Yo yo yo...Yes, I'm here with the first chapter. Honestly, I spent like two
hours on it and that's it...But I like it. I hope you do too! -sappy sap
sap- I had the hardest time actually naming this fic...-sigh-
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His eyes averted at the window in the dusty study. The air was warm, yet the wind carried a soft coolness with it. 'A perfect day for a message,' he thought to himself. 'But it is Wednesday. He might just be...Busy. Yes, busy. I bet that's it.'
Sirius Black stood from the armchair, his arms instantly stretching. It became automatic these days. The boredom took completely controlled his mind this summer. His godson, Harry Potter, was with Vernon and Petunia Dursley, as well as the other fat pig by the name of Dudley. Sirius had finally decided that Harry was obviously having fun with his aunt and uncle at their nice suburbian home. Otherwise, he was quite positive that Harry would have stayed with him. Little did he know, the Boy Who Lived wasn't..Well, living, as some may put it. Harry was, unpurposely, wasting perfectly valuable time that he could have happily spent with his godfather.
Sirius turned to stare through the window once more, as if an owl was going to sweep into the room at any moment. That's why he left it open. He didn't care about the constant blasting music from his Muggle neighbors. How would they know he could hear it, anyway? They couldn't even seen his house, the poor sods. He took a step out of the study door and slowly made his way up the creaking hallway. The heads of house-elves lined the walls, making it hard to even walk near them. Sirius felt as though they were constantly glaring his way down their snout-like noses. He tried several times to remove them completely from the household, but a permanent sticking charm had been used on the back of each one.
He arrived at the end of the hallway, glad to finally pass those awful cretons plastered to the walls, and turned the doorknob in front of him. As he stepped inside the gaping room, Buckbeak the hippogriff's eyes brightened at the sight of Sirius. The winged creature took a step toward his master and nuzzled his shoulder lovingly. Sirius knew Buckbeak was fed up with this house as well, the two locked in it with only eachother. But soon Dumbledore, along with several other Hogwarts professors would be there that he remembered from years ago. The Order of the Phoenix, they called themselves. The group apparently was trying to follow Voldemort, aka He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, and his sudden disappearance. It was as though Voldie had suddenly vanished into thin air without so much as a cup of tea or a wave goodbye. Sirius patted Buckbeak on his vicious-looking silver beak gently.
"They're bound to be here soon. Don't worry," Sirius reminded his feathery friend. And with that, the man sat upon a loveseat near the wall and drifted to sleep.
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His eyes averted at the window in the dusty study. The air was warm, yet the wind carried a soft coolness with it. 'A perfect day for a message,' he thought to himself. 'But it is Wednesday. He might just be...Busy. Yes, busy. I bet that's it.'
Sirius Black stood from the armchair, his arms instantly stretching. It became automatic these days. The boredom took completely controlled his mind this summer. His godson, Harry Potter, was with Vernon and Petunia Dursley, as well as the other fat pig by the name of Dudley. Sirius had finally decided that Harry was obviously having fun with his aunt and uncle at their nice suburbian home. Otherwise, he was quite positive that Harry would have stayed with him. Little did he know, the Boy Who Lived wasn't..Well, living, as some may put it. Harry was, unpurposely, wasting perfectly valuable time that he could have happily spent with his godfather.
Sirius turned to stare through the window once more, as if an owl was going to sweep into the room at any moment. That's why he left it open. He didn't care about the constant blasting music from his Muggle neighbors. How would they know he could hear it, anyway? They couldn't even seen his house, the poor sods. He took a step out of the study door and slowly made his way up the creaking hallway. The heads of house-elves lined the walls, making it hard to even walk near them. Sirius felt as though they were constantly glaring his way down their snout-like noses. He tried several times to remove them completely from the household, but a permanent sticking charm had been used on the back of each one.
He arrived at the end of the hallway, glad to finally pass those awful cretons plastered to the walls, and turned the doorknob in front of him. As he stepped inside the gaping room, Buckbeak the hippogriff's eyes brightened at the sight of Sirius. The winged creature took a step toward his master and nuzzled his shoulder lovingly. Sirius knew Buckbeak was fed up with this house as well, the two locked in it with only eachother. But soon Dumbledore, along with several other Hogwarts professors would be there that he remembered from years ago. The Order of the Phoenix, they called themselves. The group apparently was trying to follow Voldemort, aka He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, and his sudden disappearance. It was as though Voldie had suddenly vanished into thin air without so much as a cup of tea or a wave goodbye. Sirius patted Buckbeak on his vicious-looking silver beak gently.
"They're bound to be here soon. Don't worry," Sirius reminded his feathery friend. And with that, the man sat upon a loveseat near the wall and drifted to sleep.
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Eh, eh. See that button down there...Submit review? Oh yeah! Isn't that button sexy?