Something Just Doesn't Belong... [Tyler&&Padfoot]

[padfoot!]

Okay, so we're gonna kind of continue/re do a roleplay we had going a LONG time ago, like at the beginning of last summer. I was not sure where we could put it on any of our sites, so I'm gonna put our thread here. Umm. Yeah. You can lurk if you like, but this is a onexone. Thanks!

Okay, Tyler! Go on and start with the introduction, but even if we just pick it up we gotta re-post it all so everyone who might lurk is not confused and we have back refrences handy!

READY. SET. GO!!!

[Tyler]

((OCC:// Ugh, You couldn't start? lol! Oh well. I'm perfectly fine with starting. If only I can remember what we did in our other rp))

Tyler walked up the steps of Number Twelve Grimwald Place, the house magically appearing between numbers 11 and 12. As always the muggles living in either of those houses didn't notice the shaking and separating. Tyler had always wondered if the Potters were ever going to fix that, but from the looks of it, they never would. Once the house was fully in place Tyler knocked on the door.

Harry Potter, the Harry Potter answered it. He had a birthday hat on and was smiling. "Oh, Hi Tyler. Come in, the kids are somewhere." And with that he ran into the kitchen to see what was going on in there. Tyler laughed a little to himself.

Tyler stepped into the house and looked around. Tyler, completely unknowing to what this house had gone through when Harry Potter was just a student, walked in and saw a normal looking house. Sure, the hallways were just a little small and it was unusually tall, but it was almost home. Almost everyday Tyler was over here, to help with stuff, to hang with Sirius, to babysit one of his many cousins, etc.

Tyler looked around looking for Sirius. Quickly giving up the search he yelled, "JAMES SIRIUS POTTER." Tyler laughed knowing Sirius would not like him calling him by his birth name, but Tyler did it almost all the time outside of school. Tyler constantly told Sirius, 'You were given the name, use it.' Sirius would always argue, but Tyler never listened.

~What is taking that boy so long to wake up and dress himself?~ Tyler said after a few more seconds. He opened his Messanger Bag, which was carried everywhere, and pulled out his iPhone and started playing Tetris 3000 3-D.

[padfoot!]

Today was a special day in the Potter household. Not a terribaly special day, but enough that there would be a party happening that night, and the three children were gathered upstairs in the attic trying to figure out the best present to give to their father. It was after all, Harry Potter's birthday.

"I think we should get him a niffler!" cried the middle child, Albus.

"You're the one that wants a niffler," the only girl, a small redhead said. "What do you think Sirius?" she said, turning to their older brother.

"I dunno. I thought of the present last year, and the year before, and the year before, and all the Christmas's inbetween. Why don't you two come up with something for once!" he said to his younger siblings, knowing that wouldn't work out very well.

Then suddenly there was a call from downstairs. It was a friend of theirs, Tyler, calling for Sirius. "Shi- I mean crap." Sirius said, doing his best to not curse so much in front of his younger siblings. It's just weirder when you're around siblings for some reason. "Hey, you two figure something out, and I'll sign my name to it. You know oppisite of how it worked all the years before now." And with that the boy and girl nodded and Sirius took off running down the stairs.

"What's up?" he said when he reached the foot of the stairs, and then saw Tyler and his father in the family room. His dad rushed off toward the kitchen where his mother was, and Sirius shook his head at the ridiculous hat his father was wearing. He wondered very much which of the little cousins had stuck it on his head, with their Uncle George's non-sticky-un-see-able glue. Birthdays were always something crazy at the Potter hosuehold. "Common' upstairs, Tyler. Oh, and call me James again and I'll hex you," he said with a smirk on his face. Tyler knew he was about the only person that could get away with calling him James, but at school, he was nice enough not to.

"Working on present idea's, and as always, the little brother and sister are doing shit for suggestions..." Sirius whispered kind of under his breath until he was sure they were out of earshot of his father. "You're early... Most everyone else is not showing up until later this afternoon." Sirius observed the phone in Tyler's hand. "Why do you always have that thing?" he questioned as the walked back up to the attic where the other two children had seemingly abandoned the search for a present and had ducked out and into a bedroom to hide until Sirius had gotten past them.

