Printer Friendly Version ] [ Report Abuse ]
<<

My Cinderella Night by Harrypotterbookworm
Chapter 2 : Finding the Prince
 
Rating: 15+Chapter Reviews: 6


Font:  
Background:   Font color:  

“WOW! That was a night!” Lily flopped down on her bed, sighing.

“There was this girl, nobody knew who she was, and she totally blew all the boys away. But it didn’t go to her head. And Sirius seemed to take quite a fancy to her. He didn’t even show up until he got crowned! He stole her away from his brother, and then totally started to flirt with her. They looked so sweet together. But then, at the stroke of midnight, she ran out! It looked like her dress was turning into a skirt or something. She made quite a scene. But she dropped her wand, and Sirius picked it up. He is set on finding out who she was. Oh, and Alice and Frank got crown best couple. You so should have been there.” Grace gave me the run down on me.

My jaw dropped. I was curled up underneath my duvet, still in the skirt and sandals. I had only had time to quickly rub off all my makeup, pull my hair back up into a ponytail, the curls had disappeared with the dress before they came in. But it seemed that they hadn’t noticed. Thank goodness.

I was in shock. He had picked up my wand and was set on finding out who I was! Had I made that much of an impact on him? We had only danced for two songs. True, I had made him laugh a lot of the time, and the same with him, and there hadn’t been any awkwardness as there normally was with him. But had it actually been enough for it to make that much of a influence? And now he had my wand, trying to find me. Wait, backtrack that …

DAMN! HE HAD MY WAND! It had just sunk in. I was so glad tomorrow was Saturday. If it had been Monday, everyone would have found out straight away. But how was I going to explain the missing presence of my wand? It was the one thing every wizard and witch was supposed to have on them at all times.

I went through my options.

1) Somehow get my hands on another wand.
2) Steal my wand back by Monday.
3) Tell him it was me and ask him politely for it back.
4) Murder him in his sleep and get it back.
5) Blackmail him into leaving it in one place so I could pick it up.

Well, four and five were most definitely out. Murder? I could never kill anyone, especially Sirius. And what could I blackmail him with? I had nothing on him. Number one was out to. Where on earth could I get another wand. And it wouldn’t work for me properly anyway. So that just left numbers two and three.

Why was I so against telling him it was me? If he had liked me so much to pick up my wand and swear to find me, then he would be glad to find me. But what if when he found out it was me; he didn’t like what he saw? What if he thought I was a deceitful idiot that had led him on? What if he threw it in my face? So that cancelled out number three. I was left with only one option.

I was going to have to sneak into their dormitory and steal my wand back.

“Don’t you think so Immy?”

“What? Oh, sorry Selena, I wasn’t listening. What do you want me to have an opinion on?” I had been so wrapped up in my thoughts to hear what any of them had been saying.

“I was saying that don’t you think that that girl must be a complete slut and attention seeker to make a scene like that. I mean, come on. Everyone knows that Sirius likes me. Don’t you think?” I was in shock once more. That bitch. Like she could talk! Everyone knew that she liked Sirius, and that she went through boys like bras, just to try and get his attention. Sirius had never even cast a look in her direction. And I was not a attention seeking slut!

“Yeah, yeah. I’m going to sleep now. Goodnight.” I mumbled, trying to keep the anger out of my voice. Pulling the hangings around my bed, I changed into my P.J’s and snuggled down under my duvet. I had some serious planning to do.




I couldn’t sleep. Not with all these ideas running around my head. I needed some sugar. I had found the kitchens in fourth year. And they had come in handy. Whenever I had needed a sugar rush, which was about every third night, I just made my way down there where the house elves would cater for my every craving.

Grapping for my glasses, I slipped into my slippers and baggy hoody, I made my way down the stairs and out of the portrait hole. Taking a few secret passages I had learnt from the Marauders, I managed to get there without being seen. I tickled the pear and pushed open the portrait. But it seemed that I wasn’t the only one that couldn’t sleep. Sirius Black was sitting at a table in the corner, drinking tea and eating digestive biscuits. He looked up at the sound of the door, staring at me with those intoxicating misty grey eyes.

“Oh, I didn’t think anyone else would be down here. I’ll just get my cookie and cocoa and go.” I managed to say, a house elf automatically going to poke the kettle.

“No, no. You don’t have to go. You could help me anyway.” Me? Help Sirius Black? If he wanted me to, sure! I walked across the room and sat down in the empty chair opposite him. He had a sparkle in his eye that wasn’t there a minute ago. Like he suddenly had some hope.

“What do you need?”

“You didn’t go to the Ball did you?” I nodded, because that’s what everyone thought.

“And you know most of the girls in fifth, sixth, and seventh don’t you?” I nodded again. I could put all the names to the faces.

