, gazing at the bottle that the woman clutched in her hands. The woman chuckled, looking into the bottle. Swirling around, she looked up, grinning stupidly.
"It's not a 'potion', Sirius." The woman was clearly amused. "Well, it's a type of muggle potion. It's called pop, or soda pop. This particular flavor comes around in 2000's. I don't quite rememeber the year, but it's in some time from now. "Sirius looked at the bottle again, curious. Charolette just grinned. He looked like a little kid at Christmas.
*****
Explaining about the future isn't quite what I had in mind. But he asked. Though, he does look so sweet. Even something so simple as a drink can make a fully grown man so curious. Though, Arthur Weasley isn't a contender in this match. He's clearly curious about everything muggle.
It's cute. I admit it, this scene is really cute. I wish I could live in it forever..
*****
Sirius stood up and outreached his hand for the bottle, wanting to taste it. Charolette seemed to like it, and if it didn't kill her, then it was worth a shot. She seemed to know what he wanted, and handed him the bottle.
Placing the opening of the bottle to his lips, and gently and carefully tilted the bottle, getting a taste of the contents inside. He could't put his finger on what it taste like. It was a bright blue color, with a tinge of cotton candy and had a bubbly, airy feel too it.
And truthfully, he thorougly enjoyed it.
"Here, take it." She said, motioning for him to take the bottle. There's several more in the fridge, I'll just open a new one. "Sirius grinned, kissing Charolette on the cheek. Her cheeks suddenly exploded with red. She quickly hid her head in the fridge, taking her sweet-mary-time in grabbing another bottle. Smirking to himself, he sat back down, facing his chair to where Charolette had been sitting before.
Once outside of the refridgerator, the woman placed herself back on the counter, face back to normal. Popping off the top of the bottle, she took a small sip, off in her own world again. Sirius cleared his throat, gaining her attention back. Her head flicked towards him, and apologizing pathetically.
"Is this how you wanted to start your freedom?" Sirius asked suddenly, looking at the woman seriously. She studdied his face, thinking hard.
"I don't know." She said finally. "It's just moving a bit fast, a little too fast for my liking. Azkaban does that to you." Sirius felt a new wave of guilt, this one stronger than the last.
"It's a horrible place, that's for sure." Sirius agreed quietly. He looked back up at Charolette, who was watching him carefully. "Charolette, I'm so sorry." A delicate eyebrow raised. "I shouldn't have belived that damn Rita Skeeter, or the Minister, or the whole damn Daily Prophet. With James back, I became pigheaded." She didn't move, nor did she look like she was breathing.
Charolette didn't look like she was going to respond at all, instead, she sat still as a board, watching the man with a raised eyebrow, and it was unmistakable that she was thinking hard.
"That was the past." She said dully. "Does not do to dwell on the past when it's already happened." Sirius stood up, and stopped squarely inches in front of the woman who sat up straight. "It dosen't matter anymore"
"Like hell it does!" Sirius shot back, startling the woman. "For five and a half years now, I felt as if it was my fault that you were suffereing that hell hole, and it would never let me live it down even if you got out!" He took a shaky breath to calm himself. In a more lowtone voice, he said, "Apologizing to the sky isn't the same as speaking to the real person who can hear you."
*****
Oh lord,oh shitshitshitshitshitshit SHIT.
*****
She was speechless. Instead, the woman just sat there, starring at the raven haired and saphire eyed man in front of her. As witty as Charolette Joyce Rones was, she was clueless of what to say. So she sat there stupidly, just gawking at Sirius Black. If anyone walked in on them, they'd burst out in laughter at the dumbfounded look on her face.
Strong hands on her shoulders broke her out of her trance. It was getting to be a habbit, and mentally kicking herself not to do it again, Charolette focused on Sirius' face which was extreemly close to her own.
"Please," He begged, getting closer still. "Please tell me that you're not mad at me. I can't live with this guilt anymore. Free me. Free me!" Breathless, she replied.
"If was angry." It came out as a low whisper. Unintentionable too. "I wouldn't be speaking to you." His deep saphire eyes that were looking concerned and full of hurt, suddenly switched as he gave an award winning smile that could melt every woman in the world. He was melting Charolette so bad, she was sure that she would be a puddle of melted flesh in minutes.
*****
Damnit! Does he 'have' to do that? He's not making things any easier! Why does everyone have to pick on me? Moronically, this isn't fair, and I don't want it to end.
*****
A loud 'ahem' from the doorway caused Sirius to jump back with alarm, and Charolette didn't bothor looking up from the bottle. For a moment, it took Sirius a rather difficult time to gather what had just happened. His mind was off in kissing the woman, and here he was, feeling frustrated and flustered. It wasn't comprehending at all.
"Having fun, are we?" Came a sarcastic yet playfull voice. Charolette groaned and shifted her legs.
"Bugger off, James." She snapped, looking up with a fire alit in her eyes. "Walking in on conversations is one thing, but assuming that there was some sort of intiment activities is absurd. Watch it boy, you'll be a hell a lot of trouble if you keep this up." She added with a smirk, "And I don't think Lily would like to see you engaged in a brainwracking kiss with me. Or Sirius for that matter."
"Oh come now Charolette!" James play-whined. "Everyman at one point in his life wants to sleep with you. Why can't I?" This absolutly shocked Sirius, who sat down stupidly in his chair, glarring at his friend. Charolette just snorted.
"I won't deny the fact that every man finds my body desirable, but I would rather sleep with Snape than with you." Her mouth was etched into a smirk. She was enjoying this.
***** Stupid. Idiotic. moron. What is he playing at? I was just about to be kissed by Sirius Black, and he just has to stick his overly large noes in where it dosen't belong. This is one of those times where I'm sure I could kill him again, and he wouldn't be able to come back after I'm done with him.
There'd be nothing left.
*****
"So, what exactly where you two doing then?" James hissed, grinning like mad. "I couldn't hear any moaning or pleading for 'faster Sirius faster! Oh god! Yes yes!' What were you, talking?" The woman snuck a peek at Sirius, who was blushing a deep crimson red. Chuckling as quietly as she could, and slipped off the counter and dropped her bottle in the sink with a CLINK.
"Yes, we were talking." Sirius choked out.
"What about?" the arrogant bastard interrupted, a mad glint in his eyes.
"Just about random things, like why she was up so early."
"Duh." Charolette huffed, dropping something on the floor, and bending over to pick it up. James leaned over the table, looking slightly excited. Charolette had sensed eyes on her, and stood up quickly, glarring at the man called Prongs.
"Why were you up so early?" He decided to ask.
"Coulnd't sleep." She muttered, looking through the pantry.
"What? I didn't catch that." Prongs smirked devisly. Charolette decided not to turn, but instead, a wide smirk was once again placed on her lips, an odd glint in her eyes.
"I said, I was too busy ravishing your son's, and fellow mauraders bodies to sleep. So I decided to get up." Both men started laughing. Charolette, feeling much older then what she was, sniffed indignently. She checked her watch, a quarter to 6. Sighing, Charolette summoned her bag.
After checking for all her supplise, she swung a strap over her shoulder, and stood at the kitchen door, contemplating on telling the men if she was leaving or not.
"I'm off." She said after a split second. As expected, Sirius dropped what he was doing, and jumped up to bid the woman farewell. Even though he'd see her later on durring the work day. Sirius said nothing untill after he gave her a small peck on the lips.
"Bye." He whispered, squeezing her side affectionately. Nodding to James, Charolette then left the house.
***** one word: SHIT!
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