Of beauty – by FunkyCharms21
Disclaimer: I own nothing but my own characters and a rotten job!
Summary: the life of Sirius Black- from 4th year in Hogwarts, this is a slash story with multiple partners (my characters) and eventual Remus/ Sirius. Told from many different points of views.
Rating: R
Chapter 2 – From A Sirius Perspective
~Sirius p.o.v~
I had never been as nervous in my life as I was that night, I will forever remember the date, it was the 31 of May, the night I became a man!
Well not really a man, just a guy who had sex…
I met Elena as scheduled in the astronomy tower, I came early, she wasn't there, she was late.
22:03 "she's not coming" pacing restlessly.
22:06 "it was a joke, an end of the year joke" pounding my hand softly against the brick wall.
22:10 "who am I kidding, she's a beautiful 6th year and I'm a 4th year"
I walked towards the door and opened it, planning to just get back to my room, before I got caught, coming face to face with her hand attempting to knock on the door.
We both looked up and smiled at each other.
She looked stunning, I had never seen her without her school robes, but now there she was in front of me wearing a short red miniskirt and a tight black tank top, her slender ankles encased in small red sandals.
Her beautiful blonde hair was left loose and glowing, her lips full and pink, set in a cute pout, I was hooked.
"I'm sorry I was so late, I was nearly caught by Professor Dale" she said, in that throaty sexy voice that could make every sensible guy run to the bathroom to spare himself the humiliation of cumming all over his pants.
And me, I'm a sensible guy.
We sat together and talked for what seemed like hours, she wasn't very smart or funny, but she was sweet and nice, not really my type.
And then it happened…
We were laughing at a joke, and I looked up into her beautifully made up blue eyes. Time just stopped, I couldn't explain it, we both leaned forward together, our eyes closing at the exact moment, our lips touched softly at first, then harder.
She was so sweet, I couldn't help but want to taste more, and then her sweet mouth opened, her agile tongue licked my lips, asking permission to enter my mouth, I moaned and parted my lips.
Her tongue explored my mouth and swiped at my teeth, then shyly and nervously I chased her tongue with mine into her mouth, tasting her mouth, duelling with her tongue. My first kiss with Serena at 12 was nothing like this; it was an embarrassing fumble, compared to this heaven.
Elena tasted like honey and the rain, and everything sweet you could ever imagine.
Before we knew it her hands were helping me get my shirt off and I was sucking on her neck softly, she moaned and threw her head back to allow me better access which I shamelessly took advantage of.
My hands travelling down her body, then under her tight tank top, gently squeezing her unbound breast, my fingers drawing circles on her nipples, lightly twirling them. Doing everything I dreamed of doing to her, late at night in the comfort and privacy of my four-poster bed, when the light was out.
In what seemed like minutes we were both naked, my brain had stopped working (at least one brain did, the other was in full speed), all I could think about was how soft and warm she felt, how no matter how close we were at that precise moment I had to get closer.
We couldn't stop kissing, I laid her down on the clothes covered floor and lay down upon her making sure not to put all of my weight on her.
I placed kisses, licks and bites all over her, I couldn't stop tasting her, touching her, her throaty moans like sensuous music to my ears. The blood in my veins pounding, my heart was speeding up, it all combined into this whirl of sound I had never heard before, a sound that touched my mind, heart and soul, I had never felt so connected with anyone or myself and I never felt so aroused in my life, it almost hurt, but the pain was so sweet, it was like being caught at the peak with no way of falling off or retreating, when you are not sure, almost afraid, yet at the same time you have to go on, there is no way back. It was maddening, delirious, it was sex.
And that was it. I had lost my virginity to her, I will remember her fondly forever, but this was no great love. She slept with me because she wanted to, because she wouldn't be here next year, she was transferring to Salem academy in Georgia.
She slept with me knowing that whether people knew or not, it wouldn't matter since she wouldn't be here to care.
I went back to my common room, knowing that an inquisition was waiting for me, my friends James, Remus and Peter had probably waited up for me.
I know James hadn't told them about my date, but they would be sitting up with him to wait for me either way.
Now it seems so hard to believe that nearly 4 years ago I got my Hogwarts letter, it was so strange because I never knew all of this existed, to me this was a childhood fantasy, stories told every night at bed time, by my mother or one of the other women in the "commune", while all of us children were cuddled together in our pyjamas in front of the fireplace.
My mother, formally known as Agnes changed her name to Venetia, the day she joined the "commune" which believes in free love, you know "make love, not war" the merry sixties, drugs, hippies, and all that, well that's Venetia for you.
She had me when she was 17, a runaway girl, with no place to go who hated restrictions.
