The Forgotten One

No Shit, Sherlock

-chapter 20-

Sirius. All I see is Sirius. I don't see the young boy who looks just like James, or Remus standing next to him. All I see is Sirius. He goes through the veil, disappearing.

The young boy yells, reaching his hand out to try and catch Sirius. But he can't. Padfoot is gone. Forever.

•••

I snap my eyes open. A dream. It was just a dream. But why did it feel so real? And why was there a boy who looks exactly like James, but with Lily's eyes? Why weren't they there to help this poor boy, who had to be their son?

I sit up in bed, thinking the dream over. Then I swing my legs over the edge of the bed, placing my bare feet on the cold floor.

I walk over to the vanity (Lily's vanity to be exact) and look at my appearance.

My (real) mom said that I'm a metamorphmagus. Meaning I can change my appearance at will.

I stare daggers at my reflection, imagining myself with long, straight, jet black hair. As soon as the clear image comes into my mind, it comes true. My hair turns from strawberry-blonde to jet black. Cool.

I then imagine myself with bright blue eyes. My grey eyes slowly turn to a dazzling blue.

I grab the mascara that's on the table in front of me, and layer it on my eyelashes. It really brings out my newly blue eyes.

I turn around and walk over to my chest at the end of my four-poster bed. I lift the top and dig through it until I find what I'm looking for.

I go into the bathroom to change. Then I throw my pajamas on my bed and grab my wand from my side table, stuffing it in my pocket.

I walk out of my dorm.

Sirius's POV:

Wow.

That's the only word to describe the beautiful girl sitting at the long table by herself.

She has long, straight jet black hair, and dazzling blue eyes. They remind me of the ocean. She's wearing tight black biker legging things, a tight black t-shirt and a black leather jacket.

I run my hand through my hair. Then I walk over to her.

I sit down next to her. She looks up at me, a smirk on her face.

"Hey," I say causally.

"Hi." She says curtly.

"I'm Sirius," I say. "And you are...?"

"Logan." The girl says.

"What a wonderful name," I complement.

"Thanks." Logan blushes slightly.

"So where're you from?" I ask, getting the conversation started. "I've never seen you 'round here before. And I'm sure I would've, seeing as how beautiful you are."

"I suggest the pumpkin latte." She says, then gets up and walks out of the Hall.

Pumpkin latte.

Oh my god.

Third Person POV:

The black haired girl wanders around Hogwarts until she decides to go to their tree.

She climbs up, sitting on the highest branch she can reach. She leans her head against the trunk, thinking.

Sirius didn't recognize her. But why would he? She looks completely different. She changed her hair color, length and made it straight. And her eyes. She went from grey to bright blue.