From Behind the Veil
By: Sailoranime
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Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter plot, characters, and other such things. I am merely borrowing them for a couple of hours a week so I can write something my fans will enjoy. Oh, and you guys, too. ^_~
AN: Okay, I'm taking a small break from my break. I really felt like writing this, so I had to. Still not sure when I'm coming back from my 'break'. Not that anyone cares, anyhow.
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Harry sat in his room, contemplating his homework about time travel. His mind soon got stuck in the never-ending cycle of it. He wrinkled his nose and took out the time turner.
" Screw that. I'll just copy off of Seamus." he concluded irritably. He took the time-turner out from under his pillow and threw it against the wall. A pearly-white figure rose from it.
" I am the Wizard of Time. I can transport three people from the past and bring them to your present with no consequence. Make your pick within 30 seconds, or your lose this oppotunity." Harry, however, heard nothing of this. He was already very absorbed in a playboy that had somehow gotten under his shirt before he'd left Dung's room. And when he finally did look up, the pearly-white figure was gone.
Harry sighed. He was very bored. He was about to get up, when his door opened. Sirius appeared at the doorway.
" Harry?"
" No, it's me, James." Harry answered sarcastically. Sirius's eyes widened.
" James? I... you...?"
Harry's eyes widened. He truly believed he was James? He was about to confess, when he had an idea. This could be a lot of fun.
"Sirius! How dare you not talk to my son about me and Lily? He will forever live with that disgusting, although funny, image of me in Snape's pensieve!"
Sirius grinned. "No, actually. I gave him the picture I took of you at your parents's house. You know, the one with you sitting on the toilet."
Harry snickered. He had to admit, his perception of his father HAD changed when he'd seen the picture.
"Anyway, how come I didn't see you guys when I died?" Sirius asked, sitting at the foot of the bed. Harry cursed under his breath.
"Uh... well, you weren't supposed to stay dead, so they gave you the free trial version." Harry smacked himself mentally. What a crappy answer. It seemed to sound logical to Sirius, though, because he did not question him further.
"Yeah... it figures. I liked the wild parties and all the different kinds of liquor, but I knew any heaven without yellow boxers was definitely not somewhere I wanted to go."
Harry snickered. Yellow boxers? Sirius kept talking.
" You know I walways had a thing for them. Remember when I jumped on Remus that time he wore yellow ones? I think he might have read into that a little too much. I swear I've seen him peeking at me while I'm showering..."
"Sirius!" Harry screamed. "I'm an impressionable 16 year old boy! Don't talk to me about things like this!"
Sirius looked shocked.
" Harry? Harry! It's you! You'll never believe who I was talking to. Your dad!"
" I thought YOU were my dad." Harry answered, confused. " That's what Mr. Remus Lupin said."
Sirius shook his head. "No, I told you Remus was your dad."
" But he said-"
" Forget what he said!" Sirius answered, exasperated.
"Okay, whatever. What's so amazing about you talking to Mr. Remus Lupin?"
"No! I didn't talk to him! I talked to your dad!"
" But you just said..."
"Look, I'm not about to give you a straight answer for that question. You think I want to get all those Harry/Sirius, Harry/Remus, Harry/James son/father writers on my ass?" Harry shrugged.
"Alright, you talked to James. But how? He's dead?" Harry answered with genuine puzzlement, having forgotten he'd pretended to be James.
" I don't know... one minute he was here, and then..." Sirius shrugged, "Who cares? Anyway, I came to tell you we're going to Diagon Alley tomorrow, so get your stuff ready. I need to buy all my teaching supplies too."
"But you're not teaching, you're going to pass off as Dumbledore."
" Yeah... I know. I have to go buy some of that really cool growth potion he uses for his head and beard. Dumbledore's as bald as a... a... something bald." Sirius shrugged and headed for the door.
" Wait!"
" What is it, Harry?" Sirius turned around and looked at Harry expectantly.
"Was my dad a seeker or chaser?" Harry asked timidly. Sirius laughed heartily and looked at Harry with a very amused expression on his face.
" Was you father a seeker or a chaser? I expected you to know at least a little about your father."
Harry lowered his eyes, ashamed.
" So was he a seeker or a chaser?" he asked again. Sirius controlled his urge to laugh.
" Neither... he was the towel boy."
