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Chapter 21: The Truth - Part 1

Saturday morning I met Sirius in the common room, before any of Hogwarts had woken up. I led Sirius out of the portrait to the 7th floor corridor, where the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy was located: the Room of Requirements was the one place in Hogwarts where the other Marauders couldn't find us. Sirius looked confused as I stopped in the middle of the corridor, I explained.

'I was a Hogwarts student in the future, so I know a few secrets about the castle that the Marauders don't, like this room I'm about to show you.' I paced back and forth along the corridor, thinking of a place to show Sirius the future. Sirius's face fell when the door appeared: I smirked. 'Lets keep this between us, yeah?' Sirius grinned.

'Yes.' I grabbed Sirius's hand and led him into the Room of Requirements, which I notice had reproduced Dumbledore's Army's training room, but with a sofa and a pensieve in the middle of the floor. I watched Sirius stare around the room.

'This is the Room of Requirements... it supplies a witch or wizard with a room suitable for whatever they require, for example today I needed somewhere to show you the future.' I'd visited Dumbledore, so he could show me how to make copies of and extract my memories. I'd spent the evenings running up to this weekend preparing the series of memories that I wanted Sirius to see, hoping that the Room of Requirements could give me a pensieve to use. I lead Sirius over to the sofa: where we sat down, I spoke. 'You okay, Siri?' Sirius nodded.

'Just taking it all in.' I smiled, kissing him on the cheek.

'You ain't seen nothing yet.' Sirius raised his eyebrows.

'So, who were you, Hermione Granger?' I opened my beaded bag, which contained all the items Harry and Ron had sent, including, my photo album. I retrieved the photo album, opening it to a photo of Harry, Ron, and I. I showed Sirius the photo, whilst responding to his question.

'I was best friends with Harry Potter.' I watched Sirius's eyes widen as he stared at the photo. A moment of silence passed, before Sirius spoke.

'Prongs's kid?' I nodded: Sirius continued to examine the photo of Harry.

'Yeah. James and Lil died, protecting Harry from the Dark Lord... because there was this prophecy, claiming Harry is the one to defeat Voldemort.' Sirius seemed speechless, but I could see the hurt in his eyes already. I didn't want to tell him anymore: I gulped. 'Everyone believed you told the Dark Lord where to find James and Lil, you got thrown in Azkaban for 12 years.' Sirius's head snapped up from the photo.

'I would never betray Prongs.' There were tears in his eyes, which I tried to wipe away.

'You didn't, it's Peter... he becomes a Death Eater... but please, you can't treat Wormtail any differently to normal, or the future will change and I won't be able to save James and Lily.' There was silence as I gazed into Sirius's gorgeous silver eyes. 'You were different in the future. Azkaban seemed to drain the life out of you... I won't let that happen this time.' Sirius smiled.

'Tell me everything.' I nodded, pulling out the flask of my memories and gesturing towards the pensieve.

'I've selected some memories from my time at Hogwarts, you can see them, if you like?' Sirius nodded, wiping the last of his tears from his eyes.

I prepared the pensieve, before speaking. 'Ready?' Sirius nodded, so we leaned forward and plummeted into my memories. The Quidditch pitch materialised around us as we fell into my memory of Harry's first Quidditch match. I watched Sirius glance around looking confused: I spoke.

'I thought I'd begin with a happy memory. Your godson's first Quidditch match.' Sirius's eyes widened.

'Godson?' I nodded.

'Harry... who else would James have named godfather?' Sirius beamed, whilst I continued speaking. 'Harry's seeker... we're in our first year.' Sirius and I then watched my memory of the Quidditch match, and there was a comfortable silence until Sirius spoke.

'He's a chip off the old block... and he's only a first year?' I chuckled.

'Yep. I thought that too, when I first saw James play... and imagine how good Harry would've been, if he'd had his father and godfather to teach him from a young age?' I couldn't help smiling, because Sirius is now beaming like a very proud parent.

'I'm really his godfather?' I nodded.

'Yes, though, I'm not sure how James convinced Lily into it.' Sirius chuckled.

'Evans loves me really.' I laughed. I explained to Sirius that Professor Quirrell was jinxing Harry's broom, and a little about the Philosopher's Stone, before my memory reached the final moments of the match, were Harry and the Slytherin seeker were chasing down the snitch. I watched Sirius smirk as Harry pulled out of his dive at the last second. 'That's one of Prongs's favourite moves... him and Indigo practice it all the...' Sirius was interrupted, and I watched him flinch, as Harry fell from his broom. Sirius watched Harry tumble across the pitch, before staggering to his feet and spewing up the snitch. A stunned expression crossed Sirius's face. 'That's what you meant by James could've swallowed the snitch.' I nodded.

'Yeah, Harry has a lousy track-record with Quidditch... a rogue bludger broke his arm in second year... and in third year, he fell over 100 feet from his broom.' Sirius glanced towards me.

'Bloody hell, Prongs Jr. is one unlucky kid!' I smirked.

'Yes, I agree.' The Great Hall came into view as I spoke, showing my memory of the duelling club. I explained what was happening for Sirius's benefit. 'In my second year, the Chamber of Secrets was opened, and there were attacks... Gilderoy Lockhart was our DADA professor...' Sirius interrupted me.

'How'd that little berk end up as DADA professor?' I chuckled.

'He'd become a fraud by then, taking credit for other witch's and wizard's achievements... I think it was Dumbledore's plan to expose him... anyway, we had this duelling club, and this is the club's first session. Oh, and you should know that Snape was my Potions professor.' I watched Sirius smirk, though, before he could respond Gilderoy appeared on the duelling platform. Sirius barked with laughter, as Gilderoy began his introduction.

'Same old tosser, I see.' I smirked, and we continued to watch as Snape blasted Gilderoy backwards. Sirius grinned. 'Snivellus is still a slimeball, but that was a good hex.' I chuckled: and as I did, Harry and Malfoy were chosen to duel. 'Is that Malfoy and Cissy's kid?' I nodded.

'Draco... just like his father: both been punched in the face by yours truly.' Sirius smirked.

'That's my girl.' I know Sirius enjoyed watching Harry duelling: because he hissed and booed whenever Malfoy cheated, and cheered as Harry hexed Malfoy. I didn't let Sirius see my memory of Harry speaking parseltongue, mostly, because I just didn't have an explanation for it. I don't understand why Harry is a parseltongue, because the Potter family have no history of this specific talent... I guess it might've come from the Black family, but I've never thought to check. This meant that in my montage of memories, we've now reached my third year. I took Sirius's hand as the memory of the duelling club vanished.

'You're in the next memory, don't freak, okay? It's from my third year, when you broke out of Azkaban...'

A/N: Okay so I might be being a little mean leaving it there, but otherwise this chapter will be ridiculously long. I think the next chapter will probably exclusively cover the Prison of Azkaban's events, mainly because I love this book the most and will probably be able to write a fair bit about it. Anyway hope you're enjoying Sirius's reaction to the future Hermione's from. Love RoxannetheLaugh x.