Opps. I forgot to add the authors note. So I'm reposting this. Sorry.
You know the drill Sirius, James, Remus, Peter and all others mentioned don't belong to me. Except for Sirius's dad Addi, and their grandfather. I don't like this chapter as much because I like Orion Black. But Sirius made me tell it like it is.
Sirius: Oh yeah like I wanted this to happen. I like being an orphan.
Addi: Yeah it's so much fun.
Me: Oh shut up, both of you. If you would get out of my head maybe I could change a few things.
Sirius: Nope. I like it in here. No one will ever look for me here. Plus you have a nice collection candy hidden in your room .
Me: Don't you dare!
Addi: What do you think we do all day when you're at school?
Me: groans mournfully* help me some please help me.
Sirius: Just get on with the story.
Chapter 12: Never again
The rest of the summer was very uneventful. The guys stayed for a few weeks then went home, my whole town learning a small bit of what the teachers experienced at Hogwarts.
My dad, true to his word, bought me a broom when we got my school stuff. All too soon it was time for school to start again.
Our second year was very uneventful. No much happened. James and I made the Quiddich team. He was the seeker. I was a beater. We got most of the ingredients for the potion but some we would have to wait and get in Digon alley. James and I got top scores again. And we got 103 detentions that year. We were very proud.
That summer we went to James's house. His parents and my dad hit it off right away. They soon became best friends. Lily and Erin were able to come and we terrorized James's town this time. That was one of the best summers I have ever had.
When we got to the train station we piled our things onto the train and went out to say goodbye. Addi's train had left earlier that morning. I hugged my dad extra long. I just got this feeling, like I wasn't going see him again. The whistle blew.
"Make me proud kid. Just keep your grades up."
"I will. I promise."
"Oh and Sirius?"
"Yeah Dad?"
"Try to stay out of trouble."
'You really like getting owls telling you what we've done, don't you?"
"It gives me a good laugh. Now get going or you'll miss the train. I love you. Sirius."
"I love you too Dad."
As the train pulled away from the station I waved as long as I come. Then the train rounded a corner and he was gone. It was the last time I would ever see him again.
My third year was great. We took Care of magical creatures, Divination and muggle studies. James insisted that if we take muggle studies we could pull more tricks on muggles that summer without using magic.
"It would help us understand them."
Divination we took because the girls insisted. They were taking care of magical creatures so they made us take a course they wanted to take.
Our first divination class we found out that James would meet his future wife in a bizarre boating accident, Remus would marry a mermaid, Peter was going to be an acrobat, and I had a grim in my cup therefore I was going to die. (I finally found out what a grim was. They are specter hounds that haunt graveyards. They are omens of death. They looked an awful lot like the big black dog I had chosen to be.) The teacher found out it was going to be a long year.
We finally had all the ingredients for the potion. The only thing left was for it to simmer for 730 days.
"How long is that?" Peter asked. We kept the potion in our dorm room. Covered with the invisibility cloak. Whenever we needed the cloak we hid the cauldron under one of our beds. Our room was messy enough so that no one would dare look under the beds. We weren't even sure what was under there. Remus swore there was something living in James's dirty underwear. I wouldn't be surprised.
"That's 730 minus 365 equals 365. Two years." Remus did the math.
"We just let it sit for two years?"
"Yeah. I guess. That's what it says."
"Our fifth year." James said.
"Yeah."
Not much else happened till Christmas. Then my whole world came crashing down.
Chapter 13: Another loss
Christmas Eve I was sitting in our common room with James. We were practically the only ones. He had just won the game of wizard chess, when a sharp pain erupted in my chest. I gasped in pain and closed my eyes. After a few minutes it went away. We laughed it off (heartburn) But later I found out it was a warning.
It was Christmas day. I was staying at Hogwarts. James's parents were abroad so he was here to. His dad worked for the ministry. He tracked down dark wizards. We thought it was the coolest job.
Remus was staying to. He loved his parents of course. They just didn't know what to do for him. They pitied him One thing we promised never to do was pity him or think he couldn't do something because of what he was. We were careful never to do anything big on the days before and after the full moon, but he knew his limits. His parents still treated him like the five-year-old he was when his life was drastically changed. We treated him like Remus, our friend.
My dad worked as a doctor for kids. He loved kids. He acted like a big kid. I think he would have wanted to have more. But after mum died he just concentrated on raising us. So he became a family doctor. Then he could be around kids more.
It was after the feast. James and I had just set off a bunch of firecrackers that lit the common room up in a brilliant display of colors Dumbledore entered. I thought it was because we had been so loud. I wasn't really paying attention because one of the first years had discovered the rubber mouse we had put in his chocolate frog. Yes, we got it in there. How, I have no idea. Then I felt a tap on my shoulder.
"Sirius come with me." It was Dumbledore. I shrugged and stood up.
"Where you going?" James asked.
"I just need to talk to Sirius for a second James."
He shrugged and waved bye to me.
"Oh come on, Professor." Remus begged. He jumped up and down yelling please at the top of his lungs. All the sugar in his system had made him very brave. Doumbledore gave him a very scared look and led him to a chair.
"Moony you need help."
" No, you can see him in a short time."
I shrugged and got up to follow him.
" See you guys later."
" Hey Padfoot, you up for a snowball fight later?"
"Sure thing Prongs. Be prepared to go down."
" Just try it.," He laughed. Remus was laughing so hard he couldn't move. That was the thing about Remus. Normally he was shy and reserved but give him sugar and you have a maniac.
Doumbledore led us to his office. I had been here before. When you get in as much trouble as we did you get sent to the headmasters office. There were two men in long black cloaks. We always wore black robes, but most of the older wizards didn't . These men looked like they were wearing black for a reason.
