LOOK TO THE STARS- The Last Days of Sirius Black
Chapter One: Proof Positive (aka We made the right choice)
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Warnings: sadness, angst, character deaths
AN: I want you all to know what this is. While I adore JKR I feel that she had a serious lapse of sanity when she killed Sirius Black. We all love Sirius, I see him regularly in fanfiction. I think most of us live in a nice place where Sirius survived and we often come up with some interesting ways to bring him back. There's really not enough on Sirius, in my opinion. We know his entire family tree and random stories, but not enough about him. That's unfair. So, I wrote these. These are currently a series of one shots concerning Sirius' last days. His last day with Harry, James and Lily; his last day as a free man and his last day as a prisoner. We all know what happened after that. Still, I had to do it. Read and review, let me know what you thought.
AN2: There are no pairings in this other than James and Lily, I tried to tell the stories how I felt they could have actually happened from the books. There's no plot because you already know it and I may add more oneshots later.
"Oh woo hoo!" Sirius said dryly, spinning in his chair. It wasn't really his chair, it was Lily's chair. She called it a computer desk chair, whatever that meant. Sirius didn't care, it was amazing. He spun around in it again and genuinely snickered. Sitting at the other end of the table was James. "Jamie, you have a pup and suddenly you get all old and boring. Stoooooop." Sirius warned him, pointing a finger, "you're just bitter because said pup loves me best."
"He's not old and boring," Lily scolded coolly as she entered the room, "James is responsible. Take him," she said, holding out baby Harry, "if you want to eat."
"No need for threats!" Sirius stage gasped, blue eyes wide. Laughing, he reached out and took Harry who promptly spit up on him. James burst out laughing,
"How's that for love?" he crowed. Sirius leveled him with a glare, banishing the mess,
"I will have you know, James Potter, that puking on a person is a baby's way of choosing favorites. He fancies me."
"It's not puke!" Lily called from the kitchen, amused, "its spit up!"
"That means he already worships me, it's even better!" Sirius called back, shifting the little runt to lay on his chest, "honestly, Harry. These two… they just don't listen, you know?" Gurgle. "my thoughts exactly," Sirius nodded seriously, "you'd think that when they found out they were pregnant that they'd at least be responsible enough to look up your own language." Babble. "Precisely, Harry! It's a travesty, that's what it is."
"Sometimes, I think you're serious." James said with real depth. He immediately winced, knowing what was coming.
"See, Harry?" Sirius sighed, "irresponsible! Your old Dad can't even be arsed to remember my name!" Squeal! "I know! I'm sure I've been insulted worse, but I can't think of any right now. Wanna spin?" Gurgle. "Your wish is my command, prongslett!"
Sirius kicked the chair- his chair, into a slow spin laughing when Harry did as they slid across the floor. Lily shook her head fondly, setting the stew out on to the table and going back for the salad and bread.
"He's going to spit up on you again!" she warned over her shoulder.
"Even better!" Sirius crowed petulantly back.
"I knew you were the best choice." James told him fondly.
"See that, Harry?" Sirius asked, sticking out a boot to stop the chair. He lifted the little drooler and turned him to face James, pointing with his stubbly face next to Harry's soft one. "That's a sap. Can you say 'sap'?" Gurgle. "That's good, in your language. Say 'sap' in their language. Since they can't be arsed to look up yours, you should learn theirs. Compromise. It's an unfair compromise but still a compromise. You have to work with these people."
After dinner found Sirius asleep in the floor, splayed out in what looked like an uncomfortable position. Baby Harry lay out over his godfather's stomach, face smooshed. Both were soundly snoring away. Lily shook her head fondly and sighed with exasperation, going about the two and gathering up all the toys they'd laid out.
"Have you told Siri about leaving?" she asked quietly, unaware that her movement had woken the sleeping dog who still pretended to be asleep. James nodded,
"I did. He doesn't want to be our Secret Keeper. He said, as Harry's known godfather, people would come for him and if it was all the same it'd be best didn't know. Siri knows the Dark Arts, there are ways of getting him to tell."
"We made the right choice for Godfather then." She sighed, "is… is Moony… is he safe?"
"No." James shook his head, "this… Dark Lord whatsits, he controls Moony's kind. We still have Peter though," he chuckled, "Peter the loyal Hufflepuff."
"Don't call him that." She scolded though Sirius could see she was suppressing a giggle herself. "I know Peter will protect us, I just worry. Harry's sooo fond of Siri and what if something happens?"
"It's okay, love." James soothed, petting her red hair, "nothing is going to happen. Come on, let's go to bed."
"Shouldn't we wake them?" she cast a worried look to her son and his Godfather.
"Haven't you ever heard the expression, let sleeping dogs lie? They'll be fine." James cast the spell to turn out the lights and they wandered into the dark to bed. Sirius grinned when he felt Harry move against him and pulled the baby up with him onto the couch, snuggling.
"You were listening to that bollocks too, yeah?" he whispered, nuzzling the baby soft face and unruly hair, "listen, pup. I'm going to go away for a little while. I'm going to lead them away, yeah?" Harry frowned at him, looking confused and Sirius chuckled, "that's what Gryffindors do, pup. That's what Marauders do, we take care of each other. Uncle Peter is a bit of a wuss so you'll have to look out for him for me until I can come back. See, I've got to be the good Gryffindor, Harry, because I was almost a Slytherin. I'm going to tell the world I'm your godfather and then I'm going to lead them through the fiery pits of hell." Harry whimpered and Sirius shook his head, kissing his forehead, "they won't get me, nothing can stop me, pup, I'm a Black. We came from hell." He drew his wand out and cast a gentle Lumos, showing it to Harry, "but a Secret Keeper? They keep the Secret. I won't be able to come back to you until it's all over, alright?" Harry stuck the wand tip in his mouth, lighting up his cheeks with a soft pink glow and Sirius snickered,
"Alright. I'm coming back. Just so you know, no one can stop me. No one. So…" he looked around to make sure they were still alone and adjusted Harry to sit on his chest, prying his wand back, "here's what we're going to do. The Fidellius Charm- that's the Secret to keep- it doesn't cancel out tracking spells. Still, if something happens, I might not see you ever again and we can't have that. They'll scan you for tracking charms. The question is, where do I put mine? Your teddy? A necklace?" Harry fell forward and rolled to the side, trying to put his toes in his mouth again and Sirius nearly laughed out loud. He nodded, raising his wand, "you're right, pup, absolutely brilliant. No one will ever look there." He cast his charm and curled up with Harry to snuggle, back off to sleep. He smiled as the tiny fists curled into his hair and nodded,
"I'll always come for you, Harry. No matter what happens. Look to the stars and wait, because I'll never be far behind you." he kissed the little boys head, "never, Harry. They'll never separate us."