Hey guys! It's me, Miss Padfoot! If your reading this, I guess my summary
wasn't to horribly bad, or you read my cousin, Meee's fic! This is the
second fic I've done, so I hope its not to horribly bad! -_-' Any ways, I'm
gonna say this at the beginning of each chapter, all the dates are
estimated, because JK doesn't really give us specific dates(ex. James and
Lily's marriage, how old Remus and Sirius really are, etc.) So, I hope you
guys enjoy my fic, and thanks for reading!
Disclaimer: Yeah...If I wrote Harry Potter, Sirius would still be alive...*tear*
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Chapter One
It seemed to take Sirius an age to fall. His body curved in a graceful arc as he sank backward through the ragged veil hanging from the arch...
"There's nothing you can do...nothing...he's gone!" _______________________________________________________________________
Remus Lupin sighed and rolled over onto his side. A pale ray of sunlight leaked in through the dark curtains, making the room seem even more gloomy than it already was. Sirius had always kept his room clean, and it stayed that way, even though he was gone. The difference between this room and the rest of Number Twelve Grimmauld Place was shocking. Posters of Quidditch Teams colored the gray walls, and a single picture sat on the beside table. The young man in the picture, all smile with his dark hair falling gracefully over his face, had his arm around another man's shoulder, ruffling his dark brown hair. It was of Sirius and Remus, taken when they were fresh out of Hogwarts, ready to take the world...
-He must have put a protection spell over his room, Remus thought sleepily. Mrs. Black had been furious when Sirius ran away, and the scorch marks on the wall outside proved it. But none of Sirius' stuff had been moved or broken, so the spell must have worked.
Closing his eyes, Remus tried to fall back asleep. He needed to be in top shape for his next assignment for the Order.
CRASH! "FILTHY MUDBLOODS AND HALF-BREEDS! RUNNING AROUND TAINTING EVERYTHING THEY TOUCH! WORSE THAN MY SON, THE BANE OF MY WOMB!..."
Throwing on a threadbare robe, Remus jumped out of bed and practically flew down the stairs. There he found Tonks on the floor picking up the contents of the trolls foot umbrella stand while Arthur Weasley and his three sons, Fred, george and Ron struggled to close the tattered curtains that normally covered Mrs. Black's portrait.
She was a horrible sight, Mrs. Black. Her skin was a sickly yellow and her eyes seemed to be bulging out of her head. -And this is only her portrait, Remus thought, helping the Weasleys wrench the curtains close.
Tonks, who was a Metamorphmagus(a person who could change thier appearance at will), was trying her best not to blush. "Sorry..." she said bashfully.
Remus smiled, though it didn't reach his eyes. "Lets get rid of the cursed thing shall we?"
With mock pomp and circumstance, Tonks picked up the umbrella stand and threw it ceremoniously out the door, hitting Albus Dumbledore smack dab in the face. Mortified, Tonks rushed out to help the old man.
"OH! I am so sorry! Bloody useless umbrella stand... Are you all right? If only I had looked where I was throwing it!"
"Tonks, my dear, I'm fine! Actually," Dumbledore chuckled, "that clears up the sinuses very well. Thank you!"
Molly Weasley came out of the kitchen. "Breakfast is served, lads. Come on you don't want it to get cold now, do you?" The smell of hot food quickly reminded everyone how hungry they were, and they all hurried to the dining room. Stacks of pancakes, towering like sky scapers, heaps of bacon, buttered toast, and jugs of pumpkin juice covered the once-fancy-now-ugly table, which Molly had tried to hide with a white tablecloth.
Fred, George and Ron immediately started piling thier plates with food, shoveling it in their mouths almost as fast as they put it on their plates. Molly was bustling around, making sure there was enough food to go around. remus sat in between Dumbledore, who had thrown his long white beard over his shoulder, and Tonks, now sporting a new mouth. Everyone ate eagerly, though Remus only ate what was neccessary to fill him. He couldn't afford a full belly on this mission.
