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Chapter Three: A Nightingale's Song

O Nightingale that on yon bloomy Spray,
Warbl'st at eve, when all the Woods are still
Thou with fresh hope the Lover's heart dost fill,
While the jolly hours lead on propitious May

- "O Nightingale that on yon bloomy Spray" a poem by John Milton

It was two days later that Sirius awoke quite late at night, hungry and in desperate need to use the toilet. He had spent the last day in and out of sleep and had quickly discovered why Anna's Animagus form was a nightingale. While awake he had heard her moving about the house singing, and she had to have the most beautiful voice that he had ever heard. Whether she was singing an all out song or humming incomprehensible words, her voice was as smooth and sweet as honey. Whether she was singing in a high, soft, lilting voice or a low, husky voice (which Sirius found extremely sexy) her voice was majestic, and Sirius liked nothing else but to sit back in the bed and allow the slow, supple melodies wrap around him.

On his way from the toilet to the kitchen, Sirius stopped in his tracks as he came across Anna who was curled up in the lounge by the fire, a blanket pulled over her body. Not only had Sirius learnt of the beauty of Anna's voice, he had also become starkly aware of the undeniable beauty of the woman who had so graciously accepted him into her home.

She was tall and slender, almost a match to Sirius's 6'1" and her body moved with such ease and grace that Sirius was forcibly reminded of Lily Potter, who had also shared in that quiet aura of beauty and radiance. Her hair was a colour that could not easily be defined; one moment it was a rich cherry-brown colour with coppery tints that shone in the firelight. Another time, her hair would seem to be a strong brown colour, and other times Sirius could've sworn in was a dark burgundy, almost black colour. The hair in question fell in thick torrents down to the middle of her back and while not straight, it was not exactly curly either, existing somewhere in between the two polar extremes. Anna's skin was a soft, pale creamy colour that was set off by her hair. Sirius imagined that it would be like silk to the touch and he desperately wanted to run a hand down her cheek and touch her warm red lips that glistened like strawberry dew. But the most striking feature of Anna was most certainly her cool grey-green eyes that sparkled with intelligence and intensity. Achingly delicate eyelashes and her impeccably plucked eyebrows framed them, and they were the kind of eyes that one craved to just sink in to.

But Sirius had also come to know the woman behind the beauty, if only a little at that. She was undoubtedly intelligent with a dry wit and calm temperament. She loved to laugh, which suited Sirius, as he loved to make people laugh, something perhaps slightly inspired by the fact that Anna's face absolutely lit up when she smiled. She was extremely in tune with the people around her; something that Sirius was beginning to expect was a little more than an average character trait. The morning before he had not so much as said a word when she remarked that he was "certainly in a grouchy mood" without even looking up from her breakfast. That said, she had a very bubbly personality when happy and a tendency to make everyone around her feel how she did, a thing that Sirius had discovered could be bad as well as good. Overall, Sirius began to feel himself become more and more drawn towards the young woman, and was admittedly frightened as to where that could lead.

Sirius regarded her sleeping on the couch once more with his deep blue eyes and cringed with guilt as he realised that she must have given up her bed for him. Being in rather noble and gentlemanly mood, he peeled the crochet blanket off her, picked her up into his arms and carried her into the bedroom where he lay her down on the soft bed and pulled the quilt covering over her. He gently smoothed down her hair, planting a light kiss on her forehead. She stirred slightly, opening her eyes to reveal her slightly dazed orbs staring up at him. His breath caught in his throat.

"Mmmm... Sirius..." she murmured contentedly. The words sent shivers down his spine.

"Go to sleep, Anna," he whispered quietly in return.

"Mmkay..."

"Sweet dreams, Anna." He took up her hand and after silently kissing her five fingertips, fled the room.

A/N: Oohhh... Had no idea I could be so descriptive! Heh. It certainly was hard yakka thinking up all those adjectives. Hehe. Please review! I hope you all liked it. I know that chapter was a bit pointless, but I was fun all the same. Now, onto the next chapter!