Sirina Rose Potter

Chapter Five

CH. 5

"Lunch?" Remus's voice calls from outside the door, along with a soft knock.

"Come in." I answer, pulling my hair up in a pony tail. He comes in carrying a tray of food, way more than I'll ever eat, but that's just how Mrs. Weasley is. "Thanks." I say with a smile as he sets it down on my table.

"So what have you been doing up here?" He asks, sitting on the foot of my bed.

"Rereading Hogwarts; A History." I state. "Now that I can't do magic, there's not much else I can do."

"Sorry," He laughs. "That's how all underage wizards are. No magic."

"But they're not stuck up here like Rapunzel." I sigh.

"What?"

"Nevermind." I shake my head, realizing I mentioned a Muggle fairytale. "Anyways, Tonks said she wants to go shopping." I laugh. "Shopping? Really?"

"I think it's a good idea." He says, nodding. "You need robes, and other supplies..."

"I guess so...But I have no money." I say, looking down.

"Oh..right.." He looks away, thinking. He opens his mouth to say something, but before he does, someone calls his name from downstairs. "I'll come back later." He promises before standing and going back downstairs.

I lay back on my bed, slowly eating the food that was sent up for lunch. I stared up at the ceiling, wishing there was something interesting to do with this room. I bet if I ask, Sirius would let me paint. Add some color and personality.

I stand, opening the curtains and window to let the sunshine and August air flow in. I turn around hearing a crack. "Sir--" I pause, not seeing Sirius. I freeze, my eyes wide staring at two redheaded boys in front of me.

"Who are you?" We all ask at the same time. "Who am I? Who are you?" We all three ask again.

Knowing I shouldn't feel threatened, or look threatening, I slowly take my wand from my pocket. "Look, you shouldn't be here..."

"We shouldn't?" One of them asks. "We've lived here all summer."

"I know...but this room is locked for a reason." I say slowly, preparing myself to wipe their memories. "You shouldn't know I'm here." I raise my wand, "Oblivi--"

"Wait!" The other cuts me off. "Are you of age?"

I groan, lowering my wand. "No.." I shove my wand angrily into my back pocket, having forgotten my new rules. "I'll have to make someone else do it."

"Wait, who are you?" One asks.

"Well, you'll forget later anyways." I shrug. "My name is Sirina, and you are?"

"I'm Fred, this is George." The one closer to me says. "Why are you here?"

"Because..." I pause, not knowing if I should say anything. Then say it anyways, figuring somebody would wipe their memories. "Sirius is my godfather."

"No way." They say together. "Crazy."

"Yea, crazy." I roll my eyes.

"How old are you?" Fred asks me.

"Fifteen." I answer, brushing my bangs out of my face out of habit, then quickly regretting it, and letting it fall again.

"Woah, what was that?!" George comes closer, and moves the hair, ignoring my attempts to push him away. "A lightning scar?!"

"Yes, please stop now!" I push him away with all of my strength, backing away. "I don't want to talk about it."

"You've got to be lonely up here, yea?" Fred raises his eyebrows. "Look, if you don't have Sirius erase our memory, we'll come up and visit a bit."