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These Old Bones

The sun shone in through the windows of the dusted over bedroom window, of the room he was staying in. His head was throbbing as he winced, opening his eyes ever so slightly. Wheezing a bit he grudgingly rolled himself out of bed. His head still throbbing as he stood up, ever since he found himself back in his sixteen year old body, this impending headache seemingly never went away. He often wondered if this was the pain Harry felt back before Vodomort was defeated. Everything inside his mind seemed to be a collected blur of his life before death. He seemed to only manage to keep the good memories for the man found himself eagerly blocking out all the bad moments of his life, including his time in Azkaban, and that of his own death. He couldn't even remember dying, or the moments that led up to it. In fact, the last thing he remembered was that of turning into Padfoot and delivering Harry off to Hogwarts, for his fifth year.

A mighty shock it had been when one day the darkness that had taken over him seemed to disappear. That headache developing, and waking up in a confusion. The moment he saw himself in a mirror he couldn't help but to let out a bit of a scream. The events after that seemed to be rather...daunting, rather unusual. Seeing himself as the sixteen year old he once was, had been a shock, but the biggest shock was being told he had been once dead. Dead for nearly three years, he really didn't know how to partake in this information, was he happy? Was he confused? Upset? Clueless? Every time anybody tried to tell him what happened to him he quickly shook his head, held up his hand and told them to stop. He would glorify in life right now, even if he found himself stuck in an age he rather not be.

Of course, this age was much better than that of the Azkaban age. Yet, now he was stuck attending Hogwarts again, why couldn't fate have at least made him eighteen instead of sixteen? He wondered if this was some way of letting those people that died unfairly have a chance to start over. He wondered if it was fates way of saying "Mr. Black, you deserve this, you deserve to live a life where you're not always on the run. You deserve a life, a real life, and here is your chance." He knew many people were worried about everyone coming back, he knew a crisis was developing because a man kept returning people from the dead, but right now Sirius Black found himself mighty happy to be alive again, to be reunited with those he loved, even if it meant this impending headache, and a return to Hogwarts. 

Sirius Black certainly would be up to his old ways in no time. He never really did grow up. 

Hogwarts was why he found himself in Diagon Ally right now, searching through the racks of robes to find a pair that would be best fitted for himself. He only had a few pairs of clothing, so needless to say he was quite anxious to get himself some more clothing, comfortable at that. Money was a tiny issue for the fact he didn't exactly have a family to take him in, then again, he always got by on his own just fine. He knew that not everyone that came back from the dead would have places to go, but at least there was Hogwarts for the majority of them. It seemed to be their stepping stone to help them adapt back into the world, starting them as students, giving them a place to go. The summer would be the only downfall now. 

So, many questions, so many what are we going to do from some of the people brought back, but Sirius here was just taking it one day at a time. He may have done some frowned upon items to get the money to buy his school supplies, but at least he was alive. 

And, that would explain the little hum to his step as he looked through school qudditch robes, in the daylight.

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What could be worse than going through your most awkward painful years? For Charity it was going through them a second time, much less going through them without having a foggiest idea of how to size her former teenage self in a uniform. Truly Charity had no idea how to embrace the body of her former sixteen year old self, much less be even realistic when it came to outfitting it with the size appropriate clothing.[break][break]

Charity had no understanding of to what degree she had let herself go, well till she had selected that size twelve uniform to find it not only shapeless, but it wouldn’t even stay on her hips. Naturally it was that little ill-fitting fact that had left Charity Burbage to wander into robe fitting shop with the tattered remains of her latest attempt at fitting her what looked like an appropriate size seven which turned out to be a grievous misjudgment. [break][break]

Tragically it was not quite as unfortunate as her attempt at being fitting that floppy sack, Mark that….The now floppy sack of a skirt that fell off her narrow hips during her care of magical animal’s class due to her botched seamstress attempt.. MARK THAT AGAIN….. The floppy sack of skirt that had publically humiliated her prior to being picked grazed on by a Welsh Aldet, which meant that she was at this robe shop seeing if they could fit the blasted thing as well remove the acidic drool that was burning to the touch.. [break][break]

Sadly with her uniform in shambles she was left to the drift in Diagon clad in her common day attire which consisted of oversized jeans that required her to hitch them up a with a good tug ever third step, and her consignment store jumper that made her hair frizz out anytime the hood touched a wayward curl. [break][break]

One hand on her waistband determined not to make the same fatal error she had made during Care for Magical Animals. Thankfully the clientele in the current clothing emergency situation wouldn’t eat her jeans if they did drop. [break][break]

Shuffling past various racks of brightly colored cloaks, she didn’t see who it was till she flopped the tattered remnants of her skirt on the counter top, and glanced to her left and that is when she spotted him. [break][break]

“Why hello there Sirius Black.. You looking or fire resistant knickers again?”

