Disclaimer: I unfortunately don't own Harry Potter and don't earn any money because of this story.
Author's note: Here are the next five drabbles
Pairing: future Sirius/Harry
Rating: PG
6. Department of Mysteries
Getting into the Department of Mysteries was still ridiculously easy, especially when an invisibility cloak was involved. Harry even managed to avoid the few Unspeakables he encountered on his way to the Death Chamber.
There might have been the possibility of asking Kingsley Shacklebolt, who was still the Minister of Magic, for help, but Harry had been wary of him saying 'no' and guarding the place more thoroughly. It was easier to apologise than to ask for permission. And to be honest, the brunet was still unsure about the success of his endeavour.
Harry could only hope for the best.
7. Doubt
Harry was looking at his watch for about the fiftieth time in the last ten minutes. In less than sixty seconds he would know if the prophecy was, indeed, accurate and he would...
The brunet swallowed thickly and wiped his sweaty hands on his trousers.
He was a nervous wreck.
With reason.
As the clock finally stuck twelve, Harry anticipated some spectacular interaction between the Veil and the Hallows, but nothing noteworthy happened.
The brunet felt the first stirrings of disappointment and hopelessness, when the Veil suddenly started to flutter.
The next thing Harry saw was a black-haired, unconscious man.
8. Confusion
Sirius woke up oddly refreshed and comfortable, which really confused him.
Hadn't he fallen into the Veil after being hexed by his oh so lovely cousin Bellatrix?
Maybe someone had managed to rescue him somehow? Where the bloody hell was he anyway? This definitely wasn't Grimmauld Place with its gloomy atmosphere.
After sitting up, Sirius took a closer look around, but stopped abruptly, when he saw the about eight years old, black-haired, green-eyed child in the doorway.
"Harry? What happened? Did someone throw a de-aging hex at you?"
The child scurried away without a word, leaving behind a bewildered animagus.
9. Interrogation
"So..., you're telling me that I fell into the Veil and now, ten years later, you found the means to get me back out."
"Yes."
"And you're my Prongslet."
"Well, my animagus form doesn't have any antlers, but basically yes."
"And the war is finally- wait a minute. Your animagus form?"
The man - who had mostly proven to be his godson – smiled wryly.
"I can show you later, alright?"
"Right..."
Oh Merlin, his life was so screwed up.
He had been alive – kind of, at least – for forty-five years and had been incapacitated for more than half of them.
10. Clone
"Who is the lucky witch?"
Harry stared at his godfather in utter confusion.
"What?"
"I saw your mini-clone, when I woke up. I'm curious with whom you ended up with."
After processing the implication, Harry snorted in amusement. He left the room without an explanation, but quickly reappeared with the – reluctant - boy in question.
"Sirius won't bite... much. Show him, what you can do."
The boy nodded shyly, before the green eyes turned grey and the hair the slightest bit tamer.
He looked remarkably like the lovechild of Sirius and Harry.
"Padfoot, meet Theodore Remus Lupin, Teddy for short!"