When most of the food was tucked into everyone's bellies, and the only ones who were still eating were the growing Weasley boys, Dumbledore cleared his throat and began, "Arthur, I need you to go to work as usual, in case Malfoy comes to Fudge. Tonks, you can have the day off. Molly, if you and your boys will start on the house again. Remus, you know what to do. Good luck to you all!" _____________________________________________________________________
"Knock knock," Tonks said, rapping lightly on the door frame. Remus, who had been stuffing clothes into a small ugly bag made out of puke green carpet with gold trim, looked up and smiled. Tonks came in and handed him a small package wrapped in plain brown paper. "I thought you would like it...I found it when I was cleaning out Buckbeak's bed."
Remus opened the package. It was a simple black book, no engravings or anything on the cover. Opening it to the front page, he smiled sadly. An intricate (sp) drawing of a phoenix, taking flight in a cloud of fire covered the entire parchment. The colors were so realistic that it was almost like looking at a photograph. The smoke, rising from the burning bird, spelled out the letters S.B.
"It's his journal. I knew he kept one, but never knew where it was. He would want you to have it," Tonks said quietly. She was never quite sure how Remus would react whenever she brought up Sirius, so she was quite surprised when he pulled her into a hug.
"Thank you, Tonks. This means a lot to me..."
"I figured it would give you something to do on you 'mission'. Am I at the liberty to ask what your mission is?"
"You are at the liberty to ask, but I'm afraid I'm not at the liberty to tell you. Apparently Dumbledore is doing it for the safety of the Order or something like that."
"You aren't done packing yet?" Molly scolded, but the scold was softened by the smile on her face. "I sent you up here an hour ago, and you've been lollygagging around. Really Remus, I expected better from you!"
"It's only been forty-five minutes, my dear Molly! I have plenty of time to lollygag, thank you!" Remus winked at her. She laughed and hugged him in a motherly sort of way.
"You be safe now, understand? That's the last thing we need, you coming back hurt..." She looked at him concernedly.
"Don't worry yourself, Molly," Remus said seriously. "I'm not about to do any thing stupid, the Order couldn't afford another loss." He looked at his watch. "Now, I must be going. Take care, okay?"
Molly and Tonks nodded, and watched as Remus walked down the stairs and out the door. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Well, thats the end of Chapter one! Not very exciting eh?Wow...and it's really short... -_-' Don't worry, it'll get better, I promise! ^_~
~Padfoot
Disclaimer: Yeah...If I wrote Harry Potter, Sirius would still be alive...*tear*
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter One
It seemed to take Sirius an age to fall. His body curved in a graceful arc as he sank backward through the ragged veil hanging from the arch...
"There's nothing you can do...nothing...he's gone!" _______________________________________________________________________
Remus Lupin sighed and rolled over onto his side. A pale ray of sunlight leaked in through the dark curtains, making the room seem even more gloomy than it already was. Sirius had always kept his room clean, and it stayed that way, even though he was gone. The difference between this room and the rest of Number Twelve Grimmauld Place was shocking. Posters of Quidditch Teams colored the gray walls, and a single picture sat on the beside table. The young man in the picture, all smile with his dark hair falling gracefully over his face, had his arm around another man's shoulder, ruffling his dark brown hair. It was of Sirius and Remus, taken when they were fresh out of Hogwarts, ready to take the world...
-He must have put a protection spell over his room, Remus thought sleepily. Mrs. Black had been furious when Sirius ran away, and the scorch marks on the wall outside proved it. But none of Sirius' stuff had been moved or broken, so the spell must have worked.
Closing his eyes, Remus tried to fall back asleep. He needed to be in top shape for his next assignment for the Order.
CRASH! "FILTHY MUDBLOODS AND HALF-BREEDS! RUNNING AROUND TAINTING EVERYTHING THEY TOUCH! WORSE THAN MY SON, THE BANE OF MY WOMB!..."
Throwing on a threadbare robe, Remus jumped out of bed and practically flew down the stairs. There he found Tonks on the floor picking up the contents of the trolls foot umbrella stand while Arthur Weasley and his three sons, Fred, george and Ron struggled to close the tattered curtains that normally covered Mrs. Black's portrait.
