Just Like Her

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A/N: All right, did everyone read O.o.t.P? That story was a HUGE disappointment for me! How could he die?! How could she kill him off?! He was the one out of two people that I completely respected, loved, and sympathized for! And she just cut off his lifespan! Argh! I am truly mad at J.K. Rowling!

(But the story was still more than awesome! The best book that I have ever read! Lol.)

(Oh, and I guess this story has probably turned into an AU fanfiction, because this is so obviously NOT the way it did happen. Also, my friend Starblaze and I are writing another story that takes off starting with Snape's Worst Memory. Now, that will not be an AU fanfiction; we will try to make it as realistic as is magically possible)

Chapter 9

(In Which There is… Dark [Part 1])

By now, it was December. There was snow more than four inches everyday. Hogwarts was quickly being decorated with bright Christmas ornaments and the Hogwartians were happy.

That is, everybody besides those Gryffindors. Not all the Gryffindors. Actually, it was just about seven individuals.

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"Excuse me."

Sirius whirled around eagerly. He knew that voice.

Naina started. Oh damn. She had been trying to avoid this person for a week or two now. She turned to walk away.

"No! Nai, come on! Talk to me! I'm sorry, I didn't mean what I said!"

Naina sighed and rolled her eyes. "Whatever Mister Black. I did not come to the library to talk to you. I actually came to get a book for History of Magic. Now will you please move so I can get it?"

Sirius stayed still.

Naina glared at him menacingly. "Move it Black! Before I make you!"

Sirius laughed. "C'mon Nai! What are you gonna' do?"

Naina, still glaring, said, "This." And she gave a nice kick to his "privates". She stocked away, still having not gotten her book.

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Belle was sick. Not literally, but she certainly felt so. Lacie had SLAPPED her! But hadn't she deserved it? It was really too horrible of her to say something like that. Argh. Why was this happening? And what had she possibly done to deserve it?

She wanted to go back to Beauxbatons. Life was simple and good there. And so sat Belle, reminiscing about her lovely past.

Suddenly, all the candles blew out.

"Aaaaaahhhhhhhh!" Belle screamed, for it was pitch black, where she was standing. There were no windows to let any light in. After all, the sixth year girls' dormitory only had one big window. And although that let quite a lot of light in, there was no way it could reach the dark bathroom, all the way across the room.

Belle moved quickly to turn the doorknob, but to no avail. It would not open! "Dear god!" she whispered to herself, "I'm locked in. I'm locked in. I'm locked in a pitch-black room from where no light is coming through, from where I cannot see even half of a single thing, and from where I have no idea what is going on. And I have no wand! DEAR GOD!"

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Meanwhile, before the candles blew out…

Remus was hurrying back from the Charms lesson that he had had to make up. It was really unnecessary, but Professor Flitwick had simply insisted. But really! Who in the world was compelled to know a nose-unclogging charm, anyway? What was a bloody hanky for in the first place? Eh?

He was just entering the Great Hallway (you had to pass through it, to get to the Charms and Transfiguration Tuition Area)… when suddenly, the whole hall went dark. The only thing you could possibly see was the enchanted ceiling, which was, at the moment, as dark as black silk. And with no stars. Remus gave a loud yell, a little on the obscene side.

"Argh! Where is the bloody light?" he retraced his steps quickly, to get to the door. When he groped for it, he found it closed and bolted.

"DAMMIT!"

He ran to the other side, tripping on chairs and tables, and all sorts of other objects. When he finally got to the end, he was clutching his knee, trying to keep down a loud howl that was threatening to come out. He felt the door and pushed on it, as hard as he could. And Remus was quite a strong lad. But the door would not budge.

He quickly put his hand in his robe, to pull out his wand… but it wasn't there! "DAMN!" Remus started panicking; he tried to rush around (knocking more tables and chairs) and look for his wand, but it was no use. His wand was not there.

Now, Remus was not prone to lose courage. After all, he had to go through a very brave ordeal every month. But right now, with all the lights gone, all alone by himself, in a huge room, where he had no idea what was going on, he wasn't exactly about to declare an expedition. He was scared.

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Meanwhile… Before the dark…

Naina was working in the library. There was a little nook that she liked to do all her Defence Against Dark Arts essays. And that was where she sat at the moment.  She was the only one in the library, except Madame Pince. Madam Pince wanted some time to herself, but she truly thought that Naina was a very sweet girl, so let her work.

