A/N: I'm sorry it's been so long since I've updated, but I've stuck in a
bit of a rut. But I really wanna get this up before the Order of the
Phoenix comes out, because I have a feeling it will change everything. I've
been getting a lot of reviews, and it seems as though you like my story. So
thank you sooo much to everyone who has reviewed for me.
A special note to Sothis Star- Thanks for your nit-picking. Seriously, it helps me become a better writer. And thanks for not flaming, because I don't like those. Your comments are quite helpful, and I will try and listen to them some more to improve. So please, if you feel the need, nit- pick! And I just realized- the Mione thing is stupid. Because I keep thinking her name is pronounced her-moyn, instead of her-my-oh-nee. So I'll stop doing that.
I was thinking today(a rare occasion, I might add), and I was wondering who would play Sirius Black in the movies. I was thinking at first that I really wanna see who. But then I realized I don't. Because I like my picture of him in my head, and what if MY Sirius Black looks nothing like theirs? Then I would be all messed up. ANYWAY, that was pointless, sorry. Here's the story, probably the last chapter. Maybe not.
OH YEAH! I fergot. I've decided about Voldemort and why he hasn't appeared yet. Now if this doesn't make sense, tell me. But I'm thinking he was defeated, say in 5th year. But Wormtail was killed as well. Before they were able to prove Sirius innocent. (Let's say his body was destroyed or something). So Sirius is still on the run. For a way for him to be freed, using this scenario, check out my story "The Long Awaited Trial" Enough of my shameless plugging, onto the story.
***
Dear Harry,
So what's this I hear about a new student, huh? And why is it Hermione that told me, not you? She says he's a good looking guy, and quite the charmer. Sounds a quite a bit like myself!! Just be a bit more careful around him, you hear? What are you thinking, taking out your invisibility cloak around him?! He's from Durmstrang, Harry. That place actively teaches dark magic. I know- there were a ton of people from Durmstrang that turned out to be Death Eaters.
On a more positive note- Buckbeak and I are doing pretty well, considering our conditions. How 'bout we meet sometime soon? Not in Hogsmeade, I'm nowhere near there. But I could sneak into a house and use some Floo power....I'm sure Dumbledore will let me use his fire to get back.
Any plans on how to prove me innocent, taking into consideration that the rat was blown to smithereens? I hope you can figure something out, because I'm at a loss.
Write soon, Sirius
***
Harry was ecstatic to hear that he could see is godfather soon. He scribbled a message to him as fast as he could.
***
Dear Sirius,
It's great to hear from you. And I had a good Christmas, thanks for asking. Did you get my present? Don't worry about the new guy; I trust him. There's just something about him....I don't know. He's quite the mischief maker, let me tell you.
There's a reason why Hermione told you about him before I could- she fancies him. They're cuddling on the couch as we speak(or write). Quite sickening, if you ask me. They're all lovey-dovey. Oh, wait- he just started tickling her. Never mind.
It'd be great to see you again! How about midnight on Friday? Two days ought to be enough time to find a decent house to break into. We'll make sure the common room is deserted, and I'll talk to Dumbledore about using his fireplace. I'm sure he'll be fine with it.
Your favorite (ok, only) godson, Harry
***
Harry attached the letter to the owl who was waiting patiently. It hooted loudly as Harry tied the string, probably a bit tighter than he needed to.
After a while, when the common room started clearing out, Harry called his two best friends over.
"Sirius wrote me!" He said, barely holding in his excitement.
"Really? Is he coming here? Do we get to see him?" Ron asked, eyes lighting up. He wanted to talk to the older man about some of Fred and George's new ideas. Harry nodded.
"Friday night, at midnight. Hermione, that means you have to get your boyfriend to leave your side. Do you think you can do that?" He ducked a well-aimed fist shooting toward his head.
"Har Har. Yes, I'll get him to go to bed. Of course, he's in your dormitory, not mine."
They laughed. "Good. Speaking of him, where is he?" Harry looked around the common room.
Ron snickered. "He went to have a meeting with our good friend Malfoy."
"What? What could possibly make him want to talk to Malfoy?" Harry asked, surprised.
"You remember that time in charms when we were doing switching spells, and Malfoy said there was no way in hell he would switch with Sirius's hair?" They nodded. "He said he needed to have a little 'chat' about it with Malfoy."
