Prologue
Well, I guess you want to know who you're talking to first. I'm Sirius Black. I'm seventeen years old and go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I've attended for just over six years, since this is the beginning of my seventh. I have lots of friends, but three you should know about in particular: James Potter (my number one never challenged best friend) Remus Lupin (my quiet book-worm friend. He actually has the power to make me feel guilty), and Peter Pettigrew (sort of the tag along, but he's been our friend for as long as I can remember and I'd kill for him just as much for my other two friends). Together, we're the Marauders, holding secrets you couldn't imagine of.
James is Head Boy. I honestly have no idea how that happened. He's always been more of a Quidditch fiend although he has always been good at everything he tries. He has everything he wants except his heartthrob, Lily Evans. Green-eyed, fiery-haired Head Girl with attitude to match. She acts like she hates James, but I think she likes him deep down. James had raven, messy black hair. I'm serious (seriously) that hair does not stay flat. He's got a good build from Quidditch and hazel eyes and a smile that drives girls nuts (but not as much as mine).
Remus was prefect in fifth and sixth year but got beat by James in seventh. He's always quiet and had his nose stuck in a book. He doesn't like our pranks; but of course he takes part in them. We force him to but I know he loves us anyway. He's got sandy brown hair, sort of curly and gets in his eyes sometimes, then he cuts it, which I don't get. Girl like your hair in your eyes. He's shorter than James and I, who stand proudly at 6'1". He's about 5'10" or maybe 5'11" the most. He's thinner too but not gangly or anything. He has amber eyes and it hurts to say they show much more maturity than his years.
Peter, like I said, is the tag along. Not all that good at magic but he's our friend and we stick together. Not one girlfriend I can think of. He's got wispy blonde hair which is even starting to bald at his young age. He's got watery blue eyes and a sort of mousy face. He's shorter than the rest of us at about 5'6" and is a bit rounder too.
And I've already told you who I am. I'm Sirius Black. I'm 6'1" like I already said as well, and even if I'm not on the Quidditch team, I still have a well sculpted body. I have dark hair that falls lazily into my almost black eyes. It almost reached my collar but not quite. My skin is a tad bit darker than James's but not tanned enough to be considered anything out of the English ordinary. And to basically describe my face: I have Greek features and my famous lopsided smile drives almost all girls crazy with desire.
Together we are the infamous Marauders. I'm trying not to be an arrogant dumb arse like James is, but we really do rule the school. Well, most of it anyway. Lily Evans we don't rule over. I make sure to remind James of that very often but he has just a good of an argument to put up against me. I can't get the girl I want either.
That's right. I, Sirius Black, want someone. ACTUALLY want them. I mean, the other girls don't count. Sure I've been around the Quidditch pitch a couple times... actually quite a few times, but those don't matter. It was all to get her jealous. But it never works. Dew Méndez. *sigh* I'm obsessed. Ever since the first day of first year. Oh, her name first. I know it's weird but that isn't her real name. You see, her dad is Spanish and her mom is Italian. Some how they ended up in England, don't ask me how. Anyway, they gave her a typical Spanish name: Rocío (Ro-SEE-oh). It's normal in Spain and it's quite pretty. It means in general purity, innocence and beauty. Translated into English (since no one could get her name) it's Dewdrop. So ever since the first night at Hogwarts, she's been a shortened version: Dew. Her nickname and she even writes it on tests and essays and signatures... not that I check or anything. She's the most beautiful thing. She's got blond hair at about her shoulder blades to mid back in layers and it's perfectly straight. Pale skin with the cutest spray of freckles across her nose. The most crystal blue eyes you've ever seen and a dazzling smile. She did her name well. Rocío Immaculada Méndez.
Yes, she's popular. She's actually seen as the popular good-girl. Even though she's not such a good girl. She acts like a little angel (hell, she is an angel) and is very conservative around guys even if her skirt is short and her shirt is tight. Her body is amazing, though. Gorgeous legs and skinny. James says she doesn't have such great curves but what does he know. she is part of the nonofficial male Quidditch player cheerleading squad. At all the Gryffindor games, she and her friends cheer for the guys on the team, which sort of annoys the girls on the team. So I always have a nice view of her. But she never seems to notice me. I smile at her, and she knows I'm there but she only gives me the 'Try harder, you can't have me' look. It drives me insane. But I've heard around school she wants a steady boyfriend and I'm not known for being all that steady. So I'm going to work on it. I'll try to change. She isn't one of those people you can just forget...
