*Disclaimer: I own Riley and the plot; that's all. The rest is J.K.
Rowling's.*
*~*A/N: It's starting to get juicy...now, you guys won't be sure what's going to happen next! lol! Sorry it's short! I'm running on a case of writer's block. I just have to think for a while, I suppose (I know my plot, but I'm not sure how I'll write it). But I got a chapter out! Woo hoo!
~~Thanks to alllllll my loyal reviewers! Luv ya all! Thanks to: Kat (I know! It was sad!!!), Ciria (My first reviewer! Luv ya!), Sara (Ahhhh! Hp.com & ff.net! Our addictions!!!), Fowl-Star (My fellow Brittany!), and Phoenix Fangor (I enjoy your short and sweet reviews! Thanks!). Please review this chapter!!!
Without warning blackness fell silently over them and Ron cried out in
surprise, "Harry!" Harry looked around in worry, not being able to see a single
thing. Suddenly, their current thoughts were wiped away by a sudden curt jerk
of the reality around them. Time flew by, but in reverse, back to the future.
"We're going home." Harry stated in the dark, a somber expression gracing
his face. He reminisced over the past hour or two and his heart went out to
his godfather.
"Poor Sirius..." Ron said in the shadows, repeating Harry's thoughts.
Another sudden jerk and they knew they were finally back. Sunlight peering in
from Harry's single bedroom window illuminated around them and Harry
sighted Ron. Ron took the bit of parchment up in his fist and pushed the door
open. "Well, I suppose I ought to be getting back now. Don't want my mum to
worry." Ron told Harry as they descended down the staircase. Harry only
partially listened to Ron as their feet hit each step, taking them to the first floor
of the Dursley's home, his reflections were on Sirius.
"Have you read the Daily Prophet this morning, Harry?" a familiar,
masculine voice asked in Mr. Dursley's high backed chair next to the
fireplace, as they entered the living room.
"Sirius!" Harry cried out in surprise as soon as he spotted him, rubbing his
eyes as if he didn't believe what he was seeing. Sirius Black, the older
version, the recent escapee from Azkaban, sat back, comfortably in the over
stuffed chair. He looked different, Harry noticed, his dark black hair had been
cut to just at the top of his ears, similar to when he was younger. It was
brushed and washed, the grease and mats gone. Instead of his tattered, ratty
black dirty, filthy robes, he wore elegant, hugging robes of dark blue that
showed off his thin muscular framed body. His face was no longer pale and
sallow, but tan from his escape and full, not to mention handsome again, from
hunger no longer lurking within him. Ron gapped at Sirius, disbelief upon his
freckled face. "You look great, Sirius!" Harry exclaimed in shock, a smile
planted on his face. Harry then noticed the glint in his eyes, those same eyes
that were once dim and dead. As he smiled, Harry studied them closer and
noted that they still weren't as bright as when he was a young boy, perhaps
because something in him still lacked what he truly needed, Riley Brannigan.
Sirius held up the wizard paper and thrust it into Harry's hands with a happy,
boyish grin. Harry scanned over the paper with Ron leaning over his shoulder,
'Real Murderer, Peter Pettigrew, Caught. Sirius Black Innocent!', the bold
large headline read. Harry peered up at Sirius with the largest smile possible,
"Is this true, Sirius?" Harry asked with the utmost happiness prowling within
his eyes. Sirius nodded and spoke once again,
"And...I have even better news yet!" He cried, "Dumbledore has offered me
the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts and I now
have full guardianship of you! You can live with me, Harry!" Harry eyes went
wide and he dropped the newspaper in shock. Harry dashed forward and
quickly hugged Sirius, causing him to blush. Ron stood in the same exact
spot and merely uttered,
"Wow..." in even more shock yet. Harry looked up at Sirius with happy bliss
on his face, this was what he had always dreamed of, living with Sirius. Sirius
beamed down at Harry,
"I think this will be the best year yet, right, Harry?"
Harry smiled, "Right."
