ORDER OF THE PHOENIX SPOILERS! Disclaimer goes here too, look on chapter
two for it written out. Cuz I wanna get to the stori! Ok!
"Am I?" Sirius asked again.
"You're alive!" Harry cheered, running up and hugging his godfather.
"Yeah." Sirius said weakly. "I am."
"You see Harry," Dumbledore explained calmly. "What the veil does is rather unknown, whether it kills or not, traps the souls, or tortures with imprisoning them."
"Why didn't you tell me!?" Harry snarled.
"I didn't want you to go looking for him." Dumbledore stated firmly.
Sirius swallowed hard and suddenly brushed his hair in front of a spot on his neck.
"What's wrong with your neck?" Dumbledore questioned.
Sirius sighed. "No use hiding it." He brushed the matted, long hair away from a huge gash.
"How many more wounds?" Dumbledore asked quietly.
Sirius replied wincing. "Many." He opened his robes in the front revealing a huge hole.
Harry, and the younger Sirius gasped, backing away. He couldn't be alive! They'd scratched his heart out.
"But it grows back my mother said." Sirius laughed. "Always grows back. It just twinges after it's done."
Even Dumbledore had to turn away from the site. "Sirius. What happened to you?"
"Long story. Which begins with my cousin Bellatrix. The evil-" he paused, "-cousin of mine. Anyway, she hit me with a spell, throwing me backwards and into the veil. It hurt too. It was a stunning spell, not the Killing Curse. Well, I fell and fell for hours. It was pure pain. I heard Harry screaming. I heard every word even after he left the veil. I saw him ripping up this office. I saw him crying days and nights into the summer. I saw him staring at that one picture of me. And the worst pain of all was the duel with Bellatrix. She came close to a kill as well as he, but- I couldn't let Harry die seeking revenge on me. So I conjured up the Dark Mark in the veil. It floated up and up. And I think that's what made Voldemort come and stop Harry and my cousin. Althought quite a misforunate duel with him. Anyhow, I stopped seeing things a while later. Time to start eating rats again. I woke up one morning, someone standing over me with a knife. Murdering me. My heart was ripped out, but I didn't die because of some type of magic behind that veil. My throat was sliced. But I still lived. I heard dead voices talking. My mother told me not to worry that it all grows back. But. I didn't listen to her until James agreed. I saw his dead soul you see.- The worst months of my life and I'll be glad even to get back to the Grimmauld Place."
The younger Sirius's eyes grew wide. "That's gonna happen to me!? I'll even start liking my house!? MY HEART IS GONNA GET PULLED OUT OF ME!? AND I HAVE TO WALK AROUND LIKE THAT!?"
"Yep. But believe me, it already started growing back. Listen to mum on this one."
Dumbledore sighed and immediately wrote a letter. Explaining it. He magically made copies too, sending them out to every Order member.
"Now what? I'd like to eat a bit if you don't mind. Rats are disgusting."
"How did you end up here?" Dumbledore asked.
"I stepped through a fire place and shouted it. First I checked to see if anyone else was there before I ran through of course."
"Hm."
"There were two fireplaces in the middle of the room. A sign read the only two fireplaces in the whole veil and only one of them worked. If you walked into the wrong one, it would lead you to another room in the veil and you would never have chance of escape. I got lucky."
All four sat there in silence for a long while until younger Sirius piped up and said, "Professor, we were discussing how I would get back?"
"Yes." Dumbledore cleared his throat. "It will take a week or so."
"WHAT!?"
"It will take a week or so." Dumbledore repeated. "The potion takes that long to brew, which Severus will take care of."
Sirius stuck out his tongue and the older Sirius Black whacked it back in. "Shut up for a second will you?" he ordered.
The younger Sirius nodded quickly and Harry continued, "What do we do with him?"
Dumbledore shook his head. "Unless someone here wants to full time watch him, I guess nothing. It would be best if he didn't stay at Hogwarts though. We can't leave him on his own." He sighed and looked at the older Sirius, whom put his hands up and stepped away backwards. "I ain't running a baby-sitting service!" Sirius exclaimed angrily, putting his hands into his pockets.
"He's thirteen Sirius, besides, he's you. Take him to the Grimmauld Place and watch after him."
"But-"
"Take that as something to do for the Order."
Sirius sighed. "Fine."
