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Chapter 21: Harry Potter and His Legend

Sirius was brimming with curiosity and was quite annoyed to realized he was the only one. The group of Gryffindors were slowly but surely making their way down to the Great Hall for dinner. Sirius could barely restrain himself from spouting out questions. First and foremost on his mind was Harry's outburst against the Minister of Magic and, of course, his statements concerning James.

Sirius had been intrigued by this green eyed stranger from the moment he had seen Harry sleeping in his dormitory. And after so much careful observation he wasn't about to let Harry slip away into the future without getting answers.

Sirius observed Harry quickly push his hair down over his scar and straighten his glasses. It seemed to be a nervous habit.

And Harry had a perfectly good reason to be nervous. Preventing the Marauder's from learning about his past and their future was going to be a challenge. The little run in with Harry's fan club was enough to prove that.

Pinching his nose and closing his eyes Harry briefly paused before entering the Great Hall. Getting through dinner was not going to be an easy task.

James readily observed Harry's exhaustion and was reminded of his own. After failing to stifle his yawn, James covered his mouth belatedly. Soon after, Hermione and Remus were attempting to stifle yawns of their own.

The five trudged into the Great Hall and made their way down to the end of the Gryffindor table. Dinner wasn't going to start for about twenty more minutes, classes still hadn't been let out yet, and they were the only people in the cavernous hall.

Harry dropped down and laid his head on the table. Eyes itching with lack of sleep, Harry blinked heavily. The remaining four sat around Harry.

"How did you get away with talking to the Minister of Magic like that," Sirius whispered, after glancing around to make sure nobody was listening.

Harry groaned.

"I'll talk to you later," he muttered.

Glancing at Harry in annoyance, Sirius bit back a reply. Harry looked pale, clammy, and his eyes were have shut. Sirius looked to the others to see what they thought of this, but they appeared not to have noticed. James looked lost in thought; Remus and Hermione looked on the verge of falling asleep.

Suddenly Remus's words came back to Sirius. Transporting people through time took a tremendous amount of power and energy. Harry had brought all five of them twenty years in the future. No wonder he looked like he was about to pass out. Sirius suddenly realized how tired he felt.

"Hey guys why don't we go get some sleep. We can sneak into the kitchen later," Sirius suggested, reasoning he'd have plenty of time tomorrow to get information. Everybody quickly agreed.

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Light seeped onto Harry's face. Waking him, to find himself in a familiar room containing three extra beds. Harry had slept late and the seven other boys in the dormitory were already awake.

"S-s-so what did you say your name is?" Dean said fighting a yawn.

"R-Romulous," Remus replied, suddenly appericating Harry's difficulties. "we'll be gone by tonight."

"Well, break ends in about forty minutes so you better hurry up," Dean said as he left the dorm with a sleepy looking Seamus.

"Who are they really?" Ron asked after prodding Harry in the side. Harry groaned, wishing he was still asleep.

"Eh," Harry began, but Ron cut him off.

"Do they have to do with . . . you know?" Ron asked in a loud whisper. Remus raised his eyebrows and Harry had trouble not laughing at Ron's obvious lack of subtlety. Harry glanced around before answering.

Harry quickly filled Ron in on everything that had happened.

Looking bewildered Ron replied, "So you punched V-Voldemort and transported them all here."

"That about sums it up," Harry shrugged.

"But I thought that the spell you used was only supposed to transport people to the time they belonged in," Ron said in confusion.

"Eh, I guess I just pulled them with me."

"Leave it to you to do the impossible mate," Ron said shaking his head. Harry grinned; he did have a tendency to do the impossible.

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Ron was choking on a piece of bacon when Harry saw Colin and Dennis approach him. Harry had situated himself at the very end of the Gryffindor table in hopes of staying isolated. James hit Ron on the back.

"Thanks man," Ron coughed out without looking at James. He quickly took a sip of his pumpkin juice. Ron was slightly freaked out about sitting next to Harry's dead father, but tried not to show it. After all, if Harry had to deal with a living Wormtail, he could hardly complain about sitting next to James.

Harry, however, did not even notice the exchange. He was staring at Colin walking towards him excitedly.

"Oh look its your little friends," Sirius said grinning.

"Alrigh' Harry?" Colin said before shoving a picture in front of his face. "I thought you might like a copy. Harry starred down at the picture of him and Hermione with the Marauders in disguise. Harry smiled faintly, trying to force a down a wave of foreboding.

"Where have you been Harry?"

"Er."

"Did you do anything exciting? Dangerous? Save anybody's life?"

"Eh." Harry felt his face heat up and studied the plate of food in front him intently.

