Sirius: After Azkaban

-hey everyone who's reading. I'm sorry it was late, I was just being lazy, and I guess had other priporieties before this.
But today I thought, 'Why Not?' Good for me, right? haha, well, I don't know when the next chapter is gunna be up, but hopefully i'm gunna be nice and do it sooner than usual, but hmmmmm, let's see!

Chapter 16:
Inspiring Dreams

It wasn't too difficult for Siriussa to come across a place to stay for the night. She hadn't walked but 30 steps and she came to an Inn called Scrivenshafts.

"Well, this'll have to do." She said to herself. Then she went inside, paid for a room, found it, and passed out.

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The owl sailed away into the night, knowing its path of travel, transporting a significant letter to a very important person.

The sights to his destination were most beautiful. The mountains were shining with glittery snow, and the forest and lake brought about a sense of security in an extraordinary way. It was so peaceful. You could see the moon, and it was almost full.

When a gigantic, wonderful looking castle came into view, the owl was aware he was almost there.

When he tapped on a window, only he knew it was the right one; because he knew precisely where to find the one and only Albus Dumbledore.

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Just then there was a rap on Siriussa's window, and she woke up suddenly.

It was mid to early morning, around eight.

Siriussa looked around. She became aware of the queen-sized bed she had crashed into the night before, the sheets strewn about around her. She looked at the dresser across the small room; it was made of some sort of cheap wood, for sure, she thought, along with her bedside dresser and the stool and table by the window.

There was another, more agitated tap, and that time Siriussa noticed that there was something at her window.

She got up and went over to it, looking out cautiously. When she realized it was only Ramon, her owl, she figured out how to open the window and let him in.

He was most cold, but it seemed he'd enjoyed himself on the trip to the Inn because as he perched on the stool he gave a cheerful hoot and shut his eyes.

"Ramon!" Siriussa exclaimed, "You woke me up, you silly bird."

Ramon opened his eyes and rubbed against Siriussa, who had been standing next to the stool and was looking at the bird, pleased to see him. Then Ramon gave another hoot and closed his eyes again to rest.

"Aw, you must be exhausted. Get some rest, and I'll get some water for you."

After she set a cup of water on the table next to Ramon, she made her bed then laid down on it, trying to recall what she'd been dreaming before Ramon woke her . . .

-Flash Back-

Whoosh.

Siriussa had been sitting in her house in Missouri reading the muggle newspaper when a beautiful looking bird flew into her open window, the warm soft breeze drifting into her house.She set down the paper, got up, and took the letter addressed to her off the bird, which then found a chair to perch on.

Who could be mailing me today?

Instead of tearing into the letter, she began probing it carefully. She stopped suddenly, staring at a symbol that was stamped on it.

'Oh great, what does he want?' She thought to herself, while opening the envelope. When she took out the letter, she read it heedingly.

It had been very simple and straightforward, being merely a few sentences.

It went,

Don't forget, Siri, I'm always here for you to tattle to, or to ask advice to. I haven't heard from you in a while, and I just wanted to make certain you are well. Please relieve me by sending Fawkes, my bird, back.

Yours Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore

-End of Flashback-

Siriussa's eyes snapped open, having dozed off to sleep again. It had only been about ten minutes, but the sun was shining more brightly than before.

She then sat up quickly and started rummaging through the bed side dresser. 'Why hadn't I thought about it earlier? It's such a brilliant idea.'

"Ah-hah." Siriussa proclaimed, after she had finally found some notepaper and a pen.

"Ramon, I have a letter for you to send." She stated, slightly excited, five minutes later.

As the owl soared out the window, Siriussa had been floating on air, more than content of the idea that had occurred to her.

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