Dealing With Sirius
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Harry Potter › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,283
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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Dealing With Sirius
A/N: Hi again, the titles a blatant ripe off from Dealing With Dragons by Patricia C. Wrede who should be given an award for (like JKR) creating so many likeable characters...
Summery: Now that would be telling...
Warnings: Fish
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Dealing With Sirius
By Cloud (aka Nikikeya-chan again)
Ch. 1: In Which A Great Tragidy Occures...
Albus Dumbledore paced restlessly back and forth in his office.
He'd failed. Lily and James Potter were dead, and by now, Harry, the small precious baby who'd defeated Lord Voldemort was most likely in the same state.
Albus stopped to rub his eyes, he should have gone himself, but instead he'd sent Hagrid... Who bless him for all his best trying had still arrived to late to save Harry.
The traitor Sirius Black had already manged to snatch the baby away...
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Sirius wiped his face, his eyes were sore and puffy from the tears that seemed determand to keep flowing, sighing he looked down at the tiny bundle in his arms.
Harry looked so small and frail, like a crystaline figure that would shatter if dropped, his messy black hair waved in the wind as they flew.
They were on Sirius moterbike, flying due east towards the coast, below a thick blanket of forrest rose up black and shapeless in the gloom.
Sirius's eyes strayed to the scar that now adorned the child's head, a lightning bolt... It was horrible to see it there, a reminder that things could never be the same...
Peter... How could he have done this? Sirius felt a hot white rage bubble up inside him, almost giving into the urge to turn around and go hunt down the worthless rat for ruining everything...
Then guilt came flooding in, if only he'd have stayed secret keeper like intended, then they would have been safe, how could he have been so blind not to realize that it was Peter who was the spy... and Remus... He needed to write him as soon as he got back home... he needed to explain.
More importantly he needed Remus there to take care of Harry while he went and killed Wormtail.
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Sirius looked back up shaking his head and getting his barings, he turned the bike slowly, flying lower, below them was a vast lake with sandy beaches, surrounded by forrest and there on a cliff over looking it was a two story white washed cottage; home sweet home.
Landing down in the frount yard he walked up to the door, taking out his wand he muttered a few spells and then pushed the door open, Harry stirred slightly in his arms and Sirius sighed agian.
The door opened into a large room to the left was a small dinning area, (an old stone sink with a water pump sat against the wall beside the door a long counter top wrapped around to a large picture window and a black iron, wood stove set just over from that, in the middle of the floor set a wooden table with four wicker chairs.)
To the right of the was a small writting desk upon which set a single burning candle, beside it the door to the pantry, stright ahead the floor rose, two steps into a large den with a big stone fire place sitting against the opposit wall. off to the left side were three more picture windows.
On the right wall a single door leading to the downstairs lavatory and beside the door was an oaken staircase leading up to the secound floor hallway which held doors to a bathroom, Lavatory, and several bedrooms.
It was dark and silent in the house save for his own reather erratic breathing and Harry's soft even breaths.
Walking inside slowly he kept his wand out, looking around for danger, however everything was as he left it, untouched.
Sirius sighed in relief and closed the door behind him, Harry once again stirred whining softly, Sirius looked down at his precious Godson sadly.
"Don't worry kiddo, I'm here now, you're safe..."
The small baby sighed in his sleep and cuddled closer to his godfarther's chest.
Sirius flicked his wand and several more candles lite themselves, illuminating the staircase, crossing the den he carefully made his way up, once again peering around carefully, as he made his way from room to room.
Once he was satisfied that they were indeed alone in the house he took the slumbering toddler into one of the bedrooms and transfigured what had been one of two twin size beds into a crib, they would be staying in this room.
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After tucking his tiny charge in and ruffling the child's hair affectionately Sirius once again made his way downstairs, kicking aside a quaffle he'd left on the steps atop a muddy blue jumper.
Sighing the boy dropped down into the chair infrount of the writting desk, and shuffled through the cluttered space pushing aside stacks of paper he found a inkwell, half buried amid one of the stacks, a quill was wedged quite precariously in the crevess between the desk and the wall, its once pristine white tufts, yellow and raggied, a testimant to how rearly the young man actually wrote to anyone.
After searching through pile upon pile of parchments filled with half written letters, lists of chores to do, or iteams he needed to buy upon his next jaunt to a store, memos of people he should write, and ink blotted parchment from where he'd upset the inkwell once or twice, he finally found a peice of parchment, that tho slightly dogearred and sporting a ink stain and a burn mark from being left too close to the candle, was otherwise untouched.
Dusting it off and trying to smooth out on of the wrinkeled edges, Sirius picked up the yellow worn out quill and then paused, how could he word this letter? What should he say?
