A/N: So, last chapter Sirius came back. What's going to happen now? Well… you're going to have to wait and see! lol! r/r… but I know you will!
Thanks to all my wonderful reviewers! You make all this hard work worthwhile! Hehehehe! Hard work….
Chapter 5: Sirius, seriously?
Remus' eyes were wide with shock.
Sirius Black
His best friend
Was 16
" Did you take an aging potion or something," Sirius joked. " You look terrible!" and he gave a bark like laugh.
When Remus didn't say anything Sirius got up and walked around.
" OK, spill your beans Moony," he said. " What happened to this place? It's so… filthy. What happened to you? What's going on? I mean it, that look of yours only means trouble"
Remus got up and walked over to him. He always remembered Sirius to be taller than him but now he was taller than Sirius, but not by much.
"Sirius—" he started, and then stopped.
What the hell was he going to say? Look, mate, you died at age 36 and I was lonely so I brought you back through the map. James and Lily are dead; Peter sold them to a dark wizard that you've never heard of before in your life. You spent the last fifteen years in Azkaban for a crime that you didn't commit, Peter did, and you escaped. We have formed a secret revolt against this wizard because he came back to life after supposedly dying after killing James and Lily but their son, Harry Potter who is your godson, stopped him. Are you with me?
"Come on! What's going on? Where's James?" the boy demanded, beginning to sound worried.
" What's going on?" Lupin repeated faintly. " Sirius…James, he… I need to tell you something and it's very important," he said resolute.
They went over and sat down, Remus on his desk chair and Sirius on his bed, the charming, handsome smile barely recognisable amongst the confusion.
" Remus—" Sirius started but he held up a hand to cut his off.
" You need to listen to me Sirius," he said, his stare never faltering. Suddenly he was chocked for words.
Remus sighed. This was going to be tough, really tough. He cleared his throat and began to explain the whole situation, slowly and during that time Sirius sat there in silence, listening intently at everything he was saying.
" So…I'm dead?" he said at last. "James and Lily are…dead?"
Remus nodded his head. " They got married just after we left school."
" And you're 36?" he asked.
" Yes."
" And I am too?"
" Yes."
" And this evil Wizard, Voldemort, killed James?"
" Yes."
" But couldn't kill…Harry, is it?"
" That's right."
" Why not?"
" Because Lily put an ancient curse on him so that he would be saved. You see there was this prophesy…" Remus stared a new chapter in Sirius' life once again, and again, he listened.
There was an awkward silence. Sirius was looking down. His former life was plotted out before his eyes. Everything that had happened to him, everything that had happened to his friends, everything that now seemed so pointless.
" Merlin Moony…I don't know what to say…I'm dead! My family is dead. My friends are dead! I have a godson who is living with Muggles…I have to be nice to Snivelly!"
" No you don't. Your 36 year old self didn't like him."
" But Remus," he said looking up. " Am I going to have to be my 36 year-old self?"
Remus had never thought about this. He had thought about how he was going to explain everything and he wondered how Sirius would react. He had hit both of them on the head, but now he wondered, could Sirius be free to live the life he never had? Could he start again, could he make his second chance better?
" Ah, well, Sirius, I don't think so," he said slowly. "I guess this means that you can start again, make different choices. No one is going to recognise you, at least no one out hunting for you."
" Oh," he said. " But I don't know anything. The last thing I remember is how to transfigure a Niffler into a Puffskein."
" Well, that's a start," he chuckled. " I can't remember how to do that."
There was an awkward silence, the both of them looking at each other. Sirius: fit and athletic, handsome and dashing. Remus: old and greying, shabbily dressed and pathetic looking.
" And the Map…our map. You brought me back from using the spell of rearrangement?"
Remus nodded. " A memory."
Sirius looked uncertain. " A memory?" he repeated. " Of me as a sixteen year old?"
Remus didn't answer his question; he knew that the answer was blatantly obvious, Sirius was capable of working that out for himself through his 36 year old friend's steady gaze.
