RainA Novel
Chapter Three
Disclaimer: I don't own HP.
A/N… I'd like to thank all of you who reviewed and apologize that it took me so long to update. I am really not very good at getting these things up in a timely fashion and this chapter was giving me an incredibly hard time, hence the billion month hiatus.
Moreover I didn't even realize how angsty and overdramatic this is getting. Hehe. I get a bit carried a way. I'll try to keep it under wraps in this chapter. (An attempt to excuse myself) It's just that I see Sirius as slightly similar to Draco, don't wince. They both came from similar wizarding families with similar ideology. It must have been hard for Sirius to have renounced such a powerful environment at such an early age and I most definitely think it took a toll on him. Now enough with all the psychoanalysis.
A/N 2… okay I'm going to reference to Lily in this chapter. Sirius met her at Hogwarts and visited over the summer, implausible I know but bear with me.
Previously…. 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.
Sirius POV
She was small and it only took me a few steps to catch up to her. She glanced at up at me warily, her eyes questioning; cat eyes, half hooded and sultry under thick ebony lashes. I felt a pulse of heat curl in my stomach, and I grinned wryly, acknowledging that it was that easy for her.
She had no idea. All it took was a glance. I wondered briefly what it would be like if I should take it a step further. Explosive. Who was I kidding? And the brat had no idea, none at all.
I'd started early and learned from the best, and looking the chit over it was not hard to tell that she was not even close.
She had been playing with dolls when I learned how to use my tongue behind a tree in Lily Evan's backyard.
She was sitting on a whicker chair when I walked in. Black hair everywhere, covering her face.
Sirius. Mamman thinks Maggie's wretched. But you don't do you? Sit with us.
I looked over at the doll. Maggie sat like a war veteran, her chipped lip curved and her one good eye looking on intently.
Isabella smiled, lips like bubblegum and she didn't know. I groaned inwardly; Lily was going to be mad that I was late.
Now Lily, she knew what she was about. Man, had James been jealous when he'd found out. But even back then it was implicit, we all understood. So while Lily and I played tonsil hooky, she and James had fistfights. James lost a tooth. Quite romantic really. And then I met Anne Marie and Lily, well Lily, she became Mrs. Potter.
Anne Marie Décor; she was part vela and promiscuous. How could I resist. I was twelve when she began to teach me. She was a diligent and exact, passionate and generous. And even with it all, she was not possessive and neither was I. We got around; I was the only second year with notches on my bedpost and a black book under my pillow.
The notches increased and the book became tattered and full; page after page I was building a reputation. I was fourteen and sure I had seen it all until I met Victoria Lestrange. She was a Slytherin after all. She showed me the carnal. She showed me obsession, fetish, pervasion.
I swear I was relieved when she graduated.
Isabella POV
Sirius was walking as if under a trance of sorts and I took his uncharacteristic lapse of alertness as an opportunity. Making a mad dash into the library I was on my way. Half enjoying myself I ducked behind a series of shelves. Convinced of my seclusion, my feet traced a well known path and my fingers reached for a book. Pulling it down I relished its dog eared pages, as I once more flipped through.
My mind raced and I was lost to a bittersweet melody of gritty charcol and curved lines.
"Bella."
My head snapped up and the book snapped shut. I knew. Even as my stomach dropped at the sound of my name rolling off his tongue, I felt distinctly uneasy. I spun around the morning's anger coming back to me. "Don't call me that Black," I hated that name, it brought back old memories, old scars. Worse yet the name belonged to him in a sense. He'd made it long ago, too long. No one called me that anymore, not even Lily.
"Fine. Izzy." He was grinning at me now, and I could tell he was enjoying himself at my expense.
"Some things never change", I thought and smiled wryly.
"I'm afraid I don't have time to read you a book Black." I said arching an eyebrow. I was perfectly aware that the boy was in actuality very intelligent, but if he didn't want to let it on, I most definitely was not going to provide him with the advantage. He had enough of them as it was.
"What's this," he asked ignoring me, and staring intently at the book. Grabbing it out of my hands he read aloud, "Artistic Genius."
I turned red.
Sirius POV
"Give it back." She was glaring at me; her eyes bright and her cheeks pink.
"I don't think so." I held the book up above her thin frame, half hoping she'd jump for it.
I smirked. We'd been here before.
"Sirius, stop, that's mine!"
She jumped for it and I laughed holding it higher.
She pushed me and still chuckling I tugged a thick blue black braid.
I looked at her, wistful.
Her lips pursed together in a straight line and she crossed her arms elegantly; she was a Landon after all.
Fin for now.
A/N I'd like to apologize that the chapter is so short; I will try and get more up. And I know I said it wouldn't be as angsty but… ?