Hey! Hope you like this chapter, praises and flames accepted. Sorry it's a short- I wanted some sort of cliff. Oh and if you're confused- you didn't read the AN before chapter 1.
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"It's so sad," Molly Weasly whispered.
Sirius led Dumbledore and the elder members of The Order past the dreary shops of Wizarding Paris, and the deep scars the city bore were plain. Boards covered up the windows of cafés and designer stores. Faded posters haunted every street corner, reminding of some long-forgotten carnival in a long-forgotten city.
"It used to be beautiful." Sirius said sadly. He stopped a touched a poster on a graying streetlamp. "I remember when I was in hiding. Every time I risked going outside, it was a paradise, a faraway place of perfection and wonder. I walked down this very street and thought: I'm an outsider, as I watched all the people around me move as one... as if they were a city as a whole and not individuals. The lights in the distance sparkled like stars, and the laughter and music followed you everywhere. I was so peaceful back then…" He cast a last wistful glance around him, turned on his heel and strode down the street, leaving the others to scurry after him.
He led them past a golden fountain and a breathtaking park. The Order shed more than a few tears at the sight of a picnic table set up by the lake. Seemingly frozen in time after whatever horrible event happened there, streamers and presents lay scattered and practically worn into the ground over the years, then covered by mud and rain. The table itself still held a dirty white tablecloth, with darker stains on one side that could only be blood.
Finally, they reached a grand house at the end of the park. It was white with golden trimmings around the gutters and the elegant decorations on the side of the house. A single white porch swing moved back and forth in the wind. It was coated with grim and dirt, but it was easy to see the house itself. Almost like a mirror, you could see the proud house while it was bustling with activity and happiness. The whole picture fit into the rest of the city, sad and lonely- almost longing for the people it lost.
"Here we are." Sirius muttered before walking up the pathway and digging into his pocket. Not yet used to the idea of him as a good guy, when Sirius brought out a knife instead of a key, suddenly almost all wands were pointed and aimed at his heart.
"Whoa!" Sirius yelped, throwing his hands up in an 'I surrender' gesture. "Blood wards. You can relax here- though I suppose I won't blame you if you don't."
"Sorry." James shrugged, but still not lowering his wand, "Old habits die hard."
Sirius raised a prefect eyebrow at his former friend. If someone had seen him on he street, they would see a handsome man in his late twenties or early thirties, his 5 years in Askaban showed no physical evidence, but the look in his eyes was enough to show the pain and anger he constantly suppressed. Those eyes know regarded James with a dark look as if knowing that the man didn't want to be here. He remembered the actions that followed his 'confession'…
-Flashback-
"Don't mind me. All I want to know is- do you believe me?"
There was a long silence. Sirius was not nervous, he was beyond such pettiness, he was curious. Who would…?
"I believe you." Lily Potter stood up. "I believe you because I know one part of your story is true. My eldest son is not dead."
"He's not." Sirius agreed, elated.
"Can… can I see him?" She asked as an afterthought, though her eagerness was badly disguised.
Sirius hesitated. It was cruel, he knew, to tell her like this. She had never known her son, and her first impression to be one so horrible… But, he reasoned, she would have to find out sooner or later. And what better way for to prove to the rest of The Order he wasn't lying than proof right?
"He's… no himself right now. But I'll take you to him. Like I said, he's at my place in France. It's charmed though, I'll have to take you there."
"Then I'm going too." James said. His protective hand on his wife's shoulder was a hint on his current beliefs on the ex-convict. Remus then stood, and soon most of The Order was standing. And after a long yelling match between the younger members and the adults, it was decided that the newer members were to stay at HQ and hold down the fort.
-End Flashback-
Sirius slit his palm in an 'X' across the middle, then raised a hand and pressed it to the center frame of the door. The Order watched, disgusted, as the door sucked in the leftover blood hungrily. He held out his palm and it healed as it grasp the knob on the door.
Swinging it open, he took in a deep breath and knew there was no turning back now…
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Matthew Black was never a patient person. He paced back in forth in the dining room until he heard the door open with a soft click.
"Dad! Were have you been the healer has already left-" He cut off abruptly at the sight of his father –his father- leading no other than The Order of the Phoenix into their entry hall. "Holy-"
"Language, Matthew." His father scolded. "This is The Order. They'll be our guest for an hour or so, so be on your best behavior." He paused. "They're here to see Harry."
Matthew tensed and scanned the crowd for the two people he knew he would find. Lily and James Potter. He growled, surprising the stiffs.
"Why?" He growled. He had always been protective of his 'little brother'. He wasn't going to let them take him away.
Sirius scowled at his son. "Because," he said drawling out the word warily, "They have the right to see him."
"No," Matt disagreed, "They don't. They didn't raise him. They don't know anything about him! As far as I'm concerned- they are not his par-"
"Matthew!" A voice yelled. They all turned to see a beautiful blonde haired woman at the top of the main stairs. She was out of breath but her features still betrayed her emotions clearly- shock, pain and worry. Eva Fey-Black. "Sirius, baby, you're here! I-it's Harry!"
Everyone tensed. There was a moment were they were all still as if under a spell. Matt broke out of it and sprinted up the stairs. They all followed.
The Order was lead up the large main staircase and down a wide hallway full of closed doors and scattered portraits of Black ancestors who's eyes followed them like the muggle paintings in horror movie, then to the room at the very end of the long hall.
"Harry!" Matthew yelled and burst through the door.
It was a large room. It had black walls with an off-white strip going horizontally around the rectangular perimeter that matched the rest color of the hallway. There was a desk, a bed and a pretty good-sized bookcase along the far and left wall. What struck The Order the most was- it was bare. There was no pictures or any personal belongings anywhere. There were three shrunk suitcases on the desk but… that was all. In the middle of the room there was a single chair, obviously pulled from the desk. Kneeling next to the chair was a pretty girl with brown hair with a bright pink strip along the left side. Her pretty, Italian features were screwed up with the same worry that reflected onto Eva Fey's face. But it was the person in the chair that made all the difference.
Harry James Potter-Black. He had shoulder length black hair and pale skin, probably from hiding inside most of his life. His features were defined and 100% James, except for a scar that run across his neck at an odd angle, like someone had tried to slit his throat. His body was muscular but lean, like a seeker, James and various other male members of The Order thought absentmindedly. His long and slender fingers clutched a muggle instrument, a guitar. His eyes- oh god.
His eyes were pitch black and soulless as they stared off at a piece of the wall in front of him. He sat board stiff and his fingers suddenly clenched into fists, causing the black guitar to crash into the floor. Sirius and Matt hurried to his side, triggered at the sound of the crash.
"Harry, Harry, what do you See?" Sirius asked, breathless.
"I- I" Harry struggled. His voice was deep and mature, but with an almost… childlike innocence that certainly didn't fit his outward appearance.
"It's dark. Everyone's… everyone's dead. Blood… we've been massacred. Out-numbered and out-smarted. He was too strong… they're victorious, they won. The light and Grey lost… Two figures… Somas Maxis… and… Voldemort."
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Still looking for a Beta-reader. Sorry, but I prefer one with a fan-fiction account. :'I