Sirius: After Azkaban

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-well, everyone, here some more. sorry if i update slow. it's just, even though i will finish, i don't seem to have the same heart in it.
But either way, I meant to update earlier, but I was mistaken, because I thought I had updated this chapter earlier, and so yeah.
You get the picture, but I guess it doesn't matter, because here it is!

Chapter 15:
The Three Broomsticks

"Okay, Have a great Christmas Siri! Hope to see you here again soon."

Siriussa had just stepped into a fire with a handful of Floopowder and waved at Tom. "I will, don't worry . . . Hogsmeade!"

At that moment there was a large flash and Siriussa had started gyrating; that feeling of a hook tugging right under the naval, in full effect.

During the last weeks she had been working to get money to start her off in Hogsmeade. It was a little over a week til Christmas already. She was now officially bored of Diagon Alley, and was really excited to leave, even though she was going to miss the place.

Ramon didn't go by Floo with her because Tom wasn't sure that was safe, so Siriussa had him meet her there.

When the spinning finally subsided, Siriussa had stumbled into a room filled with fireplaces, which she inferred were all used for people to Floopowder themselves. There weren't any people there at the moment, it was early enough, she guessed. But she thought people would be Flooing anytime now, for work.

Anyway, she walked out onto the street, and even though she had seen pictures of the place in books, she let out a gasp of exhilaration. She had been taken back by how phenomenal looking the place was, and with all the Christmas decorations out it was a wonderland.

Siriussa walked around, slowly taking in the scenery. She had been in the same place for a while now, and she almost forgot what it was like to be somewhere new. But it was only about 10 minutes later that she found herself in the Three Broomsticks ordering up a Butterbeer, trying to obviate the chills that had taken over her.

You see, it wasn't just the snowy weather that made her cold. Siriussa noticed that there was a sort of chill in the air itself, and also noticed that there seemed to be a picture of Sirius everywhere she looked; it was fazing.

Also unnerving was a sign that Siriussa saw when she went to sit in a chair by the door. It read:

------ BY ORDER OF------

THE MINISTRY OF MAGIC

Customers are reminded that until further notice, de-
mentors will be patrolling the streets of Hogsmeade
every night after sundown. This measure has been out
in place for the safety of Hogsmeade residents and will
be lifted upon the recapture of Sirius Black. It is there-
fore advisable that you complete your shopping well
before nightfall.
Merry Christmas!

'Hmm' she pondered. 'Dementors raving the streets . . . looking for my brother . . . This has gone too far. I wonder how long it will be until they attain or regain him.

All this time she was sitting at the table, drinking bottle after bottle of Butterbeer, contemplating so many things.

As she decided to take a break from her drinking, her getting jaded of thinking, she got up from the table and headed toward the door. But she stopped short.

When she looked out the windows, she saw the street outside now swarming with teenage kids, she supposed were from Hogwarts, and now that she noticed, the pub was filling up rapidly too.

"Oh great, just what I needed. To listen to teens talk about how misunderstood they are, and how messed up their life is . . . "

"You think we can take some back to the common room for later, Fred? It's awfully cold, and I would love to warm up before going to bed."

"Of course Lee, when can't we?" replied Fred.

"In fact," added George, "why don't we come back later tonight, and take some to sell to people."

"Yeah," agreed Fred, "we could raise the price some, and make a nice profit."

"Moreover, " George added, with sincere seriousness, "it's perfect weather; I'm sure everyone would want some – "

Siriussa overheard all this while she stood by the window pretending to look out. But really, what she was doing was marveling what life would've been like if she had gone to Hogwarts.

"Excuse me, miss. I need to clean this table, are you all done here?"

Siriussa snapped out of her reverie, "Huh? Oh yes, sorry."

Then she squeezed her way out of the pub, into the now freezing blizzard weather outside.

She started walking again, now really studying the shops. She went into a few, one of her favorites was a joke shop called Zonko's. But other than that, she was only half-heartedly enjoying it all.

She really needed to get the task executed, whatever that truly was going to be.

Siriussa was starting to get cold again, and her feet felt like balls of ice. With the thought of some more Butterbeer in mind, she headed back to the Three Broomsticks.

After she ordered, she found an empty table to the right of a big Christmas tree.

"You ordered a Butterbeer, right?" said a woman, with a Butterbeer in hand.

"Yes, thank you." Siriussa replied, taking it.

"You were in here earlier too? Or am I mistaken."

"Oh, yeah. I was in here earlier. I just couldn't stay away from here." she joked.

"Haha, yeah. Well, I'm Madam Rosmerta."

"I'm Siri, nice to meet you."

"You too." Madam Rosmerta then looked around, out the window, smiled and nodded, then said, "Well, have a good one."

"See ya."

Siriussa opened her drink and took a generous quaff. Just then what looked like a group of teachers came in. They ordered and proceeded over and sat in front of another Christmas tree, or maybe, wait, was it the same one? She reckoned she might be going berserk, then decided to forget about it.

Then she pondered on the idea that it probably is one of the latter days before break or something, with all the happy-looking teachers and students.

Siriussa finished off her beer and a worker brought her another.

She then wondered what the teachers could possibly be talking about. They look like it's something important, or secretive. So Siriussa leaned forward and strained her ears.

Madam Rosmerta had joined the group and was speaking, "I still have trouble believing it. Of all the people to go over to the Dark Side, Sirius Black was the last I'd have thought . . . I mean, I remember him when he was a boy at Hogwarts . . . "

Madam Rosmerta went on, and Siriussa listened intently but casually to their conversation. Enquiring secretly to the conversation let Siriussa find out more personal past life things about Sirius. It was an ironic coincidence that she returned to this place, and overheard a mighty significant conversation.

It went on for a while more, until a woman with her hair in a tight black bun said that they better get back if they're dining with the headmaster.

As they left, what they said sunk in.

It didn't galvanize Siriussa much, but still, these people had to know something. This story had to be mostly accurate. Something must've gone wrong, and it must've turned on Sirius.

She sat for a while longer until she noticed, after all the drinks she had, she was now dying to eat.

So she ordered up some food, then, after eating, left to discover some place to stay.

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I think it's enjoyable. Sirius is coming in it, you'll see...

Love, Mary