"Dear, would you excuse me for a moment?"

Naina looked up from writing her last inch of essay. She saw that Madame Pince was talking to her. "Oh, certainly Madame Pince. Can I still stay here? I'm almost done."

"Of course. Normally, I don't like to have students working in the library, when I am not here, but you are a sweet girl. I'm sure nothing could happen with you here." She gave her a very rare smile and left.

Naina smirked. Sweet? Her? Sure. You could say that apple juice was sour. You could even say that bananas were salty. But you couldn't really call Naina sweet.

She smiled and shook her head and went back to work. Suddenly, a wind rushed through the room and all the torches blew out. "Holy mother—oh!"

It was pitch black dark in the library. She did not know which way was which, but by groping the chairs and bookshelves, she found what felt like a door. She turned what felt like a doorknob. But it would only turn so much. 'Wrong way of course.' She thought to herself. She turned it the other way, but that would also turn only so much. Naina felt her eyebrows go quite high. Despite the horrible situation, she laughed. "Oh dear. If only Sirius were here. He would be scared to see my brows go so high. Ha!" she said to herself. And then she immediately grew sombre. Oh! How she wished that she had Sirius with her. Who cared about that STUPID argument? Really, he did not mean saying all that stupid stuff about the marauders. She needed Sirius.

Stupid Peter! If it had not been for him, the marauders would still be together and they would all be with her in the library. Remus would be sitting right next to her, finishing his homework with her. (He was the only one of the boys who ever decided to get his homework done with time to spare.) James would be lounging on a chair, looking at 1001 Delightful Curses. Peter would be sitting across from him, worriedly looking up antidotes for potions, because he could never remember them in class. And Sirius. Lovely, wonderful Sirius. He would be sitting next to James, looking over his shoulder onto the book, when he wasn't looking over, across Peter, teasing Naina.

All of this flashed through Naina's mind, as she sat next to, what she could only think was, a door. She started worrying very badly, when she found a most logical solution. So obvious, that she wondered if she was functioning all right, or not. Her wand! She reached into her robe, to pull it out. It wasn't there. She groped her way back to her little nook, and tried to find it there.

But the wand was gone.

And that was when she just couldn't take it any more. Naina curled up into a tiny ball…

And started crying.

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In another place… Before the darkness…

Sirius was angry. Filch had given him a detention.

Now, the reader asks, has Sirius gone mad? Why in Merlin's name would Sirius be upset about a detention? It was simply absurd. But it wasn't really. Sirius hadn't been himself at all, since the little… incident shall we call it? And when Naina refused to forgive Sirius, it had caused Sirius to have quite a meltdown. So detentions, which were a normal part of Sirius's normal life, were just out of the question.

And here he was, stuck again, cleaning that stupid trophy room. The worst part of it all was that there were so many Blacks in here! Of course, it wasn't as if Sirius couldn't stand anyone doing good services to the school. But Blacks for Merlin's sakes, was just absurd!

According to Sirius, about 99.9 out of a 100 percent, of the Blacks in the Black Family Tree (which went on hundreds of generations back as a pure-blooded family) were nasty vermin, who were lower than filth. They never did anything, good or bad, until they knew that there was something in it for them.

And this was only for a pureblood. The good Lord forbid them doing anything good for those disgusting, lowlife, mudbloods! And Sirius despised them wholly for thinking this way.

And then realising that even after all this, they were still considered to be worthy of Hogwarts trophies just infuriated Sirius.

Finally, Sirius finished dusting the last damn trophy, and stretched himself. At last, he was ready to go. And so he walked to the door at the end of the room. He had halfway reached, when…

The candles blew out. Sirius gasped. 'What the hell?' he thought. He tried to pull out his wand. Of course it was not there. (A/N: Surprise, surprise!) He turned around so quickly that he fell. "Argh!"

He quickly got up and stealthily made his way in the dark to search for his wand, but he was not rewarded. The wand was nowhere to be found. So he quickly went to the door and turned the knob. To no surprise, it would not turn either way. So Sirius yelled.

"If this is some freak's idea of a trick, you might as well know that it's definitely not funny!" But it was no trick. Sirius was locked in pitch-black darkness. How funny. Black was in the black.

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