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100 Drabbles for the Mischievous Sarah Black - Sa13+ -fanfare- http://i1138.photobucket.com/albums/...00Drabbles.jpg Info: Sarah Black is MY character. Understand? Not ours, not your, but MINE! She is daughter of Sirius Black, God-Daughter of Remus Lupin, Metamorphmagus and a fiery, cheeky troublemaker. Full Stop. 1. Herbology 2. Muggle Studies 3. Transfiguration4. Ancient Runes 5. Astronomy 6. Divination 7. Care of Magical Creatures 8. Potions 9. Defense Against the Dark Arts 10. Arithmancy 11. History of Magic 12. Charms 13. Quidditch 14. Hogwarts, A History 15. Room 16. Dragonhide Gloves 17. Cauldron 18. Whomping Willow 19. Wand 20. Hogsmeade 21. Veela 22. Kneazle 23. Telescope 95. Snowball 'What do you three have to say for yourselves?' asked Professor McGonagall with her sternest look. 'Can we go back outside now?' asked Sarah hopefully. McGonagall looked the small, neon blue haired girl standing in front of her, with the fiery personality of her father, yet had the gentle sweetness of her mother. 'You will each write an apology letter, and serve detention tonight at 6 'o' clock in my office. Now go.' she said, dismissing them. Sarah, Fred and George scampered quickly. 'All that for simply bewitching a few snowballs to bounce off Professor Quirrell's turban?' asked Fred incredulously. 56. Fight |
Sarah glared at Draco. ‘Shouldn’t you be out running around in a mask with Daddy?’ she snapped. ‘Don’t you dare insult my father Black.’ He growled. ‘Just did.’ ‘Stop that.’ ‘Make me.’ They circled each other. Sarah punched Draco in the stomach. ‘Oooo.’ He said, doubling up. She kicked him from behind so he toppled over, and they started rolling round on the ground. Harry and Ron were yelling ‘Fight Fight Fight! Go Sarah Go!’ A loud bang alerted them, and Sarah jumped up, her nose bleeding massively. They looked round. ‘Where did all the Death-Eaters go?’ asked Hermione. |
80. Authors Choice: Ferret Boy 'Push off Draco.' Sarah groaned. 'What's up Black? Depressed?' sneered Draco. That's exactly the problem. Unfortunately, you aren't helping.' she said, standing up and walking off. She breathed slowly and steadily. ‘Missing Daddy?’ he taunted. She spun round and waved her hand. Where an annoying little slytherin once stood, now stood a pure white ferret. ‘Little boys who play with fire get their fingers burnt.’ She said. She picked him up and walked to Snape’s office. ‘Enjoy, Ferret Boy.’ She said, opening the door to Snape’s office, which was thankfully empty, and throwing Draco into the caldron on the desk. |
64. Nap Sirius opened an eye. He had been having a nap, but had been woken by his 8-month-old daughter, who standing on her feet, looking at him with puppy-dog eyes, her hair a Gryffindor red. ‘Me wanna nap with daddy!’ she said. ‘You heard her Sirius, she wanna nap with daddy!’ said Samantha, his beautiful wife, poking her head round the kitchen door, her hair matching her daughter’s. Sirius pulled a face at her as he lifted Sarah up. The small girl giggled, then almost seem to fall asleep instantly, lying on his chest. He smiled and stroked her hair softly. |
‘KREACHER!’ yelled Sarah. Kreacher stopped, something stuffed down his loincloth. ‘What have you stolen this time?’ Sarah asked. Kreacher mumbled and pulled out a gilded locket, embossed with an S in the form of a snake. Sarah looked at him. ‘You really like that, don’t you?’ she asked. ‘Why?’ After hearing the whole story, she nodded. ‘Hide it in your den.’ She whispered, giving him a gentle push. He tottered off. ‘You’re too soft with him, you know that?’ said Sirius, appearing at the door. ‘I know.’ She said, leaning against her dad, as he wrapped his arms round her. |
Sarah held the time-turner she had pinched from the ministry at the Battle. A rush of thoughts flooded her mind. She could go back, save her dad, or go back even farther and, and stop Peter from becoming the Potter’s secret keeper. She could make sure Harry didn’t become an orphan. She could stop her past self having to suffer the tyrant of abuse in the Orphanage. Then, her heart stepped in. She knew she could cause just as much damage, if not more. She placed it on the table. ‘But it still wouldn’t work out, would it?’ she whispered. |
