Okay, there was a bit of a wait on this chapter, but seeing as how
I've been distracted with school and this cute guy who asked me out, it
couldn't be avoided. It's like someone doesn't want me to have the time to
write. That's a bit drastic. I just need to get time management down. Which
I will practice. Hey, a bit of a question for anyone out there that is a
true Harry Potter fan. Does anyone know how Sirius got the nickname
Snuffles?! I can't help but think that I missed something that told that
somewhere. Did it tell or not? Someone, please let me know ASAP! On with my
response to my WONDERFUL reviewers!! ^_^
The Demonic Duo: I really do love Lupin, but I am afraid I have to torture him a bit. Was this soon enough for you? Sure hope so! ^_^
Thehobbitgirl: Glad you liked my strange idea that came to me in a dream. No lie, I did get that idea in a dream I had. I've got major issues. Thanks for the review and saying that this was a good story.
Freakyfairy: I love him too! We should start an I Love Remus Lupin The Misunderstood But Extremly Loveable WereWolf fanclub. Lol. ^_^
Marauder Number 5: Yay! It's you again! Glad you like this. I had thought of just making it from Lupin's POV in the beginning, but then I thought "Well, that's not fair to Sirius (my other love)." So I decided on alternating POVs. I actually don't have MSN at the moment, chica. I had to uninstall it. But I'll try to get it again soon. Can't make any promises with psycho parents around.
bosquito mosquito: Yes! It's the LAW! I hereby declare it an offical LAW of fanfiction.net that anyone who writes/reads Harry Potter FanFiction MUST love Remus Lupin! So says Harley Quinn, Princess of Sexy Guys like Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Draco Malfoy, Oliver Wood, Trowa Barton, Heero Yuy, and Quatre! (That's me, by the way. My self-proclaimed title. ^_^)
Give the World for Mr. Black: I love your penname. I'm not sure if I've told you that before, but I truly do love your penname. How did you come up with it?! I wouldn't call my writing perfect. I'd call it average, if anything. I'm feeling good today, otherwise, I'd call it horrible. I'm an extremly modest person about everything I do, say, or how I look.
Emiliana: Why, thank you! You are so nice! Sirius and Remus are my favorite marauders. I can sometimes tolerate Snape, if the fanfiction is just right. Oops, did I say that outloud? Oh well. Sorry if I made you wait too long. Hope you enjoy this.
If you guys are wondering what has me in such a good mood, it's that there is an all-day Elvis movie marathon on the telly tomorrow. I love Elvis. I can admit it. He was a great man. A bit on the perverted side, but great nonetheless. So, anyway, I OWN NO ONE OR NOTHING FROM THE HARRY POTTER STORIES! I AM NOT WRITING THIS FANFICTION FOR ANY TYPE OF FINANCIAL GAIN! ONLY POSITIVE RESPONSE (or any kind of response) ABOUT MY WRITING! Now on with the 4th chapter! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter 4
Sirius' POV
The Next Day. . .
Disaster was adverted. Madame Pompfrey was able to get Moony to the Whomping Willow, through the tunnel, and into the Shrieking Shack just in time. And since Moony transformed during the school day while the rest of us were trapped in our classrooms, we didn't get to pull our usual monthly adventures. At least Moony was all right.
Right now we're all sitting under the old beech tree by the lake. James is using his wand to draw colored pictures on the grass. So far, he's drawn a Snitch, a broom stick, and written "Prongs" several times over. I watch as he ruffles his hair again. I love when he does that. It makes him look like he just hopped off a broom stick.
Wormtail is watching James in awe. Sometimes I wonder why James keeps him around. I guess he likes the attention or something. James is a bit arrogant.
Moony's nose is buried in a book. He must be studying or a Potion's quiz we have coming up. Not missing a beat in his reading, he reaches up to brush a shining strand of hair out of his face. I never noticed how lovely his hair is before. Never noticed how it shines in the sun. . .
I turn my attention back to James. He's staring at something intently. I follow his gaze. He's staring at Lily Evans agian. A scoff errupts from my mouth. Why can't he give up on her? I can't believe he can't tell that I'm interested in him. Time to take matters into my own hands.
