Times of the Past Alyssa's Story Chapter 6: Headlines of the Daily Prophet, a harry potter fanfic

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I couldn't believe it; it was already March. Exams were just a few months away, and Lily was already studying.

"You're mental," claimed Sirius. We were all sitting around in the common room, attempting to catch up on the loads of homework, when Lily had burst in, yelled at us to move, and burried her nose in a book.

"I second Sirius's opinion," claimed James. Naturally, the Marauders had all made up, and it seemed to me that I was the only one who remembered it ever happening.

And Snape, of course.

It made him sick that Professor Dumbledore wouldn't let him tell a soul what he had learned.

It made me laugh.

Gaytard.

"Peter, you are such a pig," I slapped Midget Boy upside the head as he stole my eclaire.

NEVER touch my food.

Never.

He glared at me and shoved it in his mouth, then grinned.

Retard.

I reached over Lily ("MOVE IT WOMAN") and stole one of James's. I tossed it to Sirius as James jumped up, glaring. Sirius tossed it to Remus, who frowned and slid it to Peter, who, (guess) ate it.

Yes.

We were that bored.

ANYWAY, James had decided to play a few games of chess, so now he and Remus were starting in on their 16th one. I did what any sensible person would do.

Sirius and I took turns yelling "Booooooooooooo" and throwing things (such as Peter's eclaires) at random people.

Unfortunately, we threw one in the doorway.. as Professor McGonagall stepped in.

"BLACK! KAUFMAN!"

Damn it.

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The past few months (especially since I had last visited Dumbledore) all we heard about was this Lord Voldemort thing. As far as I was concerned, I had nothing to worry about; my parents didn't even know who he was, them being Muggles and all.

I don't think anyone at the school was worried about it until rumors began flying that Hogwarts was home to some young Death Eaters.

"Malfoy," said James instantly.

"Snape," included Remus.

"Narcissa and Bellatrix," nodded Sirius.

"That Lestrange guy, the one who tried to turn Alice King into a ferret the other day." Lestrange was NOT my favorite person in the world at that point in time.

Stupid gaytard.

Notice how all the people we named were in Slytherin? I shivered. It was yet another reason why I was glad I wasn't in that house.

"Sirius," said Remus suddenly, "Isn't that your owl?"

Peter opened the window and allowed Chance, his mother's young (and in my opinion, freakin annoying) owl to land on the table by Sirius and James. Chance dropped what looked like a letter in Sirius's lap, then flew off before Sirius could even pet him.

Poor guy.

Even his owl hates him.

"I can't believe that b-tch," said Sirius darkly, after reading the letter several times. He tossed it to James, who tossed it to Remus, who tossed it to me.

"Sirius,

Hello. I am sure you have heard about Lord Voldemort and his beliefs, and I want you to know that your whole family is on his side. If you decide to honor your blood, we will be most pleased. If you don't, however, it is my sorrow to say that we would prefer if you just didn't come back. Family beliefs come first, Sirius, and I hope you realize that if you refuse, Lord Voldemort will provide you the most painful of deaths.

Yours,

Catline Black

(A/N: I'm not sure about her name, so my sis helped me make one up.. if anyone knows her real name, tell me plz:) )

I glanced up at Sirius with raised eyebrows.

'' 'most painful of deaths'?" I frowned. "What's he going to do, shove your manlihood in a food chopper?"

and naturally, they were lost.

Guys.

James shook his head as if to say anywayyyyy, and focused back on Sirius. "You know," he said, "My parents would take you in gladly if you need a place to stay."

And from then on, Sirius called the Potter's home his home.

Voldemort was talked about more and more each day, and the Daily Prophet didn't help anything. You'd think it was on their side, by the way it talked, saying things like "Undefeatable" and "Most powerful wizard in all time." There was constantly news of another attack on the headlines. I got to where I wouldn't even bother reading the story, it was all the same; a muggle-born wizard or witch and their family were unfortunate and got killed.

I don't mean it to sound like I didn't care..

I just wasn't scared.

After all, everyone said Voldemort never struck randomly, they said he attacked certain families, and my family were all Muggles; they didn't know who he was.

That is, until Alice King's parents were killed.

The Marauders, Lily, Kylie, and I had been sitting at the breakfast table when the mail came. Lily tossed aside the Prophet and read her note from her mother. My owl, Cammie, hit Peter in the head and fell beside Lily, knocking everything off into the floor.

Stupid owl..

good shot, though.

I leaned down to pick my letter up when I saw the Prophet underneath it. On the headlines, it said "MUGGLES MURDERED". I warily picked it up and pointed it out to Lily.

"Listen to this," she said to the guys. Then, she read aloud:

"Last night, at approx. 8pm, Michael King and wife Pamela King's house bore the Dark Mark. After further investigation, it appeared that they had been murdered by worst of the three Unforgivable Curses. They have one daughter.." Lily trailed off. "Oh no," she whispered. "They have one daughter, Alice King, who is currently attending Hogwarts."