Sirius Black chapter 6--dark powers, conversations, and dreams
A/N: Just r/r, and I borrowed from Cassie Claire, who's moving so I couldn't ask for her permission, sorry Cass. I have no
clue how long this fic will be so please review! And this chapter is dedicated to my wonderful beta reader Carole for being
an amazing net mommie and giving great advice and finding all my mistakes, there have been so many. *grins* and also to Becca,
who has fainting problems lol! I love you both, don't take that literally Becca *grins* and there's not too much Lily in
this, more of her next chapter. And this may not be the best chapter but I have been much to busy then is humanly possible.
*tired grin*
(In a dream, I can't do italics because of damn note pad)
Peter walked through the abandoned castle with confidence. He was tall and powerful, like never before. He walked into a
chamber filled with cowering minions, and gazed up. And there he was. The man from his dreams. He was dark featured and
very thin, almost gaunt. But the most alarming thing about him was his eyes. Crimson in color, burring with an unhealthy
glow.
"Wormtail" the creature hissed.
It didn't seem right to call him a man. It didn't seem right to even refer to him as human. The creature smiled liplessly
and Peter felt himself inwardly shiver.
"Wormtail have you brought me any good news?" the creature asked, his voice disturbingly high pitched and silky smooth.
Peter's dream self smiled. "I do my lord, The Potters have made me their secret keeper." Peter said, drawing himself up
importantly.
The Creature laughed, apparently delighted. "Wormtail, my smart, loyal servant! Come, come sit by me." The creature gestured
to the throne like chair next to him that was usually reserved for Lucius Malfoy.
Peter sat, grinning madly. The creature put a skeletal arm around his pudgy shoulder and smiled in an almost fatherly way.
"We shall talk later, for now bring in the muggles." The creature smiled evilly as he gestured to a servant always close
at hand.
"Yes Lord Voldemort." a servant scurried away. Muggles, thin and bruised with nasty suspicious looking cuts everywhere
dressed in torn rags came in. Voldermort's eyes burned with hate. "Wormtail, my loyal death eater, do the first."
"Yes my lord" Peter said, turning his wand on the small bloody muggle girl. "Crucio" he hissed.
The girl screamed.
Peter woke with a start.
His clothing was plastered to his pudgy body with sweat. He stood up on unsteady legs and shaking, made his way to the
bathroom he shared with his friends.
These dreams. God how he wished they would go away, he always hurt someone he loved. Now it was James. Peter choked on a sob.
He wasn't crying over the dream, it was just a nightmare, but he was crying because it had felt good. The power, the honor,
the experience. Something in his soul expanded when he tortured the muggle girl, he had experienced something; he didn't
know what it was.
Peter wiped hastily at the tears streaming down his pasty face. He looked in the mirror. His face was streaked with blood.
He gasped and looked down at his hands. Blood was on them. He washed his hands, looking for a cut.
There was none.
***
James woke up smiling and bounced out of bed. Sirius gazed at him with bleary eyes. "Jamie, it's Saturday. It's just wrong
to wake up at-" Sirius tried to focus on the over bright red numbers of his bed stand clock. "Six James. It's six in the
morning Potter, are you insane?" Sirius said, scowling.
"Good morning to you too." James said cheerfully, hoping onto Sirius bed. ((*Has mad desire to turn this into a slash fic*))
"AH man! Get off of my bed! We're guys we don't gossip and giggle! Especially not at six in the morning!" Sirius said,
shoving James off his bed.
"You're in a good mood." James said indignantly.
Sirius swatted blindly at him, almost asleep again. "Christ Sirius! You could open up a bar with all the stuff you have
down here!" James said, pushing aside bottles of alcohol. Sirius sighed and looked over the other side of his four poster.
"What is it James?" he asked, praying the clink clinking of the bottles would stop. He was slightly hung over.
"I dunno, just looking." came James's muffled reply. Sirius laughed softly and lay back down in his soft pillows. He soon
felt a tap on his shoulder.
"Sirius?" James said, testing if he was awake. Sirius grunted.
"Sirius I have to tell you something." James sounded guilt ridden. Sirius sighed. When James was feeling guilty no one slept.
"Okay what's wrong Jamie?" Sirius asked struggling to stay awake.
"It's about Lily." James said nervously.
Sirius's head snapped up. "Yeah?" he said, faking disinterest.
"She- I-she-er...shekissedme." James finished in a rush, backing away from Sirius rapidly.
Sirius stared.
"Sirius?" James asked causally. A mirror shattered, the glass fell in slow motion with a soft tinkling sound. James eyes
widened as a pillow burst into a cloud of feathers. Remus's book on special powers flew into Sirius's lap.
"Sirius stop it!" James cried as an alarm clock hit him repeatedly in the knees.
"I can't James! Wake Remus now!" Sirius was pale and pasty and his face was a mask of fear.
