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Menacing Magic
DIR By: Wolfy
Date: April 17, 2012, 2:02 pm
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My mind replayed haunting images of him falling beyond the veil
as the sound of his godsons cries echoed against my skull once
more. That day had been dreadfully painful for us all; and yet I
could not help but feel a sense of sadness greater than that of
the emotions tearing through others who had grown to admire
Sirius Black.
He had been a rock for his godson ever since he escaped Azkaban
prison and informed him of the false accusation. Now, he was no
longer around. Although but a month or two had passed since his
death, the burden of living life without the infamous Padfoot
was proving a difficult task for all. Those who had known him
for a lifetime were distraught still, finding even the simplest
of daily tasks difficult to comprehend. I was one of those
people. My body yearned to be held in his loving embrace; an
embrace he enveloped all of his godson’s friends within often.
Over the years I had grown jealous, silently wishing his arms
would one day encircle my body and flee far from others. His
passing had caused a rift between many; but myself, Hermione,
Ron and Harry had merged closer than ever in the hope of pulling
through. Harder times were ahead we believed.
“Guys, it’s about time I made my way to bed. I will see you all
in the morning” I spoke, standing from my spot on the sofa and
trudging up the staircase.
On my way up the stairs I heard the faint mumble of everyone
saying goodnight; smiling at the sound. The bedroom door closed
behind me without even being touched and I merely shrugged in
response. I was not in any kind of mood to play games with the
noble and most ancient House Of Black. Sighing heavily as I
walked further into the room, my thoughts drifted once more to
the man who was once its owner. Given his untimely death and a
dire need for changes to be made to his childhood home, each of
us had been given the job of decorating. I had been directed
into his old bedroom, unfortunately.
Though it was not the best place for any one of us to reside for
the time being, I had to admit being so close to what was once a
huge part of him was comforting. Knowing he had slept in this
bed for many years of his life, and even sporadically during his
role at the Order Of The Phoenix; brought a great sense of
happiness to my saddened eyes. Pain washed over my face
momentarily as my fingers traced the soft cotton sheets. I sunk
down onto the mattress and wished he would return to make us all
giggle at his witty humour; but I knew it was impossible. He was
gone, for good, unable to return. I sobbed quietly to myself and
shook like a leaf as I lay back against the pillows. His scent
filled my nose and I inhaled deeply, taking it all in as though
it were a rare brand of cologne. Of course, the smell of Sirius
had always been inviting, in more ways than one.
As I lay back on the mattress and allowed my mind to take a
journey back in time yet again, it landed on another precious
memory of Sirius. This memory however was personal to me and
only me. It spoke loudly of my feelings toward him, and being
the young adult I now was, it could very well have fallen into
place perfectly for me. Had his evil hearted cousin not murdered
him, he would know how I truly felt about him. Though I had
tried countless times to confess, the look in his eyes during
those moments of weakness held me back. They were so very
captivating; capturing me in a trance. I always fought to avoid
giving in to temptation and with my strong mind set, it worked
without fail. But, over the years and as I grew that much older,
I realised my like for him had been something much more
advanced. Turning to Hermione a few times with my sob story
about falling in love with someone who could never return my
feelings had been effective, up until she asked with whom I had
fallen so hard for. Even then, although she sprouted her
distaste accordingly, she remained incredibly understanding of
my situation and vowed till the end of time to be there for me
if ever I needed advice or a shoulder to lean on in times of
need. Now would have been appropriate; right at this moment.
I made her promise me quite a long time ago that she could not
speak a word of my secret to the boys. Ron knowing would be
awkward, but Harry with the knowledge that one of his best
friends had fallen in love with his godfather would have caused
an uproar; or so I always believed. I had tried to imagine the
entire scene playing in my mind and what I would do upon hearing
such news, and it wasn’t a pretty sight. If he ever did find
out, for whatever reason it may be, surely he would understand a
hearts true desires.
My thoughtful mind had whisked me away into a deep slumber as I
lay curled up on his bed, awaiting the dreaded morning. In my
sleep I often had pleasant dreams, nothing out of the ordinary;
only tonight there was something very wrong. I dreamt of Sirius’
return to Grimmauld Place, only he seemed incredibly out of
sorts and highly deluded. His hand had reached out and wrapped
itself around my neck when I woke with a start. Nothing but fear
coursed through my body as I shook violently on the now crumpled
up sheets. I did not know what had happened, but realising it
had been a dream and nothing more appeared to calm me a little.
With a glance over at the clock on the nightstand, I took note
of the time and groaned aloud. I had not woken up so early in a
long time; and I hoped it would be the last. Sleep was the one
thing I needed most of lately, especially with all that was
occurring at Hogwarts after the battle of the Department Of
Mysteries. More unwelcome thoughts seeped into my head and I
banished them quickly. I wanted to sleep again, but my body
tensed at the thought of falling into another wicked dream.
Although my attempts at straining my eyes to stay awake were
more often than not successful, their heavy burden of dealing
with restless nights won over. Before I could complain and force
myself to remain alert, my head fell back on the pillow and I
was out like the lights on a christmas tree after a power
outage. The rest of the night was uneventful; my imaginary world
once activated had been delayed for a few hours of peace.
“Lottie, time to wake up and get things moving dear” called
Molly through a gap in the bedroom door.
“Alright, I will be up and ready in a moment” I replied, though
still half asleep.
I had made a poor effort to lift my tired and weakened body from
the comfort of the bed when it instantly collapsed in defeat. It
took only moments for slumber to consume me once more, but I
didn’t care one little bit. As I fell deeper and deeper into my
own world, the sound of a man’s voice entered my ears. At first
I shook it off, not wanting to deal with the possibility that I
may very well be going crazy. But, just when I thought it was
safe to fall asleep again, the voice called out my name, rather
loudly at that.
Little Lottie… the voice spoke, loudly at first. Until it
appeared faint, though I still heard it’s whisper close against
my ear, clear as day. It continued to repeat my name and under
the phrase I was familiar with. Only one person called me Little
Lottie with such affection and adoration, and that was Sirius.
My heart jumped up into my throat and I almost choked, though it
had not literally done so and merely shocked me thinking it had.
In reality, waking from my dazed state and realising that I had
not been hearing things, my head spun madly. I spent a moment or
two weighing up what I had heard and just how clearly I had
heard it. It would not have been possible to simply imagine such
a thing, though given the sadness that had been creeping over me
for weeks, it wouldn’t come as a surprise to anyone who knew me.
I imagined that Harry understood the feeling all too well
himself. Debating whether or not I should actually tell him of
what just happened; I decided it best to leave things unsaid. I
did not wish to anger or hurt him further. He needed the
strength of his friends now more than ever before and I was not
one to let down a friend in need.
I rose with caution from my laying position and listened
intently for the voice once again, but it did not return. I felt
a wave of disappointment rush over me as I stood to walk out of
the room, wishing that somewhere within its walls there was a
Black we all loved and missed terribly. As I opened the door to
leave, a warm breeze blew against the back of my neck and
startled me to no end. I stumbled but quickly regained my
composure when I noticed Molly walking down the hall toward me,
probably wondering what had taken so long. I shook off what had
felt like someone’s breath and greeted her happily. She spent a
minute or so telling me exactly of my role during the next few
days and asked that I make sure the place is absolutely spotless
by the end of the week.