"Now. Harry." Dumbledore began again. "You are not to mention this to anyone but Hermione. If someone asks where Ron is, say he is home visiting a sick family member. The only other people you can tell are the one's tah sleep in your dormitory and witnessed this. Make sure they know to keep it a secret as well. However, the return of the real, adult Sirius Black, should only be told to Hermion- and Ron when he comes back. No one else. Got it?"
"Yes Professor."
"Now, assume normal classes Harry, do what you always do and rememebr that Ron is into the marauders time and we are workign on getting him out so calm down." Then he looked at Sirius and said one word, "Behave," before turning to the adult Sirius and saying, "Stay at the Grimmauld place. Don't leave it at all. If you need my help- well, I'll have Order members daily check on you. Good."
Mcgonagal suddenly burst through the door. "Oh Sirius you're back!" She threw her arms around him and shut the door behind her.
Sirius winced as she kissed him on the cheek. "Oh! You poor darling!"
"Maybe I would smile but there is an absence of my heart." Sirius grinned at harry whom let out a short laugh.
"We were so worried about you!" she exclaimed. "I was waiting for the right moment to come in here."
"Ew did Mcgonagal just hug me!?" the younger Sirius exclaimed.
Mcgonagal looked at him, before looking at Dumbledore. "He's still here? Did you get Weasley back?"
"No. Let's just hope that one week won't be a problem for him where he's at."
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The three marauders left soon began to realize that Ron wasn't leaving anytime soon.
"Now what do we do with him?" James asked dully, tossing the snitch into the air and not even bothering to catch it.
Ron grinned. "Well, you could show me around?"
"Ok." James laughed. "What's there to show around?"
"NO!" Remus suddenly snarled. Then he whispered to James, "Full moon tomorrow! How do we get rid of Weasley for that night?"
James laughed. "Weasel brain." He sniggered but Ron had already taken out his wand when he overheard. "All three of you!"
They all three took out there wands too. Uh-oh, three against one. And three of Hogwarts's best seen duelers ever, against a not-so-good dueler.
"You like being tied up muzzle boy?" James asked.
"James!" Remus snarled, putting his wand down. "Can't we be even a little hospitable toward Mr. Weasley?"
"Fine." James muttered. "So what do I do for a living?"
"Uh." Ron wasn't sure how to answer that one. "I don't know."
Remus smiled. "What about me?"
"Teacher!" Ron burst, wondering if he was revealing too much.
Peter and James started laughing incredibly hard. "HAHA! WE ALWAYS KNEW HE'D GO TO THE DARK SIDE OF HOGWARTS NOW! HE'S A TEACHER! HAHA! WE PREDICTED!"
Remus turned red. "Was I good?"
"The best Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher I've ever had, and I've had five different ones."
"Wow." Remus commented.
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Would you like to meet the sixth Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher? Clue: he's done it before.
Remus Lupin sat in an old armchair by the fire in his office. Once again, he had accepted the job, but he knew it would no longer last than the previous time. So long ago he had seen a man in the mirror that he recognized the features of youth, energy, family, life. Now he looked in the mirror and saw a mere gauntly image, a shadow of what the past had left behind. Being a werewolf had aged him earlier, but he knew that alone didn't make him into a living ghost. He knew it was James Potter's death, Peter's betrayal, Sirius in Azkaban, then Sirius dead. Then he knew it was also the Order. He had fought bravely, and was strong in the original Order. Then again that was him in his youth. He picked up a picture, a picture that he had looked at and felt pain sear through him so many a time. It was a picture of the old Order, the one where James Potter stood next to Lily, waving. The one where Sirius Black had his hair trimmed slightly shorter. The one where his own hair contained no trace of gray and his face held no wrinkles. Once again, he muttered under his breath, youth.
But Lupin was not old, not at all, even though sometimes he appeared it. He just had lost the way he used to live, the life that represented his youth. It was all gone. He was the only one left of his family, and of his true friends. He sighed as he again regretted taking the job. He sighed as he marked the days on his calendar ever so close to the full moon, what he feared most. A ravenous, killing beast, a monster that he transformed into on those nights, a werewolf.
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The adult Sirius Black was keeping a close eye on his teen form, just as he was told, but he felt pain. Pain that he was watching his own childhood before his very eyes. A childhood that both of them, child and adult, wanted no reflection on. He slowly fell asleep on the couch, a warm couch which he was denied for so many months lost behind that torturous veil. This was to be his first sleep, although short, without waking up to a fresh cut across his throat.
