Hello, one and all! Welcome to chapter three! So, I'm wondering what could fill in the space for two years….. There will be Wolfstar! It's not the main plot, so you could probably ignore it, but it's there! Anyway, make sure to leave ideas for the Time-Turner problem in the hopefully plentiful reviews!
Harry awoke with light streaming in the windows, and, to his embarrassment, caught between Sirius's arms. A light blush covering his face, he slipped out of his grip, adjusting his glasses from their crooked state. For Merlin's sake, he was an adult, not a scared thirteen year old! He took Sirius's wand from his pocket, tracing the intricate designs of the pleasantly warm wood, and set it down on the nightstand. He stole quietly out of the room and began cooking breakfast; it was eight after all. Harry quite frankly had no idea when they got back, therefore no idea how long they slept. He began to make bacon, smirking as he imagined the look on Sirius's face when he smelled it. That man had an unhealthy obsession with bacon.
Sure enough, when the convict came down the stairs, his expression was one of incomparable delight and awe. "You made bacon!"
Harry snorted "Clearly. Has anyone told you that you are infatuated with it?"
Sirius's face fell, much to Harry's confusion "Remus. Only yesterday morning, almost the exact wording,"
His face darkened as a grief-stricken look appeared on Harry "What happened to him?" he whispered.
"I need to tell you what happened. I can't interfere with the timeline up until Voldemort's death,"
And thus, the teenage boy who fought so selflessly, regaled Sirius with the death-ridden tale of the time. From Dumbledore's demise to the Battle of Hogwarts, all was revealed in detail, and questions were answered.
Two hours later, the bacon being eaten absently, the story was finished at the Dark Lord's death, and Sirius sighed "Remus didn't make it, did he?"
Harry bit his lip and shook his head "I'm planning to save him as well. He was so kind to me, and, honestly, he saved me in the Department of Mysteries. After you died, I was about to do something stupid. Again,"
Sirius nodded "I miss him,"
"You're so whipped, Sirius! It's been a day!" Harry started laughing. Sirius looked sour for a moment, but joined in, smiling sheepishly. The teenager briefly acknowledged how lucky he was that he and Ginny started dating in sixth year, or his oh-so-gracious godfather would never let him live it down.
Finally sobering, the pair cleaned up breakfast, and, with a grin, Harry presented his Firebolt, (Which he had found was taken by a wizarding family and in possession of a fourteen year old, who had gladly returned it and was given a Nimbus 2000 as a thank you, for keeping it in good condition) and a Nimbus 2001. "Quidditch?"
"As if there was doubt,"
The rest of the morning and a good part of the afternoon was taken up by one sided Quidditch. They played in a small orchard planted among the leaf forest, inspired by the Burrow. Sirius was a talented player, even on an inferior broom, and they were neck and neck most of the time, until Harry scored several times in succession, leaving Sirius to mutter about regretting buying Harry that bloody broomstick. Smirking, Harry landed, and they began polishing their brooms, admiring the sleek builds and glossy wood.
Carefully putting the broomsticks away, the pair retreated indoors where Harry suggested a movie. They selected Big Daddy, laughing hard. Several hours later, they retired to separate bedrooms. Harry dropped off to sleep, exhausted, but Sirius lingered awake, mind racing.
Did I really die? Poor Harry. Poor Remus. I didn't want to leave them! Why was I so stupid!? Why would I duel Bellatrix Lestrange, of all people!? If Harry hadn't saved me…
Sirius's fists clenched, He had to go through all that, alone! Without me, without a guardian, an adult to cry to and ask for help. Why did I leave him!? And I left him again!
And such, that reckless nature Sirius Black was known for emerged. Grabbing his wand, he silently walked downstairs and out of the cottage, striding into the woods, passing the wards. Knowing he would recognize an apparation point when he saw one, the wizard continued, blissfully unaware of the full moon hanging overhead, hidden by the treacherous canopy of leaves. A rustling sound rang through the eerie silence, an unnatural silence at that. Sirius looked around warily, eyes darting swiftly.