She was a horrible sight, Mrs. Black. Her skin was a sickly yellow and her eyes seemed to be bulging out of her head. -And this is only her portrait, Remus thought, helping the Weasleys wrench the curtains close.
Tonks, who was a Metamorphmagus(a person who could change thier appearance at will), was trying her best not to blush. "Sorry..." she said bashfully.
Remus smiled, though it didn't reach his eyes. "Lets get rid of the cursed thing shall we?"
With mock pomp and circumstance, Tonks picked up the umbrella stand and threw it ceremoniously out the door, hitting Albus Dumbledore smack dab in the face. Mortified, Tonks rushed out to help the old man.
"OH! I am so sorry! Bloody useless umbrella stand... Are you all right? If only I had looked where I was throwing it!"
"Tonks, my dear, I'm fine! Actually," Dumbledore chuckled, "that clears up the sinuses very well. Thank you!"
Molly Weasley came out of the kitchen. "Breakfast is served, lads. Come on you don't want it to get cold now, do you?" The smell of hot food quickly reminded everyone how hungry they were, and they all hurried to the dining room. Stacks of pancakes, towering like sky scapers, heaps of bacon, buttered toast, and jugs of pumpkin juice covered the once-fancy-now-ugly table, which Molly had tried to hide with a white tablecloth.
Fred, George and Ron immediately started piling thier plates with food, shoveling it in their mouths almost as fast as they put it on their plates. Molly was bustling around, making sure there was enough food to go around. remus sat in between Dumbledore, who had thrown his long white beard over his shoulder, and Tonks, now sporting a new mouth. Everyone ate eagerly, though Remus only ate what was neccessary to fill him. He couldn't afford a full belly on this mission.
When most of the food was tucked into everyone's bellies, and the only ones who were still eating were the growing Weasley boys, Dumbledore cleared his throat and began, "Arthur, I need you to go to work as usual, in case Malfoy comes to Fudge. Tonks, you can have the day off. Molly, if you and your boys will start on the house again. Remus, you know what to do. Good luck to you all!" _____________________________________________________________________
"Knock knock," Tonks said, rapping lightly on the door frame. Remus, who had been stuffing clothes into a small ugly bag made out of puke green carpet with gold trim, looked up and smiled. Tonks came in and handed him a small package wrapped in plain brown paper. "I thought you would like it...I found it when I was cleaning out Buckbeak's bed."
Remus opened the package. It was a simple black book, no engravings or anything on the cover. Opening it to the front page, he smiled sadly. An intricate (sp) drawing of a phoenix, taking flight in a cloud of fire covered the entire parchment. The colors were so realistic that it was almost like looking at a photograph. The smoke, rising from the burning bird, spelled out the letters S.B.
"It's his journal. I knew he kept one, but never knew where it was. He would want you to have it," Tonks said quietly. She was never quite sure how Remus would react whenever she brought up Sirius, so she was quite surprised when he pulled her into a hug.
"Thank you, Tonks. This means a lot to me..."
"I figured it would give you something to do on you 'mission'. Am I at the liberty to ask what your mission is?"
"You are at the liberty to ask, but I'm afraid I'm not at the liberty to tell you. Apparently Dumbledore is doing it for the safety of the Order or something like that."
"You aren't done packing yet?" Molly scolded, but the scold was softened by the smile on her face. "I sent you up here an hour ago, and you've been lollygagging around. Really Remus, I expected better from you!"
"It's only been forty-five minutes, my dear Molly! I have plenty of time to lollygag, thank you!" Remus winked at her. She laughed and hugged him in a motherly sort of way.
"You be safe now, understand? That's the last thing we need, you coming back hurt..." She looked at him concernedly.
"Don't worry yourself, Molly," Remus said seriously. "I'm not about to do any thing stupid, the Order couldn't afford another loss." He looked at his watch. "Now, I must be going. Take care, okay?"
Molly and Tonks nodded, and watched as Remus walked down the stairs and out the door. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Well, thats the end of Chapter one! Not very exciting eh?Wow...and it's really short... -_-' Don't worry, it'll get better, I promise! ^_~
~Padfoot