Later he opened his eyes and saw an open window. The breeze chilled him slightly as he went to go shut it. That window wasn't open before, was it? He peeked outside and saw footprints and someone in the distance. Sirius leapt out the window and ran after the person. "YOU GET BACK HERE!"
Little Sirius started running faster.
"GET BACK HERE!"
Fortunately, the older Sirius was much faster, and caught up quickly. "Stop right there!" He reached over and brought his younger form to the ground. "What doyou think you're doing!?" he panted. "You heard Dumbledore! He told us to stay put!"
The younger Sirius glared at him. "Well I'm getting out of here!"
"No you aren't."
"Yeah! I'm sick of the thought of staying in this time for a whole week! There's got to be another-"
"Well there isn't." Sirius replied shortly, "Kid, let's get back." "You aren't gonna stop me." The boy said flatly. "Or my dad'll send you to Azkaban!" Let him try! For you to turn out like this he probably was a cheap-" Sirius paused, remembering that the man was also his father. "I've already BEEN to Azkaban!" "Then go there again!" Little Sirius snarled. "Or when you're sleeping tonight! I'll kill you!" Sirius stared into the violent eyes. "Oh, so you think I'm kidknapping you?" "Yes!" He suddenly took in a breath. "I go to Azkaban?"
Sirius nodded, and sighed, realizing that tears were probably about to follow what he had just revealed. "What did I do?" he squeaked. "You didn't do anything kid." He tried to hide back his tears. "Then what did I go there for?" "People-" Sirius paused. "People just don't understand us. We're- We're mysterious- too mysterious for them. They- They think you commited murder- to 16 people, two of which was mainly betrayal. But you didn't do it and that's what made you survive. You knew you were innocent and you knew who really did it, who framed you."
"I can't go to Azkaban! With all those scary dementors!"
"You survive though. Look at me!" Sirius ordered. "It's going to be okay!"
"Then I fall behind a veil and die! And I have to take care of a fifteen year old boy with a scar on his head! And my throat gets slit open and I feel all this pain and my heart gets ripped out! I have to live at the Grimmauld Place for longer too! Is my life good at all!?"
"No." Sirius replied. "It actually stinks."
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"Rons's missing!?" Mrs. Weasley sobbed, once she was seated in Dumbledore's office. "He can't be!"
"He should be back in a week."
"Unless Peter kills him!"
"Peter is not a murderer yet, in the time where Ron is."
"What do we do!?" she asked angrily.
Dumbledore lowered his half-moon spectacles. "A potion is being brewed at this moment. Ron luckily, is smart, and won't get himself into trouble. The one I am worried about is Sirius, a thirteen year old Sirius Black running around in 2003 is quite a mess."
"I don't care about Sirius! I care about Ron!"
"Ron, what I am saying Molly, is technically safe."
She let out a sigh of relief. "Oh good!"
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"You guys are gonna kill me aren't you?" Ron asked finally.
"No." James laughed. "Course not! We just became friends right?"
"Yeah, but I mean," he paused. "The way you guys were an hour ago."
"We're sorry." Remus said quickly. "We're just stressed."
"I don't feel sorry." James replied, reaching out his hand. "Let's try this again. I'm James Potter."
Ron denied the hand. "I want to go home- and whether you guys want me here or not- I'm here."
Remus sat next to him and hit him lightly on the back. "We'll find a way to get you back, don't worry."
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Little Sirius leaned against his adult form. "I want out of here. I miss my friends."
Older Sirius shifted slightly on the couch. "But not your family." That was not a question, it was a statement.
"Could you come back to my time with me?"
"It would be great if I could kid, but I can't."
"Mum wouldn't hurt me around you."
Sirius felt an angry tear gathering in his eyes. His mother hated him, hated him. He knew that what his younger self spoke of was not being hurt physically, but the words. Oh, the words hurt him so badly. The hateful words of how Regulus was better, of how he had to stop speaking with mudbloods if he wanted to live another moment under that roof.
"The things mum says to me hurt me."
Sirius looked away. "I know."
"I guess you do. Last week when-"
"You went to Knockturn Alley she screamed at you for thirty mnutes and somehow mudbloods and mischief and how much trouble you were came up. Somehow you said something and she hit you. Somehow you heard the word Regulus and better into the same sentence. Somehow you, even though you never cry, found yourself in tears." (oh, poor lil guy. AIRES BLACK IS AN EVIL PERSON!!!!! SHE MADE MY FAV CHRACTER CRY!)
