To Muggles Everywhere: Juss a few words before I start the story: I DON'T OWN

HARRY AND CO. nor do I own Hogwarts, nor whatever....belongs to JK Rowling.







So don't sue me or anything aiight?









Title: The Rising

Sub-Title: The Other Stories of James Black

Background stuff: Time set in Book 5, but Harry is not the main character.

Rating of this chapter: G or PG, can't tell the difference.

Main Character: James Ryan Black

Minor Characters: Jay Sikem, Harry Potter, and whatever, just read the story to find out.

The Summary: .......























The Rising















I gaped at the dark figure my heart thudding loudly.





I have come face to face with Sirius Black.





With another cry, I leapt for the door, when Harry stopped me.





"James! It's okay-"





"Bloody hell Harry! What do you mean it's okay? THERE IS A BLOODY MURDERER HERE IN THIS ROOM WITH US!" I hollered trying to get some sense into Harry.





Harry looking grim shook me by my shoulders, "He's not a murderer, you have to understand that first"



I irritably pushed his hands away and glared at him as if he were mad. I slowly glanced at the skeletal figure of the murderer. My whole body felt like it had been petrified. Scared? Hell yes! Why the hell was this Muggle- murderer-Voldemort supporting-guy doing here?





Seeing my confusion Harry continued, "He's your father"







I blinked.





I made a choked sound as the dark figure slowly walked towards me.





I took a step back from him, and the figure hesitantly stopped walking.





"Harry, if this is some kind of joke-it's not very funny" I finally found my voice, shaking.





Harry sighed, "He's NOT a murderer, trust me-he" Harry looked helplessly at Sirius Black.





Exhaling a shaky breath, I replied, "Okay even though he is not a murderer- He still LOOKS LIKE ONE!"





"Oh, and I thought he grew some skin" Harry muttered hesitantly grinning.





The man in the corner let out a sigh and finally spoke his hoarse voice, "James- I AM your father"





Involutarily, I had a little flashback of the Muggle movie: Star Wars.





I numbly stared at him, unable to move at this point. Sirius Black.....who would have ever thought.



All of a sudden this struck me particularly histerically hilarious. I began to laugh. Or laugh and cry. Or just cry. I don't know, but I was just making noise.





Harry glanced at me as if I was the insane one here, looking at me strangely.





They all stared at me as if I were crazy. Nutters, all of them. Or maybe I WAS crazy.......cause I was seeing Sirius Black calling himself my father..... That was strange. I wanted to see Madam Pomprey now.



"James, listen to me-" Sirius-my so called father whispered, his eyes desperate. He reached out for me, I jerked away. "I know this is late and......you are my son, my real son"





And I thought I was crazy.





I stopped laughing or crying or both. "What do you expect me to do Sirius? Come and hug you? Look you are a definite stranger to me- Heck you're not! I mean you're popular! You escaped the greatest wizarding prison! My father- is a murderer? What was Dumbledore thinking?"





"I can explain" Sirius pleaded.





I stared at him, "I don't want an explanation- oh wait, just one- how on earth did you persuade Dumbledore- DID YOU BRAINWASH THEM?"





Harry scowled, "Listen James, he is your father- HE ISN'T WHO YOU THINK HE IS!"





"Then tell me......who is he?" I plopped on the chair far away from the both of them, "I've got all day"





Harry slowly breathed as he motioned Sirius to sit down. "He was accused of murdering thirteen people of one curse (I edged the chair farther away from them)-however, that's not true- he was innocent"





I didn't say anything.





Harry continued shakily, "He had you, as a newborn baby, when I became one- year old, he named you-"





"I'll tell the story- I think its more proper that way" Sirius interrupted as Harry nodded.





Sirius looked at me seriously and spoke, "You were born on the Eighth of January, a year younger than Harry. I was......best friends with Harry's father in those days.- We were close, and I was appointed to be the godfather of Harry. I named you after James Potter-Harry's father."







With another deep breath he continued, "Your mother died of labor, her name was Victoria Riddle. Anyway, Voldemort had his eyes on the Potters (Harry looked away)in those days, wanting their lives terminated.....James Potter annointed me as their Secret Keeper to keep the Secret of the Fidelius Charm. I was a coward then, I knew that it was too obvious for me to become their Secret Keeper- and-and so I switched places with a nasty vermin named Peter Pettigrew-" his voice somewhat broke as he looked away.







