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Chapter 17: Sirius Black and the Sorceress Circe

Harry stared at the blank piece of parchment lying on the oak table in a daze of confusion and slight embarrassment. He was sitting at one of the Gryffindor common room tables, not really thinking much about the divination assignment he was supposed to be working on.

He had just finished speaking with Harara, telling her how a relationship between them won't work because he was in love with Ginny. Just thinking back to Harara's semi-shocked expression and words made his face blush a deep crimson for about the 50th time that night. It had been truly embarrassing to find out that she didn't think that there was anything going on between them in the first place, and when he asked her about what happened in potions class the absolute shock had out weighed the embarrassment by far when she told him it wasn't her who had been touching him.

For the life of him, he couldn't figure out who would have done something like that to him. Almost all the Gryffindor girls in his potions class were taken, and he was absolutely sure it couldn't have been any of the Slytherins.

Harry placed two fingers on his temple, trying to rub away the head ache he could feel coming on when his thoughts were interrupted by a low, smooth male voice that he immediately recognized.

"Studying hard, Harry?"

A wide grin spread across Harry's face as he met eyes with his Godfather. Immediately the raven haired boy jumped to his feet, and embraced him in a warm hug, reminding Sirius of an excited child.

"Sirius! I'm so happy to see you! What are you doing here?" Then pulling out a chair next to his, "Here, sit down."

Brushing a lock of his charcoal hair behind his shoulder, Sirius chuckled lightly, and sat next to Harry, happy to see him so delighted.

"I had to come and discuss some things with Dumbledor, and he gave me the password to your common room so I could come and speak with you."

Sirius's dark eyes searched around the large common room, taking in the nostalgia. It had been many years since he had last sat in his old common room. He remembered sitting at this very spot with Harry's father James, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew plotting various pranks and ways to get around the rules.

A small shiver crept up his spine as he saw an image of Peter in his mind. Peter was a traitor. After 7 long years of friendship he became a spy for Voldemont, and was the person responsible for the death of James and Lily Potter, as well as Sirius getting sent to Azkaban, the horrible wizard's jail, by framing him, making it look like he had killed 13 people with a single curse when it was Peter who was responsible.

Black had spent many years in the Azkaban Fortress until he had finally escaped in order to save Harry's life from none other than, once again, Peter Pettigrew who had been in his animagus form, pretending to be Ron Weasley's pet rat.

Sirius couldn't remember when he had felt so free and full of life as when four months ago Peter had finally been caught and sent to Azkaban. The entire truth had came out at that time and Black was finally a free man, and had been working as an Auror, someone who seeks out and defeats Dark Wizards, for the Ministry of Magic ever since.

Brushing those thoughts away, his eyes met with his Godson's once again, and he smiled widely.

"So, you're having some woman issues, are you?"

Harry felt his face flush again, remembering the letter he had sent Sirius about Harara, and he smirked at his Godfather.

"That's putting it lightly."

Sirius's face became very serious.

"Listen, Harry, there are a lot of things going on right now, and no one is exactly sure what it all means, or w's g's going to happen. One thing I will tell you though is to stay away from Harara Morgan, at least where love is concerned anyway. She's not the one for you, Harry. Trust me on this one, ok."

Harry grinned, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Oh don't worry. I realized that it wasn't anything more than a physical attraction with her. I'm in love with Ginny Weasley."

The older man's serious faced turned up into a wide smile as he clapped the young Gryffindor on the back.

"That's terrific news, Harry. I don't think I've heard better news than this in quite sometime."

Harry knew his Godfather would be happy for him, but was a little shocked at how excited he was, but that thought was quickly tossed away as Sirius's face turned straight again.

"Now listen Harry, there is something we should talk about, and I don't have a whole lot of time here before I go back to the Ministry."

Quickly Sirius’s eyes darted about the room before taking out his wand, and casting a silencing bubble around them, even though there were very few people in the common room at this time of night.

"Has your scar been hurting lately?"

Briefly Harry lifted his fingers, rubbing the lightening bolt shaped scar on his forehead, and then shook his head indicating that he hadn't had any trouble with it, making Sirius look relieved.

