Author: Darkjedi_queen
Rating: PG
Summary:
Summary: An alternate universe fic. Sirius didn't kill the 13 muggles. He only killed Peter, and was released from Prison after only10 years in there. Then he disappeared. Now, Harry's sparked interest in his missing godfather leads him to a man who calls Himself 'The Grim.'
Disclaimer: I own nothing, don't sue. Thanks
A/N- Ok, heres the deal, guys. I have been through hell and back to get this chapter and I have decided God does not want this fic to have a chapter ten. First, I must've left the disk in the computer lab because when I looked in my bag, it was gone; next, after re-writing the whole thing, the library's computer eats it. I'm not making this up. It chewed my new disk up and spit it back at me, and now word doc is nothing except those little symbols and stuff, you know the things I'm talking about. And by this time I was way over due anyway, because I was trying to "re-think' and 're-vamp' the story, so I apologize it the story gets a little strange in this chapter, I think I've made Cyrus out a little differently in this chapter than I did in the others, and I have a reason, I apologize if no one likes the new "thing" I'm trying to do, and if everyone hates it, then I'll go back to the original 'script,' as it were (which consist of an entire note book full of nothing but stuff on this fic that I started to keep LONG before chapter 1) Anyway, to make up for the unfortunate delays, I have decided to post the first half of chapter ten and the rest in a few short days, depending on if anyone likes what I'm trying to do. I am SO sorry about this; can you please find it in your heart to forgive me?
The Wall, chapter 10 (1/2) ************
Remus sighed and threw himself into his chair in his office, glaring as if angry at the large desk before him. It had been a long day and was showing signs of being a longer morning. Dumbledore had left his office, as far as Remus knew, and even Filtch had gone to his rooms for the morning.
Harry was safely tucked in his bed in Gryffindor tower, sound asleep and dreaming. Now all that Remus had to do was walk down the hall and crawl in HIS bed and not have to worry about the mess he had gotten himself into until later that morning when the first class of the year started.
But he couldn't. No matter how hard he tried to sleep, he couldn't.
It wasn't that he wasn't tired, quite the contrary. Perhaps he was too tired. That would explain a lot. Perhaps it was that he was not used to the daily routine or the normalcy and formality that came with being a Hogwarts teacher. He had been so worried and flustered with Harry. And Cyrus antics over the summer were not at all appreciated, despite the good intentions. All of it had suddenly come down on Remus. He was at Hogwarts, not as a student this time, but as a teacher. He was TEACHING! Not just Harry, who had been the only child on Remus mind the last few years, but quite a few others, some of which Remus didn't even know the name of (DUH!). He now had a real job, not three or four small ones on the side of his research on his own half-human species. And his days would be so.........Normal......... so.........manufactured.........
Get up, eat, teach, eat, teach, break, and eat some more you pig, break, and sleep. Get up, eat......... it was a wonder the teachers hadn't gone mad.
"How did I handle this normalcy when I was in school?"
"You had me and James to mess with your head after class was over."
Remus found himself sighing at his companion in irritation. "You know, Cyrus, some people may find your lack of a formal introduction rather disturbing."
"Why, Remus, I thought we had pasted all the formalities years ago."
"Not quite." Remus mumbled, taking his dark glare off his desk and on to the black-clad figure in front of him. Remus only just masked his surprise when he saw the ever-present figure in before him in a completely new disposition.
Remus had noticed, despite all his attempts to relax him, that Cyrus had always sat straight backed and tense any time he took a seat. Now, Cyrus had collapsed in a VERY rare sign of exhaustion in one of the two chairs Remus had brought from home, his back against the right arm and his legs thrown over the other. Remus was almost instantly reminded of the many years ago when he and Sirius would baby-sit Harry. The night would always end the same, Remus stretched out on the couch, covered in baby food and god knew what else, and Sirius would be slumped in a chair, exactly as he was now, smiling with their sleeping baby charge resting on his chest. It almost made Remus eyes water.
