A/N: Ok, so the whole time thing has been done before. But I like the idea,
so I'm doing this story. Just try and stop me!! MUA HAHAHA!!! Anyway, this
is just an experiment. I don't know where it's going. These [ and ] mean
a thought.
Disclaimer: Blah Blah...don't own anything....blah blah....don't sue.....blah blah....have Felton if I could.....
*** Sirius Black snapped his book shut as he heard his stomach rumble. "Ugh." He said, getting off of the crimson couch he sat on.
"James, I'm going to the kitchens. You coming?"
The bespeckled boy looked up from his Quidditch book. "Nah. Bring me back something, will ya?"
"Didn't get much eating done, what with the food fight and all, didja Paddy?" Remus said, looking up from a game of Wizard's chess he was playing with Peter. He ducked as a pillow went flying towards his head.
"Har har. I'm off," he said, and exited through the portrait hole. Winking at the fat lady, he wandered off towards the kitchens.
As he walked, he felt a yawn coming on, most likely caused by the night before, which was a full moon. Closing his eyes and streching out his arms, his mouth opened wide. After he was done, he tried to wipe the sleep out that was quickly invading his eyes, to no avail.
He felt his eyes starting to close. [What are you doing, Black? You cannot fall asleep in the middle of the second floor corridor at 2:30 on Saturday.] He told himself.
Looking around, he noticed an empty room nearby. [Only for a minute. I'll just go rest my eyes.]
Slipping quietly into the room, he sat against the wall and closed his eyes. Within seconds, he had drifted off to sleep.
In this state, he was oblivious to the swirling room about him.
*** Sirius yawned as he opened his eyes. Glancing at his watch, he saw it read 6:30 PM. "Dammit," he said out loud. Getting up, he ran out the door and made his way back to the Gryffindor common room. Right before he said the password, 3 people stepped out.
"Give it a rest, Hermione. Harry was the youngest player in a century. He can control himself on a Thunderbolt," a red-haired boy was saying. A shorter brunette was listening to him, seemingly preparing to give a good reason why Harry shouldn't ride a Thunderbolt. A dark haired boy was following behind the two, nodding to what the redhead was saying.
"But what if he -" the girl stopped short as she saw Sirius standing in front of her. He looked familiar, but she couldn't place his face. "Uh, who are you?"
"I was about to ask the same thing. What year is this?" he asked.
"What year? Uh, 2003. Don't you know that already?"
Sirius' mouth dropped open as he heard her answer. (a/n: ok, so it should be like 1997, but this is MY story, not J.K.'s!) His mind contemplated a thousand reasons why he was there, but none made much sense.
"Well, I'm Hermione Granger. This is Ron Weasley," he waved, "And this is Harry Potter."
At hearing his best friend's name, he furrowed his brow. "So, who are you?" Ron asked.
"What? Oh, my name is Sirius....Sirius Felton. I just transferred here from Durmstrang. Could you show me to the headmaster's office? I suppose I'm a little lost." He extended his hand, which was shaken by the three 18 year olds.
"Sure. I'll show you the way. I'll meet you two in the Great Hall later, ok?" Harry said to his friends. Sirius nodded and they walked off towards Dumbledore's office.
"So...your name is Potter?" Sirius asked after walking in silence.
"Yep."
"What are your parent's names?" He asked, trying to confirm his suspicions.
"Were. They were James and Lily." Harry said, with a solemn expression. Sirius's breath caught in his throat. Cautiously he replied.
"W- What do you mean, were?"
"The were murdered by Voldemort when I was one." Harry said. Sirius stood rooted to the spot. If he hadn't grabbed onto a stone figure standing nearby, he would have collapsed onto the ground.
"Oh, god, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said his name. I know most people aren't used to hearing it."
"It- its ok." He finally recovered and started walking again, with Harry's help.
They reached Dumbledore's office and Harry turned toward the black hair boy. "This is it. Password is Fizzing Whizbees." Sirius smiled at Dumbledore's use of candy for a password.
The stone gargoyle started moving, and Harry waved. "See you around." He headed toward the Great Hall.
