Hi guys finaly got past my writers block. Hope you injoy it. For others just starting to read this. Don't for get the One Short that goes with this story. 'One short from GP&M, Chapter 25 Christmas Morning.' and my other story 'Subconsciously a Brother' beacuse there are a few things in that story that will and have been poping up in this one.
Well Read and Review
-Doublesims
Chapter Twenty- Nine: Trouble in the Tower
Jack laid on one of the rafters in the common room. The Party had been a blast, Fred and George had disappeared for a couple of hours and returned with armfuls of bottles of Butterbeer, pumpkin fizz and several bags full of Honeydukes sweets. There was only one person who didn't join in with the fun. Hermione, incredibly sat in a corner and attempted to read an enormous book.
"Does she ever stop?" Jack remembered Aster asking. Jack loved that Aster and Sandy were invited to the party as well. Sandy rolled his eyes when Ron complained that Scabbers wasn't there anymore clearly say; 'Really he still not for giving her. They're friends.'
After that she fled to her room. Aster and Sandy left soon after, Jack walked with them. Aster had said that time was fuzzy around Hermione. He had found who was playing with something she shouldn't. By the time Jack had got back Professor McGonagall had turned up in her tartan dressing gown and hair-net and insisting they all should get to bed.
That was at one in the morning. It was now at least two-thirty. Everyone was asleep and Jack wanted to be as well, but the wind was keeping him awake. Telling him that something big as going to happen. He was about to shut his eyes and go to sleep when the portrait opened. 'Huh, that's not someone sneaking out. I didn't feel them coming down. So that's someone sneaking IN!' Jack jumped up onto his feet and ran along the rafter beam he was laying on.
Jack crouched down when he made it to a part in the beam, where he could see the stairs up to the dorms and the portrait.
A mass of filthy, matted hair hung to his elbows. If eyes hadn't been shining out of the deep, dark sockets, he might have been a corpse. The waxy skin was stretched so tightly over the bones of his face, it looked like a skull. His yellow teeth were bared in a grin. It was Sirius Black.
'Oh… Crap this is going to end badly.' Jack thought as he jumped to the next rafter trying to get closer. "Dammit, a little help wind would be nice" Jack said so quite he almost couldn't hear himself. But the Wind did what he wanted. Black was mumbling and Jack wanted to know what he was saying.
"Double faced rat… got to keep Prongslet safe… Wormtail can't hide from me!"
'Wormtail?... Peter?! Peter's alive?... rat?' Jack stopped to think 'James was a Stag that's were Prongs came from because of the antlers. Remus is a werewolf therefor Moony. Black was… he was a big black dog like a Grim. And Padfoot is another name for a Grim or a black dog ghost, so Black became Padfoot. And Wormtail was Peter. Peter was called Wormtail because… in his Animagus form his tail looked like a worm thus Wormtail! Peter was a rat!'
Jack watched as Black climbed the stairs Jack was about to follow when a piece of paper fell out of Black's pocket. Jack raised an eyebrow and jumped down to pick it up. The paper was a clipping of a newspaper.
'Hey I remember this, it when the Weasleys won that money and they went to visit Egypt. But why would…" Jack's eyes widen when he remembered something very important.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGHHHHH! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Jack jumped the wind catching him as he hovered there. A door slammed and feet could be heard coming down the stairs. Jack flicked around and came face to face to Sirius Black. They stared at each other for what felt ages before Jack flew back up to the rafters and Black run out of the door. Jack went to case after him but voices from the stairs stopped him.
"Who shouted?"
"What're you doing?"
Harry, Ron, Dean, Seamus and Neville all had run into the common room. Jack watched from the rafters trying to get his own thoughts strait first.
"Are you sure you weren't dreaming, Ron?"
Jack turned his head 'Ah so it was Ron Black woke up looking for Wormtaill… wait rat… crap Scabbers. I knew that rat was bad news.'
"I'm telling you, I saw him!"
"What's all the noise?"
"Professor McGonagall told us to go to bed!"
A few of the girls had come down their staircase, pulling on dressing-gowns and yawning. Boys, too, were reappearing.
"Excellent, are we carrying on?" said Fred brightly. Jack sent him a cold blast of wind. "Or maybe not." Fred mumbled looking around trying to find the winter spirit.
"Everyone back upstairs!" said Percy, hurrying into the common room and pinning his Head Boy badge to his pyjamas as he spoke.
"Perce –Sirius Black!" said Ron faintly. "In our dormitory! With a knife! Woke me up!"
The common room went very still.
"Nonsense!" said Percy, looking startled. "You had too much to eat Ron –had a nightmare –"
"I'm telling you –"
"Now really, enough's enough!"
Professor McGonagall was back. She slammed the portrait behind her as she entered the common room and stared furiously around.
"I'm delighted that Gryffindor won the match, but this is getting ridiculous! Percy, I expected better of you!"
"I certainly didn't authorise this, Professor!" said Percy, puffing himself up indignantly. "I was just telling them all to get back to bed! My brother Ron here had a nightmare –"
"IT WASN'T A NIGHTMARE!" Ron yelled "PROFESSOR, I WOKE UP, AND SIRIUS BLACK WAS STANDING OVER ME, HOLDING A KNIFE!"
Professor McGonagall stared at him.
"Don't be ridiculous, Weasley, how could he possibly have got through the portrait hole?"
"It's not that hard," Jack spoke up, coming down from the rafters. "Out of all the common rooms this one is the easiest to get into. The entrance isn't hidden as well as Slytherin's or Hufflepuff's. And you only have one chance at answering Ravenclaw's riddle, which changes each time it's answered. Here if you know the password your in, and you can keep guessing it if you get it wrong the first time." Jack shrugged like what he was saying was common knowledge.
Professor McGonagall was staring at the white haired Gryffindor.
"Ron isn't the only one who saw Black tonight, Professor." Jack said with another shrug "I was feeling nostalgic, so I slept in the rafters" Jack pointed up. "I'm a very light sleeper. If you don't believe us ask him!"
"Ask who?"
"Sir Cadogan. Ask if he saw –"
Glaring suspiciously at Ron and Jack, Professor McGonagall pushed the portrait back open and went outside. The whole common room listened with bated breath.
"Sir Cadogan, did you just let a man enter Gryffindor Tower?"
"Certainly, good lady!" cried Sir Cadogan.
There was a stunned silence, both inside and outside the common room.
"You –you did?" said Professor McGonagall. "But –but the password!"
"He had 'em" said Sir Cadogan proudly. "Had the whole week's my lady! Read 'em off a little piece of paper!"
Professor McGonagall pulled herself back through the portrait hole to face the stunned crowd. She was white as chalk.
"Which person," she said, her voice shaking, "which abysmally foolish person wrote down this week's passwords and left them lying around?"
There was utter silence, broken by the smallest of terrified squeaks. Neville Longbottom, trembling from head to fluffy-slippered toes, raised his hand slowly into the air.
