If Wishes Were Boggarts

Thirty-Five: Wish

Wanted By: HP Addict
Pairing: Orion Black/Harry Potter
Prompt: Saving Sirius
Rating: K
Warnings: slash; time travel; implied future mpreg; mentions of murder and violence; and out of character!Blacks

Harry Potter curled up on with Buckbeak in the master room as he hid from everyone in Number Twelve Grimmauld Place. Tears leaked from his emerald eyes as he thought about the recent loss of his godfather. He still couldn't believe that Sirius was gone. He choked back a sob as he tried to force himself to refrain from crying.

He turned his emerald eyes to the window and gazed out at the stars. He quickly caught sight of a shooting star and recalled his Aunt Petunia's word to Dudley when they were kids. "If you wish on a shooting star, it'll come true." It was one of the few mentions of magic Dudley got as they were growing.

"I wish I could save Sirius," Harry muttered to the star. His emerald eyes shined with tears until the star was out of sight and Harry was overcome with the sudden need to fall asleep.

Harry awoke what felt like minutes later by the pressure of something pressed against his throat. He opened his eyes to find himself staring at four wands. The owners of those wands were a middle aged a couple and a teenaged wizard and a teenaged witch. Each wore a carefully placed mask of indifference, but Harry could see the curiosity burning in the teenage witch's and wizard's eyes.

"Where are you from?" demanded the middle aged wizard, his grey eyes narrowed at Harry as he carefully watched the teenager.

Harry frowned at the question, clearly confused.

The middle aged witch glared at her husband before turning her kind blue eyes back to Harry. "We know you're not from our time," she said softly. "What year are you from?"

Harry's emerald eyes widened. Had he traveled through time? But how what that possible? Hermione said time travel was impossible without out the use of a time-turner. "I'm from July 1996," he replied. "Where I am?" he asked.

"The Black London Townhouse - Grimmauld Place," replied the middle age witch. "It's July 12 of 1946."

Harry's eyes widened. He was over fifty years in the past.

"What's your name?" barked the middle age wizard.

Both of the teenagers perked up at the question.

"Harry Potter," he replied.

"That's a muggle name," stated the teenaged witch.

Harry was about to open his mouth to reply that he was a half-blood when he remembered he was in the Black house and according to Sirius his family believed in blood purity.

"Behave Lucretia," the middle aged witch scolded her daughter. "Do you know what your pureblood name is?" she asked, turning her attention back to Harry.

Harry frowned and shook his head.

"Surely your parents told you," snapped the middle age wizard.

"They were murdered when I was a baby," Harry replied.

The two witches gasped at his reply and lowered their wands. The middle age witch looked at Harry with something shining in her eyes.

"We'll just have to give one," the teenage wizard said, speaking up for the first. Copying his mother's and sister's actions, he to dropped his arm. His smoky grey eyes stared into Harry's, reminding the time traveler of his godfather's eyes.

"That we will," the middle age wizard agreed with a nod.

The middle age witch smiled at Harry. "I'm Melania Black," she said. "These is Arcturus Black the Third and our children Lucretia and Orion the Third."

Harry's emerald eyes widened. If he remembered correctly Orion Black the Third was Sirius' father.

"Walburga," he began, catching the four Blacks' attention, "is your wife then, right?"

Orion scowled while Lucretia let out a small laugh, Mrs. Black smiled and Mr. Black's eyes narrowed.

"No, that would never happen," Mr. Black said. "Walburga's our cousin - my children's second cousin."

"Where did you get an idea like that?" asked Lucretia, laughter laced in her voice. She behaved un-Black, according to Sirius' description of his relatives.

"Sirius," Harry replied, his emerald eyes beginning to tear.

"Who would that be?" Orion asked, tried not to snap at the mysterious time traveler. He would never Walburga as his wife, especially now after seeing Harry. He was going to have this Harry as his future spouse.

"My godfather," Harry replied. "I think he was your son."

"'Was'?" repeated Melanie. "What happened - happens - to my grandson?"

"He was killed in June," Harry replied. "It was my fault. He died trying to save me."

Mr. Black lowered his wand as he watched the time traveling teenager begin to cry.

Mrs. Black gasped at the fate of her future grandson and pulled Harry into a hug.

"How did he die?" demanded Orion, his eyes narrowed. He didn't like the fate of his son.

"He was murdered by Bellatrix Lestrange," Harry replied as leaned into Mrs. Black hug. Her hugs felt nice, better than Mrs. Weasley's had ever felt. "She was his cousin."

