*WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR POSSIBLY ALL OF THE BOOKS, ESPECIALLY ORDER OF THE PHOENIX* A new story for TwiHarInk113! Yay! I've been waiting to write this one forever. By the way, if you like "The Words I Never Got to Say" (WINGS), check out my other stories: 1.) "Love Lasts Forever" and 2.) The Rose Without Thorns
Chapter 1: The Dream and the Letter
Harry awoke one morning to the sound of someone clamoring around downstairs in the kitchen. Startled, his wife, Ginny looked at him with fear in her eyes. Slowly, Harry got out of bed. He got his wand out of the locked cabinet – which was locked because otherwise, his six – year – old son, James would steal it, even though he was forbidden to even touch it – and tipped-toed downstairs. When he went into the kitchen, Harry couldn't believe his eyes.
It had been almost fifteen years. Fifteen years since he, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Luna, and Neville had gone to the Ministry of Magic to save Sirius, when Sirius didn't really need saving at all. Fifteen years since that horrific day in June, 1996, the day of Sirius's death. Sirius died only because Harry could not protect his mind from Voldemort, and the dark wizard used it against him. Yet, Sirius sat at his old kitchen table, with a huge grin on his face.
Harry just stared at him, not believing what he was seeing. Finally, Sirius said, "Well, what are you waiting for, come give your godfather a hug!"
Harry laughed, although he wasn't quite sure why, and gave Sirius his hug. "Fifteen years, Sirius." He said quietly.
Sirius frowned. "Yes, fifteen years is a long time. But that's why I'm here. During those fifteen years, you have only been in my bedroom once, and that was thirteen years ago, when you were searching for horcuxes. You haven't been in there since, and I'm demanding to know why."
Harry sighed. "I don't know. I guess I'm just afraid to. It brings back many painful memories, and reminds me that I was the one to cause your death."
"Don't you dare say that again!" Sirius said sternly, his voice beginning to rise. Harry wondered why Ginny and the kids hadn't come downstairs yet to investigate. "I am one hundred percent responsible for my own death. I don't even blame Bellatrix, because that was the kind of person she was. But I was careless and arrogant. I was paying attention when fighting Bellatrix, and it cost me my life. You did not cause my death, Harry. I did. Do you understand me?"
Harry nodded weakly.
"Good." Said Sirius. "Now, the reason I am here is because you need to go in my old bedroom. When you searched it for something to help you in your quest for horcuxes, all you found was a letter your mother wrote to me around twenty-eight years ago. Now, I'm not saying that's not important, but if you look again, you might find some interesting things I've saved over the years."
"I will do that, Sirius." Harry promised.
Harry and Sirius said their finally goodbyes, even though Harry wished he could talk to Sirius forever. Then, Harry climbed the stairs and went back to sleep.
When Harry woke up, he remembered his dream as if it really happened. The dream was so strange, it had to mean something. So, he decided to take Sirius's advice and go though his godfather's bedroom. When he told Ginny of his plan, she was very proud of his decision and suggested the boys help him.
Now, Harry, his six-year-old son, James, and his five-year old son, Albus, were going though Sirius's dresser drawers. Harry had told his sons to make three piles; one for objects to keep, one for garbage such as broken objects, and one for objects they weren't sure about. Harry was going through a box of old photos. Most of them contained Sirius, Harry's parents, members of the Order, Remus Lupin, the Tonks family, and unfortunately, Peter "Wormtail" Pettigrew. Harry threw the ones that included Wormtail aside, because he obviously wasn't too fond of the man who betrayed his parents to Voldemort, and he never wanted to see Wormtail's face again. In other photos, there was a woman who Harry didn't recognize. The woman had long, wavy brown hair, and dark brown eyes. Her eyes were full of excitement, and she seemed to be enjoying herself. Around her neck was a topaz-studded crucifix.
"Daddy, what does this say?" Albus's voice interrupted Harry's thoughts.
"Lemme see!" said James as he snatched the object from his brother's hands. "It says 'To Harry James Potter, from your… something…, Sirius Black', you idiot."
"James, if you call Albus an idiot again, you will go to bed immediately without any dinner. Now, give that to me right now."
Harry and Ginny had often scolded James for calling Albus names, but James had never seen his father so angry about it before. Quickly, he handed Harry the object.
Once he got a close look at it, Harry saw it was a spiral notebook with a hard, durable cover. Sure enough, the words, 'To Harry James Potter, from your Godfather, Sirius Black' were written on the front cover. Suddenly, Harry collapsed on the bed in disbelief. "James, Albus, why don't you two go see if Mum needs any help in the kitchen."
The boys nodded and ran out of the room, and Harry shut and locked the door behind him. He desperately needed some privacy. Harry sat on the bed and opened the front cover. On the first page a date – June 25th, 1994 – was written in the top right-hand corner. Taking a deep breath, Harry began to read…
Dear Harry,
Yesterday was one of the happiest days of my life. It was the day I finally got to meet my godson, and you now know it was not I who betrayed your parents, but a man who is known as "Wormtail". Currently, I am sitting under a large oak tree as I write this, but I cannot say where, in case my letter to you falls into the wrong hands. Buckbeak the hippogriff stares at me from a short distance, with a cautious expression on his face as if he believes writing to you is dangerous. I, however, do not think it is dangerous, but only if I use a great amount of caution.
I am writing you this letter because I realize I cannot be in your life forever. I've decided to let you get to know me as my true self. I will let you know my deepest secrets, and maybe other's secrets. Although, I must say, whosever secrets I give out, I have asked permission to use them, if at all possible. I will start by telling you all about myself and my days at Hogwarts, and will then continue until I get to the present day. In future years, I will gradually add more to this letter as needed.
Let me begin by explaining a little about myself. As you know, my name is Sirius Black. I was born into a pureblood family, but am nothing like the rest of my family members. I guess you could say I was a rebel. While everyone else in my family was a Slytherin, I was a Gryffindor, and proud of it. Because of this, my family didn't approve of me, especially not my mother. The only relative I particularly liked was my cousin, Andromeda.
Your father was my best friend. He and I were as thick as thieves. In our group, we also included Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew. Together, we became known as Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs. Wormtail wasn't as close as the rest of us were, and hung around for protection.
When I was eleven years old, I was sent to Hogwarts just like any other wizard or witch of my age. That was an interesting experience, a very interesting experience indeed.
Author's note: I know we haven't learned anything about Sirius that you didn't already know, but we will. :) Remember to review!