She met my father one night at a pub in central London called "the hippogriff" for some bizarre reason.
She said he was very tall and so handsome, in his late 30's and she left with him that night, She never did know his name, but back then it just didn't matter.
I look just like him, or so I'm told, which makes sense, since my mom is 5'8, with brown eyes and light brown hair, her skin is very pale, her appearance is somewhat fragile looking and me, I'm 5'7 now, might be taller soon, with black hair (my mom says its almost blue, like my father's), purple eyes (I have no idea from where), my skin is somewhat tanned, I have my mom's lips and nose but my sire's bone structure, what a weird combination.
I was named after her favourite star, the Dog Star.
And though I nearly never call her mom, she is my family, she cares for me and loves me, so what if my family isn't picture perfect like James or Peter or even Remus, it's mine and I love it.
So imagine my surprise at being told I'm a wizard and at such peculiar circumstances. One fine summer morning, 3 weeks before the new school year, I was enrolled into Miss Parkinson's private co-ed school to begin my middle school studies, when an owl floated into our room, a big brown barn owl, but the most odd thing about it was that it was carrying a letter.
The owl floated up to me, landed on my desk and reached its foot towards me, the one with the letter, I was unsure at first about approaching it, owls are wild beasts after all, and I like my fingers intact, thank you very much.
But finally I gathered my nerve and reached out to take the offered letter, just then came a loud boom, from the other side of the mansion, in which we, the commune. lived (it was better then the tents we lived in just outside of Yorkshire when I was 5), followed by a scream of rage, made by non other then our commune leader Corbis, formally known as George. I guess he found that firecracker filled chocolate pie that me and the rest of the kids baked especially for him, followed by a scream of surprise and the sound of a body hitting the ground. I suppose we shouldn't have spilled M&M all over the floor, ops…
As you guessed we don't like George.
I waited for the silence that followed to be broken by another rage filled holler, when it came we all rushed towards the door, locking it firmly.
And I could finally read the letter which as I saw was addressed to me:
Sirius Black
Second bed on the right.
Children's bedroom on the 4th floor
"The commune"
Mansion of Pilfforthen
Yorkshire
That was awfully descriptive, guess that's for me; I opened the letter, and read. When I finished reading my letter to the lovely sound of fat George-Corbis' incessant pounding on our locked door, I was in complete shock, a wizard? Me? Was this a joke concocted by one of my "siblings"?
Well now nearly 4 years later I'm glad I took it siriusly (can't get over that!)
I still remember my first meeting with James.
I was running late, it was already 10:45 and I was stuck in traffic with Venetia, who borrowed the commune's pink and flower decorated van especially to bring me to King's Cross station in London so I could board the Hogwarts Express.
We made it with 5 minutes to spare, I said goodbye to my mum and looked around for the platform, now that's weird, there was no such thing platform 9 3/4!
What was I going to do? I've got less then 4 minutes to get on the train.
I was panicking, no other word for it, then to my rescue came a young boy, he looked about my age, he was shorter then me in nearly a foot, with really messy black hair and big glasses covering big pale blue eyes.
I smiled at him rather nervously.
"Hi, I'm Sirius Black; do you by any chance know how to get on the platform 9 and 3/4?"
"James Potter, ah so you're a first year as well, so am I, muggle born, right?
Come with me I'll take you there, my dad told me how to board it"
And we were friends right then, of course I had no idea what muggle born meant back then.
James was just like me, funny, quick witted, friendly but most importantly he loved to pull pranks, the perfect combination to any worthy friend, we talked about everything that morning, James was a pure blood wizard, his parents worked for the ministry of magic, his mom as a spokesperson for the minister and his dad was the head of magical experiments. We both knew that we would be best friends forever.
Meeting Peter on the other hand was a stroke of luck, we ran into him literally while running away from this greasy haired git, whose hair I had "accidentally" thrown my chewed gum into. No sense of humour, I tell you.
So there we were James and I running away from the grease ball, when "BAMM" I fell to the floor, James on top of me, under me I heard a squeak and felt a body wriggling, attempting to get up.
We all managed to untangle ourselves, just in time to come face to face with non other then "the grease master" and he was not alone, he had this vampire look alike blonde friend, I didn't like him at all.
"No where to run now! You are going to pay!" said the greasy guy, whose name I still didn't know.
He was pointing his wand at me and James; I didn't know how to do anything with my wand yet, besides twirling it between my fingers like some birthday party magician. I think James felt the same way.