"My daughter would do that?" Lucretia asked, disbelief in her voice and her eyes widened in fear.

Harry shook his head. "She's Cygnus and Druella's eldest daughter. You never had any children, according to Sirius you and Ignatius were murdered in 1961 around the time Regulus was born."

Mr. Black made a note to insure Druella Rosier would not marry into the Black family. He would not have her children murdering his future heir.

"D-did Sirius say how I died?" Lucretia asked, her eyes still wide. She was supposed to die in sixteen years at the age of thirty. At least she didn't have to worry about telling her dad she was dating Ignatius Prewett.

"I think in a Death Eater attack on Diagon Alley," Harry answered, his eyes narrowed as he tried to recall everything his godfather had told him about his messed-up family. The more time Harry spent with these four Blacks' the more he found his godfather's words to be false about his family. The Blacks' were treating him nicely.

"What's a Death Eater?" asked Mr. Black. Whatever it was, he was going to see to there never being any of them.

"What this Regulus you mentioned?" Mrs. Black asked, her eyes shining with hope. "Is he another grandson?"

Harry nodded at Mrs. Black. "He was Sirius' younger brother," he answered. Orion paid more attention and leaned in closer. "He died in 1979 while serving Voldemort."

Orion's eyes narrowed. His youngest son died at the age of eighteen and his oldest son was killed by his cousin at the age of thirty-seven. He had a lot to change.

"Who's this Voldemort?" demanded Mr. Black.

"The Dark Lord," Harry replied. "He raises to power in the fifties, I think. His followers are the Death Eaters." He pulled himself further into Mrs. Black's arms. The feeling of her holding made him feel oddly safe, a feeling he wasn't use to feeling.

Mr. Black's eyes narrowed. He had a lot of planning to do. He would see to it that this Voldemort, Dark Lord or not, ever rose to power and his Death Eater were nothing more than an idea.

"Voldemort's real name is Tom Riddle," Harry added.

Lucretia's eyes widened at the name, while her brother started to foam with rage.

"Tom Riddle as in the Slytherin?" she asked. Riddle was in the running for Head Boy this next year.

"He's the Heir of Slytherin," Harry corrected her.

"I thought he was lying about that," Lucretia said.

"We'll talk about this later," Mrs. Black ordered. "It's been a long morning and we need to take care of Harry here."

Orion nodded on the door of his father's study and waited for his father's reply of 'Enter', which came a few seconds later. The Black Heir opened the door and slid inside. He took the few steps over to the front of his father's desk. Mr. Black looked up from his parchment and motioned for his son to take a seat while he finished writing.

A few minutes later, Mr. Black put his quill down and turned his attention to his son.

"I want to bond with Harry," Orion declared, getting straight to the point. His smoky grey eyes stared into his father's.

Mr. Black nodded. He had expected this much. "He'll be an excellent edition to the family," he said.

Orion smirked. It was all the blessing he was going to get from his father.

"I'll need more than two grandchildren," Mr. Black said. "From what I've gathered Sirius was born sometime prior to 1960 and Regulus in 1961. You know your mother would like at least four."

Orion nodded. He liked the thought of having more than two children with Harry and he knew his mother wanted numerous grandchildren since she had been unable to have more than two children.

Harry stared at Orion, unsure of what to do or say. The Black Heir remained in his place as he stared at Harry, waiting for an answer.

Biting his lip, Harry thought of Sirius and the future he knew. By agreeing to marry Orion there was a chance Sirius would never exist, but Harry shook his head. Sirius would exist, it just wouldn't be his godfather Sirius, it would be his son Sirius. He would do this. He would marry Orion Black and save Sirius, from both Bellatrix Lestrange and his terrible childhood.

"Yes," Harry whispered.

Orion smiled at him, his smoky grey eyes sparkling with happiness. He quickly pulled Harry into a kiss.

Creative Note: I've played with the Harry Potter timeline majorly in this. Orion was born in 1929, Tom Riddle in 1926 and Lucretia in 1925. I made Orion older than both Tom and Lucretia, while they were both in the same year. I also added the bit about Lucretia and her future husband Ignatius dying in a Death Eater attack in 1961, it was never mentioned how they died or whether or not they had any children.

Announcement: As of September 19, 2015, this drabble has been upgraded to a full-length fanfiction as a part of If Wishes Were Upgrades Collection. The upgraded version is entitled Wish Upon a Star, which features a het pairing between Orion Black and female!Harry Potter.