[Tyler]

Tyler waited for Sirius; luckily, it wasn’t a long wait. Only a few second after he defeated the first level of the game, Sirius was at the bottom of the steps explaining himself to Tyler.

“Working on present idea's, and as always, the little brother and sister are doing shit for suggestions...”

Tyler simply laughed and followed Sirius upstairs. The stairs, unknown to Tyler were once very rickety and very old. Time had changed them, time changes all. As he thought this, he looked at the walls. Every few inches there was a little indent in the wall to allow some sort of bust or decoration. What used to be there besides the pots of flowers and the magically rotating picture frames, Tyler did not know. Before he knew it, they were both in the attic and Sirius was asking a question. Tyler responded, “I carry this thing around because it tells time, has music on it, goes onto the internet, has games, and I can call people on it.” Tyler knew that Sirius came from a ‘traditional’ family and didn’t use muggle ‘artifacts’ as much as he did. “And if you must know, you always ask that.”

This attic rarely was used for much more than storage, stuff from years past collected dust and spiders. The newer things, from Sirius’ childhood, still lingered near the front. This stuff had a much thinner line of dust than the stuff in the way back. Normally, when looking in the back they searched the middle of the attic. Here was stuff that Harry had forgotten about, but was easily cleanable. Today, however, Tyler went to the very back of the attic where a small window allowed light to pass through. He could see that this window would’ve let in much more light, but decades of dust lay hard upon the glass. Tyler couldn’t clean the window with his hand. Quickly giving up Tyler started opening boxes. Years of dust started to fly into the air. Tyler coughed, “You guys really need to clean some of this stuff out.” Tyler opened up a box only to jump back seeing half-decaying Elf Heads in it. “I mean, elf heads? Really?”

Not wasting any time Tyler opened up a box marked, in rather neat writing, ‘Kaylee’s Things.’ He looked back at the door, and quickly pulled out his iBook. Going to the Magical Reference book section, he searched ‘Kaylee Potter,’ no results. Then he searched ‘Kaylee Black,’ again, no results. “Sirius, who’s Kaylee,” he said as he started to pull out an old typewritten letter. It read:

‘Kaylee,

Had these designed for you. Hope you love them as much as I do. From your friend,.

Battre la Foule’

Tyler looked at the dating on the letter. The letter was dated Aug. 5th 1997. ~This is a really old letter.~ Tyler thought to himself. He looked at the name again, ‘Battre la Foule.’ Somehow Tyler knew that name, but from where?

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Sirius shrugged, “Yeah, I suppose I do ask that a lot, but I guess for you it’s essential to have it, eh?” he asked as they walked upstairs. Everything that Tyler took notice of, Sirius could care less about, for this was his home and he was very used to seeing this sort of stuff like the indents in the walls which once bore the severed heads of house elves, unknown to anyone outside old family friends.

When they reached the top of the stairs to the attic, Sirius realized his brother and sister had ducked out. Not that he was terribly surprised, he knew it was coming the moment he left the attic to come meet Tyler down stairs. He sighed, “I suppose I’ll pass along the note to mum to pick out a present and sign all our names to it this time, I’m more or less out of ideas.”

When Tyler started looking around the attic, which was the only room in the house which did not look as though anyone had attempted to clean it up at all. Sirius laughed as Tyler coughed moving a dusty box, which he opened only to discover its contents was a bunch of severed house elf heads. “This was the best we could do, cleaning it out wise. The house has some crazy ancient magic on it making some things un-removable from the house. For example, the elf heads which once hung along the stairway we just walked up.”

He walked over to where Tyler was and closed the box with a look of pure repulsion on his usually very handsome features. “Exhibit B,” he said pointing to what looked like a portrait with drapes over it. “I’m not sure how, but someone finally got the portrait of Sirius Black’s mother off the walls, but even after they did that, no one’s been able to remove it. She starts screaming the moment you touch the portrait and when any of this got to the front door it was like a barrier keeping us from leaving. Even worse, if anything did get outside, it was weird, whoever held it couldn’t breathe, like their windpipe was being crushed. Some crazy shit, I must admit.”