James dodged flying objets and ran to Remus and shook him. "Moony wake up! Wake up! Sirius is doing something!" James shook
him frantically.
Remus blinked and sat up quickly. "I think he snapped man!" James said.
"Who? Who snapped?" Remus demanded, ducking a flying book.
"Sirius did! Lost his damn mind, Ouch." James rubbed his forehead and glared at the offending quill.
Remus's eyes widened and he ran out of bed with suprising speed and made it to Sirius's bed. He put a hand on him. "Sirius
calm down." he ordered, grabbing his wand. "Fini Incantim." he said firmly.
"I'm not! Am I?" Sirius squeaked.
"You need to calm down Sirius. Deep breaths." then lower "Get the headmaster now!" Remus hissed at James, James flew out of
the room. "Padfoot, you must calm down." Remus insisted.
"But I'm not! I don't even have a wand!" Sirius protested. He was whiter then ever and he looked pasty. Not his best look.
Remus looked at him hard. Then his eyes went wide. "No way?! Sirius you really have to calm down!"
The door opened and Dumbledore stepped in.
"Fini Incantium" the headmaster said calmly.
Everything stopped.
"Sirius are you okay?" the headmaster asked gently.
Sirius looked up in confusion. "I didn't even have a wand.," he said, and then turned ghost white and fainted.
"Right" Dumbledore said and then conjured a stretcher and beckoned the boys to follow him.
They went to the hospital wing and sat patiently waiting for news. "Where's Peter?" Remus asked, beginning to worry.
James shrugged. James was worried, Sirius still hadn't woken. What if he put his best friend in a coma? Just had to say
something huh? James mentally upbraided himself.
"Mr. Lupin, I believe you know the appropriate spell for your dormitory?" Dumbledore asked calmly.
"Yes sir." Remus said with a nod and disappeared.
"He'll be fine James." Dumbledore assured him.
James nodded, biting his lip.
"mmmmm." Sirius moaned, color returning to his features.
"Sirius! You okay man?!" James asked, rushing to his side.
"Yeah, what's going on?" he asked groggily.
"I believe we need to talk Mr. Black." Dumbledore said, with a pointed look at James.
"I didn't do it I swear," Sirius said.
Dumbledore chuckled softly. "It's not about that Sirius, all though I do want Mr. Snapes underwear taken off the flag pole
when we are finished," Dumbledore said firmly.
"Yes sir. So, what's wrong with me sir?" Sirius asked, setting his face in a brave sort of expression.
Dumbledore chuckled softly, eyes twinkling.
Sirius thought it was rather rude of the headmaster to laugh when Sirius may be dying.
Dumbledore stroked his auburn colored beard and gave Sirius a considering look, like he was sizing him up.
Sirius braced himself "It's okay sir, give it to me quick, I can take it. How long do I have?" against his will, he felt
tears forming in his eyes.
Dumbledore quickly stifled a laugh and gazed at the boy who he blamed for most of the white hairs that speckled his auburn
mane. Dumbledore was strongly reminded of himself at fifteen. "Sirius do you know what a magid is?"
***
Severas Snape glared at the offending blob sitting next to his master. Peter Pettigrew would do anything for a bit of fame
wouldn't he. Slimy git. He betrayed his best friend. My god. Not that he didn't want to see James Potter dead but really!
Must he drag a baby into it to!? Who did Potter marry anyway? Someone had said Lily Evans but that couldn't be right, she
was Black's girl everyone knew that.
Snape snapped to attention as the Dark Lord called his name. "What?" Severus said without thinking.
The dark lords eyes flashed. "How dare you speak to me in that manner?!" The Dark Lord said. "Crucio." he hissed. Severas
screamed in pain and anger.
Lord Voldermort lazily lifted the curse. Burning with anger and pain, Snape stormed out. The Dark Lord let him go, bored
with him.
'That is the last time!' he raged and thinking, Apparated to the only place that could hide him, the only person who could
help him.
He went to Hogwarts.
***
"Magid? Is that what I have? Sounds bad! Oh, leave me leave me! I want to go in peace, close the curtains, the sun pains me."
Sirius lay weakly on his bed, chin quivering ever so slightly, but his eyes had a touch of laughter in them.
Dumbledore burst out laughing. "You're not dying! You're not even sick, well not physically anyway. A magid is a special
kind of wizard!" Dumbledore said with a chuckle.
"Oh." Sirius said, his handsome face heating.
"Yes well, you need control over your emotions so this won't happen again. But you no longer need your wand." Dumbledore
quickly summarized. ((for a more detailed version of what a magid is, read DD and DS, if you haven't all ready that is.))
"Holy shit that's cool!" Sirius exclaimed. Then, "Oh! Sorry Professor!" Sirius quickly apologized.
