say something

say something///part two

January 16th 1994 Beauxbatons Academy of Magic

It's been several years since you left your old and broken life in England behind and moved to France to become a Professor at the Beauxbatons Academy of Magic. To be honest, the first few years were increadibly hard, but now you layerd so many other memories on all this misery, that sometimes you almost forgot about your past life. You are a very well liked professor. Your main subject is the defence against the dark arts, but you also enjoy teaching the young girls english and english literature every friday evening. You learned to live with the circumstances. 

You just finished your friday evening class. You gathered your things and went upstairs to your bedroom. The day was quite exhausting, so you chose to have a cup of tea and then head straight to bed. As you prepared your cup you heard a slight tap on your window. You turned around and saw a little brown owl gently tapping its beak against the window to get your attention. You opened the window, let the bird in, fed it and pat it's feathery head. After that you took the envelope in your hand, that the bird had carefully placed on your table before eating. It didn't say who it was from.

"Weird." You whispered to yourself. 

You opened the letter. The message took you aback. 

''Come to Grimmauld Place as soon as you can. The Order needs you, Y/N.''

You couldn't believe what you just read. Was this really happening? Or was somebody just trying to be funny? But no one knew about you being in The Order. Although knowing how drastic this decision was, you hastly packed all your things and wrote a letter to the headmistress, explaining your sudden disappearance. You knew that Madame Maxime would understand.  You took a last glance, not knowing when or wheter you'll return. Without a sound you apperated out of the room.

You arrived in your old livingroom, feeling a bit dizzy, it's been a long time since you apperated. You looked around, old memories good and bad filling your mind.

"What are you doing here?!"

A short shriek involuntarily escaped your mouth.

"Kreacher! Tu stupide elfe m'a fait peur! Comment osez-vous faufiler votre maitresse comme ca?!" (you stupid elf scared me! How dare you sneak up on your mistress like that)

"Bonjour Madame"

This voice - no -it couldn't be. 

You turned yor head to see if it was really him. You let out a shaky breath. This is not real. This must have been a dream, he is not really here.

"Sirius"

you said in a whisper as you slowly walked up to the man with the same dark curly hair as yours.

You stood before him. Not noticing the other people around you.  A tear rolled down your face, leaving a dark trail of mascara behind, as you looked into his stormy tearfilled eyes. You caressed his cheek almost as if you were trying to make sure that he was really there. He gave you a sad smile. You let out a sob and fell into his arms. You both hugged each other as if someone was trying to tear you apart again. 

He slowly let go of you, wiping away your tears and his. 

''I think you want to meet a not so little anymore someone.'' he said quietly.

He stepped aside and there stood a boy with dark hair and round glasses, about 15 years old. He looked just like James, but his eyes were Lilys. Your eyes started to burn with tears again. You fluffed out your dress and took off your black beret, as you stepped closer to the young boy, your heeld boots making a clicking noise everytime your foot touched the floor.