Disclamer : J.K Rowling owns Harry Potter, I do not own Harry Potter, therefore, I'm not J.K Rowling. The main pairing is gay. Don't like, don't read.

Summary : A prophecy. Going trough the Veil to be with Sirius again. A twinkle that won't die. Puppet Potter is no longer.

English is not my first language. I proofread myself but mistakes can slip through and I apologize in advance if that's the case.

I'll now publish every two-weeks on Saturday, hope to see you there

Twinke, twinke, won't you die?

CHAPTER 2 : Dancing with the wolf

He was running like he never ran before. The grass was zooming under his body as fast as could be. He could feel the ache in his muscles but the adrenaline had quickly taken over. He didn't know how it could have escalated that quickly. Merely minutes ago they were all playing joyfully with Moony in the Forbidden Forest when the wolf had gone stiff, sniffed the air and ran away. It had never happened before. Sure, it wasn't the first time a student had broken the curfew but never before they hadn't been able to contain their friend. Usually, Remus would take notice of the scent and then would resume their playing. It hadn't occurred to Sirius that this time could be different. And now he was running. He could hear Prongs running alongside with him and assumed Wormtail was on his back. He didn't have Moony's nose but he could smell it now. The stranger's scent. It was new but yet familiar, maybe someone he had passed by in the hallway and whose scent he had unconsciously memorized. He could smell Moony too, the two scents were close. Too close.

Harry froze. The prophecy had said he wouldn't die going through the Veil but as usual, Fate was a bitch and a werewolf was waiting for him on the other side. It was a growl that interrupted his trail of thoughts. He turned back his attention to the werewolf, mentally berating himself for letting himself be distracted. He seemed angry but not at him. He was sniffing the air as if looking for something. The creature's eyes were not on him but scrutinizing the surroundings with a surprising glint of intelligence. Harry was not scared and that was what scared him. The creature looked familiar and rather protective but that didn't mean it wasn't dangerous. His hand went to his pocket to retrieve his wand. The Elder Wand. Dumbledore had been foolish. He had let himself be disarmed by Draco Malfoy back in sixth-year and never the thought had occurred to him to claim the wand back. The man, like many others, thought that only the death of the owner of the wand would change its loyalty. He was wrong and when Harry had disarmed the blond while at his Manor, the allegiance of the wand had changed once more. During the Hogwarts Battle, it had just appeared in his hand, ready to be used by his true master. And then he had the three hollows. How Dumbledore managed to survive without his wand wasn't a surprise. The old fool had not even participated in the battle. Of course, the player never risks his life on the chessboard. He had gone into hiding— pointing his old age— with the former minister Cornelius Fudge. His age. Minerva McGonagall had fought, fourth-year students had fought for crying out loud. No, the man was just a coward expecting everyone to fawn over the 'Leader of the Light' and his strategist's talents. Well, it didn't happen, in fact, many people blamed him for hiding from the fight when he had been the one to call people out for not playing their part in the war. And Cornelius Fudge, he and Dumbledore may be the best frenemies ever. Plotting together for power while also being suspicious of each other's and Harry's greed. The boy-who-lived had no desire for power and the very nature of the two men could not comprehend it. Harry tightened his grip on his wand. He would not let himself be killed because of a friendly-looking werewolf. He was about to make a move to escape when he heard a sound coming his way. Someone or something was coming towards him and fast. Worse, they were running towards a werewolf. The latter had raised its head to sniff the air and had placed itself in front of Harry as if trying to protect him from whoever was approaching. The green-eyed boy could only stare at the back of his protector in disbelief. This was not a normal behavior. Werewolves only protected those who were part of their pack. He had never met the werewolf, he couldn't have possibly been. The only werewolf he knew was… 'no this can't be,' he thought 'he's dead, this can't be him'. Remus had lost his life during the Battle of Hogwarts along with his wife leaving their son in the custody of his grandmother. It had hurt when he had not be given custody because of his young age but Andromeda had promised him he could see his godson whenever he wanted. The werewolf growled, startling Harry, but once more this wasn't directed towards him. He tried to take a peek at whatever it was that had approached but his protector was blocking the view. A bark resonated through the night and the teen froze. A snarl escaped the wolf's throat but it died quickly. Apparently whoever it was wasn't considered a threat by his protector. The latter finally moved deeming it safe and Harry could only stare in shock. A stag and a dog were staring right back at him. 'This isn't possible. This isn't happening. This isn't possible' he kept repeating to himself mentally. Soon enough, he realized what was happening and shock took over. His vision blurred more and more until only darkness surrounded him as he fell unconscious.