" Sirius," he said. " I—I was wondering whether you could stay here while I got out for a bit, get someone here…I need to work a few things out. I wont be more than half an hour. Please don't go wandering, because I know you will. There are lots of people in this house and I don't want to create a huge fuss—"
" What? Oh, maybe I should come with you," he said, apparently not hearing the last part of his sentence.
" No, Sirius, it's best that you stay here, I'll bring them to you."
" That's the non fuss way isn't it?" he said managing a smile. " You always were like that. Pleasing people was always your strong point."
" Yes, I know. Stiff old Remus eh? Prefect Remus, the controllable one. Did I forget to mention that there is a cure for being a Werewolf now? Wolfsbane Potion. I get Severus to brew it for me once a month—" then on seeing the disappointment, then disgust on Sirius' face he quickly added, "I can still be a werewolf, but I don't want to hurt anyone, if you know what I mean. Severus hasn't tried to poison me once. Dumbledore would have his hide if he did. Be back soon," he said stepping out the door.
He knew Sirius was going to want to get out, so he magically locked the door with a password and headed down the stairs, practically leaping from each landing. There was only one thing.
He wanted to be 16 as well.
He wanted to be able to talk to Sirius as he used too.
Maybe if he went through the veil then he could get someone to bring him back—but that was silly.
Wasn't it?
**
The raced down the halls of Hogwarts then came to a gargoyle and muttered " Skiving Snackboxes" (of which Dumbledore had taken a supreme liking to) and walked up the stairs in order to get there faster. The opened the door to Dumbledore's office and slammed it behind him, quite out of breath.
" Remus," Dumbledore greeted lightly. " Wonderful to see you. Am I certain in saying that the business that kept you so occupied yesterday is all but solved?"
"Ah, quite Albus. But I have a confession to make—"
A/N: What do you think? Is it awful? I spent to long trying to get it right, I have a Beta Reader now, my excellent friend Kate Stephens, known to me as Meowface so she will be proof reading! I'm so sorry I took so long. I had to endure exams!
Now i have to go to Camp and i'll have a lot of time thinking with my excellent friends about my plot line. i have a few ideas, i just have to pull them of...
PLease review, they mean the world to me, and they will be a nice surprise when i get back on the net!
Phoenix
Thanks to all my wonderful reviewers! You make all this hard work worthwhile! Hehehehe! Hard work….
Chapter 5: Sirius, seriously?
Remus' eyes were wide with shock.
Sirius Black
His best friend
Was 16
" Did you take an aging potion or something," Sirius joked. " You look terrible!" and he gave a bark like laugh.
When Remus didn't say anything Sirius got up and walked around.
" OK, spill your beans Moony," he said. " What happened to this place? It's so… filthy. What happened to you? What's going on? I mean it, that look of yours only means trouble"
Remus got up and walked over to him. He always remembered Sirius to be taller than him but now he was taller than Sirius, but not by much.
"Sirius—" he started, and then stopped.
What the hell was he going to say? Look, mate, you died at age 36 and I was lonely so I brought you back through the map. James and Lily are dead; Peter sold them to a dark wizard that you've never heard of before in your life. You spent the last fifteen years in Azkaban for a crime that you didn't commit, Peter did, and you escaped. We have formed a secret revolt against this wizard because he came back to life after supposedly dying after killing James and Lily but their son, Harry Potter who is your godson, stopped him. Are you with me?
"Come on! What's going on? Where's James?" the boy demanded, beginning to sound worried.
" What's going on?" Lupin repeated faintly. " Sirius…James, he… I need to tell you something and it's very important," he said resolute.
They went over and sat down, Remus on his desk chair and Sirius on his bed, the charming, handsome smile barely recognisable amongst the confusion.
" Remus—" Sirius started but he held up a hand to cut his off.
" You need to listen to me Sirius," he said, his stare never faltering. Suddenly he was chocked for words.
Remus sighed. This was going to be tough, really tough. He cleared his throat and began to explain the whole situation, slowly and during that time Sirius sat there in silence, listening intently at everything he was saying.
" So…I'm dead?" he said at last. "James and Lily are…dead?"
Remus nodded his head. " They got married just after we left school."
" And you're 36?" he asked.
" Yes."
