SILVER SILENCE

James ran, stumbling on the unfamiliar ground, towards the lake. His messy, black hair was blown back due to the reckless speed at which he tore past the fringe of the Forbidden Forest. Fall leaves stirred from their grassy beds in his wake, birds flew out of their trees in alarm, and he stumbled on his shoes that had recently became unlaced in his hurried flight. But he noticed none of this, all he could see was the great blue lake ahead of him and all that he could hear was the ever-growing shrill whistle of the howler (which was steadily becoming more and more hot in his small hand). Then, a change came over the howler's shrieks, it began to screech out unrecognizable booms of rage. The howls ripped through the crisp, fall air, making him squint his eyes (he could already feel a headache coming on).

He ran harder, he was so close to the lake! His breath hitched in his heaving chest. He could make it! The wind tore at his slight figure.He could- he fell to his knees in pain as the howler erupted in red, smoking flames. He quickly dropped it, clutching his injured hand to his chest, he scrunched his eyes up against unconscious tears of excrutiating pain. He sat thus for only a few valuable secondsbefore shaking his messy head.Then his hazel eyes widened as he saw the howler begin to catch flame on the dry sickened grass. Thinking quickly (or not thinking at all) he swiped it up and threw it into the lake, while he stopmed out the fire below him.

This worked very well except for one teensy, tiny, itsy-bitsy, wittle problem...

SIRIUS'S POINT OF VIEW

Sirius sat completely still, in what some thought was shock, he was just staring, unfocasedly, at the spot where the howler had layed on his lap. Nearby students imitated him, laughing, all the while seeing if they could get a reaction out of him. They did this for about five minutes straight, before realizing that he wasn't even looking at them. They turned away, frowning, as Sirius mulled over his hurt thoughts.

"How did she find out so quickly? How did she find out at all? Someone must have told her...but who..." Sirius gulped," Who would want something this horrible to happen to me?" his murky thoughts quickly swam to Bellatrix's laughing face.

"I know she hates me, but...but we're family and ...and." he buried his glossy head on his arms resting on the table. He could still feel everyone's eyes on him, but he didn't care. Inside of his brave heart, feelings of anger swelled within him.

"She doesn't know what its like, living in my family. She's used to being pampered and waited on like a princess. If I find out that she really was the one who did this then I'll..." he blew angrily at some thin, black whisps of hair that had fallen in before his eyes, trying to think of something horrible enough to do to Bellatrix.

He could tell, by the return of the gossiping voices, that everyone's attention was now no longer on him. He sighed in relief, then jerked his head up when he felt a hand on his shoulder.

JAQUETTA'S POINT OF VIEW

He jerked his head up and twisted his shoulder away from me in surprise. I noticed how his black eyes gleamed blue as he looked around himself, searching for who had touched him, then his eyes focased on me. I couldn't help but laugh a little at how priceless his face was.

"Oh, Jaquetta, its just you." he said,in astrange andhollow voice. I frowned a little, something wasn't right here.

"Of course it is, who else would I be?" I smiled kindly, for some reason I really wanted to make him smile, make his voice turn back to normal, "The minister of magic?" It worked, my eyes lit up in pleasure as I saw him smile at that ridiculus thought.

"Are you going to try out for the Quidditch team?" I asked, trying to take his mind off of his Howler, and James. He got up, and I followed him smiling.

"Oh no! No, no, no, no ,no! Not me! I'm horrible at the game." I smiled even more when he backed away shaking his head and waving his hands in front of his chest, slightly, in mock fear. He was funny, and he liked to talk with his hands. If only I was brave like him, then I would be in Gryffindor and be able to be better friends with him.

"I need all of the friends I can get." I thought, All well." I brushed that negative thought aside, "I would show him how good of a friend I could be anyway."

"Yeah. My cousin's an absolute fanatic and tried to teach me once in his backyard. " I paused, shaking my head reflectivly, " I don't think that there was one tree that I didn't hit... and he lives in the middle of a forest too." I stopped walking, holding in a laugh, peering at him through the corner of my eyes. We both laughed a little, drawing stares from students passing by. After that moment passed we began to walk to our next class, which was the same class, when he stopped walking and slapped himself on the forehead, muttering about forgetting and must leave and other wierd phrases.

"Well, I'll see you, Jaquetta, I'm gonna go see if I can find James. I can't believe I forgot!" he turned around, remembering his loyal friend and waved me a good-bye. I nodded to him, still smiling, as he pushed through a large crowd of protesting students.

THIRD PERSON VIEW

Sirius ran, pushing through the never-ending crowd, towards the double doors that led outside. A few people (mostly the older students) grumbled and pushed against the small first-year as he ran the "wrong way, stupid!".

He was almost there when he felt an iron grip latch itself to his skinny wrist, causing him to twirl around and face his oppressor. (Or rather, byhis shirt sleeve) He pulled away, twisting against his oppressor. His sleeve tore, making him blushas students luaghed harder. He looked around himself the, sight of the laughing, pointing faces overwhelmed him temporarily. Unfortunatley, this gave his assiliant time tolatch a firmer grip on his wrist.

Then, the hand lifted him clean off the ground, by his crackingwrist. Students around him guffawed out laughter. He tried to twist out of the grasp, but it just tightened, causing his eyes to smart in pain. He stopped struggling and looked up angrily, blinking against the pain that inflamed his throbbing wrist.

" Let me go! I need to get to James!" he gaspedout angrilywhen the strong hand tightened it's hold around him even more, bending his wrist further. His other hand flew to his wrist.

A seventh year boy with long blond hair laughed cruelly at him, shaking him up and down. One moment he was being jerked upwards with a lurching sensation in the pit of his stomach. And, the next his weak legs were crashed onto the floor, slipping about helplessly. Bellatrix stood laughing next to him, never taking her eyes off of Sirius's helpless, wrigglingform. The pain in his wrist had become unbearable, a million rusty needles, burning hot, ripped at his wrist.

He tried to yell out at them, but for some reason, he couldn't speak.

"Look, he's trembling!" snorted an ugly Slytherin standing in the crowd. Sirius flushed, it was true, and they all exclaimed at that too. but what they didn't know, was that he wasn't trembling in fear of them or blushing from embarrassment.

A white-hot rage roared inside of his pounding head, causing his ears to buzz. His pale face grew hot as if there really was a fire inside of him. So hot was this fire within him that the pain in his wrist was no more. And, even if he tried, he did not move his eyes from the face of his tormentor's. For years to come, he would always have their faces branded into his memory.

The following event would be the most surprising event for the ever-growing throng of laughing students about him.

It was as if all of the ripping and clawing anger inside of him could bare itself no longer when...

hahaha!Suspense, ever wonderful suspense!

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