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siriusly_loving_gary · 06-18-2006, 02:34 PM

Hello everyone!

This is the first time I'm trying to write fanfiction and of course it has to be about my favourite character, Sirius Black.

It is a series of 20 short stories about his life (all about the same length), sorted chronologically. I do hope you'll enjoy and leave a nice comment.

~ Christa ~

PART 1 - Meeting

The scarlet Hogwarts Express was standing ready on Platform nine and three quarters, as it does every year on September 1, at 11 o’clock. Most compartments were already filled with students. They were saying good-bye to their parents and waving out of the windows. On the platform itself the mothers were holding their tissues teary eyed, while the fathers gave their children rules how to behave at Hogwarts. The first-years were hesitant to board the train, not wanting to leave their parents for a whole year.

At least most first-years didn’t want to leave.

In the last compartment an eleven year-old was sitting all alone by himself. He couldn’t wait to get away from home. His parents didn’t only favour his little brother, but they also liked to insult him and lock him in his room without food for a day, sometimes even two. This boy was sitting all alone in his compartment, reading today’s newspaper. Or at least he was pretending to, because no boys his age actually read the newspaper.

The boy, known as Sirius Black, sighed, folded his paper and looked out of the window. How he wished someone would come and sit on the seat opposite him, someone to talk to and have fun with. But he knew that no one would want to be with him. After all he was a Black, a member of one of the darkest families. All pureblooded wizards knew that they were an unpleasant bunch of people and all muggleborn students were warned every year not to approach people like him.

The engine started and the train slowly began to pull out of the station. The parents on the platform waved their final good-byes and little siblings ran along the train, but they fell back quickly as the Hogwarts Express gathered speed. Houses whizzed past and soon they were leaving London.

Suddenly the compartment door was opened and a boy his age stood in front of him. His dark hair stood off at odd angles, defying gravity, and he pushed his glasses up his nose before speaking. “Hi,“ he said a little breathlessly. “Would you mind me sitting here?“

Sirius shook his head. The other sat down and smiled at him. He extended his hand. “By the way, I'm James, James Potter. Nice to meet you. And you are …?” He trailed off.

“Sirius Black,” Sirius grumbled, ignoring the offered hand, unfolding his newspaper and hiding behind it.

James didn’t reply for a few moments. Then he blurted out, “So, is your family as dark as everyone says? At least your hair’s dark, but you don’t look like you’d curse me on the spot.”

Sirius looked up, surprised. Nobody had ever talked to him like that. So outright. “I don’t? But I love hexing annoying people like you.”

“I guess you don’t even know a proper spell yet, right?” James said, laughing. “My parents always say that your family just likes to boast. You know, with being pureblooded and rich and all that stuff.”

“I see that you don’t like my family,” Sirius stated, putting his paper down again. A small smile graced his lips. “That makes one thing we have in common.”

siriusly_loving_gary · 06-19-2006, 08:11 PM

PART 2 - Oh, joyful summer12, Grimmauld Place, London, was always gloomy, but it seemed to be even darker during the summer holidays. At least it did for Sirius Black.

He had honestly thought that his parents would be proud at him after his first year at Hogwarts. He had been among the top of the class in every subject, he had a good chance of becoming the next Chaser for his House Team, he had made friends already and his House had even won the House Cup – although his parents didn’t know that he preferred losing points to getting points. He had also made some very good friends at Hogwarts. James, whom he had met on the train, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew, both very good friends and pranksters.

Earlier that day his mother had shouted at him again for landing himself in Gryffindor. Besmirching the honour of the family. He sighed deeply and looked out of the window again. An owl from his best friend James would arrive soon. The only speck of light on the dark horizon of the holidays.

He got up from his place next to window and went over to his desk, where his black owl, Kastor, was sitting and waiting for any letters to deliver. Sirius raised his hand and stroked the soft feathers. Kastor hooted softly. “Sorry, mate, I don’t have any letters yet. You’ll have to wait a few more days, then you can send Peter his birthday present, okay?” The owl hooted in agreement.

