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Dante Lewis: it is good to see them connect, they sort of fall apart in this one. Don't worry, Remus will get out
Kungzoune: Remus will get out of that camp eventually; I wont leave him there.
Ceyxa: Just read on hun.
Paula: no there hasn't been any contact with Remus, because owls wont be received there, and no visiting as it is a werewolf camp. I didn't see the sense in hunger strikes, cos Amaya will be hurt more than Sirius, and I think them silly. Poison attempts will see her in Azkaban and then she can't get Remus out, and burning the house down would see her homeless. She will wait, and then get her revenge. Sirius won't have it easy because she still hates him, and was only pleasant because he was buying her things.
Miss Stephanie Black: No I won't keep Remus there. He will be out soon.
Dadaiiro: Amaya hasn't forgiven him either. Sorry, no Remus, not yet anyway
Js: it would wouldn't it?
Moony's mate: glad you liked it. Read on.
Risi: Sorry, she will not be in Hufflepuff because I don't really like them. Remus will not die, because then there would be hardly any characters left, well after Amaya's finished with them at least.
Hobey-Ho: Here's a bit of violence for you. There may be more in the next chapter when there is a duel between Harry and Draco. See if you can guess why. :nudge nudge wink wink:
MP4: Remus will be back. I don't know what condition he will be in though. Haven't decided anything beyond alive.
Gwen Worshipper: Remus will make an appearance in the near future. As for him getting back together with Sirius, well if the readers want that…
Dortha: Sorry hun, Ravenclaw would be good but the reviewers have decided.
Rikkairora: That's why she was pleasant to him. Bit of a break here though.
Crazy-Psycho: glad you liked the chapter
PPP: That's a good idea. I'll do that. Gryffindor bullying, and then Slytherins telling them to naff off. :Author scribbles frantically:
Eleanora1: :Whimpers sadly: I'm sorry he's there, but it's necessary for the story. I sent him there rather than Azkaban, because… : dons large rimmed hat and glasses as she reveals a bit of future chapters: the camps would be set up and governed by werewolf rights workers as oppose to Azkaban, which is worse for a werewolf than humans, so they have some rights. NOT like concentration camps! Here they wont be gassed or burned alive or other squicky things. Remus will get out; I love him too much to leave him there.
A.N. Results of the tally
Gryffindor- 0 : author points and laughs:
Hufflepuff- 1
Ravenclaw- 5
Slytherin- 7 :author asked sister:
So, she is in Slytherin then
So, So sorry it has been so long since I last updated. I got banned :faints in horror: for doing this instead of the ironing I was asked to do. Oh well, please enjoy and review.
'Sirius?' Amaya looked up from her plate decorated by a scattering of grape seeds, brow furrowed by a thought that had been plaguing her mind.
'Hmm.'
'You know that contract, the one you fetched round?'
'Yeah, what about it?'
'Even though Papa burnt it, would it still be valid?' Amaya enquired.
'No.' Sirius spoke through a mouthful of toast. 'You hadn't signed it, so it wasn't legal. Because you are sixteen, it needed your signature. Why?'
Amaya broke out into a huge smile and bubbles of ecstasy burst and washed over her. Joyous laughter streamed from her mouth like a powerful river that had been damned up by hatred, fear and longing as she clapped her hands together in barely contained delight. Sirius watched the display, eyebrow raised in mild alarm as he considered a series of shock spells. Amaya, noting Sirius look, ceased her fit of joy.
'Sorry, but that has just proved something for me.'
'Oh.' Sirius swallowed his mouthful of toast. 'What is that?'
'That means that Dumbledore was wrong, and I haven't been adopted by you, and that Papa was right to defend me.' Amaya was practically dancing with hopeful happiness. 'So he doesn't have to be in that camp.
Sirius, arm outstretched to pluck some grapes from the bunch in the brightly lacquered yellow bowl in front of Amaya, froze. Amaya's face was flushed and her eyes were shining. Her hair was a dishevelled fuzz where it had escaped from the plaits she had placed them into. She looked so happy. So vividly alive. Sirius could hardly bear to reveal the dark depths of Umbridge's scheming, to burst the delicate and fragile film of joy that glazed the hope and happiness of her warm and loving heart. And yet here he was with his torch of deception and cruel pin.