‘Bloody snatchers!’ She yelled as she ran. Sarah ran from the Snatchers. Behind her she could here them catching up. ‘I can’t keep this going much longer!’ she thought with panic. She knew what would happen if they caught her. They would take her to Malfoy Manor, where Lucius, shudder, wanted her to marry Draco. She wanted to vomit at the thought. ‘Why did I leave the safety of Remus’s home!’ she cried. She tripped over a tree root, and straight into someone’s arms. ‘Hello Bon-Bon.’ Said a voice. ‘Remus!’ she cried She had no more reason to be fearful. |
69. Slap Sarah Black left the theater, having just been to watch The Phantom Of the Opera. She couldn’t believe that Christine fell for Raoul. What, apart from fight another guy, did he ever do for her? Because The Phantom sang to her day and night, wrote plays for her, offered her an enchanting life for just the two of them, cared for her, helped her career, created and taught her voice, he took her to where he lived that was full of candles and he made her an amazing wedding dress! She seriously just wanted to slap Raoul, for being there! |
Sarah clutched her bunch of roses, magically green. She was pushed and prodded up to where Draco stood, stumbling over her emerald green dress, as he stood in dark green dress-robes ‘Ahh, the bride had made it.’ Said Draco. He cupped her chin. ‘Get-off-me-before-I-curse-you.’ She growled. ‘If anyone had any reason,’ said Lucius, acting as Vicar, ‘Why these two should not be wed, except the bride, let them speak now, or forever hold their peace’ The door burst open and a multitude of spells shot in. ‘I think they do.’ Said Sarah quietly as Sirius rushed up, followed by Remus. |
Sarah lay on the floor, whimpering. Her duel with Bellatrix hadn’t gone exactly to plan. ‘Do you want another taste of pain, little Sarah?” asked her cousin, Bellatrix. ‘No, No, please, just make it stop.’ She whispered. ‘I want my daddy.’ ‘Awww, well, Daddy’s not here.’ Smirked Bellatrix. ‘Crucio!’ Sarah screamed, one that could be heard for miles away. Suddenly the pain went away. ‘Do you want me to end it?’ asked Bellatrix. ‘Please, just kill me, just kill me.’ Sarah whispered. ‘Stupefy!’ yelled a voice. Bellatrix flew into a tree, and Sarah was sobbing into her father’s warm chest. |
BANG! Silence BANG! More Silence BANG! BANG! BANG! ‘What on earth do you think they are doing up there Arthur?” asked Molly. “I don’t know dear.” Said Arthur. “Molly, its Fred, George and Sarah all in one room. What do you think they’re doing?” asked Tonks Sirius exchanged glances with Remus. “Making Practical Jokes if I know that trio best.” Said Remus Sirius grinned. “Just like her father.” added Dumbledore with his peaceful smile. “I swear those three could make a business out of Tricks and Practical Jokes” |
Deborah Smith sat on her bed, looking out at the pouring rain. There was a knock, and she looked up to see an old man with a white beard. ‘Deborah Smith! You have a guest.’ Barked Miss Higgle-Bottom. After she had gone, the man sat on the bed. ‘How do you do, Sarah?’ he asked. ‘My name’s Deborah.’ She said quietly. ‘No, I’m quite certain it’s Sarah. Sarah Black.’ He chuckled. ‘Sounds better than Deborah anyway.’ She said. She took the letter gently from his old hand. It wads then on that Sarah Black found and used her real name. |
Sarah sat on the sofa, in Shell Cottage. She held the necklace that Remus had given her for her 16th Birthday. It had been 7 month’s since she had seen him. ‘Sarah?’ asked Harry. ‘You okay?’ ‘Just miss Remus.’ She mumbled. She lay back, and looked at the words carved into her arm. Blood-Traitor. ‘And proud of it.’ She muttered. There was a crash on the door. She heard Bill run to open it. She ran into the next room, and saw her Godfather. ‘Sarah!’ he exclaimed. ‘Remus!’ she cried, running into his arms, as Goddaughter and Godfather were reunited. |
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