*~* A/N: So...what'd you think? I know it was really short but I've got writer's block! Please review! *~*
*~*A/N: It's starting to get juicy...now, you guys won't be sure what's going to happen next! lol! Sorry it's short! I'm running on a case of writer's block. I just have to think for a while, I suppose (I know my plot, but I'm not sure how I'll write it). But I got a chapter out! Woo hoo!
~~Thanks to alllllll my loyal reviewers! Luv ya all! Thanks to: Kat (I know! It was sad!!!), Ciria (My first reviewer! Luv ya!), Sara (Ahhhh! Hp.com & ff.net! Our addictions!!!), Fowl-Star (My fellow Brittany!), and Phoenix Fangor (I enjoy your short and sweet reviews! Thanks!). Please review this chapter!!!
Without warning blackness fell silently over them and Ron cried out in
surprise, "Harry!" Harry looked around in worry, not being able to see a single
thing. Suddenly, their current thoughts were wiped away by a sudden curt jerk
of the reality around them. Time flew by, but in reverse, back to the future.
"We're going home." Harry stated in the dark, a somber expression gracing
his face. He reminisced over the past hour or two and his heart went out to
his godfather.
"Poor Sirius..." Ron said in the shadows, repeating Harry's thoughts.
Another sudden jerk and they knew they were finally back. Sunlight peering in
from Harry's single bedroom window illuminated around them and Harry
sighted Ron. Ron took the bit of parchment up in his fist and pushed the door
open. "Well, I suppose I ought to be getting back now. Don't want my mum to
worry." Ron told Harry as they descended down the staircase. Harry only
partially listened to Ron as their feet hit each step, taking them to the first floor
of the Dursley's home, his reflections were on Sirius.
"Have you read the Daily Prophet this morning, Harry?" a familiar,
masculine voice asked in Mr. Dursley's high backed chair next to the
fireplace, as they entered the living room.
"Sirius!" Harry cried out in surprise as soon as he spotted him, rubbing his
eyes as if he didn't believe what he was seeing. Sirius Black, the older
version, the recent escapee from Azkaban, sat back, comfortably in the over
stuffed chair. He looked different, Harry noticed, his dark black hair had been
cut to just at the top of his ears, similar to when he was younger. It was
brushed and washed, the grease and mats gone. Instead of his tattered, ratty
black dirty, filthy robes, he wore elegant, hugging robes of dark blue that
showed off his thin muscular framed body. His face was no longer pale and
sallow, but tan from his escape and full, not to mention handsome again, from
hunger no longer lurking within him. Ron gapped at Sirius, disbelief upon his
freckled face. "You look great, Sirius!" Harry exclaimed in shock, a smile
planted on his face. Harry then noticed the glint in his eyes, those same eyes
that were once dim and dead. As he smiled, Harry studied them closer and
noted that they still weren't as bright as when he was a young boy, perhaps
because something in him still lacked what he truly needed, Riley Brannigan.
Sirius held up the wizard paper and thrust it into Harry's hands with a happy,
boyish grin. Harry scanned over the paper with Ron leaning over his shoulder,
'Real Murderer, Peter Pettigrew, Caught. Sirius Black Innocent!', the bold
large headline read. Harry peered up at Sirius with the largest smile possible,
"Is this true, Sirius?" Harry asked with the utmost happiness prowling within
his eyes. Sirius nodded and spoke once again,
"And...I have even better news yet!" He cried, "Dumbledore has offered me
the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts and I now
have full guardianship of you! You can live with me, Harry!" Harry eyes went
wide and he dropped the newspaper in shock. Harry dashed forward and
quickly hugged Sirius, causing him to blush. Ron stood in the same exact
spot and merely uttered,
"Wow..." in even more shock yet. Harry looked up at Sirius with happy bliss
on his face, this was what he had always dreamed of, living with Sirius. Sirius
beamed down at Harry,
"I think this will be the best year yet, right, Harry?"
Harry smiled, "Right."
*~* A/N: So...what'd you think? I know it was really short but I've got writer's block! Please review! *~*