Chapter 6: The Prophecy

"You've failed me, Padfoot!" James yelled, he's whole body shook with fury

"James?" Sirius couldn't believe this. His best friend was back from the dead.

"Yes, your ex-best friend James Potter, the guy you killed!"

"No, James, I didn't! I never meant to . . ." Sirius stammered.

"Of course you didn't, but you did, and now you can't even protect my son," James said coldly. "You could barely break the Hamunaptra curse."

"James, I'm sorry . . ."

"Why did I ever appoint you to be Harry's godfather? I should have chosen someone responsible like Peter."

"JAMES, PETER WANTS TO KILL HARRY!" Sirius yelled.

"Sirius Black you are a coward, a liar, and a murderer," James morphed into Harry.

"Sirius, I thought you loved me, I thought you cared about me," tears ran down Harry's cheek. "You lied to me."

"What?" Sirius ran forward, and tried to hug Harry. Harry pushed him away, roughly.

"Don't touch me, Death Eater!" Harry's voice was colder then James's. "You sold me out to Voldemort, Peter was right, you are the traitor!" A bright green flash came from behind Harry. He fell into Sirius's arms. Dead.

"No!"

"Sirius wake up!"

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Sirius jerked awake to see to bright green eyes staring at him. Harry!

"You were barking in your sleep," Harry said looking worried. He was already dressed.

I had a nightmare, that's all, I'm fine, Sirius stretched.

"What was it about?" Harry didn't believe Sirius for a second.

I really rather not talk about it.

"You always make me tell you," Harry said stubbornly.

Yes, but I'm the adult, and not to mention your Godfather, Sirius telepathed, the truth was that what the dream-Harry had said kept running through his mind. Stop it, Padfoot! It was only a dream. Harry would never say anything like that to you in real life! But the dream had seemed so real.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Harry asked again. He had never seen Sirius like this, ( in dog or human form), it looked like Sirius wasn't sure he could trust Harry.

Yes! How many times have you asked me that? Sirius snapped, showing his teeth. Harry stepped back, Sirius looked like he would bite him, and when Sirius wanted to look fierce he could give the world's largest tiger a run for its money. Wisely, Harry left Sirius alone. Untruthful little . . . Oh, God, Sirius Black what are you thinking?! It was a dream, Voldemort is getting to me, Harry's just worried about me, oh God he's turning into me! Sirius sighed. I've already warped the boy. Now where'd he get to? Sirius looked out into the backyard. Gardening, painting the bench, and repairing that fence, it's hard plastic how can it break? Maybe Dudley crashed into it, that would kill anything!

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Harry's ears perked up at the sound of a dog's paws on the concrete, Sirius.

Hey, Sirius barked. Harry didn't look up. Hey, Harry, Short Stuff, do you need any help?

Harry looked up slightly, "Don't call me that!"

What? Harry? Oh! Okay, do you need any help, Spittles? Sirius grinned.

Harry sputtered for a moment, before saying, "Spittles?! Where do you come up with this stuff?"

You don't want to know, but do you need any help? The dog's tail wagged once.

"You can dig, right?" Sirius nodded. "Okay, start digging plots for these flowers, I'll help as soon as I finish painting this bench." Harry went back to work. Sirius was digging fast, and furiously, dirt spraying everywhere, mostly on Harry. "Hey! Slow down, it's not a race," Harry half shouted, half laughed, raising his hands in front of his face trying to keep dirt off his glasses.

Sirius leaped on Harry, pinning him to the ground, and smearing dirt everywhere.

"Stop playing with that damn dog, and get back to work!" Uncle Vernon shouted out the window. "Or else!"

Does he ever lighten up? Sirius snorted as Uncle Vernon turned his back to them.

"No, never," Harry said, getting back to work. An hour later, they walked into the kitchen sweaty, tired, and dirty. They overheard Uncle Vernon, and Aunt Petunia talking.

"You know Petunia, there is only one thing on this earth that I hate more then that dog," Uncle Vernon said.

"What, Vernon?"Aunt Petunia said in such a sugary voice that if you were in the same room you would have gotten cavities.

