Pardon My Past
Chapter 2
By Karma's Slave
Disclaimer: I do not own harry potter.
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'Harry' Sirius's mind screamed as he had come too. "Your safe now, nephew" said a calm masculine voice
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Year, 1996
"NO! You don't understand, I have to go back, he needs me!" the younger Sirius Black screamed. "I'm sorry nephew, you can't not do that at least not now" said Sirius, the first; as he tried to hold down the younger Black, "what do you mean not now? Harry needs me, I have to help him" Sirius yelled as he struggled against his great uncle.
"It's alright Padfoot" said a voice that Sirius has not heard in years, Sirius had stopped struggling with his great uncle, "James?" Sirius asked. "Well who else would it be padfoot?" as James Potter stepped forward. "I've asked your friend James Potter here Sirius, to help you understand what's to be coming" said the elder Black but the younger was not listening. "Harry will be alright he has the others to help him" he said to his recently deceased friend, "You know for a fact Sirius he's survived through worse" added James.
"But Prongs…James, I promised you and Lily, I promised him that I would be there….I promised" Sirius bellowed with such sad emotion. "Sirius, whatever happened. Had happened, you didn't know. We didn't know as hard as this is to say padfoot, it's time for you not to live in the past anymore... at least not that one" James said.
James's speech had comforted Sirius in a way but not completely, but before he could say anything else. "I need your help" said the elder Black.
"Who are you?" asked the younger Black as now staring at the man whom was looking exactly like him. Give or take a few facial features but there was a strong resemblance, or what he could of been like had his life had not been wasted in Azkaban.
"Well you see it's actually going to be a longer story then you think, I'm Sirius Black, The First, but until you had fallen into the veil …well uh this is the part where it's really complicated." He said the younger Sirius and with James by his side stood silent.
"How much complicated?" Sirius asked.
"But before your recent death, I was apart of you" said the elder Sirius.
"Oh!" Sirius plainly said while he wore a bewildered look upon his face
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The Present
Hermione couldn't take it anymore she had to open the trunk; she couldn't concentrate on the rest of the attic. Placing her hands on one of the handles Hermione began to pull the chest towards her; it budged some but not enough for Hermione to open the trunk all the way. Hermione giving the trunk more pulls and tugs and with a loud groan, due to the pain she felt in her arms and as well as her lower back. After what seemed to be awhile Hermione finally managed to pull out the trunk of Regina Granger, unfortunately had landed butt first the second Hermione had recovered the trunk from under all the older possessions of the Granger family.
Hermione now getting a good and better look at the trunk; Hermione could see a faded or possibly still fading emblem on the trunk. She squinted her eyes toward the emblem and to Hermione it looked oddly familiar, it hadn't taken Hermione long to figure it out; the crest was an emblem of Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. 'She was a witch…like me and she went to Hogwarts as well' the thought of another magical being in the family had always comforted Hermione, however it really was shame to Hermione that she could never in some way or another meet this fellow family witch.
Her eyes shifted from the emblem to the padlock on the trunk, "great" Hermione said out loud, without thinking Hermione figured since the lock was so old it would break easily, so she went to try and haul the old padlock off the trunk. What actually had surprised Hermione was that for an old lock it was quite shockingly sturdy?
Then she felt the tip of her Vinewood and dragon heart string core wand begin to poke into her side. Hermione mentally slapped herself for her 'air-head' moment, as she realized she could have gotten the padlock off in another way. But she just brushed it off probably for the excitement of answering her curiosity.
With her wand now in her hand "Alohamora" as she casted the spell.
The sound of a small click had filled the attic and then only to be followed by a clanking thud, for when Hermione took off the padlock and dropped. Hermione took in a breath just before as she was about to open the trunk, a moment of silence if you will.
With both hands on the cover; Hermione opened the age old trunk. "Achoo!!!" as the dust from inside the trunk had set off Hermione's allergies. Using the same cleaning spell from before, the dust was gone. "That's better" she said to herself. As Hermione went through the trunk one of the possessions of Regina Granger was a blue and silver scarf, with a small smile to her lips, "She was a Ravenclaw" Hermione had also taken note of the books inside the trunk but she figured she would go through them later. Out of the corner of her eye, Hermione noticed an object sticking out from under one of the books. It looked to be a small painting canvas, Hermione, took it so she can look at it.
She stared at the painting wide eye; it was a muggle style painting. But that wasn't what bothered Hermione, it was a small painting of Regina Granger; Hermione was speechless she felt as is she was staring right at herself it was almost uncanny however Regina Granger was not alone in that painting. Hermione looked at Regina as she was in the arms of a Black and not just any Black but a dead ringer for the Sirius Black she had once known.
This was starting to scare the hell out of Hermione…and she hasn't even a clue to what's coming.
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End Chapter 2