𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕣𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕 | ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝟚 𝕠𝕗 ' 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕖 ' HIATUS

xxxi

September first finally arrived and Eurielle watched as Fred and George bewitched their trunk to go down to the first floor but it ended up knocking their sister down two flights of stairs. Eurielle winced as the girl groaned.

" YOU TWO!" bellowed Mrs. Weasley, " You COULD HAVE KILLED HER!"

The ebony haired girl sighed before grabbing her own trunk, looking at herself in the mirror and grinning. She had already received a disapproving look from Mrs. Weasley and an appreciative glance from Fred, so she guessed this was the outfit to go with.

She looked at her boobs and sighed, these things were the reason her bloody back hurted half the damn time, she couldn't imagine running... good thing she didn't play quidditch.

She began walking down the stairs, trunk hitting the steps behind, as she listened to her grandmother screaming at the Weasley's. " YOU!" screeched Walburga, " HALF-BLOOD WHORE! DRESSING LIKE SOME FILLE DE JOIE! HOW DARE YOU DRESS LIKE SOME HARLOT IN THE HOUSE OF MY FATHER!"

The Weasleys turned to look at Eurielle who was grinning at her grandmother, " Yep, that's me," she said with a wink, " Now, can you shut the hell up?" she quipped and yanked the curtains closed.

Fred laughed, " Fille de joie?" he asked.

Eurielle flipped her hair behind her and nodded, " A French euphemism for slut, prostitute, whore- y'know,"

"WILL YOU LOT GET DOWN HERE NOW, PLEASE!" Mrs. Weasley bellowed, causing the curtains to spring back open, " MUDBLOOD FILTH! HALF-BREEDS! THE TWO OF YOU ARE STAINS UPON MY FLESH!" she yelled pointing at Eurielle and Sirius who shared a bored look.

" ALLOWING HER TO DRESS LIKE SOME WHORE AND STAIN THE REPUTATION OF THE MOST ANCIENT AND NOBLE HOUSE OF BLACK! HOW DARE YOU PROCREATE YOU INSOLENT BLOODTRAITOR!"

" Did you hear something father dearest?" asked Eurielle.

Sirius shook his head, " I haven't the slightest clue what you're speaking of darling daughter of mine,"

" SCUM! CREATURES OF DIRT!"

The two Blacks rolled their eyes and looked to Walburga, " SHUT THE HELL UP!" they screamed in unison, yanking the curtains closed, " Jesus Christ," huffed Eurielle, " If she was alive it'd be more fun to piss her off,"

Sirius nodded, " Too bad she kicked the bucket, I would have loved to piss her off- just one last time," he said solemnly, placing a hand on Eurielle's bare shoulder before pressing a kiss to her head and transforming into Padfoot.

"Leave your trunk and your owl, Alastor's going to deal with the luggage. . . . Oh, for heaven's sake, Sirius, Dumbledore said no!"

Eurielle scratched the dog behind the ears, " The station isn't far away, Mrs. Weasley," she said to the redheaded woman who was still eyeing the girl's tube top and exposed stomach with distaste. Harry came down the stairs with Hermione and the green-eyed boy smiled at the bearlike dog.

"Oh honestly . . ." said Mrs. Weasley despairingly, "well, on your own head be it!" She wrenched open the front door and stepped out into the weak September sunlight.

The great black dog gave a joyful bark and gamboled around them, snapping at pigeons, and chasing its own tail. Eurielle couldn't help laughing. Sirius had been trapped inside for a very long time. Mrs. Weasley pursed her lips at her father before shaking her head.

It took them twenty minutes to reach King's Cross by foot and nothing more eventful happened during that time than Sirius scaring a couple of cats for the teens' entertainment. Once inside the station they lingered casually beside the barrier between platforms nine and ten until the coast was clear, then each of them leaned against it in turn and fell easily through onto platform nine and three quarters, where the Hogwarts Express stood belching sooty steam over a platform packed with departing students and their families.