Chapter 2 : On the run With Sirius Black
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The Hogwarts escape with Sirius Black
I looked out the window from Flitwicks' office and thought that if someone told me my life would be like this when I was in school, I would have said they should find a room at St. Mungos. I'm blown away why I'm still alive right now. I thought Harry and I were goners by the lake. Thank Merlin he knows that I'm innocent. If I died right now, that'd be fine just knowing that. Not that I want to. Especially when I have Harry to live for again. He actually WANTED to come live with me. That was incredible. Not 5 hours ago he believed I betrayed his parents. I have to find a way to make it happen. Then I remembered where I was. Well, I would have if I had the chance. I slunk into a chair with my head in my hands.
Tap tap tap tap.
I look up from behind my hands, and my jaw drops to the floor. Some how, some way, Harry and his friend is waiving at me through the window. I run over and she unlocks it. Next thing I know, since I can't get a word in edgewise, I'm flying away on the back of a Hippogriff.
I look down at the scene below me, and see a dog near Hagrids barking up at us. Holy Merlin, that can't be the dog I tried to give Harry for Christmas is it? I still remember Lily's face. Priceless. James loved the idea, but the little guy at the time mostly stayed with me, but we visited as often as we can. But I remember that bark. It was the same one I heard when I found him outside James and Lily's after I gave Hagrid my bike to deliver Harry. I knew Hagrid liked dogs, so I quickly apparated outside Hogwarts with a note on his collar. I took off his license though so no one could trace him to me. My life was too unpredictable to have a pup the size of a pony with me. I wonder what Hagrid named him.
I tried to keep my mind on the task of getting as far away from here as possible, but I kept thinking about how bloody damn close I was to having my name cleared. Little rat creep. Between berating the traitor, and myself for letting him get away, and about a million other things, I decided to go to a Mediterranean island. Not too far away, but far enough. Far enough away so that I can think through all that happened in the last day or so. I'm not used to so many things happening. Maybe going to a little island somewhere will help me focus on the positive parts. Act more like I used to at school; carefree and … well... yeah, that was it.
The Island of Palma Spain with Sirius Black
Buckbeak and I stopped whenever he felt he needed to rest. I was fine with whatever he needed because of how long it's been I've enjoyed the fresh air. On the run this past year, I never had the time. I always felt like I was followed. Now, as we find a nice cluster of trees to hide behind, but near enough to the water, I fell, exhausted, on a blanket I was able to snag from a local shop, and fell asleep.
I woke up the next morning by getting flipped into the sand.
“That will teach you to steal from my shop!”
“I don't know what you're talking...”
“Don't lie! I followed you over here, and saw you turn from a dog, to the low life you are now. I was going to give you a piece of my mind then, but you keeled over. What, are you on the run or something?”
I honestly had no idea what to say. One minute I was dead asleep, the next I was getting yelled at by an absolutely gorgeous woman with tan skin and brown hair and eyes.
“Uhh... aren't you wondering how I turned from a dog to a man?”
“Of course not! I'm a witch you arse! But that's none of your business. What IS your business is giving me back my blanket or working for it yourself!”
“Well, then I'll work for it. But wait, You're a witch?” Things were getting weirder by the minute. “Then, don't you know who I am?”
“All I know is that you stole my blanket, and work starts at 12 pm. Don't be late. And you'll need to do something about your clothes.”
“I don't have any others.”
“Fine, come back to my house and I'll give you some of my brothers. You'll work for those too. We'll talk about who exactly you are after you shower and change.”
“What about who you are exactly? And, aren't you concerned you're letting a total stranger into your house?
“No, you worry about you, I'll worry about me. Fine, we'll go over who I am too... That's fair enough.”
With that, she walked away. Being the male I was, and considering I hadn't had the luxury to appreciate what I was seeing, watched her ass as she walked, until a large fern bush hid her from view. I pinched myself to see if I wasn't still dreaming. Ow! Damn that hurt... okaaay. I looked up at Buckbeak, and he looked down at me like, it's your problem not mine.
“Well thanks, you're a big help.”
She bowed to Buckbeak, took out her wand, and put a Disallusion charm on him, looked at me darkly and said, “If you ever want children in the future you'll stop looking at me like that. I'll hide your Hippogriff at my place. The house and the backyard there are Undetectable, and Unplottable charms on the spot so he'll be fine. He looks like he could use the rest, don't you” she finished in a baby voice. She immediately got in his good books. Traitor.
I still felt like I was in a weird dream. I hardly remember getting to her house, except the fact I'm very sure I watched her arse the whole way there. Very careful she didn't see me of course. When we got there, I was shoved into a room and she told me to change and shower there. Shower, I hardly remember what it was. I wouldn't call pouring water over my head a shower, so it's been years. I got out and changed. The clothes didn't really fit, but I finished, and found her downstairs. With a flick of her wand, the clothes fit. Well I'll be damned.
