Alrighty now. Seventh chapter!
Disclaimer: Always have to start with these things. I own a few things in life. But I don't own the characters or anything in this story that is J.K. Rowling's. Anything else may be mine, influenced by other things of course, or it may not. Oh, again, Review, please, please review. It would mean so much to me if I knew someone was reading it. _______________________________________________________________________
Sirius began to let up running, realizing that no one was following him. In fact, no one had been chasing him to begin with, but when you where small enough to be easily trampled to death with a single footstep of someone normal-sized, you grew cautious.
He had been running for a while, but had only made it down the hall from the breakfast room.
A door shut downstairs, and he heard someone running up the stone steps to his floor. Remus appeared moments later, heading for the breakfast room. He stopped when he saw Sirius, and attempted poorly to mask his laughter before walking over, footsteps seeming heavy to a pint- sized Sirius as he moved across the old wood. He sat down, and Sirius could see the questions beginning to form in his brain.
"Look, I had a rather bad night..."
"I can tell."
"...and I could use a lift back to my room." Sirius finished.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Remus asked, in a concerned manner, ha had never seen Sirius look so out of it before. It was like entering the Twilight Zone.
"Monsters, Remus. There are monsters wandering this house at night. Did you know this?" Sirius looked around, almost as if he was nervous, then looked up at Remus.
Remus looked distant for a moment, then looked away.
"What kind of monsters?" He asked slowly.
"Strange, dark monsters..." He said distantly, then "You don't want to know. Can I have that lift now?" He jumped on Remus' shoe not waiting for a response, and balanced on it like a surfboard as Remus walked resignedly to wherever Sirius directed him to.
Back in his room, Sirius opened the front door to his house and raced up the staircases, eager to get changed before Marie found him here.
Suddenly, he remembered that all of his clothing and belongings were still in James' room, and were all still James' size.
He sighed despondently, and was pulling out the same clothes he had worn yesterday, when he stopped. Directly in front of him were two large paneled doors. Closet doors. There were books provided in this house, even cooking utensils, (though Sirius thought it rather fishy that there was no stove), why shouldn't there be real clothes in a closet? He decided, with little deliberation, that it merited closer inspection.
Standing up, he tried a doorknob. The door opened, revealing its contents.
Clothes covered the shelves*. There were many robes of all different colors. There were suits of armor. There were clothes fit for an admiral hundreds of years ago. There were Victorian suits.
Sirius smiled quietly. There had definitely been some well-dressed dolls in this place. Eagerly, he began pulling things of the closet.
__Over an hour later__
"Now, man, retrieve my scabbard so I may rescue the aggrieved damsel." Sirius was dressed in eighteenth century pants and jacket, with a scarf around the collar.* He was sitting at a desk and was leaning back in the chair, pointing randomly to different objects and speaking to an imaginary butler*. He'd been at it for nearly a half hour, playing different parts depending on what he was wearing. He particularly liked this one.
No one standing outside of the house could be sure what accent Sirius was trying for. Maybe southern, maybe over-British*. It was impossible to tell, anyways. They had all come in the room to be sure that Sirius was all right, if you didn't hear from him in a while, you could safely assume that something was wrong. He had been missing for nearly an hour when James had walked in the room, and he had been too bemused to make his presence known. Within a few minutes almost the entire household was standing in front of the little mansion.
James sighed lightly, after a loud crash that sounded like Sirius had found the sword in the armor's scabbard. He winced as a second crash quickly followed the first, and rapped on the window, deciding that saving the bookshelves was better than having blackmail against Sirius for the rest of his life.
Silence immediately took over the room, and a head was stuck out of the window.
It was unrecognizable, though they all knew it to be their pint-sized friend (or enemy). It seemed Sirius had donned the knight's helmet, whether or not it would require attention to get it off was the pressing thought on Mr. Potter's mind.
"Uhhh...hi..." Sirius said. James slowly shook his head. Sirius had always been rather eccentric, but this was beyond even his usual behavior.