I relished over the idea of clearing out the clutter that
resembled mountains in Sirius’ room and displayed a grin that
reached my eyes. Molly noticed and asked why such a task was so
delightful to my ears, but I did nothing but shrug and headed on
down the stairs for breakfast; leaving a bewildered Molly to
ponder a while and scamper off to her own duties. I was thankful
I had escaped her curious eyes; and it certainly had not been
the first time either. She was indeed a woman of great abilities
and being a know it all was one of them. At times I found it
quite useful to have someone around who knew things I did not,
and probably never would, but other times it proved quite
troublesome in the essence of evading scrutiny when she could
see right through into your very soul. It was both good and
evil.
After I had eaten breakfast and sipped lightly at a glass of
cool cranberry juice, I headed on back up the stairs to get
started on clearing the mess. Before my eyes lay books, old
wands, empty fire whiskey bottles and vials that contained
strange coloured liquids. Out of interest and being intrigued by
almost everything, I decided to test them to decipher exactly
what they may be. I spent a good half hour pouring small drops
of each vial onto the palm of my hand and held my breath until I
realised none of them were toxic. They appeared to be nothing
more than antidotes for healing small wounds or discoloured
skin. I took note of each vial and stuck a small label on each
of them, recalling their names from the Potions class we had at
least three times a week, much to our displeasure. Even though
many of us loathed Professor Snape; there was always a deeper
story behind his eyes and I had longed to find out what it was.
Perhaps one of these days I’d build up the courage to ask what
tormented him straight to his core. He couldn’t hide it very
well, that was for sure. Through all his hatred, it was ever
present.
As my thoughts once again flew in all sorts of directions, my
fingers tangled themselves around a bright blue vial; or rather
its contents was so vibrantly coloured. I had never come across
anything quite like it before, even after studying multiple
potion classes with the permission of our head of house. My
expanded classes had me working long into the night at one
point, but its subject was all too fascinating to have but a few
lessons of. I twirled the vial around in my hand for a while and
wracked my brain for possibilities that would suggest its use,
but I could not think of anything. I didn’t believe it was any
form of antidote and so I chose not to pour even a tiny drop
onto my skin. Going up in flames or watching my flesh being torn
from my body didn’t seem a good idea.
I pondered a while longer in case it came to me when I least
expected it; but it didn’t. I grew angry realising I couldn’t
work out for once what its purpose was. Stuffing the vial
carelessly into my back pocket, I got to work tidying up the
rest of the room. It didn’t look all that inviting now I was
standing in here with the knowledge of having to clear it until
it was spotless. My wand would have been awfully helpful right
now if it weren’t for Molly disabling them all and suggesting we
use our hands instead. Maybe it was a good idea to take our
minds of things, even if it was proving difficult.
I’d spent over two hours clearing up clothes from endless piles
on the floor and had even stopped once or twice to revel in the
smell of his shirts. His scent lingered still, ever so strongly
on his forgotten clothes. I caught myself smiling in the mirror
across the room and frowned when I noticed what I was actually
doing. This was not going to help and it certainly wouldn’t make
it more bearable. Still, the smell of him was so enticing that I
couldn’t bring myself to put away every last shirt. I hoped no
one would notice my attire later this evening when they spotted
me wearing an unbuttoned, striped black shirt over my tank top.
If it looked at all suspicious, I could always make up the
horrid lie that I was simply cold and needed to warm up. I knew
deep down everyone would eye me as though I had gone mad, but at
the moment it didn’t cross my mind enough to prevent me from
wearing the shirt. A bond grew between it and myself the longer
I wore it.
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Re: Menacing Magic
DIR By: Maggie Flannery
Date: April 17, 2012, 11:40 pm
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Oh my lord! I've still got a lump in my throat for this. I can
assure I may just have to buy a copy of this from your blogspot
for my personal library my dear. It's wonderful and heart
wrenching all at the same time. Please by all means do post
more, I'll stock up on tissues, haha.
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Re: Menacing Magic
DIR By: Wolfy
Date: April 18, 2012, 3:31 am
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Thank you very much! :D I'm happy that you like this one as
well. It's probably the longest I have written in a while and
its ideas came from a fanfiction site (which I just love to read
Oldman stories on when I can find them). I shall post more below
for you, but try not to flood the forum hehe.
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“Lottie dear, are you almost done with that room?” called Molly,
pushing open the door and walking in a few feet.
She stopped abruptly upon noticing the shirt I had thrown over
my own and frowned slightly. I chose to avoid her piercing glare
and continued my job of clearing the rest of the room; all that
was left to sort now were a few books here and there. It would
take no time at all to place them neatly and in order on the
shelves beside the mirror.
“I will be done in a few minutes Molly” I spoke, finally turning
my attention toward her and forcing a small smile.
It was unexpected, but she smiled back and a gleam seemed to
shine in her eyes as she stared at the shirt I wore before
heading out of the room. Once alone, I released a huge sigh of
relief, thankful that she hadn’t said anything inappropriate. If
Molly had worked out the real reason behind my need to wear the
shirt, Hermione and the boys would find out sooner rather than
later and be filled to the brim with all kinds of weird
thoughts. It was not like that at all, though for years I
secretly wished it could have been. If only I had not been too
young for him when we met all those years ago. I could always
tell by the look in his eyes that he believed me and Hermione
had grown into beautiful young women who would one day make any
man incredibly happy. Smiling at the memory, I picked up the
last book off the dusty floor and smoothed down its cover to
glance at its title. My eyes opened wide in shock; I was holding
the journal of Sirius Black.
At first I did not know how to react and stood staring blankly
at it for a few minutes until a jolt forced me to open it. Upon
inspecting the first page, in the neatest handwriting I had ever
seen, it read as follows…
My name is Sirius Black. I am a pureblood wizard at Hogwarts
school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. My family loathe me,
especially my wicked mother. I have threatened countless times
to run away from home; never to return. She did not seem to care
in the slightest and my father did not condone such behaviour.
Punishment occurred twice weekly for disobedience and
inappropriate suggestive language. Both of which were a huge
part of my personality; it was completely unavoidable. Through
the pages of this book if I should one day unexpectedly perish,
you will learn a great deal about my past and the man that it
turned me into today. Pleasant reading to whomever has found me.
I realised instantly that I’d been reading aloud and had not
even stopped to take a breath before I had reached the last
word. It intrigued me greatly. Not having known anything at all
about Sirius’ childhood; to find a book with endless detailed
information about it was one of many treasures. I skimmed
through every page for a good half hour until I landed on one in
particular. It captured my attention through its complicated use
of phrasing and immediately I tried to work it out and turn it
into its simplest form. After what felt like a lifetime of
struggling to rewrite it on a blank piece of paper word for
word, I stared down at the paper and gasped in horror. It was
but the ingredients for the chemical substance I had pocketed
earlier. By the sound of the ingredients he had used to create
this potion, it didn’t sound all too friendly. Turning the page
over in desperation to find further answers to my on going
questions, I was stunned once again. Only this time, my eyes lit
up in wonder. A smile took over my lips; this could bring him
back.
