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Hi! New reader here! I genuinely love your story! It's great! I can't wait to read more! And I've never seen a plot like this before! Excellent! |
*new reader* this story is amazing, i wonder if brian wulfric will ever be recognised by anyone all i say is PAMs PAMs PAMs |
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Nice descriptions. I like how you connect his appearance to his experience in Azkaban and how it differs now he's been out of there. Most people would have just said, "His face was regular now he's been out of Azkaban," but you gave a better description. I like it. Quote:
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Interesting character...I like him. |
i love your story, keep writing please |
*Pops* in for a few replies! My sister and CIC of the Draco Minions!!! Quote:
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When the replies get long, I get confused! So here are more! *Mirror of Erised*:flowers: It is great to meet you and you said my most favorite words ever: Quote:
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Dean Thomas Author of a most awesome fic, that if you have not read it, you should definitely go visit: Patrick Thatcher and the Colonist's Compass I am honored and so pleased to see you here Dean! I admire your work so much that I'm actually a little nervous! I hope I can keep you coming back! Quote:
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Alright, that is all for now!!! I will return with a fic post.... Soon!!! |
This one is for my dear friend LadyV! I even left a small cliffie in her honor! Read Close Encounters to see what I mean! Close Encounters of the First Kind Familiar Faces The man Sirius ran into went sprawling to the ground, his packages (as he had clearly been shopping for Hogwart’s supplies) scattered all around him. Upon noticing the man’s face, Sirius quickly averted his eyes and turning his head away, mumbled an apology before making a hasty retreat. It was only when Sirius rounded the corner that he risked another glance at the wizard as he knelt to pick up his things. Sirius’ heart was pounding as he watched his friend, Remus Lupin, move on down the street. He felt extremely guilty that he could not help his old friend. One glance at the man’s tired, careworn face wrenched his heart in sympathy. Sirius could not help but wish for the days when he and James (he could not bring himself to think of the fourth member of their group) could make the time of the full moon more bearable for Remus. The two boys would do anything in their power just to make their friend smile during the period before and after the full moon when the boy was most drained of energy. Judging from Lupin’s weakened appearance; it was just around that time right now. Sirius vowed silently that he would contact his friend as soon as he was free of this masquerade he had to keep up. Remus was now out of sight and Sirius felt it safe to continue on his way. Still, the mischievous side of his personality was strongly tempted to chase Lupin down, tap him on the shoulder and wait for a reaction, but he knew better. “The way he looked, a shock like that would put him into St. Mungo’s,” Sirius thought as he approached the last store on his list, Flourish and Blott’s. Inside the store, Sirius gave his school book list to one of the shopkeepers along with his pseudonym and money. He was glad not to have to hunt for the books and then be weighed down by them, especially since the moment he walked in he noticed some more familiar faces. One, just visible beyond a stack of books, looked so much like his old friend that it took all of Sirius’ willpower not to call out to him. But his logical mind reasoned, “not James, Harry.” Even then it was a close call keeping silent. Instead, he drew closer to hear what the boy was saying. Harry was leaning casually against a shelf, laughing and talking to his friend Ron. Nearby, Bill Weasley stood consulting the school book lists with a lovely blonde girl looking on. Hermione was speaking with authority about a book she’d read over the summer to the youngest Weasley, Ginny, who looked rather bored but was politely trying not to show it. Somewhat apart from the group (though clearly with them), Sirius recognized his cousin Tonks’ bright pink hair peeking above a book she was reading. “Wizard’s Lost Love by Bettina Breakheart”, he read with surprise, “since when did his cousin read that kind of tripe?” Out of the corner of his eye, Sirius spotted Kingsley Shacklebolt walking past the store for a second time in the last few minutes. It was clear that this particular group of students was being closely watched. He wouldn’t