"Uh oh."
***
SOMEWHERE NEAR THE SLYTHERIN COMMON ROOM
"What do you want, Felton?" Malfoy sneered as he saw the man walking briskly toward him. Crabbe and Goyle were standing behind, in their normal bodyguard stance. They weren't really necessary anymore, though. Malfoy was tall and strong from Quidditch. Plus, if anyone hurt him, the hoards of girls that lusted after him would tear the perpetrator's eyes out.
Sirius smiled his thousand-watt smile and waved coyly. That made Malfoy glare even more, but Sirius wasn't worried.
"Why hello Draco! Fancy seeing you here," Sirius winked.
"I'll only ask once more. What do you want?"
Sirius shrugged. "Nothing. Just taking a stroll." Malfoy rolled his eyes and turned around. Crabbe and Goyle followed him away, leaving Sirius standing there.
When they were far enough away, he took out his wand. "Colorare subito." Within seconds, Malfoy's hair started changing colors. First it slowly turned a sickening shade of green. But soon after, its started flashing all collors of the rainbow. He could see the three Slytherins down the hall, trying to figure out what was happening.
As they turned around to see Sirius with the biggest grin on his face anyone had ever seen, Malfoy turned red and started charging. His hair was now a rather nice fuchsia, so Sirius pointed his wand and said "Finis." The colors stopped changing, and the formerly platinum-haired boy now had a very unnatural hue.
"Love the hair, Malfoy!!" Before he could be hexed to high-heaven, Sirius turned and ran.
When he entered the common room out of breath, he sunk to the floor and started laughing, puzzling the entire common room. After he was done, Harry, Ron, and Hermione came over to join them.
"I'm afraid to ask," Hermione shook her head. Not that he was going to wake for someone to ask. Sirius shot into an account of exactly what he had done to Malfoy.
The four dissolved into peals of laughter.
***
Midnight on Friday approached quickly. The boys went up to bed, and once they were sure that Sirius was asleep, they snuck downstairs. Hermione was waiting, curled up in a big red armchair.
"Finally! I was wondering if you were going to come," she looked up from her book. The boys shrugged and sat down. A few minutes later, there was a pop! from the fireplace and the tall figure of Sirius Black stepped out.
After the proper salutations and hugs had been exchanged, Sirius spoke up. "So, what's happening with you all? I'm desperate to hear what's going on in civilization."
Harry smiled, then launched into an explanation of what had been going on.
"Don't forget what Sirius did on Wednesday," Ron added. "He changed Draco's hair to a lovely shade of fuchsia." Sirius smiled.
"This boy sounds quick a bit like me, in my hay-days at Hogwarts." Sirius got a misty look in his eyes. "In fact, I remember giving Lucius Malfoy a nice chartreuse color. He was rather upset about it."
Hermione cut in. "You know, he does seem a lot like you. He looks quite a lot like you." The three guys snickered. "What?"
"Well, Hermione, you've said on quite a few occasions that you think Sirius Felton looks like, and I quote, 'a Muggle movie star.' " Ron said, still laughing. Sirius had a smirk on his face, and Harry looked like he was either going to start laughing out loud, or if he was going to barf because Hermione practically said his godfather was hot.
"Oh, give me a break. I'm serious. You have the same smile, the same eyes, the same laugh..." She trailed off, and her eyes got very wide. "Oh my god."
"Uh, what is it, Hermione?" Harry asked, puzzled. Then he put it all together. "Oh my god."
"Oh my god." Ron had figured it out as well. Only Sirius was left clueless.
"Excuse me? What is going on?" he waved his hand in front of Harry's face. As he did, Hermione rushed up to the boy's dormitories. She returned a few seconds later, dragging a very sleepy and confused Sirius "Felton" down with her.
The older Sirius' eyes got very wide as he saw the young man standing there yawning. "Oh my god."
"What is going on, Hermione? Why did you-" young Sirius stopped talking as he saw the man sitting on the couch down below. "Oh my god."
"What the hell is going on?" the older Sirius asked. He moved closer to his younger self, examining him. He turned back to Ron and Harry. "Well?"
"Sirius, why don't you explain? I'm still kind of confused." Hermione let go of his hand and sat on the couch. Young Sirius sat down and put his head in his hands.