"You remember that?" little Sirius asked.
"Yeah, it would be better if I didn't." He looked. "It happened too often."
"That was the second time."
"I'm talking about the rest of your life. You run away when you're sixteen, etc, etc, you go into Azkaban, you 'die', you come back to life with your heart missing, Voldemort is after your godson, your best friend and his wife die-"
"My best friend- dies?"
Sirius covered his mouth. "Oops."
"James dies?"
Sirius nodded, trying not to let a tear slip down his face. "Yeah."
The two sat in silence for a long time when finally Little Sirius asked, "Is that the person I betray?"
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Remus Lupin faced himself in the mirror in his bathrobe. "Well old chap, I think you've really lost it this time. You lost everything." He opened the cabinet and poured a green potion into a glass (the werewolf potion). He made a disgusted face before spitting it out. He cuoldn't take this stuff. It made him feel terrible, and created pain. He flopped down on his bed when there was a knock at the door.
"Who is it?" Lupin asked.
"It's Harry."
"Harry-" he paused. "I would let you in right now but I'm in my bathrobe."
Harry ignored him and opened the door. "Professor, Dumbledore sent me."
"He did?" Lupin hid the half-full now green glass behind his back, not wanting Harry to suspect that he wasn't taking his medicine, the medicine that prevented the wolf to spring.
"Yeah. Are you okay?"
"I- I'm fine Harry."
"Well, this should make you happy. Sirius is alive."
Lupin blinked. "I know."
"How?"
"Dumbledore didn't send you to tell me that."
"Yes he did. How did you know he survived?"
Lupin sighd. "I really didn't know. Harry I'm a mess right now. Come back and tell me what you just said later."
"SIRIUS IS ALIVE!"
Lupin blinked again.
Harry waved his hand in front of the man's face. "Come on! Have some chocolate!" He pulled open drawers and dug through them before pulling out a bar of it. "Eat it!"
"Harry!" Lupin said, flushed. "You have no right to search through my stuff!"
"EAT- IT- NOW." Harry ordered.
Lupin sighed and took a bite. "Something's wrong with me Harry. I've been feeling sick for the past few days."
"You always get sick at full moon! I'd get sick too if I turned into a wolf every month!"
Lupin looked away. He didn't want Harry to see him wince. He didn't want Harry to know how bad it hurt him.
"Sirius- is- alive."
Lupin smiled. "I had a feeling."
"Are you better yet?"
"The chocolate helped slightly."
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"Sirius?" Little Sirius asked.
"What?"
"I've been looking around to see how this place has changed."
"And?"
"Why is mum still here?"
Sirius looked at him curiously. "She's gone."
"I saw the portrait."
"Oh, that."
"And it was empty."
Sirius shrugged. "Probably went to Phineas's portrait for tea."
"Oh, well, Kreacher's still here."
Sirius sat up and took out his wand, a murderous look glowing in his yees. "Where's Kreacher!?" he demanded. "Dumbledore got rid of him! He was supposed to anyway!"
"You are very bad Sirius!" Kreacher appeared, speaking in an undertone. "The mistress should punish him! He's been messing with time travel! Looks like he's not dead after all!"
"YOU LITTLE TRAITOR!" Sirius howled. "YOU TOLD HARRY THAT VOLDEMORT CAPTURED ME! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT THAT HE HAD TO GO TO THE DEPARTMENT OF MYSTERIES ANYWAY!"
"The prophecy, Sirius, the prophecy," he said, not in an undertone this time however.
"AND THAT'S MASTER TO YOU KREACHER!"
"You aren't my master anymore Sirius."
"OH YES I AM KREACHER! AND I ORDER YOU TO-" Sirius paused. "You're not kidding are you? Who's your master than?"
"The Dark Lord is my master."
Both Sriius's took in quick breaths.
"My mistress ordered me to serve him- and this also. To mess up time! NOW YOU'LL NEVER BE BORN AT ALL AND THE MISTRESS WILL NOT HAVE SUCH AN UNGRATEFUL SON!" He took out a wand and pointed it at the Little Sirius. "AVADA KEDEVRA!"
I hope this chapter is ok. It wasn't as funny as the last one's were, it's more action. I plan on putting more jokes in next time though. OH AND BY THE WAY: I had three different versions of this chapter. This was the best to me of them. Tell me if you like this chapter or if I should replace it.
