THIS CHAPTER IS REALLY ODD, KINDA VIOLENT, SO LIKE LITTLE KIDS PROBABLY WON'T WANNA READ THIS. ALRIGHT?- Disclaimer- hmmm, hmmm, hmmmm... this really sucks, that we have to have disclaimers.. Lalalalala. I mean, if I did own hp, don't you think id be publishing it into the sixth book instead of sending it to fanfiction.net? I mean, its stupid to have disclaimers, really! But some ppl like to sue so...lalalalalalala. I have a disclaimer..lalala. Ok, theres NO bad language or anything like that in this story, its just a little violent so its probably not bad enough to be PG, BUT IM JUST SAYING. Course, in the second chapter, the whole thing with the heart was a little loose itself, but the story of how Aires Black died is in here! Sirius dived at Kreacher, whom had his back to Sirius. He couldn't let that happen! If his younger self was killed, everything would go haywire in the future! He brought Kreacher to the ground, just as Little Sirius dodged the curse. The spell hit the wall, hard, leaving a crack that probably could have passed for a fault down the plaster.
Little Sirius was about to take off his cloak and throw it at Kreacher, to fire him, when Sirius looked up and shook his head. "He knows too much. We can't just let him go," he snapped his fingers, "-just like that!"
"Well what do we do then!?" Little Sirius asked, panicked.
"We'll leave that to Dumbledore when he comes back to check on us." Sirius was still pinning Kreacher to the ground. "In the mean time we'll time him up. He'll probably just end up like one of those on the wall." Sirius pointed to the house elf heads and Kreacher started shaking his head furiously.

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Ron was feeling completely miserable until James shrugged and suggested, "You could come exploring with us."
"Really?"

"Don't you want to see all the passages?"
"I know about them already."

"How?"
"Marauders Map."

They all gasped. "Seriously!?" Remus asked. "WE'RE FAMOUS IN THE FUTURE!?

"Yeah, you're certainly famous." Ron muttered sourly.
"Wow. Wait till Sirius hears this!"

"Especially James, Peter and Sirius."

"Not me?"

"Not you. Unfortunately."

"Who's famous then?"

"James and Sirius and Peter."

"Why?" Remus demanded. "Me? I'm not with them?"

Ron looked away before finally thinking, "They weren't good reasons. James is killed by Voldemort, Sirius is framed for his death and is the first to escape Azkaban, and Peter is awarded Order of Merlin Second Class for 'confronting Black, bravery', but Peter really killed James and this whole mess comes out to where Remus Lupin is just in the middle. How would that sound to you?" So Ron kept his mouth shut.
"Yeah, actually you're all famous." Ron said finally, lying. "All four of you. I was just having a blank."
"Cool!" Remus shouted, throwing his books to the ground. "What're we famous for?"

"Yeah! Quidditch right?" James asked eagerly.
Peter grinned, "Or a person who works with dragons, and big stuff like that?"

Remus shouted, "Or Minister of Magic!"
Peter and James looked at him and simoultaneously repeated, "Minister of Magic?"

"Yeah." Remus squeaked. "I've always wanted to be that."
How would, 'but you aren't any of those things' sound? So Ron once again, just shrugged and said, "You'll see."

"That means yes!" Remus said, jumping on the plushing arm chairs. "Wow! Defense teacher and Minister of Magic!"

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Sirius watched Little Sirius go up the stairs to his room, and shut the door. When Sirius was alone he looked around the house. So much he had never wanted to see again. Yet it was better than the veil. His heart. He felt his chest, was starting to beat again, and his throat, was starting to heal.
He smiled at the room but suddenly stopped and turned his gaze toward the corner of something sticking out from underneath the couch. He pulled it out. It was an old newspaper clipping.
Sirius Black put into Azkaban, family heartbroken. An interview with the family.
"Now Regulus Black," interviewer Rat Matt asked. "How do you feel about your brother gone into Azkaban?"

"He was never a great brother, the first Black, next to our cousin Andromeda, to not get into Slytherin. We were never really in contact much after he ran away anyhow, so it doesn't affect me much."
"Your brother ran away?"
"Yes, when he was sixteen. Broke my mum's heart."
"Why did he run away Regulus?"
Regulus didn't reply right away, it took some effort to get anything out of him.
"Regulus? Why? Was there a reason?"
"Because he hated us."

"Why did he hate you?" Rat Matt questioned.
"He- just- did." We observed also that Regulus was ringing his robes nervously.
"There was no reason?"

"He never talked to me if there was. He was always picking on me, younger brother, you get the drift."

"Yes, but no reason to runaway?"

Regulus paused. "Because mum's on the Dark Side!" he wailed.
Sirius dropped the clipping, and let it flutter to the ground. He didn't bother to look at the other news clipping under the couch, the one that said 'Aires Black kills herself with her wand before dementors were able to retrieve her.'
He sat down on the couch. He never knew that his mother was on the Dark Side. He knew Regulus was, oh yes, Regulus was, every Death Eater brought into Azkaban after that was talking about him, what a coward he was.
He had to hide the newspaper clipping, he didn't want his younger self to see it, how it would hurt him.

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"LALALALA!" Sally sang out. "LALALALALALA!"
"SHUT UP!" Jerry replied. "MUM! TELL HER TO SHUT UP!"