It seemed Hogwarts had released the 20-year-old Sirius Black that Remus knew had to still be in there. Where else could he have gone?
"Oh, so I guess you would like me to make an introduction whenever I come into your presence?"
For a moment, Remus was stunned. This was familiar; this was a game between the two. They had not played it in years, at least not properly.........
"You know, not really. I'm now used to you answering my personal musings every time I turn around."
"You really shouldn't talk to yourself, you might just start answering yourself."
"But why would I start answering myself when you conveniently do it for me?"
"Ah, but I wouldn't have to answer you if you didn't ask the questions in the first place."
"So if I didn't speak aloud about my problems, then I would never see you again?"
"You would see me." Cyrus said suddenly shifting in the chair until he was sitting properly in it, though he was still slumped over in it, much to Remus' relief.
"I would just have to tell you I was coming. And you said you didn't want that."
"And since when have you done anything I have asked of you?"
"Well, never. But you were never a teacher before, Professor Lupin."
Remus felt the blood rising in his cheeks, but he didn't miss the new color of seriousness in Cyrus eyes.
"Well, for Harry........."
"For Harry........."
The conversations humor ended almost instantly, both voices faded in to silence that seemed to last an eternity, Remus thought the phrase everyday, but it had been years since he had actually said it. The "Battle Cry" the friends had used all those years ago was the more than just two words that had held them together before, during and after the fights and battles and trips to foreign lands to hold meeting with strange and covert characters, it was a declaration of the truth, the four (now two) friends lived their lives so children like Harry (But mostly Harry) could live with a normal Happy life, oblivious to the damage that had been done to their peaceful wizarding world before they could remember. It was a reminder of why the two men in the room now lived their life day-to-day. Knowing that they were doing it for something, someone, and it made it all seem worthwhile to Remus.
"Why are you doing this, Cyrus? Coming out like this, first to Harry and then the episode at the station.......... You're never done this before and you're scaring me........."
Cyrus, much to Remus' dismay, stood up and walked toward the shelf against the wall in front of Remus, where pictures of their time at Hogwarts now stood proudly in front of his dozens of reference books.
"We have to get him."
"Wh.........what?"
"Harry, we have to get him, soon. He.........He'll not be safe at his relatives' home anymore. You have to get him out and with us, it's the safest place he'll ever be........"
"Why?" Remus felt himself stand shakily out of his chair and join Cyrus over at the shelf, staring at the smiling eyes of Lily and James Potter.
Cyrus sighed and turned to face him again, only to look down at his hands, which Remus noticed with some dismay, had a dark green bloodstained cloth around his right palm, a fresh wound.
"I .........can't be sure yet.........But I think.........something's going to happen..........soon"
He stopped his flushed sentence and looked Remus in the eye. Piercing blue that had seen too much met Remus light, tired and haggard looking brown.
"I am .........worried, Remus. I know it sounds ridicules; I haven't been completely calm since........."A pause, Remus suspected he knew when the last time Cyrus had been free of worry, only back then he was still Sirius." Anyway, I .........I'm sorry. Sorry for not telling you these things, you have as much right as me to know what threatens Harry and what doesn't, probably more, I should have told you this sooner........."
Remus felt his heart quicken slightly, what was going on?
"Cyrus, what.........? What's wrong?"
"I've found something out, Remus, something I think you should know before you start teaching, I can't explain it, I'm still trying to find out as much as I can, trying to piece it all together............. But I'm right, and prey I'm not, then there's a good chance that Harry is in a lot more danger than he's been in years, but.........I'm rambling, aren't I? Sit Remus, me and you are over due for a very long, and very important talk."
Remus felt his breathe catch in his throat, and he stumbled over to the chair Cyrus had just vacated and sat down, now completely sure that whatever Cyrus had to tell him, it was not going to be good.
"I suppose I should start the night before.........the night before Lily and James died........."