"Am I?" Sirius asked again.
"You're alive!" Harry cheered, running up and hugging his godfather.
"Yeah." Sirius said weakly. "I am."
"You see Harry," Dumbledore explained calmly. "What the veil does is rather unknown, whether it kills or not, traps the souls, or tortures with imprisoning them."
"Why didn't you tell me!?" Harry snarled.
"I didn't want you to go looking for him." Dumbledore stated firmly.
Sirius swallowed hard and suddenly brushed his hair in front of a spot on his neck.
"What's wrong with your neck?" Dumbledore questioned.
Sirius sighed. "No use hiding it." He brushed the matted, long hair away from a huge gash.
"How many more wounds?" Dumbledore asked quietly.
Sirius replied wincing. "Many." He opened his robes in the front revealing a huge hole.
Harry, and the younger Sirius gasped, backing away. He couldn't be alive! They'd scratched his heart out.
"But it grows back my mother said." Sirius laughed. "Always grows back. It just twinges after it's done."
Even Dumbledore had to turn away from the site. "Sirius. What happened to you?"
"Long story. Which begins with my cousin Bellatrix. The evil-" he paused, "-cousin of mine. Anyway, she hit me with a spell, throwing me backwards and into the veil. It hurt too. It was a stunning spell, not the Killing Curse. Well, I fell and fell for hours. It was pure pain. I heard Harry screaming. I heard every word even after he left the veil. I saw him ripping up this office. I saw him crying days and nights into the summer. I saw him staring at that one picture of me. And the worst pain of all was the duel with Bellatrix. She came close to a kill as well as he, but- I couldn't let Harry die seeking revenge on me. So I conjured up the Dark Mark in the veil. It floated up and up. And I think that's what made Voldemort come and stop Harry and my cousin. Althought quite a misforunate duel with him. Anyhow, I stopped seeing things a while later. Time to start eating rats again. I woke up one morning, someone standing over me with a knife. Murdering me. My heart was ripped out, but I didn't die because of some type of magic behind that veil. My throat was sliced. But I still lived. I heard dead voices talking. My mother told me not to worry that it all grows back. But. I didn't listen to her until James agreed. I saw his dead soul you see.- The worst months of my life and I'll be glad even to get back to the Grimmauld Place."
The younger Sirius's eyes grew wide. "That's gonna happen to me!? I'll even start liking my house!? MY HEART IS GONNA GET PULLED OUT OF ME!? AND I HAVE TO WALK AROUND LIKE THAT!?"
"Yep. But believe me, it already started growing back. Listen to mum on this one."
Dumbledore sighed and immediately wrote a letter. Explaining it. He magically made copies too, sending them out to every Order member.
"Now what? I'd like to eat a bit if you don't mind. Rats are disgusting."
"How did you end up here?" Dumbledore asked.
"I stepped through a fire place and shouted it. First I checked to see if anyone else was there before I ran through of course."
"Hm."
"There were two fireplaces in the middle of the room. A sign read the only two fireplaces in the whole veil and only one of them worked. If you walked into the wrong one, it would lead you to another room in the veil and you would never have chance of escape. I got lucky."
All four sat there in silence for a long while until younger Sirius piped up and said, "Professor, we were discussing how I would get back?"
"Yes." Dumbledore cleared his throat. "It will take a week or so."
"WHAT!?"
"It will take a week or so." Dumbledore repeated. "The potion takes that long to brew, which Severus will take care of."
Sirius stuck out his tongue and the older Sirius Black whacked it back in. "Shut up for a second will you?" he ordered.
The younger Sirius nodded quickly and Harry continued, "What do we do with him?"
Dumbledore shook his head. "Unless someone here wants to full time watch him, I guess nothing. It would be best if he didn't stay at Hogwarts though. We can't leave him on his own." He sighed and looked at the older Sirius, whom put his hands up and stepped away backwards. "I ain't running a baby-sitting service!" Sirius exclaimed angrily, putting his hands into his pockets.
"He's thirteen Sirius, besides, he's you. Take him to the Grimmauld Place and watch after him."
"But-"
"Take that as something to do for the Order."
Sirius sighed. "Fine."