"Hello." James said. Marie glared at him now, she had been all for throwing open the wall and tossing Sirius out of her precious dollhouse.
James shivered. No wonder Sirius had been afraid, he was beginning to think his cousin was capable of great evil at six years old. She glared again. He realized something. Marie wasn't evil alone; she clearly had been taking lessons from Lily. This new revelation made her even more terrifying.
Scary new ideas began to form in his mind...if Lily had formed an alliance with one of his relatives, she would be able to torture him in new and frightening ways. There were some things that he had blackmailed or begged most of his family into keeping their silence about when Lily had moved to Domleo...but he hadn't ever thought of Marie.
His thoughts were suddenly interrupted, as Sirius had formed a slight commotion by falling out of his window. His helmeted head had proved too heavy when he leaned out to see who else was in the room watching him.
Fortunately, Mr. Potter had caught him with still lightning-fast Quidditch reflexes a second before he hit the floor. He sat Sirius right side up on the floor, and the somewhat humiliated teenager began to struggle with the helmet, overcompensating when it came loose and falling to the floor.
James decided to save Sirius from the scheming looks of Marie and Lily, not to mention further embarrassment from everyone else.
"Hey, does anyone want to go down to the lake?" He asked.
There was a general positive agreement from most everyone in the room, and they began filing out.
"Oh, Walter, can you come with me for a minute?" James asked, and then as the ghost glided closer whispered as well as he could into his ear. "Can you keep a watch on Sirius for me, please? Just make sure he doesn't light anything on fire or break his neck on anything."
Sir Swift nodded in agreement, kind eyes sweeping down to the irate youth on the floor. "And perhaps we could arrange for Mr. Black to be dressed in clothes more befitting to this time period?" He asked.
James was nodding and then jumped. "Oh, right, I completely forgot, let me find my dad." he said as he jogged out of the room.
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*Imagine it! Shelves in the closet. Happy thought indeed. : P –anyone here seen Pride and Prejudice?
Again, think Jane Austen.
Okay, the thing about talking to objects and imaginary butlers was sorta from Eddie Murphy on the Haunted Mansion....don't own that either, or Jane Austen's works. Also, I have an accent in mind, I just don't know how to describe it. Any suggestions?
Reviews:
Dark Lady of Slytherin
Review #1: Thank you so much for reviewing. When did I mention Lily & Severus? I'm sorry, but I think you mentioned I did...but I can't remember doing so...I guess I should go back and see. As for me, I do think Severus needs a girl, but I'm still canon and all for Lily and James. But thanks for being my 7th reviewer!
Review #2: I apologize. I put personal thoughts in there because I don't mind them, but it doesn't make for good writing so I will try and stop doing so. I use the inches because I am American, and the Metric system is difficult to grasp having grown up differently...but I'll get my calculator...There are 30.48 centimeters in 12 inches. I don't use British terms because I am unfamiliar with them, if you would like to give me some examples I'd love the help.
Review #3: It was rushed. I am sorry. This is the first time I've written anything for the fun of it, instead of for school, but I'll try to do better.
Review #4: Thank you. I always thought of the Potters as being wealthy, and it was a good backdrop. Have you ever seen The Secret Garden, the recent one? That's kind of the house I think of, that and the Tower of Terror in Florida, don't know why though... An old Scottish or Irish castle, with a fortress in the middle, and the rest built up around that.... that's my mental picture, I guess.
Review #5: I will. Thank you for telling me.
Review #6: 'Cause she doesn't like Sirius. I've got more ideas for this... I meant for the first part of that chapter to be in italics, but I don't think it worked...
Justin Saine
Review #1 Thank you so much! It's suspenseful? I'm honored! Hey, and my real name's not 'From the Silent Planet' either, so that's ok... ;-P
Review #2 Thanks again! I've been trying to come up with more creative disclaimers; I hit a wall on this one. I'll have to find some more poems I like, so I can mutilate them into disclaimers...
If anyone doesn't want a response to their review please say so.
Thank you for sticking with the story. Comments are very appreciated, so feel free to give them.
