Disclaimer: this is getting old. I do not claim to own anything. I do not get paid. Period
Warning: slash… duh
Summary: this is a couple years after the end of the war. Sirius doesn't realize it but when he's bored and decided to explore the forbidden dungeons of Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry… he causes the most trouble. Especially when said school decides that there isn't enough magic in the world anymore and fixes it. What is pure magic? Magical entities of course. Ignores HBP. Dumbledore is still alive but still follows basic plot of DH. Though ignore the deaths. You all can kiss it.
A/N so I Love tomatoes. Really! I love them. Fresh ones. I'll just eat them up. So please don't throw rotten virtual tomatoes at me that's a waste of a good fruit… vegetable… whichever side of the debate you're on. Idc. I say this because I was threatened with rotten tomatoes the other day, for not updating sooner. Well this is a new story and I get the feeling that I will be updating less…. Bring on the tomatoes… but again… not rotten ones.
Chapter numero Uno
Sirius was bored.
Though for someone who had spent the better part of the peacetime locked in a cell and then the beginning part of the war locked in THAT house, he assumed he was bored enough for one lifetime. Now with the war over, everything had calmed down. Pettigrew's body had been found and he was exonerated. Which obviously helped his boredom just a little bit as he took a year's sabbatical from anything serious and traveled.
But now he was back. And he was bored.
And when Sirius was bored nothing good ever came of it.
Sure after he was done travelling he tried to be an auror, and it worked for a while. Hunting rebel death eaters on the run could be fun. Until there were no more death eaters. After that he spent six months in the muggle world as his animagus form, pulling pranks and such. But it eventually got old and he was back at Grimwauld place.
After cleaning it a couple times, screeching at his mother daily, threatening Kreacher, and taking care of Buckbeak, he was bored again. It was then that Dumbledore decided he was going to keep him occupied. And it worked. He helped Moony with his classes, especially the week before and after the full moon, and pranking the students and staff.
But right now it was summer, specifically the end of summer. Tomorrow the students would be there. And he knew he could go back to having something to do all day. Like replacing the supply of pumpkin juice with a giggle potion, or having peeves help him cause havoc, stalk the hallways at night dressed as Snape and scare the life out of the students. Sneak into his godsons chambers and switch his broom for a trick broom that would become impossible to let go of and go out of control, charm Snapes cauldrons to belched any time an ingredient was added or exorcised the contents onto him when the potion was done, as long as it was harmless that is.
Not like he cared for the greasy git. But Harry seemed to have a coronary the first time he did it and it was new version of the draught of living death that just seeped into the skin. He changed his ways, you would too if you had the most powerful wizard glare at you too. Though he didn't understand why his godson did this at. The greasy git hated him too.
But that was tomorrow. It was no fun doing any of that without the students there.
So back to the topic at hand. Sirius woke up that morning and stared at the red hangings on his four poster bed.
And he was bored.
Swinging his legs over the side and looking out the window that was over the pitch, he decided to get up for the day and see if there would be anything to do. He wore his normal attire and dark striped orb up and equally dark waist coat. Today it was blue though. Pulling on his grey slacks and shoes he thought for the thousandth time, why exactly he dressed this way. His mothers' shrill voice rang through his head about pure bloods this, and images that. It seemed it was so engrained that he didn't even think about anymore. He stood in front of the mirror and decided to leave the dark waves on his head alone, but thought more deeply on his appearance. Sure he looked like a pureblood, acted like one when the occasion called for it. But he shrugged. He liked the way he looked.
Leaving the room he set out to find something to do. His first stop Moony.
"Hey Moony?"
"What Sirius?"Remus was moving things around the history classroom. Setting up displays and making sure everything was just right.
"Are you done with the history lessons yet?"
"Sirius I cannot entertain you right now, go find someone else. Unless you want to help me?"
He was gone a few seconds before the sentence was even out. If there was anything he hated more that boredom it was work. So he left to find his godson, surely he was planning something fun today?
"Hey kiddo." Harry was sitting at his desk, his head hovering over a pile of papers.
"Sirius I do not have anything that will entertain you. go bug Albus." The man pouted for a second but realizing he was going to nothing else out of his godson he left. His shoulders slumped. Surely everyone wouldn't be working?
As he was walking towards the headmasters' office he ran into Hermione. Being literal he was forced to be a gentleman and helped her pick up the immense stack of books she had been carrying.
"Oh thank you Sirius. I'm sorry for running into you. I was just so much of a hurry. We got some new books today and I wanted to get them on the shelves before the students arrived tomorrow."
"Oh no Hermione it is my pleasure to help you. you read them first didn't you." The women blushed before laughing softly.
"Well, they just seemed so interesting. Hey would you like to help me shelve them? I have at least four more stacks I have to get in the library." He blanched at the look of the stack and the thought of four more.
"I'm afraid I have a meeting with the headmaster, if you still require assistance I will not hesitate."
The woman rolled her eyes and shook her head.
"Go Sirius before I force you to help me just under the principles that it will keep you out of trouble."
With a smirk he ran down the hall as quickly as he could. He frowned and lowed as he neared the guardian statue. Was he that predictable?
