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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
2,993
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Chapter 4
Chapter 4
Disclaimer: I do not own any of this! I only own this little plot and the computer I am typing it on.
Author’s Note: I am very bored with this fic (that is why I wanted it as a one-shot). I need ideas and I need some inspiration. If anyone has any pretty art, please let me see it.
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Sirius was in the Dark forest sitting with his back propped up against a tree. He felt bad for just leaving Remus there, but he had to get away from the castle. He was angry with everyone and he needed to release some steam. He honestly could feel hate boiling in his veins from James’ words and he just couldn’t get over it. He felt pissed off and he was angry. He was murderous.
Sick of sitting on the ground he went to the Quidditch Pitch, hoping he could fly around and clear his mind. He walked over to the broom shed and threw open the door, scaring the two fifth years that were making out in there. He spat on the ground, grabbed his broom, and kicked the door closed.
He mounted his broom and kicked off into the air where he was free to do whatever he wanted. Sirius was looping the field when he saw James and Peter walking towards the game keeper’s hut. He felt rage burn inside of him and before he knew it, he had flown down and dismounted right in front of them.
“Hello Sirius,” James said casually. “Where’s your boyfriend?” Peter laughed and Sirius whipped out his wand, pointing it at James’ throat.
“Shut up Potter!” he said, his eyes cold and his voice full of malice. James and Peter stopped laughing suddenly. They both knew that Sirius came from a dark family that taught the unforgivables at age six.
Peterrtedrted to shake slightly and he said, “Sirius mate, we were only joking.” Sirius kept his eyes and his wand on James but replied “You’re next.” Peter visibly paled and took out his wand. Sirius quickly whipped his wand around, while grabbing James’ throat, and blew Peter off his feet and knocked him unconscious, blood dripping from his hairline.
Sirius quickly turned back to James, his wand directed at his heart.
“You think you can do it?” James asked bravely and stupidly. “You are going to hurt your best friend?”
“I’m not your best friend anymore. And I’m not going to hurt you either.” Sirius’ eyes twinkled. “I’m going to kill you.” James stopped smirking in shock. He never thought that his friend would even joke about something like that.
“That isn’t amusing, nor believable,” James said, eyeing Sirius’ wand, too afraid to reach for his own.
“Really?” Sirius threw him to the ground and sat on top of him, his legs on either side of his waist. He placed his left hand on James’ throat and his right still holding the wand. “Let’s test that theory…” James opened his eyes wide in fear and then gasped.
“P-Please…”
“Avada…” Sirius started but was stopped by two strong arms pulling him off James and hearing his werewolf shout “NO!” into his ear. Sirius stood up and saw Peter standing besides Remus, blood still oozing from his wound and James getting up to his feet shakily. Sirius transformed into the dog and after snarling at James and Peter, started to run up to pounce on James when he felt a heavy weight on him. Sirius yelped and when in his human form, he saw Remus on top of him.
Then he passed out.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of this! I only own this little plot and the computer I am typing it on.
Author’s Note: I am very bored with this fic (that is why I wanted it as a one-shot). I need ideas and I need some inspiration. If anyone has any pretty art, please let me see it.
~ * ~
Sirius was in the Dark forest sitting with his back propped up against a tree. He felt bad for just leaving Remus there, but he had to get away from the castle. He was angry with everyone and he needed to release some steam. He honestly could feel hate boiling in his veins from James’ words and he just couldn’t get over it. He felt pissed off and he was angry. He was murderous.
Sick of sitting on the ground he went to the Quidditch Pitch, hoping he could fly around and clear his mind. He walked over to the broom shed and threw open the door, scaring the two fifth years that were making out in there. He spat on the ground, grabbed his broom, and kicked the door closed.
He mounted his broom and kicked off into the air where he was free to do whatever he wanted. Sirius was looping the field when he saw James and Peter walking towards the game keeper’s hut. He felt rage burn inside of him and before he knew it, he had flown down and dismounted right in front of them.
“Hello Sirius,” James said casually. “Where’s your boyfriend?” Peter laughed and Sirius whipped out his wand, pointing it at James’ throat.
“Shut up Potter!” he said, his eyes cold and his voice full of malice. James and Peter stopped laughing suddenly. They both knew that Sirius came from a dark family that taught the unforgivables at age six.
Peterrtedrted to shake slightly and he said, “Sirius mate, we were only joking.” Sirius kept his eyes and his wand on James but replied “You’re next.” Peter visibly paled and took out his wand. Sirius quickly whipped his wand around, while grabbing James’ throat, and blew Peter off his feet and knocked him unconscious, blood dripping from his hairline.
Sirius quickly turned back to James, his wand directed at his heart.
“You think you can do it?” James asked bravely and stupidly. “You are going to hurt your best friend?”
“I’m not your best friend anymore. And I’m not going to hurt you either.” Sirius’ eyes twinkled. “I’m going to kill you.” James stopped smirking in shock. He never thought that his friend would even joke about something like that.
“That isn’t amusing, nor believable,” James said, eyeing Sirius’ wand, too afraid to reach for his own.
“Really?” Sirius threw him to the ground and sat on top of him, his legs on either side of his waist. He placed his left hand on James’ throat and his right still holding the wand. “Let’s test that theory…” James opened his eyes wide in fear and then gasped.
“P-Please…”
“Avada…” Sirius started but was stopped by two strong arms pulling him off James and hearing his werewolf shout “NO!” into his ear. Sirius stood up and saw Peter standing besides Remus, blood still oozing from his wound and James getting up to his feet shakily. Sirius transformed into the dog and after snarling at James and Peter, started to run up to pounce on James when he felt a heavy weight on him. Sirius yelped and when in his human form, he saw Remus on top of him.
Then he passed out.