Sirius watched as Tyler opened up another box, and this one was filled with robes and such, as well as a letter to the person named Kaylee Black. They had never met her of course, for she had disappeared before the war ended. No one really had an explanation for it except that either Voldemort had killed her and no one found her body, or she left on her own terms. But no one thought if Kaylee had a choice that she would have left before avenging her father and helping to end the war.

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Meanwhile, on July 31st 1998, Grimuald Place was as run down as ever looking, and it was occupied by very few people now a days. Mostly because with Albus Dumbledore gone, there was no longer a secret keeper for the hidden home, meaning there was greater risk anybody could find it. But for tonight, there would be a small gathering for Harry Potter’s seventeenth birthday, hosted in his own house, now that Sirius had passed away. Knowing his own daughter, Kaylee would have no desire to step foot in there again once he was gone, because of the things they had accomplished together there. Such as her becoming an animagus, or learning to apparate or even just her own birthdays, the only one the father and daughter had ever shared together.

Today though, Kaylee was there and actually had been for days, weeks. She still was able to go there, weather her god brother Harry owned it or not, she was still a Black descendent and a pure blood and able to get into the home without a problem. Except for the shrieking portrait of her grandmother hanging on the wall; every time Kaylee saw it, she wished to just tear it off the wall and set it to flames. But for now, she was up in her room, her father’s room. The two had shared it because they had roomed so many other Order members when it was being used as Head Quarters for the Order of the Phoenix.

Kaylee was sitting on the bed, wearing her usual jeans with the tattered bottoms, and a grey tank top, her long wavy rich black hair was pulled back in a low pony tail and reached almost three quarters of the way down her back when sitting. Her emerald green eyes scanned the page of a journal her father had once written in. He had been trying to figure out how to go back in time. Probably to change something or another that had happened. Kaylee did not need to know what, just had to hope that the spell worked. It did not say anything under it except for “experimental”, but a lot of the time, things said that and her father had forgotten to scribble it out when he fixed the spell. Hopefully that was the case today.

Kaylee pulled her wand off the bedside table, and raised it with her right arm and started to swish it as instructed and say a extremely short incantation that was written. Suddenly she felt the entire ancient house shake around her, and that lasted a long decent amount of time. She hoped that was the effect of her spell, and not a death eater attack or something. Soon enough though, it stopped but something seemed rather… different.

Like the whole room looked differently. The covers were still Gryffindor shades, but they were all cleaned and new looking. All her spell books were no longer askew all over the floor, but on shelves, the way they belonged. There were no feathers from the Hippogriff Buckbeak, who had lived there for so long and she had never picked up after. The room seemed as though it had been cleaned recently and not about a thousand years ago as he had only moments before. The lights worked better, and the room seemed to be brighter in general. More… What was the word for it… happy?

Kaylee stood up, and noticed that the journal she had just been reading out of was gone, no longer where she had it only moments before, in front of her on the bed. This was all weird, the spell was to take her to what she wished to see. Which, of course, there were two things, one she wanted more than all was to see her dad before he rushed off to the Ministry of Magic so she could stop him. So maybe, he could be attending Harry’s seventeenth birthday party with her. But in the back of her head, she had wanted to see if there was ever a time when the war would be over. Neither seemed to have worked, it only seemed to have cleaned her room.

Then she decided to go out, and see if anything else had changed. Perhaps she was remembering it wrong, and that seeing as she had been at Hogwarts, maybe her father had gotten around to cleaning up a bit with his lack of anything else to do. She always knew how much he hated being cooped up in the old house. She had felt the same way about her old home. When she walked out into the hall, she realized something was missing. The elf heads were no longer hanging along the hall, and it was brightly lit. She followed the stairs up slowly, this was way too weird.