Dumbledore smiled indulgently and let it slip. "Now Sirius, you realize you must not lose control of yourself like this
again. I know that being a teenager that this is especially difficult for you, and I know that at this point in your life
there are many changes you are experiencing and you want to express them-"
Sirius wondered with amusement if the Headmaster was giving him THE TALK but decided it was unlikely.
"But as I have said before, with power, comes a price, this is your price, that you must have constant control over
everything you feel, you must never slip. Now I take my leave of you and hope that what I said was taken to heart."
Dumbledore said and walked out.
Sirius slumped back into bed, blinking and taking it all in. "I don't believe it! Wow this is cool!" he said, sinking back
down into his pillows and falling asleep.
*** (1975 still)
Peter, once again in control walked back into the room he shared with these best friends. And stared.
It looked like a tornado hit the room.
"Where the hell have you been Petey?" Remus asked, waving his wand in frustration.
"What happened?!" Peter asked.
"Sirius freaked out, man he's so dead!" Remus said, muttering and pointing his wand at a book. It didn't budge. "Damn it!"
Remus said, eyes looking golder [not sure what you meant by golder...older or another descriptive term]. Which was not a
good sign.
"Sirius did all this!" Peter asked.
"Yeah." Remus said distracted.
"How?!" Peter pressed.
Remus glared. Peter was slightly taken aback, Remus was patient, and always nice. Sirius was the one that always snapped at
him. God he almost hated Sirius. Everything was so great for him and he had some little hissy fit and was he cleaning it up?
Noooooooo, he had someone else for it. Peter hadn't felt nearly as bad when he dreamt of hurting Sirius. It was always
'Sirius this and James that' wasn't it! No one ever recognized him did they! 'Peter who?' Or 'Oh oh yeah that fat kid that
always hangs around with Sirius and James.' He wished they would go away! He'd show them! He'd show them all! Everyone would
know who he is, oh they'd know all right. They'd all know his name. And they would respect it. He would make them shake,
make them bleed for all the things they had done. "Peter don't be so dumb! Peter get a backbone; Peter pick that up; Peter
eat this, I don't like it; Peter shut up; Peter go away; Peter! Peter! Peter!!!
"Peter, Peter, Peter!! Ahhhhhh!!" Peter screamed clawling at his face with once again blood soaked hands. He stared at his
hands. He knew now what the blood was. It was Sirius's blood and James's. The shame and insignificance they had made him
feel. He was getting payback in their blood. It wasn't really their blood. Not yet anyway. But it will be, oh yes, it will
be.
***
"Peter! What the hell? Damn, you're bleeding like a pig!" Remus said alarmed.
"I'm not." Peter had a dreamy sort of look on his face.
"You're not what?!" Remus asked.
"Bleeding. Not mine. You'll be okay Remus. You'll be just fine." Peter touched Remus's face with a blood soaked hand and
turned and left, walking like in a dream.
Remus blinked and took a handkerchief to wipe the blood that was surely on his face. There was none. "Okay weird!" he said
and went back to cleaning to room by hand.
***
"Hullo Remus, lemmie help with that. Cleanus roomius!" ((*shrugs*)) Sirius lazily waved a hand and the room was sparkling.
"Very nice Sirius, stop showing off now." Remus said, smiling good-naturedly. Then a wicked though came to him "Sirius you
know this means you can't have sex anymore right?" Remus said, with a perfectly straight face.
"What! NO! I don't want it anymore, take it away!" Sirius cried.
"Can't sorry mate, oh well the price you pay, who wants breakfast?" Remus asked cheerfully.
"I'm going to Dumbledore." And before anyone could stop him, he was gone.
Remus snorted with laughter.
*** (10 minutes later)
Sirius returned with his face burning.
"Have a nice chat with the headmaster Sirius?" Remus said innocently.
"Shove it Moony."
*** (1981, two weeks after the kiss)
Dear Lily,
Hello, I'm very sorry about running off yesterday;
I shouldn't have done that.
Well I have a feeling we need to
talk. Please meet me at the three broomsticks.
Yours always,
Sirius
Lily re-read the letter for the tenth time. 'What did he mean by 'yours always?' Did it mean he loved her? It was too much
to hope. Harry's familiar hunger cry snapped her from her thoughts back to reality. Reality was that she was married with a
baby. Lily choked back a sob of longing for a different life style and wearily sat up. "Coming, coming" She said, heating a
baby bottle.
***
"Head master, I have the Dark Lords next intended victim." Snape said, rubbing his arm. It always hurt when he disobeyed his
mas-no! Not his master anymore!
Dumbledore looked up sharply.
"The Potters." Snape said, keeping his smile hidden.
"NO! Lily and James!" Dumbledore gasped.
'Oh, so he did marry Evans! Well, learn a new thing every day.' he thought
"My god. When?"
"I don't know Sir, I wish I did." Severas bowed his head solemnly.
"Thank you Severas, you may go." the Headmaster looked unusually grave and sad.