'He can't be freed.' In her elation, Amaya didn't hear right away.
'What?'
'I said he can't be freed.' Sirius watched with sadness as her radiant face was washed of the glee it had held, to be turned wan with confusion and puzzlement.
'Why?' Amaya gnawed on her lip. 'The only reason he was sent to that camp and not fined was because they thought you had adopted me. Because you haven't, he can be let out.'
'I have adopted you.'
'But you said that I…'
'I know what I said.' Sirius cut across her sharply. 'But your signature was there. Umbridge forged it using a dark curse. So you are mine. And that's the end of it.' Amaya looked at him aghast.
'B...B... But surely if you informed the Ministry of what she has done…'
'Why would I do that?' Amaya stared at him incredulously.
'Because Papa is unlawfully in prison.'
'And? Look Amaya, I can't say I agree with what she did, but I got what I wanted in the end. You.'
Amaya felt her shoulders slump as the weight of her misery and loneliness, temporarily relieved by her questioning, returned with even greater force. It felt like she had failed her Papa again. Not only could she give evidence to help him, but also she could not find a way to get him out. Hatred bubbled inside of her like a vat of molten lead, its noxious fumes clouding her mind, even as one solitary cool tear trickled down her face. Seeing her crying, Sirius' guilt increased and he laid a hand on her arm. A punch to the jaw sent him sprawling.
'You bastard. You utter bastard. You will see a man in prison to keep yourself out of trouble. Prick.' Her eyes glowed burnished gold and fangs showed and she spat insults upon him. Stepping over the man on the floor she ran to her room. Ripping off her pyjamas she flung on some old jeans, disregarding the rips at the knees, and a fleece jumper. Hauling out her trunk, she threw in her belongings, shrinking and charming them to pack themselves neatly as she went. In went her favourite teddies, including a reduced sized stuffed wolf, CD's, books and clothes. Also, upon reflection, she threw in Lupo's toys, blanket and bowls.
'What are you doing?' Sirius lounged in the doorway. To Amaya's great satisfaction, a blue-black plum shaped bruise bloomed on his jaw.
'What does it look like? I'm packing.'
'Why? Dumbledore said that you didn't have to go back until the end of the week.'
'I know, but I want to be as far away from you as possible.' Sirius sighed and sealed the door. Amaya looked up from her packing. 'Open the door.'
'No. You are not going anywhere.' Cursing, she grabbed her wand blasted a hole through the wall. Slamming her trunk shut, she stalked past a stunned Sirius, and down the stairs, calling her dog as she went. By the time Sirius had recovered hi senses, Amaya was already at the end of the drive and flinging her arm out. In answer to her call, a large purple bus swerved up to stop in front of her. Swearing, Sirius sprinted up the drive towards his daughter, the sharp gravel cutting and biting into the bare flesh of his feet.
'Wait. Wait. Wait.' Stan Shunspike paused in his hauling Amaya's trunk aboard.
'Wait. We can talk about this.' He panted 'Besides, we agreed to go out today. I've still got loads of London to show you. There's the Tower, Hampton Court. We can go and see a West End Show.'
'There is nothing for us to talk about. I was pleasant to you yesterday because I would have felt bad if I was angry as you were buying me things. I still hated you. I still do. And if you think I will be pleasant now, after what you've told me, another thing coming you most certainly have. Get off.'
'What about your things? We can go through them and sort out what you want…'
'I've got everything I want. Lupo, come here.'
'Ere.' Stan spoke up. 'Oo'll av to pay for yer dog too.'
'Fine.' Sirius interrupted.
'What even your CD's'
'Yep'
Sirius asked incredulously 'What are you going to play them on?'
'My CD player. I've charmed it to work on magic, so it can work at Hogwarts.'
'Oh yeah.' Sirius smirked 'And what scrap of junk did you take apart to figure that one out then?' It was Amaya's turn to smirk. An evil, Marauders grin into Sirius' increasingly horrified face as she replied triumphantly 'Your motorbike.'