We both looked at each other and closed our eyes, hoping the "grease" and his "creature of the night" friend wouldn't be very knowledgeable with a wand either, since James was a pure blood and he knew nearly nothing about charms or curses, his parents wouldn't let him, said he was enough trouble without a wand.
I could hear my impending doom rushing towards me, when I heard the grease and his friend mumble some curse, and felt a rush of air breeze past my face, as I was pulled to the floor, I opened my eyes cautiously, and looked about me. I was uninjured, I looked at James he too had opened his eyes looking as bewildered as I felt. James with very quick reflexes pulled us both to the ground before the curse could strike. Unbelievable guy! I think he was as shocked as me that we weren't hurt.
We both looked up at our aggressors to see them both in the hand of a much older boy; he looked to be about 17, and wore a pin on his robes that read "HEADBOY" grabbing the "vampire" and the "slime" by their robes while scolding them furiously on the use of curses on the train to attack "innocent" students like me and James, they looked about to cry when he told them that letters would be sent to their parents, it was beautiful.
James and I laughed so hard our stomachs hurt, when we could breath again we looked up into the face of a boy, a first year like us, he was somewhat chubby, with blonde almost white hair, and small beady eyes, he looked at us shyly, his stare almost pleading with us to talk to him, so we did.
"Hi I'm Sirius Black and this is James Potter, was it you we fell on?" I asked gently, he was very shy and I didn't want to upset him.
"I...I'm Peter... Peter Pettigrew. Yes, that was me; I'm also the one who called the head boy to help you"
"You did? Thank you" gushed James in his enthusiastic way
Me, I thought it was annoying of him to call the head boy, even though he did "save" my life, quite melodramatic, my mind conceded.
We all found a cart together and started talking, it became apparent that Peter was a nice guy, easy to control; he would become very useful in our plots to terrify Hogwarts. In fact it was very hard to believe that Peter's father was a famous Auror, like a policeman (so I thought at the time), because he was nothing like that. I was surprised he later got into Gryffindor. His mom was a homemaker. Peter was a pure blood as well; meaning he and James knew everything that was about to happen when we got to Hogwarts. I hate being at a disadvantage.
We were discussing houses, I had no idea where I should go, or would go, it was all so confusing, griffin something and huffleshmuffle, ravencar and slythersnake, I don't know, I should have read that Hogwarts a history book Venetia insisted we buy.
"So you have to get into Gryffindor it's the best" enthused James.
"Ravenclaw isn't bad either" replied a mysterious voice.
We all looked up towards the compartment door, there stood a boy, he looked about our age, but he had this quality of maturity, which was beyond his years, he looked very tired, like he hadn't slept in days. He was 5'4, with brown- blonde hair that had the most peculiar silver streaks, he was very slender, almost bony, there was nothing very remarkable about him, except his eyes, they were hazel, almost yellowish, with a hint of silver in their depths, there was something about him that made the hairs on your back stand. James felt it, maybe Peter did as well, and if I had any sense I wouldn't have done what I did. I asked him to sit with us.
In retrospect I'll never regret it.
His name was Remus Lupin, he was somewhat shy. Or maybe just nervous, we had to constantly engage him in our conversation, his demeanour was that of a person that was afraid of something, he had a secret and I wanted to know what it was.
Three hours later after the sorting ceremony we were no longer Sirius, James, Peter and Remus we were "the marauders".
I laughed to myself softly, a few hours of sex and I'm turning into an emotional fool. Must think of prank; try not to smile too much. Don't want them to guess before I tell them.
I walked into the common room and before the portrait of the fat lady even closed James jumped me.
Apparently he had been waiting all this time just to hear what happened.
So naturally I lied through my teeth to annoy him.
"Nothing happened James" I replied innocently, trying very hard, mind you, not to smirk in his face, James can read lies a mile a minute. Thank god he's not a professor.
"You lie" he said, not very sure himself whether I was lying or not.
Remus and Peter approached me as well.
"What is going on James?" asked Peter in his somewhat squeaky voice, his eyes shining in adoration as he looked upon James, if I was James I'd be worried about that. But not Jamie, he thinks it's cute.
Then came my final test Remus, I could never fool Remus, it must be the wolf thing.
He could smell it on me; Remus' wolf instincts and senses were always stronger closer to the full moon, which would be this week.
But for some reason the thought of having Remus smell another's scent on me created a very disturbing feeling in me.
So I decided to come clean.
"I had sex tonight, with Elena Bradford"
The moment I said it, I couldn't look in Remus' eyes, it felt wrong and idiotic. So I did what every idiot like me did, I pushed it deep into the recesses of my mind, together with my first word and first prank and
continued with my announcement.
"I did it! I had sex and it was beautiful, incredible!"
