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Thanks to those who read, and also to those who review! Would you believe, this is probably the first thing that I have ever written for the fun of it. The only things I've done before have been essays for school!
Is anyone out there? I am so very lonely here. Please Review! Even if you just put 'read it'. Thanks.
They were soon called down to dinner, to a small family dining room off the kitchens. Sirius found himself sitting on a miniature chair next to a little table of similar size, both of which had been placed on the regular table. He glared around, preferring to suffer than to be taken pity on.
Remus immediately ran to greet his parents, and sat down in between them and his sister. Remus and Isabella began talking at the same time, effectively drowning out what the other was saying.
Sirius sighed. He couldn't see how the older Lupins could stand to be in a house with the two of them, nor how they had managed to have such talkative children, being so quiet themselves. Remus was normally quiet, but he never talked more than when he was with his family.
Sirius looked around, trying to find someone else to listen to while everyone was waiting for his or her food.
"So how is the Ministry going?" Mr. Lupin asked. Mr. Potter immediately set off on a passionate diatribe on incompetent officials and over blown egos.
Sirius stared at him grumpily, not taking in a detail of what was said. If there was anything Sirius hated (and didn't understand) it was politics.
"Ughhh...." Sirius moaned. He looked around again.
James was staring at Lily. He was slowly starting to drool.
"Should I get you a napkin?" Sirius snapped. "Or maybe we need to ask the cook to hurry with the food."
James blinked. Then he went back to staring.
Sirius hated his life.
They ate, then, as Sirius put it "wasted hours of their lives, that will never be returned to them, in useless conversation."
Finally they got up, after listening to two hours worth of Sirius' asking when they were going to be finished. He had eventually stooped to walking around on the table to the edges of people's plates, and making faces at them while they tried to eat their chicken. Lily had to be ripped away growling as she attempted to squash him with her dinner plate.
He had made it to Mr. Potter's plate, after being disappointed at his staring not affecting James in the least, when Mr. Potter decided it was time for bed.
Sirius cheered, glad to finally get off the table and was running and dodging goblets to get back to James when he stopped. Everyone had left the table, and a servant was clearing the dishes. Sirius poked a woman in the hand with a toothpick when she attempted to remove the tablecloth, and she backed away and ran back to the kitchen.
The candles were dimming, and Sirius sat down in the middle of the empty table and drummed his fingers against it. He sighed, looked around for a clock, and then took a deep breath.
"JAAAAMMES POTTTERR!!!!!!!! He shouted as loud as he could. He heard laughter and the Potter family came back in, having seen the Lupins off. James shook his head, as Sirius colored slightly with embarrassment. He ignored James offering to put him back in his pocket, and began to climb down an elaborately carved table leg, panting with effort as he reached the bottom, the Potters all watching him bemusedly. He glared again, and they walked, all be it slowly, out.
"Now where am I suppose to sleep?" he asked Mr. Potter with a semblance of trying to be polite. Mr. Potter glanced down to calf level to see Sirius. "It's just up a few floors." He replied. They reached the stairway, where Sirius made it up two steps before accepting James' offer of help.
"Oh, boys, it would probably be better if you two would wait in James' room for a moment."
They walked down the hall a bit, and waited there, till they her a scream.
"NOOOO!!!! NO, NO, No!" They heard. "He can't!!!" Someone sobbed. "He'll mess it up!"
James gave a groan of recognition, as they heard someone stomping angrily down the hall. Walter came gliding in, his charge having 'left the building', so to speak, and lowered himself into a chair.
"What's happening?" James whispered. Walter seemed to be carefully choosing his words and was about to reply when Mr. Potter interrupted him, calling for the boys.
They entered a room Sirius had never been in before, and he looked around with interest.
It was a high-ceilinged paneled room, but it was empty except for one thing.
A four-story mansion, though miniature in size, was the center and over-powering feature of the room. It was a dollhouse, but it was like none that Sirius had ever heard of.
Magical dollhouses are nothing like muggle ones, and this one was particularly beautiful. It stood nearly five feet tall, and was just like a real Victorian house with the exception of its size.
Sirius opened the small door, and found himself in a real sitting room. He tried the furniture, and thought that it was as beautiful and well crafted as anything he'd seen before. He walked around, opening cupboards and closets. He found the library and stared open-mouthed at a book he pulled of the shelf. It was a real novel, leather bound. He looked at the title "The I-li-ad" he read out, and placed it carefully back on the shelf.
Everything was perfectly his size, and he immediately resolved to stay small for the rest of his life.
He ran back down the carpeted steps and exited out the door, face glowing slightly.
"I take it that you like it." Mr. Potter said.