Snape nodded and left. "We're even Potter." a nagging guilt struck him. Why didn't he tell the Headmaster when the Dark Lord
planed to kill Potter. "Am I that bitter?" he wondered.
***
"Hey, what's this?" James asked.
"Your mum's owl dropped it off ten minutes ago." Sirius said, lazily reclining in Peter's chair.
"Oh god." James muttered, remembering the last package his mum had sent him.
Boxers.
With big pink hearts on them. And some with yellow and blue duckys and teddybears.
Sirius didn't let it go for a week. Sirius sat up eagerly, remembering the same thing. "Open it will you?" he said,
practically bouncing with excitement.
James nodded and did so, praying it was only sweets. "No way." James muttered, running the silvery cloth over his hands.
"Your dad's cloak." Sirius said, swallowing hard.
John Potter had died last year; he had been like a father to both boys. Sirius's own father was somewhere in Scotland,
Sirius had never met him.
James sniffed slightly, the same time Sirius did, and they gave each other mutual grins of understanding. When someone had
been friends for as long as James and Sirius had been, you learned to understand each other, and really care.
"Hey James, you know what this means?!" Sirius said, cheering up the mood "We can go out at night and that git will never
catch us!!" Sirius said, grinning and giving James time to wipe his eyes away from a distracted Remus and Peter.
James's face split into a grin. "Tonight. We go tonight." James said laughing and disappearing under the cloak.
*** (Down at Dinner)
Sirius sat down next to Alicia with a sigh. ((I figured you-all missed her)) Alicia gave him an adoring sweet innocent and
all together false smile. Tara discreetly caught his eye and gave him a small wink.
"Um excuse you, what are you doing here." Krista said, giving Sirius her famous and-who-do-you-think-you-are look.
"Ahh, Ahh, what do you think?" Sirius said putting on a dorky face. Hey, if he was going to do this, he would do it properly.
Tara had to stifle a laugh as Alicia looked around confusedly.
Sirius took a drink of pumpkin juice and dribbled it down his neck. "What?" he asked, spraying Alicia with bits of sheperds
pie.
"Ew Sirius! You can't sit here anymore! Go away." Tara made a shooing motion with her hand.
Sirius, head hung in mock shame, left.
Tara turned to Alicia with a sweet smile. "'Lish, pet, not to tell you what to do and all but really, Sirius Black is such a
git now, you well, wouldn't want to have him affect your status now would you dear?" Tara said, blinking innocently.
"Oh right! I'll be right back." Alicia flew off in the direction Sirius went.
When she was out of sight the table erupted into a fit of giggles. "God he's so funny! Did you see her face!" giggled Taren
Spear.
"I prefer not to look at her face thank you very much!" Claire DuQuette said, wrinkling her petite lightly freckled nose.
The table dissolved into giggles.
***
"Alicia I'm so sorry!!" Sirius said.
"Right. Hunnie, it's been great, really has, but we've grown apart, we should see other people." Alicia laid a sympathetic
hand on his shoulder.
"Darn. Okay, buh~bye then." Sirius breezed out of the room, past a stunned Alicia.
***
"Moony really, it's not a problem, we'll just go next week!" James said.
"No way, I'll go later on, now get out of here and cause some trouble." Remus said, hiding his disappointment.
James grinned. "All right then, Sirius check the list." James said, happily.
"Right, dungbombs, check. Fireworks, check, biting mice, ouch, check, itching powder, check." Sirius confirmed, scratching.
"Okay lets go!" James said, and Peter, Sirius, and James slipped under the cloak.
***
The castle was entirely different at night. It was eerie and silent. "Okay, where the hell are we going!?" Sirius snapped
quietly. They had been wandering around lost for half an hour and Sirius's patients was running out.
"I dunno, turn here." Peter said.
"Who the hell put him in charge of navigating?!" Sirius said, glaring at the wall.
"I did, so calm down ouch!" James said as they bumped into a large stone gargoyle.
"Nice one James." Sirius's voice dripped sarcasm.
"Sod off Sirius, does anyone want a chocolate frog?" James asked. All at once the stone gargoyle came to life and lept
aside, reveling a twisting staircase.
"What did you do James?" Peter asked.
"Never mind that! Let's go!" Sirius said eagerly.
They stepped on the staircase and rotated to the top. There was a door. Sirius's hand stopped on the knob as he heard the
headmasters worried voice: "Minnie, he's getting stronger, I'm at a lose of what to do, Lord Voldemort is gaining followers
everywhere!"
"Come on lets go." James said firmly, unease growing in the pit of his stomach. Sirius and James turned, the cloak fell off
Peter to revel him sitting, shaking on the ground.
"Peter? Petey?!" Sirius said, coming closer he heard what Peter was muttering:
"He's real. He's real, oh god, he's real."
Chapter seven soon. Thanks again to my wonderful beta readers Carole and Becca, I love you
Both.