I wanted to waste no more time over my discovery and deftly, I
recovered an old wand of Sirius’ and swished it twice, watching
the sparks fly and the room dust itself clean. Smiling in
satisfaction, I made my way quickly out of the room and down the
stairs of Grimmauld Place. I had to call back once to respond to
Molly’s outburst at me flying down the stairs and out the door.
She worried a little more than was needed all of the time, even
more so lately with everything that had happened. Sadness filled
my veins at the thought of this potion not working correctly;
god knows how long he had kept it piled among all that mess in
his room. However, it would be our only hope of him returning to
us. The look on Harry’s face at seeing his godfather; the last
family member he’d had a chance of spending time with, was more
than worth any risks.
Almost as soon as I turned the corner, I spotted the portkey
just across the road from where I stood and quickly crossed. It
was a nightmare trying to cross such busy streets, but in the
name of saving Sirius Black and needing to do so with haste, I
kept my focus on what mattered. The moment my hand touched the
lamppost ahead of me, my body went flying through doors and
landed at the feet of Minister Scrimgeour. I cursed inwardly for
arriving so foolishly, but after straightening myself out he
looked a little less irritated by my presence.
“Minister, I have come to study the veil. There is an exam
coming up over the next few months and it is absolutely vital
that I collect the information necessary” I spoke bravely,
hoping he would believe my tall tale and let me pass through to
the Death Chamber.
“Miss. Rosmerta, I do not doubt for a moment that you are highly
aware of its dangers, but I must warn you; any foul play
emanating from that chamber will be seen to immediately. Mark my
words young lady, do not attempt to entice my anger” he said,
staring me down as though to frighten me away.
“I understand Sir, please, it is only for a Dark Arts exam and
nothing more” I finished, averting my eyes from his as he
continued to stare me down.
“Very well then, but you have been warned” he added, walking
away and leaving me in the middle of the Ministry Of Magic’s
great hall.
I felt somewhat uncomfortable in my chosen attire, but I had no
time to be worrying over how I looked right now. My thoughts
remained on Sirius, the Veil and getting him back somehow. I
only hoped the ingredients and the vibrant blue liquid in this
vial could help me with that task. It was going to be extremely
difficult, not knowing what would happen or how I was supposed
to connect it to his soul beyond that rippling curtain. If only
I had Hermione with me; she would know what to do. But I
couldn’t dwell on knowing I wasn’t built intelligently enough to
succeed in such a task alone, I had to get him back to Harry.
With determination like lightning shining through my angered
eyes, I barged through the doors of the Death Chamber and
stopped in my tracks.
Debating a while within myself over whether or not this was a
good idea had me overwhelmed with grief. The need to save Sirius
was slowly creeping above the need to survive and I reached for
the potion in my back pocket.
With the gleaming liquid staring straight at me as I looked down
at my hand, my actions were fast paced and I gulped it down; not
knowing what would happen to me. I hadn’t stopped to consider
the possibility that it might be nothing but poison and I would
be dead momentarily, but it didn’t happen. Rather, I felt an
enormous sting, almost as though my skin was being ripped from
my body and screamed as loud as my voice would let me. No one
would hear me in here, the walls had been so solidly built that
even the sound of explosions going off left and right would go
unnoticed by the Ministry. My eyes rolled into the back of my
head as I twisted and turned on the cold floor.
Lottie, are you there? Another familiar voice called out my
name, pleadingly. I knew again who it was and my screams turned
to sobs. How did he know I was here; was it possible the potion
was beginning to take effect already. I did not know the answers
to my questions, but I hoped sooner or later I would find out.
The torture continued as I curled into all kinds of positions on
the floor, merely a foot away from the Veil and gasped in pain
every once in a while.
The voice calling out my name grew louder and I knew something
was either very wrong, or something wonderful was about to
happen. As I became lost in my own thoughts once again, I felt
the weight of another person laying on me. Startled and a little
out of it, I tried to open my eyes in order to figure out who or
what was crushing me into the ground. That was when I passed out
in astonishment. It was Sirius, he was alive.
“Lottie, where am I?” asked a voice, slipping through the lips
of the body that hung over me as though it were sound asleep.
“Sirius!” I choked, trying to speak through my tears as I had
managed to bring him back successfully, without being killed
myself.
His eyes opened in time with my own and I beamed up at him, but
his eyes seemed so lost and afraid. It was difficult to
concentrate; so I turned my eyes away from his face and checked
him over fully to be sure nothing was missing. Sure enough, he
was all in one piece and staring at me blankly through his grey
eyes. It upset me quite a bit. Sirius had never been the kind of
person to look down in the dumps, no matter what he was going
through at the time. He had always held a gentle smile upon his
face that seemed to reach his eyes every time. But now, there
wasn’t even a hint of glee in his features. I regretfully
decided that he was still dead, at least in spirit, as his body
was very much alive.
With a great amount of effort, as I could not get him to respond
very well to my questions or suggestions, I managed to push his
body gently off me. As he lay on the floor beside me, I took my
time in examining the whole situation. I paced back and forth
through the small space between where he lay and the Veil
itself. Wonder filled my mind again and I considered the idea
that he was actually back as himself, not as something far more
dangerous and deceitful as one would imagine to come out of
something as such. I stared at his now sleeping form for a
while. He looked so peaceful and at home, though we were far
from his home and in the worst place he could be right now. It
was no longer safe for me either. I spotted a protruding rock
against one of the uneven walls of the Chamber and pulled
Sirius’ limp body toward me as I placed my hand on the rock.
Instantly, we were back at Grimmauld Place. But he was still
sleeping soundly as though nothing out of the ordinary had
happened. It made me frown a little.
“Sirius, wake up” I cooed gently, sitting on the bed beside him
after a few minutes of struggling to get him onto it.
He stirred slightly in his sleep, but made no attempt to open
his eyes. As I looked toward the small window in the far corner
of the room, I noticed how dark it was outside. I did not leave
the house so late, so I could not work that one out; it
frightened me. What if we were not actually at Grimmauld Place;
what if we were in an imaginary world. Anything was open for
suggestion at the moment. Nothing felt in place at all and I
panicked. Still, I could not lose control now that I had him
back in the world of the living. The sooner I woke him up, the
sooner he could see Harry. Speaking of Harry, I had better go
find him and tell him the news; he will be absolutely delighted.
I tiptoed quietly over to the door and just as my hand reached
out to turn the handle, a low groan escaped Sirius’ lips. My
body turned immediately to be sure he was alright, and he was.
Only, his groaning had grown louder as he lay still on his back,
undisturbed by anything. I looked entirely puzzled at the scene
before me. If he was perfectly fine and I could see no form of
discomfort written anywhere on his handsome face, what could
possibly be causing him to groan like that.
“Lottie..” he groaned, calling me to him and reaching out one of
his hands.