Like her twin sister. Did I mention she has one? I almost forgot about her. Rose Méndez. Don't know if her name is longer or anything. She and her sister are not at all alike. Too bad. Rose is on the Quidditch team. She's keeper. A very good one. I can't remember a goal she's let by in the past two years. Even if she is on the team, she's sort of one of those people you forget. I almost forgot her. And she's related to my heart's desire. Rose annoys me. See, whenever I try to make a move on her sister (by the way, Dew hates Rose but who can blame her) Dew will give me the trademark 'You can't have me look' and if Rose happens to be around and I actually acknowledge her presence, her look is always the 'oh Merlin, you are such a show off and I feel like I want to puke.' We always manage to get into minor spats if I ever talk to her but it seems she always comes out with the last laugh. She has a never ending storage of comebacks in her brain somewhere.
Even so and with her excellent grades, she's just sort of invisible. Part of the background. Not many friends. I don't think she has any friends at all, actually. She's got her mother's Italian in her. Darker skin and dark brown, almost black hair. I don't know how long it is or the texture. It's always in a tight bun. It never comes down. I wonder if she sleeps with it like that. And even with it out of her face, I still haven't checked to see what color eyes she has. Probably muddy color or something. I can't tell what type of body she has. She's about an inch or so shorter than Dew. Dew is about 5'7½" so that would make Rose about 5'6". She's not fat but she wears layers and layers of clothes and her skirt is up to her knees. It's an outrage to men in general. Never makeup... but I guess nothing could really help her anyway.
Dew helps herself. Always a makeup person. Tries to look her best. Makes sure to laugh a lot, even if it might be fake sometimes. But only sometimes. Not all the time. I just wish one of those times, I could make her laugh. That she could look my way for once and see that I want to be with her... That I'm just as real as she is.
Author's Note:
IS Dew really real? *suspenseful music plays*
This is my first Sirius fic. I've showed it to some of my friends and they don't get the pairing but you will later. You MUST read and review if you want me to write more. Also, tell me whether I should write the rest in sirius's point of view or from just third person.
Feel free to e-mail me as well. remember... READ AND REVIEW PLEASE!!!!!!
Well, I guess you want to know who you're talking to first. I'm Sirius Black. I'm seventeen years old and go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I've attended for just over six years, since this is the beginning of my seventh. I have lots of friends, but three you should know about in particular: James Potter (my number one never challenged best friend) Remus Lupin (my quiet book-worm friend. He actually has the power to make me feel guilty), and Peter Pettigrew (sort of the tag along, but he's been our friend for as long as I can remember and I'd kill for him just as much for my other two friends). Together, we're the Marauders, holding secrets you couldn't imagine of.
James is Head Boy. I honestly have no idea how that happened. He's always been more of a Quidditch fiend although he has always been good at everything he tries. He has everything he wants except his heartthrob, Lily Evans. Green-eyed, fiery-haired Head Girl with attitude to match. She acts like she hates James, but I think she likes him deep down. James had raven, messy black hair. I'm serious (seriously) that hair does not stay flat. He's got a good build from Quidditch and hazel eyes and a smile that drives girls nuts (but not as much as mine).
Remus was prefect in fifth and sixth year but got beat by James in seventh. He's always quiet and had his nose stuck in a book. He doesn't like our pranks; but of course he takes part in them. We force him to but I know he loves us anyway. He's got sandy brown hair, sort of curly and gets in his eyes sometimes, then he cuts it, which I don't get. Girl like your hair in your eyes. He's shorter than James and I, who stand proudly at 6'1". He's about 5'10" or maybe 5'11" the most. He's thinner too but not gangly or anything. He has amber eyes and it hurts to say they show much more maturity than his years.
Peter, like I said, is the tag along. Not all that good at magic but he's our friend and we stick together. Not one girlfriend I can think of. He's got wispy blonde hair which is even starting to bald at his young age. He's got watery blue eyes and a sort of mousy face. He's shorter than the rest of us at about 5'6" and is a bit rounder too.
And I've already told you who I am. I'm Sirius Black. I'm 6'1" like I already said as well, and even if I'm not on the Quidditch team, I still have a well sculpted body. I have dark hair that falls lazily into my almost black eyes. It almost reached my collar but not quite. My skin is a tad bit darker than James's but not tanned enough to be considered anything out of the English ordinary. And to basically describe my face: I have Greek features and my famous lopsided smile drives almost all girls crazy with desire.