A/N: Just r/r, and I borrowed from Cassie Claire, who's moving so I couldn't ask for her permission, sorry Cass. I have no
clue how long this fic will be so please review! And this chapter is dedicated to my wonderful beta reader Carole for being
an amazing net mommie and giving great advice and finding all my mistakes, there have been so many. *grins* and also to Becca,
who has fainting problems lol! I love you both, don't take that literally Becca *grins* and there's not too much Lily in
this, more of her next chapter. And this may not be the best chapter but I have been much to busy then is humanly possible.
*tired grin*
(In a dream, I can't do italics because of damn note pad)
Peter walked through the abandoned castle with confidence. He was tall and powerful, like never before. He walked into a
chamber filled with cowering minions, and gazed up. And there he was. The man from his dreams. He was dark featured and
very thin, almost gaunt. But the most alarming thing about him was his eyes. Crimson in color, burring with an unhealthy
glow.
"Wormtail" the creature hissed.
It didn't seem right to call him a man. It didn't seem right to even refer to him as human. The creature smiled liplessly
and Peter felt himself inwardly shiver.
"Wormtail have you brought me any good news?" the creature asked, his voice disturbingly high pitched and silky smooth.
Peter's dream self smiled. "I do my lord, The Potters have made me their secret keeper." Peter said, drawing himself up
importantly.
The Creature laughed, apparently delighted. "Wormtail, my smart, loyal servant! Come, come sit by me." The creature gestured
to the throne like chair next to him that was usually reserved for Lucius Malfoy.
Peter sat, grinning madly. The creature put a skeletal arm around his pudgy shoulder and smiled in an almost fatherly way.
"We shall talk later, for now bring in the muggles." The creature smiled evilly as he gestured to a servant always close
at hand.
"Yes Lord Voldemort." a servant scurried away. Muggles, thin and bruised with nasty suspicious looking cuts everywhere
dressed in torn rags came in. Voldermort's eyes burned with hate. "Wormtail, my loyal death eater, do the first."
"Yes my lord" Peter said, turning his wand on the small bloody muggle girl. "Crucio" he hissed.
The girl screamed.
Peter woke with a start.
His clothing was plastered to his pudgy body with sweat. He stood up on unsteady legs and shaking, made his way to the
bathroom he shared with his friends.
These dreams. God how he wished they would go away, he always hurt someone he loved. Now it was James. Peter choked on a sob.
He wasn't crying over the dream, it was just a nightmare, but he was crying because it had felt good. The power, the honor,
the experience. Something in his soul expanded when he tortured the muggle girl, he had experienced something; he didn't
know what it was.
Peter wiped hastily at the tears streaming down his pasty face. He looked in the mirror. His face was streaked with blood.
He gasped and looked down at his hands. Blood was on them. He washed his hands, looking for a cut.
There was none.
***
James woke up smiling and bounced out of bed. Sirius gazed at him with bleary eyes. "Jamie, it's Saturday. It's just wrong
to wake up at-" Sirius tried to focus on the over bright red numbers of his bed stand clock. "Six James. It's six in the
morning Potter, are you insane?" Sirius said, scowling.
"Good morning to you too." James said cheerfully, hoping onto Sirius bed. ((*Has mad desire to turn this into a slash fic*))
"AH man! Get off of my bed! We're guys we don't gossip and giggle! Especially not at six in the morning!" Sirius said,
shoving James off his bed.
"You're in a good mood." James said indignantly.
Sirius swatted blindly at him, almost asleep again. "Christ Sirius! You could open up a bar with all the stuff you have
down here!" James said, pushing aside bottles of alcohol. Sirius sighed and looked over the other side of his four poster.
"What is it James?" he asked, praying the clink clinking of the bottles would stop. He was slightly hung over.
"I dunno, just looking." came James's muffled reply. Sirius laughed softly and lay back down in his soft pillows. He soon
felt a tap on his shoulder.
"Sirius?" James said, testing if he was awake. Sirius grunted.
"Sirius I have to tell you something." James sounded guilt ridden. Sirius sighed. When James was feeling guilty no one slept.
"Okay what's wrong Jamie?" Sirius asked struggling to stay awake.
"It's about Lily." James said nervously.
Sirius's head snapped up. "Yeah?" he said, faking disinterest.
"She- I-she-er...shekissedme." James finished in a rush, backing away from Sirius rapidly.
Sirius stared.
"Sirius?" James asked causally. A mirror shattered, the glass fell in slow motion with a soft tinkling sound. James eyes
widened as a pillow burst into a cloud of feathers. Remus's book on special powers flew into Sirius's lap.
"Sirius stop it!" James cried as an alarm clock hit him repeatedly in the knees.
"I can't James! Wake Remus now!" Sirius was pale and pasty and his face was a mask of fear.