" And I am too?"
" Yes."
" And this evil Wizard, Voldemort, killed James?"
" Yes."
" But couldn't kill…Harry, is it?"
" That's right."
" Why not?"
" Because Lily put an ancient curse on him so that he would be saved. You see there was this prophesy…" Remus stared a new chapter in Sirius' life once again, and again, he listened.
There was an awkward silence. Sirius was looking down. His former life was plotted out before his eyes. Everything that had happened to him, everything that had happened to his friends, everything that now seemed so pointless.
" Merlin Moony…I don't know what to say…I'm dead! My family is dead. My friends are dead! I have a godson who is living with Muggles…I have to be nice to Snivelly!"
" No you don't. Your 36 year old self didn't like him."
" But Remus," he said looking up. " Am I going to have to be my 36 year-old self?"
Remus had never thought about this. He had thought about how he was going to explain everything and he wondered how Sirius would react. He had hit both of them on the head, but now he wondered, could Sirius be free to live the life he never had? Could he start again, could he make his second chance better?
" Ah, well, Sirius, I don't think so," he said slowly. "I guess this means that you can start again, make different choices. No one is going to recognise you, at least no one out hunting for you."
" Oh," he said. " But I don't know anything. The last thing I remember is how to transfigure a Niffler into a Puffskein."
" Well, that's a start," he chuckled. " I can't remember how to do that."
There was an awkward silence, the both of them looking at each other. Sirius: fit and athletic, handsome and dashing. Remus: old and greying, shabbily dressed and pathetic looking.
" And the Map…our map. You brought me back from using the spell of rearrangement?"
Remus nodded. " A memory."
Sirius looked uncertain. " A memory?" he repeated. " Of me as a sixteen year old?"
Remus didn't answer his question; he knew that the answer was blatantly obvious, Sirius was capable of working that out for himself through his 36 year old friend's steady gaze.
" Sirius," he said. " I—I was wondering whether you could stay here while I got out for a bit, get someone here…I need to work a few things out. I wont be more than half an hour. Please don't go wandering, because I know you will. There are lots of people in this house and I don't want to create a huge fuss—"
" What? Oh, maybe I should come with you," he said, apparently not hearing the last part of his sentence.
" No, Sirius, it's best that you stay here, I'll bring them to you."
" That's the non fuss way isn't it?" he said managing a smile. " You always were like that. Pleasing people was always your strong point."
" Yes, I know. Stiff old Remus eh? Prefect Remus, the controllable one. Did I forget to mention that there is a cure for being a Werewolf now? Wolfsbane Potion. I get Severus to brew it for me once a month—" then on seeing the disappointment, then disgust on Sirius' face he quickly added, "I can still be a werewolf, but I don't want to hurt anyone, if you know what I mean. Severus hasn't tried to poison me once. Dumbledore would have his hide if he did. Be back soon," he said stepping out the door.
He knew Sirius was going to want to get out, so he magically locked the door with a password and headed down the stairs, practically leaping from each landing. There was only one thing.
He wanted to be 16 as well.
He wanted to be able to talk to Sirius as he used too.
Maybe if he went through the veil then he could get someone to bring him back—but that was silly.
Wasn't it?
**
The raced down the halls of Hogwarts then came to a gargoyle and muttered " Skiving Snackboxes" (of which Dumbledore had taken a supreme liking to) and walked up the stairs in order to get there faster. The opened the door to Dumbledore's office and slammed it behind him, quite out of breath.
" Remus," Dumbledore greeted lightly. " Wonderful to see you. Am I certain in saying that the business that kept you so occupied yesterday is all but solved?"
"Ah, quite Albus. But I have a confession to make—"
A/N: What do you think? Is it awful? I spent to long trying to get it right, I have a Beta Reader now, my excellent friend Kate Stephens, known to me as Meowface so she will be proof reading! I'm so sorry I took so long. I had to endure exams!
Now i have to go to Camp and i'll have a lot of time thinking with my excellent friends about my plot line. i have a few ideas, i just have to pull them of...
PLease review, they mean the world to me, and they will be a nice surprise when i get back on the net!
Phoenix