I'll be going on a trip with the sophomore class, and I will be on the bus for four and a half hours, so I'll have plenty of time to write the next part of this chapter, have it typed by next weekend, and then try to get back on a regular schedule. (At least, that's the plan. And my plans never get carried out). Please tell me what you think; I hope to have reviews when I get back!
Rating: PG
Summary:
Summary: An alternate universe fic. Sirius didn't kill the 13 muggles. He only killed Peter, and was released from Prison after only10 years in there. Then he disappeared. Now, Harry's sparked interest in his missing godfather leads him to a man who calls Himself 'The Grim.'
Disclaimer: I own nothing, don't sue. Thanks
A/N- Ok, heres the deal, guys. I have been through hell and back to get this chapter and I have decided God does not want this fic to have a chapter ten. First, I must've left the disk in the computer lab because when I looked in my bag, it was gone; next, after re-writing the whole thing, the library's computer eats it. I'm not making this up. It chewed my new disk up and spit it back at me, and now word doc is nothing except those little symbols and stuff, you know the things I'm talking about. And by this time I was way over due anyway, because I was trying to "re-think' and 're-vamp' the story, so I apologize it the story gets a little strange in this chapter, I think I've made Cyrus out a little differently in this chapter than I did in the others, and I have a reason, I apologize if no one likes the new "thing" I'm trying to do, and if everyone hates it, then I'll go back to the original 'script,' as it were (which consist of an entire note book full of nothing but stuff on this fic that I started to keep LONG before chapter 1) Anyway, to make up for the unfortunate delays, I have decided to post the first half of chapter ten and the rest in a few short days, depending on if anyone likes what I'm trying to do. I am SO sorry about this; can you please find it in your heart to forgive me?
The Wall, chapter 10 (1/2) ************
Remus sighed and threw himself into his chair in his office, glaring as if angry at the large desk before him. It had been a long day and was showing signs of being a longer morning. Dumbledore had left his office, as far as Remus knew, and even Filtch had gone to his rooms for the morning.
Harry was safely tucked in his bed in Gryffindor tower, sound asleep and dreaming. Now all that Remus had to do was walk down the hall and crawl in HIS bed and not have to worry about the mess he had gotten himself into until later that morning when the first class of the year started.
But he couldn't. No matter how hard he tried to sleep, he couldn't.
It wasn't that he wasn't tired, quite the contrary. Perhaps he was too tired. That would explain a lot. Perhaps it was that he was not used to the daily routine or the normalcy and formality that came with being a Hogwarts teacher. He had been so worried and flustered with Harry. And Cyrus antics over the summer were not at all appreciated, despite the good intentions. All of it had suddenly come down on Remus. He was at Hogwarts, not as a student this time, but as a teacher. He was TEACHING! Not just Harry, who had been the only child on Remus mind the last few years, but quite a few others, some of which Remus didn't even know the name of (DUH!). He now had a real job, not three or four small ones on the side of his research on his own half-human species. And his days would be so.........Normal......... so.........manufactured.........
Get up, eat, teach, eat, teach, break, and eat some more you pig, break, and sleep. Get up, eat......... it was a wonder the teachers hadn't gone mad.
"How did I handle this normalcy when I was in school?"
"You had me and James to mess with your head after class was over."
Remus found himself sighing at his companion in irritation. "You know, Cyrus, some people may find your lack of a formal introduction rather disturbing."
"Why, Remus, I thought we had pasted all the formalities years ago."
"Not quite." Remus mumbled, taking his dark glare off his desk and on to the black-clad figure in front of him. Remus only just masked his surprise when he saw the ever-present figure in before him in a completely new disposition.
Remus had noticed, despite all his attempts to relax him, that Cyrus had always sat straight backed and tense any time he took a seat. Now, Cyrus had collapsed in a VERY rare sign of exhaustion in one of the two chairs Remus had brought from home, his back against the right arm and his legs thrown over the other. Remus was almost instantly reminded of the many years ago when he and Sirius would baby-sit Harry. The night would always end the same, Remus stretched out on the couch, covered in baby food and god knew what else, and Sirius would be slumped in a chair, exactly as he was now, smiling with their sleeping baby charge resting on his chest. It almost made Remus eyes water.