James dodged flying objets and ran to Remus and shook him. "Moony wake up! Wake up! Sirius is doing something!" James shook
him frantically.
Remus blinked and sat up quickly. "I think he snapped man!" James said.
"Who? Who snapped?" Remus demanded, ducking a flying book.
"Sirius did! Lost his damn mind, Ouch." James rubbed his forehead and glared at the offending quill.
Remus's eyes widened and he ran out of bed with suprising speed and made it to Sirius's bed. He put a hand on him. "Sirius
calm down." he ordered, grabbing his wand. "Fini Incantim." he said firmly.
"I'm not! Am I?" Sirius squeaked.
"You need to calm down Sirius. Deep breaths." then lower "Get the headmaster now!" Remus hissed at James, James flew out of
the room. "Padfoot, you must calm down." Remus insisted.
"But I'm not! I don't even have a wand!" Sirius protested. He was whiter then ever and he looked pasty. Not his best look.
Remus looked at him hard. Then his eyes went wide. "No way?! Sirius you really have to calm down!"
The door opened and Dumbledore stepped in.
"Fini Incantium" the headmaster said calmly.
Everything stopped.
"Sirius are you okay?" the headmaster asked gently.
Sirius looked up in confusion. "I didn't even have a wand.," he said, and then turned ghost white and fainted.
"Right" Dumbledore said and then conjured a stretcher and beckoned the boys to follow him.
They went to the hospital wing and sat patiently waiting for news. "Where's Peter?" Remus asked, beginning to worry.
James shrugged. James was worried, Sirius still hadn't woken. What if he put his best friend in a coma? Just had to say
something huh? James mentally upbraided himself.
"Mr. Lupin, I believe you know the appropriate spell for your dormitory?" Dumbledore asked calmly.
"Yes sir." Remus said with a nod and disappeared.
"He'll be fine James." Dumbledore assured him.
James nodded, biting his lip.
"mmmmm." Sirius moaned, color returning to his features.
"Sirius! You okay man?!" James asked, rushing to his side.
"Yeah, what's going on?" he asked groggily.
"I believe we need to talk Mr. Black." Dumbledore said, with a pointed look at James.
"I didn't do it I swear," Sirius said.
Dumbledore chuckled softly. "It's not about that Sirius, all though I do want Mr. Snapes underwear taken off the flag pole
when we are finished," Dumbledore said firmly.
"Yes sir. So, what's wrong with me sir?" Sirius asked, setting his face in a brave sort of expression.
Dumbledore chuckled softly, eyes twinkling.
Sirius thought it was rather rude of the headmaster to laugh when Sirius may be dying.
Dumbledore stroked his auburn colored beard and gave Sirius a considering look, like he was sizing him up.
Sirius braced himself "It's okay sir, give it to me quick, I can take it. How long do I have?" against his will, he felt
tears forming in his eyes.
Dumbledore quickly stifled a laugh and gazed at the boy who he blamed for most of the white hairs that speckled his auburn
mane. Dumbledore was strongly reminded of himself at fifteen. "Sirius do you know what a magid is?"
***
Severas Snape glared at the offending blob sitting next to his master. Peter Pettigrew would do anything for a bit of fame
wouldn't he. Slimy git. He betrayed his best friend. My god. Not that he didn't want to see James Potter dead but really!
Must he drag a baby into it to!? Who did Potter marry anyway? Someone had said Lily Evans but that couldn't be right, she
was Black's girl everyone knew that.
Snape snapped to attention as the Dark Lord called his name. "What?" Severus said without thinking.
The dark lords eyes flashed. "How dare you speak to me in that manner?!" The Dark Lord said. "Crucio." he hissed. Severas
screamed in pain and anger.
Lord Voldermort lazily lifted the curse. Burning with anger and pain, Snape stormed out. The Dark Lord let him go, bored
with him.
'That is the last time!' he raged and thinking, Apparated to the only place that could hide him, the only person who could
help him.
He went to Hogwarts.
***
"Magid? Is that what I have? Sounds bad! Oh, leave me leave me! I want to go in peace, close the curtains, the sun pains me."
Sirius lay weakly on his bed, chin quivering ever so slightly, but his eyes had a touch of laughter in them.
Dumbledore burst out laughing. "You're not dying! You're not even sick, well not physically anyway. A magid is a special
kind of wizard!" Dumbledore said with a chuckle.
"Oh." Sirius said, his handsome face heating.
"Yes well, you need control over your emotions so this won't happen again. But you no longer need your wand." Dumbledore
quickly summarized. ((for a more detailed version of what a magid is, read DD and DS, if you haven't all ready that is.))
"Holy shit that's cool!" Sirius exclaimed. Then, "Oh! Sorry Professor!" Sirius quickly apologized.
