I'm Kind of Sirius (Sirius Black fan fiction)

Chapter 14 : An abundunce of Harrys

Hey, so I'm back and on time because I am just amazing and yes I do wonder indeed where I got the chapter title from hmmmm.

In case you don't get it I looked at the blurb for An Abundance of  Katherines several minutes before I began writing this and therefore the chapter title kind of came from that.

Anyway enjoy and leave me some votes and comments please, they are very much appreciated to all who go to the effort of doing so (I don't even judge you if you don't, I barely ever do so myself when reading)

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"It was kind of lonely for a few days, the absence of Remus and Tonks obvious. They were just spending time together since they got back from their honeymoon which was understandable and fair. I mean, they did just get married.  

However what was not 'fair enough' was the lack of words coming from Ariel's mouth. Sure, we didn't talk much as it was but ever since that moment in the small, dusty room she had been acting like my very presence was a fault and that I was not worthy of her presence.

Maybe, just maybe (but I highly doubt it, as egotistical as it sounds) I ddin't deserve her presence but usually she had talked to me, little things sometimes said at the dinner table.

I groaned in frustration as I held my head in my hands. I was in Regulus' room. Again.

I tended to come here when I was trying to think something through or understand something.

So I actually tended to come in here quite often, more so then I would have even thought to do a year back. But a year ago I did not know such things as I do today, nor did I care about such things or not care in some cases.

I liked this room. It was oddly comforting, more so than any other room in this house. Probably because I had no bad memories in this room. Of course, Regulus, being a typical teenager, did not allow me into his room so it was very much so impossible that I could have any bad memories in a room I had never really entered, just seen.

The small singular bed was nice and comfortable and Slytherin posters hung on the wall, showing how much he really did actually care about that damned house.

I let my head lay back on the pillow and I closed my eyes, with no plans to fall asleep. But I certainly didn't when I felt something hard press against my back.

At first, I jumped up in fear, getting off the bed and looking at the duvet on the singular bed. I looked in confusion and seen that since I had laid down on the blankets, the shape of a small, rectangular thing was under the covers. I lifted up the dusty covers and looked under.

And I was surprised when I brought out a small, black, leather book with a lock on it.

I tried using a spell to open it but that spell was no use, there was some strong magic used on the book making it very difficult to open. I sighed as I looked at it, groaning once again. I couldn't handle this much stress, it was causing me less and less sleep.

I let pout a small cry of anger as I stabbed my wand into the book out of pure frustration.

And like that, the lock came off the book. I looked inside to see a messy scrawl. I looked at the first page, searching for any sign of an owner's name knowing this could very simply have been stolen off some nerdy Gryffindor kid, years ago.

It seemed like years since their deaths, it really did. I hadn't seen them in so long, heck I didn't even go to their funerals. They were nothing to me, why should I bother to attend something that I have to tell everyone how sad I am about their loss at.