a.n. hey y'al. lol. i know i made that one stupid mistake. many people have commented on it and i'll be the first one to admit that i'm a scatterbrained idiot. lol. yes, it was supposed to be "potter", but silly me has too many thoughts going on through my head to keep everything straight. lol. oh dear. i'll just continue with the next chapter. teeheehee...
Chapter 18
Sirius didn't awaken for about three days. James sat by his side day and night, sometimes dozing off, and only getting out of his chair for food and other personal manners. He was constantly worried about his friend. What would the Blacks do about their son? Would the even care? Most likely not, considering they had put him in that state in the first place. Then again.... James sighed in frustration. If only his friend would wake up so he could ask him about what had happened.
But, of course, when Sirius showed any signs of waking up, James was immediately pulled aside by his mother and told not to talk about what had happened. This just made James sigh in exasperation, but he obeyed her and he waited by Sirius more hopeful than he had been before. This was the day before he actually woke up.
On the third day, James was dozing lightly in his chair when Sirius started to stir a bit. Even the slightest amount of movement was enough to wake James up, so when Sirius moved, James jumped up and was wide awake within moments.
"Sirius?" asked James as his friend blinked his eyes opened and then looked at him. His eyes were slightly unfocused in the bright light, but they quickly adujusted.
"James?" asked Sirius. James's mouth dropped and his mouth fell open.
"What did you just say?" asked James, looking at his friend closely, afraid that he had misheard, of was hearing a ghost, or that his friend was simply using the spell. I mean, it wasn't possible, was it?
"Where am I? Ow, and why do I hurt so much?" asked Sirius, actual words coming out of his mouth. He was speaking again.
"Sirius...you can talk. You can talk!" exclaimed James excitedly.
A smile flew across Sirius's face. "The potion must've worked then, I guess. But...I wouldn't get your hopes up. You should talk to your mom about it first. There might be something weird about this curse."
"Stop being a pessimist. MOM!" James called out.
"What James?" asked Mrs. Potter, running into the room looking worried. When she saw that Sirius was alright and wide awake, she turned on her son, and demanded "What's wrong?"
"Nothing Mrs. Potter. I was just wondering what's up with this sudden change in my mute problem," answered Sirius, grinning at Mrs. Potter's shocked expression.
"You can....you can talk? That's not possible. I don't think. It hasn't been a year since you started taking that potion, let alone three."
"Is it going to last?" worried Sirius. He seemed to like his ability to speak, and James couldn't really blame him.
"I don't know. I don't think I've ever heard of this happening before. I think I'll go do some research. Oh, but before I do that, is there anything you want? Any food, something to drink, something to keep you amused?"
Sirius thought for a minute. Oddly enough, Sirius was starving. Or, perhaps not so odd, considering Sirius hadn't really eaten in forever. James had exaggerated when he had told his motehr that Sirius had been going to the hospital wing five times for malnutrition, but not by much. In truth, Sirius had only gone three times. Big difference, but hey. As long as he didn't die, he would be happy.
"Um, some food would be nice. And no, I don't have any preferences at the moment. I'll eat just about anything right now. Pathetic as that might be," replied Sirius. Mrs. Potter nodded and walked out of the room.
"Wow," James said after a few minutes in silence. "I never thought you'd be able to speak again. Shows how much faith I have."
"Nah," Sirius said, waving his hand impatiently. "I wasn't really expecting it either."
"What potion were you and my mom talking about?"
"Your mom gave me a potion that would take about three years to work, but after that time, I would presumably have my speech back. This might just be a side-effect of the potion or something. Who knows. I'm not going to get overly happy about this until your mom can confirm it."
"Ok, whatever floats your boat," muttered James, looking down at his hands. Sirius kept on changing. If he wasn't being suicidal he was being totally happy and ready for anything. If he wasn't sulking he was bouncing off the walls. If he wasn't mute then he was talking constantly. It was almost amazing how little James still knew of his best friend.
Mrs. Potter came in at just that moment with a bowl of soup for Sirius and a glass of Moutain Dew. She set it on the table by his bed and sat down on the edge of it with a book in her other hand.
"Well, Sirius. It seems like you'll be able to talk. At times anyways. This is like an on and off thing I guess. Most of the times you'll be able to talk, but other times you'll resort back to being mute."
"So, I'll be able to talk most of the time?"
"Yes," replied Mrs. Potter. Sirius smiled and James looked a bit confused by that, but was happy for his friend anyways.
What would the people think when they got back. A Sirius Black who was able to say what was on his mind. A Sirius Black who would be able to snap back at people who insulted him. A Sirius Black who would be able to use his wand faster because he would be able to say the incantation faster.
James sighed and closed his eyes as he thought all of that. What was the world coming to? The once peaceful life was now going to be turned into incredible mayhem. Uh oh, thought James and he shook his head slightly when he thought of the monster that had just been created.
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a.n. james doesn't really think that sirius is a monster, just a figure of speech. lol. i'm joking. well, actually i'm hoping you knew that. anyways, the next chapter is going to be them going back to school...i think. oh well. please review. if there are any stupid mistakes in this chapter please ignore them. i've been really...out of it lately, i guess.ah well. thanks for reading this. adios.