"Hey, Moony, got some parchment on you?" I ask quietly. He puts his book down and rummages through his booksack.
"Need a quill, too," he asks.
"Yeah, and some ink."
He pulls out the items and hands them to me. Our hands brush and I see him tremble again. I give him a strange look that he doesn't catch. He quickly pulls the book up again to cover his face. The book is upside down. Quickly, he turns it rightside up. I can't help but chuckle. He's been acting strange since the beginning of this year and I find it amusing. Oh yeah, my letter!
I load up the quill and spread the parchment out on a book. Now, how to start this. . . I thoughtfully scratch my chin with the feathered end of the quill, a habit picked up from Moony. Well, what would I say to him if I was going to tell him that I want him so bad that it hurts? It start writing and it comes out as this:
James,
I want you. That's the only easy way to say it. For awhile now, I've made many advances on you, but you either don't know or don't care. Which is it? Please end this torment that you're causing me soon.
Your's,
Sirius
{That sucked, I know. But that was the best that I could come up with at the time.}
There. Yeah, that sounds good. It's simple, to the point, blunt. That should do it.
I wipe the parchment clean using a simple invisibility spell and stuff it into my pocket. After dinnr will be the perfect time to give it to him. Yes, that's when I'll do it. I lean back against the tree, my hands clasped behind my head, and close my eyes. This is the beginning of something great I do believe.
Later That Day!. . .
Dinner is over. I'm a bundle of nerves. I can't believe this came so soon. Maybe I should just give it to him tomorrow. There's always tomorrow. No, I'm going to give it to him now!
"James," I call. He's across the Great Hall already, following Lily. I roll my eyes. I can offer so much better than that. She won't even give him the time of day unless it's to insult him.
"Yeah, Padfoot?" He's now standing in front of me. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this!
"Got something for you," I hear myself say. It seems like I'm on auto- pilot now. I'm not longer nervous. I'm cool and calm.
I reach into my pocket and pull out the sealed letter. No going back now. I push it into his hand. There. I did it.
"Got to go," I mutter. I rush off quickly. He's holding my future in his hands. I can't stand around and watch it.
My feet seem to have a mind of their own. I'm laying in my bed before I know it. That wasn't as bad as I had pictured it being. I didn't even have to stick around to watch the expressions run over his face. I roll over. Again, before I know it, I'm asleep.
The Demonic Duo: I really do love Lupin, but I am afraid I have to torture him a bit. Was this soon enough for you? Sure hope so! ^_^
Thehobbitgirl: Glad you liked my strange idea that came to me in a dream. No lie, I did get that idea in a dream I had. I've got major issues. Thanks for the review and saying that this was a good story.
Freakyfairy: I love him too! We should start an I Love Remus Lupin The Misunderstood But Extremly Loveable WereWolf fanclub. Lol. ^_^
Marauder Number 5: Yay! It's you again! Glad you like this. I had thought of just making it from Lupin's POV in the beginning, but then I thought "Well, that's not fair to Sirius (my other love)." So I decided on alternating POVs. I actually don't have MSN at the moment, chica. I had to uninstall it. But I'll try to get it again soon. Can't make any promises with psycho parents around.
bosquito mosquito: Yes! It's the LAW! I hereby declare it an offical LAW of fanfiction.net that anyone who writes/reads Harry Potter FanFiction MUST love Remus Lupin! So says Harley Quinn, Princess of Sexy Guys like Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, Draco Malfoy, Oliver Wood, Trowa Barton, Heero Yuy, and Quatre! (That's me, by the way. My self-proclaimed title. ^_^)
Give the World for Mr. Black: I love your penname. I'm not sure if I've told you that before, but I truly do love your penname. How did you come up with it?! I wouldn't call my writing perfect. I'd call it average, if anything. I'm feeling good today, otherwise, I'd call it horrible. I'm an extremly modest person about everything I do, say, or how I look.
Emiliana: Why, thank you! You are so nice! Sirius and Remus are my favorite marauders. I can sometimes tolerate Snape, if the fanfiction is just right. Oops, did I say that outloud? Oh well. Sorry if I made you wait too long. Hope you enjoy this.
