Woo! Now that the new book and movie are coming out, I'm in Harry Potter mode. I actually had this in my head for a while, so enjoy!!
Ever since Harry had come back from his hearing, Sirius had been grumpy and withdrawn. He was spending countless hours locked away in his room. Worried, Harry went upstairs to check on his godfather. He paused before knocking. A silvery light was shinning out from the door cracks. He knocked tentatively. The light was quickly extinguished and the door opened to reveal Sirius Black. His once handsome face was long and sad but he tried to put on a brave smile at the sight of Harry.
"Hey, Harry, what's up?"
"Er…It's Kreacher," Harry lied. "He's hiding stuff again and he won't listen to us."
Sirius scowled and stomped off toward the kitchen, grumbling under his breath. Once he was out of sight, Harry snuck into his godfather's room. Right on the nightstand was a large bowl shaped object draped in a clothe. Four years of living in the magical world taught Harry to be wary of unkown objects. He pulled the clothe off carefully to reveal a Pensieve. Wondering what memories his godfather was hiding, Harry dipped his wand into the silvery liquid. Harry was instantly catapulted into darkness until he finally came to a stop at Hogwarts next to the Marauders, his mother, and some other woman Harry did not know.
"As soon as I get out of here, I'm joining the Order of the Phoenix," Harry's dad was boasting.
Sirius let out a bark-like laugh. "You couldn't stop me if you tried!"
The strange woman smiled lovingly at him. She was extraordinarily beautiful with long chestnut hair and dark skin. "I knew you would say that," she said.
Just as Wormtail was nervously asking questions about the Order, Harry felt a hand grab his upper arm. Wincing, he looked up into his godfather's grave face.
"Kreacher, huh?" Sirius asked skeptically, his face white.
"Y-yeah," Harry stammered. There was an awkward silence as neither man moved. Sirius was watching the girl with a shocked expression on his face.
"Oh my god," Sirius breathed. "Stella…"
"Who is she?" Harry whispered. Sirius started as if coming out of a trance. He shook his head like a dog trying to get water out of its ears, tightened his grip on Harry's arm, and they left the Pensieve. Once they were back in Grimmauld Place, Harry turned to look at his godfather. "Sirius, can I ask you about what I saw in there?"
Sirius whipped around. "No!" he said sharply. "Harry, you can go anywhere you want to in this house, but stay away from this Pensieve, understood?"
Harry stared at him, determined. "Who was Stel-"
"No!" his godfather cut him off. "Never again. Go help Molly downstairs, alright?" Harry nodded and left the room. Sirius slammed the door after him and sank down onto his bed with his head in his hands where he could sob silently.
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