With her wand held out in front of her, Kaylee finally made her way up to the attic, and saw that the door was not closed fully. That was weird, she always left the attic shut when she left, and no one else dared to go up there. She heard voices inside, and did not recognize either of them. Cautiously, Kaylee started to push the door open, and see who was there, still with her wand at the ready for anything.

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[Tyler]

Sirius went into explaining why the heck all of these old things were kept in the attic. It was a rather interesting story, had Tyler been listening to his friend. Tyler was caught in the though of Kaylee Black. It seemed that there was an odd shift in the air; Tyler passed it off as some sort of draft coming from the woodwork. The door was also opening, he didn’t notice that either.

Then there was a beeping sound from his iBook. Tyler opened it again to see that it had found one result on ‘Kaylee Black.’ The iBook automatically expanded the search to news articles. Tyler selected the article from the Quibbler and read aloud;

‘Missing Girl stays missing.

~Luna Lovegood and Neville Longbottom

Kaylee Black, of no relation to the Godfather of Harry Potter, a beloved friend has been missing for four days now. She was last seen on July 30th, 1998 walking King’s Cross Station. We have included a picture of her. It may be possible nargles are to blame, yet we are unsure of how she disappeared. If you see her at all, send an owl to the Quibbler at once, and you will receive 200 gallons, paid in full by Harry Potter. Thank you and watch the nargles!’

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Tyler closed his iBook and wondered what a Nargle was, but that quickly passed as he looked at Sirius. “Did you know any of this?” Tyler asked in a non-threatening voice. He waited for a reply but was distracted by the movement of the attic door. Thinking it was one of Sirius’ siblings, he shouted at the door, “Come on in.”[/blockquote][/blockquote][/center][/color]

[padfoot!]

Sirius looked perplexed at the page on the ibook, an old Quibbler clipping and read it over Tyler's shoulder. "No, I had no idea," he said curiously as he read it. "I mean, I had heard about Kaylee Black from dad once in a while, but he never said what happened to her. He always just kind of abandoned the topic after that." Sirius knew now why that thing was so important to Tyler, he did seem to have a lot of good uses for it, weather Sirius was used to doing things more of the traditional wizarding way or not, he had to admit that thing was kind of cool.

The door started to squeek as there was someone pushing at it. Sirius was about to yell for them to just come in but Tyler beat him to it. He wondered why anyone would be trying so badly to be quiet coming up the stairs and opening the door unless perhaps it was Lily or Albus having forgotten something up here and coming back to get it with hopes of not being dragged back into present picking for their dad. Then when the door opened, Sirius was surprised to see someone he did not know at the door way. This was a rather tall girl, with long raven black hair and heavy eyeliner, and he had definitely never met her before; and she had her wand drawn.

Hearing voices inside she did not recognize made Kaylee a little more apprehensive about going in the attic, but since when did she let a few nerves and a bad feeling stop her from doing anything? Never, thats when. So instead of sitting behind the door like a coward she pushed it open, still with her wand up in front of her, and no sooner had she opened the door than had she seen the two boys who had been speaking. One was slightly shorter than the other, and skinny, the other tall and muscular. She did not recognize either of them, and that worried her.

One of the voices had told her to come in and she was hoping to identify which one. "I don't need permission to enter my ow attic, thank you very much," she said with a cold tone and a dark glare looking towards the both. It was not an evil dark look, just one of moderate annoyance, which Kaylee was accustomed to throwing across the dungeons during potions at other students. She kept her wand up, and asked, "What the hell are you doing in m-, this house?"

She had almost said her house, which she knew was not really true, so she didn't say it. For so long, even when they did not want it to be, this had been hers and her fathers house. Now that he was gone, and the house belonged to Harry she could no longer call it hers, but she knew that Harry would not want anyone else in the house either. Kaylee did not quite know why, but him and herself had the same feeling toward people being there, it was almost like an insult to his memory, except for the fact that Sirius had hated it there. Oh well.

Getting impatient now, Kaylee looked from one boy to another. She pulled the hair tie out of her hair because it was annoying her and it was falling out anyways, and then she said, "Well?" and started to tap her foot a little, in the obnoxious impatient way that she had always done.