Part 1
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Sirius Black sat at the dining room table in Grimmauld Place with Remus Lupin and Nymphadora Tonks. He looked at a letter from Harry. Apparently a Hogwarts house elf named Winky was concerned about Kreacher.
He'd have to look into that. For now it was nice to go a day without someone trying to blow him up, eat him, or light his hair on fire. He'd been working for 2 weeks straight on a case of werewolves attacking people in Bristol. He'd figured Remus might be able to drag them out on a full moon, but they didn't seem interested in him. The potion kept him, himself, but his sense of smell increase wasn't useful for tracking them either.
Sirius walked out of the dining room and headed into a dusty old room with a fireplace. His report was due in a few hours, and for some reason the ministry always insisted he give an in person interview on things. That on its own would make some sense if they didn't always require travel to the ministry by flu network. Though he supposed allowing apparating into the ministry did pose some security concerns.
He was about to grab some flu powder when he noticed the fire was already green. Sirius stared as Peter Pettigrew stepped into the room. Sirius's eyes went into a panic as he shut all the doors to the room and locked them. Then he cast a silence charm to keep anyone outside from hearing. "What the-Wormtail!? What are you doing here!?" His voice was a whisper.
"Uh...well…"
"What do you not understand about zero contact!?" He glared at Pettigrew. "Well...out with it! We've got 2 minutes at best."
Pettigrew's nervous twinge changed almost immediately. "There was a concern that you were in danger."
"The only danger I'm in is your presence compromising me!" Sirius sighed. "Well...I suppose I can make one good thing out of this. I already sent an encrypted letter to the Dark Lord. But you might be able to reach him faster. Mcgonnagall's heading to Edinburgh for an investigation. She'll be alone, so it might give us a chance to ambush her." Sirius wrote down the address on a paper, handing it to Pettigrew. "Now get going! You only have a few hours before she gets there."
He pushed Pettigrew back into the fire, who mumbled something as he threw the flu powder down.
Soon Pettigrew found himself in an empty classroom. He looked at his hands which were still fat and missing a pinky. A mumbling sound came from behind a nearby door. Pettigrew moved to the door, listening to what appeared to be Filch angrily talking to Mrs. Norris about a student prank.
He was definitely back in Hogwarts, but why wasn't he in the headmaster's office? A flu return should have sent home where he came from. It was possible Black, or whoever had replaced him had reactivated the flu network. But that would mean Pettigrew was at Hogwarts, and Voldemort likely had a way to get there too. But that was impossible, wasn't it?
If it wasn't, that was a problem. But first he had to warn the headmaster; Minerva was in danger. He ran silently out of the classroom, glancing around to see Percy Weasley walking down the hallway.
Pettigrew immediately jumped back into the room, not sure if he'd been seen. He ran past the closet and hid behind the desk again.
Footsteps came into the room as he looked at his hands. He still looked like Peter Pettigrew, so he couldn't talk to Percy at the moment. As he hid, he focused on controlling his breathing and heart rate.
Then he heard Weasley and Filch talking about some pixies. The conversation wasn't long and they both seemed to leave the room. Pettigrew checked the hallway before entering again and snuck his way through the castle, making his way toward the headmaster's office. No one seemed to notice the stairway open up for him, or his entry. As he walked into the office, Dumbledore looked up from his desk to see the portly middle aged wizard. "Well, how'd it go?"
"I don't understand why I haven't turned back yet. Polyjuice only lasts a few hours, but this has lasted for nearly half a day."
Dumbledore nodded. "Yes. We'll have to figure something out for potions class."
"Sir, Minerva's in danger. We need to warn her, she's going into a trap. You were right about Black. Something's off. He...well he almost sounded like Moody did last year..." A very concerned look crossed his face.
"Like Moody…?" Dumbledore's eyes narrowed. "You don't think…"
"Yes, and as you noticed he sent me somewhere else in the castle. I think he, Voldemort, and the death eaters have access to Hogwarts."
"What!?" Dumbledore's face moved to shock, then turned deadly serious. "I'll go help Minerva. and make you look like me for now." The old wizard pulled out his wand making several complex motions and chanting what almost sounded like a lullaby. Pettigrew's face, body, and even clothes changed to look like Dumbledore's.
New Dumbledore looked at his hands, feet, and clothes. The imitation was perfect as far as he could tell.
Old Dumbledore looked at New Dumbledore. "That illusion will break if anyone touches you. Where is Minerva headed?"
"Edinburgh." New Dumbledore handed a note to Old Dumbledore.
Old Dumbledore called Fawkes who flew to his held up hands. The two erupted into a red and gold blaze, vanishing.
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Part 2
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Harry looked around at Umbridge's office as he sat down at a desk. It was an assortment of pink frills, pictures of cats, and..actually that was pretty much the whole room. Harry had the feeling Sirius would have a good meal here if the cats hadn't been mostly portraits. It wasn't even like pets weren't allowed. Why would someone so obsessed with cats not just have one. Filch had Mrs. Norris, though that thought made Harry grateful Umbridge didn't have an actual cat.
"Now. I want you to write down, I must not tell lies."
Harry had half a mind to write, Umbridge must not tell lies. But it probably wasn't a good idea to start a second fight with his professor on the first day of classes. Then again...no, just get it over with. "How many times?"
"Enough for it to sink in." Umbridge's smile was creepier than the hood of a dementor. At least Harry knew how to fight them.
"Ok…" Harry pulled out his quill and ink.
"Oh, you won't need that. Here." She handed him a metal pen like device with a feather on the end. "Use one of my special quills. They don't need ink added."