Sirius ran up the steps to the office. Bursting through the door, he found Dumbledore opening a Chocolate Frog, and laughing as he got his own card, which was waving furiously at his real self.
"Professor!!" Sirius exclaimed. The old man turned, and for once seemed utterly shocked at who stood before him.
"Sirius Black? What in the world-"
"I don't know what's happened, Professor. I was going towards the kitchens, and I was getting tired, so I went into a room, and I only meant to rest my eyes, but I guess I fell asleep, and when I woke up, I was in the future, and I met James and Lily's son, and Professor, how did I get here? Are they dead?" he said, all in one breath. The young man collapsed onto a chair, and put his head in his hands.
Dumbledore put down the card and sat forward. "Mr. Black, I honestly do not know how you got here. This school still holds some surprises."
"Are they dead? Is my best friend dead?" Sirius asked, choking back tears.
Sighing, the white-haired man answered. "Yes. They were murdered some years ago." As the young man dissolved into sobs, Dumbledore continued. "I think it would be best for me to fill you in on the past years."
While Sirius listened intently, Dumbledore told him of all the happening since his 7th year at Hogwarts.
"I'm a convict? And Peter- there's no way!" he said, once the story was finished.
"I'm afraid so, Sirius. Now, did you tell the three your real name?"
"No. I said I was Sirius Felton, and that I had transferred from Durmstrang."
"That was good. We don't want them suspecting. You'll have to take classes here until we can find away to get you back."
"Aww, man! I go forward in time and I still have to take class?" Sirius said, resuming his old personality. "Tell me, is Binns still the History of Magic teacher?"
Dumbledore laughed. "Yes, he is." Then his hand slapped his own forehead. "And the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is Remus Lupin." Lupin had been re-enstated the year before, after a cure for lycantropy had been found.
Sirius' jaw plummeted. "WHAT? Old Moony is a professor? Well, I have to see him!"
"And Severus Snape is the Potions master." Sirius snorted.
"That prat? How did he ever get to be a professor?"
"Please restrain yourself, Sirius. I'm going to call Lupin here right now, but I'll tell the rest of the teachers later." Dumbledore threw power into the fire in his office. "Lupin, would you be so kind as to come and see me? I have someone here you might want to see." Lupin's smiling face nodded from the fire.
Within a minute, a much healthier looking Remus Lupin stepped into the headmaster's office. "You wanted to see me, Al-" he stopped dead upon seeing Sirius' smiling face. "Padfoot? What are you doing here? You're supposed to be hiding out in the Tropics! And why do you look like a 17 year old?"
"Because I am 17. It's great to see you, Moony." Sirius grabbed his friend in an embrace, which was returned after a moment of shock.
"Could someone explain what is going on, please?"
"Of course, Remus. Sirius, why not go down to the Great Hall and have some lunch? Sit with the Gryffindors. Tell them I sorted you up here. We'll get you a bed and some clothes for tonight, then you can go shopping in Hogsmeade tomorrow."
Sirius provided a small salute and headed off towards the Great Hall. Lupin gave Dumbledore a very, very confused look.
"You might want to sit down, Remus."
*** As Sirius entered the Great Hall, he felt almost every eye in the place upon him. And he was loving it. He strutted across the Hall, winking at a few of the girls he passed by, immediately causing them to giggle. He sat down next to Hermione, swinging his legs over the bench.
"Hi all. I've been sorted into Gryffindor, so I'm sticking with you all."
Ron and Harry smiled. "Wicked. So, Sirius, why did you switch to Hogwarts?"
He hadn't thought about this before, but quickly came up with an answer. "Too much dark magic there. Mum didn't want me practicing the Unforgivable Curses, you know." He had no idea if they did this at Durmstrang, but he had always heard that.
"Plus, Dad likes Dumbledore. They knew each other from way back."
"Why don't you tell us about yourself, Sirius?" Hermione said, taking a bite of potatoes. He smirked at her pretty face, then continued talking.
"Me? I'm a pretty good guy, I guess. My friends and I liked to mess around a lot, though. Play pranks and such."
Ron laughed. "Sounds like my brothers."
"Or Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs." Harry added.
"Who are they?" The black haired kid asked, feigning curiousity. In truth, he didn't want to be reminded of his friends, so he didn't have a break down.
