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"chapter 1" "Façade"
He was a seventh year. He was a full-grown wizard. He even knew how to apparate. He
Had fought Voldermort and defeated him many times. In the near future he would also get rid of Lord Voldermort. He had saved the Wizarding World from dangerous perils. Then why did "people," think that he couldn't do a good night's work in Bed!
Harry walked alone in the corridor colored with last rays of depleted looking sun-light which came in through silts and window's on the eastern wall.
He was generally angry at the entire world, but particularly angry with Sirius.
"As if I don't know how to "properly" treat a lady!" He thought angrily.
"Just minutes ago he had gone through the torture of Sirius, the Ladies Man, trying to lecture him about what he called, P-G-S-E, (proper Gentlemanly sexual education), failing miserably and instead bringing on a matter much more serious then that.
"And to think about Hermione that way. If it wasn't Sirius I would have thought that he was trying to make a pass at her."
"As if any girl wants the man to look aside when she is depriving herself of her clothing. He thought.
"And the idea of waiting till you're 18th birthday is perfectly ridiculous." He muttered loudly.
Judging by the way Sirius had said this, he was sure that Sirius had certainly not waited till his 18th birthday to shag someone.
He swore aloud with anger. He wished fervently that she would be here. How he wanted her warm embrace, her cute little snuggles, her gentle touches and her rosy lips. An almost dreamy look came on his face as he thought about her. But the pleasure was spoiled whenever he thought about his earlier confrontation with Sirius. He could still remember the whole scene clearly.
He had just finished his breakfast when he saw Professor Mcgonagal coming towards. When she saw that he was looking towards her, she beaconed to him, asking him to come outside for a quick talk. Muttering a quick apology to Draco and Ginny who were so lost in each other that they could barely nod. When he had reached Professor Mcgonagal, she said tartly,
"Well Potter, someone is here to meet you." She sniffed disapprovingly as if meeting someone during school hours was a very illegal thing.
Harry was surprised also. He hadn't expected anyone to come meet him today. He turned towards Professor Mcgonagal with a puzzled expression.
"May I know Professor, who is it?" She looked at him for a moment and then almost candidly replied.
"Its you're God-father, Potter. He wants to talk about something with you. I told him it was against school rules, but he wont he hear about it. He is waiting for you on the grounds near Hagrid's mound. And Potter make it short." Professor Mcgonagal waved a random hand towards the general direction of Hagrid's mound. She suddenly became teary eyes, remembering the last few days they both had spent together and how they had planned to become each other's forever. But that was before the final battle. Just before the final battle. It had brought joys unaccounted along with tears numerous. Ill-omens of past and new, yet boring life of the future. When Harry heard that he almost ran towards the Entrance Hall, overjoyed to learn about Sirius. Sirius had been busy in the last few days. After the capture of Petgrew, he had finally been given Pardon, and after a small fine (probably a vein attempt to nuzzle the bruised ego of the Slytherin'ish Ministry.) he had been set free. Lately, he had been busy setting a place to live, presumable near Hogsmeade, along with that he had to bear the endless tirade of reporters begging for his interview and his opinion about Minister Fudge. (No comment, and Ruddy Bugger were the most common answers) So naturally Harry was happy to meet him. He badly wanted to talk with him. Now that only few months were left before the end of the school year, he was looking forwards towards spending his time with Sirius. He cheerfully passed through the corridor's humming Hermione's favorite bathroom tune.
He met Sirius, standing outside the entrance Hall looking quiet fit and young in brown jacket and bluish jeans. He certainly had no regard for the latest elegant Men ware.
He smiled when he saw Harry and allowed himself to be hugged to death by Harry. Settling under a clump of trees just beyond Hagrid's old standing hut, they talked of many things, known and un-known, new and old. He almost laughed to death, after Hearing a story of his father having a crush on His mother just before they got together. Sirius took great pleasure in explaining James's weird antics around Lily. How he would follow her everywhere she went, wrapped in his invisibility clock. How he would just gaze at her, un-aware of anything else. How he had once bumped into professor Dumbledore, while trying to peep at Lily through the Perfect Bathroom keyhole.
However, it seemed that memories of the long forgotten pleasures stirred something inside Sirius, for he suddenly became very quiet. Harry became uncomfortable with the sudden silence. He never liked it when someone became uncomfortable around him, talking about his parents. Perhaps, they thought that hearing of them always grieved him. Not did they found out that as much as he grieved at the loss of his parents, he always wanted to listen others telling sweet tales about his parents. When Hagrid had once told him the tale, when James had finally gotten over his shyness and explained to Lily in numerous ways about his love for her, he had found it very cute. He liked listening about his parents. He always regretted not knowing them. But at least he could get to know "some" things about them with the help of the tales of the others. But the others didn't think likewise. They always seem to hush around whenever there was any mention of Lily or James and Harry was around. Except for some facts, he had never known about the lives of his parents, and it grieved him whenever others stopped talking about his parents. Although he knew they did it for his sake, yet sometimes he felt more then a little jealous with Ginny for having so many loving and one certain non-loving Sibling.