be surprised if there were several other Order members nearby, he’d have to be careful. “Oy, Harry, look, there’s a new issue of Quidditch Quarterly,” Ron said flipping through the magazine. “We’re only buying what’s on the list, little brother,” Bill called over his shoulder. Ron scowled at his brother’s back and made to put the magazine on the shelf. He was stopped by Harry who smiled and simply tossed the book into his own cauldron. “Thanks mate,” Ron grinned back. “Clearly this year’s Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher know’s his stuff,” Hermione stated brandishing the new required text, “I read this book last year and it’s excellent.” “Well anyone’s better then Lockhart was,” Ron quipped ignoring the look Hermione sent his way. Though she secretly agreed with him, she rarely spoke badly about a teacher in public, even a bad one. Harry had no such reservations and laughed openly with Ron as if at a private joke. Suddenly Tonks let out a startled squeak and Bettina Breakheart was tossed clumsily back onto the shelf. “I got everything on this list,” Remus approached Bill who ticked off a number of items from his own list. “Brilliant,” Bill said, “we’re almost done, so we can get back. Mum won’t relax until we get this lot home,” his gesture took in the younger members of the party and the blonde girl beamed up at him. “So protective you are,” the girl observed in a thick French accent. “Professor Lupin,” Hermione said, still not giving up on her book, “have you read this?” “Ah, yes, that is a good one,” the man stated. Even from this distance, Sirius could see the gleam of interest in his friend’s eyes that often happened when presented with a favorite book. “And you don’t need to call me that anymore,” he reminded her. “It’s only because you’re the best DADA teacher we’ve ever had,” Harry stated matter of fact, and Remus looked pleased despite himself. “You haven’t any idea who did assign the book by chance…” Ron ventured. “You know I don’t,” Lupin smiled helplessly. The group started to move deeper into the store and Sirius made to follow, when suddenly, a strong hand clasped him on the shoulder. |
Oh no you didn't! Lissy - Oh My God! What...Why...You... Gimme a minute, lost for words... Quote:
*tackle glomps Lissy* You are way too sweet! Seriously. I'm just too...for words... on with the review... Quote:
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Sorry, I'm babbling. A most excellant cliffhanger Lissy! I'm on the edge of my seat - can't wait for the next post! Your writing is positively superb, not just the plot line but your structure, composition, eye for detail and characterisation are all fatastic. (what did you really think I'd let you get away with that littlestunt without getting my own back?) Love much, LadyV. PS: I mean every word. Just in case you thought I was joking...I'm not. |
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:( *huggles Remus* Poor poor Lupin! Lovely description though! Quote:
LOL!!! :lmao: Wonderful update Lissy!!! |
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Oh, Lissy dear you MUST post more!! Love ya and your fic! *huggles* ~Ashley |
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Lol, AN UPDATE! It’s so funny B/C I’ve been just going around to all fics I read (At the time… they’re a lot) and saying I’ve been very busy lately. I’m so sorry I haven’t posted in like days….etc… Yet, once I saw your update, I dropped everything, deleted all windows, ignored friends’ ims, got off msn/ aim, and ran to Microsoft to quote! Lol, I’ll get to the other ones…for now….MORE LIZ AND SIRY!!!! Quote:
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Oh, we’re at the end…. *Huggles and kiggles as usual* Luff ya lotz! Tina |
wow that was really good, keep writing |
Sorry I haven't been around for a while, (I've been on vacation) but two nice updates are waiting for me! YAY!! *huggles Lissy* :glomp: Not much to say that hasen't been said about "Black Family Reunion", but it cetainly did hint a LOT, can't wait to see how it all comes out at school! "Familiar Faces" Quote:
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Ok, Lissy, I'm all caught up. I like your portrayal of canon characters; you know, having them IN character. I especially like Phineas Nigellus' little rant about Sirius. Very Good. I'm glad I'm caught up cause now, I can review as they come. Great fic, I'm interested to see where this is going. |
Keep writing ! Its so good! |
Replies!!! :hello: How are you guys? I thought I'd stop in for a bit of replying!! My sweet almost the same birthday sister LadyV Quote:
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Amber!!!! How are ya sweetie? *tackle glomps* Quote:
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Ashley sweet little Ashley!! *glomps on you* Quote:
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Well here's a post to get the evil cliffie out of the way. Just for the record - Tina guessed it: It was McGonagall, “you’re out of time,” she stated “let’s go.” She then led her charge back to the public floo and on to Hogwarts. I'll be back later with more!!!! |
Thanks for sorting that out, that was cool but wouldnt harry recognise sirius from the pictures moody and hagrid gave him. PAMs PAMs PAMs |
Oh poo-ey. That's all we're getting? two lines? DOH! lol, only joking. So it was MacGonagall. Didn't guess that, oh well, it makes sense really... PAMS! Love ya, (almost birthday sister...;)) LadyV:wizard: |
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That was just a teaser! :P I'll post the next one in a bit!! :glomp: Love ya!! Lissy |
Ooohh It's getting really good!!! I can't wait to read more!!! :D |
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brandmunky! A new Griffie!! We love our Gryffindors here too! ;) Nice to meet you! Thank you so much for stopping in! Quote:
More fic coming right up!! :flowers: |
I see you! *taps foot impatiently* I'm looking forward to this Lissy!!!! Love ya, LadyV. Pssst, when you're done posting, check out Close Encounters. You'll hate me... |
I want to start out by saying that today's shout out goes to my dear sister Si!! The adorable Scheming Southern Angel and CIC of the Draco Minions (don't make her mad!) The Scroll of Forgetfulness Sirius spent the next few days watching as the staff arrived from summer holiday and got Hogwarts ready for the students. Some, like Hagrid and Filch, spent all year on the grounds, but most did not. Sirius kept his distance, unsure of who was aware of his presence and who wasn’t. Dumbledore had mentioned telling staff members about him, presumably those who knew him during his first time here, such as McGonagall. It was a really odd perspective seeing the school like this, coming to life. The house elves, normally inconspicuous, darted all over cleaning up and cooking for the feast. Teachers set up their classrooms in anticipation of the students to come. The Heads of Houses readied their House’s common rooms. Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout could frequently be seen going in and out of the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff dormitories respectively. Professor McGonagall, drill sergeant-like, oversaw it all, not only the readiness of Gryffindor House and her transfiguration classroom, but instructing the house elves on details for the feast, organizing the set up for the Great Hall, consulting with Hagrid on the arrival of the first years and preparing the roster for the sorting ceremony. Only one Head of House was conspicuously absent from the preparations. The Head of Slytherin House was nowhere to be seen. Sirius had been wandering the castle restlessly. Now that the school year was upon them, he was anxious to get it going. At the same time, he was having last minute doubts regarding the wisdom of his new assignment. As was his nature, however, he brushed these feelings aside. When had he ever not walked boldly into a challenge? He could handle this. There was, of course, the added benefit of spending time with Harry. So he prowled the castle as he once did, re-acclimating himself with the secret passages and other points of mischief he and his friends had once discovered. He supposed he could be using this time to look at his school books while he waited, but he rarely cracked open a book the first time he was here, why start now? Sirius had that effortless type of intelligence that allowed him to pick up on his lessons without much visible studying, to the chagrin of his teachers and fellow students alike. He was on his way back to his guest suite to get ready for the Welcome Feast, which was only a few hours away, when he heard voices approaching from just around the corner of the hallway. One he knew instantly, the other he had never heard before. Sirius quickly ducked behind a suit of armor as the speakers entered the corridor. “I trust you brought the requested item with you?” the first voice, a man, asked. “I did,” a woman answered. “One of Dumbledore’s more hair-brained schemes, in my opinion,” Severus Snape sneered. “I’m afraid I’m not privy to that information,” the woman neither agreed nor disagreed with the statement. The pair was crossing in front of Sirius’ hiding place. He risked a glance around the suit of armor. He could see Snape in profile, but nothing of the mysterious second person as Snape blocked her from view. Did he just look this way? “I’m