A Black and White Story (A Sirius Black Love Story)

Happiness Gone Grim

Hello Once again, I am in the dry, hot state of California on summer vacation and hoped to pump out another chapter in time. Hope you all are having a great time and spending your summer days wisely. 

Went and saw Jurassic World and may I just say HOT DAMN Owen Grady/Chris Pratt is a babe. Damn! Does anybody else agree? Cause yeah going to see a park full of dinosaurs would be cool but I would pay some money just to go see him in an exhibit. 

I hope you enjoyed the previous chapter and will enjoy this one as well. This will be a short chapter! But I will update not to long after this one.

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( I updated the previous chapter June 29th. If you haven't read the updated version of Locasta street re-read it. When I published it for the first time it cut off most of the chapter and I had to rewrite it)

'So what are you going to name her?' 

I snapped out of the flashback and entered reality once again. I knew the perfect name.

'Bia, the sister of Nike in Greek mythology and stands for force, power, might, and bodily strength. Axle told me all about what he studied in history class since that's the only class he really likes.' I told Staci all proud of myself for sounding smarter than the average eleven year old.

'Well sounds like you got everything figured out.' She gave me a smile. 'We should go get your wand, it's starting to get late and I would like to show you around the Quidditch shop before we leave.'

'Quiddawhat?' My eyebrows crinkled at the foreign word.

'It's only the best sport in the world, I myself was keeper of my house back in the day before I moved to America.' Staci sat up a little straighter after mentioning this. 'But it takes to long to explain so I'll just tell you in the car.'

Downing the rest of my not so hot cocoa we gathered my new things and headed out the door. Bia had once again wanted to land on my head but I made it clear to her that it was not an option when I covered my messy hair with my old Yankee's baseball cap. She merely whistled and landed on the railing of the cart as we made our way down the crowded street and stopped in front of a wooden building with the name Tungwenuk, a Yup'ik name, was branded above the door. 

Staci motioned for me to enter, when I stepped inside it was quite beautiful. A chandelier of moose antlers gave light to the surprisingly large, wood paneled room. The walls were covered in native Alaskan art with carved tribal masks, whale baleen, eagle feathered ornaments and various wolf and fox hides. Behind the counter was a tall old native man speaking in Yup'ik to a family of native customers. I waited until they were done which wasn't a problem I was to busy staring at a wall of thousands of wands behind the man. After the family was done with their business and left the man walked out from behind the counter, he had incredibly long straight black hair which was just starting to turn white and deep brown eyes that seemed to be staring at my soul.

'What has brought you to my store young girl?' He spoke slowly with a heavy accent as though he came from one of the remote surrounding villages, not the city of Anchorage.

'Umm, I'm supposed to be getting my first wand today.' I gave him a shy smile which surprised me since I was practically never shy in my life.

'Ah, well it is a special day then, I am Ayunerak.  May I ask if your father or mother came here for their first wands. It will help us find your connection.'

'No, they did not come here.' Staci spoke polity but with a slight edge to her voice as she mentioned my unknown parents. Who were they? Were they not from here and if not where from?

'I see.' Ayunerak spoke solemnly as he made the connection between the social worker and my shabby clothes. He then moved to the back of the store where he grabbed a long thin brown box, walking back over to me he opened it and handed the reddish looking wand to me. 'Cherry, 12 inches, springy, unicorn hair.'

I reached out and grabbed it but didn't know what to do  so I just twirled it in my fingers when a bang sounded from the wand and the chandelier was ripped from the ceiling and crashed at my feet. standing there with my eyes wide I glanced at the wreckage then back to Ayunerak who didn't seem to have a problem with the destruction. Instead of freaking out like I expected him to he simply drew his wand from his kuspuk, waved it and the chandelier reassembled as if in slow motion and attached itself back to the ceiling as if nothing happened.

'Well that won't do.' He took the wand which he returned to its box and drew another. This and the next two wands he pulled only resulted in a shattered window, Staci's hair turned to feathers, and a singed carpet. I was starting to think that this was a lost cause but Ayunerak didn't seem flustered in the slightest. I guess this kind of thing happened a lot.

The shop owner once again returned to the massive wall of wands and stood there for a considerably longer time then the other times. He came back holding a long sleek black box and opened it to reveal a black wand laid on white satin. 

'Ebony, unyielding, 13 inches, dragon heart string.' 

I reached out to grab it silently praying that this would be the one that worked, one because we've been here a while and secondly this wand was nicer looking than the others. When my hand made contact with the wood I felt a warmth rise from the ground to my toes then all the was to my head. I flicked the wand and it emitted a stream of silvery light.

'Does this mean it's mine?' I exclaimed, my insides still felt warm as Ayunerak nodded I felt so happy. My first wand yay. Que happy dance. 

As we went to exit the store after Staci paid, Ayunerak stopped me and told me something quite puzzling. 'Never forget Kate; Take care your wand and the wand take care of you.'

I just looked at the man blankly not understanding a word but nodded anyways.

Staci rushed to the Quidditch store seeming just as excited as me when she mentioned pet shopping. She told me all the positions of the game, told me what the best gear was-making special emphasis on the keepers gear-and the fastest broom models. Staci looked younger than I'd ever seen her, the way her eyes lit up when she told of her closest matches back when she lived in England. She described the Quidditch field as if it were a place of worship and this made my insides tingle with excitement. I've always been a sports enthusiast and I could only hope that my new school had a team, because I am trying out no matter what.

Right as Staci was dragging me over to look at keeper pads there was a large commotion towards the entrance of the shop. A smaller black kite hawk was frantically knocking supplies off shelves as it flew into the store heading in our direction. 

'It's an agency hawk.' Staci mumbled as she quickly strode towards it to untangle it from a quaffle practicing net. 

She undid the note attached to the birds leg and read over it. The longer she read the paler she grew, as she finished the letter a look of horror had now been stamped across her lovely features. Summoning a fountain pen and heavy paper from her bag she scribbled out a reply, hastily retied it to the hawks leg and started to move out of the store.

Calling back to me over her shoulder she said. 'I have to leave now there's been a horrific accident and I need to arrive on scene. Someone will come to pick you up shortly.'

I ran to the front of the store, stopping at the exit and yelled out. 'What's happening?'

Her grim reply stunned me into shock as I leaned against the door frame for support. She had told me something I never thought I would live to hear, and I wish I never had.

'Werewolf attack.'