"Ok, here's how it goes." The young man began to tell exactly what had happened, as far as he knew. "Dumbledore still hasn't figured out how I got back here, but he's trying to figure out how to get me back."
"Why in Merlin's name don't I remember doing this?" Older Sirius asked.
"Dumbledore probably did a memory charm on you," Hermione offered. The group sat there in silence, until Ron spoke up.
"Wait a minute- if young Sirius here is Hermione's boyfriend, that means that you," he pointed to the older Sirius, "have dated Hermione. Sort of." Hermione and older Sirius exchanged a glance, then scooted away from each other.
Harry had a very strange look on his face. He seemed like he actually was going to throw up. He was able to hold himself back, however. "Ok, I don't want to think about that ever again. So the question is, what do we do know?"
The silence returned. "Should we tell Dumbledore that we know?" that brought a few murmurs, and then a solid 'no' from the younger Sirius.
"Well, what do we do then? What about all the teachers?"
"It's highly likely that the teachers know already. They would have recognized him," older Sirius said.
"Yeah, they do. Remus is always trying hard not to call me Padfoot, and Snape is taking great joy in torturing me," young Sirius sighed.
Hermione snickered. "So that's why he glares death at you every meal."
"I still can't figure out how that slimy git every became a teacher, and I'm a convict on the run." Young Sirius laughed.
"Yeah, I'm still trying to comprehend that," Older Sirius said.
"What happened, exactly?" With that, older Sirius launched into a more in- depth explanation of what had happened since his 7th year. Dumbledore had given an abbreviated version. When he finished, there was a very empty silence.
"I still can't believe Peter did that."
"I couldn't either."
"Well, now that we're all caught up, can we figure out what to do?" Hermione spoke up.
"I say we don't tell anyone. Siriusly." The two people (ok, the two versions of the same person) looked at each other and started laughing. Apparently they really were the same person, if they both laughed at the same corny joke.
Once they had recovered, Ron looked at the clock hanging on the wall. "Whoa. It's almost 3 AM. You should get going, Sirius."
"Yeah, you're right. Harry, Dumbledore said I could use his office?" The boy nodded. "Good. I'll be off then." He transformed into Snuffles and gave a big doggy smile. He walked out of the common room and headed towards the headmaster's office.
He couldn't stand it any longer. Young Sirius changed into his dog form. After bounding around the common room for a minute or two, he changed back. "I've been want to do that forever."
The other three smiled, and they headed up to bed.
***
Three days later, during Potions, Sirius was called for. "The headmaster requests that Sirius Felton come to his office," a messenger said, much to the annoyance of Snape.
"Well, Mr. Felton is in my class right now. Tell the headmaster that he will be down after class ends."
"Professor Dumbledore said you can take it up with him, but he needs Felton now." Sirius smiled up at the highly volatile looking Snape. Sirius waved to Harry, Ron, and Hermione, then walked out of the room.
Not before dropping one of Fillibusters No Heat Fireworks that he had picked up at Zonko's into Malfoy's cauldron, of course. As he turned a corner, he heard the explosion, and smiled. "I love Zonko's."
When he got to Dumbledore's office, he found the headmaster talking to Fawkes quietly.
"You called for me, Professor?"
"Yes, yes. Please sit." Sirius did, and Dumbledore followed suit. "We have figured out a way to get you back home. There is a potion to be made. It takes a week to be finished. Then you can go home."
"Really, professor?"
"Yes, really. I trust that no one knows who you are?" The guilty look
on Sirius's face told
him otherwise. "So Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, and Ms. Granger know?
Alright. Truthfully, I would have expected them to put it together sooner. What made them finally realize who you were?"
"The older Sirius Black, sir. He came on Friday, and they worked it out then."
"Ah. The older Mr. Black knows as well?" Sirius nodded. "You're sure they are the only ones?"
"Yes. I know they wouldn't tell."
"Alright Mr. Black. In a week, you should be home."