Before he even said the password the statue opened and Dumbledore stepped out. This morning though the robes he wore put even some of the more eccentric drag queens to shame. The electric blue robes and neon orange and green shooting stars flying all over them. The purple rimming sparkled slightly and matched the pointed hat sitting atop the white head. All in all Sirius had to blink back the tears the threatened to spill as he looked at the aged wizard in front of him.
"Ah this is a good morning isn't it Sirius?"
"Yes Albus it is."
"What do I owe this visit?"
"Well I was hoping…"
The old man looked at him over his spectacles. "That I might have something to occupy you with?"
"Yes." the older man thought for a moment.
"I do not however Severus might."
Sirius looked at the old man for a second before a grin spread across his face. Now that could be fun.
"Thank you headmaster, I'll go see if I could help him out."
The headmaster gave him a knowing, twinkling look before heading into the great hall. Sirius however made his way into the foreboding dungeons. People always warned him not to poke a sleeping bear. But who was he to listen?
He opened the door to the potions classroom as quietly as he could. Well he thought it was quiet but before the handle had even been turned Severus knew he was there. Sirius tried to sneak across the classroom to the man pouring over a boiling cauldron. Tried being the key word.
"Black, I do not have the patience for you this morning. Leave now before you become the next unfortunate volunteer for my next potion."
Sirius may have been considered reckless on several occasions, but he knew never to mess with the potions master when his potions was on the line. Though he thought that it may also have something to do with the last time Sirius had been in the process of 'helping' the potions master out. He had added an ingredient to early that turned the potion from a boil reduction to a boil inducer. The after effect had been amusing and he had had a great laugh. The potion master however made sure that Sirius thought twice before thinking of doing something like that again.
And he left.
He blamed the old man. He knew this was going to happen. Or he was getting old enough to forget that Snivellus hated, being the weakest form of the feeling he could come up with, him.
Standing outside the potions classroom he stared at the grey stone in front of him. He looked to the left and the stairs. Then to the right, where the candles lit up the dark, foreboding passage. A smirk spread across his face.
He could always explore the dungeon. They had never done that. It had always seemed like forbidden territory.
He turned right and started to walk into the maze. Without a map. This could be fun.
~an hour later~
He took it back. This was not fun.
For one; he was lost.
Two; he swore the castle was playing with him. He had been turned around at least four times.
Three; he broke his left hand twenty minutes back when he punched a wall out of frustration.
It was an hour ago that he tried to leave the dungeons. He was so irritated he forgot he was bored. not that it mattered now anyway.
Four; he just tripped on that stone back there. And it was not there before! He thinks he broke a toe on the damn thing.
Five; he had just sworn immediately after. It sounding something like shit! Fuck! Damn! Oh hell!
Six; the castle swallowed him.
He sat on the dusty ground and stared at the hole in the ceiling that had once been the floor he had been walking on. The hole closed up and he stood rubbing his posterior. Again he blamed the old man. If he hadn't sent him into the dungeons this wouldn't have happened in the first place.
He blinked against the sudden light as the room light up. In front of him there were four large pillars; all had glowing orbs all over him.
The muggles would say he had ADD. It was that simple. How else would you explain the compulsion he suddenly had to push every single orb?
Well compulsion was a step short. Because he did push every orb, and was sorely disappointed when nothing happened. Except that the lights went out.
Couldn't it at least get him out of here?
No the only thing that happened was a single orb wedged between two of the pillars blinked on. He would know because it took him two minutes of wiggling and stretching to even push it. That's when it happened.
The room burst into a bright flash and it felt like something forced its way into his mind. Whatever it was it shifted through his memories. Whatever it found it was not happy.
"Magic is dying; I'm going to have to fix this." An image appeared in front of him.* It was a small boy with black hair and blue eyes. He had a large sword strapped to his side.
"Who are you?"
"I am Hogwarts." Now to Sirius this was crazy. Everyone must be playing a prank on him.
"Haha, good one. Okay guys you can let me out now."
"You have activated the fail safe. It was meant to be activated in emergencies."
"What's the emergency then?" he figured play along. They would let him out eventually.
"Magic is slowly dying. I must take immediate action if the magical world does not wish to disappear."
He walked up to the boy and attempted to pat him on the shoulder but his hand fell through. It was then he felt the magic coming from the boy. It was then that he started to get the feeling this was not a prank.
"What action are you going to take?"
"I must renew magic in everyone."
"How are you going to do that?"
"By unlocking magical creature heritage in the people that occupy my space."
Sirius should have known it.
When he was bored nothing good ever came of it.
A/N okay I'm going to end it here. Let me know what you think. This is going to be a Snarry story but this is just how I'm starting it. Now to make things clear it's during the summer and there are a lot more people in the castle right now then just those mentioned. Hogwarts does what she does because in creature heritage there is no half blood you become a full blood magical entity. This is her solution to give the wizarding world new blood and magic. * The boy is a mix of all four founders. A boy because of Hufflepuff. Small boys are loyal to a fault and most often times kinder the younger they are. This boy comes in the image of a four year old. The black hair from Slytherin, the blue eyes from Ravenclaw, and the sword from Gryffindor.
Okay let me know what you think. TTFN.