Head on her wrist, Amaya watched the countryside fly by as the bus wove its haphazard way through cities and farms on its way to its various destinations. After falling off her chair twice, Amaya had sealed her chair and a longer chair for Lupo, to the floor providing a safe place for her increasingly frightened dog to sit, as other seats whizzed past them. Here he slept at his mistress's side, paws occasionally twitching in his pursuit of dream rabbits in his dream world.
All too soon, the bus stopped outside a familiar set of wrought iron gates. Staring at the crest embossed on the front she couldn't help but feel sad at how her last day had been, and how she was treated by members of her house, the same house her Papa had so many happy times in. Seeing the serpent of Slytherin's house, she thought of Draco, to have caterpillars tickle and wriggle inside. With resignation, she pushed open the gate and let Lupo run through. Lugging her trunk behind her, she walked along the huge gravel path to the castle, noting the students were eating. Upon entering the Great Hall, and seeing that no one was around, she quickly changed her fleece to a t-shirt that sported a prancing 'My Little Pony' from Harrods. Remembering the mess of her hair, she pulled it out of the plaited pig-tails she had slept in, and ran her fingers through it in an attempt to tidy her mane somewhat. Calling Lupo to heel, she entered the Main Hall, and Hogwarts life once more. Feeling the weight of hundreds of eyes on her, she scurried over to the Slytherin table, and where Draco was sitting. Smiling at the gaping blonde, she leaned over and seized a pie, several sausages and some bread.
'Hi. I've come back. Couldn't take him much longer. See you later maybe. Come on Lupo.' Less than two minutes after entering, she left, Lupo jumping up at her for the sausages she had procured for him.
Sitting by a tree, she watched the sun set over a huge lake. Her trunk lay by the side of her, and Lupo basked in the heat by her feet. His growling alerted Amaya to the approach of another. Whirling up, she stood to face Dumbledore, who had his hands up in a placatory manner, and scrap of black hanging from one of his hands, his hair and beard glowing in the dying light.
'Peace child. I've only come to talk.' Amaya didn't back down from her defensive stance, only put a hand out to stroke and scratch the ears of her dog.
'I've had an owl from your father, explaining your reason for your return…' Amaya snorted yeah right 'And he has requested that I re-sort you.'
'I thought that wasn't allowed.'
'In the circumstances, I will make an exception.' Taking the rag, he placed the hat on her head. Her eyes were covered in darkness once more.
So, back again are we.
I warned you not to put me there
So you did. So you did. Well, where to put you.
Slytherin. Please Slytherin.
Why so persistent?
It's where I have a friend.
Very well.
'Slytherin.' Amaya smiled.
'Well.' Dumbledore collected the hat. 'My business here is done. Good night Miss Lupin. The password is "Purity".'
Darkness had long since fallen, and his dorm was filled with the snuffling and snoring of his house members, yet he couldn't sleep. Images of Amaya kept running through his head. For some reason she intrigued him beyond all others. It was not her looks. The memory of her coming towards him at dinner, pink flesh showing through the rips in her jeans, hair combed into haphazard waves. She is gorgeous though. Hearing a soft sound downstairs, Draco sat bolt upright, halting his musings. Ears pricked, he waited. A muffled sob decided his actions and he padded gently past the occupied beds and down the stairs. He was shocked to see Amaya sat in front of the fire, and saddened to realise she was crying. From the shadows of the stairs, he watched the firelight dance on the liquid gold on her hair and crystallise her tears. Dry mouthed, he realised she wore nothing more than a sheer slip, which when bathed in the glow of the flames, left little to the imagination. She was so occupied in her thoughts that she didn't see him enter. She jumped when he reverently wiped them away.
'Why are you crying?' The corners of her mouth turned down as she rested her head on his shoulder. He held her awkwardly. This is not what a Malfoy does. Yet he didn't voice a protest.
'I've failed him. I've failed.' She whimpered repeatedly. 'I'm sorry Papa.' Eventually her tears dried up, and she turned her face towards his. Tears had made her eyes slightly puffy, her nose sniffly, and her mouth into a sad pout. As he stared at her, she blushed and turned away, to have her face turned back, and her mouth captured by his. Moments passed, and the flames danced on.
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