"They're the makers of a Map I have. And we know who they are."
"Y - you do?"
"Yep. Moony is Professor Lupin, Wormtail is a rat who works for you-know- who,"
"Who almost killed Harry," Ron added.
"Padfoot is Sirius Black." At Sirius' expression, which he obviously misinterpreted, he added, "It's not what you think. He's innocent. And he's my godfather. And Prongs, well, that was my dad. Don't tell anyone, though."
Sirius nodded. As he did, a certain blond haried prat came over to the Gryffindor table. "You really shouldn't hang out with these people," he said, tapping Sirius on the shoulder. He stood up and faced the tall boy.
"Is that so? What's your name, hot shot?"
"Bugger off, ferretboy."
Malfoy shot a death stare at Hermione, but didn't respond to her comment. "Malfoy. Draco Malfoy." He extended his hand. But instead of shaking at, Sirius burst out laughing, clutching his stomach.
"M- Malfoy? Are you serious? No, wait, that's me!" The four Gryffindors howled with laughter. The entire Hall was silent, staring at them. Malfoy looked disgusted.
"Think my name's funny, huh? Let's see what you think of this!" Malfoy whipped out his wand and aimed it at the laughing boy's chest.
Before he could hex him, however, Sirius had his wand out, pointed at Malfoy's head. "I wouldn't try it, if I were you."
"That's why you aren't me." Malfoy began to curse Sirius, but after having many years of practice with them, Padfoot was quicker. He ducked out of the way, causing Malfoy's spell to hit the back wall and blow a small hole in it.
Sirius popped his head back up, smiled, and said, "Orchideous!" A bouquet of orchids spurted out of his wand. He took them in his hands, and presented to a stunned Malfoy. "For you, malady." He bowed deepily, then batted his eyelashes. The enraged blond stormed out, face red from the people laughing at him.
Hermione, Harry, and especially Ron were cackling the loudest. Sirius sat down, quick pleased with himself. [I think I'll like it in the future.]
As the three students finished laughing, Ron extended his hand to Sirius. "Well done, old chap, well done." Sirius shook it, then began on his food.
*** A/N: Well, that was fun. I just love writing for Black!
Disclaimer: Blah Blah...don't own anything....blah blah....don't sue.....blah blah....have Felton if I could.....
*** Sirius Black snapped his book shut as he heard his stomach rumble. "Ugh." He said, getting off of the crimson couch he sat on.
"James, I'm going to the kitchens. You coming?"
The bespeckled boy looked up from his Quidditch book. "Nah. Bring me back something, will ya?"
"Didn't get much eating done, what with the food fight and all, didja Paddy?" Remus said, looking up from a game of Wizard's chess he was playing with Peter. He ducked as a pillow went flying towards his head.
"Har har. I'm off," he said, and exited through the portrait hole. Winking at the fat lady, he wandered off towards the kitchens.
As he walked, he felt a yawn coming on, most likely caused by the night before, which was a full moon. Closing his eyes and streching out his arms, his mouth opened wide. After he was done, he tried to wipe the sleep out that was quickly invading his eyes, to no avail.
He felt his eyes starting to close. [What are you doing, Black? You cannot fall asleep in the middle of the second floor corridor at 2:30 on Saturday.] He told himself.
Looking around, he noticed an empty room nearby. [Only for a minute. I'll just go rest my eyes.]
Slipping quietly into the room, he sat against the wall and closed his eyes. Within seconds, he had drifted off to sleep.
In this state, he was oblivious to the swirling room about him.
*** Sirius yawned as he opened his eyes. Glancing at his watch, he saw it read 6:30 PM. "Dammit," he said out loud. Getting up, he ran out the door and made his way back to the Gryffindor common room. Right before he said the password, 3 people stepped out.
"Give it a rest, Hermione. Harry was the youngest player in a century. He can control himself on a Thunderbolt," a red-haired boy was saying. A shorter brunette was listening to him, seemingly preparing to give a good reason why Harry shouldn't ride a Thunderbolt. A dark haired boy was following behind the two, nodding to what the redhead was saying.
