Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything in this story. Only the
plot of the story is mine and some OCs (I don't want to own all of them).
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me: Thank you, thank you, thank you!!! I really needed this review you know. And I know, there will probably always be some spelling mistakes, but I can't help it that much because I'm not speaking English as my mother tongue. But great that at least someone reviewed and liked the story. And yes, I am going to write more chapters when I have enought time for that (I really like writing).
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Read and review! Hope you enjoy the story!
A/N: Events of the story are placed in some kind of alternative universe, or at least this is "what if"-story. So all of the things in the story don't go with what books say. And please, keep in your mind while you read that alternative universe thing!
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Runaway Dogstar
1. Where to go?
Isadora Black was death. Most of her relatives and her few friends had gathered into The Grimmauld Place 12 to her funerals. Isadora laid in her open coffin; her long black hair had been tied in a tight bun as it always had been when she was still alive and her hands were crossed on her chest. Isadora wore a white silk dress decorated with creamy coloured pearls. She had on her face just same expression that she had had when she was still alive; on her thin lips played mean smile, but all the other ways she was just a cold and cruel looking dead woman. Isadora had not gained peace even in her death.
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Isadora's husband had died three years earlier leaving her alone with their two sons. The older one of the boys, now sixteen-years-old Sirius, had always been difficult one from his parents's point of view. Well at least since he went Hogwarts at age of eleven and was sorted into Gryffindor not into Slytherin like all decent Blacks should. Sirius, well, he was very intelligent, but even that couldn't have made his parents love him again, be proud of him. On the other hand, the younger son, Regulus, had been pride of his parents, always. He wasn't too smart, oh no! Nor did he have a strong will, but Regulus had gotten sorted into Slytherin unlike Sirius, who had got himself into Gryffindor. And now the boys were going to move to live with the Malfoys: they were old family friends of the Blacks.
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Sirius and his younger brother Regulus sat on the down steps of the long staircase that led to the second floor of The Grimmauld Place 12. Sirius knew that Regulus had been crying all the night long. He had heared it. He had been cryin too, but for another reason. It was so unfair! He had to move into the Malfoy household and hated them! And everyone tought that their awful son, that snob called Lucius, would be good influence to him! No way he was moving there! Regulus would be just overjoined, but not he. Sirius had always thought that it would be good, if his mother would die. That old, cruel ...hag! And now she was dead, but nothing was better than it used to be. If possiple it was even worse. The Grimmauld Place 12 was filled with his relatives right now, he wanted to get away from them. And why!? They all treated him like he was just filth, in even lover positition than a house-elf! Oh yes, if Sirius would stay and go to live with the Malfoys, he would become their slave, their puppet!
"Sirius!" it was cold girls voice. Sirius opened his eyes and looked up. There stood his cousin Bellatrix looking at him with cold dark eyes her silky, black hair flowing over the shoulders. "They are going to read your mothers last will in few minutes. I was sent to get you into the hall where they are waiting."
"I'm sorry, but I have a headache and I was just going into my room to rest a little. Besides I have still things I have to pack. You know, we are moving." he grimaced. He really did have a mild headache. It was probably an after effect of the crusiatus curse wich with Sirius's aunt Amfitrite had greeted him at the same morning. "And I all ready know what my mother's last will says about me." with that Sirius walked upstairs, not too hastily, not wanting to make Bellatrix or anyone else suspipici and locked up into his room.
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He had to get out, he just had to get out of the house! Sirius begun to pack his things. He stuffed his robes, some books and an old cauldron into his trunk. Just when he was going to get his broomstick and his owl, Euros, Sirius realized that he had nowhere to go (besides The Malfoy Mansion of course) and that it was the only reason why his cousin Bellatrix had let him go so easily. But he could not move into the Malfoy household! Never.
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Sirius dropped on the floor and buried his face into his hands. What was he going to do? Where could he possibly go? Headache was not helping him to think any. After about fifteen minutes he remembered; his parents had always been cursing one of his cousins. She was Bellatrix's elder sister and she was disowned by The Most Ancien and Noble House of Black for marryig a muggle (surprise,surprise!). That cousin's name was now Andromeda Tonks. Only thing was, Sirius did not know where she lived now. But searching Andromeda, it was now his mission.
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Sirius stood up and quicly gathered rest of his things, there weren't that much. Then he casted a charm on his trunk so hi could put it into his pocket, opened the tiny window of his room as open as possible, fastened his owl's cage on his broomstick and then just flew away as fast as he could, as far from The Grimmauld Place 12 as he could.
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Any ideas about the story? If you have some please tell me. And don't forget to review. This fox really needs reviews! Thank you!
