Hiy guys!I'm back with another chapter, yay!
Now, siriusly, in this chapter I promise you lots of Sirius Black, so smile and be happy okay? :3
Also, the line about Black on news is from PoA =)
Don't own anything HP, only plot and Jennie
Enjoy!
20 July 31 1993
"Happy birthday Harry! C'mon teenager, rise and shine 'cause I've made your favorite brunch!"
Jennie giggled at Harry's tousled hair and tired look.
"You made brunch?"
"Yupp, loads of scrambled egg, bacon and pancakes, oh and presents too!"
"Jeez thanks Jennie", smiled the newly turned teenager and Jennie grinned, kissed his cheek and left him to dress.
"Down in the kitchen she supervised the food and then turned and glanced into the living room where the TV was on, showing of the news.
"… the public is warned that Black is armed and extremely dangerous. A special hotline has been set up, and any sighting of Black should be reported immediately."
A picture of the man called Black was showed and Jennie snorted.
"Dangerous my ass! More like totally starved!"
The man's face was gaunt and he had a mass of tangled black hair that reached his shoulder, the most amazing grey eyes he'd ever seen and sported a wicked smile which she somehow found quite… appealing.
"Jeez… I think I need a fuck…" she muttered and poured herself coffee and Harry juice and just as she did that the teenager came into the kitchen, dressed but still with tousled hair and a sleepy look.
"What's was that about?" asked Harry and pointed at the TV.
"Eh, some criminal they say, I think he looks way to thin and bonkers to be of any danger, but what do I know… now, happy birthday again and devour all these lovely things!" she grinned at her favorite boy and gestured at the table where brunch mixed with presents.
She watched as Harry unpacked new practical stuff like parchment and quills and some cool books that she knew was not going to be part of his studying but she felt like giving him them anyway, and then, in her opinion the best, a cell phone that she had had Minerva charm so that it worked at Hogwarts despite the magic; sure enough it only worked in certain places since not even Minerva could muster a spell that made all the magic not interfere, but still it was better than nothing. Besides the phone she'd gotten him a nice warm jacket and a handmade scar in black and emerald green to match his eyes, and she'd made small snitches in the scarf's ends.
"Oh I love this! Totally cool, and thanks for the school stuff!" beamed Harry and hugged her.
"Ah no biggie kid, only the best. Which reminds me… I did some research, and got you this", said Jennie and produced a little book, black with golden writing on it: Family.
"I didn't wrap it since I got it just before I woke you up, and I think it's pretty without wrappings."
"What's this?" said Harry and peeked at the book.
"Open it and see for yourself. It won't bite you."
She watched his face as he opened the book and looked and read and then he looked up at her.
"Hagrid… he gave me photos… this is even better… how did you… oh thank you!"
He hugged and she rocked him softly as he heard a sob and touched his hair and hummed.
"It's alright, let it out sweetie. I talked with Professor McGonagall and she helped me contact old friend of your parents, and they provided memories which Minerva somehow turned into photos and small movies, and some friends had letter, so I asked for copies and voila… I figured you'd liked to hear your parents and not simply see them."
"Love you Jennie."
"I love you too Harry, always."
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Jennie hummed as she watered the large flower by the door and when turned to water the other one she came face to face with a large, bearlike dog with fur as black as coal.
"Oh hello there… are you good? Yes of course you are, come here!" she cooed and sat down, and the dog padded over to her on big paws and waggled its large tail. Jennie let it smell her hand and when if bumped its muzzle against her palm she giggled and began scratching its head.
"You're pretty… yes you are, and awfully big… hehe good boy", she smiled as the dog began jumping around her, barking.
"Are you hungry?"
After checking to see it the dog had a collar, she took it inside to the kitchen, found some cooked meat from yesterday and offered it to hm along with a bowl of water.
"Hey Jennie can you… whoa that's a big dog!" said Harry as he stepped inside the room with his new scrapbook in his hands.
"Hiya kid, can I what? Yeah, he's totally cool, don't you think?"
The dog barked and jumped around Harry, waggling its tail vigorously and licking his hands.
"Oh he likes you, that's so sweet!"
"Can we keep him?" beamed Harry as he sat down and began playing with the large animal.
"I haven't seen a collar or any other markings, so I guess we can. Think of a name for him okay kid?"
"Uh… his very black… can't we call him Blacky?"
