Be
careful what you wish for, it might come true.
Minerva
McGonagall hurried through the hallways at Hogwarts. The students who saw her
probably assumed she had someone to yell at, because her mouth was set in a
prim line and her eyes were blazing. They were right. She hurried until she
reached the Headmaster's picture then screamed the password. She was let
in straight away.
"Minerva,
how nice to see you. Do sit down. Would you care for a liquorice?"
Dumbledore's words were slightly after schedule. Before he had said,
"do sit down" she had practically thrown herself into one of the
armchairs and was eating his liquorice. Albus Dumbledore raised his eyebrows.
This was a disturbing sight. Minerva never ate candy. Not once in all the years
he had known her had she accepted any of his candy offerings. This was nearly
enough to convince him that the world he knew had gone under.
"I
can't take it Albus. Sirius Black was pardoned of his charges today. Is
it true that he did not aid Voldemort in the killing of Lily and James?"
When Dumbledore nodded she continued. "I had always hoped he would be,
but I sort of had convinced myself that he was going to die. Albus. How can I
ever face him again? You know how hard it was for me to stay away from him while
he was supposedly the Potter's secret keeper. Now I don't have that
excuse. What am I going to say to him, Albus?"
Her voice
changed from desperate to mocking. "Hello Mr. Black. How nice to see you
again. And by the way, that night we spent together… if you happen to
remember? I got pregnant. Congratulations Sirius. You are a father."
After having said father she broke down crying. All Albus Dumbledore dared do
was pat her head now and then.
***
Harry
Potter was ecstatic. Not only had his Godfather Sirius Black got acquitted of
the charges, but he had also demanded that Harry would live with him during the
vacations instead of staying at Hogwarts, or even worse with the Dursleys.
Finally Harry was going to have a real family. Or close to a real one.
He'd still be missing a mum, but Sirius was better than no one, or the
Dursleys.
He kept
re-reading Sirius's letter.
Dear
Harry.
Finally
after too many years I am once more a free man. Strangely enough Pettigrew (I
don't know what I ever saw in him as a friend.) decided to switch sides
and turn himself in. That meant the ministry had no reason to hunt me down. I
am free, free Harry. I can't seem to stop saying it. When I heard the
news from Remus, good old Moony, I just stood still. I was convinced that it was
his idea of a joke. Merlin knows I have played my share of jokes on him over
the years. But as soon as he was able to convince me that he didn't mean
it as a joke I danced. Yes, danced.
Think of
all the things I'll be able to do again. I will be able to ride my
motorcycle again. Actually I think I left it in Hagrid's care before I
got prisoned. I hope he hasn't smashed it somewhere… I'll be
able to see you play Quidditch and; Harry, you can live with me. Currently I am
staying in Remus' house, but as SOON as I get my own place I DEMAND that
you come and live with me. No more Dursleys for you my boy. Of course if you
want to stay there that's ok. I am not going to interfere in your
happiness.
How's
school? Are you doing your best? Do my detention record still stand, if you
aren't sure, ask Minerva McGonagall. She'll know. I hope the
Weasley twins haven't ruined it. If they have I'll have to go back
and retake Hogwarts. I can't let anyone else than a Black have the
record. If you by any chance would have a chance at it, I won't hold a
grudge at you for it. After all it was your father I stole the record from in
the first place. Minerva'll know.
Anyway,
Remus is calling. Time for dinner.
Toodles.
The Free
Sirius Black.
Harry
smiled and put the letter away. He almost knew how Sirius had felt when
Professor Lupin had told him. He felt like dancing around some on the floor
himself, but he didn't really think Madame Pince would appreciate it. He
looked at Hermione, who had convinced him that he needed to go to the library
to get some work done. "After all we have the OWLs this year Harry. You
have to be prepared. Imagine the article Rita Skeeter would write if you
failed." Hermione had finally let Rita Skeeter go. But only after her mum
had discovered that she kept a beetle in a jar in her room.
Ron
wasn't with them. Somehow he had got himself a girlfriend. Harry
didn't know if he was supposed to feel happy for Ron or angry with him
for leaving him with Hermione during her study craze. He had been dragged to
the library several days in a row now. He had even done some studying, after
having read most of the Quidditch books. But today he had focused on the letter
from Sirius.
Harry
didn't really mind being with Hermione, it was just sometimes she got it
into her head that she absolutely had to study. As if the time she already
spent studying wasn't enough. Hermione had probably been ready to take
the OWL's straight off the
Hogwarts express, if she had had the books.
He decided
not to worry about Hermione; she managed that quite nicely herself. Instead he
tried to write a reply letter to Sirius. But then he thought of detentions.
"Uh, Hermione. I have to ask Professor McGonagall about something.
I'll see you at dinner." She merely nodded and waved him off like
an annoying fly of sorts.
***
Harry
didn't know how to get into Professor McGonagall's office, so he
went to her classroom instead. It worked out quite nicely for him, because
there she was. She was sitting there, correcting their Transfiguration
homework. He knocked on the doorframe. "Professor?"
She looked
up. "What is it, Harry?" He didn't know how to reply. How do
you say that your Godfather wants to know if he still holds the Detention
Record? Harry just jumped in. "I got a letter from my Godfather. He wants
to know if he still holds the record for most detentions here at Hogwarts. If
he doesn't, he wants to retake Hogwarts. Do he?" Minerva looked
frighteningly white all of a sudden.
"Yes,
and thank Merlin for that. He has had that record for ages now. I believe the
gentlemen Weasley & Weasley have tried to correct that but so far they
haven't succeeded. If Sirius is threatening to come back to Hogwarts if
he looses it I thank Merlin and Godric for the fact that the Weasley twins
haven't reached their goal."
"Thanks
professor." Harry closed the thick door, but he could have sworn that he
heard McGonagall yell something that sounded awfully close to "why
me" through it.
***
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Well, except for the mess in my room, and you can have that if you want it.
Which I sincerely doubt.
A/N: With fanfiction.net building slowly
up to the max again I had the urge to write something more. You like it?
REVIEW, babe. All I ask of you. Or maybe a nice e-mail… anastacy@hotmail.com
Argh, I realized that I use Sirius as a
un-known father in two of my fics now. This one and Professor Trelawney's
Prophecy. Those two aren't connected in any manner. I just happen to like
plotting that way. Besides… Harry might like having
"siblings". I would encourage people to read my other fics…
You never know, you might like them…
Like my story? Have any ideas about what
I can get to happen next? Or who is the child of Sirius and Minerva? I
don't have a clue, yet. If you have an idea to who it could be e-mail me anastacy@hotmail.com is the place in that case. Need ideas. Have a gym-project to write,
distract me in the best possible way.