As the sun was beginning to set Sirius felt his stomach starting to rumble. That day he just didn’t feel like having dinner with his family, as it would only result in more insults, shouting and eventually him being sent to bed without any food. So he decided to call for the houself. “Kreacher!”

A small pop! announced the arrival of the elf. It was already getting old, white hair growing out of his ears, wearing a few rags. Sirius’ hate for Kreacher was maybe even bigger than Kreacher’s hate for Sirius. “Master called for Kreacher?” he said, bowing low. “But Kreacher doesn’t want to serve him, the Gryffindor scum,” he mumbled under his breath.

“I’m hungry, Kreacher. You are to bring me some dinner to my room. Immediately,” he added as an afterthought and ignoring Kreacher’s insults as usual.

“Whatever the Master wishes Kreacher will do,” the elf said silkily and vanished from sight. Sirius sighed and went back to staring out of the window while waiting for the elf’s return.

He suddenly heard his younger brother, Regulus, running through the corridor outside. Giggling. He had obviously just recieved his daily gift from their mother.

“I just hate holidays,“ Sirius muttered softly.

i m a potter fool ^_^ · 06-20-2006, 06:19 AM

Bravo, I love it!

Keep it up! PAMS!

siriusly_loving_gary · 06-20-2006, 03:32 PM

^ Thanks a lot!

I'm really glad that someone likes it. The next part should be finished pretty soon.

Freya · 06-20-2006, 08:34 PM

This look great I book marked it so I can come back and spend some time.:ballet:

Siriana Red · 06-20-2006, 08:36 PM

Wooooow Christa I'm amazed

Congrats

I too would like some more!!!

QuidditchChick · 06-20-2006, 10:55 PM

wow! This is wonderful! I really like it. Way to go, Christa!!!

siriusly_loving_gary · 06-21-2006, 02:46 PM

Thanks so much for your kind comments, my dear friends! You are really awesome.

So here is the next part.

PART 3 - The Secret

”Remus?“ The boy in question looked up from his notes and shot him a questioning look. “I need to talk to you.“

“Sorry, Sirius, I'm currently really busy. I need to finish this essay for Professor Slughorn before tomorrow and ...“

“It's really important,“ Sirius interrupted. He didn’t have any time to waste now. He and James had just discovered it and fate had chosen him to talk to Remus about it. James would have done a better job, that was for sure.

Remus sighed. “Well, alright, sit down.“ He motioned to the chair next to his, after putting a few books onto the floor. Sirius sat down, fiddling with his hands. Remus looked at him wearily. “Come on, a moment ago you couldn’t wait to get started and now you don’t say a word. What’s the matter?”

Sirius hesitated. How should he begin? “Well ... uhm ... you see ... James and I know that life's not easy for you ... You know, with being gone every month and having no one to talk to and so on. It must be difficult, but you have to know that we – James, Peter and I – will always be willing to listen.“

“Oh, you mean that? My mum's already loads better, you know, and ... and ...“ Remus didn't know what to say. He was scared that they had found out the real reason for his monthly disappearances. If they knew, they would abadon him for sure, and he couldn’t allow that. They were the best friends he’d ever had, and that was why he had to keep up his lie. “You don’t have to worry about that. It’ll be fine.”

“I didn't mean that. We know that your mum's not really ill or anything. It's just that we ... we found out that you're a werewolf,“ Sirius blurted out. Damn it, he should’ve said something different. James had warned him not to blurt it out, to be subtle about it – and what did he do? He blurted it out.

Remus' quill fell onto the floor. He stared at him in horror. “A … a werewolf?” he repeated and laughed shakily. “No, no, no. You’re absolutely wrong. I’m sure I’m no werewolf. I’m just … just …” He trailed off.

“We know what you are, Remus. You disappear every month and afterwards you have to spend one or two days in the Hospital Wing. You always become weaker when the full moon is nearing, you are moodier and you snap at us. We know the symptoms, Remus.”