I felt a great amount of love toward him in that moment as I sat
beside his body on the bed. His outstretched hand enclosed
around my waist and pulled me close against his chest. My mouth
sat open slightly in shock, but his warm body pressed against
mine soon calmed my nerves when I realised he obviously knew
what he was doing. I couldn’t believe for a second that if he
didn’t know, he would ever actually do such a thing. My
knowledge of the situation expanded when I tried to wake him
from his heavy slumber, only to receive another groan. This time
however, it wasn’t out of pain.
It had been over an hour since he had pulled me into bed beside
him and already I was feeling my hidden feelings starting to
sprout all over again. I could not allow them to be uncovered,
at least not just yet. The only person Sirius would see upon
waking would be the face of his beloved godson. I wanted in no
way to stand between Harry and his only family; it would be a
beautiful moment to bear witness.
When I felt that he was calm enough and content in his sleep, I
moved carefully from his arms and left the room. I hadn’t heard
him groan in protest this time, so I knew it was safe to leave
him alone a while.
Harry stared at me as though I had just told him the most
amusing joke of the century; his face showed clear signs of
hidden laughter. Though, through his eyes I could see the hurt
that came along with such a statement. I had not meant to upset
him, but he needed to know all that I had done and what I had
achieved through doing it. It took me a long while to get him to
remain calm and free from jumping around like a psychotic
monkey, but it worked eventually. He beamed at me, asking to see
his godfather. The second he asked to see him I knew it would be
difficult as Sirius was most likely still sound asleep in his
room. Either way, no harm would come through Harry taking a
little stroll to have a look and see for himself. Just to be
certain I was not pulling his leg. I understood the need for
confirmation and so I was not offended by him asking to have
proof. I chose to take him to Sirius myself, just in case
anything happened that needed an explanation. Being the clever
little witch I was, I would figure out any problems remedy.
As we entered the bedroom, surely enough, Sirius remained sound
asleep; just as he had been when I had left him under half an
hour ago. He stirred a little in his sleep and Harry’s eyes lit
up, but he didn’t wake. Instead, he rolled over onto his side so
he was now facing us. I sat on a chair at the far corner of the
room and gave Harry a moment with Sirius alone, realising it
wasn’t enough privacy almost instantly. Nodding and sending a
kind smile his way, I left the room and left him alone with his
godfather.
I sat right outside, leaning back against the door in case
anything untoward occurred and I was needed for whatever reason.
Everyone that had occupied the house last night was either out
running important errands or had transported over to the
Weasley’s instead. I had wanted to stay in the House Of Black,
as much as it tormented me during the night. I stood from the
floor and decided to take a look around at the work everyone had
been doing during the day. Every room was spotless. Even the
wallpaper that covered the walls in the hallway had been
scrubbed dramatically; the paper was almost worn down. I laughed
to myself at the image of Molly and Ginny attacking the walls
with a big soapy sponge and a bucket of bubbly water.
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Re: Menacing Magic
DIR By: Maggie Flannery
Date: April 18, 2012, 6:28 pm
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Oh my good lord! I've indeed flooded the forum and I'll be on
top of mopping up my tears in a second. I love this and I do
believe Ms. Rowling could take a leaf from your book. I've never
been so moved by a Sirius fiction. Please by all means keep it
up. ;D
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Re: Menacing Magic
DIR By: Wolfy
Date: April 19, 2012, 5:47 am
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That is a compliment I cannot accept! :O Well, if it weren't for
Rowlings creation of the Potter world, I could never have
written this one about him. I tried to find an idea that was
unused and unique; I hope this is. I don't want to get into
trouble with others writers haha.
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On my way down the stairs, I came across an open door that led
to the Blacks family tree and another memory entered my head. It
played in my mind as though it were happening in front of me
right at this moment. It was a sad memory; Sirius had promised
Harry that when the battle between good and evil was over, they
would be a proper family. A tear slid down my cheek as my hand
caressed the spot on the wall where Sirius’ picture once sat on
their hand painted family tree. Using what I had learnt from
reading a few pages of his journal earlier today, I realised his
family must have removed his face and name as their way of
disowning him for whatever he had done they disapproved of.
“Lottie, come quickly!” shouted Harry from the bedroom.
I ran as fast as my feet would carry me, not stopping once even
though I nearly toppled and landed face first on the floor. Once
I reached the room, Harry told me that Sirius had been having a
fit on the bed and had even torn the sheets in his struggle.
Only, he mentioned that as he heard me racing through the house
to attend to his call, Sirius stopped shaking violently and
calmed the nearer I got to the bedroom door. It wasn’t until I
opened it, he said, that Sirius relaxed completely once again.
His theory startled me somewhat. Could it be that unless I am
around him for the rest of my life, he would otherwise be
dependent on the need to be with me and most likely die if it
became impossible. I banished the crazy thoughts as soon as they
entered my head to rid myself of stupidity. That could not be
it, there had to be something more to it than that. Then again,
I had not read through any kind of instructions before taking
the potion with me to the Department Of Mysteries. It could have
contained chemicals even I was unaware existed; chemicals that
did more than perform a little magic spell. There were potions
and charms all over the board; spells that wore off after a
little while, spells that lasted a little longer, and spells
that were near fatal and did not wear off at all. There was a
great possibility that the ingredients in the vial I drank from,
the vial I found in Sirius room, had been but an experiment to
achieve something everyone wished they had. As I stood pondering
the situation repeatedly in my head, racking my brain for
answers to every question it asked, I felt helpless. I had not
expected it to go so pear shaped.
I walked closer to the bed where Harry sat beside Sirius and
inspected him with my eyes; turning to my hands after receiving
no response from him. It seemed Harry had tried with great
difficulty to get his godfather to wake up, but Sirius wasn’t
having any of it. As I sat down carefully beside his sleeping
form, his scent filled the air around me and I couldn’t help but
smile. I had remembered his smell from a very long time ago; not
to mention memorising it during the endless hugs he seemed to
give everyone. If anyone were older than Harry and his friends,
he would not dream of getting so close. There was a kindness to
Sirius that no adult knew of, only those he trusted. Being
framed all those years ago by the evil little Peter had made him
an outcast to others, even more so than he had been toward his
own family. They had rejected him without even thinking twice
about the consequences of their actions.
I noticed as my hand brushed across Sirius’ forehead that he
leaned toward me, reaching out to grab a hold of my hand that
lay softly against his skin. Turning to Harry, I could see the
pain in his eyes at the sight of his godfather looking worse
than death. My heart sunk at the look in his eyes when they met
mine. I tried my best to give him a knowing glance and he turned
away again, keeping a watchful eye over Sirius as I stood to
leave them alone again. I took one last look at his sleeping
form and noticed how content he looked after my hand caressing
his face lightly. It bothered me a little, not knowing why he
only reacted in such a way to me and not Harry. I would have
thought with Harry being his only family and with the bond they
had developed before his passing being immensely strong, it
would be him to whom he responded.
