Heehee, two stories in a night! I'm on a roll!
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone from this except for Sierra. I don't own any songs, I'm not smart enough to be able to think one up.
"I never knew how quiet this place could be…" Sierra murmured, stepping through the silent hall. Everyone had taken the kids to Kings Cross Station, leaving her on her own in the house.
"Silence is maddening." She laughed, stepping down the stairs into the kitchen, the mornings breakfast was still on the table, quickly tidied away with a sweep of Sierra's wand. She started to whistle to herself, getting a butter beer from one of the cupboards and sitting down at the table
"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts, Teach us something please, Whether we be…" she broke of mid-song as the kitchen door creaked open and Kreacher stepped in
"Breaking into my Mistresses house, calling it there own, letting that filthy girl back in here. Oh! If only my mistress could so it now…"
"Good morning Kreacher." Sierra said coldly, freezing the House Elf in his tracks, the words dying on his lips "May I inquire as to who you are talking about?"
"No one, Miss," Kreacher replied, his ears quivering "Kreacher was only thinking allowed Miss. Talking to Kreacher as if she knows him, filthy girl, How dare she even show her face in my Mistresses house…" he was cut short this time by the butter beer bottle Sierra had held shattered on the floor in front of him, showering him in the drink and broken glass
"Get out of this room Kreacher." Sierra growled "Because next time I won't miss." She grasped around the table, lifting up a heavy glass coaster and aiming for the House Elf's head. He was gone in a matter of seconds, shrieking wildly and upsetting the pictures in the hall, all of whom started to kick up a riot.
"HALF BREEDS! FEAKS! TRAITORS TO MY FLESH! BEGONE FROM HERE YOU WRETCHED FOUL-!"
NO ONE'S LISTENING YOU WITCH!" Sierra screamed as she sank to the floor, hands going to her ears.
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"I hope you realise how much trouble you'll be in if Dumbledore finds out you left, Sirius." Molly scolded "What if someone recognised you?" They were all standing on the doorstep of number 12, Moody opening the locks on the house whilst Molly berated Sirius, the dog looked up at her and tilted his head up at her in questioning
"MUTANTS! BEGONE SLIME! BEFOULING THE AIR OF MY HOUSE! PUTRID TRAITORS OF MY KIND!"
"Oh no." Molly muttered as they all rushed in, immediately working on shutting up the pictures. Sirius had streaked straight past Molly and up the stairs, barking as the others worked on the paintings. They had just shut them all up when the dog came bounding back down the stairs again, streaking through the hall and scratching at the door that led down to the kitchen, whining pitifully
"Where's Sierra?" Tonks murmured as Arthur opened the door, Sirius went flying down the stairs barking again. The others exchanged glances before following him, pulling out there wands nervously as they did so.
Sierra was curled up in the corner, trembling fiercely as muttering to herself. Sirius was beside her, no longer as a dog and instead reaching out slowly to touch her arm
"Sierra?" he whispered "Come on Sierra, what's wrong? What happened?" she didn't reply, instead continued to rock and mutter. Sirius's fingers were barely centimetres from her arm when her head jerked up violently, revealing bloodshot eyes and a tearstained face