"Now. Harry." Dumbledore began again. "You are not to mention this to anyone but Hermione. If someone asks where Ron is, say he is home visiting a sick family member. The only other people you can tell are the one's tah sleep in your dormitory and witnessed this. Make sure they know to keep it a secret as well. However, the return of the real, adult Sirius Black, should only be told to Hermion- and Ron when he comes back. No one else. Got it?"
"Yes Professor."
"Now, assume normal classes Harry, do what you always do and rememebr that Ron is into the marauders time and we are workign on getting him out so calm down." Then he looked at Sirius and said one word, "Behave," before turning to the adult Sirius and saying, "Stay at the Grimmauld place. Don't leave it at all. If you need my help- well, I'll have Order members daily check on you. Good."
Mcgonagal suddenly burst through the door. "Oh Sirius you're back!" She threw her arms around him and shut the door behind her.
Sirius winced as she kissed him on the cheek. "Oh! You poor darling!"
"Maybe I would smile but there is an absence of my heart." Sirius grinned at harry whom let out a short laugh.
"We were so worried about you!" she exclaimed. "I was waiting for the right moment to come in here."
"Ew did Mcgonagal just hug me!?" the younger Sirius exclaimed.
Mcgonagal looked at him, before looking at Dumbledore. "He's still here? Did you get Weasley back?"
"No. Let's just hope that one week won't be a problem for him where he's at."
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The three marauders left soon began to realize that Ron wasn't leaving anytime soon.
"Now what do we do with him?" James asked dully, tossing the snitch into the air and not even bothering to catch it.
Ron grinned. "Well, you could show me around?"
"Ok." James laughed. "What's there to show around?"
"NO!" Remus suddenly snarled. Then he whispered to James, "Full moon tomorrow! How do we get rid of Weasley for that night?"
James laughed. "Weasel brain." He sniggered but Ron had already taken out his wand when he overheard. "All three of you!"
They all three took out there wands too. Uh-oh, three against one. And three of Hogwarts's best seen duelers ever, against a not-so-good dueler.
"You like being tied up muzzle boy?" James asked.
"James!" Remus snarled, putting his wand down. "Can't we be even a little hospitable toward Mr. Weasley?"
"Fine." James muttered. "So what do I do for a living?"
"Uh." Ron wasn't sure how to answer that one. "I don't know."
Remus smiled. "What about me?"
"Teacher!" Ron burst, wondering if he was revealing too much.
Peter and James started laughing incredibly hard. "HAHA! WE ALWAYS KNEW HE'D GO TO THE DARK SIDE OF HOGWARTS NOW! HE'S A TEACHER! HAHA! WE PREDICTED!"
Remus turned red. "Was I good?"
"The best Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher I've ever had, and I've had five different ones."
"Wow." Remus commented.
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Would you like to meet the sixth Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher? Clue: he's done it before.
Remus Lupin sat in an old armchair by the fire in his office. Once again, he had accepted the job, but he knew it would no longer last than the previous time. So long ago he had seen a man in the mirror that he recognized the features of youth, energy, family, life. Now he looked in the mirror and saw a mere gauntly image, a shadow of what the past had left behind. Being a werewolf had aged him earlier, but he knew that alone didn't make him into a living ghost. He knew it was James Potter's death, Peter's betrayal, Sirius in Azkaban, then Sirius dead. Then he knew it was also the Order. He had fought bravely, and was strong in the original Order. Then again that was him in his youth. He picked up a picture, a picture that he had looked at and felt pain sear through him so many a time. It was a picture of the old Order, the one where James Potter stood next to Lily, waving. The one where Sirius Black had his hair trimmed slightly shorter. The one where his own hair contained no trace of gray and his face held no wrinkles. Once again, he muttered under his breath, youth.
But Lupin was not old, not at all, even though sometimes he appeared it. He just had lost the way he used to live, the life that represented his youth. It was all gone. He was the only one left of his family, and of his true friends. He sighed as he again regretted taking the job. He sighed as he marked the days on his calendar ever so close to the full moon, what he feared most. A ravenous, killing beast, a monster that he transformed into on those nights, a werewolf.
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The adult Sirius Black was keeping a close eye on his teen form, just as he was told, but he felt pain. Pain that he was watching his own childhood before his very eyes. A childhood that both of them, child and adult, wanted no reflection on. He slowly fell asleep on the couch, a warm couch which he was denied for so many months lost behind that torturous veil. This was to be his first sleep, although short, without waking up to a fresh cut across his throat.