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me: Thank you, thank you, thank you!!! I really needed this review you know. And I know, there will probably always be some spelling mistakes, but I can't help it that much because I'm not speaking English as my mother tongue. But great that at least someone reviewed and liked the story. And yes, I am going to write more chapters when I have enought time for that (I really like writing).
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Read and review! Hope you enjoy the story!
A/N: Events of the story are placed in some kind of alternative universe, or at least this is "what if"-story. So all of the things in the story don't go with what books say. And please, keep in your mind while you read that alternative universe thing!
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Runaway Dogstar
1. Where to go?
Isadora Black was death. Most of her relatives and her few friends had gathered into The Grimmauld Place 12 to her funerals. Isadora laid in her open coffin; her long black hair had been tied in a tight bun as it always had been when she was still alive and her hands were crossed on her chest. Isadora wore a white silk dress decorated with creamy coloured pearls. She had on her face just same expression that she had had when she was still alive; on her thin lips played mean smile, but all the other ways she was just a cold and cruel looking dead woman. Isadora had not gained peace even in her death.
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Isadora's husband had died three years earlier leaving her alone with their two sons. The older one of the boys, now sixteen-years-old Sirius, had always been difficult one from his parents's point of view. Well at least since he went Hogwarts at age of eleven and was sorted into Gryffindor not into Slytherin like all decent Blacks should. Sirius, well, he was very intelligent, but even that couldn't have made his parents love him again, be proud of him. On the other hand, the younger son, Regulus, had been pride of his parents, always. He wasn't too smart, oh no! Nor did he have a strong will, but Regulus had gotten sorted into Slytherin unlike Sirius, who had got himself into Gryffindor. And now the boys were going to move to live with the Malfoys: they were old family friends of the Blacks.
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Sirius and his younger brother Regulus sat on the down steps of the long staircase that led to the second floor of The Grimmauld Place 12. Sirius knew that Regulus had been crying all the night long. He had heared it. He had been cryin too, but for another reason. It was so unfair! He had to move into the Malfoy household and hated them! And everyone tought that their awful son, that snob called Lucius, would be good influence to him! No way he was moving there! Regulus would be just overjoined, but not he. Sirius had always thought that it would be good, if his mother would die. That old, cruel ...hag! And now she was dead, but nothing was better than it used to be. If possiple it was even worse. The Grimmauld Place 12 was filled with his relatives right now, he wanted to get away from them. And why!? They all treated him like he was just filth, in even lover positition than a house-elf! Oh yes, if Sirius would stay and go to live with the Malfoys, he would become their slave, their puppet!
"Sirius!" it was cold girls voice. Sirius opened his eyes and looked up. There stood his cousin Bellatrix looking at him with cold dark eyes her silky, black hair flowing over the shoulders. "They are going to read your mothers last will in few minutes. I was sent to get you into the hall where they are waiting."
"I'm sorry, but I have a headache and I was just going into my room to rest a little. Besides I have still things I have to pack. You know, we are moving." he grimaced. He really did have a mild headache. It was probably an after effect of the crusiatus curse wich with Sirius's aunt Amfitrite had greeted him at the same morning. "And I all ready know what my mother's last will says about me." with that Sirius walked upstairs, not too hastily, not wanting to make Bellatrix or anyone else suspipici and locked up into his room.
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He had to get out, he just had to get out of the house! Sirius begun to pack his things. He stuffed his robes, some books and an old cauldron into his trunk. Just when he was going to get his broomstick and his owl, Euros, Sirius realized that he had nowhere to go (besides The Malfoy Mansion of course) and that it was the only reason why his cousin Bellatrix had let him go so easily. But he could not move into the Malfoy household! Never.
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Sirius dropped on the floor and buried his face into his hands. What was he going to do? Where could he possibly go? Headache was not helping him to think any. After about fifteen minutes he remembered; his parents had always been cursing one of his cousins. She was Bellatrix's elder sister and she was disowned by The Most Ancien and Noble House of Black for marryig a muggle (surprise,surprise!). That cousin's name was now Andromeda Tonks. Only thing was, Sirius did not know where she lived now. But searching Andromeda, it was now his mission.
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Sirius stood up and quicly gathered rest of his things, there weren't that much. Then he casted a charm on his trunk so hi could put it into his pocket, opened the tiny window of his room as open as possible, fastened his owl's cage on his broomstick and then just flew away as fast as he could, as far from The Grimmauld Place 12 as he could.
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Any ideas about the story? If you have some please tell me. And don't forget to review. This fox really needs reviews! Thank you!