Suddenly, a bone-chilling howl split the silence, causing the hairs on the back of his neck to stand up. He recognized that howl. Instantly switching to Padfoot, the Grim-like dog sniffed, running towards the scent. A familiar silver wolf with golden eyes greeted him with joy. He hadn't seen his packmate for seasons! Padfoot barked, and the canines ran through the forest with a spring in their step.
Padfoot barked playfully and pounced on the wolf, who growled lightly and nipped his shoulder, shoving him off as he bolted through the dark woods, yipping joyfully as the moonlight created dancing shadows. The black dog chased him, leaping over bushes until they had left the cottage far behind them, tail wagging tremendously. Finally, he caught up, and Moony whipped around, golden eyes gleaming in the darkness, and howled, a happy, familiar sound. The dog joined in with his hoarse voice, his tail thumping on the ground, stormy eyes shining.
Several hours later, the moon set, and with it came unbearable agony. Padfoot whined, but all he could do was watch as Moony cried out in agony, turning back into a human, bones snapping before reshaping, promptly passing out before he could even open his eyes. Transforming back, Sirius gently picked Remus up, and transfigured a large tree trunk into a glossy, stained wood bed. Setting Remus down carefully, he planted a soft kiss on his forehead and sat down, absently stroking Remus's hair.
Remus will probably be out for another three hours….. Do I bring him with me? Where am I going? The Grimmauld Place is a good option, make up an alibi on what happened, say I woke up during the full moon where Moony happened to be. Alright, let's wait for Remus to wake up first, don't fancy Apparating with an exhausted werewolf in my current state. He yawned, tired and sore; running around with a werewolf tended to take a toll. He lay back to rest for a while, eyes slipping shut.
Harry woke up as dawn light filtered in, sprawled across his bed, hair tousled even more. He got up to wake Sirius, and walked to his room, to find it empty. His wand wasn't there either, and Harry headed downstairs in a slight panic, his state worsening when he discovered Sirius wasn't here, either. Pulling out his wand, Harry checked the wards; they had been crossed.
Fuck, Harry thought and sprinted outside. Of course Sirius left! Have I even met him? He'll want to help everyone! Sighing as much as one could while panting, he cast Homenum Revelio repeatedly, until it glowed. He headed that direction and saw Sirius, lying next to Remus. Brilliant. He looked like he had passed out as he turned human again, but who knew? He shook Sirius away and shushed him
"What the hell!?" Harry half shrieked, setting Remus on the ground carefully and turning the bed back.
Sirus glared as his godson dragged him away from Remus "I couldn't let him grieve all over again! And you knew how it felt! You just let yourself feel it again! Do you even care?!"
Rage exploded in Harry as he crossed the wards "WHY DO YOU THINK I BROUGHT YOU BACK, SIRIUS!?" he screamed, since there were sound blocking charms in the wards "IT HURT! I MISSED YOU! YOU WERE ALL I HAD! AND THEN YOU DIED!"
He took a breath and said in a low voice while Sirius just listened and let him get it out, shock flooding his senses "It was so hard when you died. But your death made me fight harder. Did you know I tried to Crucio Bellatrix? Didn't work, of course. 'You need to mean them, Potter! You need to really want to cause pain - to enjoy it - righteous anger won't hurt me for long - I'll show you, shall I?'" he imitated Bellatrix. Sirius growled- literally growled- at the last part, eyes gleaming protectively. Harry softened slightly "The point is, you dying made me want revenge on all of them. And I did. That's why we can't mess this up. It broke me but when I fixed myself I was stronger for it,"
Harry looked at his godfather who sighed "Fine. I won't do it again. Doesn't mean I have to like this though. Not the letting everyone grieve part, anyway. I'll enjoy getting to know you, anyway."
Though he was still angry, it made Harry feel a bit better to hear that "You are going to sleep, Sirius, and I'm making breakfast. And confiscating your wand for the day,"
The Animagus glared at him "You may be a legal adult but I'm older! I'm only doing this because I'm tired"
He headed upstairs and Harry smirked triumphantly, and began frying eggs.
I finished, I finished, I finally finished!:D I'm sorry for the loooong wait, but life happened! Pesky thing does that sometimes!Anyway, I do need ideas to fill two years of time, I'm Sirius. Ignore that. Anyway, big question… Who's your favorite Marauder? Mine is Sirius, naturally. Share in the reviews!