Giving Harry a light squeeze on his shoulder, I told him I would
be just across the hall if he needed me, and left. On my way to
the room Hermione had been staying in, I continued to rack my
brains for answers, but none came fast enough. It simply wasn’t
right. Why did Sirius respond only to my touch, and why upon
touching him did he calm almost instantly as though I were
medicine to treat a disease.
Little Lottie, why must you leave my side…
His voice once again invaded my mind but I tried desperately to
shut it out. Harry would be the one to tend to Sirius’ needs if
further problems arose. I did not like the idea of needing to be
close by every moment of every day for the rest of my life. It
was unsettling. Though, my feelings toward him would have kept
me happy enough to remain nearby, I doubt he would truly
appreciate the goings on once he had woken from his needy
splendour. I called it that because it wasn’t half bad; if only
he was aware he was doing it. I made a mental note to talk to
him in the morning, as he was sure to be wide awake and back to
his old self by then. If not, something would have to be done to
cure whatever mess I had gotten us both into. Or I would be
forced to spend the rest of my life by his side and near enough
to actually be in full contact. Thousands of images entered my
head all at once, confusing me a little. I knew straight away
what they were however, but they would never see the light of
day. I knew Sirius too well, we all did. He was not the kind of
man to take vows and be faithful to only one woman for the rest
of his days. He would admit it in a heartbeat too.
Through the night, everything seemed pretty normal. There had
been no moans and groans from his room as I had expected.
Perhaps it was nothing after all and the need to be near me had
vanished come morning light, which in a way upset me, but I
understood it was for the best. I would have liked running to
his beck and call, but it wasn’t meant to be.
I awoke with a start, feeling the familiar heat of someone’s
body pressed up against mine. My eyes shot open in surprise, and
beside me lay a sleeping Sirius. To say I was shocked to my core
would be an understatement, for it was so much more than that. I
also began to wonder how on earth in his state, he had managed
to reach this room without landing on his behind along the way.
It baffled me. But reality dawned on me again and I realised
Sirius, was in bed with me. This would have looked so bad had
Harry walked in to check on me during the night, not to mention
wake me from my sleep over panicking because Sirius was nowhere
to be found. I groaned loudly, hoping he hadn’t heard me. Our
current situation was even more awkward than when me and Harry
realised he responded only to my touch. Even though I would
never admit this to anyone, especially not Harry; I rather liked
the feel of him being so close to me. It made me feel warm
inside, complete almost. It felt as though my other half was
right beside me and nothing could go wrong in this horrible
world we live in. If only it were as simple as that.
“Sirius” I called gently, shaking him a little to get him to
remove his arm from around me.
Being pinned on my back, on a bed, by Sirius Black’s arm was not
what I’d had in mind when I had chosen to risk everything in
order to bring him back. A slight tingle could be felt between
my legs, but I shook it off knowing it would cause more trouble.
I tried to do the same with his arm as it lay over my
midsection, but he was much too strong. Every time I tried to
lift his arm, he only held it down forcefully. It was obvious he
was now awake, but I couldn’t tell for sure. I debated a while
over whether or not I should call Harry, before realising it
would be the only way in which I could be freed from this death
grip he had on me.
“Harry!” I shouted, hoping both that I would not wake Sirius and
that Harry would actually hear me calling his name.
Within minutes he swung the door open with a frantic look on his
face. As soon as his eyes rested on Sirius he gave me the most
horrid glare you could imagine. I had known of his reaction
before he barged through the door, but I had to explain that I
was more than innocent in this little incident. Or rather, large
incident as by no means was it something easily forgotten.
“Harry, before you even assume the worst thing that came to your
head when you walked in, let me explain the best way I can” I
begged, hoping he wanted to listen to my story.
He did, thankfully. After closing the door behind him and taking
a seat on an empty chair across the room, he leaned forward and
waited for my explanation. It would be difficult under the
circumstances given the annoying tingle that wouldn’t leave me
alone. I pushed through it anyway. After a good fifteen minutes
or so of trying to get him to understand it was Sirius who had
pulled himself into bed next to me, his face softened. Noticing
my discomfort, he walked over to Sirius’ side of the bed and
pulled his arm up off of me, giving me the freedom to move. I
did so immediately. I was more than happy to be out of my
previous position when I noticed Hermione and Ron walk through
the door. Though I tried to cover my blush from having slept
with Sirius most of the night, Hermione noticed. I had expected
her to pull me to one side to discuss every last detail, but she
simply stared at me in awe. The looks on their faces donned
amazement and it was obvious before Ron opened his mouth, what
he was about to ask.
I told Harry to keep watch over his godfather whilst I explained
things to Ron and Hermione, who were now getting a hold of
themselves. Grabbing both their arms and pulling them out of the
room and back into Sirius’ room, I told them the entire ordeal.
Ron beamed at me and pulled me into the tightest hug I had ever
experienced in my life, whereas Hermione stood motionless and
clearly doubtful. It would take a lot longer to reassure her
that everything was in good shape, but something had felt a
little out of place since I had brought him back to this world.
Something I couldn’t put my finger on. Perhaps I would ask for
her help in solving what the problem was.
“Hermione, there is most likely a minor complication with all
that has happened. I am uncertain of what it is, but I was
wondering if you could maybe help me solve it” I asked, looking
into her eyes pleadingly.
She sighed heavily and said “Of course I can help you, but you
have to promise me one thing. No matter what it is, now that you
have brought him back to Harry, you cannot go back”.
I merely nodded in response. I knew what I had done and that if
any trouble rose up that proved impossible to shield, it would
have to be faced head on. There was nothing standing in my way
from keeping Sirius alive this time. I would end my own life if
I believed it meant Harry would have Sirius beside him forever
and I rarely risked my life for anything or anyone. Glancing
over at Hermione and Ron, I noticed they were both too close for
comfort and I almost opened my mouth to comment; that was when I
saw them holding one another’s hand. I smiled at the sight, it
had been too long in waiting for the pair of them to get
together, so I wasn’t about to ruin the moment. It seemed it was
more than natural to them, so I left them be. Pulling them both
into a hug at the same time, I thanked them for understanding
and headed out of the room.
Just before I shut the door behind me to give them privacy, I
told them I would get started on dinner. The horror on their
faces amused me, but I feigned sadness anyway. They giggled and
with a wave of their hands, I was out of the room and down the
stairs in a flash. My cooking wasn’t all that wonderful so the
uneasy expressions on their faces had not been wrong. But I
would try my best to impress given the new company we have this
evening.
As I was in the middle of slicing a potato, Harry walked through
the door and informed me that he was going to Hogsmeade with Ron
and Hermione for a few bits and pieces. I nodded and turned
toward them as they apparated through the floo and out of sight.
It took a moment for me to realise Sirius must still be
sleeping, and alright at that. Harry had not mentioned him at
all as they were leaving. I listened closely, but couldn’t hear
any sounds of discomfort so believed he would be alright until I
had prepared dinner. A few sliced potatoes later and the mash
was ready to be made. I grabbed the masher from the nearest
drawer and with all my strength, I pressed down hard on the
solid spuds. Whilst I continued to flatten the now lumpy
potatoes, two arms wrapped themselves around my waist. I froze,
not knowing who it was. I had an inkling of course. I decided to
test that theory.