The young man sat there for awhile, thoughts running through his head, as a fresh wave of pain and guilt flooded over him, dropping the quill he buried his face in his hands, he couldn't do this...
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Things as they were, Remus was immensely surprised by the appearance of the familiar Tawny Owl, even more so by the fact it was carrying a letter.
Sirius, while never neglecting in his correspondance, rearly wrote him anymore do to the friction over werewolf alliances, of which Remus passionately denied supporting.
Fully awear that he may well be in for a tongue lashing the Lycanthrope was understandibly hesitant to open the note, the tawny, screached ruckiously leaving Remus no choice but to untie the pre-offered letter from its lifted leg.
Down in the apartment below he could hear his muggle neighbor cursing vehemiently, this not being the first time an owl had awoken him.
Remus's own Barn owl sat eyeing the tawny reprovingly for the noise, she too had been asleep and was quite miffed at being pulled from her slumber.
Sighing the blounde held out the letter exsaming it, he flipped it over a few times, it was definately from Sirius, it look like it had been hit by a hurricane, tho, anyone who'd seen the state of Sirius's house would know why, the man was as untidy as they came.
While Remus disliked cleaning too, he still strived to keep things neat and orderly as possible; All his coats where thrown over the back of one of his chairs in the kitchen and his books where stacked in every availible space, bits of parchment sticking out from inbetween proclaiming the subject matter, Potions, Charms, History...
Jars full of quills, several inkwells and a box of blank parchment set atop the wardrobe where he could easily access them, if the need arose, a pile of newspapers both magic and muggle set on the cylinderic writting desk the bonnet of which would no longer close.
Jars and cans and boxes and bags of herbs and other potion ingrediants he needed lined the counter top and all food stuffs where safely tucked away in the cupbord or fridge.
It was not tidy as he'd have liked, but it was atleast in order, where if he needed something, he'd know just where to look.
Finally throwing caution to the wind Remus, un rolled the letter.
For a moment he just stood there frozen, the letter slowly dropped from his hands, floating down to the battered wood floor, landing face up, the
word staring up at him mocking him;
I'm Sorry Moony, I messed up, they're gone, James and Lily are dead and its all my fault...
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TBC
Hope you liked it so far.
Heehee Padfoot and Moony need to hire maids.
Next: Ch.2: In Which Moony Sets Out
-Cloud
Summery: Now that would be telling...
Warnings: Fish
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Dealing With Sirius
By Cloud (aka Nikikeya-chan again)
Ch. 1: In Which A Great Tragidy Occures...
Albus Dumbledore paced restlessly back and forth in his office.
He'd failed. Lily and James Potter were dead, and by now, Harry, the small precious baby who'd defeated Lord Voldemort was most likely in the same state.
Albus stopped to rub his eyes, he should have gone himself, but instead he'd sent Hagrid... Who bless him for all his best trying had still arrived to late to save Harry.
The traitor Sirius Black had already manged to snatch the baby away...
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Sirius wiped his face, his eyes were sore and puffy from the tears that seemed determand to keep flowing, sighing he looked down at the tiny bundle in his arms.
Harry looked so small and frail, like a crystaline figure that would shatter if dropped, his messy black hair waved in the wind as they flew.
They were on Sirius moterbike, flying due east towards the coast, below a thick blanket of forrest rose up black and shapeless in the gloom.
Sirius's eyes strayed to the scar that now adorned the child's head, a lightning bolt... It was horrible to see it there, a reminder that things could never be the same...
Peter... How could he have done this? Sirius felt a hot white rage bubble up inside him, almost giving into the urge to turn around and go hunt down the worthless rat for ruining everything...
Then guilt came flooding in, if only he'd have stayed secret keeper like intended, then they would have been safe, how could he have been so blind not to realize that it was Peter who was the spy... and Remus... He needed to write him as soon as he got back home... he needed to explain.
More importantly he needed Remus there to take care of Harry while he went and killed Wormtail.
-----------------------------------------------------
Sirius looked back up shaking his head and getting his barings, he turned the bike slowly, flying lower, below them was a vast lake with sandy beaches, surrounded by forrest and there on a cliff over looking it was a two story white washed cottage; home sweet home.
Landing down in the frount yard he walked up to the door, taking out his wand he muttered a few spells and then pushed the door open, Harry stirred slightly in his arms and Sirius sighed agian.
The door opened into a large room to the left was a small dinning area, (an old stone sink with a water pump sat against the wall beside the door a long counter top wrapped around to a large picture window and a black iron, wood stove set just over from that, in the middle of the floor set a wooden table with four wicker chairs.)
