I am back, and don't worry, I'll be posting multiple chapters to make up for the lack of updates
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"So where to first?" James hissed.
"I say we should play some pranks, my friends," Sirius smirked.
"You know, in moments like this, I can tell you're from a Slytherin family."
"Shut up, James."
"It's true."
"Anyway," Remus interrupted, "what did you have in mind?"
"Come on," Sirius whispered, dragging them down the hallway.
"What are we doing at the... boiler room?" Peter asked, squinting in the dark at the sign on the door.
"Well, that's where they control the water, right?"
The others slowly nodded.
Sirius smirked as he reached into his pocket and withdraw a small vial of liquid that continuously changed colors- from green to pink to blue. He then dumped it into the pipes.
"It flows through the pipes, so when people take showers..."
"It'll turn their hair different colors," James finished. "That's brilliant! Why didn't I think of that?"
Sirius smiled. "Well, I'm Sirius Blsck, and you can only hope to be as great as me," he said in a mock pompous voice.
James responded by punching him lightly in the shoulder.
"Now, that one of our pranks is ready, let's explore," Peter laughed.
The others nodded, even Remus, who was a bit of a goody two shoes (no offense).
The four walked around the school, doing absolutely nothing but waking up the portraits, laughing, and wrecking havoc upon the school.
After they'd dressed a suit of armor up in woman's clothes (which Sirius had Transfigured), James quite literally ran into a door.
"Hey, who put that door there?" He muttered.
"The founders?" Sirius replied in a voice that said he was questioning his friend's sanity.
"Aw, shush it."
"Shush what? The armor? I can do that. Armor, shh, you're ticking James off," he chuckled.
"And you're worried about my sanity," James muttered.
Sirius replied by snickering some more.
"Ms. Norris, are you sure your nose isn't a little off? I see no pesky students," Filch's voice said from around the corner.
Filch! Sirius mouthed. Inside!
He shoved then into the room before bolting in himself and locking the door.
"Alright, I say we wait here for ten minutes. You never know with Filch, my cousin tells me," Sirius hissed. "And keep your voices down. That cat of his can pick up on the quietest whisper."
The others nodded.
"What's that?" Remus asked, gesturing to an object in the room.
The room was empty save for one object: a tall mirror with a dusty glass surface and a silver frame.
"It's a mirror," Peter deadpanned.
"Well, I can see that, but why did they put it in here?" Remus told him, walking over to it.
The werewolf knelt on the dusty floor, wiping away the grime from the bottom of the frame.
"The Mirror of Erised," Remus said. "What kind of word is that?"
Sirius contemplated that for a moment. "It's desire spelled backwards," Sirius realized.
"You're right. What does that mean?"
"Guys..." James muttered. "What do you see in the mirror?"
Remus stood and examined it, going from curious to shocked in a heartbeat . "I see... me. But I'm not scarred. I'm normal... maybe even handsome. What the heck?"
"I see myself with... Lily," James murmured. "We're both older, and I'm... kissing her. I'm holding a baby."
Peter looked into it as well. "I see myself as handsome, cool, with a bunch of friends."
"It shows what you desire most," Sirius told them, linking the name and the visions together.
"Sir, man, you gotta come check this out," James whispered (Sir is pronounced like Sere).
"I probably shouldn't," Sirius told him, even as his body tried to move.
"Come on, man, what can it hurt?" Peter asked, not taking his eyes off the mirror.
Sirius, against his better judgment, went to stand in front of the mirror.
And started to cry.
He was standing there with Reggie and his friends at his side, Harry in front of him with Sirius's hands on his shoulders. His parents stood behind him, looking so proud. They looked so united, like a collage of puzzle pieces that belonged together.
"Sirius, are you okay?" Remus asked, tearing his eyes away from the mirror to look at his friend.
Sirius rubbed his eyes, choking back the last of his tears. "Yeah. Filch is probably gone. We should go."
He grabbed James and Peter's hands, leading them from the room, knowing Remus would follow.
He dragged them back to the common room, hoping the shadows of the night would hide his tears.
"Sirius, what's wrong?" James asked as they finally arrived in the red and gold common room.
"Guys, can you promise me you'll never go back to that room?" He said.
"Sure, but why?" Peter asked.
"The Mirror of Erised... there's a legend about it that says that... people used to sit staring at that mirror until it drove them mad. I don't want that to happen to us, so please... just don't go back into that room. "
"What did you see?" Remus asked.
"I'll tell you in the morning. If I tell you now, I may just lose it completely," Sirius whispered before turning and climbing the stairs to their dorm room.
The three remaining friends exchanged glances and made a silent pact.
They would solve the mystery that was Sirius Black.
After all, if they didn't solve the mystery, how could they help their friend?
He was standing in the ruins of James and Lily's house with their bodies at his feet, and Harry in his arms.
"Shh, Harry," he whispered as Harry cried. "It's okay."
"Your fault," a voice hissed from behind him.
"Moony, I-"
"Your fault."
"Peter, I didn't mean-"
"Your fault."
"Reggie, please, no. Please make it stop."
"You're no son of mine, blood traitor."
"Daddy... Mommy... please."
Sirius woke with a start.
The dream was quick, no graphic deaths or anything like his previous dreams.
But Sirius still cried silently until the sun rose above the hills in the distance, and his friends began to wake.
Your fault.
His fault.
My fault, he thought. All my fault.
that was more depressing than I intended, but I thought it was a fairly good chapter. What did you guys think?
Review, and good night!
