Brain Fart...(don't know what 2 write...)hmmmmmmmm
It was way past the welcoming feast, but it seemed as if no matter of time could escape the storming tantrum that took place just outside of the thick, stone castle walls. The many hallways, cluttered with portraits, held about them a sense of comfort and drowsiness. Although, the event taking place inside of them was anything but that.
Sirius ran, full tilt, along the many corridors( that at this moment seemed nothing more than a maze). He looked over his shoulder to see if there was anyone following him, and saw with relief, that nothing but his shadow lay behind him. He trotted to a stop, still beathing hard, and looked about himself. Just then it seemed as if a large curtain had been draped around the castle, muffling the former feelings of security and sleepiness. These fading feelings were soon replaced by a sharp stab of fear, fear of the unknown, fear of the impossible. Which was quickly followed by an overwhelming feeling of alertness and aprehension. Sirius looked about nervously, the hairs on the back of his neck raised as he felt someone's eyes peirce uncomfortably through his back. He began to back against a wall, uneasily, trying to see whatever or whoever washunting him. He thengot the overpowering feeling of the fear of the hunted, he saw no way out, he was trapped. His breath began to quicken and he began to see flickering shapes in the shadows, his ears faintly picked up the sound of a delicate padding of the feet, almost silent. Because of his fear, his senses had grown ten-fold it seemed. The sound of the hunter stalking it's prey became the only thing he could hear. Each tender footstep drew him closer to his doom, and he knew it. He shivered a little, sliding downthe wall as the oncoming darkness cameever closer to him.His breath caught in his chest and he closed his eyes, knowing that it was coming closer. He braced himself for the unknown, although, nothing it seemed could compare with the terror that had frozen his blood right now. Then at the sudden burst of noise, his glittering, black/blue eyes snapped open without his control.
"Sirius? Sirius?Wake up, breakfast has already started." a young James Potter shook a sleeping Sirius awake,"You better not be like this all year, you're so hard to wake up." James complained as Sirius shot bolt-upright in hisbed. He looked about the room, as if to assure himself that this room was reallywhere he was, and thenhe laughed.
" No, I'll wake up on time eventually, I was just dreaming." he said as he got dressed.
James and Sirius both walked down to the Great Hall together. After their meeting last night, at the dinner table, they had both considered the other a cool person, and both were determined to win a friend through this magicalyear. And, why not start sooner than later, all the more time to have fun together when they got to know each other.
They sat down at a table next to a very sleepy looking boy. He had his brown head resting on a skinny arm behind a plate filled with food. It looked as if he hadn't touched any of his food, and it was terribly clear why. Both James and Sirius could plainly hear his steady snores. James shot Sirius a quick questioning look, as he carefully sat down next to the sleeping figure. Sirius, not understanding what the "questioning" look meant mouthed," What?"
James, looking carfully at the sleeping figure, whispered," Should we wake him?" But then, the boy shot straight up in his creaking seat. He looked around the room through surprised, amber eyes. Then seeing both James and Sirius frozen in the act of whispering around him, his expression changed to one of annoyance.
" You just did." he stated offhandedly, he began to quickly wolf down his food, as he quickly glanced at his ever ticking watch. All of this, he did so fast that Sirius and James barely had time to meet eyes. (they still were frozen, due to surprise) The other boy broke their still-spell by quickly grabbing his bags and rushing out of the room. (still carrying a piece of toast)
James whistled," Somebody's in a hurry!" The about-to-be conversation was interuppted when someone sat down inbetween them. All that Sirius could see was a violent flash of red hair, and he was down. He felt himself fall off the edge of the bench(he was sitting on the end)and land on the floor. But, having quick reflexes, he caught himself just in time. He shook his head, shaking his hair out of his eyes.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to knock you over, well maybe i did...but sorry!" a breathless voice said from above as a freckled arm reached down to help him up.
He got back onto his seat,"Who...why...what?" Sirius asked, confused at being knocked off of his seat by someone he didn't know. A pretty girl stood before them, brushing some dust off of her green, plaid (school uniform) skirt. She had wiast length, wavy red hair and was smiling at them in a friendly way.
"Well see, there was this Slytherin, long brown hair and all. And she was aiming a spell at you. And neither of you noticed, so I ...uh...yea." she smiled shyly at the floor when she noticed that James had been staring at her straight for about a minute, his mouth still opened in surprise.
"Oh! That would be my cousin Bellatrix." Sirius slapped his forehead," How could I have forgotten?" he asked to no one in particular.
She looked at him, shocked,"Thats your cousin? Why is she mad at you?" At this, Sirius burst out laughing, drawing a few people's eyes.
"Oh! She doesn't need a reason to hate me. Never has, never will." Apparantly she didn't think that was funny in the least bit, she sat down, right inbetween the two of them. James looked as if he was working up the courage to say something.
"So...what did you say your name was?" he asked, not taking his eyes off of her radiant green ones.
" Oh. I didn't, did I?" she giggled," I was a little preocupied with warning you. Sorry. My name is Lily Evans."
" I'm Sirius Black, and this here is James Potter." he roughly patted James on the back, who looked like he was in heaven, since he heard Lily's name.He shook himself, a little reluctantly, out of his daydreaming stupor.
"Well, I have to go, bye." and with that she got briskly off the slightly dusty bench. After a few seconds of watching her go, Sirius turned to his still hypnotized friend.
" She seems like she's pretty nice, what do you think, James? James?" he, rolling his eyes, waved his hand in front of James's face. When this didn't wake him, something else did. A very handsome, black, and glossy owl fluttered down softly towards Sirius. Without landing, it deftly dropped a trembling, red envolope on Sirius's lap. Then, with what Sirius thought, seemed like great haste, turned tail and fled. This not only woke James up, but put him into quick action.
" Thats a howler, Sirius, run Sirius, run!" Sirius just looked stupidly at the, now smoldering, letter on his lap(that was letting out a growing whistle, like that of a tea kettle) The only thought that ran, at lightning speed, through his mind was," She knows, she knows..." Then, to his surprise, James(with a determined face) swiped the crackling letter off of Sirius's lap and began to sprint towards the great double doors. All of the students, who wern't looking before, snapped their haeds around and watched the small figure bound towards the exit. Proffessor McGonagal stood up, lip thinly shrinking by the minute.
"Mr. Potter, Mr. Potter! where are you going!" she called over the now gossiping school. But James didn't stop there, he heaved open the heavy doors, and stumbled outside.