Rain--- A Novel

Chapter Two

Disclaimer: I don't own HP.

WARNING: References to abuse will be made in this chapter if this makes you uncomfortable please do not read.

Previously: ....Lily looked simply looked perplexed, James shrugged, Amy was disgruntled at the interruption and Peter, as usual, looked rather lost. The measuring look Remus was giving, on the other hand, wasn't sitting too well with him.

Sirius POV:

Remus had always been good with these things. Intuition, I think it's called. He puts the pieces together and reads people like a puzzle. He's the brain of us Maurders; the logic to my extreme, the compassion to my vengeance. And he knows me, relates. Know what it is to be surrounded, cloistered, unable to breath, and yet be alone.

Peter is the follower. He needs us as much as we need him. Pure admiration is endless, completely boundless, in its enhancement of the ego. We are living proof of that you know. And they say that pride comes before the fall, and fall we will, one day, it'll happen, I know it will. I feel it. I just hope that it doesn't come too soon.

And James, well James is our core. He is the perfect one, the golden boy, the favorite. I sometimes wonder how he does it, when perfection is so hard to achieve. He is a leader you could say; the natural type who draws people, excites them, and impassions them. Where I am tense, withdrawn, he lets go, dancing along on his self made path and never looking back. I envy that. The invigorating freedom, in which for some reason or another the weights and rules that keep us normal mortals down just don't apply for him.

I don't really know just where I fit into it. The deatheater's son. All I am, is what they have given me and I pray that what I'll be will reach up to what they are. They are my base, my foundation, my family and there is something so indescribable about knowing that at least some things will never change. That at least some people will always be on your side. That at least one legacy will still remain.

Isabella POV:

With one last look at Sirius I turned away. I was walking blindly, not really knowing where I was going; one hall after another, pacing as I sorted my thoughts. Somehow he had upset me; something was different this year, something was off.

For some reason he made me uneasy. Looking at the situation, I realized that it was simply everything about him, from the undeserved perfection of his bronzed face to the Barbie like figures that clung immodestly off his arms, I felt inadequate and I could hardly figure out why. It seemed to me that I had long come to term with these things, I wasn't a beauty but I was smart. I wasn't popular but my friends, or should I say friend, was honestly the best I could have ever hoped for.

I would never be the things those Barbies were, but I was going places in life, I had ambitions and goals that they could never dream of. They were going to live there life just as they were now: hanging off someone's arm and I would kill myself if I was to replace them on that womanizer's pedestal. And that was exactly what Sirius Black was, a womanizer.

Feeling much better after my pep talk, I thanked the gods that I could afford to be late to Transfiguration. I had been on time every other class this year and McGonagall would live through it. With a mad dash I made my way over to the west side of the building hoping that she would be in a good mood.

In the Gryffindor classroom:

Despite her slight frame Professor McGonagall could be quite intimidating. It was later sworn by a certain Remus Lupin who at the time was in the process of hastily throwing a note to his longtime Ravenclaw crush Averill Lovegood, that as Professor McGonagall reached Sirius's desk, her shadow had grown with her presence, stretching a full three seats back to where he had been sitting.

"Mr. Black and Mrs. Haughton, I would very much appreciate that you untangle yourselves immediately," The class was silent though the sound of restrained laughter weighed heavily in the room. It might have been that Sirius had lipstick all over him or that Amy's hand had frozen much too high up his thigh for comfort. Whatever it was Professor McGonagall had gone a very unbecoming shade of purple and it seemed that Sirius had reached the extreme.

"Mr. Black as this has proven to be quite a problem for you specifically, your parents will have to be brought in so we can discuss this consistent lapse in your behavior in more detail. Until that can be scheduled you will be seeing me for detention starting tonight until I deem otherwise. " she snapped and the grinning Sirius paled visibly. James who had been silently sniggering now stopped and looked over worriedly to his friend.

The silence was palpable now and no longer of good humor. The current had changed and it was at this point in time when the door slowly creaked open. All eyes turned towards it, to where Isabella unaware of the obvious tension had attempted to make it in without notice. She turned crimson, as her entrance was met with some thirty pairs of eyes. Accusingly looking over the paper pale Sirius and the rumpled Amy, her eyes locked with Sirius's for a second before Professor McGonagall blocked her view and with some distinct mumbling about what their generation was coming to, booked her firmly for a weeks worth of detention.

Much to her discomfort she was then sent promptly to the library with Sirius and Amy, as Professor McGonagall had insisted the "three students unappreciative the learning opportunity" teach the lesson to themselves and compose a two foot parchment. It seemed that somewhere along the line she had been personally insulted.

Isabella's POV

We had not taken two steps outside the premise of the room when Amy, remarkably unaware of Sirius strained countenance, took the opportunity press herself to his side. I prepared myself to vomit as I was sure they would soon begin another make out session. As they had demonstrated in class, they were obviously not modest in the least and would most likely be able to quite effectively ignore my presence.

To my surprise however, Amy had barely begun to coo "seductively" into his ear, when he turned to her and pointedly told her he was not in the mood. It seemed she was taken aback, and to be honest so was I. The boy was stone, pure stone. I didn't ever think the day would have come when I, Isabella Landon the ultimate queen of dork, would sympathize with Amy, leader of the Hogwarts slut brigade, herself.

As it turned out, Amy had been put into Gryffindor for a reason. She leveled such a scathing glare at Sirius' 6 foot form that I worried for her personal safety, before turned sharply on those toothpick heels and walking swiftly away.

My worries then shifted from her to myself, who I realized, was walking down a series of secluded halls with a brooding giant, who did not like me in the least.

I picked up my pace, hoping that he wouldn't notice and that are final destination would not be the same. After all I don't think he even knew where the library was.

Sirius' POV

I knew I had been harsh with Amy but my brain was whirling. The previous events flashed over and over in my mind's eye. My parents were coming; McGonagall had been serious in her proposal of a meeting. If only I had known I wouldn't have come near Amy with a three foot pole. I now considered over and over how I would handle it, and I came down to the same conclusion every time, my father would be the victor. There simply was no escape, no way out of it. Most likely he would propose I take a weekend off, go home to talk it over and then he would lay it on me. Literally.

I remembered the feel of his weight over my body, the fetid smell of sweat, arousal, and blood. The sting of metal on my back, and most of all the echoes;

You are your father's son. You are my blood, my fate, my legacy.

I shuddered involuntarily, causing Isabella to glance back at me nervously, those blue cat eyes widening, and she began to walk even faster. I smirked and easily matched my pace with hers. After all, if my father was to come, there were a few things I wanted to get out of the way.

Fin for now

A/N

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