"Pettigrew, betrayed us, he told his stinking master, Voldemort, where Lily and James were hiding......When I got there it was too late. They were dead (I looked at Sirius's haunted face)." Sirius continued, "I searched for revenge, I tracked down Pettigrew, however he escaped killing thirteen people, framing me, and faking his own filthy death" Sirius stopped to face me, "It was my fault of the murder of the Potters-but I would never have betrayed them. I-I did not kill them" his voice cracked.





I couldn't believe what I was hearing.....surely-surely-, "How did you escape?" I asked quietly when I found my voice.





"I-I don't know, but I did it with my dog-transformation- I just did" Sirius looked at me again.





I blinked. What a story.....





Harry looked at me uncertainly, "James?"





"I don't believe it" I whispered, "Then-" I looked up Sirius, "Then why did you send me to an orphanage! I mean if you were innocent then how come you went to prison-"





Sirius spoke clearly this time, "I think it's obvious James- I-I thought then, that I was mainly to be blamed of the Potters deaths......I was obsessed in finding Pettigrew, I didn't want to bring you with me......all I did was send you to the orphanage...-I'm sorry" Sirius looked down almost as if he were the child, not the parent.





"That's okay" I finally found my voice and stood up hastily.





"James?"





"I'm okay, I mean actually you're like a hero right?" I looked at Sirius before wishing that my voice wasn't so cold, "I mean it was enough reason to abandon me and look for a nutball to kill him-"





"James, Sirius-" Harry began.





I waved him off, "Good job Sirius getting yourself hurt like that. Having a life of an escaped prisoner who is really innocent." I coolly continued, "So do I live with you or something? I mean, won't I be a burden or something- yeah like before, when I was only nine months old, you sure I won't be some sort of weight like a heavy luggage or-" I couldn't stop.





"James, I'm sorry" Sirius pleaded his eyes sunken in his face like a skeletan's skull.





"Whatever, what are you sorry about? I mean I would have done the same thing" I tried to calm myself.





I glanced at Harry who had been watching the whole conversation looking half terrified and half sad.





"So, we're like god-brothers huh?" I asked without thinking.





Harry replied with a short nod.





I looked back at Sirius wanting to do something. What? An answer hit me. I wanted to cry. I was a fourteen year old Gryffindor teenager. And I wanted to cry. That was pathetic. Yes, but that was what I wanted to do.



I wanted to do another thing, but I quickly shrugged that thought away. He didn't deserve it. He doesn't deserve an apology from me.......only Harry did.





"Harry, I'm sorry, you know, for freaking out-" with a deep breath I nodded at him.





Without another look at my biological father, I strode out the door.















***





















Ignoring the eyes that looked up at me, I went up in the front to the teacher's desk where Professor Snape lazily watched me with his glittery eyes.





"Sorry I'm late Professor Snape" my voice sounded funny, a dull buzz in my ear, "I'm sure Jay told you why I would be late-"





"Yes, he did-you are excused" Snape stared at me intently.





I couldn't believe my luck (Heck, I was bound to have some good luck). Snape let me go.





I tore my eyes away from Snape and walked towards the back, where Jay saved a seat for me.





"Mister Black"





"Yes sir?" I answered Snape slowly turning.





"Sit up in the front where I can see you- Sikem, your attitude in this class was totally disgusting, I don't want that to affect Mister Black here"





Poor reason, I noted miserably as I angrily took my cauldron and potions ingredients to sit up at the front. (Jay furiously mouthing curses)





I plopped on the old rickety chair slowly piling the ingredient on the table. Snape towered over me. I looked at him.





"Over there" Professor Snape sneered, pointing at the table in front of his own desk. Great, I thought, now I had to spend this whole class trying not to look at the monstrous face of his.







I obeyed, ignoring Ginny's sympathetic looks.





"Well? Continue with your classwork!" Snape spoke, as the class quickly scrambled for their parchment and textbooks.





I took out my books and opened them, trying to concentrate. Believe me, it was difficult if Snape's overlarge nose was right above you hovering.