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These Old Bones

Not wanting to admit it he may have borrowed some money from his friends. These friends consisting of Harry Potter and James Potter. The two seemed to still manage to have some funds, and Sirius here came back from the dead with nothing. Not really a huge issue for the fact he left the world with nothing. He seemed to always find a way around not having a family, or rather a family that disowned him. This would be because he had always been grateful for the people he surrounded himself with. However, he still preferred not to take money from his friends, but right now he had no real other choice. It was either this or go clothe less. Mr. Black decided not to dwell for long on this downfall mainly because he preferred to be alive, and right now that was all that mattered. How could he complain about no money when he was getting a fresh start at life?

He had skimmed through all of the Qudditch Robes deciding on buying at least one pair in case he decided on trying out for Qudditch this term. Though part of him knew he wouldn't because he was still trying to get a grasp on life again. He wondered if he'd even have time to play Qudditch, or if people that just came back from the dead would even be allotted. He would love nothing more than to graduate from Hogwarts, and then, proceed to play Qudditch professionally. If this really were a fresh start, if he could still handle a broom, nothing was in his way now to live out the life that he had once wanted for himself.

The real clothing he needed were a little less fun to shop for. He needed to gather up some new Gryffindor Robes and maybe even a nicer set of dress robes. You could never be certain when you needed to look nice. He already had enough 'muggle' clothing, but he was not a muggle, he was a Wizard. He knew some people refused to wear muggle clothing no matter what day it was, or where they were at, this was not the case for Sirius. He would wear whatever was the most comfortable and cheapest, and that usually resulted in some muggle attire. That and it was always easier to blend in around the world if you weren't in robes.

He had his hands filled with three pairs of robes now when he heard his name. Turning his head he saw Charity Burbage, another person that was experiencing a similar reborn again event. He hadn't really gotten a chance to fully talk to anyone else about their experience, he wondered if others got these awful headaches as well. He also wondered if everyone else was taking it as well as him. He assumed they weren't for the Wizarding World was in an uproar about bringing back the dead, some were happy, some weren't, but Sirius refused to let them drag him down. In fact, he wasn't really all that interested in discussing what had happened. He just wanted to live life, and he knew some people were irritated by this.

"Hello, Charity." he gave her a bright grin. "Charity Burbage. You're looking like you just woke up from a long sleep, well-rested, and quite pretty if I might add." the grin turning into a charming smile, thinking his joke had been quite on key. "I really ought to get a pair of those, if I can ever find myself a pair. It's always better to be safe than sorry. I can't tell you how many times James and I nearly set our knickers on fire." a twinkle in his eyes as he remembered some of his memories from his time before death. "I'm just picking up some school robes however. Can you believe it? Back to Hogwarts, were reliving Hogwarts." the way he said it, it was clear he took a lot of this as entertainment, a joke, and certainly as no big deal.

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Ash Like Snow

Why do things have to be awkward.. Isn't bad enough that I get the pleasure of being the subject of speculation without being stricken with a complete absent mind when spontaneously placed in the close proximity to what is possibly the only other person who could know what it feels like to be going through this.

Of course the moment the thought flickered to her mind she was instantly pulled to think of Severus after all it wasn't the first time she crossed paths with one like her.. However it that situation was painful, it even pained her to think of it. The very thought of that particular person caused a pain like no other to blaze threw her, because acknowledging it was a betrayal to herself.. If there was a man that didn't deserve that sadness it was Severus Snape.. Still body and mind didn't cooperate with reason and the knowledge that he too perished wreaked havoc that she still didn't' comprehend that she didn't even want to begin to comprehend.

This is different.. This is Sirius he is probably as confused by this as you are... Though as her hazel eyes drifted over his shoulders and down his arms that looked as muscular as she remembered them a slow smirk flickered on her lips. As she noticed his clothes.. "Look at you being all charming... Careful Sirius Black one is likely to peg you a cad whom is un-capable of changing his ways even after a life time.. " Offering a teasing wink she shrugged off her hair over her shoulder and began moving clothing around in basket folding her skirts twice over and tossing a pair of tights over to hang over the edge she winced as it revealed the sets of bras that had once been hidden.. Quickly covering them with her skirt but knowing that regardless of her attempt it was likely not to miss his keen eye that if she remembered correctly never missed anything of worth.

