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06-15-2010, 01:19 PM
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|  Blackwidow's 50 Flying Motorcycle Ficlets on Sirius Black - Sa13+ At the loony bin ❣ Ubiquitous ❣ Brain!nvader ❣ !Wake The Dead¡
To the man who lost everything and gained nothing.
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Originally Posted by Sirius Black "Personally, I'd have welcomed a dementor attack. A deadly struggle for my soul would have broken the monotony nicely. You think you've had it bad, at least you've been able to get out and about, stretch your legs, get into a few fights.... I've been stuck inside for a month."
By Rhea [Blackwidow]
I want to cover all of Sirius's age phases in this Ficlet challenge. So expect diversity.
-- Younger Sirius [1971-1978] will be in this color [Grey]
-- Older Sirius [1979++] will be in this color [Dark Red]
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Sir-ious Interrogations: 2. Avada Kedavra
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Sitting with his legs propped over the desk, his chair pushed back to stand on two legs instead of four eying Peter studiously with his smoldering grey eyes. “What else did she ask?” Sirius asked musing over the news bit Peter walked in with.
“She asked what days and times you spend at the Lake” Peter rattled on pressing his second finger down to strike questions off his mind, “I told her it depends, nothing consistent”.
Rocking his chair in full amusement, Sirius nodded, “Very well and what else?”
“She also asked if you’re currently dating anyone” Peter giggled, “I told her you aren’t dating anyone” at Sirius’s frown, Peter cringed.
Raising an arrogant brow, Sirius waved his wand in a circular motion for Peter to carry on.
“She wanted to know what Shampoo you’re using” Peter mused, “told her it was a special order. Don’t think she believed me”.
“Of course not” Sirius answered rolling his eyes at this bit.
Hesitantly, Peter added “She asked if I can pass her a strand of your hair” at that Sirius stopped rocketing.
“I told her the truth” he looked at Sirius somewhat worriedly, “that you’ll Avada Kadavra me if I did”.
1. Accio 2. Avada Kedavra 3. Braking Charm 4. Blasting Curse 5. Colloportus 6. Crucio 7. Confundus 8. Diffindo 9. Disapparate 10. Engorgio 11. Expecto Patronum 12. Furnunculus 13. Flagrate 14. Horn Tongue 15. Hurling Hex 16. Impedimenta 17. Imperio 18. Incarcerous 19. Jelly Legs 20. Knitting Charm 21. Langlock 22. Legilimens 23. Levicorpus 24. Lumos 25. Mobilicorpus 26. Morsmordre 27. Muffliato 28. Nox 29. Obliviate 30. Oppugno 31. Orchideous 32. Petrificus Totalus 33. Point Me 34. Protego 35. Quietus 36. Reducto 37. Relashio 38. Rictusempra 39. Sectumsempra 40. Sonorus 41. Scourgify 42. Silencio 43. SpeRevelio 44. Stupefy 45. Tarantallegra 46. Tergeo 47. Twitchy Ears Hex 48. Unbreakable Vow 49. Wingardium Leviosa 50. Waddiwasi
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06-27-2010, 08:10 AM
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Detention... or not: 3. Braking Charm
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Being in detention wasn’t always fun, but most of the time it was. Which Sirius didn’t mind at all, he got to do extra boring things by spending time with James in which they made it all the more fun. Booyah!
Today their detention was to clean and maintain the School’s brooms, in the broomshed. Under the supervision of Professor Flitwick, which wasn’t so bad? That professor was neat, and pretty much left them to be for the entire hour. Unlike Professor McGonagall which usually policed them every one minute and made that hour as miserable as it can get. But she had a good heart and loved them to bits, which is why the loved getting on her nerves as well.
“The School should get new brooms” Sirius frowned at the broom he was holding, it was out of shape, color, and phrase. “It’s starting to look like a normal broom instead of a flying broom, I’m not sure the Braking charm is going to work on them”.
“Well there’s only one way to find that out...” James mused.
“I don’t think he’d mind if we took them for a ride”.
They faced the Professor with mirrored wicked smiles.
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06-27-2010, 08:14 AM
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Unsatisfactorily Predicaments: 6. Crucio
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If only Cruciating someone wasn’t unforgivable, he’d use it at that group of daunting Slytherins sitting ahead of him with their disgusting snorts and plotting eyes. Sneering here and there when, to them, worthless creatures were mentioned or discussed, purebloods, what to expect from them?
What to expect from him? Why was he so different? What makes him different from them?
Them? Him?
Why is he putting himself in a different category to begin with?
