Hey all you Sirius Fans out there! I'm in denial, too! This started out
with sort of a cool idea, but then it turned all stupid on me. Ha! Hope it
makes your day! I think writing this fanfic lowered my IQ by like 20
points. Ha ha!
Harry had tried everything. He tried to talk to the mirror. He tried to get answers from Sir Nicholas. He tried to look behind the veil, only to see nothing there.
Little did he know, there was one other way to speak to Sirius. He had seen the words of someone once that had been dead for years. He just hadn't realized it at the time. Oh, listen to the wise words of the Marauders:
Mr. Moony presents his compliments to Professor Snape and begs him to keep his abnormally large nose out of other people's business.
Mr. Prongs agrees with Mr. Moony, and would like to add that professor Snape is an ugly git.
Mr. Padfoot would like to register his astonishment that an idiot like that ever became a professor.
Mr. Wormtail bids Professor Snape good day, and advises him to wash his hair, the slimeball.
When Harry had seen those invisible hands write that message in his third year, his father had been 12 years dead!
Of course, it took a while for the blow of Padfoot's death to fall, and for Harry to start to remember these sorts of things.
But something, while sitting alone and sad in Privet Drive, had sparked his memory.
He brought the Marauder's Map out from the depths of his trunk and unrolled the old and dusty parchment. "I solem-"
Harry stopped when he remembered Snape hadn't said the password for the words to appear. The four students must have sealed their souls in this map somehow. They would live as long as this map remained unharmed.
"Hello?" he asked tentatively. Nothing happened and the parchment remained blank.
Harry brought out his wand. He remembered Snape using his wand. "Hello? I am Harry Potter." Harry felt very stupid indeed talking to an old roll of parchment. One that wasn't answering back, by the way.
Harry thought maybe the map had spoken to Snape because it recognized him. Maybe it had been made in a vow to torment Snape as long as he lived. They had had no idea who Harry Potter was at the time they made the map. Why should they know him now?
Harry repeated his introduction, and this time, tapped the map with his wand. He sighed when nothing happened, and reached out his hand to grab the map when words finally appeared.
They appeared in Sirius's handwriting.
Sirius: Hello Harry Potter. Curious name you have there. It just so happens you have the same last name as Prongs over here,
Harry had tried everything. He tried to talk to the mirror. He tried to get answers from Sir Nicholas. He tried to look behind the veil, only to see nothing there.
Little did he know, there was one other way to speak to Sirius. He had seen the words of someone once that had been dead for years. He just hadn't realized it at the time. Oh, listen to the wise words of the Marauders:
Mr. Moony presents his compliments to Professor Snape and begs him to keep his abnormally large nose out of other people's business.
Mr. Prongs agrees with Mr. Moony, and would like to add that professor Snape is an ugly git.
Mr. Padfoot would like to register his astonishment that an idiot like that ever became a professor.
Mr. Wormtail bids Professor Snape good day, and advises him to wash his hair, the slimeball.
When Harry had seen those invisible hands write that message in his third year, his father had been 12 years dead!
Of course, it took a while for the blow of Padfoot's death to fall, and for Harry to start to remember these sorts of things.
But something, while sitting alone and sad in Privet Drive, had sparked his memory.
He brought the Marauder's Map out from the depths of his trunk and unrolled the old and dusty parchment. "I solem-"
Harry stopped when he remembered Snape hadn't said the password for the words to appear. The four students must have sealed their souls in this map somehow. They would live as long as this map remained unharmed.
"Hello?" he asked tentatively. Nothing happened and the parchment remained blank.
Harry brought out his wand. He remembered Snape using his wand. "Hello? I am Harry Potter." Harry felt very stupid indeed talking to an old roll of parchment. One that wasn't answering back, by the way.
Harry thought maybe the map had spoken to Snape because it recognized him. Maybe it had been made in a vow to torment Snape as long as he lived. They had had no idea who Harry Potter was at the time they made the map. Why should they know him now?
Harry repeated his introduction, and this time, tapped the map with his wand. He sighed when nothing happened, and reached out his hand to grab the map when words finally appeared.
They appeared in Sirius's handwriting.
Sirius: Hello Harry Potter. Curious name you have there. It just so happens you have the same last name as Prongs over here,