"Think you got it bad aye Black.. Try waking up to find you shrunk a size in a place you didn't want to shrink.. Yes Perky but If I lose anymore, and I'm picking through the junior Ladies intimate apparel section... Again... Merlin Sakes don't mind me waking up with a smaller bum mind you but hell leave the good stuff alone.....[break][break]

MERLIN SAKES your discussing your lack of breasts to him.. NOT APPROPRIATE... Oh MY GOD GIRL... THIS IS SIRIUS BLACK NOT YOUR MUM...

Charity knew better than to look up to see if Sirius was indeed as horrified as she was in this moment of over-sharing. She simply waved her hand off in a non-committed wave of apology, but the look on her face screamed it.. She was indeed shocked by her little random remark about being back in her teenage self.. Attempting to lighten the mood and perhaps pull a laugh from him so he would forget what she had just said.. Just in case that the fates might be kind at least once today she shrugged.

"Glad to see that upon all my short comings. I have at least been brought back without being completely awkward with the lone talent of saying what has to be the most randomly absurd crap people have the misfortune of hearing.. LUCKY ME...But yes No doubt you will find a use for them flame resistant knickers but I hear they have improved the hex damage on them now. So yeah that is just wonderful let’s hear it for some lucky knickers..

OH Wow JUST KILL ME KNOW.. Please kill me now before I open my trap and being to discuss menstrual cycles. Cause yeah that is the direction we are going.. ONE Way Straight to seeing him run screaming from the shop...

Pinching the bridge of her nose she sighed, and added as a last ditch effort at being less odd.. " Ummm you run into anyone else.. Preferably anyone else that doesn’t' suffer from Diarrhea of the mouth complex that is actually useful for information that doesn't deal with intimate apparel?"

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These Old Bones

Sirius Black easily deemed in his younger years as an immature fool that needed to find a way to grow up. Even a frisk with death had still not managed to make the man grow up. He didn't feel as if it were really needed either, for the simple fact that he never even got the chance to live his life, not even a chance to grow up really, for he was sent to Azkaban at such a young age and left in a dark misery. He had his moments where he knew he had to act more mature, knew that he needed to grow up and not pick on people he thought were beneath him, in example, Severus Snape. Of course, as grew up, Severus and Sirius could still never see eye to eye, even in their adult bodies.

Sirius was the type of man that was quite quick for motives, drawing out a wand with a hot head as he'd curse anyone that thought of talking down to him, or the people he loved. He was still quick to anger in certain regards, and still very eager to fight for what he loved, and who he loved. That was something that would never seem to go away with Mr. Black. He found himself quickly resorting back to his sixteen year old self when he came back from the dead, however. It just seemed so natural for him to walk around the world with a slight cockiness to his step, and merely flirting with the woman he came across. In some ways he felt the need to be careful in these aspects because who really knew if he were flirting with someone much too young, in some ways he felt disgusted at his hormones, for the simple fact that he had not died a sixteen year old boy. He tried not to entangle himself in too much disgust though for the fact that he felt this was his second chance at life. He wouldn't have to go to Azkaban, and he had a shot to really become something, he had a shot at being young again, and he wasn't about to waste it worrying, or acting like an elderly man.

Gasping at her, he looked shocked, "Whatever do you mean!? I wasn't aware I needed to change, Charity. I'm quite content with the way i've turned out, at any age in my history books." smirking, his eyes narrowed down to the items in her hands. He had caught on to the fact she was attempting to hide a certain article of clothing, which only made his smirk grow that much fonder. A chuckle escaping his lips, as he listened to her rambling.

"I wouldn't have noticed," his eyes scanning away from the clothing in her eyes, before quite hesitantly staring rather bluntly at her chest. "But, I guess, they have gotten a bit small. But, still quite nice," a cheeky grin etched out onto his face, as he maneuvered his eyes back up to hers. Acting as if this was a normal conversation about say a pair of shoes, and not the poor girl’s chest.

He could sense her awkwardness, but it wasn't phasing Sirius all that much, as he shrugged off, and laughed at all her misfortunes. If anything it was just pleasing to Sirius's ears to listen as this poor girl attempted communication; rather cute in a way. His entertainment for the day, that was for certain. He picked up another garment and threw it over his arms, turning away from her for only a moment, as she spoke on again. He had chosen to not comment anymore on what she deceived as awkwardness in an attempt not to make her anymore uncomfortable than she probably already was right now. A kind gesture for Sirius, because normally he would be running with this, and not letting the poor girl live down her flustered moments.

"James is the only other person I've seen, and Harry." pausing a bit, he turned back to look at her. "But, I assume you mean, back from the dead." he spoke as if he were just talking about the weather, as if this weren't unusual at all.

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