A/N- Thanks to the few who reviewed and I changed my first two chapters how
you thought I should. I also thought I should mention that the Brooke in
this story is not me, I based it on one of the authors I've been talking
to, Brooke Kenobi. You should check out her stuff it's great.
Disclaimer: Don't own just like, no money is being made.
Chapter 3
The horseless carriages came to a halt in front of Hogwarts, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione hopped out and headed for the stone steps leading into the entrance hall.
"I hope they hurry with the sorting, I'm starving." Ron stated as his stomach gave a huge grumble.
"Well if you want to kill some time then I have an idea of what to do." Hermione said seductivly.
"Really,........... what did you have in mind?" Ron questioned.
"Can you guys at least wait until I'm out of earshot to talk about this kind of stuff?" Harry answered with distaste, "And while we are on the subject, no kissing or talking about it in front of me!"
"Harry, get your mind out of the gutter, I'm talking about going down to the kitchens to further my campaign on a S.P.E.W.!" Hermione said indignantly.
"Yeah, she was talking about going to the kitchens." Ron repeated miserably.
Hermione ignored his tone and continued to discuss it with them. "I think I'm finally starting to get through to them! I mean I knew I would eventually, but still it is pleasing to see your hard work pay off."
There came a voice frome behind them, "Sure, your getting through to them all right. Maybe soon they will stop throwing you out everytime you go in there." The three of them wheeled around and came face-to-face with Malfoy, "If I'm not mistaken, your not supposed to even go to the kitchens. That kind of behavior could result in getting your prefect badge taken away, maybe I should report it to McGonagall." He said with malice.
Hermione's eyes widened as Harry retorted "Where is your proof. Oh that's right you don't have any." They turned on heel and walked towards the Great Hall, leaving Malfoy in his rage. Once they were out of ear shot, Harry turned to Hermione and said "He's right, you could lose you prefect badge if somebody reports it.
Hermione didn't answer she was already looking at the staff table while she walked to her seat. Harry turned his attention to the staff table also and was the first to see that Professer Lupin was back. They waved to him and Lupin gave them a small smile and a sort of half wave.
"Poor bloke," Ron said quietly, "Sirius's death must have hit him pretty hard." When Ron realized what he had said it was too late, Harry was already staring hard at the table. "Look, Harry I'm sorry I didn't mean to..."
"It's ok Ron, don't worry about it." Harry said almost inaudiable.
"No, it's not, I shouldn't have.."
Harry cut him off again but this time louder, "I said it was ok Ron, just drop it!" Ron fell silent and Harry took to looking at the first years now being sorted.
After the sorting, the feast appeared as usual but it didn't taste as good as it used to, at least........ not to Harry. He was about to spear a potato with his fork when the door leading from the Great Hall burst open. It was that strange lady and her daughter, the room quieted as the woman practically ran towards Dumbledore at the head table, her daughter at her heels. She didn't have to run far though as Dumbledore got up to meet her halfway, right across from Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
"Your back, what are you doing back!?" Dumbledore gasped although he wore a smile on his lips.
"What a lovely welcome." The lady said sarcastically. "He told me to come back, so I did."
The smile Dumbledore was wearing slowly dissappeared from his lips, but he did not say anything. Apparently he knew who this 'he' was.
"Where is he," she asked as her smile faltered a little.
"Come lets go to my office, much has happened since you left." Dumbledore said somberly.
"Not until you tell me where he is." The lady answered stubbornly and almost desperatly.
Dumbledore was still silent, clearly debating whether he should tell her or not.
Then a hoarse voice came from behind him, "He's dead." Lupin stepped out from behind Dumbledore and stared at her like she was some sort of hallucication.
"Dead?" She whispered, "NO, no he can't be dead! He promised!" Her eyes filled with tears as Dumbledore ushered her, her daughter, and Lupin to his office.
"What was that about?" Ron asked clearly at a lost for words.
"Sirius." Harry said simply.
He was starting to rise from his seat when Ron said "Come again, how could that have been about Sirius?"
"Put the facts together Ron! She was the lady we seen in the robe shop, and she said she knew my parents so she must have known Sirius." Harry almost shouted.
"Whats your point?" Ron asked, still not catching on. But Harry was already up and heading into the enterance hall leaving Ron and Hermione to scramble after him.
"What does that have to do with it?" Ron asked when they finally caught up to Harry.
Harry was now rambling "I should have known, that girl looks a lot like Sirius, she must be his daughter."
"WHAT!?" Ron screamed.
But Harry was already running down the corridor trying to catch up with Dumbledore. When he finally did the blonde haired lady was sobbing uncontrollably in front of the stone gargoyle with Dumbledore and Lupin supporting her and the girl staring at the floor. Dumbledore looked up as Harry came panting into view and said "This is about Sirius isn't it."
Dumbledore looked him in the eye and said "Yes, it's about Sirius. I guess you three should be here for this too."
They all stepped onto the moving spiral staircase going towards Dumbledore's office. Upon entering Dumbledore conjoured 6 comftorable chairs which they all took a seat in. Dumbledore looked straight at the blonde haired lady and said, "I think you should start from the beggining Brooke."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N- Hi please please please review! I want to know if I'm doing good and should continue this story, so I'll need at least 8 reviews if you want me to keep going. Even tell me if I'm doing horrible. Thanks.