Oh boy. History of Magic class was turning into a self-assessment predicament, what can one do to make the class more exciting? Sirius had his feet sprawled ahead of him with one arm lazed over the chair he sat on. A few strands of his black hair trailed down his forehead covering part of his right eye. His nose had its own range of arrogance, nothing relative to bloodline, and more towards self-confidence, as he listened to their ghostly Professor. He was pretty sure the man lived it all to tell the tale, not voicing it so boringly out of a book.
So boringly…
What can one do to make this class not so boring?
It seemed so inevitable to snooze in the class…
Sigh.
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06-30-2010, 11:53 AM
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Deal Makers: 49. Wingardium Leviosa
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“Your name comes with good recommendation” Sirius said to the ragged looking man, he was dressed in worn out green robes, darkened from lingering in Knockturn Alley for far too long. His face was smeared with shades of green and black and a few straws popping out of his cap.
“Always the best in the city” he answered with a daunting smile and a few missing teeth.
How repulsive.
“Where is it then?” Sirius asked with his usual air of business arrogance, not that he didn’t want to look at the man any longer, but only to conceal his bubbling excitement to see that heirloom.
“Right here... Sir” the stranger said pointing his wand towards a ragged hashed cloth covering something… structural.
“Well?” Sirius perked his nose up and furrowed his brows at the man, his eyes dangerously warning “lift the cloth let me see it..."
“Ahh” said the stranger sneakily, “business first. I won’t sell it for anything less than two thousand galleons”
“That’s called madness”
“You won’t find anything like it in Britain”
“We’ve been through this” Sirius warned, “I see it first then we talk”.
The stranger inclined then flicked his wand and cloth lifted revealing a...
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06-30-2010, 12:31 PM
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Deal Breakers: 44. Stupefy
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Sirius’s brows lifted at the beautiful revelation that stranger brought to his eyes. The rush of excitement along with its beauty elated his chest and his grey eyes could burn fires from the heat that ...
He fell in love…
Perspiration already showing on his temple…
Instantly he went to study the revelation, his hand flattening over the metal body, sliding over its shine, over the leather seat, then finally over the handle.
Gripping the handle, Sirius rode on the motorbike, knowing the stranger was watching him, probably conniving another deal.
Hitting the kickstart with his foot, Sirius ignited the combustive engine and the motorcycle came to life with a loud roar.
Sirius smiled… and turned the knob making it roar again.
“It flies doesn’t it?” Sirius asked pressing a button by the handle and it hovered over the ground.
Remarkable.
“One thousand is enough”
“It has more spells casted on it than the minister’s office! Two thousand and I am making it cheap!”
Sirius rolled his eyes, “thousand and that’s my final price” he turned the knob for it roar again, “I’m off for a ride, I’ll owl you the money” completely dodging that stupefy the thief shot him.
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06-30-2010, 10:29 PM
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Sweet Old Home 41. Scourgify
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12 Grimmauld Place.
Sirius stood in the entrance hallway, in complete darkness scrunching his nose at the dusty remnants of what used to be his home. He was disowned many years ago, but he had some memories here, none that he was fond off. But memories were memories, even if his mother was screaming atop her lungs at him for being a traitor. Even after her death.
Why wasn’t he surprised that she’d find a way to keep herself alive?
Making it down the hallway, checking the electricity which there was none making him use his wand instead, Sirius roamed the house; kitchen to office, office to bedrooms, and bedrooms to the attic.
A man had a lot of time on his hands when he was wanted.
Wanted as a younger man and wanted as an older man. A blessing and a curse.
He had to clean a few cobwebs to open doors, but nothing could clean that rowdy houseelf Kreacher. Whom he stumbled upon in the kitchen, and where his mother’s screeches could be heard on this end of the house. Bloody fun!
“Welcome home Sirius” he told himself as he went up the stairs to his old room.
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08-31-2010, 09:26 PM
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Wishful Thinking: 32. Petrificus Totalus
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Shocked? Maybe. Disapproved? Somewhat. Surprised? Of course!
Sirius stared down at the news article; it must be sad living in those writers’ heads. How could there be a sighting of him in Wales when he was stuck in this dusty house with Kreacher. He grunted.
Oh well.
At least with that bit of news he could take a stroll today, perhaps catch a leap of adventure, or perhaps chase birds for a good exercise. Hmmm.
He dropped his head back and stared at the ceiling. He’d pay a fortune for something, anything to break the boredom.
Set the house on fire now that would be something… he chuckled and made to stand dropping the paper with his movements and stormed to collect his cloak.
He’d leave the house. He had to; one more hour would drive him mad. The timing was even good, no Order meeting until later, this was an opportunity to catch, to grasp on.
Wrapping the cloak around him, he set to open the door tasting the whiff of that wet fall morning on his tongue, the grass, that delightful chilly breeze, and that odd scent... he blinked at Dumbledore’s smile on the doorstep. He froze.
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