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Re: Menacing Magic
DIR By: Maggie Flannery
Date: April 21, 2012, 2:01 am
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I can honestly say that this is an idea that I'm no other writer
would think of and I'm loving it more and more. ;D I can
honestly say if I were in Lottie's position when those arms were
wrapped around me I don't think I could be so calm. I'd either
jump out of my skin and scream bloody murder or I wouldn't be
able to control myself. I'm horrible! Trying to take advantage
of poor Sirius when he's not in his right state. Keep up the fab
work! I can assure you that I'll be placing an order for a hard
copy very soon. :D
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Re: Menacing Magic
DIR By: Wolfy
Date: April 21, 2012, 10:01 am
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I really do hope no one else has similar ideas. If I ever found
out that someone else had written something like this before me,
I would feel horribly guilty about it and stop selling copies!
haha. I don't blame you for wanting to do that. I would have
turned her character around to 'get a little too close', but it
didn't seem right at the time. Hehe, it's not too horrible so
don't worry :D I know I'd do the same thing.
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“Sirius, what are you doing?” I asked, managing to unwrap his
arms from around me.
I turned my body around fully so that I was facing him; staring
into his eyes with so many questions you wouldn’t believe it. As
I stood there looking up at him, I noticed the burning passion
behind his eyes and became a little frightened. This was surely
not the Sirius we all knew and loved, and it was more than a
little worrying. In all honesty, I felt more afraid for him than
myself. If anyone were to hear of the things that had happened
over the last two days, they would surely come to lock him up.
His body moved nearer to mine as I was once again lost in
thought. Upon instinct I raised my hands to his chest and pushed
him back feeling more than little awkward at the whole
situation. Had the others returned right now, it would be very
difficult to explain Sirius’ sudden lust toward me. Deep down I
loved it, but knew it wasn’t right.
“Lottie, I think we need to talk” he said, not tearing his eyes
away from me for a second.
Until he walked out of the kitchen and into the main room,
waiting for me to follow. I had thought about rushing up the
stairs and locking myself in one of the rooms, but knew straight
away that he would try to break the door down. Sirius was not
the kind of man to let things slide so easily. I had learnt that
much over a year ago after failing to confess a secret. I had
taken a bottle of his precious fire whiskey for a night of
celebration and had not asked him first. I should have known he
would allow it anyway, but my sneaky nature suggested I would be
better off collecting the bottle myself. It is true that we
always learn the hard way in life. Perhaps if we did not, who
knows how many times we would repeat the same mistake.
“I am not entirely sure what is going on with you Sirius, but
thus far it’s come to my attention that it isn’t anything
appropriate and it must be stopped” I said, refusing to sit
beside him on the sofa.
“I am just as oblivious as you are darlin’, but we can’t keep
this under wraps too long. The truth is going to slip out
eventually no matter how hard we try to hide it” he added the
moment I’d stopped speaking.
I tensed at the thought of having to go through with it until we
found a reason to suggest we did not have to, as at the moment,
it seemed more than just a dire need for him to touch me or vice
versa. Standing still for so long had my legs feeling horribly
stiff, but I did not want to take a seat near him now. In case
he acted on impulse and put us both in an unfortunate position,
one we would certainly be unable to explain; I chose to keep a
fair distance. Until he gripped the back of my corset and pulled
me down beside him. I didn’t know quite how to respond to his
action, but so far it seemed harmless. I went along with it and
within minutes we were talking endlessly about everything that
had happened since his passing. It felt awkward telling him
about my lacking love life, but he had asked. Sirius had always
been a father figure to each of Harry’s friends, him included.
It appeared that after returning from Azkaban and clearing his
name, he felt an undying need to protect those he loved most.
His best friend’s son would be the first to watch over. He had
spoken of his plans to us all one day during a meeting here at
his house. Sirius wanted everything to be perfect and just as it
was in the old days when James and Lily were still alive. He
spoke of changing things for the better and even invited Harry
to live with him at one point.
A stray tear slipped down my cheek at the thought of him
fathering Harry, only to be snatched away from him before he had
the chance. It was an awfully depressing day for us all, but
Harry received the brunt of it, losing such a man to his cousin
after being thrown backwards to his death. I recalled that very
day as I sat beside Sirius, who was now watching me intently as
my face twisted horribly in remembrance. We had all been in the
Death Chamber, surrounding the Veil as we fought against the
devilish Death Eaters in a battle to protect what was then
incredibly important; a prophecy deciding whom would face Lord
Voldemort in the final showdown between good and evil.
I turned my head to look at him when his hand lay gently over
mine. I tried to smile, but it was in vain. His death had caused
a little part of myself to die right along with him. Though we
had him back now, I did not think that part of myself would be
returned to its owner. I had not fought against it leaving my
body once, for I didn’t believe I would ever be whole again
without him around. These thoughts had been my own for so long,
not even Hermione knew of them and that was saying something. I
often failed to keep anything hidden for very long, but that was
one thing I could never own up to. If Harry, Ron or Hermione
knew I had willingly sacrificed a part of myself after taking in
the events before and after his death, life would be awkward so
long as I was around them. As his hand remained over mine,
giving it a light squeeze every so often, I snapped my head in
his direction immediately when his hand trailed up my arm. His
fingers brushed lightly against my skin on their journey, before
resting on my face. Without putting much thought into what I was
doing, I leaned into his hand and closed my eyes over. In that
moment, I felt absolute bliss. Nothing could have ruined it had
Harry, Ron and Hermione not burst through the floo as he kept
caressing my cheek with his hand. I had not heard them enter,
but it seemed Sirius had as he quickly retracted his hand and I
felt the cold sting of nothing where his hand had once been.
I was about to complain before I opened my eyes. Stood in front
of us and tapping her foot accusingly, Hermione pulled me to my
feet and dragged me into the kitchen. I could hear Harry on my
way talking to Sirius and asking him what he was playing at. I
didn’t get to hear his response. Hermione slammed the kitchen
door shut and turned on me fiercely. I hadn’t expected her to
get so worked up over anything, but I could see her reasons this
time. What had happened was definitely uncalled for. But, they
had not known the state I was in seconds before he had tried to
comfort me. It had been successful. Though when other people
entered the room, my mood swung right back down to zero all over
again and my heart sank right along with it. I looked at
Hermione with sad eyes and she guessed something was wrong. I
had prepared myself for hours of frustrated yelling and
ridicule, but when she pulled me into a hug and held me there a
good few minutes, I knew all was forgiven.
The muffled sounds from the main room filled my ears again and I
pulled away from Hermione’s crushing embrace. I gave her a look
of panic and she nodded her head. As we walked out of the
kitchen, silence surrounded us all. Not one of us would look at
each other. I sighed heavily in annoyance and took a seat beside
Sirius, shocking the boys and Sirius himself for that matter.
“Guys, there is something strange going on and neither of us are
sure what it is. But, for the time being, we’d appreciate
reactions like that being held back” I said bravely, daring to
look up at the three of them, though Hermione understood
already.