***
Ok, here it is......there should only be one more chapter. I might add an epilogue, but if I do, don't expect it anytime soon. I'm leaving for Chicago early Saturday morning, and considering its almost 2:00 on Friday, it will be a while. But as I said, I really want to get this up before OotP, because I hear someone dies that is close to Harry and I hope its not Sirius. If you could do me a favor- R&R, of course, but when you do, don't say anything about OotP? Please? Because it might be a while before I read it, and I don't want to be spoiled. Thank you. :-)
A special note to Sothis Star- Thanks for your nit-picking. Seriously, it helps me become a better writer. And thanks for not flaming, because I don't like those. Your comments are quite helpful, and I will try and listen to them some more to improve. So please, if you feel the need, nit- pick! And I just realized- the Mione thing is stupid. Because I keep thinking her name is pronounced her-moyn, instead of her-my-oh-nee. So I'll stop doing that.
I was thinking today(a rare occasion, I might add), and I was wondering who would play Sirius Black in the movies. I was thinking at first that I really wanna see who. But then I realized I don't. Because I like my picture of him in my head, and what if MY Sirius Black looks nothing like theirs? Then I would be all messed up. ANYWAY, that was pointless, sorry. Here's the story, probably the last chapter. Maybe not.
OH YEAH! I fergot. I've decided about Voldemort and why he hasn't appeared yet. Now if this doesn't make sense, tell me. But I'm thinking he was defeated, say in 5th year. But Wormtail was killed as well. Before they were able to prove Sirius innocent. (Let's say his body was destroyed or something). So Sirius is still on the run. For a way for him to be freed, using this scenario, check out my story "The Long Awaited Trial" Enough of my shameless plugging, onto the story.
***
Dear Harry,
So what's this I hear about a new student, huh? And why is it Hermione that told me, not you? She says he's a good looking guy, and quite the charmer. Sounds a quite a bit like myself!! Just be a bit more careful around him, you hear? What are you thinking, taking out your invisibility cloak around him?! He's from Durmstrang, Harry. That place actively teaches dark magic. I know- there were a ton of people from Durmstrang that turned out to be Death Eaters.
On a more positive note- Buckbeak and I are doing pretty well, considering our conditions. How 'bout we meet sometime soon? Not in Hogsmeade, I'm nowhere near there. But I could sneak into a house and use some Floo power....I'm sure Dumbledore will let me use his fire to get back.
Any plans on how to prove me innocent, taking into consideration that the rat was blown to smithereens? I hope you can figure something out, because I'm at a loss.
Write soon, Sirius
***
Harry was ecstatic to hear that he could see is godfather soon. He scribbled a message to him as fast as he could.
***
Dear Sirius,
It's great to hear from you. And I had a good Christmas, thanks for asking. Did you get my present? Don't worry about the new guy; I trust him. There's just something about him....I don't know. He's quite the mischief maker, let me tell you.
There's a reason why Hermione told you about him before I could- she fancies him. They're cuddling on the couch as we speak(or write). Quite sickening, if you ask me. They're all lovey-dovey. Oh, wait- he just started tickling her. Never mind.
It'd be great to see you again! How about midnight on Friday? Two days ought to be enough time to find a decent house to break into. We'll make sure the common room is deserted, and I'll talk to Dumbledore about using his fireplace. I'm sure he'll be fine with it.
Your favorite (ok, only) godson, Harry
***
Harry attached the letter to the owl who was waiting patiently. It hooted loudly as Harry tied the string, probably a bit tighter than he needed to.
After a while, when the common room started clearing out, Harry called his two best friends over.
"Sirius wrote me!" He said, barely holding in his excitement.
"Really? Is he coming here? Do we get to see him?" Ron asked, eyes lighting up. He wanted to talk to the older man about some of Fred and George's new ideas. Harry nodded.
"Friday night, at midnight. Hermione, that means you have to get your boyfriend to leave your side. Do you think you can do that?" He ducked a well-aimed fist shooting toward his head.
"Har Har. Yes, I'll get him to go to bed. Of course, he's in your dormitory, not mine."
They laughed. "Good. Speaking of him, where is he?" Harry looked around the common room.
Ron snickered. "He went to have a meeting with our good friend Malfoy."
"What? What could possibly make him want to talk to Malfoy?" Harry asked, surprised.
"You remember that time in charms when we were doing switching spells, and Malfoy said there was no way in hell he would switch with Sirius's hair?" They nodded. "He said he needed to have a little 'chat' about it with Malfoy."
"Uh oh."
