Hurricane Eyes {A Sirius Black Fanfiction}

Chapter 1: The Storm

Walking down the familiar corridors to the Great Hall, I paused in confusion as I heard the shrieks of my fellow students. Increasing my speed, I arrived at the Great Hall only to see one of my favorite things. Rain. As I walked closer, I finally realized what had happened. The "Marauders" as they called themselves had cast a spell that was making it rain in the Great Hall. It was quite obvious they were the culprits as all of them had umbrellas.
"I just knew it was going to rain, Padfoot," a smug James Potter mused to his best friend.
"What's the matter, love? Forgot your umbrella?" Sirius Black asked me as I walked underneath the falling rain. When I didn't shriek or run, he looked at me in confusion. A small smile pulled up my lips as I let the rain fall against my skin. Closing my eyes, I tilted my face up, relishing in the feeling of the cool rain against my skin. I could feel the stares of students, but I didn't care.

 I was born with a gift. Well, a "curse" as my mother calls it. I'm a Stormwalker. Apparently, I was born during a rainstorm and because of some random appointment, I was given this gift. Stormwalkers are incredibly rare-- one is born every century. They draw power from storms and rain, which is why whenever there's a storm I have permission to go out in it and miss class. The more I'm out in rain the more powerful my magic is. The only dangerous part is, if I don't get any power from the rain or the storms, I can lose all my strength. To some people, this might seem like a gift. I view it as one. But, to my mother, it tarnished her reputation.

"Why are you all wet?" My mother shrieked as I stepped back inside. The storm had finally let up and I had raced inside feeling refreshed.
"I was in the rain," six year-old me replied, a huge smile on my face.
"What will people think? Merlin, Ophelia Edwards' daughter out galavanting in the rain. She really is a hooligan."
I let my eyes snap open to see the four Marauders staring at me. I wasn't used to the feeling and shifted uncomfortably under their scrutiny. I only ever really received large amounts of attention for my eyes- they changed colors constantly, ranging from brown to purple. "Why don't you take a picture? It'll last longer," I joked, "Have you never seen someone enjoy the rain?"
"Well... But, y-you're a girl," Peter Pettigrew pointed out.
"Very astutely observed," I quipped, "Shall I give you points for discovering my secret?"
The other boys laughed as Peter blushed and stammered nervously. Finally, he managed to calm his nerves enough to speak in English.
"B-But, they all r-ran," he stuttered, pointing to all the other girls who had ran shrieking, worried about their makeup or hair.
Raising a perfectly plucked eyebrow, I let my eyes scan the four boys, "Like I said before, have you never seen someone enjoy the rain? Nice prank, by the way."
"Of course it's nice," James scoffed, "I came up with it. Anything that was created under this beautiful head of hair is bound to be amazing."
"Of course, Jamesie," Sirius chimed in, throwing his arm over James' shoulder and pretending to giggle, "I just love your hair."
"Oh, dear Padfoot, thank you," James replied as the four boys burst into laughter.

"And I have to compliment your humility," I replied, rolling my eyes. "I do have a question for you though."

"Yeah?" James asked, assuming it was about the prank, "What is it?"

"How do you get through the portrait hole with an ego that big?" I asked, an innocent smile pulling up the corners of my lips before it turned into a smirk.

"Ooh, Sirius, she's a feisty one," James commented, sniggering with his partner in crime. "How come I've never seen you around before?"

"Well, considering we're in the same year and house, and have almost all of our classes together," I hissed, "I'd say that you need better glasses." The rain began to pour harder in the Great Hall and I chuckled as I watched McGonagall peer in before bustling off to the Headmaster.

"What's your name?" Sirius asked, his eyebrows furrowed as he tried to remember who I was.

"Talia Edwards," I answered, rolling my eyes again.