I am sorry, I know this is the second time TUC has been reposted. But I have a new title and well a lengthy prologue. Having said that, please read and feel free to comment through reviews, private messages or my email id, anka7995atgmaildotcom.

The Unforeseen Changes

Prologue

Harry

Harry rolled his eyes as he escaped the dark and dingy room which he had been allotted in the No.12 Grimmauld place by Mrs. Weasley.

In semblance to the Burrow, he shared this room with his best friend Ronald Weasley, but the house lacked the warmth and cheerfulness that the Burrow provided.

The Burrow had an air of being a home, this place on the other hand was a house made of bricks, cement and magic.

The voices of Ron and the twins arguing about the secret weapon were loud enough even after closing the door – which happened with lingering squeak. He was surprised that Mrs. Weasley had not barged into the room, her wand in hand. She was quite strict when it came to Harry and others knowing about the plans of the Order of the Phoenix.

In her opinion, they were all children and should not know anything about Voldemort or his plans. Harry wanted to argue that Voldemort would not spare them just because they were children, he showed no indication of doing that in the past. On the contrary, he had been set on killing Harry even and since when he was one year old.

At the moment, the only sensible person, in Harry's opinion was Sirius. Obviously, Harry's opinion was biased because, only Sirius was ready to tell him about the secret weapon or the Order of the Phoenix... or Voldemort.

Ron, Fred and George, might argue all they want, as long they want, maybe for the whole night, which Harry knew they had the capability and capacity to but, it would all be guess-work, there were just too many possibilities of what this secret weapon might be...

It might be some Muggle equipment or Muggle armour because Voldemort would hardly suspect anything Muggle against him. Harry knew Muggle weapons were as deadly as magic. He remembered a lesson on Hiroshima and Nagasaki in his school before he left for Hogwarts, he had learned that the destruction caused by those Muggle bombs would last for generations.

Harry observed the place for the first time, it was dark and dingy as previously mentioned. But it also held an air of something peculiar, Harry had felt the same when he was in the Chambers Of Secrets in Hogwarts.

The place was not welcoming, he wondered, how would anyone live here? By the looks of it this place was definitely a house but who would like to live in a place that held such unwelcoming aura?

But then again, Harry thought, Sirius had grown up in this place. No doubt people easily believed he was a murderer. Anyone who would have seen this place, would have easily believed that the occupants were dark magicians.

Harry sat down on the stairs, not caring for the grime that would spoil his jeans.

His jeans were already Dudley's hand-me-downs, torn at places, baggy and faded.

While, Harry could afford robes, he had no idea whether Diagon Alley had a place with muggle clothes.

Even if it had, Harry had not intention of buying clothes.

Clothes, was not even on his mind.

How could it be? When a deranged wizard with an army was set on killing him?

Harry decided he deserved to know. As he had told Hermione and Ron, he was the one who faced him on that dreadful night in the graveyard. He had seen Cedric die. He had seen Voldemort regain a body. He had been tortured by him. He had lost everything, that Halloween night. When Voldemort killed his parents.

Why was Dumbledore so keen on not letting him know anything?

Mrs. Weasley believes that it was to maintain his childhood. But Harry had lost his childhood the day he was left at the doorstep of Dursleys.

Or was it to keep pretence in front of the Ministry of Magic, who changed opinions about people like weather?

He sighed and rubbed his face with his hands. Tired. Angry. Betrayed.

He wanted someone to talk to someone who would listen. Someone who would understand. Someone who would just tell him everything will be alright, even if it was a lie.

As if on a cue a voice said, "You are up awfully late, Harry,"

Harry turned to find Sirius looking at him from the light of lumos lit on his wand.

"Don't stand there, if Molly sees you she would blow a gasket," he smirked, Harry shook his head but smiled none-the-less, and followed his Godfather into a room.

Harry not for the first time wondered how life could have been if Sirius had not been hoarded to Azkaban.
A part of his mind wanted to ask Sirius that why did he leave him with Hagrid and went to chase Peter Pettigrew? Was Harry not important enough?

But then Harry wondered if Ron and Hermione would have been killed, he would have done the same, chased their killer and made sure that he died a painful death.

He looked around, the room was dimly lit with a greenish glow by magic, he assumed, and had a tapestry on the entire walls of the room. The title read,

The Ancient and Noble House of Black

Toujours Pur

The tapestry looked immensely old and the dates of birth and death could be seen till Middle Ages...

"You're not here," Harry noticed, looking up at Sirius.

"I used to be," said Sirius, fingering a black spot, in the tapestry, "My dear mother, blasted me off it, when I left...ran away from home, when I was sixteen."

'Figures,' Harry thought, 'He would have ran away, if he was in Sirius' place.'

"Left?" Harry asked, "Where did you go?"

"To your dad's, of course," Sirius smiled, "Your grandparents were really happy about that, adopted me as a second son... There she is," He pointed to a place not very above, but not very below either, Dorea Black, "I am surprised she isn't blasted off, but then again she married Charles Potter, a pure-blood."

"My Grandmother was a Slytherin?" Harry asked, as he looked surprised at Sirius who had once said, everyone from his family were Slytherins, except him.

"Yeah," Sirius smiled fondly, "She used to say that it was hypocrisy to think all the Slytherins were bad and somehow we forgot it along the way in our school years but when Hogwarts ended, we realized not all Slytherins were evil. Some... yeah. But not all."

He sounded reminiscent and Harry had never heard Sirius sounding so serious before, in their third year he was desperate, yes, angry, yes, but not serious, "Sometimes, I wonder what things would be like if I wasn't as prejudiced as I was in my school years... Things would have been better."

Harry let his godfather contemplate his past mistakes for a few moments as he digested the new information...

Was he prejudiced?

'Well I have a reason to be.' He thought, stubbornly as the faces of Malfoy and Snape flashed in front of him.

"What is the secret weapon?" Harry asked, bluntly, not able to bear the silence.

"You think I will tell you?" Sirius asked, his smirk back in place, "No one wants me to..."

"Like you have followed the rules before, Sirius," Harry smirked back at his Godfather, "If I am not mistaken McGonagall says you and Dad were worse than Fred and George when it came to trouble-making and pranks, if the Marauders Maps says something, it says that that's the truth..."

Sirius laughed, "Oh Harry you don't know the Marauder legacy!" He exclaimed, "Someday I will tell you all the chaos we created. Of course, I am going to tell you." He smiled.

Harry smiled and looked at Sirius eagerly, "But I thought you might never ask. Marauders have not tainted you..."

"But I still break rules," Harry joked, "you know a criminal trial and all."

Harry was surprised at how easy it was to joke around with Sirius and forget his problems.

'Maybe, that was the reason why they pranked people and joked around,' Harry mused, 'Those must have been dark times, just like these.'

Sirius laughed again, "Yes, your father would be jealous of the expanse of your trouble-making,"

They fell into silence as Sirius seemed to be reminiscing again and Harry was trying to think of the best way to approach Sirius with the question.

"So, Sirius, what is the weapon?" Harry asked, decided to be to the point, because that is the only thing – he had learned - worked with Sirius.

"It is a prophecy..." Sirius began to say and Harry smiled because his Godfather was as blunt as he was.

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Word Count: 1455

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