Disclaimer: Always have to start with these things. I own a few things in life. But I don't own the characters or anything in this story that is J.K. Rowling's. Anything else may be mine, influenced by other things of course, or it may not. Oh, again, Review, please, please review. It would mean so much to me if I knew someone was reading it. _______________________________________________________________________
Sirius began to let up running, realizing that no one was following him. In fact, no one had been chasing him to begin with, but when you where small enough to be easily trampled to death with a single footstep of someone normal-sized, you grew cautious.
He had been running for a while, but had only made it down the hall from the breakfast room.
A door shut downstairs, and he heard someone running up the stone steps to his floor. Remus appeared moments later, heading for the breakfast room. He stopped when he saw Sirius, and attempted poorly to mask his laughter before walking over, footsteps seeming heavy to a pint- sized Sirius as he moved across the old wood. He sat down, and Sirius could see the questions beginning to form in his brain.
"Look, I had a rather bad night..."
"I can tell."
"...and I could use a lift back to my room." Sirius finished.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Remus asked, in a concerned manner, ha had never seen Sirius look so out of it before. It was like entering the Twilight Zone.
"Monsters, Remus. There are monsters wandering this house at night. Did you know this?" Sirius looked around, almost as if he was nervous, then looked up at Remus.
Remus looked distant for a moment, then looked away.
"What kind of monsters?" He asked slowly.
"Strange, dark monsters..." He said distantly, then "You don't want to know. Can I have that lift now?" He jumped on Remus' shoe not waiting for a response, and balanced on it like a surfboard as Remus walked resignedly to wherever Sirius directed him to.
Back in his room, Sirius opened the front door to his house and raced up the staircases, eager to get changed before Marie found him here.
Suddenly, he remembered that all of his clothing and belongings were still in James' room, and were all still James' size.
He sighed despondently, and was pulling out the same clothes he had worn yesterday, when he stopped. Directly in front of him were two large paneled doors. Closet doors. There were books provided in this house, even cooking utensils, (though Sirius thought it rather fishy that there was no stove), why shouldn't there be real clothes in a closet? He decided, with little deliberation, that it merited closer inspection.
Standing up, he tried a doorknob. The door opened, revealing its contents.
Clothes covered the shelves*. There were many robes of all different colors. There were suits of armor. There were clothes fit for an admiral hundreds of years ago. There were Victorian suits.
Sirius smiled quietly. There had definitely been some well-dressed dolls in this place. Eagerly, he began pulling things of the closet.
__Over an hour later__
"Now, man, retrieve my scabbard so I may rescue the aggrieved damsel." Sirius was dressed in eighteenth century pants and jacket, with a scarf around the collar.* He was sitting at a desk and was leaning back in the chair, pointing randomly to different objects and speaking to an imaginary butler*. He'd been at it for nearly a half hour, playing different parts depending on what he was wearing. He particularly liked this one.
No one standing outside of the house could be sure what accent Sirius was trying for. Maybe southern, maybe over-British*. It was impossible to tell, anyways. They had all come in the room to be sure that Sirius was all right, if you didn't hear from him in a while, you could safely assume that something was wrong. He had been missing for nearly an hour when James had walked in the room, and he had been too bemused to make his presence known. Within a few minutes almost the entire household was standing in front of the little mansion.
James sighed lightly, after a loud crash that sounded like Sirius had found the sword in the armor's scabbard. He winced as a second crash quickly followed the first, and rapped on the window, deciding that saving the bookshelves was better than having blackmail against Sirius for the rest of his life.
Silence immediately took over the room, and a head was stuck out of the window.
It was unrecognizable, though they all knew it to be their pint-sized friend (or enemy). It seemed Sirius had donned the knight's helmet, whether or not it would require attention to get it off was the pressing thought on Mr. Potter's mind.
"Uhhh...hi..." Sirius said. James slowly shook his head. Sirius had always been rather eccentric, but this was beyond even his usual behavior.
"Hello." James said. Marie glared at him now, she had been all for throwing open the wall and tossing Sirius out of her precious dollhouse.
