Irreplaceable

“Jane you come over here or I...!” her scream could be heard all over the neighborhood but that didn’t startle me at all. Not only because I knew by now she wouldn’t do anything to me, but because I wanted to hear her scream just for fun. Evil I know!

After her third scream I decided to be a good neighbor after all so I lazily walked down the staircase toward the kitchen. I wasn’t hiding but after raising me through all this years Aunt Mary knew she was no match for me if she followed me to punish so instead she practiced herself by being the first man in history to die from throat over usage. And that’s a lame excuse to die.

When I entered the kitchen I was found in front of a very fun looking woman and you could see what I mean just by taking a look at her ridiculously plump body wearing her grandma’s fluffy blue dress and her crimson big face. It was like a mad woman coming out of an old comic book.

“You…” I guess she forgot my name again now...”Jane. Sirius. Black!” or maybe not. “You are a pranking devil at the age of 14 and 11 months with no mercy for a 60 and 3 months old woman!” and with that she started crying.

Yeah she really gets to me with that crying thing so she fakes it most of the times.

“Come on, I did nothing wrong! You can accept a little joke, can’t you?!”

I you can say that blowing up her kitchen was a funny joke of course. I walked up at her rolling my eyes as she dried of her tears.

“Yeah fun! Do you ever think of me?!”

Of course I did, I could be everything but never a heartless girl.

“Any letter from Sirius?!” That was one of many of the reasons why Aunt Mary had been easy on me this summer. With all the things that happened last year, with You-Know-Who and Potter… I have been waiting for the worst to happen but still…. Everything was quiet and it was scarier than usual. And dad?! He hadn’t written me in almost two weeks.

“Maybe you should sent Potter a letter and ask him?! Maybe he knows something more?!”

“No way!” I protested partially because I refused to believe my father had chosen him and no me. Plus I and Potter had a story of our own. Things were built like that since the first time we met each other in the fist year. We were both raised out of the magic world but strangely our parents were known wizards in our world, we were both orphans in a way and we both loved pranking (me mostly) and Quidditch. But no matter how many things we had in common we never became friends. Never! “It’s enough bad as it is!”

Aunt Mary had always insisted that I and Potter should be friends because of the many things we had in common but she hadn’t really met him.

“I’m rolling my eyes here!” she added hopefully earning a true eye rolling from me.

“Make sure they stay in their places then!” I replied not really in mood to fight her back.

Maybe because a part of me knew that dad could have sent Potter a letter. Harry and I had had a very difficult year back in the time dad escaped Azkaban and believe me that was a really disastrous year. I saw how much Harry started to love Sirius Black, but I didn’t want to share him so after a year like that me and Potter couldn’t stand each other. What my dad said about this?! That we should be the bests of friends! Like anyone else keeps saying to us and it is so…!

Thinking about Potter and my terribly wrong life since dad was included I ended up again at my room. I had to think of something. Maybe if I put my life in danger they will come to get me! Dad would come to get me!!

And that’s when I heard a strange noise downstairs. Someone had entered my house.

Quickly I took my wand under my pillow and started going down slowly without making any noise.

“Mary?! Who is there?!” I yelled but it was too quite and in our house there was never a moment of silence.

“I told you she wouldn’t blow anything Harry! I won the bet!” A very cheerful Remus spoke as he stepped into the light. “I know my goddaughter better then you do!”