Harry and Ron exchanged worried glances, but both came to the
conclusion that going along with it was only necessary; at least
until we found out a way to stop it. It was quite uncomfortable
knowing three of my friends had spotted me leaning lovingly into
Sirius’ hand as it lay upon my cheek. I only wished I knew what
the underlying cause was so it could be halted before it grew
worse. All I knew was that Sirius was alive and well, though a
little more randy in his new state of being. Losing him again
and watching Harry run through the same horrors he had the first
time he lost his godfather was not going to happen; I wouldn’t
allow it. Not after coming this far already and realising he was
for the most part back to his old self. The new personality
traits I could deal with, as could the others, but losing him to
death again was not an option and I refused to put Harry through
it all over again due to my insecurities and cowardliness.
“So, what are we having for dinner?” Harry piped up, turning his
attention to me.
I had not noticed we had been sitting in each others company
awkwardly for so long. I quickly raced back into the kitchen to
check our meal. Upon opening up the oven, smoke rose to the
ceiling immediately and had me coughing drastically whilst
trying to feel for the tray of mashed potatoes I had so
carefully prepared over an hour ago. I grabbed it with an oven
glove wrapped ridiculously around my hand and pulled it free
from the disaster; hoping with every ounce of pride in me that
it wasn’t too badly burnt.
Prodding the mash with a fork, despite its deep brown colour on
top, I hoped it was still edible. I shook with anger and sorrow
when I realised it was rock solid. To anyone standing behind me
it might have looked as though I was laughing silently to
myself, the way my shoulders moved and I wiped at my eyes like a
child without a lollipop. Reacting in such a way over failing to
cook a nice meal for everyone didn’t seem right, but my pride
had been burnt along with the mash; there was no way I could
cook the mince now if it had nothing to be served with. As I
dumped the entire tray of rock hard mash into the bin across the
kitchen, its door opened and in stepped a worried looking
Sirius. I tried to hide the tears rolling down my face but he
saw them too soon. He stood behind me as I continued to spoon
out the mash, careful not to release the tray in the process
given my shaking hands making it all the more difficult to do.
Sirius brought his lips to my ear and whispered softly into it,
holding the tops of my arms steady.
“I knew you were crying Lottie, this is more than just a surge
of fatherly love” he cooed, running his hands up and down my
arms soothingly.
I had known already that his sudden need to be with me was more
than his caring nature, but even if it was something far
advanced, it had to come to an end. As much as I might have
wished it would go on forever so I could one day be with the man
I secretly loved, still, it wasn’t probable.
“Sirius, thank you for trying to comfort me, but being so close
is only making me shake even more” I admitted, pulling free from
his arms and walking over to the sink.
Turning on the water, I held my breath in my throat as I felt
him near me again. Only this time, I felt more than his warm
body close to mine and it frightened me. How could such a spell
bring him back wanting to mount me as a horse would its mate; I
couldn’t answer it. I didn’t want to answer it. I feared the
answer far too much to even consider the outcome that seemed to
linger in the back of my confused mind. The more he refused to
be apart from me so we could adapt better to being separated,
the more I urged him silently to touch me. His hands on my skin
were like the warm glow of the sun against a flowers delicate
petals; it felt completely natural and above anything I had ever
felt before. I knew deep down that it was something new,
something formed upon his return from beyond the Veil. I knew
this because all those years ago, even the hours leading up to
his death when he had hugged everyone, I hadn’t felt anything.
At least, I had not felt anything quite like this; almost like a
bolt of lightning coursing through his hands and straight into
my veins. It was shocking, but pleasant all the same.
“Sirius” I began, only to be interrupted by his soft lips on my
neck.
I tried to pull away once again, but he didn’t allow it. His
hands rested on the counter so I could not escape him. I sighed
quietly. His scent drove me crazy as he stood so close, his
tongue drawing small circles on the fragile skin. At any moment,
Hermione, Harry or Ron could walk in to bear witness again and I
wished to prevent it at all costs. Explaining myself all over
again knocked my mood sideways.
“I even know what you’re thinking” he whispered in my ear before
taking a step back.
Gasping in horror and turning my full attention to him, I gave
him a long stare. I didn’t quite believe what he just told me,
but the smirk growing on his face was all the proof I needed. My
look of horror turned into a small smile at the thought of him
being able to read my mind. I wondered if I could use that to my
advantage or it would backfire horribly. Either way, it could
prove useful in the near future.
“Sirius, whilst it seems there is more than one thing connecting
us at the moment, I don’t think it would be wise to take
advantage of it all. I would much rather spend my time
researching possible cures for whatever it is we have gotten
ourselves into” I said, pacing from one side of the kitchen to
the other.
“Excuse me, whatever ‘we’ have gotten ourselves into? It didn’t
slip my mind young lady, you were the one who brought me back,
if you remember” he replied with sarcasm dripping from his
words.
The fact that he now appeared upset with me struck a nerve;
turning on my heel as I paced in front of him, he received a
harsh slap. The sound echoed off the walls, though it was barely
even hard. Within minutes, Harry barged through the door and
demanded to know what had happened. Of course, he was protecting
me and thought Sirius and his bad boy reputation had raised his
hand to me. I jumped in immediately before he could bad mouth
his godfather further and explained I had lashed out over a
silly comment. Harry’s eyes softened as he looked at his
godfather and burned when he looked back at me. What I had done
was so unlike me and he knew it. But, I could not decipher a
reason as to why I reacted so abnormally to something I would
usually brush off. It bothered me greatly.
Once Harry left us alone in the kitchen again, it was not
difficult to tell that Sirius would love nothing more than to
scream profanities at me for what I’d done; but he held back. I
could see that he had suffered in his attempts to remain silent.
In a way it was almost thrilling that I’d had the last laugh for
once, but those thoughts were so self-centred. As we stood
awkwardly opposite one another for what felt like hours, I
wanted so badly to apologise for turning his cheek red, but
couldn’t find the words. He had asked for it in a way, yet my
methods were nothing short of sly and impractical.
“Sirius I...” I began, not knowing quite how to finish.
He closed in on me instantly, not hesitating once to wrap me in
his warm embrace. I melted then and there, knowing yet again
that I had been forgiven for something even I did not know the
reasons for. This time, I built up enough courage to wrap my own
arms around his waist as he pulled me closer. Our hearts were
beating in rhythm and I couldn’t help but smile at the small
detail. We were more alike now than ever. It was comforting in a
way; knowing that he and I had such similar traits. But as with
everything wonderful there comes a wave of negatives. I had not
been prepared for such a thing to happen. All I had wanted was
for Sirius to return in a healthy enough state so that Harry
would no longer be miserable. Also, that I might have a chance
with him in the future. This wasn’t what I’d planned, but for
now it would have to do. His need to be so close to me would
make it enjoyable for the time being. Though I dreaded the day
it would all come to an end and we would have to resort back to
our old selves.