James shivered. No wonder Sirius had been afraid, he was beginning to think his cousin was capable of great evil at six years old. She glared again. He realized something. Marie wasn't evil alone; she clearly had been taking lessons from Lily. This new revelation made her even more terrifying.
Scary new ideas began to form in his mind...if Lily had formed an alliance with one of his relatives, she would be able to torture him in new and frightening ways. There were some things that he had blackmailed or begged most of his family into keeping their silence about when Lily had moved to Domleo...but he hadn't ever thought of Marie.
His thoughts were suddenly interrupted, as Sirius had formed a slight commotion by falling out of his window. His helmeted head had proved too heavy when he leaned out to see who else was in the room watching him.
Fortunately, Mr. Potter had caught him with still lightning-fast Quidditch reflexes a second before he hit the floor. He sat Sirius right side up on the floor, and the somewhat humiliated teenager began to struggle with the helmet, overcompensating when it came loose and falling to the floor.
James decided to save Sirius from the scheming looks of Marie and Lily, not to mention further embarrassment from everyone else.
"Hey, does anyone want to go down to the lake?" He asked.
There was a general positive agreement from most everyone in the room, and they began filing out.
"Oh, Walter, can you come with me for a minute?" James asked, and then as the ghost glided closer whispered as well as he could into his ear. "Can you keep a watch on Sirius for me, please? Just make sure he doesn't light anything on fire or break his neck on anything."
Sir Swift nodded in agreement, kind eyes sweeping down to the irate youth on the floor. "And perhaps we could arrange for Mr. Black to be dressed in clothes more befitting to this time period?" He asked.
James was nodding and then jumped. "Oh, right, I completely forgot, let me find my dad." he said as he jogged out of the room.
_______________________________________________________________________
*Imagine it! Shelves in the closet. Happy thought indeed. : P –anyone here seen Pride and Prejudice?
Again, think Jane Austen.
Okay, the thing about talking to objects and imaginary butlers was sorta from Eddie Murphy on the Haunted Mansion....don't own that either, or Jane Austen's works. Also, I have an accent in mind, I just don't know how to describe it. Any suggestions?
Reviews:
Dark Lady of Slytherin
Review #1: Thank you so much for reviewing. When did I mention Lily & Severus? I'm sorry, but I think you mentioned I did...but I can't remember doing so...I guess I should go back and see. As for me, I do think Severus needs a girl, but I'm still canon and all for Lily and James. But thanks for being my 7th reviewer!
Review #2: I apologize. I put personal thoughts in there because I don't mind them, but it doesn't make for good writing so I will try and stop doing so. I use the inches because I am American, and the Metric system is difficult to grasp having grown up differently...but I'll get my calculator...There are 30.48 centimeters in 12 inches. I don't use British terms because I am unfamiliar with them, if you would like to give me some examples I'd love the help.
Review #3: It was rushed. I am sorry. This is the first time I've written anything for the fun of it, instead of for school, but I'll try to do better.
Review #4: Thank you. I always thought of the Potters as being wealthy, and it was a good backdrop. Have you ever seen The Secret Garden, the recent one? That's kind of the house I think of, that and the Tower of Terror in Florida, don't know why though... An old Scottish or Irish castle, with a fortress in the middle, and the rest built up around that.... that's my mental picture, I guess.
Review #5: I will. Thank you for telling me.
Review #6: 'Cause she doesn't like Sirius. I've got more ideas for this... I meant for the first part of that chapter to be in italics, but I don't think it worked...
Justin Saine
Review #1 Thank you so much! It's suspenseful? I'm honored! Hey, and my real name's not 'From the Silent Planet' either, so that's ok... ;-P
Review #2 Thanks again! I've been trying to come up with more creative disclaimers; I hit a wall on this one. I'll have to find some more poems I like, so I can mutilate them into disclaimers...
If anyone doesn't want a response to their review please say so.
Thank you for sticking with the story. Comments are very appreciated, so feel free to give them.