"That boy's godfather!" Uncle Vernon slammed his hand down on the table.

Harry looked at Sirius when they heard this. He looked back, deep brown eyes sparkling, the old Marauder in him shining through. Azkaban couldn't steal that from him. A scream from the dining room got their attention, Hedwig had returned. She dropped a letter in Harry's open hand, and landed on Sirius's head. (Sirius wasn't exactly thrilled about this.)

"It's from Dumbledore," Harry said while opened the letter.

Lovely, Hedwig could you please get off my head, Sirius muttered, shaking his head.

"Hedwig, there's some food, and water in your tray upstairs," Harry said to the owl standing on his godfather's head. Hedwig gave a hoot of thanks, and flew off.

Thanks, so what did the esteemed headmaster say? Sirius stood on his hind legs to read the letter.

Dear Sirius, and Harry,

I strongly suggest that both of you come to Hogwarts as soon as you receive this letter. The important paper I had mentioned is something that Harry needs to see immediately. -- Prof. Dumbledore

P. S. - You can floo to Hogwarts, that maybe the fastest way.

Sirius's face was grim, Harry, I have some Floo Powder upstairs, go get it. Sirius snapped into human form.

Harry came back a moment later, and saw that Sirius had started a fire, and he handed him the Floo Powder. Sirius stepped forward, and threw a pinch of powder into the flames, they turned emerald, "Hogwarts' School of Witchcraft, and Wizardry, Headmaster Dumbledore's office." And he was swept away.

Harry stepped forward, and repeated what Sirius had said, and was also swept away in a rush of glowing flames.

A moment later he fell face first out of a different fire, someone caught him before he hit the floor, "Thanks, Sirius."

"Mr. Potter, Mr. Black, how nice to see you again, but I expected you much sooner, you received my letter, what? Five minutes ago," Albus Dumbledore said while sitting behind his desk.

"Well, you know me, I've gotta make an entrance," Sirius grinned sheepishly.

"Oh, yes, very dramatic, Sirius, falling face first out of a fireplace, you'll get an Oscar for that one, I'm sure," said a very familiar, very sarcastic voice from the back of the room.

"Mrs. Figg, what are you doing, here?" Harry raised an eyebrow at his neighbor.

"Just having a chat with Flitwick, dear, "Mrs. Figg said, kindly. "You have some soot on your chin." Harry moved closer to Sirius at these words trying to advert the impending doom of Mrs. Figg wiping it off for him. "Don't worry I won't wipe it off, teenagers! Well now that fire is free, I'll be leaving, good bye Albus, Harry, and Sirius," she stepped up to the green fire, and shouted. "Tiger's Paw!" And vanished.

"Now, where did I put that thing, oh, here it is," Dumbledore produced a slightly singed envelope addressed to Harry. "Here you are, Harry."

Harry walked forward, and took the letter Dumbledore handed him. Sirius's eyes widened, but said nothing. Harry opened the parchment envelope.

Dear Harry,

How are you, or should I say how old are you? If you're reading this we are probably dead, and rotting in some nice wooden box 6ft. under, because the only way you can read this ink is if the writers are dead. How's living with Sirius? Hasn't broken every bone in your body, has he?

The writing turned feminine.

Harry, ignore your father, he's completely insane! So is your godfather, (Sirius turned a nice shade of red at this) but I won't go into that, believe me this letter does have a purpose. Before we found out that Voldemort was after us, your father, and I were working on a project called the Emerald Eye. The Eye is, though thought of as only a myth, a source of great power, and shrouded in mystery, and we believe that Voldemort has always been in search of the Eye. The moment we thought we were finally getting to the bottom of it, we were informed that we had made Voldemort's hit list.

The night before we went into hiding, I was stargazing with a centaur friend of mine. She informed me that the person who would bring about the Dark Lord's downfall, must find the Eye before their 15th birthday. Harry, she said it was you! Harry, you must find, and destroy that Eye before Voldemort does, or you'll never live to see 16.

Mum, and Dad



"Harry," Sirius asked as he scanned the letter again. "How many more days till your birthday?"

"One week."

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