Together we are the infamous Marauders. I'm trying not to be an arrogant dumb arse like James is, but we really do rule the school. Well, most of it anyway. Lily Evans we don't rule over. I make sure to remind James of that very often but he has just a good of an argument to put up against me. I can't get the girl I want either.
That's right. I, Sirius Black, want someone. ACTUALLY want them. I mean, the other girls don't count. Sure I've been around the Quidditch pitch a couple times... actually quite a few times, but those don't matter. It was all to get her jealous. But it never works. Dew Méndez. *sigh* I'm obsessed. Ever since the first day of first year. Oh, her name first. I know it's weird but that isn't her real name. You see, her dad is Spanish and her mom is Italian. Some how they ended up in England, don't ask me how. Anyway, they gave her a typical Spanish name: Rocío (Ro-SEE-oh). It's normal in Spain and it's quite pretty. It means in general purity, innocence and beauty. Translated into English (since no one could get her name) it's Dewdrop. So ever since the first night at Hogwarts, she's been a shortened version: Dew. Her nickname and she even writes it on tests and essays and signatures... not that I check or anything. She's the most beautiful thing. She's got blond hair at about her shoulder blades to mid back in layers and it's perfectly straight. Pale skin with the cutest spray of freckles across her nose. The most crystal blue eyes you've ever seen and a dazzling smile. She did her name well. Rocío Immaculada Méndez.
Yes, she's popular. She's actually seen as the popular good-girl. Even though she's not such a good girl. She acts like a little angel (hell, she is an angel) and is very conservative around guys even if her skirt is short and her shirt is tight. Her body is amazing, though. Gorgeous legs and skinny. James says she doesn't have such great curves but what does he know. she is part of the nonofficial male Quidditch player cheerleading squad. At all the Gryffindor games, she and her friends cheer for the guys on the team, which sort of annoys the girls on the team. So I always have a nice view of her. But she never seems to notice me. I smile at her, and she knows I'm there but she only gives me the 'Try harder, you can't have me' look. It drives me insane. But I've heard around school she wants a steady boyfriend and I'm not known for being all that steady. So I'm going to work on it. I'll try to change. She isn't one of those people you can just forget...
Like her twin sister. Did I mention she has one? I almost forgot about her. Rose Méndez. Don't know if her name is longer or anything. She and her sister are not at all alike. Too bad. Rose is on the Quidditch team. She's keeper. A very good one. I can't remember a goal she's let by in the past two years. Even if she is on the team, she's sort of one of those people you forget. I almost forgot her. And she's related to my heart's desire. Rose annoys me. See, whenever I try to make a move on her sister (by the way, Dew hates Rose but who can blame her) Dew will give me the trademark 'You can't have me look' and if Rose happens to be around and I actually acknowledge her presence, her look is always the 'oh Merlin, you are such a show off and I feel like I want to puke.' We always manage to get into minor spats if I ever talk to her but it seems she always comes out with the last laugh. She has a never ending storage of comebacks in her brain somewhere.
Even so and with her excellent grades, she's just sort of invisible. Part of the background. Not many friends. I don't think she has any friends at all, actually. She's got her mother's Italian in her. Darker skin and dark brown, almost black hair. I don't know how long it is or the texture. It's always in a tight bun. It never comes down. I wonder if she sleeps with it like that. And even with it out of her face, I still haven't checked to see what color eyes she has. Probably muddy color or something. I can't tell what type of body she has. She's about an inch or so shorter than Dew. Dew is about 5'7½" so that would make Rose about 5'6". She's not fat but she wears layers and layers of clothes and her skirt is up to her knees. It's an outrage to men in general. Never makeup... but I guess nothing could really help her anyway.
Dew helps herself. Always a makeup person. Tries to look her best. Makes sure to laugh a lot, even if it might be fake sometimes. But only sometimes. Not all the time. I just wish one of those times, I could make her laugh. That she could look my way for once and see that I want to be with her... That I'm just as real as she is.
Author's Note:
IS Dew really real? *suspenseful music plays*
This is my first Sirius fic. I've showed it to some of my friends and they don't get the pairing but you will later. You MUST read and review if you want me to write more. Also, tell me whether I should write the rest in sirius's point of view or from just third person.
Feel free to e-mail me as well. remember... READ AND REVIEW PLEASE!!!!!!