"Black" Snape quietly snarled (So no one else could hear, I realized) "Your behavior the other night was not tolerable, you have got out of trouble because of a poor excuse. The next time I hear you talking to me like that, I'll make sure you will be out of Hogwarts"





I didn't look up. His words were useless, unimportant now.......







"So you went up to Dumbledore" Snape continued, "Interesting, I wonder what it was about"





I suddenly froze my reading of Killer Potions.





"Ah, so I presume your visit there was an interesting one" Snape enjoyed seeing my face pale, "Maybe meeting someone else new......"





I dropped my quill.





"Someone you did not expect to meet" Snape's voice turned rather cold. My head was pounding.





I finally looked up at Snape, making sure the look I gave him was as cold as his.





Snape suddenly smirked, "I-"





The bell rung, Snape suddenly turned sour, and barked at the class, "Finish for homework, I want four parchments on that essay"





I broke into a relieved smile, throwing in my potion ingredients back into the cauldron and hauling it up.





Questions in my head. Not good. Giving me a migrane......How did he-He knew about Sirius.......somehow. I glanced at the scowling Snape as I delightedly shut the door, dragging my equipment.







"So" Jay said after we put our things away.





"So" I echoed staring at Jay.





"Are you alright?" Jay asked, "What happened? Did you go to Dumbledore-" Jay closed his mouth when his eyes landed on my face.





"You don't have to tell me" Jay mumbled.





"Thanks" I said, "I think I'm going to skip the rest of the classes"





"What?!" Jay jumped, "You can't do that!"





"Got permission" I tiredly murmured.





Jay gaped at me, "Okay" hesitantly walked away.





I watched him go away, and I sighed. Why in the world did I have such a life?





I dragged myself to the Gryffindor common room. .......





Where I saw Fifth-years lazily hanging around, saying that they had a free- time.





Great, where could I avoid Harry?





I shrugged at my own question and trudged out through the Fat Lady's potrait.





"James are you okay!?" an alarmed shout rang through my head causing it to hurt.





Ginny.





"I'm fine Ginny, just scram" I tiredly walked away. Ginny grabbed my arm.





"What!" I practically shouted out of annoyance.





Ginny looking very preoccupied put her cold hand on my forehead. My knees began to buckle.





"James, a fever-Oh my-" Ginny's eyes grew rounder, trying to hold me up.





"Sorry" my voice slurred.





"You are sick James-"





"Sorry"





"I didn't mean by that-You're ill"





"Oh" I was confused





Ginny looked sort of cute, her eyes worried, her hands wringing.....Gosh I MUST not be feeling well.





"James?"





"What?" I yelled again, "I don't need your-"





"You stupid! You're like a hundred degrees above normal body temperature!" Ginny impatiently stomped her foot and looked at me, and then at- "Professor Lupin!"





Professor Lupin walked by, his cloak unusually neat. He had dark lines under his red-eyes.





"Miss Weasley?" Lupin suddenly stopped and looked at me.



"Mister Black, you've already came out of the office?"





My head spun, "Yeah"





Lupin looking concerned looked at Ginny.



"He's sick" Ginny sighed





I frowned, "I am not"





Lupin took a step forward and rested his extremely cold hands on my forehead.





I stepped backwards.





"Sorry" I muttered





"Come with me James" Lupin motioned and I followed, glaring at Ginny who still did not take off her fake concern.







"Where?"





Lupin stopped and looked at me, "James, here have a chocolate"





I took it obediently and chewed on it. My headache lessened. "Can I go now?"





"No, James you need to go to the hospital wing" Lupin started walking.





"I don't need to!" I loudly said. Lupin halted his face set and serious.





"James, it did not go well did it?" Lupin suddenly quietly said.







I stared at him.







"What?"





"I think you know"



My headache returned, "It went fine"





Lupin watched me, looking somewhat like a friend than a teacher.





"James"





"Yes?"





"Are you sure?"





"Of course, my dad's not that bad- Just got himself into a huge mess-what an idiot" I drunkenly said. My face magically was wet.





"James" Lupin's voice was faint., "James we.........."





The ringing in my ears was too much. My knees buckled. The ground rushed up to say hello.

























The End of Chapter 9



















Author's Note: Thank you ppl fer reviews. Ok coming up soon, Voldemort and more........Ten coming up















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