If you guys are wondering what has me in such a good mood, it's that there is an all-day Elvis movie marathon on the telly tomorrow. I love Elvis. I can admit it. He was a great man. A bit on the perverted side, but great nonetheless. So, anyway, I OWN NO ONE OR NOTHING FROM THE HARRY POTTER STORIES! I AM NOT WRITING THIS FANFICTION FOR ANY TYPE OF FINANCIAL GAIN! ONLY POSITIVE RESPONSE (or any kind of response) ABOUT MY WRITING! Now on with the 4th chapter! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter 4
Sirius' POV
The Next Day. . .
Disaster was adverted. Madame Pompfrey was able to get Moony to the Whomping Willow, through the tunnel, and into the Shrieking Shack just in time. And since Moony transformed during the school day while the rest of us were trapped in our classrooms, we didn't get to pull our usual monthly adventures. At least Moony was all right.
Right now we're all sitting under the old beech tree by the lake. James is using his wand to draw colored pictures on the grass. So far, he's drawn a Snitch, a broom stick, and written "Prongs" several times over. I watch as he ruffles his hair again. I love when he does that. It makes him look like he just hopped off a broom stick.
Wormtail is watching James in awe. Sometimes I wonder why James keeps him around. I guess he likes the attention or something. James is a bit arrogant.
Moony's nose is buried in a book. He must be studying or a Potion's quiz we have coming up. Not missing a beat in his reading, he reaches up to brush a shining strand of hair out of his face. I never noticed how lovely his hair is before. Never noticed how it shines in the sun. . .
I turn my attention back to James. He's staring at something intently. I follow his gaze. He's staring at Lily Evans agian. A scoff errupts from my mouth. Why can't he give up on her? I can't believe he can't tell that I'm interested in him. Time to take matters into my own hands.
"Hey, Moony, got some parchment on you?" I ask quietly. He puts his book down and rummages through his booksack.
"Need a quill, too," he asks.
"Yeah, and some ink."
He pulls out the items and hands them to me. Our hands brush and I see him tremble again. I give him a strange look that he doesn't catch. He quickly pulls the book up again to cover his face. The book is upside down. Quickly, he turns it rightside up. I can't help but chuckle. He's been acting strange since the beginning of this year and I find it amusing. Oh yeah, my letter!
I load up the quill and spread the parchment out on a book. Now, how to start this. . . I thoughtfully scratch my chin with the feathered end of the quill, a habit picked up from Moony. Well, what would I say to him if I was going to tell him that I want him so bad that it hurts? It start writing and it comes out as this:
James,
I want you. That's the only easy way to say it. For awhile now, I've made many advances on you, but you either don't know or don't care. Which is it? Please end this torment that you're causing me soon.
Your's,
Sirius
{That sucked, I know. But that was the best that I could come up with at the time.}
There. Yeah, that sounds good. It's simple, to the point, blunt. That should do it.
I wipe the parchment clean using a simple invisibility spell and stuff it into my pocket. After dinnr will be the perfect time to give it to him. Yes, that's when I'll do it. I lean back against the tree, my hands clasped behind my head, and close my eyes. This is the beginning of something great I do believe.
Later That Day!. . .
Dinner is over. I'm a bundle of nerves. I can't believe this came so soon. Maybe I should just give it to him tomorrow. There's always tomorrow. No, I'm going to give it to him now!
"James," I call. He's across the Great Hall already, following Lily. I roll my eyes. I can offer so much better than that. She won't even give him the time of day unless it's to insult him.
"Yeah, Padfoot?" He's now standing in front of me. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this. I can do this!
"Got something for you," I hear myself say. It seems like I'm on auto- pilot now. I'm not longer nervous. I'm cool and calm.
I reach into my pocket and pull out the sealed letter. No going back now. I push it into his hand. There. I did it.
"Got to go," I mutter. I rush off quickly. He's holding my future in his hands. I can't stand around and watch it.
My feet seem to have a mind of their own. I'm laying in my bed before I know it. That wasn't as bad as I had pictured it being. I didn't even have to stick around to watch the expressions run over his face. I roll over. Again, before I know it, I'm asleep.