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Re: Menacing Magic
DIR By: Maggie Flannery
Date: April 23, 2012, 7:29 pm
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I've been meaning to comment on this since you first posted it
and I don't know why I haven't. I'm totally entranced and drawn
in and loving it! It's almost like they're twin souls in total
synch with one another. This is a beautiful work of fiction, my
dear. I can not wait until the next installment!
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Re: Menacing Magic
DIR By: Wolfy
Date: April 24, 2012, 7:11 am
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Thank you, thank you and thank you again! :D I am loving that
you like it so much, it's the only reason why I keep posting
bits. I've been reading over it as I have been posting and
wondering what on earth made me think it was good enough.
Perhaps the length of it is the reason why I thought it would be
the better piece of fiction I have written, but I'm not so sure
anymore haha.
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I lifted my head slightly to meet his eyes as he clung to me,
fearful of letting go. He stared down at me, but not with any
type of glare, nor any hint of sadness. In his eyes I found only
pure happiness; a love of life and the ones he had in it. This
in turn made me smile, it was contagious. He leaned his head
lower as though to capture my lips with his and I was surprised
when he didn’t. Instead, he whispered against them in such a
seductive voice that I felt my knees give way beneath me. It was
a good job he was holding me up otherwise I’d have been a puddle
on the floor by now.
“Little Lottie, I have so much to thank you for, but I don’t
know how” he breathed.
The slight touch of his lips against mine made me shudder as I
caught every last word. My eyes rested on his mouth as he
whispered in case I missed anything. He was confessing to
something he did not quite understand. In the years I had known
him, I had worked out that much. Sirius Black was never one to
admit certain thoughts or feelings, especially when he
misunderstood them. I suppose that could be true of anyone, but
dragging the truth out of him was like trying to pour blood from
a pebble; impossible. Delight shone through my eyes as they
moved up to his and I knew straight away what I was in for.
There was nothing more delicate and nothing more beautiful in
thanks than making love. Through his soul as I stared deep into
his eyes, I could see that is what he wanted. But accepting such
an offer without being asked directly was not how I played the
game, if anyone would dare call it such a thing.
Sirius giggled slightly and my attention was on him again. I was
puzzled for a few moments until I remembered he could now hear
what I was thinking. A bright blush spread across my face like a
tidal wave and I buried my face in his chest. He continued to
laugh at my unfortunate behaviour and ran his fingers soothingly
through my deep brown locks. It felt as though we had been
married all our lives. If only that much were true. Perhaps if I
had been born fifteen years earlier, we might have had a chance.
I shook my head of its silly thoughts and recalled the fact that
all of this was magic. It would eventually be erased from his
head and he wouldn’t approach me in the same way ever again.
Tears built up in my eyes as I thought long and hard about the
consequences of finding a cure; he noticed. He also looked at me
with determination and though he spoke not a single word, I
realised he was trying to tell me something with his gaze. It
held longing and sincerity, but still I knew not whether it was
his own heart or the spell cast upon him. I wanted to believe
what he was currently feeling came from the bottom of his
wizarding heart, but nothing could prove to me it was. I could
only believe for the moment that it was a little bit of magic;
and with the drop of a hat it would vanish before my very eyes.
“I don’t understand the nature of my new feelings for you
Lottie, but I do know I would not regret a single thing by the
time I am back to normal” he spoke reassuringly, releasing me
from his arms.
“It’s so much more complex than that Sirius. I thought you would
understand that much” I said as I walked out of the kitchen and
left him to his thoughts.
As I walked through the main room and up the stairs, I received
sympathetic looks from both Ron and Hermione. Harry looked
rather baffled by everything that was going on and did not know
whether to laugh or cry at the situation. I couldn’t blame him,
for even I was at war with myself over what to do. Upon reaching
the room Hermione had offered me after returning to Grimmauld
Place to visit Sirius with Harry, I pushed open the door
carelessly and slammed it shut behind me. Cringing at the loud
sound; I had not meant for it to shake the wood so badly that
its handle almost dropped off. Sirius needed time to adjust and
so did I, but in order to gain control we had to be separated.
Hours passed, although it felt like days. I lay back on the bed
and stared up at the ceiling, debating what I should do with
myself for the time being. My thoughts landed on Sirius and I
wondered what he was up to, also considering the possibility
that he may very well have adapted already; but I doubted it.
“Lottie, open the door. It’s Harry, I’ve brought you something
to eat” called a voice from outside.
Given that my current state of being was somewhat starved from
failing to cook dinner properly, food delighted my stomach and
it grumbled in response. I sniffed the air around the door but
couldn’t smell anything. I frowned and flung the door open to
give Harry an earful for making me move without a good enough
reason. Just as I opened my mouth to scream at him, it closed
tightly and my reflexes acted fast.
Sirius stood directly before me, though outside the door. I
spotted Harry looking rather sheepish behind him and groaned in
annoyance. I couldn’t believe they had planned it all out. Anger
boiled in my blood as I glared at them both and grabbed the door
ready to slam it in his face. He was much too quick and much too
strong for me to win that battle. Within seconds, he gripped my
upper arms and pushed me back into the room, closing the door
with his foot. I growled, not meaning to and immediately felt
heat rush to my cheeks as he stared at me, amused. He continued
to push me back until my body hit the hard wall behind me. Even
then he wouldn’t stop. With all his strength he seemed to press
himself against me to be sure I would not escape him as I had
last time.
“Sirius, let me go” I said angrily, trying to push him away from
me.
He lowered his mouth to mine and hovered for a moment “Not until
you tell me you don’t want it” he said, closing the gap between
us and kissing me passionately.
I had planned on rejecting him and pushing him back again, but
his kiss was too powerful for me to ignore and so I kissed back.
When he noticed me kissing him back, he released my arms and
they immediately went up and around his neck. A quiet moan
escaped my lips as he continued to press his lower half between
my legs, almost begging me to let him have what he wanted so
badly. I made up my mind fast. My hands were pulling at his
shirt as I struggled to free it from the waistband of his jeans
and he smirked. Looking up into his eyes destroyed me and
fireworks went off in my head. Still, I could not tell whether
this was really him, or just some lucky magic that I’d conjured
up in the process of saving him.
“Sirius!” I shouted, still battling with his shirt and the
buttons that just didn’t want to come undone.
He laughed lightly at my unfortunate situation and I growled,
raising my leg until it rested between his. The look of horror
on his face made me smile. It was now my turn to laugh and as I
did so, he gripped my hair at the back of my head, pulled it
back and bit down hard on my neck. I gasped and squealed
helplessly at the pain and attacked him with my hands. There was
no escape from him now, what would happen was inevitable and
deep down, I knew I wanted it to.
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I should mention that I love suspense and tormenting my readers,
that is actually the last bit hehe.
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Re: Menacing Magic
DIR By: Maggie Flannery
Date: April 25, 2012, 10:48 pm
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That's it?! :o Color me a smidge upset, haha. It was wonderful!
They're a wonderful couple and I'd love to more written about
them, they truly were made for one another and with the ending
it made me shed nothing but happy tears for them. They're
together and they're happy and I'm over the moon. Wonderfully
done again my dear! ;D
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