"So you really like Harry. Don't you?" Sirius asked slyly.

"I fought a giant slug," Harry blurted out the first thing that came into his head.

"Huh?" said Remus. "No you didn't."

"Yeah, and I want to hear why Colin likes Harry so much. Really what's so great about him?" Sirius tried to cajole the information out of him. James elbowed Sirius.

"This is a really nice picture Colin," Hermione said, trying to prevent Colin from telling the Marauders about Harry's past.

"You think? I'm going to show it to the rest of the fan club then," Colin squeaked.

"Why does Harry have a fan club?" Sirius asked quickly, ignoring James as he stomped on his foot.

"We're gonna find out something we shouldn't," James hissed remembering the consequences of disobeying Harry the previous day. Colin missed the exchange.

"So . . ." Sirius prompted.

Harry flinched as Colin opened his mouth to speak. Harry's mouth flew open but nothing came out; he couldn't think of a single thing to say.

Luckily, owls started swooping down with the mail. A tawny owl landed in front of Colin, dropping off a letter. Giving the owl and enthusiastic pat, Colin grabbed the letter.

"Yes, its from Witch Weekly about my photographs! There going to use the ones with Harry playing in the Gryffindor/Slytherin match." Collin squeaked and was quickly distracted. "I'll be right back Harry. I've got to tell Denis."

Harry breathed deeply in relief. Throwing off Colin was always a challenge; he had just got lucky. Unfortunately his luck was about to run out. A screech owl dropped a Daily Prophet in front of Hermione.

With a gasp and a squeak, Hermione snatched the Daily Prophet up and shot a panicked look at Harry and Ron. They scooted closer to Hermione and glanced at the front page.

'Sirius Black Receives Order of Merlin First Class Posthumously'

All the blood drained from Harry's face. He starred at Hermione then at Sirius in horror. Ron's mouth was gapping open like a fish. None of the three were sure what to do.

"Don't worry we're not going to try and read the newspaper. Are we?" Remus said guessing the current generations distress. James nodded quickly; Sirius nodding only after receiving death glares from all five of the others.

"Promise you won't even try to look at the headlines?" Harry asked sternly.

Remus tugged on his sleeves and nodded. Still shaken up over the fight with Voldemort James quickly agreed. Sirius looked defiant, but nodded after rolling his eyes.

Harry let a breathe out of his tight chest releasing tension. Hermione quickly folded up the paper and put it in her book bag. Ron turned back to his food and Harry looked around for Colin. He was at the other end of the table with Dennis. A safe distance for now. Harry let out a real sigh of relief.

As soon as Harry turned to his breakfast, he heard footsteps behind him. Nervously Harry quickly whipped around to find himself face to face with Luna Lovegood. She had a dreamy expression on her face and looked as thought she had wandered over by accident.

"Hi Harry," she said breezily. Harry noticed James staring at her raddish earrings; Harry swallowed awkwardly.

"Hey Luna," Harry replied.

"Don't worry Harry. Fudge only wants the public to think he's dead. We both know he's still alive," Luna said vaguely.

"Who's supposed to be dead?" Sirius asked.

"Sirius Black," Luna replied dreamily before wandering off. The six people stared at each other in dead silence. Sirius paled and his eyes grew large.

"W-what?" Sirius asked hoarsely. Harry opened his mouth and closed it; he didn't know what to say. He desperately wanted to tell him the truth. Wanted to reassure him that everything would be okay.

"L-Luna's right. You're not dead," Harry said quietly. But as things often do in Harry's life the situation escalated.

Colin and Dennis walked up to them at this exact moment.

Giving them an odd look Colin said, "Of course he's not dead. Anyway I thought I'd answer that question. You probably assume I just like Harry Potter because he defeated You-Know-Who, but it's really so much more than that. . ." Colin cut off, only now realizing that three pairs of eyes were glaring at him furiously and three other pairs of eyes were looking at him in shock.

"Now isn't the time Colin," Hermione ground out.

"Right then." Colin backed away giving his brother a questioning look.

"He's dead," James said dully.

"You defeated You-Know-Who?" Sirius murmured.

"Maybe we had better talk in private," Harry suggested tightly. The six stood up and made their way to the Room of Requirement for privacy. The trip was made in dead silence. Not even Sirius looked around curiously.

Hermione opened the door and found a table with six chairs around it. Everybody sat down and looked at Harry expectantly. He knew he should try to lie. He knew he couldn't tell them the truth but he had to. He wanted to. From the moment he found out he was going to meet his parents he wanted to tell them.

James, Sirius, and Remus, already knew so much. Harry had to tell them; Damn the consequence.

"I guess I'll start at the beginning. . ."

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