Inside My Mind (A Harry Potter Fanfiction)

Chapter XLVIII

Number 12, Grimmauld Place, London, England, Great Britain

Sunday the 1st of August 1995

11:20 AM

"We won't be coming back here before you two go off to Hogwarts. So make sure you have all your stuff," Maya had insisted.

Sirius had still been packing as well but Maya felt that since he was an adult that he'd get it done, quickly.

She was wrong.

It was now eleven twenty and they were twenty minutes late because Sirius couldn't find his favorite leather pants. Maya leaned against the door, her trunk sitting by her side. She was rather annoyed with Sirius at this point since it was leather pants and he had at least five identical pairs but this was Sirius. He would throw a tantrum if he didn't get what he wanted.

"Is he still looking for those leather pants?" Bella sighed as she pulled her trunk down the stairs. Hermione nodded, absently. She was reading through the Potions book once more. She wanted to be prepared for anything Snape tried to do in the upcoming year.

"Yeah. When is he going to remember that he can just ask Kreacher to find them while we're at the Riddle Manor?" asked Hermione. Bella's lips twitched and she muffled her snort.

"Uncle Sirius is a little slow, isn't he?"

"In more than one way. Slow in the head and slow in moving. Get a move on, Sirius! We don't have all day!" Maya called.

In answer to that, there was a loud thumping noise and suddenly Sirius was tumbling down the stairs with his trunk in one hand and a pair of leather pants in his other hand.

"I'm here! I'm here!" Sirius gasped. Bella snorted and Sirius gave her a scathing glare. He flipped open his trunk and dumped the pants inside before closing it and locking it once more. He waved them forward and the group made their way to the dining room, where a fireplace was.

Sirius quickly lit it and Bella and him bowed mockingly to Hermione. Hermione blinked in confusion.

"After you, Princess Prefect."

Maya rolled her eyes at their childish behavior. Hermione scowled and crossed her arms, obviously upset over their teasing. Hermione had gotten her letter the day before when Bella was gone on her date, proclaiming her prefect.

"Shut up. Nothing's wrong with being a prefect," Hermione snapped. Bella snorted.

"Right. You're officially a stick in the mud. No more having fun or dueling. You'll be patrolling hallways and taking house points. Who in their right mind would make you a prefect? You're crazy!" Bella laughed. Hermione glared and took a pinch of Floo powder and walked into the flames.

"Riddle Manor."

"Why is the Bush angry? Can bushes get angry?" Sasha hissed from around Bella's neck. Bella's eyes were wide and she laughed, quietly.

"That's not a Bush. That's my sister."

"Why is you sister a bush?" Sasha asked, rather annoyed.