"Good. Good. Glad to hear that." Then taking a breath in, he continued on.

"I want you to be very careful of who you associate with. There's lots of rumors and things happening right now, and you need to be careful of who you trust......I got your letter this morning about the dementors...Several dementor bodies have been found, their bone marrow was completely drained, and this is a very bad thing, Harry. Their bone marrow is their magical essence, and if Voldemont has a hold of it, then things could be very bad......Professor Snape has been studying and researching what the marrow could do, and in the hands of the wrong person it is extremely dangerous. The potion that could be made from the marrow would destroy anything it comes in contact with. It would make any charms, spells, protection wards, and other potions it comes in contact with totally null, destroying their magic... That, and it would also allow a wizard to give the Kiss of Death after it has been properly charged and drank. In fact it would be so strong that it would kill an immortal creature or person. It could have even been used to kill Nicholas Flamel after using the Sorcerer's Stone."

Harry was in a kind of stunned shock, so Sirius became quiet, allowing his words to sink into the boy. He could practically see the wheels turning in the boy's head, reminding him of the expression he had seen on James's face so many times.

Speaking weaker than he had intended, Harry asked, "But why would Voldemont want to kill the dementors? Aren't they on his side? Wouldn't they turn against him if he started killing them?"

"What you have to realize, Harry, is that the dementors only obey and take orders so much. I'm pretty sure that Voldemont has come to the conclusion that they are more use to him dead than alive."

"Do we know what Voldemonts' planning?" Harry asked in a stronger, steady voice.

"No. We're not sure yet...... We do know that the potion can only be used by a wizard who can somehow capture the essence of either pure evil or pure love, and then charge the potion with that essence." Then pausing briefly he continued. "There was a prophecy made by a woman who had a vision not too long ago. I can't tell you about that right now, but I did want to let you know that we are working on it, and you are still safe as long as you stay here at Hogworts.....Just stay close to Ron, Hermione, and Ginny, ok?"

Harry silently nodded his head, and wasn't quite sure what to say next. There had been a lot of shocking news for one day, and his brain felt like it was going to explode.

Sirius saw Harry's discomfort, and figured he would need some sleep to quiet his thoughts, so stood up and gave his Godson a comforting smile.

"Well, I should be going, Harry. Looks like you could use some rest. Just remember to let me or Dumbledor know if your scar gives you any trouble, or if anything is wrong."

The young man stood up, making Sirius realize for the first time how tall Harry was. He was only perhaps a mere inch shorter than himself now. He embraced him in another warm hug.

"It was so good to see you, Harry. Don't forget to write, ok?"

The raven haired Gryffindor shot is Godfather a smile.

"I won't, Sirius. Just be careful ok?"

Then returning Harry's warm smile, Sirius turned and left the Gryffindor common room, his dark maroon robes fanning out behind him.

He walked slower than usual down the corridors and flights of stairs, taking in the surroundings of his old school once again. As he reached the 4th floor steps he came to the painting of the beautiful Sorceress Circe. She had long, wavy chocolate brown hair extending down to her waist, cascading over one shoulder. She wore a sheer looking blue toga that you could almost see through. Her face was perfect, her head always held high as if royalty.

As he approached her lips turned up into a sly smile that was too sexy for her own good, or perhaps in her case someone else's own good.

"Ah, if it isn't Sirius Black. It has been too long since I have last seen your handsome face."

Sirius bent at the waist bowing low, and shot the sorceress a brilliantly charming smile.

"Ah, and how does the night find such an enchanting Sorceress as yourself? I must admit it has been far too long since I have beheld your beauty."

"Oh, it's rather lonely here. I still can't seem to convince any of the other paintings to come play with me on my island."

He smiled knowingly at her, having already been acquainted with the story of her life.

"Perhaps it is that they fear that they would never return to their own paintings if they visited yours?"

Circe stuck out her lower lip in a mock pout.

"Oh, but I cannot keep them here in my painting as I would if I was still alive on my real island." Then turning her lips back up into the same sly smile from earlier she continued. "I bet a strong and powerful wizard such as yourself would be brave enough to come and play with me, wouldn't you?"