“Ok, sit. Now, why is a man like you all the way down here with an English accent?”
“I could ask you a similar question. But sure. Um, well, since you'll probably figure it out anyway, I'll just tell you flat out. I'm Sirius Black.” I now realize that might not have been the best way to go about it.
“Is that supposed to mean something?”
“Well it would if you had been in England at all the past 12 years or earlier.”
She sighed, “I guess this means it's my turn. My name is Cora McKinnon.”
“McKinnon? Like Marley...”
“Yes, like the golden girl of Gryffindor. Only we were distant cousins. We hardly knew each other, and I was in Slytherin. Me and my family moved down here when I was in 3rd year and the Dark Lord tried to recruit my parents. My mum home schooled me after that. Luckily he was too busy to try and have us followed. We don't want to have much more to do with the magic community until it's safe. So, why is the name Sirius Black supposed to mean something?”
“Um, wow. Well, since you don't want anything to do with the magic community, I might as well tell you everything. Plus, I inexplicably want to prove to you I'm not the dirty lowlife you think I am... at least not the kind your thinking of.”
“Well this sounds like it's going to take a very long time. More than we have if we want to get you to work on time. And we will,” she said menacingly. I involuntarily shivered. What the bloody hell? Why was I, Sirius Black, getting all scared of a woman... Oh wait, no, that wasn't fear, that was lust. I forgot what that was like.
“I just have to ask you one thing” I said as we were leaving, to cover the awkward silence. “Why do you want to know anything about me? Why didn't you just take your blanket, and call the cops or something?”
“I have a few reasons. One, if you're an animagus you can easily get away. 2, I'm not entirely sold on never wanting contact with anyone else magic until the Dark Lord is out of power. That could take a bloody long time. And you have to have a pretty good reason to be an animagus, and out here in what looked like it could've been prison clothes. Curiosity may have killed the cat, but they have nine lives.”
So we told her dad that I was interested in a job and was very willing to learn. No mention of the fact I was a wizard or apparently he'd freak, as Cora would say. I was shown the ropes, and let me tell you, it was harder than I thought. Being in Azkaban for 12 years didn't help my job experience level that's for sure. How odd this was feeling, going from convicted felon on the run, to selling beautiful blankets to tourists as a job. It was only the end of June, but there were plenty of people to sell to. At the end of the day I wanted to keel over and sleep.
“Oh no you don't. I told you my story now you get to tell me yours.”
So I did. I went through everything from my years of school. The wrongs done to me, my friends, Harry. Everything. All of it seemed to just spill out like it was a volcano waiting to explode. The fact she had no idea, didn't have a side to start on to try and convince her to one, was very soothing. I could be me when I hadn't been able to in more than a decade. She got up once to get me some water when my throat was getting dry. She sat down and looked like she could have listened longer.
“That good of a story huh?”
“It's incredible. I never would have guessed. The passion you talk about your friends with who passed away, every word. It's hard to believe. No wonder you were so exhausted all day. Not that I'm going to let up on the work. But you can have at least tomorrow off, then work Thursday and Friday. We're closed for the weekend.”
“Fair enough” I smiled.
By the time Friday night came around I was dog tired again. Cora wouldn't have it though. I knew she went out with friends after work, but I never saw when she made time for sleep. She dragged me out to a local bar somewhere.
“Your lucky I'm going easy on you. I usually go to a club and dance all night. You'd probably dance on my feet though with how tired you look” she said smirking at me from behind a large alcoholic tea drink she had.
That smirk. I never knew how sexy it could be until I met her. Since I met her she's gotten me thinking of things I never thought I'd think again... If that made any sense. I've already had a few drinks I'm not sure what they were. “You're lucky I'm going easy on you. If I were more awake I might have a few more drinks, take you back to your house, and have my way with you.” Bollocks. Shit. Fuck. Why is it I never censure what I say when I'm drunk. This was one thing that's at least stayed the same. To my surprise; instead of making use of her threat a few days ago like I expected, she blushed, and her eyes met mine. She looked like she wanted that more than anything right then. What the fuck?
“Well, we'll just have to see what you're like tomorrow night then. Because we're going dancing, you won't have any excuse to be too tired tomorrow night.”
Still shocked that I must have some charm left after all these years; we finished our drinks, went back to her house, and I didn't even make it upstairs to my room. I just passed out on the couch.
A/N: I hope you liked the chapter, how do you like Cora? Is Sirius in character? Oh, and I'd love to hear your favorite parts :) Thanks for reading, hopefully I'll have the next chapter up soon!
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