Chapter 18
Sirius didn't awaken for about three days. James sat by his side day and night, sometimes dozing off, and only getting out of his chair for food and other personal manners. He was constantly worried about his friend. What would the Blacks do about their son? Would the even care? Most likely not, considering they had put him in that state in the first place. Then again.... James sighed in frustration. If only his friend would wake up so he could ask him about what had happened.
But, of course, when Sirius showed any signs of waking up, James was immediately pulled aside by his mother and told not to talk about what had happened. This just made James sigh in exasperation, but he obeyed her and he waited by Sirius more hopeful than he had been before. This was the day before he actually woke up.
On the third day, James was dozing lightly in his chair when Sirius started to stir a bit. Even the slightest amount of movement was enough to wake James up, so when Sirius moved, James jumped up and was wide awake within moments.
"Sirius?" asked James as his friend blinked his eyes opened and then looked at him. His eyes were slightly unfocused in the bright light, but they quickly adujusted.
"James?" asked Sirius. James's mouth dropped and his mouth fell open.
"What did you just say?" asked James, looking at his friend closely, afraid that he had misheard, of was hearing a ghost, or that his friend was simply using the spell. I mean, it wasn't possible, was it?
"Where am I? Ow, and why do I hurt so much?" asked Sirius, actual words coming out of his mouth. He was speaking again.
"Sirius...you can talk. You can talk!" exclaimed James excitedly.
A smile flew across Sirius's face. "The potion must've worked then, I guess. But...I wouldn't get your hopes up. You should talk to your mom about it first. There might be something weird about this curse."
"Stop being a pessimist. MOM!" James called out.
"What James?" asked Mrs. Potter, running into the room looking worried. When she saw that Sirius was alright and wide awake, she turned on her son, and demanded "What's wrong?"
"Nothing Mrs. Potter. I was just wondering what's up with this sudden change in my mute problem," answered Sirius, grinning at Mrs. Potter's shocked expression.
"You can....you can talk? That's not possible. I don't think. It hasn't been a year since you started taking that potion, let alone three."
"Is it going to last?" worried Sirius. He seemed to like his ability to speak, and James couldn't really blame him.
"I don't know. I don't think I've ever heard of this happening before. I think I'll go do some research. Oh, but before I do that, is there anything you want? Any food, something to drink, something to keep you amused?"
Sirius thought for a minute. Oddly enough, Sirius was starving. Or, perhaps not so odd, considering Sirius hadn't really eaten in forever. James had exaggerated when he had told his motehr that Sirius had been going to the hospital wing five times for malnutrition, but not by much. In truth, Sirius had only gone three times. Big difference, but hey. As long as he didn't die, he would be happy.
"Um, some food would be nice. And no, I don't have any preferences at the moment. I'll eat just about anything right now. Pathetic as that might be," replied Sirius. Mrs. Potter nodded and walked out of the room.
"Wow," James said after a few minutes in silence. "I never thought you'd be able to speak again. Shows how much faith I have."
"Nah," Sirius said, waving his hand impatiently. "I wasn't really expecting it either."
"What potion were you and my mom talking about?"
"Your mom gave me a potion that would take about three years to work, but after that time, I would presumably have my speech back. This might just be a side-effect of the potion or something. Who knows. I'm not going to get overly happy about this until your mom can confirm it."
"Ok, whatever floats your boat," muttered James, looking down at his hands. Sirius kept on changing. If he wasn't being suicidal he was being totally happy and ready for anything. If he wasn't sulking he was bouncing off the walls. If he wasn't mute then he was talking constantly. It was almost amazing how little James still knew of his best friend.
Mrs. Potter came in at just that moment with a bowl of soup for Sirius and a glass of Moutain Dew. She set it on the table by his bed and sat down on the edge of it with a book in her other hand.
"Well, Sirius. It seems like you'll be able to talk. At times anyways. This is like an on and off thing I guess. Most of the times you'll be able to talk, but other times you'll resort back to being mute."
"So, I'll be able to talk most of the time?"
"Yes," replied Mrs. Potter. Sirius smiled and James looked a bit confused by that, but was happy for his friend anyways.
What would the people think when they got back. A Sirius Black who was able to say what was on his mind. A Sirius Black who would be able to snap back at people who insulted him. A Sirius Black who would be able to use his wand faster because he would be able to say the incantation faster.
James sighed and closed his eyes as he thought all of that. What was the world coming to? The once peaceful life was now going to be turned into incredible mayhem. Uh oh, thought James and he shook his head slightly when he thought of the monster that had just been created.
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a.n. james doesn't really think that sirius is a monster, just a figure of speech. lol. i'm joking. well, actually i'm hoping you knew that. anyways, the next chapter is going to be them going back to school...i think. oh well. please review. if there are any stupid mistakes in this chapter please ignore them. i've been really...out of it lately, i guess.ah well. thanks for reading this. adios.