He piered at her, still grinning, watching the gentle heave of her breasts as she breathed rhythmically in and out, more than likely only actually breathing for appearances sake.

"M'Lady, I would not fear such a beauty as yours. If only I was made of paint and oil, too, it would be my pleasure to...entertain you."

Smiling widely as if she had just conquered something, she placed her finger tips to her chin looking thoughtful, yet devious.

"Oh, but you can! Surly you are powerful enough to come join me in my painting for a brief while. Simply will it to be so!"

Keeping a grin on his face, Sirius pondered whether he could and whether he should even join her in the painting. She was an elegant creature. That much he knew for sure. His eyes devoured her body. Her hair flowing in soft ringlets over her breast, and he could just barely make out the outline of her nipples through the thin material of her Toga. The graceful curve of her hips, extending down becoming long perfectly shaped legs....but would he be able to come back after going in?

He thought on this for a few moments, and then finally came to the conclusion that if he could will himself in, he could will himself out...He'd just have to be sure not to drink any of her potions that she may have concocted, if she could even do such a thing being a painting.

Stepping forward, Sirius closed his eyes, and let his mind drift to a blank state before concentrating on the vision of the Sorceress Circe's beautiful island. He could feel the soft ocean breeze flowing through his long, black hair, and could feel the sandy shore sinking beneath him.

When he finally opened his eyes he found himself to be staring into Circe's deep purple ones. A smile crept across both of their faces as the Sorceress spoke in a sly, sexy voice.

"Well, this is a rare pleasure indeed, m'Lord."

Striding forward, Sirius grasped her delicate hand, bringing it to his lips, and placed a soft kiss upon it.

"The pleasure is all mine, m'Lady."

Then without dropping her hand, he drew her into a close embrace, and stared into her lovely purple eyes.

"You are an alluring Enchantress indeed. Had I been alive 400 years ago I would not have needed your potion to stay here with you."

Circe smiled as Sirius captured her full lips, tightening his embrace around her frame. She kissed him back with just as much vigor, searching his mouth with her tongue, fighting briefly for dominance before giving in, letting him consume her with both his mouth and body, letting his kiss bring her to new heights and plateaus.

His large, firm hands ran over her body, stroking and caressing, touching and massaging, making her moan into the kiss. Her hands found their way to his sculpted chest, traveling up and down it, silently damning the cloths he wore.

His lips captured her lower one, and suckled shortly before traveling down over the curve of her chin, kissing down the slope of her neck, suckling and biting in all the right places, making small sighs and moans escape her already ravished lips.

He bent at the knees, keeping a firm hold of her body, bringing her down to lay upon the soft white sand, never prying his lips away from the smooth flesh of her neck.

For almost an eternity the two pressed against each other, lost in deep kisses and firm rubs, touching, tasting, teasing, stripping each other naked until they were lost in a mindless passion.

The charcoal haired man broke their deep kiss, piering at Circe's lovely form, running his fingers through her chocolate brown locks. Hovering over her, he slid his fingers down her face to her lips, touching the soft pink flesh. Circe's tongue reached out and swirled around the tip, and then sucked the digit into her mouth, causing Sirius to moan, and press closer next to her at the mere sight.

Slowly he moved his finger down her chin and over her neck, leaving a small wet trail behind. Tenderly, he stroked the outside of her breasts, rubbing and caressing around the firm globes, purposely avoiding her erect nipples.

The sorceress shivered under his touch, feeling like she could explode, looking at him with need in her eyes. He shot her a victorious grin before gently circling his tongue around one brown nipple, and then greedily sucking it into his mouth. His hand kneaded and rubbed her other breast, gently turning and tugging the nipple in his fingers at times, before sliding it down the path of her tummy.

Still suckling her nipple with vigor, his wondering fingers caressed the outside folds of Circe's treasure box, stroking lightly, teasing and tormenting the swollen flesh. Spreading her legs, the sorceress bucked her hips up, encouraging Sirius to explore her further.

