DISCLAIMER: As much as I would LOVE to own all these wonderful Harry
Potter characters, I sadly inform you that I DON'T. I do however own
Faith.::sister yelling at me.YOU CAN'T OWN FAITH::, but dear sister.I DO!
A/N: Ok, this is my first Harry Potter fan fic, so be nice. I have only posted up this one chapter to see people's reactions. Please review and let me know if you hate it, like it, or love it. Depending on the reviews I get, will depend on whether it will updated. I do have a lot of the story written.
Harry and Sirius were just finishing cleaning up after supper. Sirius was putting away the plates and Harry was wiping down the table when they both heard the doorbell.
"I GOT IT!" Harry said, dropping the rag on the table and running to the door before Sirius gave him something else to clean.
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Faith walked up the steps to the gloomy house. She held her broom tightly in one hand, her trunk floating next to her. With her unoccupied hand she rang the doorbell, and heard a loud ring echo throughout the house. She heard someone yell and then fast footsteps getting closer and closer to the door. With each footstep her heartbeat increased, so loud that she could almost hear it. Her brain was a hazy fog, she was so confused. What was she going to say? What would he say? Would he still feel for her what he once did, and what she still felt after all these years? She finally heard the door creak open, and there stood a boy, maybe 15 years old with messy black hair, green eyes, and round spectacles. She caught her breath, knowing very well who he was. He was her nephew. He looked so much like his father, her older brother, James.James Potter.
"Hi.can I help you?" he asked. He even sounded like him she thought.
"Um.yea.I...I..um.I'm looking for S-s-Sirius." She said stuttering.
Hearing his godfather's name, Harry raised an eyebrow, looking at the strange woman, who, to his surprise, looked somewhat familiar. Something about her reminded him of someone, who he wasn't sure of. Her hair, her eyes looked so familiar. She caught him staring and looked down at the floor, eyes watering. At the same moment Harry opened his mouth to respond he heard his godfather's voice.
"Hey Harry, who's at the door?" the male voice said.
Hearing his voice made her head shoot up, and both of their eyes met. "Yea Sirius, this lady is looking for you." Harry said, not noticing the gaze that both adults held.
"F.F-Faith?!" Sirius whispered. Harry looked at his Godfather with a strange look on his face. Who was she? How did he know her? Harry noticed that tears were starting to fall from her eyes, her so familiar eyes. By now Harry noticed that she seemed tired and exhausted. Her hair a mess as well as her robes.
"Hi. Sirius." She said almost inaudible.
"Sirius, um..who is she?" Harry asked, leaning into his godfather. He wanted to know who she was and why Sirius looked like he had just seen a ghost.
"Yea.she's..my.w.wife." He said nonchalantly, he wasn't even blinking.
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Sirius couldn't believe that after 14 years he was seeing her again. He never thought he'd get that chance. He knew she had left, because of him. He'd told her to leave, so Voldemort wouldn't get to her just how he had her brother and sister-in-law, his best-friends, Harry's parents. She looked so different, but at the same time so familiar. Her once shoulder length hair was now up to her waist and curlier then he ever remembered it being, but it was still as black, as black as his last name. Her once vibrant brown eyes, looked empty, they had lost the light that they once held. She basically looked like she had been to hell and back. As he was about to say something, he had to jump forward to grab her just as she fainted. He picked her up in his arms.
"Harry, get her things please, bring them inside." Sirius said, not even bothering to look at Harry, who had a face of pure and utter confusion. Harry heard the worry in his voice and wanted to ask him a million question, but decided against it and did as told. He grabbed her broom and trunk and dragged them inside the house following his godfather, who gently placed Faith on the sofa.
A/N: CLIFFY..HAHAHAHAHAHHA.lol. Ok.so you know what you gotta do.REVIEW. Just let me know if you like it or not and if you want more.
A/N: Ok, this is my first Harry Potter fan fic, so be nice. I have only posted up this one chapter to see people's reactions. Please review and let me know if you hate it, like it, or love it. Depending on the reviews I get, will depend on whether it will updated. I do have a lot of the story written.
Harry and Sirius were just finishing cleaning up after supper. Sirius was putting away the plates and Harry was wiping down the table when they both heard the doorbell.
"I GOT IT!" Harry said, dropping the rag on the table and running to the door before Sirius gave him something else to clean.
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Faith walked up the steps to the gloomy house. She held her broom tightly in one hand, her trunk floating next to her. With her unoccupied hand she rang the doorbell, and heard a loud ring echo throughout the house. She heard someone yell and then fast footsteps getting closer and closer to the door. With each footstep her heartbeat increased, so loud that she could almost hear it. Her brain was a hazy fog, she was so confused. What was she going to say? What would he say? Would he still feel for her what he once did, and what she still felt after all these years? She finally heard the door creak open, and there stood a boy, maybe 15 years old with messy black hair, green eyes, and round spectacles. She caught her breath, knowing very well who he was. He was her nephew. He looked so much like his father, her older brother, James.James Potter.
"Hi.can I help you?" he asked. He even sounded like him she thought.
"Um.yea.I...I..um.I'm looking for S-s-Sirius." She said stuttering.
Hearing his godfather's name, Harry raised an eyebrow, looking at the strange woman, who, to his surprise, looked somewhat familiar. Something about her reminded him of someone, who he wasn't sure of. Her hair, her eyes looked so familiar. She caught him staring and looked down at the floor, eyes watering. At the same moment Harry opened his mouth to respond he heard his godfather's voice.
"Hey Harry, who's at the door?" the male voice said.
Hearing his voice made her head shoot up, and both of their eyes met. "Yea Sirius, this lady is looking for you." Harry said, not noticing the gaze that both adults held.
"F.F-Faith?!" Sirius whispered. Harry looked at his Godfather with a strange look on his face. Who was she? How did he know her? Harry noticed that tears were starting to fall from her eyes, her so familiar eyes. By now Harry noticed that she seemed tired and exhausted. Her hair a mess as well as her robes.
"Hi. Sirius." She said almost inaudible.
"Sirius, um..who is she?" Harry asked, leaning into his godfather. He wanted to know who she was and why Sirius looked like he had just seen a ghost.
"Yea.she's..my.w.wife." He said nonchalantly, he wasn't even blinking.
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Sirius couldn't believe that after 14 years he was seeing her again. He never thought he'd get that chance. He knew she had left, because of him. He'd told her to leave, so Voldemort wouldn't get to her just how he had her brother and sister-in-law, his best-friends, Harry's parents. She looked so different, but at the same time so familiar. Her once shoulder length hair was now up to her waist and curlier then he ever remembered it being, but it was still as black, as black as his last name. Her once vibrant brown eyes, looked empty, they had lost the light that they once held. She basically looked like she had been to hell and back. As he was about to say something, he had to jump forward to grab her just as she fainted. He picked her up in his arms.
"Harry, get her things please, bring them inside." Sirius said, not even bothering to look at Harry, who had a face of pure and utter confusion. Harry heard the worry in his voice and wanted to ask him a million question, but decided against it and did as told. He grabbed her broom and trunk and dragged them inside the house following his godfather, who gently placed Faith on the sofa.
A/N: CLIFFY..HAHAHAHAHAHHA.lol. Ok.so you know what you gotta do.REVIEW. Just let me know if you like it or not and if you want more.