Cal came down the stairs, a look of frustration on her face. "You two stop it, I have a headache."

"But mum-!" Jerry shouted. "I can't concentrate on anything! Why'd we have to come back to the house!? Why is it so urgent!?"
"Because Sirius is back. I was just informed by Dumbledore."

"Mum!" Janice said, coming down the stairs. "Look! We can't just let Sirius back into our lives! We just can't!"

"MITCHELL!" Cal shouted.
Mitchell appeared at the top of the stairs. "What is it Cal?"
"Read this!" she threw it into his hands.
Mitchell studied it for a long while ignoring the shouts from Sally and Jerry before finally saying. "So this is your ex-husband?"

"No, this is not my ex husband!" Cal spat angrily.
"Who is it then?"
"This is my ex-husband's brother!"

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Harry laid in his bed that night, thinking about how Ron was probably feeling at that moment. Was he scared? Was he nervous? Was he being tortured by the other marauders? Ron was his best friend in the world, and he couldn't bear anything to happen to him. Ron had always been what he'd cared about the most, always. It was proved at the Tri-Wizard tournament, second task, when he had to save 'what he cared about most', aka ron, from the mermen. Their friendship had been from the beginning, and it was definetely Harry's first friend, and best.
"Harry?" Neville asked sitting on Harry's bed. "Are you thinking aboutRon?"
"Yes." Harry replied. "I am."

"He'll be alright. Don't worry."
"Thanks Neville." Harry answered, still looking away.
"You know, it'll only be a week, I'm sure he's alright."

"I hope so."

"You guys really are best friends aren't you?"
Harry nodded. "Yeah."

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Janice sat on her bed. Her uncle was the only person that she could turn to when her father died. Jerry, her ten year old brother, and Sally, her five year old sister, didn't have to face any of that pain. They never knew Regulus. She was only six when her parents, Cal Burkes and Regulus Black divorced, very young. She had gone to see him many times, and talked to him through owl often, she missed him. She found out he died when she was eleven. Her mother had divorced Regulus because of differences, Regulus thought one way, and she thought the other. Janice knew that they should have stayed together though, she just knew they should of. Jerry was Mitchell's child from a former marriage also. He didn't like to talk much about Lydia Lupin. But Sally was Cal's and Mitchell's. Cal remarried and didn't talk much to Regulus or his family after the divorce. His family was too pureblood crazy, which, even though being a pureblood, it drove her mad to be around them. She had however, tried to avoid Sirius, as Regulus had done, and was unsure if she wanted to let one of the Black's back into her life. Then again, Sirius thought opposite of Regulus, and might be alright, but Cal wasn't sure. Janice was the only one who had sent letters to Sirius while he was in Azkaban. She needed someone, anyone to confide in. So she pulled an invisibility spell using her mum's wand, over the owl, and sent it off to Sirius. Letters were mostly forbidden in Azkaban, so the invisibility spell kept her from being caught. Only about half of her letters made it, her mum got very convinced that Janice was doing something illicit so she was always keeping an eye out for what looked like a letter floating in thin air.

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Sirius sorted through the clippings again, and again, torturing himself with them. The story of how his mother died had been enough to shock him. He only read the headline, before stuffing it back under the sofa with the others. -
"JANICE KANDELL!" Cal shouted. "GET DOWN HERE!"

Kandell, quite a new last name for her, muggle too. Mitchell's last name as well, Cal remarried. Janice sighed. She missed her real father, even though she loved Mitchell as family too.
"WHAT MUM?"
"THIS!"

"THIS WHAT?"

"GET DOWN HERE!"

Janice shrugged and walked down the stairs where Mitchell and her mother were sitting at the table. "What is this?" Cal demanded sliding a letter onto the table.
Janice's fingers clutched the letter into her hands, and as she was trembling, read what she recognized, ' Dear Uncle Sirius, I want to help the Order of the Phoenix. Please! Let me help! Or at least let me go to the headquarters, be with the Order! I feel helpless here! I'm a witch and I don't belong with muggles! Do you realize that I was dragged out of school by my mum because that kid Ron Weasley went missing!? I think there's another reason. Tell me where the headquarters are and I'll go! If I'm not doing the fighting, I'll do the cooking! I don't care, anything to fight against the Dark Side!- Janice'
"Well," Cal said through forced calm. "Why did you write this?"
Janice didn't answer.
"WHY!?" Cal shouted.
Mitchell read over the letter as Cal continued to go on about how dangerous it was, etc, etc.
"Honey?" Mitchell asked sweetly. "As her father, I have a right to know what's going on as well. Could you fill me in please?"
"Oh shut up!" Janice snarled. "You're not my father! You never even met my father! You probably weren't even told that he's dead!"
"Janice-" Mitchell said gently.
"Just leave me alone! Both of you!" She ran out of the kitchen.
"GO TO YOUR ROOM!" Cal shouted.
"I'M ALREADY THERE!"
Janice slammed the door and stared out the window. They'd never understand, and she knew it. She sat there until midnight, writing in her diary- and packing. Because there was something written on the back that neither Cal nor Mitchell noticed. Scrawled in tiny, squiggly handwriting, read the words, Number Twelve Grimmauld Place.

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