Remus swallowed hard. He obviously couldn’t deny it anymore. “Alright, I … I admit it. I am a werewolf. What will you do now? Go and tell everyone? Abandon me like everyone else who found out? Will you chuck me out of the dormitory? Will you – ”

Sirius interrupted him. “We will do no such thing. You’re our friend. We wouldn’t care if you were a Mermaid in disguise, because you are a very good person. Of course we will remain friends. Why would you think we’d leave you alone?” Sirius shook his head, as if he didn’t understand a thing Remus had just said. “We love you for who you are, not for what you are.”

Remus was speechless. He hadn’t expected that at all. Silence reigned for a few minutes, before he spoke again. “So … why did you tell me that you know if nothing’s going to change?”

Sirius looked at him as if Remus were stupid. “We want to offer our help, of course. Like I said, we’re there if you need us. We’ll visit you in the Hospital Wing everyday and help you get better. We’ll help you catch up the classes you missed. We’ll just be there for you. That’s what friends are for, right?”

i m a potter fool ^_^ · 06-21-2006, 02:54 PM

Awe! *wipes tear from eye* Great job! James and Sirius are the best! *bursts out crying at the kindness of them* PAMS big time!!!!

Blackened · 06-21-2006, 03:03 PM

Christa, your snippets rock! I haven't read fanfiction in quite a while, but now you've just made me fall in love with it again.

I love the way you write Sirius <333 And the idea of small FF stories totally rocks ~ oftentimes it reveals more than long ones

Quote:

“We love you for who you are, not for what you are.”

OMSL that was so sweeeeettttt!!!
This line pwns!

And I thoroughly enjoyed the first snippet, with Sirius as a first year..don't think I've ever read FF from that period

I'll be back as often as I can.. Update sooooooon! XD

siriusly_loving_gary · 06-22-2006, 06:32 PM

Thank you all so very much for your comments! *wipes away tears* You absolutely made my day.

Quote:

Originally Posted by i m a potter fool ^_^

Great job! James and Sirius are the best! *bursts out crying at the kindness of them*

Here, have a tissue *hands one over*

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Originally Posted by Chris

Christa, your snippets rock! I haven't read fanfiction in quite a while, but now you've just made me fall in love with it again.

a hundred times for you. So glad you enjoyed is so much.

So, without anymore ado ...

PART 4 - The first success

”Ready to try again?“ James' voice asked above his head.

Sirius only nodded. “I'll just do it.“ Although it probably won’t work. They’d been trying their transformations for ages – without success. They’d used that strange potion to determine their animal, they’d performed all the necessary spells and it still didn’t work. It was slowly getting frustrating.

It was now the first day after the full moon, so Remus was still in the Hospital Wing and the three of them could practice without being interrupted or being discovered by him. They wanted to surprise their friend. They had visited him earlier that day and had cheered him up and then left with the promise to return the next day before classes started.

Sirius closed his eyes in concentration, thinking back to the instructions in the book. Let the feeling of being the animal overwhelm you. Feel the transformation and simply BE the animal. Think of your animal’s instincts and let them become yours. It sounded easy, but it was terribly difficult. Still he concentrated hard on being the dog. He had looked them up in the library, knew all about their habits and wanted them to be his own. In front of his inner eye Sirius could see himself as a dog, hopefully a big and scary one. Maybe something like the Grim, that would scare Peter out of his wits. He thought hard of being this dog. He desperately wanted to be this dog.

Nothing happened. He concentrated harder, but it was no use. Sirius opened his eyes again and looked at his friends. They seemed to be disappointed. “Have you done everything the book said?” James asked. “Have you thought of every little detail?”

“Sure,” Sirius snapped, annoyed. “I’m not stupid, okay?”

“Maybe you need to want to chase a stick or something like that,” Peter piped up. Sirius shot him a dirty look and he quickly shut up.

“Just … just try it again and concentrate even harder than before. It has to work sooner or later,” James urged him on.

Sirius grudgingly did as asked. This time he sat on the floor in the middle of the classroom they were using, closed his eyes again and concentrated harder than before. A few minutes passed.