Sirius could only watch helplessly as the boy fell to the ground. He had only caught a glimpse of the lad but he could tell he hadn't seen him before. He watched carefully as Remus went back to growling toward them again, holding them responsible for the boy's predicament. The wolf nuzzled one of the wizard's hand, whining. The animagus just stared, shocked. Never had Remus acted this way with someone. That was the reason he wasn't transforming to help the boy. Even if they were the werewolf's friends, came the moon and none of it mattered. Under its influence, the young boy was merely a beast. Even if Sirius wanted to believe that there was some part of the wolf's brain that remembered them, he knew it was unlikely. If he were to change back to human, he would be attacked immediately. But for an unknown reason, this stranger was under his friend's wolf protection. When they—his friends for six years now—were still not accepted in their human forms. It was rather startling to see his friend act like that. He had even growled menacingly at them for crying out loud. The dog looked at the stag and could see him deep in thoughts, something unseen before in an animal's face. Remus was still trying to get a reaction from the lad, shielding him with his body. Padfoot took a couple of careful steps, letting the wolf take notice of his approach. When no violent reaction came, he closed the distance between them and nuzzled the werewolf's arm. He took a look at the boy and his breath hitched. If he didn't know better, he would have said it was James. There were some difference if you cared to look for them but they were minimal, the block could easily be mistaken for James by an untrained eye. The animagus looked at Moony with pleading eyes, trying to convey the thought that he only wanted to help. He was surprised when he saw a flicker of understanding in the amber eyes accompanied by a couple of steps back. Now that his friend was not breathing down his neck, Sirius could do something. Feeling his inner Gryffindor woking up, he took a deep breath before doing the most foolish thing he had ever made. He changed back. He watched the wolf for a reaction but there was none. He hadn't moved, he was only watching him curiously. Never leaving the werewolf from his sight, Sirius squatted down. Slowly, he extended an arm to reach for the boy and was relieved when Moony allowed him to do so. He pulled the raven-haired boy towards him and with his eyes still locked with the wolf, he got back up with the boy in his arms, his knees shaking from the weight.

"Prongs, I would really appreciate if you could keep Moony occupied while I retreat to the castle. I'm not really in the mood for turning my back to an over-protective werewolf or for running for that matter," Sirius said slowly but firmly.

With a glance, he could see the stag nodded and his friend took a couple of steps towards the wolf which didn't even react, eyes fixed on his cub. When Sirius deemed that James could hinder any of Remus' attacks, he took a couple of steps back. But his friend didn't seem upset if anything he looked kind of grateful. Now convinced that he wouldn't do anything to prevent him from leaving with the boy, Sirius turned his back to werewolf and walked calmly towards the castle. He winced when he realized that the lad needed to go to the Hospital Wing and that he would have to explain to the matron the reason for him being out of his dorm long after curfew.

Finally, after climbing a ridiculous number of stairs and feeling literally every muscle in his body, he was there. Building the courage to enter, he was shocked to see the double door flew open. Poppy Pomfrey came through them, looking alert. He raised an inquisitive eyebrow and she snorted before dryly answering his quiet question.

"Some people don't make it to the doors and some other need the choice of coming in out of their hands, Mr. Black."

Sirius nodded, uncertain about what to say. He stared blankly at the matron for a few seconds because snapping out of his trance.

"Well, Mr. Black, could I examine my patient now?" she curtly asked.

"Uh? Oh y-yeah, s-sorry," he stammered "Found him on the grounds, I have no idea of who he might be and I'm not even sure he's a student here. I think he only fainted though." he added quickly.

She answered with a non-committal noise rushing him to put her patient on one of the empty bed.

"And what might you be doing at this hour, outside after curfew, when you found him?" she asked, an eyebrow raised.

He knew there was no way to bullshit his way out of this so he decided to play the role of the stupid teenager he supposedly was.

"I was just walking, I couldn't sleep. I was pacing in the dorms at first but James threatened to hex me if I didn't snap out of it. I'd rather serve detention than to find myself at the wrong end of James Potter's wand," he replied smoothly, trying to look remorseful.

The best way to lie was, to tell the truth. His pacing wasn't something uncommon in the sixth-year boy dorm and he was sincere when he said he wouldn't want to land in his friend's bad graces.

She nodded her understanding and he flashed a bright smile at her to which she responded with a severe glance.

"Don't think your Head of House won't be informed, Mr. Black, you're smarter than that."

Sirius smile faltered. He knew his chivalry wouldn't be rewarded, even by the Head of the House of Godric Gryffindor. He was glad enough she hadn't sent him to bed, he wasn't quite ready to let go of the mystery that was the boy. He watched silently and almost reverently as the matron performed diagnostic spells on her patient. She was muttering to herself while moving her wand in intricate patterns. Multiple times her eyes widened as she continued to examine the boy on the bed. Sirius had been convinced the state of the boy was not worrisome— after all, fainting after coming face to face with a werewolf was a normal reaction— but the look on the matron's face told him that there was more to the story than a big fright. More and more unnerved by the matron's facial expressions, the teen couldn't help but ask.

"What is it? What happened to him? Is he gonna be okay?"

"Mr. Black, I think it's in your best interest to get back to your dorms, you might be able to catch some sleep before classes. As you're not family, I can't answer any of your question about the boy's health and therefore there's no point in you waiting here," she answered him firmly, but not rudely.

He opened his mouth to protest but quickly snapped it shut knowing who he was trying to argue with. He merely nodded, squeezed the boy's hand and took his leave. Before he could reach the door, the matron called his name.

"Mr. Black?"

He stopped to look at her.

"I would like for you to look out for him once he'll be better. Merlin knows what the boy has been through but it was surely not easy. I think he could use someone who understands," she said softly, a sad smile on the lips.

Sirius froze, stunned. Poppy was the one to thank for his almost scar-free body. Since year one, she had been the one to heal the remaining traces of his mother's love. It might don't show at first glance but he knew she cared for him. And he knew she wouldn't bring his home life up if it wasn't important. It made his heart clench as he looked at the boy, lying pale on the hospital bed. If he had been through what himself had been through, he could only empathize. Seeing she was expecting an answer he merely nodded with a sad smile of his own.

Once in his bed, the animagus brought his sheets up to his nose, trying to find warmth and comfort but his mind wouldn't stop going back to the boy in the Hospital Wing.

Who was he? Where was he from? What happened to him? And most importantly, why a werewolf acted against his instincts in order to protect him?

His eyes closed and his thoughts turned into dreams.

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