***
SOMEWHERE NEAR THE SLYTHERIN COMMON ROOM
"What do you want, Felton?" Malfoy sneered as he saw the man walking briskly toward him. Crabbe and Goyle were standing behind, in their normal bodyguard stance. They weren't really necessary anymore, though. Malfoy was tall and strong from Quidditch. Plus, if anyone hurt him, the hoards of girls that lusted after him would tear the perpetrator's eyes out.
Sirius smiled his thousand-watt smile and waved coyly. That made Malfoy glare even more, but Sirius wasn't worried.
"Why hello Draco! Fancy seeing you here," Sirius winked.
"I'll only ask once more. What do you want?"
Sirius shrugged. "Nothing. Just taking a stroll." Malfoy rolled his eyes and turned around. Crabbe and Goyle followed him away, leaving Sirius standing there.
When they were far enough away, he took out his wand. "Colorare subito." Within seconds, Malfoy's hair started changing colors. First it slowly turned a sickening shade of green. But soon after, its started flashing all collors of the rainbow. He could see the three Slytherins down the hall, trying to figure out what was happening.
As they turned around to see Sirius with the biggest grin on his face anyone had ever seen, Malfoy turned red and started charging. His hair was now a rather nice fuchsia, so Sirius pointed his wand and said "Finis." The colors stopped changing, and the formerly platinum-haired boy now had a very unnatural hue.
"Love the hair, Malfoy!!" Before he could be hexed to high-heaven, Sirius turned and ran.
When he entered the common room out of breath, he sunk to the floor and started laughing, puzzling the entire common room. After he was done, Harry, Ron, and Hermione came over to join them.
"I'm afraid to ask," Hermione shook her head. Not that he was going to wake for someone to ask. Sirius shot into an account of exactly what he had done to Malfoy.
The four dissolved into peals of laughter.
***
Midnight on Friday approached quickly. The boys went up to bed, and once they were sure that Sirius was asleep, they snuck downstairs. Hermione was waiting, curled up in a big red armchair.
"Finally! I was wondering if you were going to come," she looked up from her book. The boys shrugged and sat down. A few minutes later, there was a pop! from the fireplace and the tall figure of Sirius Black stepped out.
After the proper salutations and hugs had been exchanged, Sirius spoke up. "So, what's happening with you all? I'm desperate to hear what's going on in civilization."
Harry smiled, then launched into an explanation of what had been going on.
"Don't forget what Sirius did on Wednesday," Ron added. "He changed Draco's hair to a lovely shade of fuchsia." Sirius smiled.
"This boy sounds quick a bit like me, in my hay-days at Hogwarts." Sirius got a misty look in his eyes. "In fact, I remember giving Lucius Malfoy a nice chartreuse color. He was rather upset about it."
Hermione cut in. "You know, he does seem a lot like you. He looks quite a lot like you." The three guys snickered. "What?"
"Well, Hermione, you've said on quite a few occasions that you think Sirius Felton looks like, and I quote, 'a Muggle movie star.' " Ron said, still laughing. Sirius had a smirk on his face, and Harry looked like he was either going to start laughing out loud, or if he was going to barf because Hermione practically said his godfather was hot.
"Oh, give me a break. I'm serious. You have the same smile, the same eyes, the same laugh..." She trailed off, and her eyes got very wide. "Oh my god."
"Uh, what is it, Hermione?" Harry asked, puzzled. Then he put it all together. "Oh my god."
"Oh my god." Ron had figured it out as well. Only Sirius was left clueless.
"Excuse me? What is going on?" he waved his hand in front of Harry's face. As he did, Hermione rushed up to the boy's dormitories. She returned a few seconds later, dragging a very sleepy and confused Sirius "Felton" down with her.
The older Sirius' eyes got very wide as he saw the young man standing there yawning. "Oh my god."
"What is going on, Hermione? Why did you-" young Sirius stopped talking as he saw the man sitting on the couch down below. "Oh my god."
"What the hell is going on?" the older Sirius asked. He moved closer to his younger self, examining him. He turned back to Ron and Harry. "Well?"
"Sirius, why don't you explain? I'm still kind of confused." Hermione let go of his hand and sat on the couch. Young Sirius sat down and put his head in his hands.
"Ok, here's how it goes." The young man began to tell exactly what had happened, as far as he knew. "Dumbledore still hasn't figured out how I got back here, but he's trying to figure out how to get me back."