Suddenly there was a tingling sensation all over his body. It started in his left foot and continued to spread to the tips of his hair. It was as if someone were running a feather up and down his spine; it didn’t feel unpleasant. The feathery feeling increased and then, as suddenly as it had started, it stopped.

He opened his eyes again. The first thing he noticed was that the room was in black and white and suddenly James and Peter were a lot taller than him. He tried to get up, but somehow his feet didn’t want to comply. He looked down; they were furry and black and there were just too many. Walking also didn’t work out, so he decided to remain seated. James started to cheer and Peter just stared at him in awe, as if he’d never seen anything so amazing in his whole life.

Sirius wanted to say something, but only a bark escaped his lips. He smiled - assuming that dogs could smile.

Lissydove · 06-22-2006, 06:38 PM

This is awesome Christa! I just wanted to say so! *bookmarks*

i m a potter fool ^_^ · 06-22-2006, 06:40 PM

Ahh! Yay, good boy Sirius! Who's a smart boy? Who? That's right, you! *scraches Sirius behind ears*

hermygirl · 06-22-2006, 06:40 PM

Whoa! Go Christa!

These are so good...you really pick out the mood. And cos they are just snippets they are soooo much easier to read than normal FF...

I can't wait for more! Pams!

siriusly_loving_gary · 06-24-2006, 08:00 PM

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Originally Posted by hermygirl

Whoa! Go Christa!

These are so good...you really pick out the mood. And cos they are just snippets they are soooo much easier to read than normal FF...

I could glomp you all day long for that.

i am a potter fool : *joins the Sirius scratching* Glad you still read and like it!

Lissy:

Your compliment means a lot, seeing as your such a good fanfic writer yourself.

Sorry, no new snippet today, but the next one is almost finished. Coming up: Pranking Snape!

rhiaunnachasm · 06-24-2006, 09:48 PM

**new reader

I'm liking this a lot! Can't wait for more!

siriusly_loving_gary · 06-26-2006, 07:36 PM

Part 5 - Pranking Snape

The library was always a quiet place - except if the Marauders were present. And they currently were. Seeing them in the library was a rare occurance – except for Remus - and it always meant that they were up to no good. And today they had already spotted their next victim. Severus 'Snivellus' Snape was sitting alone at a table, studying.

“Go on, Padfoot. Do it,“ Prongs whispered into his ear. Padfoot looked around. Nobody, except them and Snivellus was in sight, so he nodded and silently crept forward while drawing his wand.

He was now standing directly behind Snivellus, who hadn't noticed him yet. Padfoot turned his head and shot his companions a look. Wormtail was looking scared, as always. Sirius didn’t even know why he came along for their pranks, because he was simply scared every time they did something that was not allowed. He still thought that they would be caught. Moony had a disapproving look on his face, but his eyes betrayed him - he enjoyed this as much as Padfoot did. Prongs wore a big smile and gave him the thumbs-up. He formed the words Go on with his mouth.

Padfoot raised his wand and muttered a very quiet incantation. Snivellus seemed to notice him them. But he had only halfway turned around before a bucket of ice cold water hit him on the head.

Sirius tried to contain his laughter while Snape angrily jumped up and tried to shake the water from his face. “Just you wait, I’ll get you for that one,” he threatened, although Sirius was not at all scared by this, considering that Snape couldn’t even see him yet.

By now the other Marauders had come forward and were standing beside Padfoot. “That’s for being unfriendly towards Evans,” James said.

“I will talk about Mudbloods as I please,” Snape shouted, finally getting the water out of his eyes. “But you like the Mudblood, don’t you? Why did you let your friend do all the dirty work then? Scared of getting into trouble, Potter, mh?”

“You called me a coward, Snivellus?” James growled, drawing his wand.

“Why, yes, I think I did,” Snape said sarcastically. “What will you do now? Hex me? It wouldn’t be fun, Potter, there’s no audience around to see your victory. Nobody would see that you’re a true hero.”

“Oh, just let him be, he’s only an idiot,” Remus suddenly said and grabbed James’ arm. “Come on, let’s go and let him be. We’ve got better things to do than fighting with Slyhterins.”

