"And, so, that was how the boy called Harry Potter defeated the Dark
Lord," Sirius Black said, finally finishing his story.
The children seated at Griffyndor table were all staring at him with wide eyes. They had been hanging on his every word for the past hour.
"Wow," breathed a round-faced boy called Daniel Kerns.
"Yeah, it's hard to believe all that stuff actually happened," said a girl named Julie McAllister.
"Well, I can promise you, every word's true," said Sirius. "I saw it all. In fact, Harry Potter was my godson," he added, a touch of pride in his voice.
"You're kidding!" exclaimed Daniel.
"No, I'm not," Sirius replied. "If you've got any doubts about it, you can just ask old Snape over there." Sirius nodded in the direction of the Slytherin table, where Severus Snape was sitting with the Slytherin students. The children all glanced over at Snape. He looked as sour and unpleasant as ever, a seemingly permanent snarl etched upon his face. As if he sensed he was being watched, Snape looked over at the Griffyndor table and sneered. Sirius smiled sarcastically and waved.
"He's always given me the creeps," a girl named Jill Fisher said, shuddering.
Suddenly, the Headmistress tapped her spoon on her goblet and stood up. The Great Hall immediately fell silent. The Sorting Ceremony was about to begin...
"I hope this year's Griffyndors are up to snuff," Sirius muttered to himself as he climbed the stairs to Griffyndor Tower. "Snape's really going to be insufferable if Slytherin wins the House Cup again this year."
Suddenly, there came a loud crash, followed by a cackling noise. Seconds later, Peeves the Poltergeist came whizzing by, a pompous boy wearing a prefect's badge in close pursuit.
"You'd better behave yourself, Peeves, or I will have to speak to Snape about you," the boy said. Snape was the only one at Hogwarts who could really control Peeves.
Peeves's manner instantly turned oily and obsequious. "But I wasn't doing nothing," he said in a wheedling voice. He then stuck out his tongue and began to pelt the boy with peanuts. Sirius smiled and shook his head. Some things never changed.
Finally, Sirius reached the portrait of the Fat Lady, who whimpered with terror when she saw Sirius approaching. "Still hasn't forgot about that, has she," Sirius said, sighing. "Oh, well..." He shrugged and simply walked through the wall.
I know that this story contradicts Nearly Headless Nick's statement in Order of the Phoenix that Sirius will not come back as a ghost, but I wrote it before OOTP came out. I thought I'd publish it even though it isn't cannon.
The children seated at Griffyndor table were all staring at him with wide eyes. They had been hanging on his every word for the past hour.
"Wow," breathed a round-faced boy called Daniel Kerns.
"Yeah, it's hard to believe all that stuff actually happened," said a girl named Julie McAllister.
"Well, I can promise you, every word's true," said Sirius. "I saw it all. In fact, Harry Potter was my godson," he added, a touch of pride in his voice.
"You're kidding!" exclaimed Daniel.
"No, I'm not," Sirius replied. "If you've got any doubts about it, you can just ask old Snape over there." Sirius nodded in the direction of the Slytherin table, where Severus Snape was sitting with the Slytherin students. The children all glanced over at Snape. He looked as sour and unpleasant as ever, a seemingly permanent snarl etched upon his face. As if he sensed he was being watched, Snape looked over at the Griffyndor table and sneered. Sirius smiled sarcastically and waved.
"He's always given me the creeps," a girl named Jill Fisher said, shuddering.
Suddenly, the Headmistress tapped her spoon on her goblet and stood up. The Great Hall immediately fell silent. The Sorting Ceremony was about to begin...
"I hope this year's Griffyndors are up to snuff," Sirius muttered to himself as he climbed the stairs to Griffyndor Tower. "Snape's really going to be insufferable if Slytherin wins the House Cup again this year."
Suddenly, there came a loud crash, followed by a cackling noise. Seconds later, Peeves the Poltergeist came whizzing by, a pompous boy wearing a prefect's badge in close pursuit.
"You'd better behave yourself, Peeves, or I will have to speak to Snape about you," the boy said. Snape was the only one at Hogwarts who could really control Peeves.
Peeves's manner instantly turned oily and obsequious. "But I wasn't doing nothing," he said in a wheedling voice. He then stuck out his tongue and began to pelt the boy with peanuts. Sirius smiled and shook his head. Some things never changed.
Finally, Sirius reached the portrait of the Fat Lady, who whimpered with terror when she saw Sirius approaching. "Still hasn't forgot about that, has she," Sirius said, sighing. "Oh, well..." He shrugged and simply walked through the wall.
I know that this story contradicts Nearly Headless Nick's statement in Order of the Phoenix that Sirius will not come back as a ghost, but I wrote it before OOTP came out. I thought I'd publish it even though it isn't cannon.
