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My first Harry Potter fanfic! I hope it's to your enjoyment! Please Read and Review!

Harry Potter and Sirius' Past

Harry Potter sat up in his bed, reading his latest letter from Sirius Black, his godfather, on a warm summer afternoon at the Dursleys' house on Privet Drive. He was relieved to hear from Sirius after the long summer days, which had seemed to drag by, as he awaited the start of his fifth year at Hogwarts School of Wizardry. But, as Harry pushed his messy, unruly bangs out of his eyes he read something that didn't seem like Sirius, unlike his other letters this summer. Though it was a regular Owl-Post wizard's letter, it seemed as if he could feel Sirius' emotion as he wrote the letter to Harry. The impassioned emotion that Harry felt was one of loneliness, sadness, and depression. And though, most people probably would have thought so, Harry immediately thought it was not from the solitude of Sirius' current state, but something else. Harry carefully read through the end of the letter, trying to pick out anything that could be wrong, or a problem to consult with. Then Harry found a clue, as he re-read it once again,

'Harry, here's some advice, don't dwell on the past. It will only make you feel lonely. '

Harry suspected Sirius wasn't talking about the unfortunate happenings of his parents' deaths or the recent episode of last year. Maybe the problem lurked in Sirius' past.

Harry sat down with a piece of parchment and his quill and wrote to Ron about it, asking him if he could find a time traveling spell that he might know of. He figured Hermione would probably know of one, but he knew she'd 'tsk-tsk' him and forbid him to do such a thing. When Harry was finished, he rolled up the bit of parchment and attached it to Hedwig's leg. Hedwig affectionately nibbled on Harry's finger as he opened the window.

"Give this to Ron, Hedwig. Okay?"

Hedwig chirped and flew out the window. The next day, Hedwig returned and with a letter attached to her leg. Harry patted the top of Hedwig's head and de-attached the letter from his owl's leg.

Dear Harry,

I think you're right about Sirius. It's probably something that happened in his past. I did find a spell.in one of Percy's old books. I hope he doesn't realize there's a page ripped out that book. If you do end up time traveling I want to come with you. Write me back, I'll bring the spell. I'll try to get in through those Muggles' fireplace. Find out when they'll be out.

-Ron

Harry sent an owl the day before telling Ron that the Dursleys' would be out the next day, which happened to be what Harry was getting ready for. Ron said he would bring the necessary ingredients as well. A couple minutes later Harry stood in front of the fireplace, helping Ron dust him off.

"I hope my mum or dad don't find out about this." Ron said, coughing up ash excitedly.

Harry looked around and said, "Don't worry, no one will find out about this." They jetted to Harry's "room" and Ron uncrumpled the spell on Harry's bed. "Hmm." Harry mumbled, looking at the incantation. "This looks easy enough. I don't think this will require a lot of magic." Harry told Ron.

Ron grinned, "Good, it can't get us expelled."

Harry smiled back at him. Finally, they had all the ingredients in a cauldron of Harry's, all except one, the final ingredient, a watch. Ron grasped Harry's hand, as Harry threw on his father's invisibility cloak on both of them and tossed the watch in, they chanted the conjuration, ultimately, announcing the time period they wished to travel to. This was a one-time spell though, one way there, one way back. They're minds set on the beginning of Sirius' fifth year at Hogwarts, a guess, on their part. The year Sirius, Harry's father, Peter, and Remus had to become Animagus.

An instant later, they reappeared in a Hogwarts classroom. They held their breath in as they sighted the full classroom, while they oddly stood silently in the back, surveying. Finally, Harry spotted Sirius, he was much handsomer than the pictures from Lily and James Potter's wedding had shown. His dark hair draped down the sides of his face and he sat silent and perpendicular. Harry glanced around, curiously, trying to spot anyone else he knew. Then Harry's gaze stopped, on one greasy dark-haired boy who sat up front. Snape. Harry grimaced and pointed to Snape, letting Ron quietly follow his finger. Harry saw Ron grimace as well and then he went back to looking for the object of Sirius's grievances. One glance at the open doorway, and Harry immediately knew that the issue leaned against the wooden frame. Ron nudged Harry in the arm, and Harry turned to see Ron's mouth wide open.

She was gorgeous, 5'5" with brown eyes, straight, smooth, silky dark brown hair. Her skin was indescribably perfect, crisply tan, a cute nose, and a slender face. She had a great hour-glass figure and wore her school skirt shorter, above her knees and instead of the normal gold and maroon tie; she wore a tie with little American flags all over them. A gray newsboy cap crowned her chin-length pixie cut. The words to an old American song flew into his mind, Born to be Wild. She looked like a rebel without a cause, and when Harry saw her step into the classroom he peered over to Sirius. Sirius looked like his heart was going to pop out of his chest or he was going to drool all over his desk, or perhaps, both. Harry then without reason, looked over at Snape, to Harry's surprise Snape wore a 'just about to drool' expression. The girl handed the professor a slip of paper, probably from Dumbledore and said in an irritated American accented tone, clear from where they stood, "Transfer student from the US. Griffindor. This is potions, right?"

Her hand found its way to her hip as she waited for an answer.

"Yes."

The professor answered calmly, "Please take that empty seat in the back." Harry glanced past the cloak and saw the chair was next to Sirius. Harry's brows rose as the girl sauntered with a glide to the seat. Her hips tauntingly moved from side to side and her dark expression beneath her dusky eyeliner drew you in. All the boys in the class watched her every movement and the girls envied her attitude and her revolt against the dress code. She sat down softly next to him. Sirius looked if he was about to jump out of his skin and go every which way. Harry peered in the corner of his eyes at Snape and watched the jealously and envy grow. The professor continued with class, and the girl turned slightly toward Sirius and whispered to him.

Harry and Ron leaned in to hear and picked her voice up, "What's your name?" she asked Sirius.

"Sirius." He said, calming down.

"I'm Riley Brannigan," She told him.