"But what if he -" the girl stopped short as she saw Sirius standing in front of her. He looked familiar, but she couldn't place his face. "Uh, who are you?"
"I was about to ask the same thing. What year is this?" he asked.
"What year? Uh, 2003. Don't you know that already?"
Sirius' mouth dropped open as he heard her answer. (a/n: ok, so it should be like 1997, but this is MY story, not J.K.'s!) His mind contemplated a thousand reasons why he was there, but none made much sense.
"Well, I'm Hermione Granger. This is Ron Weasley," he waved, "And this is Harry Potter."
At hearing his best friend's name, he furrowed his brow. "So, who are you?" Ron asked.
"What? Oh, my name is Sirius....Sirius Felton. I just transferred here from Durmstrang. Could you show me to the headmaster's office? I suppose I'm a little lost." He extended his hand, which was shaken by the three 18 year olds.
"Sure. I'll show you the way. I'll meet you two in the Great Hall later, ok?" Harry said to his friends. Sirius nodded and they walked off towards Dumbledore's office.
"So...your name is Potter?" Sirius asked after walking in silence.
"Yep."
"What are your parent's names?" He asked, trying to confirm his suspicions.
"Were. They were James and Lily." Harry said, with a solemn expression. Sirius's breath caught in his throat. Cautiously he replied.
"W- What do you mean, were?"
"The were murdered by Voldemort when I was one." Harry said. Sirius stood rooted to the spot. If he hadn't grabbed onto a stone figure standing nearby, he would have collapsed onto the ground.
"Oh, god, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said his name. I know most people aren't used to hearing it."
"It- its ok." He finally recovered and started walking again, with Harry's help.
They reached Dumbledore's office and Harry turned toward the black hair boy. "This is it. Password is Fizzing Whizbees." Sirius smiled at Dumbledore's use of candy for a password.
The stone gargoyle started moving, and Harry waved. "See you around." He headed toward the Great Hall.
Sirius ran up the steps to the office. Bursting through the door, he found Dumbledore opening a Chocolate Frog, and laughing as he got his own card, which was waving furiously at his real self.
"Professor!!" Sirius exclaimed. The old man turned, and for once seemed utterly shocked at who stood before him.
"Sirius Black? What in the world-"
"I don't know what's happened, Professor. I was going towards the kitchens, and I was getting tired, so I went into a room, and I only meant to rest my eyes, but I guess I fell asleep, and when I woke up, I was in the future, and I met James and Lily's son, and Professor, how did I get here? Are they dead?" he said, all in one breath. The young man collapsed onto a chair, and put his head in his hands.
Dumbledore put down the card and sat forward. "Mr. Black, I honestly do not know how you got here. This school still holds some surprises."
"Are they dead? Is my best friend dead?" Sirius asked, choking back tears.
Sighing, the white-haired man answered. "Yes. They were murdered some years ago." As the young man dissolved into sobs, Dumbledore continued. "I think it would be best for me to fill you in on the past years."
While Sirius listened intently, Dumbledore told him of all the happening since his 7th year at Hogwarts.
"I'm a convict? And Peter- there's no way!" he said, once the story was finished.
"I'm afraid so, Sirius. Now, did you tell the three your real name?"
"No. I said I was Sirius Felton, and that I had transferred from Durmstrang."
"That was good. We don't want them suspecting. You'll have to take classes here until we can find away to get you back."
"Aww, man! I go forward in time and I still have to take class?" Sirius said, resuming his old personality. "Tell me, is Binns still the History of Magic teacher?"
Dumbledore laughed. "Yes, he is." Then his hand slapped his own forehead. "And the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher is Remus Lupin." Lupin had been re-enstated the year before, after a cure for lycantropy had been found.
Sirius' jaw plummeted. "WHAT? Old Moony is a professor? Well, I have to see him!"
"And Severus Snape is the Potions master." Sirius snorted.
"That prat? How did he ever get to be a professor?"
"Please restrain yourself, Sirius. I'm going to call Lupin here right now, but I'll tell the rest of the teachers later." Dumbledore threw power into the fire in his office. "Lupin, would you be so kind as to come and see me? I have someone here you might want to see." Lupin's smiling face nodded from the fire.