He led me to a chair and I sat down. He sat down behind the desk and stared at me for a few minutes. I fidgeted unsure of what was going on.
"Sirius, I'm afraid I have some bad news. Now as much as I am against telling you this on this day of all days, these men insist upon it. And I'd rather you hear it from some one you know rather than strangers." He glanced at the men.
"Sirius, your father was killed last night."
I sat up in shock. No. No, that wasn't right. It couldn't be. Not my dad. Not Dad.
"H how?"
"Voldemort." In that instant a fire was lit inside me fueled by the hatred of the bearer of that name.
"Addi?" She had written me that she was going home for the break.
"She is safe and sound. Voldemort never touched her."
"Why?" Doumbledore sighed. I could tell this was the last question he wanted to answer. I looked into his eyes. They weren't twinkling, as they usually were when he looked at me. But I saw the answer in his eyes.
"Me. He was killed because of me."
"Sirius. You can't blame yourself."
"But it's true, isn't it? He was after me, wasn't he?"
"Yes, but if you had been there he would have killed you too. And then all would have been lost."
"Why?"
"That I can't tell you yet. But there is a small problem."
"What?"
"What we are going to do with you. Your grandparents are claiming you as their own and will surly take you out of Hogwarts if you were to go with them. I know you don't want that. Do you want to attend the funeral?"
I nodded.
"Good after that they will read the will and we will find out who will take care of you."
I nodded again. He led me to the fireplace where he threw a pinch of powder in and we stepped in.
We reappeared in a room full of people. They all started whispering when we appeared. Whether it was Doumbledore or me they were talking about I don't know. They were all wearing black. I noticed half were muggles and were regarding the wizards with great suspicion. I knew my father had lots of friends. I didn't know a lot of them were wizards. Addi ran up to be and threw her arms around me. She obviously had not been told why our father died. I knew she would hate me if she knew. I saw my grandparents. They gave me looks of the utmost loathing. They must have been told why he died. Doumbledore kept his hand on my shoulder the whole time. I was grateful. I don't want to talk about the funeral. It hurts too much. I'm almost glad I wasn't allowed to go to Lily and James's. All I could think about is that they are dead. We will never play another joke, never laugh together, and never watch each other's children grow up together. Never grow old together like we planned to do. Never see his own kids grow up. I will never hear Lily laugh. She had a beautiful laugh. I'll never see James risk his life for me again. We'll never sneak out under his invisibility cloak again. We'll never see so many things. This wasn't supposed to happen. We were supposed to be friends forever. We were supposed to be immortal. Nothing could bring us down. No one could tear the four of us apart. But Peter succeeded where so many others and the tests of time had failed. I still can't believe he betrayed us. He was my friend. I trusted him. James trusted him. He betrayed us. I almost wish Voldemort had gone after me. Then we all would have been spared this pain. My dad would have been disappointed in me for that thought. Once he told me failure wasn't in the dictionary. And to prove his point he cut it out. So the words failure didn't exist in our dictionary. And he wouldn't want me to give up on life, Neither would James. He'd tell me " Sirius, you have to keep going. You have to keep on living. You're always thinking of your friends before you so do this for me. For Lily and Remus. Do it for Mari and Cassi. Do it for Addi and Harry. They need you and someday you'll find out just how much you need them." He told me that when I told him I couldn't be his secret keeper. He asked me to be there for Harry. And I can't. He probably doesn't even know who I am. I miss them all so much. I miss my dad. He was so young so much life left to have lived. And he was killed because Voldemort was after me. There was so much he never got to see. He never got to see his granddaughter. All I could think about is what my dad would never see. Never do.
After the funeral wizards surrounded me. Mr. and Mrs. Potter had come. Mrs. Potter swept me up in a big hug. I hugged her back as hard as I could. She was crying. Mr. Potter looked like he was about to. Dumbledore had never left my side. Addi clung to my arm. Then my grand parents came up to us. They glared at me. The Potters took me home. James was still at school. He hadn't been told. I spent the night there.
At the reading of the will it was only the potters, Dumbledore, my grandparents, Addi, and I. Dumbledore pulled out the will. I sat with the Potters.
"I, Orion Black, being of sound mind and body write my last will and testimony. My home and belongings I leave to my son Sirius and my daughter Adhara. They are also to receive the money in my account and their mother's account at Griggots. Sirius will also inherit my motorcycle when he is old enough to drive. As to my son's welfare I would like to leave him in the care of Harris and Meredith Potter. They will take good care of him. He is to remain in Hogwarts until he graduates. Adhara is to keep attending Clearglen and also to go with the Potters. Thank you all and God bless you." He rolled up the scroll.
"Now just a minute!" My grandfather had stood up. He looked furious. " They are my grandkids. We should take him!"
Mr. Potter glared. " From what I heard from Orion, you hate these kids with a passion. Why would they ever want to go with you?"
" I don't hate them. That, that boy. It's all his fault. He's a freak, just like his mother." He pointed at me.
Mr. Potter's eyes flashed. " That boy has a name. Sirius is no more a freak than you are. And I happened to have gone to school with Fiona. She was no more a freak" he spat out the word " than her son or daughter."
" You're just sticking up for him cause you're a freak too. That boy needs a firm hand, I never did approve of his father being so soft on him. There is nothing a good beating and a little discipline would hurt. And I promise you that boy is trouble." He still refused to call me by my name.
Mrs. Potter tightened her hold around my shoulders. She squeezed my hand. " Don't worry Sirius, You'll be okay." They took us home.