Disclaimer: Don't own just like, no money is being made.
Chapter 3
The horseless carriages came to a halt in front of Hogwarts, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione hopped out and headed for the stone steps leading into the entrance hall.
"I hope they hurry with the sorting, I'm starving." Ron stated as his stomach gave a huge grumble.
"Well if you want to kill some time then I have an idea of what to do." Hermione said seductivly.
"Really,........... what did you have in mind?" Ron questioned.
"Can you guys at least wait until I'm out of earshot to talk about this kind of stuff?" Harry answered with distaste, "And while we are on the subject, no kissing or talking about it in front of me!"
"Harry, get your mind out of the gutter, I'm talking about going down to the kitchens to further my campaign on a S.P.E.W.!" Hermione said indignantly.
"Yeah, she was talking about going to the kitchens." Ron repeated miserably.
Hermione ignored his tone and continued to discuss it with them. "I think I'm finally starting to get through to them! I mean I knew I would eventually, but still it is pleasing to see your hard work pay off."
There came a voice frome behind them, "Sure, your getting through to them all right. Maybe soon they will stop throwing you out everytime you go in there." The three of them wheeled around and came face-to-face with Malfoy, "If I'm not mistaken, your not supposed to even go to the kitchens. That kind of behavior could result in getting your prefect badge taken away, maybe I should report it to McGonagall." He said with malice.
Hermione's eyes widened as Harry retorted "Where is your proof. Oh that's right you don't have any." They turned on heel and walked towards the Great Hall, leaving Malfoy in his rage. Once they were out of ear shot, Harry turned to Hermione and said "He's right, you could lose you prefect badge if somebody reports it.
Hermione didn't answer she was already looking at the staff table while she walked to her seat. Harry turned his attention to the staff table also and was the first to see that Professer Lupin was back. They waved to him and Lupin gave them a small smile and a sort of half wave.
"Poor bloke," Ron said quietly, "Sirius's death must have hit him pretty hard." When Ron realized what he had said it was too late, Harry was already staring hard at the table. "Look, Harry I'm sorry I didn't mean to..."
"It's ok Ron, don't worry about it." Harry said almost inaudiable.
"No, it's not, I shouldn't have.."
Harry cut him off again but this time louder, "I said it was ok Ron, just drop it!" Ron fell silent and Harry took to looking at the first years now being sorted.
After the sorting, the feast appeared as usual but it didn't taste as good as it used to, at least........ not to Harry. He was about to spear a potato with his fork when the door leading from the Great Hall burst open. It was that strange lady and her daughter, the room quieted as the woman practically ran towards Dumbledore at the head table, her daughter at her heels. She didn't have to run far though as Dumbledore got up to meet her halfway, right across from Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
"Your back, what are you doing back!?" Dumbledore gasped although he wore a smile on his lips.
"What a lovely welcome." The lady said sarcastically. "He told me to come back, so I did."
The smile Dumbledore was wearing slowly dissappeared from his lips, but he did not say anything. Apparently he knew who this 'he' was.
"Where is he," she asked as her smile faltered a little.
"Come lets go to my office, much has happened since you left." Dumbledore said somberly.
"Not until you tell me where he is." The lady answered stubbornly and almost desperatly.
Dumbledore was still silent, clearly debating whether he should tell her or not.
Then a hoarse voice came from behind him, "He's dead." Lupin stepped out from behind Dumbledore and stared at her like she was some sort of hallucication.
"Dead?" She whispered, "NO, no he can't be dead! He promised!" Her eyes filled with tears as Dumbledore ushered her, her daughter, and Lupin to his office.
"What was that about?" Ron asked clearly at a lost for words.
"Sirius." Harry said simply.
He was starting to rise from his seat when Ron said "Come again, how could that have been about Sirius?"
"Put the facts together Ron! She was the lady we seen in the robe shop, and she said she knew my parents so she must have known Sirius." Harry almost shouted.
"Whats your point?" Ron asked, still not catching on. But Harry was already up and heading into the enterance hall leaving Ron and Hermione to scramble after him.
"What does that have to do with it?" Ron asked when they finally caught up to Harry.
Harry was now rambling "I should have known, that girl looks a lot like Sirius, she must be his daughter."
"WHAT!?" Ron screamed.
But Harry was already running down the corridor trying to catch up with Dumbledore. When he finally did the blonde haired lady was sobbing uncontrollably in front of the stone gargoyle with Dumbledore and Lupin supporting her and the girl staring at the floor. Dumbledore looked up as Harry came panting into view and said "This is about Sirius isn't it."
Dumbledore looked him in the eye and said "Yes, it's about Sirius. I guess you three should be here for this too."
They all stepped onto the moving spiral staircase going towards Dumbledore's office. Upon entering Dumbledore conjoured 6 comftorable chairs which they all took a seat in. Dumbledore looked straight at the blonde haired lady and said, "I think you should start from the beggining Brooke."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A/N- Hi please please please review! I want to know if I'm doing good and should continue this story, so I'll need at least 8 reviews if you want me to keep going. Even tell me if I'm doing horrible. Thanks.