By: Sailoranime
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Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter plot, characters, and other such things. I am merely borrowing them for a couple of hours a week so I can write something my fans will enjoy. Oh, and you guys, too. ^_~
AN: Okay, I'm taking a small break from my break. I really felt like writing this, so I had to. Still not sure when I'm coming back from my 'break'. Not that anyone cares, anyhow.
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Harry sat in his room, contemplating his homework about time travel. His mind soon got stuck in the never-ending cycle of it. He wrinkled his nose and took out the time turner.
" Screw that. I'll just copy off of Seamus." he concluded irritably. He took the time-turner out from under his pillow and threw it against the wall. A pearly-white figure rose from it.
" I am the Wizard of Time. I can transport three people from the past and bring them to your present with no consequence. Make your pick within 30 seconds, or your lose this oppotunity." Harry, however, heard nothing of this. He was already very absorbed in a playboy that had somehow gotten under his shirt before he'd left Dung's room. And when he finally did look up, the pearly-white figure was gone.
Harry sighed. He was very bored. He was about to get up, when his door opened. Sirius appeared at the doorway.
" Harry?"
" No, it's me, James." Harry answered sarcastically. Sirius's eyes widened.
" James? I... you...?"
Harry's eyes widened. He truly believed he was James? He was about to confess, when he had an idea. This could be a lot of fun.
"Sirius! How dare you not talk to my son about me and Lily? He will forever live with that disgusting, although funny, image of me in Snape's pensieve!"
Sirius grinned. "No, actually. I gave him the picture I took of you at your parents's house. You know, the one with you sitting on the toilet."
Harry snickered. He had to admit, his perception of his father HAD changed when he'd seen the picture.
"Anyway, how come I didn't see you guys when I died?" Sirius asked, sitting at the foot of the bed. Harry cursed under his breath.
"Uh... well, you weren't supposed to stay dead, so they gave you the free trial version." Harry smacked himself mentally. What a crappy answer. It seemed to sound logical to Sirius, though, because he did not question him further.
"Yeah... it figures. I liked the wild parties and all the different kinds of liquor, but I knew any heaven without yellow boxers was definitely not somewhere I wanted to go."
Harry snickered. Yellow boxers? Sirius kept talking.
" You know I walways had a thing for them. Remember when I jumped on Remus that time he wore yellow ones? I think he might have read into that a little too much. I swear I've seen him peeking at me while I'm showering..."
"Sirius!" Harry screamed. "I'm an impressionable 16 year old boy! Don't talk to me about things like this!"
Sirius looked shocked.
" Harry? Harry! It's you! You'll never believe who I was talking to. Your dad!"
" I thought YOU were my dad." Harry answered, confused. " That's what Mr. Remus Lupin said."
Sirius shook his head. "No, I told you Remus was your dad."
" But he said-"
" Forget what he said!" Sirius answered, exasperated.
"Okay, whatever. What's so amazing about you talking to Mr. Remus Lupin?"
"No! I didn't talk to him! I talked to your dad!"
" But you just said..."
"Look, I'm not about to give you a straight answer for that question. You think I want to get all those Harry/Sirius, Harry/Remus, Harry/James son/father writers on my ass?" Harry shrugged.
"Alright, you talked to James. But how? He's dead?" Harry answered with genuine puzzlement, having forgotten he'd pretended to be James.
" I don't know... one minute he was here, and then..." Sirius shrugged, "Who cares? Anyway, I came to tell you we're going to Diagon Alley tomorrow, so get your stuff ready. I need to buy all my teaching supplies too."
"But you're not teaching, you're going to pass off as Dumbledore."
" Yeah... I know. I have to go buy some of that really cool growth potion he uses for his head and beard. Dumbledore's as bald as a... a... something bald." Sirius shrugged and headed for the door.
" Wait!"
" What is it, Harry?" Sirius turned around and looked at Harry expectantly.
"Was my dad a seeker or chaser?" Harry asked timidly. Sirius laughed heartily and looked at Harry with a very amused expression on his face.
" Was you father a seeker or a chaser? I expected you to know at least a little about your father."
Harry lowered his eyes, ashamed.
" So was he a seeker or a chaser?" he asked again. Sirius controlled his urge to laugh.
" Neither... he was the towel boy."