To the right of the was a small writting desk upon which set a single burning candle, beside it the door to the pantry, stright ahead the floor rose, two steps into a large den with a big stone fire place sitting against the opposit wall. off to the left side were three more picture windows.
On the right wall a single door leading to the downstairs lavatory and beside the door was an oaken staircase leading up to the secound floor hallway which held doors to a bathroom, Lavatory, and several bedrooms.
It was dark and silent in the house save for his own reather erratic breathing and Harry's soft even breaths.
Walking inside slowly he kept his wand out, looking around for danger, however everything was as he left it, untouched.
Sirius sighed in relief and closed the door behind him, Harry once again stirred whining softly, Sirius looked down at his precious Godson sadly.
"Don't worry kiddo, I'm here now, you're safe..."
The small baby sighed in his sleep and cuddled closer to his godfarther's chest.
Sirius flicked his wand and several more candles lite themselves, illuminating the staircase, crossing the den he carefully made his way up, once again peering around carefully, as he made his way from room to room.
Once he was satisfied that they were indeed alone in the house he took the slumbering toddler into one of the bedrooms and transfigured what had been one of two twin size beds into a crib, they would be staying in this room.
-----------------------------------------------------
After tucking his tiny charge in and ruffling the child's hair affectionately Sirius once again made his way downstairs, kicking aside a quaffle he'd left on the steps atop a muddy blue jumper.
Sighing the boy dropped down into the chair infrount of the writting desk, and shuffled through the cluttered space pushing aside stacks of paper he found a inkwell, half buried amid one of the stacks, a quill was wedged quite precariously in the crevess between the desk and the wall, its once pristine white tufts, yellow and raggied, a testimant to how rearly the young man actually wrote to anyone.
After searching through pile upon pile of parchments filled with half written letters, lists of chores to do, or iteams he needed to buy upon his next jaunt to a store, memos of people he should write, and ink blotted parchment from where he'd upset the inkwell once or twice, he finally found a peice of parchment, that tho slightly dogearred and sporting a ink stain and a burn mark from being left too close to the candle, was otherwise untouched.
Dusting it off and trying to smooth out on of the wrinkeled edges, Sirius picked up the yellow worn out quill and then paused, how could he word this letter? What should he say?
The young man sat there for awhile, thoughts running through his head, as a fresh wave of pain and guilt flooded over him, dropping the quill he buried his face in his hands, he couldn't do this...
-----------------------------------------------------
Things as they were, Remus was immensely surprised by the appearance of the familiar Tawny Owl, even more so by the fact it was carrying a letter.
Sirius, while never neglecting in his correspondance, rearly wrote him anymore do to the friction over werewolf alliances, of which Remus passionately denied supporting.
Fully awear that he may well be in for a tongue lashing the Lycanthrope was understandibly hesitant to open the note, the tawny, screached ruckiously leaving Remus no choice but to untie the pre-offered letter from its lifted leg.
Down in the apartment below he could hear his muggle neighbor cursing vehemiently, this not being the first time an owl had awoken him.
Remus's own Barn owl sat eyeing the tawny reprovingly for the noise, she too had been asleep and was quite miffed at being pulled from her slumber.
Sighing the blounde held out the letter exsaming it, he flipped it over a few times, it was definately from Sirius, it look like it had been hit by a hurricane, tho, anyone who'd seen the state of Sirius's house would know why, the man was as untidy as they came.
While Remus disliked cleaning too, he still strived to keep things neat and orderly as possible; All his coats where thrown over the back of one of his chairs in the kitchen and his books where stacked in every availible space, bits of parchment sticking out from inbetween proclaiming the subject matter, Potions, Charms, History...
Jars full of quills, several inkwells and a box of blank parchment set atop the wardrobe where he could easily access them, if the need arose, a pile of newspapers both magic and muggle set on the cylinderic writting desk the bonnet of which would no longer close.
Jars and cans and boxes and bags of herbs and other potion ingrediants he needed lined the counter top and all food stuffs where safely tucked away in the cupbord or fridge.
It was not tidy as he'd have liked, but it was atleast in order, where if he needed something, he'd know just where to look.
Finally throwing caution to the wind Remus, un rolled the letter.
For a moment he just stood there frozen, the letter slowly dropped from his hands, floating down to the battered wood floor, landing face up, the
word staring up at him mocking him;
I'm Sorry Moony, I messed up, they're gone, James and Lily are dead and its all my fault...
--------------------------------------------
TBC
Hope you liked it so far.
Heehee Padfoot and Moony need to hire maids.
Next: Ch.2: In Which Moony Sets Out
-Cloud