Grinning, he flicked his tongue over her firm nipple one last time, before capturing her luscious lips into another heated kiss, still teasing her engorged pussy lips with light and gentle movements. Circe wrapped her arms tightly around Sirius's naked muscular form, pressing her body firmly against his large, hard member, causing him to practically growl into her mouth, and gently nip the tip of her tongue.

Placing small kisses and licks on Circe's warm skin, Sirius moved down her body, until he reached his destination, laying upon the sand with his head between her out stretched legs. Gently, he spread apart her puffy lips, and ly bly blew upon her hard clit before swirling it with his tongue and gently suckling on the hard nub for only a moment, causing her body to shake, and her hips to buck upwards.

He let his tongue slide over, caressing the folds of her spread lips before plunging it deep within her, making a loud groan grow from her throat. His tongue danced like flames, working its magic on her hot and dripping pussy, dipping into her entrance, then circling around her clit, making her shake and moan in delight.

Slowly he inserted a finger into her wet box, feeling her inner muscles clench around it, breathing in her sweet scent. He flicked his tongue over her hard little bud before engulfing it with his mouth, not being able to taste enough of her.

With a loud scream Circe's body began to quiver and shake as a wild wave of passion swept over and through her body like a wave crashing upon the shore. Her muscles spasmed tightly around Sirius's finger, and she came in a fierce throw of ecstasy.

As her body began to relax, Sirius lapped up the last of her sweet juices, and began kissing his way back up her body, immediately engaging Circe's soft lips with his, casting his tongue into her mouth, letting her taste herself. The dark haired sorceress pressed against Sirius's firm chest with her hands, pushing him down to the sandy beach, switching their positions, straddling his hips, still kissing him like mad.

Lifting her hips up, she began to slowly lower herself onto his hard cock, enveloping just the head with her tight box before swiftly shoving down, totally engulfing him in one quick movement. Moaning loudly, Sirius thrusted his hips up, filling her to the absolute brim, hitting a spot deep inside her, making her groan mirror his.

Pressing her palms to his chest, Circe began working her hips up and down in slow movements, relishing the feeling of him being buried inside her, then squeezing her muscles around his cock on every withdrawal. She closed her eyes as she felt his hands glide up her sides, and then close around her firm breasts, lightly squeezing and massaging them, making her almost squeal in delight. His finger tips grasped her nipples, softly squeezing and turning as she continued her rhythmic motions up and down his shaft.

Sirius groaned, feeling like he couldn't get deep enough or close enough. His strong hands moved downwards until he was gripping her hips. He let one hand move around to the small of her back, and pulled her down over him, crushing her lips with his, then darting his tongue into her mouth, swirling it around hers.

Holding her hips firmly, Sirius thrusted up into her at a furious pace, pounding deep into her, making her groan and almost scream into their kiss. Their lips pulled away, and they breathed into each others ears as he continuously ravished her contracting pussy, sending her over the edge again with his quick, deep thrusts.

As Circe's spasms began to subside, she could feel that Sirius was about to be spent. Sirius groaned angrily as the sexy sorceress lifted off his cock, and then moaned in fierce delight as her pussy was replaced by her mouth.

Vigorously she sucked her way down until his cock hit the back of her throat. She held there letting her tongue lightly massage the underside before sucking back upwards and swirling the head with her soft tongue. Licking her way down his hard cock, she began placing small kisses and licks on his sack, and sucked one ball at a time into her mouth. She replaced her tongue with her hand, cradling his balls, and licked her way back up his engorged member, and quickly engulfed the entire length with her wanting mouth.

Gently, yet firmly she wrapped her free hand around the base, and began stroking up and down his cock while sucking energetically on his head. Sirius grabbed her head, tangling his fingers in her chocolate tresses, and thrusted his member deep into her loving mouth. He felt his muscles tighten, as he fucked her small mouth at a swift speed until he could no longer control the wild throws of passion built up inside him, and came in long sprits into herm mom mouth, moaning loudly and mumbling incoherently.

As Circe swallowed the last of his salty fluids, she crawled back up the length of his body, and was wrapped immediately in his strong arms. The two of them lay together on the sandy beach shore, holding each other close and kissing softly, enjoying this rare moment of passion before it was time for Sirius to will his way out of the painting, and back into the real world.
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