"Heh, I like that, go for it. Now, we'll have to but some stuff tomorrow, everything is closed now…"
"Cool! Hey Blacky, you like your name?" grinned Harry and the dog barked happily and jumped around them.
"He's totally cute!" stated Jennie as she to sat down and received a lick on her nose from a very happy dog.
"Oh thank you!" she laughed and scratched him again.
"He smell funnily though… should we wash him?"
"Yeah that might be a good idea… you up for it?"
"Eh, can't you give me hand Jennie? He's so big!"
"Right…"
They took their new pet upstairs and manage to have him climb into the bath tub where they soaked him with water and used an none perfumed soap to lather his fur with, and then they washed him clean and dried him with towels, but Blacky still managed to soak Jennie's top and Harry's socks as he shook the water off himself.
"Bad boy!" laughed Jennie and she managed to get the soaked white top off her, the dog barked then turned away, facing the wall.
"Heh, he's shy!" laughed Harry and hunched down and petted the dog.
"C'mon Blacky, it's nothing bad, come and we'll play!" he coaxed the animal, who slowly crept out of the bathroom after him.
Jennie looked after the dog and felt a stir of something she couldn't name.
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Harry was sound asleep in his room, and Jennie was wide awake with Blacky for company; she sat curled up on the couch with the dog by her feet, and every now and then he nuzzled her and she giggled at the warmth he offered her cold feet.
"Pretty boy… yes you're so pretty", she mumbled and lay down and coaxed the dog to curl up closer to her.
"You're like my very own huge fluffy and very cute pillow", she giggled and kissed his head and he waggled his tail and his grey eyes flashed with something that she would have called lust if she were looking at a man, but since she was petting a dog Jennie decided to call it animalistic affection.
"Good boy", she sighed and hugged the dog and he squirmed a little but then let her hold and she grinned and scratched his head.
"You're starved for some love, aren't you boy? Well, we'll fix that, you just wait and see."
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She was warm… warm and held by strong arms, and she blinked sleepily and looked into grey eyes and a shocked expression of the man she'd seen on the TV the very same morning… the man's face came even closer, his lips inches from hers…
Jennie bolted up from the couch, and Blacky barked and nuzzled her hand and she felt her heart beating like drum, fast and furious.
"Oh jeez… I so need a good fuck… dreaming about a hot criminal… what do say Blacky, you think I'm nuts?" she mumbled as she calmed down and slowly made her way upstairs to her bed, the dog hot on her heels.
As Jennie undressed, she noticed out of the corned of her eyes how Blacky promptly sat and watched the doorway, his back to her, almost as if he guarder her or… she squinted… or as if he really was embarrassed by her nudity…
"Oh great I'm going crazy! Ugh!" she muttered annoyed for being so silly and crept into the cold bed with a huff.
"Blacky! Come here boy, I need some heat!" she called out, and the dog crept slowly towards the bed, looked at her and whimpered.
"What's the matter boy? You hungry again? Well, you have meat and water over there... now come here!" she coaxed and he jumped up onto the mattress and settled down by her feet after nuzzling her face.
"Good boy… goodnight cutie", mumbled Jennie the dog gave a funny small bark and nuzzled her feet once more.
Warmth… soft hair against her shoulders, no, not hair, fur… and a paw on her leg… but paws had not fingers… but she was so warm… warm and secure, and the breathing on her neck was even and strong and smelt nothing like that of a dogs… Jennie turned and looked at him; the escaped criminal from the TV, Black…
"Oh for fucks sake!" She cursed as she whirled around in the bed, away from him and fantasy, and when she turned back there was of course no man there, only Blacky who looked at her and whimpered, disturbed by her outburst.
"Sorry boy… I have weird dreams… let's go for a night walk…"
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She sat on the bench and watched Blacky run here and there, barking happily into the night, and she found it very cute. He found a large wooden stick, and jumped towards her, happily waggling the fluffy tail and she grinned and took the stick.
"Want to play, eh? Okay, then be a good boy and fetch!" she laughed and threw the wood as far away as she could, and he barked and ran after it, came back and made he throw over and over again until her arm ached and she whistled to him to come, and then she petted him and told him how good he was.
"You're totally good, yes you are… now, let's get a little sleep, okay boy?"
He barked and licked her hand.
"I know you'd agree. C'mon Blacky, let's go home."