not sure if I’m comfortable with this deception, Severus,” the woman continued softly. “I don’t see that you have a choice,” Snape answered. The woman sighed, “he trusts me, it just doesn’t feel right.” “If you’re having reservations, then you never should have accepted this position,” Snape replied meanly. The voices faded as Snape and the unfamiliar woman turned the corner at the end of the corridor. Sirius waited several moments until he was sure the pair must have moved on. He ventured out from his hiding spot and was confronted by a scowling Snape. “Taking to lurking in dark corners now, are we Black?” the potions master drawled. “No, Snape,” Sirius spat “we’ve already decided that’s your department.” Snape smiled without mirth. “I see your experience with the veil has returned you to you last known maturity level, how fitting.” Sirius grinned impudently, “I’m sure you wish you could – No, wait! You were miserable as a student and you’re just as miserable today. Probably better off as you are now, closer to being put out of your misery.” Snape’s wand was suddenly in his hand. “Don’t tempt me Black, you may be under Dumbledore’s protection, but that doesn’t mean I can’t make your life a living hell. Just remember who has the authority here and who does not.” Sirius leveled his wand at his old foe. He was quite aware of the new disparity between him and Snape in magical ability, but he never backed down from a fight. “Try it! What will you do? Dock house points?” he challenged sarcastically, “for all you know I could end up in your own house, wouldn’t that be funny?” “I would like nothing better to have you in Slytherin House,” Snape sneered. “As much as I enjoy our little conversations, I have more important things to do. So, the Headmaster asked me to give you this.” The potions master reached in a pocket and brought out a tiny rolled up scroll. Sirius took it warily. “And this,” Snape pulled an envelope addressed to Sirius in Dumbledore’s handwriting, but pulled it away before Sirius could take it. “But, you won’t be needing it,” Snape raised his wand and tapped the envelope. “Incendio,” the bottom of it started to burn. Sirius started to lunge for the item, but Snape had already tossed it on the floor and swept away, mean laughter in his wake. Sirius was tempted to aim a well deserved jinx at the professor, but it was never his style to attack someone from behind. Besides, he needed to salvage the letter. Luckily, he was able to stop it from being completely destroyed, using a counter spell. He took the items back to his room and started by opening the letter from Dumbledore first. It read: 1. As I mentioned, the use of this spell is limited. You will have ten uses only, so use them wisely. 2. The effects of the memory charm are not permanent. Furthermore, the spell will work for a shorter period of time each time it is used on the same person until it no longer has any effect at all. 3. The spell has no effect on those who know you are in possession of it. (“So that rules out using it on Snape,” Sirius thought wryly.) The rest of the letter was burned away. Sirius muttered a few well chosen oaths about his soon to be Potions professor and unrolled the scroll next. It said: Alieno! After a moment these words faded away and were replaced by: 1. 2. 3. 4. 5. 6. 7. 8. 9. 10. Sirius re-read Dumbledore’s letter with mixed emotions about using the spell. Clearly, the Headmaster felt there was a chance that Sirius may be recognized, most likely by Harry. He had to trust that Dumbledore wouldn’t have him use anything harmful on his godson, because if that were the case, this whole ruse could go hang. “What are the chances that Harry would recognize his new appearance, anyway?” Sirius wondered. After all, the boy had only seen him in a couple of old pictures and a few stolen moments in the pensieve. Surely, the boy’s attention was directed more toward James then himself? Would Harry really make the connection between the new student at school and the youthful appearance of his dead godfather? It seemed a bit of a stretch of the imagination, but anything was possible. Sirius hoped he would not be needing to use the scroll anytime soon. He tucked the letter into his trunk, the scroll he put in his pocket. He would think about what to do if he was recognized later. He had the Welcome Feast to get ready for now. |
Just a quick announcement!! I wanted you all to know that I will be away for a few days from Friday to Sunday! So, there will not be any new posts until next week! I have plenty in store though, so please bear with me! I'm looking forward to seeing you all when I get back!! Loves, Lissy |
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