Full moon

Historie til konkurrencen: Fantastiske skabninger og hvor de findes. Jeg har valgt den tredje mulighed, altså at skrive en fanfiction i en anden tid end hvad man er vant til.
This story takes place a long time before anyone had even thought about Harry Potter.
The story is written from Sirius Black's point of view, and is about his 7th year at Hogwarts.
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(Billedet som er brugt til cover er ikke mit originale. Jeg fandt billedet på pinterest og klippede derefter selv månen ind og skrev titel + forfatternavn på)

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I heard someone walk down the stairs. It was probably Mrs. Potter. She came in to the living room, but I pretended as if I was still asleep. A few minutes later, she woke me up. “Good morning. James will be down in a minute. He is going to be thrilled to see you” she said and went to the kitchen. Mrs. Potter was a slim and neat lady. Even though James looked most like his father, he had his mothers hazel brown eyes.
“Mom! Have you seen my wand?” James yelled as he came down the stairs, his hair was messy as always. At first he didn’t see me and he was on his way to the kitchen, when he realized. “Sirius?” he asked a bit confused “what are you doing here?” Mrs. Potter walked into the living room and before I got to answer, she said: “He came last night. He is going to stay here”. James understood what was going on and didn’t ask more questions about it.
Mr. Potter came down the stairs. He had the same messy, dark hair as James and was also proportioned the same way; tall and slim. He looked a little confused at me at first, but then came over and shook my hand. "Hello Sirius" he said "Hi"

Mrs. Potter served the breakfast. As usual when Mrs. Potter cooked, there was enough food to satisfy two dozen. I loved Mrs. Potters cooking. We all sad around their little, rickety table in the kitchen, when we heard something in the hallway. Mrs. Potter went out there to see what it was. I started to fear that it was my parents, but then I reminded myself that they didn't know where I was, and even if they did, they probably wouldn't come looking for me. And sure enough, when Mrs. Potter came back she was carrying two envelopes which were written on with green ink. She handed them to me and James. It was our Hogwarts letters. I browsed through the book list, and panicked a little. I hadn't brought a lot of money, because I had been in such a hurry to get out of the house. How was I going to pay for all the new school supplies?
"Excited for the last year Padfoot?" asked James with a grin "Yeah, sure" I said. Of course James senced that something was bothering me, but he didn't say anything. "Yes, you will be concluding your N.E.W.T studies this year" said Mrs. Potter "you'll have to studie a lot, right boys?" "sure mom" said James and rolled his eyes at me with a smirk. 
We finished the breakfast and went upstairs to James' room. Like the rest of the house, James' room was much more cozy and homely than my own house. Over his bed was a Gryffindor banner just like in my own room.
In the beginning we just chatted a bit about the usual stuff, but I knew that James would want an explanation to as why I had come to his house in the middle of the night
I explained everything. About the fight with my parents, and the annoying look on Regulus' face, and about the fact that I just couldn't take it anymore. I explained that I had been walking around for hours, not knowing what to do, because I wasn't sure what Mr. and Mrs. Potter would say to me when I showed up at their door in the middle of the night. It was actually quite nice to talk about it.
"You can always come here Padfoot". I smiled at him. We didn't talk about it again for the rest of the vacation. We spend most of that day playing Wizard's Chess.

That night I had to go through everything again. I dreamt about the fight, and it was just as horrible as when it actually happened. The dream woke me up, and it was still dark as coal outside of James' bedroom window. I tried to fall asleep again but I couldn't, until several hours later. 
I didn't tell James about it the next morning. 

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