Ch. 2
Fourth year is much more fun than third, I think as I exit the room of requirement. Learning how to summon a Patronus is very fun. I wonder why mine was a dark dog. Looked like a Grim, to tell you the truth. That reminds me of the dog. The big, black friendly dog. I haven't seen him since that one time beside the lake last year. I never asked him if he had a name. I drop my books onto my bed and decide to go outside. I cross the expansive lawn and look into the forest. It's dark, but at the same time, it seems cozy, lazy. I look around. Hagrid is emersed in his pumpkin patch. I see no other teachers or faces in the windows. I walk in. I immediately feel exhilerated, electrified with daring and anticipation. The anticipation is a little strange, but I learned long ago that my magically hightened senses were usually right in the things they triggered. My gift with Divination and Astronomy might have something to do with that. I walk in a straight line, following a non-existent path, walking to the beat of my heart.
I come to the edge of a small clearing, but back away behind some bushes and shrubs. My heart is rapidly increasing speed. I see a man enter the clearing. He's tall, dark, and handsome, but the cliche doesn't do him justice. His hair is longer than most men wear thiers, and is pushed back with water from a nearby creek. He is wearing only trousers, holding his dark shirt and worn robe in his hand. He has obviously just bathed. His nose is perfectly symmetrical, his eyes focused on a place not of this world, his lips in a frown of thought and deep concentration. My leg, bent at the knee, is becoming uncomforatable, so I shift ever so slightly and step lightly on a few old leaves. The man stiffens and...changes. His legs shorten and reararrange, his face lengthens, and his back sort of readjusts. All of this is done in a split second, and suddenly, a huge dog is on top of me. When he recognizes me, his fierce snarl slackens into a docile and ashamed grin. He meekly crawls off of me and sits like a disobidient child placed in time-out. I put my hand on his head and look into his puppy dog eyes.
"I saw everything. Who are you?" To my surprise, he changed back. He was sitting with his legs sprawled out and hunched over so I could see rolls of flab that didn't normally exist.
"You mean you don't know? Do you ever even lightly glance at the Daily Prophet?"
"It's practically sacrelige to even look at the Daily Prophet in my house. I wouldn't want to read that rubbish, anyway. It's all exaggerated lies. But... Yes, my father's magazine did an article on you! You're Stubby Boardman! Alias Sirius Black, of course, but nonetheless! Pleasure to meet you! May I have an autograph? You're the only music my father listens to, other than when he's listening to the radio!" The man known as Stubby Boardman looked at me as if I was totally crazy. I, of course, am used to such looks by now.
"I think you're a bit misinformed, girl. I AM Sirius Black. Not some guy named Stubby. Run in fear, if you want. Don't really see why you would want to, since we've known each other since your third year, but, to each his own."
"I'm not going to run! How rediculous! Harry Potter and his friends,calling you Snuffles under the impression that it would disguise thier connection to you, are constantly discussing the numerous ways in which you are innocent. They are rather mislead, don't you think? I figured out the disguise when I heard Harry slip. They were alone, though, so don't worry." I am very on top of things. I pride myself on it. Even if people don't know, I do. I've never told anything important to anyone, and rarely told unimportant things unless the subject came up and the people discussing it were greatly incorrect. Sirius looked extremely surprised.
"I didn't know you were Animagus. You weren't on the list. How did you do it without the Ministry knowing? And when?" I inquired. It was amazing the way animagus worked. I had looked it up in the library a few times in my studies. I desprately wanted to become one. I think a bird would be best. A pheonix, like Fawkes. They are truly beautiful creatures.
Sirius told me about his adventures with the Marauders. I, of course, knew about them from the conversations Harry had with others. They really should learn about seclusion. They weren't very good at it. He told about Remus Lupin, which I already knew about because, in second year, on a moonlit walk, I watched from the hedges as Prof. Lupin changed. It was strange to see some one you knew so well be in such excruciating pain and turn into a monster of sorts. Black's story was intriguing. I found myself wishing I had met his human form earlier. He was so interesting. Finally, he came to the part about the magic. It was like a polyjuice potion, but permanent and manipulatable (?). It had taken months for them to meticulously collect and prepare the potion. Rather like the time Hermione made the potion in the bathroom. I'm still not quite sure why they wanted it. Sirius closed his story and looked at me for a longtime. I become slightly uncomfortable and asked why he was staring at me.
"I've never seen you in color before." I thought about it. It was true. Extraordinary.
A/n: I'm runnin' out of fuel, here, so if you want something to happen, tell me. When my inspiration hits, I don't have time to write it all down, so I forget. I'll try to update ASAP.