Dumbledore smiled indulgently and let it slip. "Now Sirius, you realize you must not lose control of yourself like this
again. I know that being a teenager that this is especially difficult for you, and I know that at this point in your life
there are many changes you are experiencing and you want to express them-"
Sirius wondered with amusement if the Headmaster was giving him THE TALK but decided it was unlikely.
"But as I have said before, with power, comes a price, this is your price, that you must have constant control over
everything you feel, you must never slip. Now I take my leave of you and hope that what I said was taken to heart."
Dumbledore said and walked out.
Sirius slumped back into bed, blinking and taking it all in. "I don't believe it! Wow this is cool!" he said, sinking back
down into his pillows and falling asleep.
*** (1975 still)
Peter, once again in control walked back into the room he shared with these best friends. And stared.
It looked like a tornado hit the room.
"Where the hell have you been Petey?" Remus asked, waving his wand in frustration.
"What happened?!" Peter asked.
"Sirius freaked out, man he's so dead!" Remus said, muttering and pointing his wand at a book. It didn't budge. "Damn it!"
Remus said, eyes looking golder [not sure what you meant by golder...older or another descriptive term]. Which was not a
good sign.
"Sirius did all this!" Peter asked.
"Yeah." Remus said distracted.
"How?!" Peter pressed.
Remus glared. Peter was slightly taken aback, Remus was patient, and always nice. Sirius was the one that always snapped at
him. God he almost hated Sirius. Everything was so great for him and he had some little hissy fit and was he cleaning it up?
Noooooooo, he had someone else for it. Peter hadn't felt nearly as bad when he dreamt of hurting Sirius. It was always
'Sirius this and James that' wasn't it! No one ever recognized him did they! 'Peter who?' Or 'Oh oh yeah that fat kid that
always hangs around with Sirius and James.' He wished they would go away! He'd show them! He'd show them all! Everyone would
know who he is, oh they'd know all right. They'd all know his name. And they would respect it. He would make them shake,
make them bleed for all the things they had done. "Peter don't be so dumb! Peter get a backbone; Peter pick that up; Peter
eat this, I don't like it; Peter shut up; Peter go away; Peter! Peter! Peter!!!
"Peter, Peter, Peter!! Ahhhhhh!!" Peter screamed clawling at his face with once again blood soaked hands. He stared at his
hands. He knew now what the blood was. It was Sirius's blood and James's. The shame and insignificance they had made him
feel. He was getting payback in their blood. It wasn't really their blood. Not yet anyway. But it will be, oh yes, it will
be.
***
"Peter! What the hell? Damn, you're bleeding like a pig!" Remus said alarmed.
"I'm not." Peter had a dreamy sort of look on his face.
"You're not what?!" Remus asked.
"Bleeding. Not mine. You'll be okay Remus. You'll be just fine." Peter touched Remus's face with a blood soaked hand and
turned and left, walking like in a dream.
Remus blinked and took a handkerchief to wipe the blood that was surely on his face. There was none. "Okay weird!" he said
and went back to cleaning to room by hand.
***
"Hullo Remus, lemmie help with that. Cleanus roomius!" ((*shrugs*)) Sirius lazily waved a hand and the room was sparkling.
"Very nice Sirius, stop showing off now." Remus said, smiling good-naturedly. Then a wicked though came to him "Sirius you
know this means you can't have sex anymore right?" Remus said, with a perfectly straight face.
"What! NO! I don't want it anymore, take it away!" Sirius cried.
"Can't sorry mate, oh well the price you pay, who wants breakfast?" Remus asked cheerfully.
"I'm going to Dumbledore." And before anyone could stop him, he was gone.
Remus snorted with laughter.
*** (10 minutes later)
Sirius returned with his face burning.
"Have a nice chat with the headmaster Sirius?" Remus said innocently.
"Shove it Moony."
*** (1981, two weeks after the kiss)
Dear Lily,
Hello, I'm very sorry about running off yesterday;
I shouldn't have done that.
Well I have a feeling we need to
talk. Please meet me at the three broomsticks.
Yours always,
Sirius
Lily re-read the letter for the tenth time. 'What did he mean by 'yours always?' Did it mean he loved her? It was too much
to hope. Harry's familiar hunger cry snapped her from her thoughts back to reality. Reality was that she was married with a
baby. Lily choked back a sob of longing for a different life style and wearily sat up. "Coming, coming" She said, heating a
baby bottle.
***
"Head master, I have the Dark Lords next intended victim." Snape said, rubbing his arm. It always hurt when he disobeyed his
mas-no! Not his master anymore!
Dumbledore looked up sharply.
"The Potters." Snape said, keeping his smile hidden.
"NO! Lily and James!" Dumbledore gasped.
'Oh, so he did marry Evans! Well, learn a new thing every day.' he thought
"My god. When?"
"I don't know Sir, I wish I did." Severas bowed his head solemnly.
"Thank you Severas, you may go." the Headmaster looked unusually grave and sad.