"Why in Merlin's name don't I remember doing this?" Older Sirius asked.
"Dumbledore probably did a memory charm on you," Hermione offered. The group sat there in silence, until Ron spoke up.
"Wait a minute- if young Sirius here is Hermione's boyfriend, that means that you," he pointed to the older Sirius, "have dated Hermione. Sort of." Hermione and older Sirius exchanged a glance, then scooted away from each other.
Harry had a very strange look on his face. He seemed like he actually was going to throw up. He was able to hold himself back, however. "Ok, I don't want to think about that ever again. So the question is, what do we do know?"
The silence returned. "Should we tell Dumbledore that we know?" that brought a few murmurs, and then a solid 'no' from the younger Sirius.
"Well, what do we do then? What about all the teachers?"
"It's highly likely that the teachers know already. They would have recognized him," older Sirius said.
"Yeah, they do. Remus is always trying hard not to call me Padfoot, and Snape is taking great joy in torturing me," young Sirius sighed.
Hermione snickered. "So that's why he glares death at you every meal."
"I still can't figure out how that slimy git every became a teacher, and I'm a convict on the run." Young Sirius laughed.
"Yeah, I'm still trying to comprehend that," Older Sirius said.
"What happened, exactly?" With that, older Sirius launched into a more in- depth explanation of what had happened since his 7th year. Dumbledore had given an abbreviated version. When he finished, there was a very empty silence.
"I still can't believe Peter did that."
"I couldn't either."
"Well, now that we're all caught up, can we figure out what to do?" Hermione spoke up.
"I say we don't tell anyone. Siriusly." The two people (ok, the two versions of the same person) looked at each other and started laughing. Apparently they really were the same person, if they both laughed at the same corny joke.
Once they had recovered, Ron looked at the clock hanging on the wall. "Whoa. It's almost 3 AM. You should get going, Sirius."
"Yeah, you're right. Harry, Dumbledore said I could use his office?" The boy nodded. "Good. I'll be off then." He transformed into Snuffles and gave a big doggy smile. He walked out of the common room and headed towards the headmaster's office.
He couldn't stand it any longer. Young Sirius changed into his dog form. After bounding around the common room for a minute or two, he changed back. "I've been want to do that forever."
The other three smiled, and they headed up to bed.
***
Three days later, during Potions, Sirius was called for. "The headmaster requests that Sirius Felton come to his office," a messenger said, much to the annoyance of Snape.
"Well, Mr. Felton is in my class right now. Tell the headmaster that he will be down after class ends."
"Professor Dumbledore said you can take it up with him, but he needs Felton now." Sirius smiled up at the highly volatile looking Snape. Sirius waved to Harry, Ron, and Hermione, then walked out of the room.
Not before dropping one of Fillibusters No Heat Fireworks that he had picked up at Zonko's into Malfoy's cauldron, of course. As he turned a corner, he heard the explosion, and smiled. "I love Zonko's."
When he got to Dumbledore's office, he found the headmaster talking to Fawkes quietly.
"You called for me, Professor?"
"Yes, yes. Please sit." Sirius did, and Dumbledore followed suit. "We have figured out a way to get you back home. There is a potion to be made. It takes a week to be finished. Then you can go home."
"Really, professor?"
"Yes, really. I trust that no one knows who you are?" The guilty look
on Sirius's face told
him otherwise. "So Mr. Potter, Mr. Weasley, and Ms. Granger know?
Alright. Truthfully, I would have expected them to put it together sooner. What made them finally realize who you were?"
"The older Sirius Black, sir. He came on Friday, and they worked it out then."
"Ah. The older Mr. Black knows as well?" Sirius nodded. "You're sure they are the only ones?"
"Yes. I know they wouldn't tell."
"Alright Mr. Black. In a week, you should be home."
***
Ok, here it is......there should only be one more chapter. I might add an epilogue, but if I do, don't expect it anytime soon. I'm leaving for Chicago early Saturday morning, and considering its almost 2:00 on Friday, it will be a while. But as I said, I really want to get this up before OotP, because I hear someone dies that is close to Harry and I hope its not Sirius. If you could do me a favor- R&R, of course, but when you do, don't say anything about OotP? Please? Because it might be a while before I read it, and I don't want to be spoiled. Thank you. :-)