Fourth year is much more fun than third, I think as I exit the room of requirement. Learning how to summon a Patronus is very fun. I wonder why mine was a dark dog. Looked like a Grim, to tell you the truth. That reminds me of the dog. The big, black friendly dog. I haven't seen him since that one time beside the lake last year. I never asked him if he had a name. I drop my books onto my bed and decide to go outside. I cross the expansive lawn and look into the forest. It's dark, but at the same time, it seems cozy, lazy. I look around. Hagrid is emersed in his pumpkin patch. I see no other teachers or faces in the windows. I walk in. I immediately feel exhilerated, electrified with daring and anticipation. The anticipation is a little strange, but I learned long ago that my magically hightened senses were usually right in the things they triggered. My gift with Divination and Astronomy might have something to do with that. I walk in a straight line, following a non-existent path, walking to the beat of my heart.
I come to the edge of a small clearing, but back away behind some bushes and shrubs. My heart is rapidly increasing speed. I see a man enter the clearing. He's tall, dark, and handsome, but the cliche doesn't do him justice. His hair is longer than most men wear thiers, and is pushed back with water from a nearby creek. He is wearing only trousers, holding his dark shirt and worn robe in his hand. He has obviously just bathed. His nose is perfectly symmetrical, his eyes focused on a place not of this world, his lips in a frown of thought and deep concentration. My leg, bent at the knee, is becoming uncomforatable, so I shift ever so slightly and step lightly on a few old leaves. The man stiffens and...changes. His legs shorten and reararrange, his face lengthens, and his back sort of readjusts. All of this is done in a split second, and suddenly, a huge dog is on top of me. When he recognizes me, his fierce snarl slackens into a docile and ashamed grin. He meekly crawls off of me and sits like a disobidient child placed in time-out. I put my hand on his head and look into his puppy dog eyes.
"I saw everything. Who are you?" To my surprise, he changed back. He was sitting with his legs sprawled out and hunched over so I could see rolls of flab that didn't normally exist.
"You mean you don't know? Do you ever even lightly glance at the Daily Prophet?"
"It's practically sacrelige to even look at the Daily Prophet in my house. I wouldn't want to read that rubbish, anyway. It's all exaggerated lies. But... Yes, my father's magazine did an article on you! You're Stubby Boardman! Alias Sirius Black, of course, but nonetheless! Pleasure to meet you! May I have an autograph? You're the only music my father listens to, other than when he's listening to the radio!" The man known as Stubby Boardman looked at me as if I was totally crazy. I, of course, am used to such looks by now.
"I think you're a bit misinformed, girl. I AM Sirius Black. Not some guy named Stubby. Run in fear, if you want. Don't really see why you would want to, since we've known each other since your third year, but, to each his own."
"I'm not going to run! How rediculous! Harry Potter and his friends,calling you Snuffles under the impression that it would disguise thier connection to you, are constantly discussing the numerous ways in which you are innocent. They are rather mislead, don't you think? I figured out the disguise when I heard Harry slip. They were alone, though, so don't worry." I am very on top of things. I pride myself on it. Even if people don't know, I do. I've never told anything important to anyone, and rarely told unimportant things unless the subject came up and the people discussing it were greatly incorrect. Sirius looked extremely surprised.
"I didn't know you were Animagus. You weren't on the list. How did you do it without the Ministry knowing? And when?" I inquired. It was amazing the way animagus worked. I had looked it up in the library a few times in my studies. I desprately wanted to become one. I think a bird would be best. A pheonix, like Fawkes. They are truly beautiful creatures.
Sirius told me about his adventures with the Marauders. I, of course, knew about them from the conversations Harry had with others. They really should learn about seclusion. They weren't very good at it. He told about Remus Lupin, which I already knew about because, in second year, on a moonlit walk, I watched from the hedges as Prof. Lupin changed. It was strange to see some one you knew so well be in such excruciating pain and turn into a monster of sorts. Black's story was intriguing. I found myself wishing I had met his human form earlier. He was so interesting. Finally, he came to the part about the magic. It was like a polyjuice potion, but permanent and manipulatable (?). It had taken months for them to meticulously collect and prepare the potion. Rather like the time Hermione made the potion in the bathroom. I'm still not quite sure why they wanted it. Sirius closed his story and looked at me for a longtime. I become slightly uncomfortable and asked why he was staring at me.
"I've never seen you in color before." I thought about it. It was true. Extraordinary.
A/n: I'm runnin' out of fuel, here, so if you want something to happen, tell me. When my inspiration hits, I don't have time to write it all down, so I forget. I'll try to update ASAP.