Harry Potter and the Missing Piece Part 17
Sirius was turning into a weak young man. He had always stayed up late researching counter curses for dark magic and charms and other things like that. He had to protect Hogwarts, especially now.
"This is the only home I have,"
thought Sirius, "the only real home I ever had."
Sirius had always had a home,
and he could go there now if he wanted. His parents would probably be glad to
have him home. But while he was a child, they were never around. His father was
always out working for the Ministry and his mother had always been working at a
mental house in the muggle world. She always liked muggles. But they were never
around with Sirius, except in the morning and at night. Because they were never
around, Sirius had to attend muggle school until he was nine years old. By the
time he turned nine, his parents had gotten so many letters about his misbehaving
in school, and requested conferences (which they didn't have time for) that
they let Sirius quit school and told the school board that he was going to a
boarding school. It was then that Sirius started to make real friends, and his
life wasn't as dull and boring. He joined a local Quidditch team, and that was
where he had met James. And when Sirius went to Hogwarts, he, like Harry, had
felt more at home than he ever had.
"Sirius," said Harry, walking
into the room.
"Yeah, what is it. Is your scar hurting
again?" he asked, before yawning.
"No, umm, maybe this isn't the
time," said Harry, clearly because Sirius looked tired, and his question could
wait.
"No go ahead. What do you want?"
"Never mind, I'll ask you in the
morning. Good night."
"Good night Harry."
* * * * *
In the morning Harry made sure
he was up before Sirius. He walked quietly out of the room and down to the
Great Hall, where he met Natalie.
"Any luck on Dumbledore?" asked
Harry.
"No, he said he didn't have a
clue. How about Sirius, did he know?" said Natalie, who was finished with her
breakfast.
"I didn't ask. I'm positive he'd
know, but he looked really tired, so I decided to wait until this morning. That
way we can both ask him."
After Harry had finished with
his breakfast, they walked to the library. That was where Sirius went during
the day, to practice the charms and counter curses, or he would be visiting
Lupin in the Shrieking Shack. As they walked into the library, it was packed
with students.
"Why are they here," said Harry,
thinking out loud.
"Well, seeing as how Voldemort
could attack any second, they want to prepare themselves. Funny, though. Today's
Gryffindor's Quidditch try-outs."
"Does it look like anyone cares
about Quidditch right now to you?"
"Well, no but-"
"Exactly. Let's go find Sirius."
They walked out into the Great
Hall and walked outside. They could see the Quidditch field clearly, but try-outs
weren't due for another hour. So they walked to the Whomping Willow, but now
they had a new problem.
"How are we supposed to freeze
the tree?" asked Harry looking around for an extra long stick.
"How would I know? Maybe we
could transfigure a stick and make it longer," said Natalie. There was no
better plan, so that's what they did. They walked down and knocked on the door.
It was fixed up now, since Remus had learned how to make the Wolfbane potion,
so he fixed it up and was living there.
"Come in, come in," it was
Remus, "what're you two doing here?"
"We've come to ask Sirius a
question," said Natalie.
"Is he here?" asked Harry.
"I'm over here!" yelled Sirius.
He walked over to them. "Now what is it you two need to ask me?"
"We were wondering," said Harry,
but Natalie finished his sentence.
"We wanted to know, if you're
Harry's godfather, then who was his godmother? And I wanted to know if you knew
who my godparents were," said Natalie.
"Oh," said Remus, laughing, "Natalie,
I'm your godfather and Mrs. Jermanswipe is your godmother."
"Harry, I'm surprised you never
found this out yourself. Although there is a story behind it. You see, Mrs.
Weasley was the one who told your parents that Voldemort was after you. It was
when they were picking godparents, and in the wizard world, as soon as you
write it on paper, it's done and you can't change it until one of the people
die. Molly offered to take Natalie, since they thought you were safer with rat
brains Pettigrew, but obviously nobody could be safe with him, the selfish
little ---"
"Language, Padfoot, language,"
said Remus, "and don't even let me hear for the five billionth time that it was
your fault, because it wasn't."
"Ok, just let me finish. But they had already written down Natalie's
godparents, so they named Molly your godmother. Of course, she hadn't seen you
since then so she probably didn't recognize you when she saw you. But that's
the story."
"Wow, that's means
Ron's my god brother. Wait till he hears this." And with that Harry ran over to
the Quidditch field.
"Oh no, Sirius, I've just
remembered, speaking of Pettigrew, the Polyjuice Potion?" said Remus, grabbing
his wand.
"No, we have to catch up to
Harry, before it's too late. Natalie, go get him, you're faster than us. Peter's
been taking the Polyjuice Potion and pretending to be Ron!" said Sirius, and he
transformed into a dog, wand tucked into his collar.