He cleared his throat, bringing Sirius into reality again.
Noon was now high, and the chirping of birds had now stopped. Snapdragons and Lilies showed their full bloom in the rows of Hogwarts lawns, sprouting sweet looking flowers. Not many students were there, almost all of them preparing for their exams.
Sirius cleared his throat. He seemed a bit puzzled. It seemed like he wanted to say something. He seemed to produce curious gorging noises. Harry looked at him with some concern.
"Err, Sirius are you all right?" he asked with some concern.
"Yeah…" his answer was vague and he averted his gaze.
"Look Sirius you can say whatever is bugging you. I am not a 10 year old. I can understand you're tongue perfectly." He didn't seem to but he sounded a little rash.
After a lot of thinking Sirius finally decided to get on with the work, He cleared his throat again, (an action which had become very annoying)
"Harry, girls want to be treated nicely, but you have to choose the right girl."
"Harry, I have heard you are planning on a long term relationship?" he asked nonchalantly. Harry almost jumped in the air. The question had taken him with total surprise.
"What do you mean by "Long term relationship?" Harry asked Sirius, being a bit puzzled.
"It seems that you have find yourself a girlfriend at last and have vowed to be faithful to her all the time?" Sirius half asked half narrated.
Harry suddenly felt angry with Sirius. His cheeks started to flush with anger. How dare Sirius abuse his love life like that! He thought Harry wanted Hermione for her looks only, (which was half truth). He thought that Harry would just ditch her when he got bored of her.
He turned towards Sirius and said heatedly.
"Look Sirius, I don't know how it bodes to you but I love Hermione with all my soul and heart. I have been blind all these years, looking for love and peace in long place. I was a fool not to see Hermione! But I have come to my senses now. I know who I love and want to live with all my life…" Harry trailed off, suddenly realizing what he was saying he at once closed his mouth.
Sirius looked at Harry. He seemed so determined. "So much like his father and yet so unlike him." He could still remember the way James had responded when his father asked this question to him.
"Oh No Harry! Hermione is a good girl, and I am sure that there is an important reason behind you're liking towards Hermione." Harry relaxed a bit. He realized that Sirius meant well, although he didn't knew just how to express his love.
They both were quiet for a second as they both watched the eccentric 2nd years play a game of sit-cum-run just alongside long rows of flowers. Finally Sirius spoke.
"Harry I wanted to talk to you about an important thing." Harry perked his ears.
"go on." He replied.
"I just don't know whether anyone has told you before or not." Sirius's eyes became wet for a moment when he realized that he wouldn't have on the first place told Harry about this.
"How would I know if you wont tell me what you want to talk about?"
Sirius took a perceptible sigh.
"Harry, err I assume you know how you were born? Right?"
"Off course I know how I was born."
"No I am asking do you know the err…process by which you were born."
Sirius's face now became scarlet and he fervently wished he wouldn't be here to talk about "this" with Harry. He had a vague idea that Harry knew some part of what he was going to say.
"Sirius, are you here to give me a talk about Genetics?"
"Err…no…"
"You don't need to tell me that. I am quite aware how it happens. See here, when one gets to the age of 16 his hormones…"
"Harry! Stop! I know you know about this, but I wasn't talking about this with you!" Sirius seemed almost expurgated.
"Then what do you want to talk about?" Harry eyed him questioningly, his somewhat tamed hair, now untangling themselves because of his constant prodding.
"I would gather you know what happens when a male and female meet?"
"Talk?"
"Oh No Harry! I don't mean it that way. When they meet intimately! You ruddy fool!"
"Some pain at the beginning and then pleasure incarnate. But I would say that, all is well that ends well." Harry apparently understood what Sirius was talking about. He almost laughed aloud. Didn't Sirius know that they had a lesson about these things back in their 5th year?
"Look Sirius I know what you are trying to say so let go off it and talk of something more cheerful!" Harry tried to explain to Sirius as calmly as could about his understanding.
But apparently Sirius was taking his God-father Duty too heavily. He still thought Harry was a 12year old lad who needed to tell everything by others.
"Oh no! You don't! Hey wait a minute? Have you and Hermione…" He trailed off looking horrified. Although Harry had a sneaking suspicion that he wasn't as horrified as he showed.