They were shocked to say the least, wanted details, mostly James, but I didn't want to talk about it, not in front of Remus, he looked so vulnerable, right then.
"So how is our animagus potion going? You were the last one to check on it rem." I asked Remus using his pet name, am I asking for his forgiveness?
Why? Forget it, I must be still delirious.
We spent the rest of the night talking about the animagus potion, while Remus was trying inanely and not very convincingly to talk us out of it, and about the last preparations for our prank against slimy Slytherins.
~~the morning after~
The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and Slytherin were eating goo for breakfast, life couldn't get any better.
We got up early feeling very tired but excited and got dressed hastily, grabbing our backpacks with our school books and home works (we were trying to get an education after all) and rushed towards the great hall, to enjoy our well thought out plan.
The setting couldn't have been planned better.
7:32- Snape and cronies have entered the great hall.
Target sighted.
7:34- target in place.
7:36- letta rip. Operation "eat the goo you slime buckets!" (Couldn't think of a shorter name) is on the way.
It was decided that Remus would do the necessary spell to activate our masterpiece, since he can look inconspicuous better then all of us.
At exactly 7:39 Remus had done his part, and elegantly slid back down to his seat, without anyone being the wiser, he is by far a true marauder.
At 7:41- it began, the first bewildered look appeared on the ugly pig faced Craig Avery, the Slytherin's keeper, followed by a look of disgust before he started throwing up his food. You see, we thought just letting them eat goo wasn't enough, so we also added a little ingredient of our own, a drop of newt juice, guaranteed to help you "toss your cookies", shall we say?
After Avery had lost his breakfast, early breakfast, last night's midnight snack and whatever else he consumed, the rest of the Slytherins followed suit.
7:45- total chaos, everyone on the Slytherin table couldn't stop throwing up.
Hmm… who knew good old Snape would look so good with all that
puke all over his new pressed robes, that's a very good look for him,
me and James agreed.
7:48- mission accomplished. I got the whole thing on James' magical
camera.
I was wrong, life had just gotten better.
Damn, was that professor McGonagall walking towards us looking menacing?
Well in the end we weren't punished at all, they can't prove it was us after all; the Slytherins spent the day in the infirmary recovering.
We all got the day off since it wasn't fair the Slytherins would miss a whole day of classes.
Life just keeps getting better.
~~ On the platform 9 and 3/4~~
Well, as Dumbledore would say "another year is gone…blah blah", I wasn't really listening, I was too busy taunting Snape with his new photos, whom we just shot last week, while he was sleeping and we decided to give him a makeover, all I can say is pink is definitely not his colour.
It was time to say good-bye again, I will miss them so much, especially James, wonderful, enthusiastic James, my best friend.
I won't be able to see him all summer, since he is going to France to visit his uncle and aunt, while his parents go on a second honeymoon.
I would have invited him over to my "house" but I doubt his parents would approve, they are very strict
As for Remmy, his parents are taking him to America this summer (it was Sweden last year) in hopes of finding a cure to his "illness". I wish they would understand Rem, he doesn't really want a cure, no matter what he says, the wolf is already a part of him, has been since he was 5 years old.
But Rem's dad is in the magical creatures' registry, he transferred there when Remus was bitten, he and Rem's mom, who writes cooking books, they just want their son back, and Remus understands that.
You have to love him for that, he is just so kind and honest, it's hard to believe that in his soul resides a wild beast.
We said our good byes, promised to write each other, and meet in Diagon Ally a week before school to buy our school supplies together, as we did every year since we met.
And we were on our way home, it felt so unnatural to not be walking together, I feel the same thing every year, this emptiness.
I can't wait for this summer to end, so we can be together again.
I walked out to the bleak London sun, and immediately spotted the commune's van, with Venetia, across the street (like you could miss a pink van with flowers on it?); we agreed that she would wait in the van for me because it was very hard to find a parking space.
I got in and we were off, I hope this summer won't be too bad.
First I want to thank all of you who reviewed my story; I appreciate it, as you can see this chapter was longer, I hope you didn't find it too boring, I just thought I need to give you more background, I'm already working on the 3rd chapter.3rd chapter will have slash in it.
Johnnys-eeyore- thank you for your kind words, I hope you will like this
chapter.
tomzgurl77- I don't think James or Sirius know what they are feeling right
now, guess we'll have to wait and see.
elmtree - well I'm afraid this chapter was written from Sirius p.o.v , so there
isn't any other opinion, its all his observations, but next chapters
will have others p.o.v, (not the marauders, but my own characters).
Flames will be used to power my "I Love Sirius Black" shrine.
Thank you.