Chapter 4: The Books

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A/N: So you impatient peoples… here it is just so you will stop bothering me!

We found it, the spell. Of course, I won't be the one to perform it, as I would probably say it wrong, and you only get to do it once in your whole life. So Remus is going to do it, and I trust him completely. Let this be known, I would trust him with my life!

We are sitting in my living room; in the 'Noble and Ancient House of Black' or as I like to say 'Ugly and Hopeless House of Crack-Heads'. Normally I would be moping and sulking around, but I am almost ecstatic with glee.

I am finding it very hard to sit still while Remus is reading the paper. I just want him to do the spell so I can learn all about my most favorite person alive.

I am so lost in my happy thoughts of glee and fluff, that I almost miss Remus speaking to me.

"Padfoot….Padfoot." He begins to get impatient. "PADFOOT!"

His voice attacks my skull, dragging me out of my thoughts, and I land on earth with an unpleasant thump. For a second, I am dazed and confused. As If I really have fallen from the sky, and landed on my head.

"I think I can do it now."

He now has my utmost and full attention, my ecstasy ebbing slowly away, and apprehension setting in. He raises his wand, points it at the sky and shouts

"MIFADY FERDA!"

There is a loud crack of booming thunder, and the lights start flashing as they would in a real storm, had they been muggle. The wind turned green, and swirled all around us so fast and tight so I couldn't breathe. I struggle to inhale and exhale, and now the wind is swirling even faster, and breathing is totally and completely, out of the question.

My thoughts, become faster and faster until finally, I fall.

My eyes flutter open, and I see Sirius lying beside me. I try to get up, but find that I can't. The spell has weakened me. It took a ton of my strength. The smoke has still not cleared so I can't tell if it worked. If it didn't work then I am going to be so pissed.

Sirius looks over at me, with concern and worry carved upon his figure. It is one of the very few looks that doesn't suit him. He drags me to my feet and sets me on my chair. He sits down and at the exact moment he does, the smoke is sucked through the ceiling, as though he sat on the on switch to a giant vacuum.

There on the table sits the books.

A/N: Yay, I am so happy, I wrote so much and yes the next chapter will be up in a few days and they will start reading the books.