Later he opened his eyes and saw an open window. The breeze chilled him slightly as he went to go shut it. That window wasn't open before, was it? He peeked outside and saw footprints and someone in the distance. Sirius leapt out the window and ran after the person. "YOU GET BACK HERE!"
Little Sirius started running faster.
"GET BACK HERE!"
Fortunately, the older Sirius was much faster, and caught up quickly. "Stop right there!" He reached over and brought his younger form to the ground. "What doyou think you're doing!?" he panted. "You heard Dumbledore! He told us to stay put!"
The younger Sirius glared at him. "Well I'm getting out of here!"
"No you aren't."
"Yeah! I'm sick of the thought of staying in this time for a whole week! There's got to be another-"
"Well there isn't." Sirius replied shortly, "Kid, let's get back." "You aren't gonna stop me." The boy said flatly. "Or my dad'll send you to Azkaban!" Let him try! For you to turn out like this he probably was a cheap-" Sirius paused, remembering that the man was also his father. "I've already BEEN to Azkaban!" "Then go there again!" Little Sirius snarled. "Or when you're sleeping tonight! I'll kill you!" Sirius stared into the violent eyes. "Oh, so you think I'm kidknapping you?" "Yes!" He suddenly took in a breath. "I go to Azkaban?"
Sirius nodded, and sighed, realizing that tears were probably about to follow what he had just revealed. "What did I do?" he squeaked. "You didn't do anything kid." He tried to hide back his tears. "Then what did I go there for?" "People-" Sirius paused. "People just don't understand us. We're- We're mysterious- too mysterious for them. They- They think you commited murder- to 16 people, two of which was mainly betrayal. But you didn't do it and that's what made you survive. You knew you were innocent and you knew who really did it, who framed you."
"I can't go to Azkaban! With all those scary dementors!"
"You survive though. Look at me!" Sirius ordered. "It's going to be okay!"
"Then I fall behind a veil and die! And I have to take care of a fifteen year old boy with a scar on his head! And my throat gets slit open and I feel all this pain and my heart gets ripped out! I have to live at the Grimmauld Place for longer too! Is my life good at all!?"
"No." Sirius replied. "It actually stinks."
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"Rons's missing!?" Mrs. Weasley sobbed, once she was seated in Dumbledore's office. "He can't be!"
"He should be back in a week."
"Unless Peter kills him!"
"Peter is not a murderer yet, in the time where Ron is."
"What do we do!?" she asked angrily.
Dumbledore lowered his half-moon spectacles. "A potion is being brewed at this moment. Ron luckily, is smart, and won't get himself into trouble. The one I am worried about is Sirius, a thirteen year old Sirius Black running around in 2003 is quite a mess."
"I don't care about Sirius! I care about Ron!"
"Ron, what I am saying Molly, is technically safe."
She let out a sigh of relief. "Oh good!"
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"You guys are gonna kill me aren't you?" Ron asked finally.
"No." James laughed. "Course not! We just became friends right?"
"Yeah, but I mean," he paused. "The way you guys were an hour ago."
"We're sorry." Remus said quickly. "We're just stressed."
"I don't feel sorry." James replied, reaching out his hand. "Let's try this again. I'm James Potter."
Ron denied the hand. "I want to go home- and whether you guys want me here or not- I'm here."
Remus sat next to him and hit him lightly on the back. "We'll find a way to get you back, don't worry."
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Little Sirius leaned against his adult form. "I want out of here. I miss my friends."
Older Sirius shifted slightly on the couch. "But not your family." That was not a question, it was a statement.
"Could you come back to my time with me?"
"It would be great if I could kid, but I can't."
"Mum wouldn't hurt me around you."
Sirius felt an angry tear gathering in his eyes. His mother hated him, hated him. He knew that what his younger self spoke of was not being hurt physically, but the words. Oh, the words hurt him so badly. The hateful words of how Regulus was better, of how he had to stop speaking with mudbloods if he wanted to live another moment under that roof.
"The things mum says to me hurt me."
Sirius looked away. "I know."
"I guess you do. Last week when-"
"You went to Knockturn Alley she screamed at you for thirty mnutes and somehow mudbloods and mischief and how much trouble you were came up. Somehow you said something and she hit you. Somehow you heard the word Regulus and better into the same sentence. Somehow you, even though you never cry, found yourself in tears." (oh, poor lil guy. AIRES BLACK IS AN EVIL PERSON!!!!! SHE MADE MY FAV CHRACTER CRY!)