“Great! Could you help me find someone, a girl, who went to the ball. She has curly, brown luscious hair, amazing legs, beautiful porcelain face and skin that was really pretty, is really funny …” he trailed off going into a sort of day dream. About Me. Boy, I really made a impact.

“Here’s your chocolate chip cookie and drink Miss. Just the way you like them.” The sound of the house elf’s voice jolted Sirius out of his trance.

“Thank you Lucy. You were saying?”

“Sorry, I just … never mind. I’ve got an idea though. Follow me.” He stood up and made his way to the door.

“Come on!” he called when he saw I was hesitating. I hurried after him.

It might turn out that I won’t have to sneak into there dormitory after all.




“Sirius! What are you doing! We can’t break in to Dumbledore’s office! We’ll be expelled!” We were standing in front of the gargoyles that guarded the twirling staircase to his office.

“Calm down!” Dumbledore said that I could use his pensive anytime I wanted.”

“I’m sure that anytime doesn’t mean three in the bloody morning!”

“Anytime means anytime, love. Sugar quills!” the gargoyles split apart and let us through. When we got to the top, he didn’t even knock, he walked right in like he owned the place. It was sort of cute, in a totally disrespectful way of course.

“She, he isn’t here. Come on, nothing’s going to hurt you. I promise.” And I believed him. I felt safe. He led me over to a cabinet in the corner, surrounded by shelves upon shelves of little silver clouds in bottles.

“These are memories. I meant what I said about seeing exactly what I saw tonight.” He pulled out his wand and extracted a silver thread from his head and put it in the pensive.

“It doesn’t hurt.” He could sense the little bit of fear that was clouding my mind. Taking my hand, he plunged his head into the bowl.

Suddenly we were falling. But we never hit the bottom. We landed feet first in the Great Hall, as it was set up a few hours ago. Sirius’s stood on either side of me, one it P.J’s, one in the gorgeous pair of dress robes he had been wearing. We were standing in the farthest corner away from the door, right back in the shadows, were no one would have ever been able to see him.

“So that’s were you were!” I whispered to myself, but not quite enough.

“What?” Sirius questioned, raising one eyebrow.

“Oh, well … Lily told me that she couldn’t see you most of the time … and she was wondering where you were …. So now I know” I backtracked over my words. He seemed satisfied with that.

“Ok, now watch over there, by the door. And, there she is!” I entered the Hall. I looked so confident, so sure of myself. So different to what I felt like now. My heart sank. He would never recognize me now. I turned away, wanting nothing more then to get out of his memory.

“Can we go? I’ve seen her, but I don’t recognize her. I don’t think I’ll be able to help. Sorry Sirius.” I turned away from the other me.

“Oh, ok then. Can you wait just 1 more minute?” All the happiness went out of his voice and his head drooped. I must’ve been his only hope.

“Sure.” Why was I so mean? I couldn’t just leave him there, with no hope at all. If only there was some way I could become the girl I was last night. I wish I could just be like her for an hour or two. But then my wish started to become true.

Hair curling before my eyes, my hair tie undid itself and redid the hairstyle for last night. The hood of my light blue jersey unattached itself from the body, transforming into a little veil that draped over my cascading curls. The rest of the baggy cotton tightened, turned into silk, and shortened its sleeves until they lightly floated over my shoulders. Checkered pajama pants disappeared, altered into a knee length silk skirt that connected with the top. A dark blue strip of velvet made a break in the middle. Small sequins appeared on the bottom of the skirt, making the effect of waves. Lastly, my glasses changed into the same beautiful white eye mask. The only thing that didn’t change were my pink bunny slippers.

Sirius was still staring at the other me, completely oblivious to this magic that just happened.

“Err, Sirius.” This was going to be extremely awkward.

“Hmm?”

“Look at me.” He reluctantly peeled his eyes away from Kingsley Shacklebolt and me dancing, only to stare in amazement at the sight before him. What was he thinking? He probably hated me now, just for being me. Tears forming, I turned away from his beautiful, frozen face. Had I really thought, just a little bit, that he may be happy it was me? It was silly to even hope.

I had only walked two paces when a warm hand pulled me back. Spinning on the spot, his lips softly pressed down on mine. It was better then I had thought it would be. Pure heaven. Nothing could wrong at this moment.

“I’m so glad it’s you” he pulled away and whispered in my ear. Smiling, I put my lips back to his.

Cinderella had found her prince.


Awww, isn’t that sweet. Well? What did you think? Sirius? Immy? Selena? The unexpected trip to Dumbledore’s office? You can tell me in a review please! I hope you liked my third random flash of inspiration, look out for more!
Hugs, HPB




Previous Chapter

Favorite |Reading List |Currently Reading

<<


Review Write a Review
My Cinderella Night: Finding the Prince

Review

(6000 characters max.) 6000 remaining

Your Name:
Rating:

Prove you are Human:
What is the name of the Harry Potter character seen in the image on the left?


 




Other Similar Stories

No similar stories found!