"Huh. Didn't expect to see pens in the wizarding world." Harry said to himself. He started writing. After a few lines of writing, an itch crept across his hand. It got worse and worse, turning to pain and burning. Harry looked at his hand as the skin broke into red streaks. The cuts formed the sentence, I must not tell lies.
Harry stared at his hand, but stopped when he heard Umbridge's voice. "Well. That should do."
Harry didn't even know what to do. He looked back at his hand. The pain dulled, but the words were still there, written in blood.
Umbridge smiled. "Well. I think you've learned your lesson. You're free to go."
Harry left the office, clutching his hand. What was going on? Why was a professor doing this? He wandered through the stone hallways, his mind raced, trying to figure out what happened. Eventually, he decided to head to the hospital wing. His hand wasn't able to move, and that was starting to concern him.
When he got there, she was taking care a raven law who'd grown a monkey tail. "Now Tom, I understand wanting to experiment. But you need to be careful with your body. The animagus process can have a lot of complications."
Once Mrs. Weasley had managed to remove it, she took a look at Harry. "And you can't move your hand at all?" Harry shook his head. "Hmmm, all right. What exactly caused this?"
"A quill Professor Umbridge gave me. When I wrote using it, this appeared on my hand."
"What?" Mrs. Weasley took a closer look at Harry's hand. "Blood quills haven't been allowed for punishment since before I attended Hogwarts." She pulled out a vial of translucent green liquid. "This will sting quite a bit, and you'll be very tired. You should probably sit down in case you're knocked out."
Harry's eyes went wide as he blinked a few times. He sat down in a nearby chair. As the liquid poured on the cut, he gritted his teeth. His skin burned like he'd plunged it into a river of lava. He could barely keep down a yelp as the pain spread to his wrist. Then it started going away.
Harry noticed the cuts getting smaller and smaller, until they completely vanished. Then the other room started to spin. His vision closed in, and he thought he'd lose consciousness. But soon the world came back to him. He was still a little groggy, but otherwise felt fine. His hand was moving again, and didn't even hurt. There was scar, but other than that he felt fine. Even the tiredness was fading away. He got to his feet, but Mrs. Weasley prodded him back down.
"You'll need some rest Harry. That potion took a lot out of you. Don't let the rush of energy fool you, it's about to crash hard."
"What?" Harry barely got the words out before the world started spinning again. His slumped back in the chair, as the world went dark.
As he slept, Mrs. Weasley wrote a letter to Sirius to explain the situation.
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Part 3
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Ron and Hermione were getting worried about Harry when he didn't show up in the common room. When Ron checked the Marauders map he saw that Harry was in the hospital wing.
By the time he and Hermione got there, Harry had been sleeping for about an hour, and more or less had his strength back. He explained what happened, and Hermione exploded. "I can't believe a professor would do something like that. It's awful."
Harry shrugged. "Well, you guys said Cedric was taking care of it right? Getting more involved might just cause issues for him. Maybe it's better to let it go for now."
"Maybe. But I'd still like to talk to you about it." Sirius Black walked into the hospital wing.
Harry and Ron looked at each other, then at Sirius. "What are you doing here?"
"Something at the ministry I finally have clearance for. Thought it might interest you. And considering what's just happened, I figured this should be an in person talk. You want to go get some butter beers?"
Harry shrugged. He was feeling fine, and it'd be good to spend some time with his godfather. "Sure. I'll catch up with you guys later, ok?" Hermione and Ron exchanged glances, but shrugged.
The two made their way down to Hogsmeade and the 3 broomsticks. The place was packed for the weekend, but they were able to find a table outside. "I talked to Kreacher." Sirius said. "He laughed a little, saying he should write her, but that's about it."
"Huh. All right." Harry shrugged, then his eyes narrowed. "Wait, you mentioned something about the ministry? Involving me, I guess?"
"Yeah. Did you ever hear about your prophecy?" Sirius asked.
"My-what?" Harry didn't even know how to respond.
"It's about you and...well the other guy." Harry kept silent, so Sirius continued. "I managed to get a permit so you could enter the Department of Mysteries. Apparently only the person a prophecy's made for can get it without...actually I'm not really sure what happens. It's not good though." He took a gulp of butterbeer. "Do you want to see it?"
"What-yeah! When can we go?"
"Right now if you want." Sirius said.
Harry stood up. "Well then, let's go."
Sirius nodded before apparating them to the Grimmauld place fireplace. Harry looked around confused before Sirius explained the ministry security measures. Soon they were at the ministry, and made their way to the Department of Mysteries. Sirius had to show a note to get in, before they got to the Hall of Prophecies. As they walked down, Harry realized something. "Wait, how do which one is mine. I really don't want to pick the wrong one up."
"You'll know. Apparently it's supposed to call out to you or something."
The two kept walking down the hall until Harry heard voices coming from nearby. "Did you hear something?"
Sirius shook his head. "Maybe you heard the call?" He shrugged.
"Maybe…" Harry followed the sound until he found the source in a clouded crystal ball. It almost had a glow when compared to the others. He picked it up, and could've sworn he heard the voice of Professor Trelawney.
"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches...born to those who thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies...and the Dark Lord shall mark him as his equal, but he will have powers the Dark Lord knows not...and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives...the one wth the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies…"
"Did you hear that?" Harry asked.
"Yeah…I did..." Sirius looked at the crystal ball. Then he turned to Harry who's broken into a cold sweat. "You all right?"
"Yeah...I-just don't...know what to make of this." Harry shook his head, then looked back at the crystal ball in thought. "Does Voldemort know about this prophecy?"
Sirius nodded. "Yeah. It's why Lily and James went into hiding in the first place. Of course James decided to be cheeky and go to Godric'a Hollow of all places." Sirius laughed a little. "Only James Potter would have the stones to pull a prank on the Dark Lord."