Snape nodded and left. "We're even Potter." a nagging guilt struck him. Why didn't he tell the Headmaster when the Dark Lord
planed to kill Potter. "Am I that bitter?" he wondered.
***
"Hey, what's this?" James asked.
"Your mum's owl dropped it off ten minutes ago." Sirius said, lazily reclining in Peter's chair.
"Oh god." James muttered, remembering the last package his mum had sent him.
Boxers.
With big pink hearts on them. And some with yellow and blue duckys and teddybears.
Sirius didn't let it go for a week. Sirius sat up eagerly, remembering the same thing. "Open it will you?" he said,
practically bouncing with excitement.
James nodded and did so, praying it was only sweets. "No way." James muttered, running the silvery cloth over his hands.
"Your dad's cloak." Sirius said, swallowing hard.
John Potter had died last year; he had been like a father to both boys. Sirius's own father was somewhere in Scotland,
Sirius had never met him.
James sniffed slightly, the same time Sirius did, and they gave each other mutual grins of understanding. When someone had
been friends for as long as James and Sirius had been, you learned to understand each other, and really care.
"Hey James, you know what this means?!" Sirius said, cheering up the mood "We can go out at night and that git will never
catch us!!" Sirius said, grinning and giving James time to wipe his eyes away from a distracted Remus and Peter.
James's face split into a grin. "Tonight. We go tonight." James said laughing and disappearing under the cloak.
*** (Down at Dinner)
Sirius sat down next to Alicia with a sigh. ((I figured you-all missed her)) Alicia gave him an adoring sweet innocent and
all together false smile. Tara discreetly caught his eye and gave him a small wink.
"Um excuse you, what are you doing here." Krista said, giving Sirius her famous and-who-do-you-think-you-are look.
"Ahh, Ahh, what do you think?" Sirius said putting on a dorky face. Hey, if he was going to do this, he would do it properly.
Tara had to stifle a laugh as Alicia looked around confusedly.
Sirius took a drink of pumpkin juice and dribbled it down his neck. "What?" he asked, spraying Alicia with bits of sheperds
pie.
"Ew Sirius! You can't sit here anymore! Go away." Tara made a shooing motion with her hand.
Sirius, head hung in mock shame, left.
Tara turned to Alicia with a sweet smile. "'Lish, pet, not to tell you what to do and all but really, Sirius Black is such a
git now, you well, wouldn't want to have him affect your status now would you dear?" Tara said, blinking innocently.
"Oh right! I'll be right back." Alicia flew off in the direction Sirius went.
When she was out of sight the table erupted into a fit of giggles. "God he's so funny! Did you see her face!" giggled Taren
Spear.
"I prefer not to look at her face thank you very much!" Claire DuQuette said, wrinkling her petite lightly freckled nose.
The table dissolved into giggles.
***
"Alicia I'm so sorry!!" Sirius said.
"Right. Hunnie, it's been great, really has, but we've grown apart, we should see other people." Alicia laid a sympathetic
hand on his shoulder.
"Darn. Okay, buh~bye then." Sirius breezed out of the room, past a stunned Alicia.
***
"Moony really, it's not a problem, we'll just go next week!" James said.
"No way, I'll go later on, now get out of here and cause some trouble." Remus said, hiding his disappointment.
James grinned. "All right then, Sirius check the list." James said, happily.
"Right, dungbombs, check. Fireworks, check, biting mice, ouch, check, itching powder, check." Sirius confirmed, scratching.
"Okay lets go!" James said, and Peter, Sirius, and James slipped under the cloak.
***
The castle was entirely different at night. It was eerie and silent. "Okay, where the hell are we going!?" Sirius snapped
quietly. They had been wandering around lost for half an hour and Sirius's patients was running out.
"I dunno, turn here." Peter said.
"Who the hell put him in charge of navigating?!" Sirius said, glaring at the wall.
"I did, so calm down ouch!" James said as they bumped into a large stone gargoyle.
"Nice one James." Sirius's voice dripped sarcasm.
"Sod off Sirius, does anyone want a chocolate frog?" James asked. All at once the stone gargoyle came to life and lept
aside, reveling a twisting staircase.
"What did you do James?" Peter asked.
"Never mind that! Let's go!" Sirius said eagerly.
They stepped on the staircase and rotated to the top. There was a door. Sirius's hand stopped on the knob as he heard the
headmasters worried voice: "Minnie, he's getting stronger, I'm at a lose of what to do, Lord Voldemort is gaining followers
everywhere!"
"Come on lets go." James said firmly, unease growing in the pit of his stomach. Sirius and James turned, the cloak fell off
Peter to revel him sitting, shaking on the ground.
"Peter? Petey?!" Sirius said, coming closer he heard what Peter was muttering:
"He's real. He's real, oh god, he's real."
Chapter seven soon. Thanks again to my wonderful beta readers Carole and Becca, I love you
Both.