“You’re right. Fighting with them would mean being on the same level, and that’s something we definitely aren’t,” Sirius said, taking James’ other arm, but then he stopped. “And don’t you dare speak the word Mudblood again. I don’t mind if you talk about Evans or anyone else, just know that we won’t tolerate this and we will curse you next time.”

“I’m looking forward to seeing that,” Snape sneered and turned around, his wet hair still dripping.

Yasminalina · 06-26-2006, 11:41 PM

Love the idea!

Amazingly written snippets! You can describe things really well.

Keep it up!

Can't wait to read more. ♥

P.S. I'm glad you said that you updated in the SBFC Chat. That's how I got here!

i m a potter fool ^_^ · 06-27-2006, 01:04 AM

Ooh! Grrrr, Snape!!!

*clubs Snape for calling Lily a you-know-what* I hope we get some Lily and James conflict soon! I love them as a couple. I want to start a James and Lily fanclub... but I don't know how..

LadyNerd · 06-27-2006, 01:27 AM

OMSL!!!! CHRISTAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!

These are truly awesome!!!! I love it!!!! *luffs on mah Christa for a bit*

*subscribed*

I will defo be back to read onward!!!!

Catalina · 06-27-2006, 02:14 AM

OMSLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

This is amazing, Luffin the snippets

~Cat

siriusly_loving_gary · 06-28-2006, 05:09 PM

A round of thanks and glomping goes to my dearest readers.

PART SIX - Happy birthday

The first thing I remember is waking up. But I didn't wake up as I usually did. It was more an icy morning. And I know why it was.

My fellow Marauders like the fact that I'm simply not able to rise in the mornings. They also like the fact that they can awake me with a bucket of cold water, preferrably very cold water. So that's exactly what happened that day - on my birthday. Actually this is what happened every year on my birthday.

As I spluttered and choked they only stood there and smiled. Prongs was holding a very, very thin envelope in his hand. After a few minutes I finally managed to regain my breath and sit up in bed, and Prongs started to speak, "My dearest Padfoot, on this day we honour our doggy friend and we hereby declare officially that we wish you a happy birthday. We also would like to express our hope that you enjoy your present.“ And he handed me the envelope.

I opened it carefully and peeked inside. I spotted a small key and a photo. I drew both of them out and threw the envelope to the floor. Then I looked at the photo. It was a photo of a gorgeous motorbike. A huge machine that looked almost like a Harley Davidson. I raised my head and looked at them in confusion. "What did you give me a photo of a motorbike for?”

“You know what, you’re really dumb,” Prongs said and started grinning.

"We don’t only give you a photo“, Moony said, grinning. "It’s the real thing.“

I could only gasp before I jumped out of bed to start cheering and dancing through the whole dormitory. The others started to laugh as I almost fell over Wormtail’s trunk. It must have been an awesome sight. I, dripping wet in my pyjamas, dancing through the Gryffindor seventh year dormitory. I can’t blame them for laughing.

After I finally managed to calm down a little and regain my breath I sat down on my bed again and the others followed me. A motorbike, I thought happily, looking at the photo again. The best present in all history.

“I really don’t know what to say. You … you’re just awesome friends, you know that?”

“Of course we know. We’re not as dumb as you.” Moony was immediately hit by a pillow.

“But … where on earth did you find it?”

“Wormtail saw the ad in the Daily Prophet. An old bloke in Surrey wanted to get rid of his bike – only God knows why – and we thought it’d be perfect for you,” Prongs explained.

“Where is it now? Where have you hidden it?” I asked, looking around, as though it could be hidden in a corner of the room.

“We had it brought to Hogsmeade, so if you want you can try it after breakfast, if the need strikes you. But I think it’s better …” Moony didn’t get to finish his advice about the importance of breakfast, because I had already jumped up and opened my trunk in search of a shirt and trousers.

“Who needs breakfast when you have a bike? Prongs, get your invisibility cloak, we’re going to Hogsmeade!”

“Oh, I almost forgot,” Prongs said, smacking his head. “You don’t know the best yet. The bike can fly.”

I felt like my smile could tear my face in two.