Sirius: After Azkaban

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Chapter 12:

The Guest Book

"Room number 11 miss-" said Tom, getting out a key and fumbling to unlock the door.

When he finally got it open, he escorted her in, "Well, here you are!" he paused for a moment, then turned around and said, "Sweet dreams, Siri!"

Siriussa waved Tom out, then went over to the comfortable-looking bed and laid down.

Within minutes Siriussa was fast asleep, dreaming she was flying high above Diagon Alley on a fantastic broomstick she had seen at a shop that day.

By the time she had woken, it was half past five in the morning. At first she forgot where she was. Looking around the room at the highly polished oak furniture, she spotted a guest book on the bedside table that said, in it's cover, that she was at the Leaky Cauldron.

Knowing that she still had 3 and a half hours until she had to go to work, she reached over and grabbed the book, then started flicking through it's pages. She saw many names of people who have been in that room, all written in different and unique styles. Written there also, were many details from the trips of the guests.

She read one of the first entries, by a Mrs. Penelope O. Davison, and it said:

Tuesday, May 13th: This is a nice room. I am staying here with my husband and 8-year old boy, Jeff. We are so proud of little Jeff, today he read a whole book; he is everything we wanted. I think he takes after his daddy, in more ways I can imagine.

This is our first time here, but unfortunately our last. You see, my husband and boy don't like it much; they say it's too cramped and stuffy. But don't mind them, they're just picky men. Well, off to bed.

Thursday, May 15th: Well, we are leaving now. We really did enjoy the stay. Well, I did at least. I thought this was a cozy little place ti stay. Maybe I'll come back here one day, but I'll probably leave the boys at home. Little Jeff was whining the whole time, saying how he missed being at home with all his toys. Even though he brought his doll with him, he was still complaining about how he misses his new Barbie that he left at home. Well, I hope the people after us have a much more enjoyable stay than we did!

Signed: Penelope O. Davison

Thinking that all the rest of the entries were going to be as boring as that one, Siriussa decided to just skim through a few more, looking for some key words that might show some excitement.

Not finding anything from any of the older ones, she flipped to the most recent ones. She looked back about 10 people before her own inscribed name, that she assumed was magically written there when Tom wrote it on his notepad. None of the ones looked that interesting, but then she came to a name she recognized. Looking down at the paper, Siriussa read:

Mr. Harry J. Potter stayed here for the last 2 weeks of August.

She stared at these words for a moment, her mind drifting back to the real reason she was there.

Siriussa then slammed the book shut and flung it across the room. She hated thinking about her past, even about her present. She hated the fact that she had no family, that she had no one.

Tears started forming in her eyes. Siriussa then got up and hastily wiped them away as she walked over to the door. When she made sure her tears were completely wiped away, by looking into the mirror ("Oh, dear. You missed one. Right there next to your nose."), she swung open the door and walked down the stairs.

"Good morning, Siri. Your up early." greeted Tom, when she walked through the doorway.

"Yeah, well, I need an early start." Siriussa mumbled back, still trying to rid her mind of her torturing thoughts.

"Want anything for breakfast?"

Siriussa stopped halfway through the bar, and turned and looked at Tom. Then she said, ignoring the grumbling of her stomach, "No thanks, I'm not really hungry."

Tom shrugged.

Siriussa then turned back around and headed through the door that would lead her back to Diagon Alley.

Flashback

"Siriussa! Someone's here to see you!"

"Coming!" A 10-year old Siriussa came running up the stairs. "Who is it?" she yelled, walking through the kitchen and heading to the front door.

When she reached it she saw an old-looking man.

"Hello, Siriussa." He said, reaching out his hand for her to shake, "My name is Dumbledore - Albus Dumbledore."

End of Flashback

When Siriussa got to Diagon Alley, it was already 7 o'clock. She was starved, yet walked right past the food shop on her left and went straight into Madam Malkin's robe shop.

She could tell it was still opening up, but Madam Malkin greeted her, then assisted her right away. In only 15 minutes' time, Siriussa had two brand new robes, and was heading, finally, to get something to eat.

Flashback

"H- hi." She stammered back to Dumbledore.

"Come on." said the woman who answered the door. "Would you like some tea?"

"Oh, yes. If you don't mind."

The woman walked off to the kitchen to start the tea, and left Siriussa there to stand awkwardly next to Dumbledore.

Then Dumbledore smiled and said, "Well, lead me to the living area, will you please. I should sit, I've been traveling a lot, and I need to talk to you."

Siriussa led Dumbledore to the living room and sat across from him. Then the woman brought the tea out and left them there to talk.

Dumbledore took a long sip from his tea, then set it down on the coffee table between them, and looked at Siriussa very seriously.

"Siriussa, listen carefully. What I'm going to say may come as a shock to you."

End of Flashback

"What would you like to order?" said a waitress, after Siriussa sat down at a table at the first food place she had seen.

"Oh, I'll just have the special for today." she replied, without really knowing what she was going to get.

"One sausage and egg combo with tea, and a strong cup of black coffee on the side, comin' right up." Siriussa nodded her head very slightly, just to get the waitress on with it.

She sat back and looked around. The shop was empty except for her and an old lady in the corner by the front window. She stared at the lady, and started to think that she was dead; the lady wasn't moving. So Siriussa leaned forward, with her forearms on the table for support, so she could get a better look at her. But then, to her relief, the old lady lifted a bony hand to her mouth and let out a feeble cough.

"H-hem. Here's your food." said the waitress to Siriussa, who moved back right away, letting the woman put the food in front of her. "Have a good morning." she added, then turned around and conjured up a rag with her wand, and started washing the tables magically.

"Thanks." mumbled Siriussa, and she dug in hungrily.

Flashback

Siriussa looked at Dumbledore with great awe, as he finished telling her about what she could do with her future.

"Wait, What?" said Siriussa strongly. "I mean, I knew about my powers, and about all of that stuff. But I can do that?" she finished with a confused, yet excited expression.

"Yes, Siriussa," smiled Dumbledore, "Yes, what I've told you is absolutely and surely true, to the letter." he added, with a smile.

"So let me get this straight," started Siriussa, in an excited voice, "I can actually go to a wizarding school and learn all about magic?"

"Yes," replied Dumbledore, "There are many, many school out there that you could goto for training." he paused, watching Siriussa's face light up, then added, "I teach one of the rather top-notch ones myself."

"Really?" Siriussa started right after he finished his last word. "So do I – well, I mean– can I go to one of these 'wizarding schools'?"

There was a silence in which Dumbledore considered Siriussa, who was looking rather anxious, breathing faster than usual.

Then he said, "Of course Siri, of course."

Her face lit up, and she smiled, something she hardly ever does.

"But Siriussa," he continued, rather slowly. He placed his hand on her shoulder, "I would like to ask you something."

Siriussa looked at him slightly puzzled and replied, "Yeah, what is it?"

Dumbledore paused, looking deep into Siriussa's face, then started slowly, "Siriussa, I need you to think hard about this before you answer me, and of course there's going to be more explanation before the final decision, but–" He took his hand away from her shoulder and stood up; she did too. "Siriussa, I want you to consider going to Britain for your schooling; going to Hogwarts, where I teach."

End of Flashback

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