"You remember that?" little Sirius asked.
"Yeah, it would be better if I didn't." He looked. "It happened too often."
"That was the second time."
"I'm talking about the rest of your life. You run away when you're sixteen, etc, etc, you go into Azkaban, you 'die', you come back to life with your heart missing, Voldemort is after your godson, your best friend and his wife die-"
"My best friend- dies?"
Sirius covered his mouth. "Oops."
"James dies?"
Sirius nodded, trying not to let a tear slip down his face. "Yeah."
The two sat in silence for a long time when finally Little Sirius asked, "Is that the person I betray?"
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Remus Lupin faced himself in the mirror in his bathrobe. "Well old chap, I think you've really lost it this time. You lost everything." He opened the cabinet and poured a green potion into a glass (the werewolf potion). He made a disgusted face before spitting it out. He cuoldn't take this stuff. It made him feel terrible, and created pain. He flopped down on his bed when there was a knock at the door.
"Who is it?" Lupin asked.
"It's Harry."
"Harry-" he paused. "I would let you in right now but I'm in my bathrobe."
Harry ignored him and opened the door. "Professor, Dumbledore sent me."
"He did?" Lupin hid the half-full now green glass behind his back, not wanting Harry to suspect that he wasn't taking his medicine, the medicine that prevented the wolf to spring.
"Yeah. Are you okay?"
"I- I'm fine Harry."
"Well, this should make you happy. Sirius is alive."
Lupin blinked. "I know."
"How?"
"Dumbledore didn't send you to tell me that."
"Yes he did. How did you know he survived?"
Lupin sighd. "I really didn't know. Harry I'm a mess right now. Come back and tell me what you just said later."
"SIRIUS IS ALIVE!"
Lupin blinked again.
Harry waved his hand in front of the man's face. "Come on! Have some chocolate!" He pulled open drawers and dug through them before pulling out a bar of it. "Eat it!"
"Harry!" Lupin said, flushed. "You have no right to search through my stuff!"
"EAT- IT- NOW." Harry ordered.
Lupin sighed and took a bite. "Something's wrong with me Harry. I've been feeling sick for the past few days."
"You always get sick at full moon! I'd get sick too if I turned into a wolf every month!"
Lupin looked away. He didn't want Harry to see him wince. He didn't want Harry to know how bad it hurt him.
"Sirius- is- alive."
Lupin smiled. "I had a feeling."
"Are you better yet?"
"The chocolate helped slightly."
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"Sirius?" Little Sirius asked.
"What?"
"I've been looking around to see how this place has changed."
"And?"
"Why is mum still here?"
Sirius looked at him curiously. "She's gone."
"I saw the portrait."
"Oh, that."
"And it was empty."
Sirius shrugged. "Probably went to Phineas's portrait for tea."
"Oh, well, Kreacher's still here."
Sirius sat up and took out his wand, a murderous look glowing in his yees. "Where's Kreacher!?" he demanded. "Dumbledore got rid of him! He was supposed to anyway!"
"You are very bad Sirius!" Kreacher appeared, speaking in an undertone. "The mistress should punish him! He's been messing with time travel! Looks like he's not dead after all!"
"YOU LITTLE TRAITOR!" Sirius howled. "YOU TOLD HARRY THAT VOLDEMORT CAPTURED ME! THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT THAT HE HAD TO GO TO THE DEPARTMENT OF MYSTERIES ANYWAY!"
"The prophecy, Sirius, the prophecy," he said, not in an undertone this time however.
"AND THAT'S MASTER TO YOU KREACHER!"
"You aren't my master anymore Sirius."
"OH YES I AM KREACHER! AND I ORDER YOU TO-" Sirius paused. "You're not kidding are you? Who's your master than?"
"The Dark Lord is my master."
Both Sriius's took in quick breaths.
"My mistress ordered me to serve him- and this also. To mess up time! NOW YOU'LL NEVER BE BORN AT ALL AND THE MISTRESS WILL NOT HAVE SUCH AN UNGRATEFUL SON!" He took out a wand and pointed it at the Little Sirius. "AVADA KEDEVRA!"
I hope this chapter is ok. It wasn't as funny as the last one's were, it's more action. I plan on putting more jokes in next time though. OH AND BY THE WAY: I had three different versions of this chapter. This was the best to me of them. Tell me if you like this chapter or if I should replace it.
