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For Old timers- I went a little more in depth with the whole 'Old-Blood' thing. Hope you enjoy it. Also- please don't kill me. Sirius isn't forgetting the Marauders in this chapter, he's only remembering a bit of himself he had lost.

Chapter Three:

Sirius Black was in love. There was simply no denying the fact that he had never seen anyone as beautiful as J.A. Potter. The way his hands gestured freely; the determination in his eyes; his evidently gorgeous body that was hinted at behind his robes; his honesty; the way his lips moved around his words; the planes of his cheeks, covered with stubble; he was absolutely enchanting.

Sirius walked in a daze to his next class, which happened to be Transfiguration. He could honestly say he had not taken in a word of McGonagall's speech- something about N.E.W.T.s? -
but his daze faded as he sat down for lunch and served himself a ham and cheese sandwich.

"So, Padfoot, do you know what this Old Blood stuff is?" Remus asked.

"You don't?" Sirius asked, surprised. It seemed so essential for a wizard to know-

Remus shook his head, and Sirius glanced at James, who scowled. Peter didn't take Transfiguration, and so ate lunch earlier. Plus Peter wouldn't understand know matter how he explained. The Pettigrews were like the Potters- pure but not Old Blooded.

"Okay- well, huh. Um, Old Blood is basically- well. Merlin, I don't know how to explain it."

"It's got something to do with PureBlood?" James asked.

"Vaguely- yes. But the Potter's are Pureblooded- sort of- and not Old Blooded. The term PureBlood is actually pretty recent, late 1500's. Okay- I'll just tell it how I was taught.
In the beginning of time there were two rivers, one was fully magical, and one was not. Wizards descended from the magical river, and the Muggles from the other. But then the rivers became one. All of the Wizarding families' pre-the combination are Old Blooded, and the others are grouped as you know. But really that's just the myth. The truth is that Old Blooded family's blood is completely magical in nature- while Pureblood's or any mixed with muggle blood isn't."

Nearly the entire Gryffindor table was staring at him, listening to his explanation.

"And you believe that?" James asked skeptically.

Sirius almost snapped. If their was one thing he prided in his heritage it was his Old Blood- and nobody, not even his brother in all but that blood, would make him question or discount it.

"There's nothing to 'believe'. It's proven- endless Healer's, Magical Theorist's, Sensors and Empaths have conducted experiments. It's true. There's no question."

And with that, Sirius could stand no longer to be around those who could never understand that shared heritage, so he stood up, and swept over to the Ravenclaw table, where he joined Frank Longbottom. Frank was one of Sirius' only childhood friends. Though the Longbottom weren't part of the same circle as the Blacks, they were Traditionalists and Old Blood, so his mother had approved of this friendship.

"Hey Sirius," Frank greeted, as Sirius moodily dropped into the seat besides him. "Trouble in paradise?"

Sirius let out a low growl, startling Frank. "They just don't get it."

"Get what?" Frank asked, reaching for a cup of tea and sliding it in front of Sirius.

"Heritage."

Understanding dawned, "Oh." Frank had warned Sirius when he had noticed him getting close to the other boys in first year that they'd never understand where Sirius came from. It had never seemed to be a problem before, and he wondered why it was coming up now.

"You were right, they'll never get it. They won't understand."

"You don't know that, Siri. They can't know first hand, but that doesn't mean-"

Sirius shook his head.

"What brought this on Sirius?"

"It's the new Defense teacher- he's insisting on using the term 'Old Blood' for the right people. I bet half the people in class had no idea what it was- mostly Gryffindors."

There was something bitter and cold in Sirius' voice that Frank didn't like.

"Are you regretting asking for Gryffindor?" He whispered.

"I- I don't think so. I've just realized all my close friends, previous girlfriends, acquaintances- they're New Blood. It was so stupid to separate myself from my heritage like that- I don't know what I was thinking."

"You were eleven."

"True. But-" Sirius shook his head.

"Sirius- you're heritage hasn't left you- don't forget that. We're all still here- and we'll get it. You're family drove you from them. It isn't your fault you wanted to forget."

"Thanks Frank."

"But those "Marauders" of yours, obviously really care for you."

"Oh- I'm not going to leave them- we're like brothers, I could never forget them- I just, I can't believe I forgot this."

Sirius swept his hand in a small circle. Frank's friends were all Old Blooded, and they were seated at the end of the table in a comfortable group. The feeling- it was just so different. Magic clung in the air, swirling around each purely magical being, and interacting with each of the unique magics around them. The warm chaotic feeling of the magic was something he couldn't get in Gryffindor. He could get something like it after years with his friends - their magics were used to each other. The swirled together, rhythmically, almost like a dance, but it took forever for his friend's magics to swirl out like Old Blooded magic naturally did.

"You're welcome anytime, Siri." Frank said with a smile and a brief pat on the back. Sirius smiled- and for the first time in a long time, his magic swirled out and met with unfamiliar magics.


Jake was having a hard time of it.

It had started that morning with Adam's proclamation about seeing Grandma and Grandpa. Then seeing his parents, his mentors, his godfather, and his teachers... their eager faces as he tried to tell them some of them would die. It left him literally shaking and unable to attend lunch in the Great Hall. Instead he had holed up in his rooms with Adam.

This was harder than he thought it would be- and he had thought it would be damn hard. When he first decided to commit to this crazy plan, it was because there wasn't another option.

The last of the resistance was dead. Ron had left nearly a month ago to see what food he could scavenge from the muggle world and he had never returned. He knew what that meant. Jake sat up in a tree, Adam curled in a makeshift nest, fast asleep, behind him. With cold, broken eyes he considered Hogwarts, clutching a book in his hand. He had stumbled across the book nearly a week ago, and when he had come across the ritual that would allow him to over write history, he knew he had to do it, so he returned to the only place where he could get the ingredients he needed for the potion needed. It was beyond to be dangerous to be back here- it was fool hardy. But every wizard with less than pure blood was dead. The Muggles- if not dead- were enslaved and suffered constant torture. The world had descended into a state of complete and utter darkness, with Voldemort as supreme ruler. If he could change that- he had to.

Jake shuddered, and Adam, who was curled up in his lap, cuddled closer.

"It's gonna be alright Daddy. Is gonna be alright."

'I hope so, loveling. I hope so.'

An: There it is. More Jake next chapter, I believe. I'd love to here from everybody considering this explanation of Old Blood compared to the original.

Also- I'm trying to give Sirius some depth, am I succeeding or does he just sound Angsty?

I'm on spring break, so hopefully I'll have more time to write- but no promises, as I've got several projects in the works that aren't even up. : p

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