Within a minute, a much healthier looking Remus Lupin stepped into the headmaster's office. "You wanted to see me, Al-" he stopped dead upon seeing Sirius' smiling face. "Padfoot? What are you doing here? You're supposed to be hiding out in the Tropics! And why do you look like a 17 year old?"
"Because I am 17. It's great to see you, Moony." Sirius grabbed his friend in an embrace, which was returned after a moment of shock.
"Could someone explain what is going on, please?"
"Of course, Remus. Sirius, why not go down to the Great Hall and have some lunch? Sit with the Gryffindors. Tell them I sorted you up here. We'll get you a bed and some clothes for tonight, then you can go shopping in Hogsmeade tomorrow."
Sirius provided a small salute and headed off towards the Great Hall. Lupin gave Dumbledore a very, very confused look.
"You might want to sit down, Remus."
*** As Sirius entered the Great Hall, he felt almost every eye in the place upon him. And he was loving it. He strutted across the Hall, winking at a few of the girls he passed by, immediately causing them to giggle. He sat down next to Hermione, swinging his legs over the bench.
"Hi all. I've been sorted into Gryffindor, so I'm sticking with you all."
Ron and Harry smiled. "Wicked. So, Sirius, why did you switch to Hogwarts?"
He hadn't thought about this before, but quickly came up with an answer. "Too much dark magic there. Mum didn't want me practicing the Unforgivable Curses, you know." He had no idea if they did this at Durmstrang, but he had always heard that.
"Plus, Dad likes Dumbledore. They knew each other from way back."
"Why don't you tell us about yourself, Sirius?" Hermione said, taking a bite of potatoes. He smirked at her pretty face, then continued talking.
"Me? I'm a pretty good guy, I guess. My friends and I liked to mess around a lot, though. Play pranks and such."
Ron laughed. "Sounds like my brothers."
"Or Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs." Harry added.
"Who are they?" The black haired kid asked, feigning curiousity. In truth, he didn't want to be reminded of his friends, so he didn't have a break down.
"They're the makers of a Map I have. And we know who they are."
"Y - you do?"
"Yep. Moony is Professor Lupin, Wormtail is a rat who works for you-know- who,"
"Who almost killed Harry," Ron added.
"Padfoot is Sirius Black." At Sirius' expression, which he obviously misinterpreted, he added, "It's not what you think. He's innocent. And he's my godfather. And Prongs, well, that was my dad. Don't tell anyone, though."
Sirius nodded. As he did, a certain blond haried prat came over to the Gryffindor table. "You really shouldn't hang out with these people," he said, tapping Sirius on the shoulder. He stood up and faced the tall boy.
"Is that so? What's your name, hot shot?"
"Bugger off, ferretboy."
Malfoy shot a death stare at Hermione, but didn't respond to her comment. "Malfoy. Draco Malfoy." He extended his hand. But instead of shaking at, Sirius burst out laughing, clutching his stomach.
"M- Malfoy? Are you serious? No, wait, that's me!" The four Gryffindors howled with laughter. The entire Hall was silent, staring at them. Malfoy looked disgusted.
"Think my name's funny, huh? Let's see what you think of this!" Malfoy whipped out his wand and aimed it at the laughing boy's chest.
Before he could hex him, however, Sirius had his wand out, pointed at Malfoy's head. "I wouldn't try it, if I were you."
"That's why you aren't me." Malfoy began to curse Sirius, but after having many years of practice with them, Padfoot was quicker. He ducked out of the way, causing Malfoy's spell to hit the back wall and blow a small hole in it.
Sirius popped his head back up, smiled, and said, "Orchideous!" A bouquet of orchids spurted out of his wand. He took them in his hands, and presented to a stunned Malfoy. "For you, malady." He bowed deepily, then batted his eyelashes. The enraged blond stormed out, face red from the people laughing at him.
Hermione, Harry, and especially Ron were cackling the loudest. Sirius sat down, quick pleased with himself. [I think I'll like it in the future.]
As the three students finished laughing, Ron extended his hand to Sirius. "Well done, old chap, well done." Sirius shook it, then began on his food.
*** A/N: Well, that was fun. I just love writing for Black!