Sirius nodded absently, just as the door to the room opened again. Mrs. Potter walked in, slim long fingers on the shoulders of a small little girl. The raven-hair child looked around for a moment, then spotted him on the floor, and gave a look that would have set Dumbledore shaking in his boots, at least from Sirius' point of view. He dashed over to James, and looked up. James bent down.
"Who is that?" Sirius whispered, while trying to look unconcerned and casual.
"Marie." James answered. "She's my cousin."
"And, why does she want me dead?" asked Sirius.
"Oh, it's not you. It's just that this is her dollhouse right now, and...well..." James trailed off.
"Come on now, dear, say hello to James' friend now!" Mrs. Potter said, with a forced cheerfulness in her voice as she looked at the little girl.
A scowl spread across Marie's face, in a manner that Sirius thought only he could accomplish, and she glared at him, as if wishing him into non- existence, or extreme pain.
He gulped. How was it that the girls he met were all psycho?!? First his obsessive mother, then Lily, now this. He was smart, top of his class, in fact. Why couldn't he avoid characters like this?
She just glared at him.
"Um, hi!" Sirius said. "Um..." He gulped again. Mr. Potter gestured slightly, urging him to continue. "Um...this is a beautiful house! I swear I'll take care of it. I won't touch anything. *Said as he crossed his fingers behind his back.*
"See!" Mrs. Potter said, a bright smile on her face. "He promised he'll take care of it. And he's just going to be sleeping here, you can still play during the day!"
Marie's small face twisted angrily, and she stomped out. Sirius got the feeling he had just acquired a mortal enemy.
"Well, I want you boys to get some sleep. Don't stay up all night." Mr. Potter said, and then left.
James yawned. "I'm off the bed. 'Night." He said.
Sirius stretched, then walked back to the door of his temporary home, and walked in. Little magic candles and lanterns had come on, and he wandered up different staircases, some carpeted, some stone, and eventually found the master bedroom.
He had free run of a mansion, one that was the right size for him as well. Life was good again.
Okay, just thought I'd clear it up. The adults in this story are just called 'Mr.' and 'Mrs.'. Why? Because Sirius doesn't know their first names, that's why. I know he's not stupid; he's just too lazy to really care, or even to notice that he doesn't know.
Next chapter: You'll have to read to find out!
Reviews:
Sarah aka Hobbit in Guard: Thanks for reviewing again! I do love getting suggestions for stories, and who doesn't love a psycho pet every once in a while!
*(): Thanks for reviewing!
Dream and Write: Thanks so much for the compliments! I'll look into that!
Thanks to those who read, and also to those who review! Would you believe, this is probably the first thing that I have ever written for the fun of it. The only things I've done before have been essays for school!
Is anyone out there? I am so very lonely here. Please Review! Even if you just put 'read it'. Thanks.
They were soon called down to dinner, to a small family dining room off the kitchens. Sirius found himself sitting on a miniature chair next to a little table of similar size, both of which had been placed on the regular table. He glared around, preferring to suffer than to be taken pity on.
Remus immediately ran to greet his parents, and sat down in between them and his sister. Remus and Isabella began talking at the same time, effectively drowning out what the other was saying.
Sirius sighed. He couldn't see how the older Lupins could stand to be in a house with the two of them, nor how they had managed to have such talkative children, being so quiet themselves. Remus was normally quiet, but he never talked more than when he was with his family.
Sirius looked around, trying to find someone else to listen to while everyone was waiting for his or her food.
"So how is the Ministry going?" Mr. Lupin asked. Mr. Potter immediately set off on a passionate diatribe on incompetent officials and over blown egos.
Sirius stared at him grumpily, not taking in a detail of what was said. If there was anything Sirius hated (and didn't understand) it was politics.
"Ughhh...." Sirius moaned. He looked around again.
James was staring at Lily. He was slowly starting to drool.
"Should I get you a napkin?" Sirius snapped. "Or maybe we need to ask the cook to hurry with the food."
James blinked. Then he went back to staring.
Sirius hated his life.
They ate, then, as Sirius put it "wasted hours of their lives, that will never be returned to them, in useless conversation."
Finally they got up, after listening to two hours worth of Sirius' asking when they were going to be finished. He had eventually stooped to walking around on the table to the edges of people's plates, and making faces at them while they tried to eat their chicken. Lily had to be ripped away growling as she attempted to squash him with her dinner plate.
He had made it to Mr. Potter's plate, after being disappointed at his staring not affecting James in the least, when Mr. Potter decided it was time for bed.
Sirius cheered, glad to finally get off the table and was running and dodging goblets to get back to James when he stopped. Everyone had left the table, and a servant was clearing the dishes. Sirius poked a woman in the hand with a toothpick when she attempted to remove the tablecloth, and she backed away and ran back to the kitchen.
The candles were dimming, and Sirius sat down in the middle of the empty table and drummed his fingers against it. He sighed, looked around for a clock, and then took a deep breath.
