LanaLuv3

A female character was self-inserted into the Potter universe with medium recollection of the plots. As a non-interventionist, the character couldn't bring herself to care for the main characters and strife to profit from the background. Afterall, she had nothing to do with the overall stories. With or without her, life would still go on. In the meantime, why not gain everything on the side while the plots focus on the MCs? tehehe


Vautoure (french) = vulture (EN)
- person who preys on or exploits others

*There are many plot holes. It is not a book with serious-vibe. It's pure entertainment for me.Read at your own risks. You've been warned!

Notes: non English native speaker here. Just trying to improve my writing skills. Obviously, all Harry Potter belong to JK rowling and others holding the patents. I'm just a puny little fan who write fanfic for entertainment. Also, all non-english translations use google translate, so please pardon my mistakes. I simply don't know any better. Tx ~~

A Vautour Tale: HP_on hiatus

I'm back, temporarily. Short update here. Please bear with me... 


Being born a Black, Sirius always knows he has quite a temper. Years of torment have changed him for the worse. First, by his mother's hand, and next by the anguish of grief and betrayal, then lastly by the torturous state of Azkaban and its immortal nightmarish local residents. 


There were times when he could not think anymore. His brain got all foggy and hazy. Memories just mixed together randomly. One moment he would be sad and angry and shout at anything. Next, he would laugh maniacally. Anyone near him will surely notice the blaring signs of the infamous Black madness surfacing. Even Sirius himself realizes that he is simply not right in the head. 


So when somebody offers him a rat one cold night, he decides almost reflexively that nothing shall be in his way of getting the damn rat. Although he knew he could be more cautious of the offer, being careful is never his way of life. Impulsive and crass, he is more familiar. 


The rat was damn ugly. It's all puffy and gritty and looking flabby. Sirius could see what years of living free do to this obnoxious thing. Nothing sort of life here, of course. He feels vindictive. Why would this bloody rat get to live in comfort while he suffers long and arduous torture?


At that moment, he could almost feel repulsed by his choice of friend. The brotherhood he used to proudly flaunt to his blood-supremacist family. His Gryffindor brothers. 


Alas, he could do nothing about the past. Long gone were his youth and his naivete. Long gone, also, were James and Lily and everything he ever cared about. He is a hollow man. Nothing could fill the void that is his heart. 


Pointing his hand that holds the rat's wand, he whispered a bombarda to the nearby wall. 


Sirius Black (2)