"Hey Sirius! That's private!" Harry exclaimed gaining the attention of many kiddies who passed by.
"But if it would "satisfy" your ego, then listen we haven't done that yet, although we…" Harry stopped there, enjoying the situation fully.
Sirius's face changed all shades of red, purple and a variety of colors…
"Harry don't you try to do that! You are not old enough! Besides I don't feel Hermione is the right girl for you. She is too clever, she might misuse you." Harry felt another pang of anger building inside him.
"And how can you say that! Were you still a Virgin by your 17th year. Besides who gave you the right to choose girls for me? Misuse me! I would gladly be misused my her then walking on your steps."
"Hey, watch you're tongue."
"I am watching it. Believe me, think about what you are saying."
"That's the way you talk to an elder!" Sirius was visibly fuming, and the red spots on Harry's cheek showed that he was also angry.
"I am not a baby that I would listen to what ruddy things "elders" may say. I am 17 and I know what I have to do." Harry answered apparently too heatedly. He at once regretted saying that. For a moment a pained look crept on Sirius's face.
"Look Sirius, I am sorry. I didn't mean it like that."
"I know Harry, but that's irrelevant right now. Come on Harry! Look at it! Its unethical."
"And was it unethical when my mother and father and you and Bella did this almost 2 years before us?"
"That was another thing."
"No it wasn't. You mean to say that I should make love with the girl I love just because it hurts you're god-fatherly pride and ego?"
"Be a responsible man Harry! You were not like this before. I wonder what Hermione has taught you…she is not a responsible lady, Ron Weasley says so and we all know the sincerity of Weasleys." Harry's face blazed with anger when he realized what Sirius had just said.
"That was low for even you Sirius! I just realized why the Ministry thought you the criminal when my parents died. You believed on the words of that faggot. You are losing your mind. Perhaps you ate a poisonous rat while hunting as a dog."
"SMACK! How dare you accuse me of Lily and James's death?"
"What! Hitting! That's how you get your pleasure. No wonder Bella left you. And do you have a guilty conscious?"
"How dare you talk to me like that about my personal matters?"
"I will talk as I like. How dare you interfere in my love life?"
"I am you're godfather!"
"I am no longer a bloody child, Black! I bloody well know what fucking I have to do." Harry hollered with anger.
"And fuck to you're ethics. I know how were you. You accuse Hermione! No wonder you are a jealous freak! You are jealous from even you're godson! You are jealous just because your godson found someone who is beautiful, but also caring, loving and lovable! Better then your freaking hoard of fucking girl friends! You are pitiable Black…Just pitiable."
"What do you think you are Potter? Your parents would have disappointed at you. You think you are equal to your parents, and you make Hermione equal to Lily! She is nothing but a little fuckble worm in front of her." Harry felt if someone had hit him with crucitus curse. Not one, but thousands. He couldn't say anything. He felt numb. Tears came in his eyes. He barely registered someone running away from the adjacent row, sobbing continuously.
"No Sirius black! They would have been proud with their son and Lily would have killed you. You deserve to die!" Suddenly a raised voice came for afar and soon Harry saw a man approaching him. He was clad in ragged cloths, yet he seemed to be glowing with anger.
"Professor Lupin…?"
"Remus! What the hell were you saying?"
"I was telling a bloody truth." Harry had never heard Professor Lupin swearing, but he seemed to be vibrating jolts of energy from his body and tongue. He looked towards Harry.
"Harry go and see after Hermione. See that she doesn't harm herself." Remus said to Harry.
"And Harry, you parents would been proud with you, how you stood up for your loved one"
But Harry didn't seem to listen to his last sentence. Instead, he was registering something else. He now remembered the figure that had run past him sobbing. Brown hairs…Blue Robes, so very like the robes he had given to Hermione for her birthday…Hermione! Harry's mind did a huge somersault. With great horror he realized that Hermione had listened to there whole confrontation.
Harry felt a strange type of fear and anger suspend his mind.
What would Hermione think? She would be heart broken and with sinking realization Harry realized that she might do something…something horrible to herself.
I have to go after her. Curse Sirius! Course the day I saved him from dementors!
He Turned towards Sirius.
"You have done it bloody son of a bitch. You have sent my girlfriend away. Happy now! You poisonous son of a fart! Perhaps this would help your boastful ego. You bloody bastard. You are detestable! I hate you!" with these words, teas running down his red cheek, Harry ran away towards the castle.
Sirius stood there for a moment, realizing what he had done. Realization dawned on him. His face became void. Remus looked at his friend with concern. Sirius's face blanched for a while and then in an almost monotone voice he almost said to himself.
"You are detestable Black, you really are." With that he collapsed. (chapter finished)