"JAAAAMMES POTTTERR!!!!!!!! He shouted as loud as he could. He heard laughter and the Potter family came back in, having seen the Lupins off. James shook his head, as Sirius colored slightly with embarrassment. He ignored James offering to put him back in his pocket, and began to climb down an elaborately carved table leg, panting with effort as he reached the bottom, the Potters all watching him bemusedly. He glared again, and they walked, all be it slowly, out.
"Now where am I suppose to sleep?" he asked Mr. Potter with a semblance of trying to be polite. Mr. Potter glanced down to calf level to see Sirius. "It's just up a few floors." He replied. They reached the stairway, where Sirius made it up two steps before accepting James' offer of help.
"Oh, boys, it would probably be better if you two would wait in James' room for a moment."
They walked down the hall a bit, and waited there, till they her a scream.
"NOOOO!!!! NO, NO, No!" They heard. "He can't!!!" Someone sobbed. "He'll mess it up!"
James gave a groan of recognition, as they heard someone stomping angrily down the hall. Walter came gliding in, his charge having 'left the building', so to speak, and lowered himself into a chair.
"What's happening?" James whispered. Walter seemed to be carefully choosing his words and was about to reply when Mr. Potter interrupted him, calling for the boys.
They entered a room Sirius had never been in before, and he looked around with interest.
It was a high-ceilinged paneled room, but it was empty except for one thing.
A four-story mansion, though miniature in size, was the center and over-powering feature of the room. It was a dollhouse, but it was like none that Sirius had ever heard of.
Magical dollhouses are nothing like muggle ones, and this one was particularly beautiful. It stood nearly five feet tall, and was just like a real Victorian house with the exception of its size.
Sirius opened the small door, and found himself in a real sitting room. He tried the furniture, and thought that it was as beautiful and well crafted as anything he'd seen before. He walked around, opening cupboards and closets. He found the library and stared open-mouthed at a book he pulled of the shelf. It was a real novel, leather bound. He looked at the title "The I-li-ad" he read out, and placed it carefully back on the shelf.
Everything was perfectly his size, and he immediately resolved to stay small for the rest of his life.
He ran back down the carpeted steps and exited out the door, face glowing slightly.
"I take it that you like it." Mr. Potter said.
Sirius nodded absently, just as the door to the room opened again. Mrs. Potter walked in, slim long fingers on the shoulders of a small little girl. The raven-hair child looked around for a moment, then spotted him on the floor, and gave a look that would have set Dumbledore shaking in his boots, at least from Sirius' point of view. He dashed over to James, and looked up. James bent down.
"Who is that?" Sirius whispered, while trying to look unconcerned and casual.
"Marie." James answered. "She's my cousin."
"And, why does she want me dead?" asked Sirius.
"Oh, it's not you. It's just that this is her dollhouse right now, and...well..." James trailed off.
"Come on now, dear, say hello to James' friend now!" Mrs. Potter said, with a forced cheerfulness in her voice as she looked at the little girl.
A scowl spread across Marie's face, in a manner that Sirius thought only he could accomplish, and she glared at him, as if wishing him into non- existence, or extreme pain.
He gulped. How was it that the girls he met were all psycho?!? First his obsessive mother, then Lily, now this. He was smart, top of his class, in fact. Why couldn't he avoid characters like this?
She just glared at him.
"Um, hi!" Sirius said. "Um..." He gulped again. Mr. Potter gestured slightly, urging him to continue. "Um...this is a beautiful house! I swear I'll take care of it. I won't touch anything. *Said as he crossed his fingers behind his back.*
"See!" Mrs. Potter said, a bright smile on her face. "He promised he'll take care of it. And he's just going to be sleeping here, you can still play during the day!"
Marie's small face twisted angrily, and she stomped out. Sirius got the feeling he had just acquired a mortal enemy.
"Well, I want you boys to get some sleep. Don't stay up all night." Mr. Potter said, and then left.
James yawned. "I'm off the bed. 'Night." He said.
Sirius stretched, then walked back to the door of his temporary home, and walked in. Little magic candles and lanterns had come on, and he wandered up different staircases, some carpeted, some stone, and eventually found the master bedroom.
He had free run of a mansion, one that was the right size for him as well. Life was good again.
Okay, just thought I'd clear it up. The adults in this story are just called 'Mr.' and 'Mrs.'. Why? Because Sirius doesn't know their first names, that's why. I know he's not stupid; he's just too lazy to really care, or even to notice that he doesn't know.
Next chapter: You'll have to read to find out!
Reviews:
Sarah aka Hobbit in Guard: Thanks for reviewing again! I do love getting suggestions for stories, and who doesn't love a psycho pet every once in a while!
*(): Thanks for reviewing!
Dream and Write: Thanks so much for the compliments! I'll look into that!