Harry had mixed feelings since his best friend Theo told him about Sirius Black. The man had betrayed his parents, causing him to spend his forming years with disgusting muggles. On the other hand, the man had been the right-hand man of the most feared Dark Lord in remembered history, killed thirteen people in one fell swoop and even managed to escape from Azkaban. A sudden realization hit Harry like a bludger. That the aforementioned lord wanted him dead wasn't a problem when he'd see him for who he was and not for what he seemed to be. His most loyal servant would be the same, wouldn't he? "To hell with it," he, almost, shouted out. He did not notice the odd looks his roommates sent him when he turned to Theodore. "Can you tell me more? How'd he do it? Which curse did he use? Think your father can teach us?"
Theodore jumped up when Harry suddenly spoke to him after minutes of staring into nothingness. "I don't know. We can ask him if you'd like?"
"Why wait until the holidays?" Draco drawled lazily from his four-poster bed. He got languid up and began rummaging through his trunk. "You could use this spell," he said as he ripped a page out of a worn leather-bound book.
Harry quickly strode over and snatched the paper from the blond's hands. Theo noticed the crazed look Harry sometimes got had made a comeback. It always appeared when his friend thought he could use it to hurt the muggles he used to live with. The last time Nott sr. had taught them new curses, he could have sworn Harry cackled. Theodore couldn't judge his friend about it. After everything he went through, everybody would be a bit off. A little part of him was glad for it. It had been the cause of Harry's deep-seated hatred for all muggles. A thing that would do wonders for the dark side when their lord returned. "Merlin, where is he?" asked Theo bewildered as he looked around. His friend had disappeared from the dormitory, not even waiting for him. The other boy knew that he should never trust something received from a fellow Slytherin. Especially when it was from Draco Malfoy. "Does anyone know where he went?"
"He muttered something about having the space if that helps." Draco grinned maliciously. He had waited for an opportunity to get Harry out of the way. The seeker position belonged to him. It was a scandal that a Malfoy, a Malfoy, had been overlooked. So as any self-respecting Malfoy he got rid of the problem.
"What has you so happy?" Theo asked, the distrust obvious in his voice.
"Nothing, just happy for our friend. However, I'd be quick before Harry's gone. Just remember, the name is Sirius Orion Black.
"So all I have to do is recite this spell and circle my want counterclockwise. That seems easy enough." Harry opened his mouth to begin when his mind reminded him that he didn't know if Black had a middle name. That meant he had to walk all the way back to the dormitories to ask the others. Hopefully, one of them knew. He walked out of the abandoned classroom, not seeing anyone. It wasn't such a surprise. He had chosen a well out of the way room. The thin layer of dust proved it had been quite a while since anyone had been there. It wouldn't do for Sirius to get caught. The spell should get Sirius from wherever he was and deposit the man right in front of him.
"Harry, there you are!" Theo jogged towards him. This was why the other was his best friend. He always seemed to know what he needed. And apparently could even find him anywhere. "Can I see the page?"
"Sure, go ahead. Does Sirius have a middle name?" Harry asked in one breath. He couldn't wait to meet Sirius. The man surely would cave for his awesomeness.
"Yes, it's Orion," answered Theodore distracted. He was analysing the page Harry had just handed over.
"Thanks." Before Theo knew what was happening, Harry had already begun to cast. "Mitte ad praeteritum Sirius Orion Black."
"Wait!" shouted Theodore, "you will be.." He trailed off as his friend disappeared in front of his eyes. "Send back," he finished lamely.
Harry blinked his eyes open. He was in a circular room full of squashy armchairs. Above him hovered a handsome boy, one maybe two years older than him, glaring. "Who are you, snake?" the boy growled. "Don't pretend to be James. He would never wear such revolting robes. How did you get in the common room?" Glancing around, Harry noticed that the room was full of Gryffindors. 'Fan-fucking-tastic,' thought Harry sarcastically. 'Just what I needed.'
"Who are you?" Harry countered as a silence fell over the room. Everybody was craning to see what was happening. Harry for one was wondering why he had landed in the Gryffindor common room. It wasn't as if Sirius Black had something to do with it.
"Sirius Black, the one and only. Don't pretend you haven't heard of me. Everybody knows Sirius Black." How the boy, Sirius Black, could puff up whilst crouching, Harry didn't know. What he did know was that the other wasn't lying. Harry always knew when people lied. And that he seemed to be much younger than he had anticipated. He figured that the other was undercover as a student. The Gryffindors were always too oblivious and full of themselves. A perfect group to mingle in when you wanted to lie low. Hell, he'd be surprised if the Gryffindors in his year could name the ones above or below them. Excepting the quidditch stars, of course.
"Are you really?" asked Harry, a little breathless, eyes full of hope.
"Yes, it is me, Sirius Orion Black. Here to grace you all with my presence. Even disgusting little Slytherins if they grovel beneath my feet. So bask in my presence."
And Harry did. Not that he knew what Sirius had said. After the confirmation that it was indeed his idol, Harry had not heard one single word. All he could think about was how handsome the boy was, how glorious. How his magic reeked of darkness. While Sirius got back up again, Harry felt a sudden loss. Now that he wasn't in such close proximity, he didn't feel the other boy's magic anymore. There was but one thing to do. His mouth stretched into a broad grin as he tackled Sirius to the ground, straddling him immediately. He stared full of adoration down into grey eyes. "I know you want to kill me", he said, still in a breathless voice. "But hear me out." In his excitement, Harry began to ramble. "But I'll prove to you, I'm worthy. Nott has taught me a lot. Though I don't presume to hold a candle to you. How did you do it? How did you escape Azkaban? Why do you look so young? Did the Dark Lord teach you? What is it like to be in his presence? How did you kill a dozen muggles with one spell? Was it a curse? A charm? Can you teach me? Oh, please say you'll teach me to be like you. The one that had it all. The one that placed those muggle loving Gryffindors in their place. A bit of tough luck for me though, when you betrayed James and Lily to the Dark Lord I was dumped on the doorstep of one of those disgusting muggle relatives." Harry stared down with crazed eyes, not noticing how his idol had paled.
"I- I-," the other boy stuttered out. His eyes flicked up. He paled even more.
"What?" A new voice shouted out full of disbelieve. Harry quickly turned around. Another Gryffindor had entered the room. A Gryffindor who looked suspiciously much like him. Harry wasn't a snake for nothing. He quickly connected the dots. "Hiya dad," he said, grinning madly, "just getting to know my darling godfather. You know how that goes. Oh, and congrats I suppose for landing the mudblood you're so obsessed with. They always like to point out that I look just like you, onluy with my mother's eyes.