It seemed Hogwarts had released the 20-year-old Sirius Black that Remus knew had to still be in there. Where else could he have gone?
"Oh, so I guess you would like me to make an introduction whenever I come into your presence?"
For a moment, Remus was stunned. This was familiar; this was a game between the two. They had not played it in years, at least not properly.........
"You know, not really. I'm now used to you answering my personal musings every time I turn around."
"You really shouldn't talk to yourself, you might just start answering yourself."
"But why would I start answering myself when you conveniently do it for me?"
"Ah, but I wouldn't have to answer you if you didn't ask the questions in the first place."
"So if I didn't speak aloud about my problems, then I would never see you again?"
"You would see me." Cyrus said suddenly shifting in the chair until he was sitting properly in it, though he was still slumped over in it, much to Remus' relief.
"I would just have to tell you I was coming. And you said you didn't want that."
"And since when have you done anything I have asked of you?"
"Well, never. But you were never a teacher before, Professor Lupin."
Remus felt the blood rising in his cheeks, but he didn't miss the new color of seriousness in Cyrus eyes.
"Well, for Harry........."
"For Harry........."
The conversations humor ended almost instantly, both voices faded in to silence that seemed to last an eternity, Remus thought the phrase everyday, but it had been years since he had actually said it. The "Battle Cry" the friends had used all those years ago was the more than just two words that had held them together before, during and after the fights and battles and trips to foreign lands to hold meeting with strange and covert characters, it was a declaration of the truth, the four (now two) friends lived their lives so children like Harry (But mostly Harry) could live with a normal Happy life, oblivious to the damage that had been done to their peaceful wizarding world before they could remember. It was a reminder of why the two men in the room now lived their life day-to-day. Knowing that they were doing it for something, someone, and it made it all seem worthwhile to Remus.
"Why are you doing this, Cyrus? Coming out like this, first to Harry and then the episode at the station.......... You're never done this before and you're scaring me........."
Cyrus, much to Remus' dismay, stood up and walked toward the shelf against the wall in front of Remus, where pictures of their time at Hogwarts now stood proudly in front of his dozens of reference books.
"We have to get him."
"Wh.........what?"
"Harry, we have to get him, soon. He.........He'll not be safe at his relatives' home anymore. You have to get him out and with us, it's the safest place he'll ever be........"
"Why?" Remus felt himself stand shakily out of his chair and join Cyrus over at the shelf, staring at the smiling eyes of Lily and James Potter.
Cyrus sighed and turned to face him again, only to look down at his hands, which Remus noticed with some dismay, had a dark green bloodstained cloth around his right palm, a fresh wound.
"I .........can't be sure yet.........But I think.........something's going to happen..........soon"
He stopped his flushed sentence and looked Remus in the eye. Piercing blue that had seen too much met Remus light, tired and haggard looking brown.
"I am .........worried, Remus. I know it sounds ridicules; I haven't been completely calm since........."A pause, Remus suspected he knew when the last time Cyrus had been free of worry, only back then he was still Sirius." Anyway, I .........I'm sorry. Sorry for not telling you these things, you have as much right as me to know what threatens Harry and what doesn't, probably more, I should have told you this sooner........."
Remus felt his heart quicken slightly, what was going on?
"Cyrus, what.........? What's wrong?"
"I've found something out, Remus, something I think you should know before you start teaching, I can't explain it, I'm still trying to find out as much as I can, trying to piece it all together............. But I'm right, and prey I'm not, then there's a good chance that Harry is in a lot more danger than he's been in years, but.........I'm rambling, aren't I? Sit Remus, me and you are over due for a very long, and very important talk."
Remus felt his breathe catch in his throat, and he stumbled over to the chair Cyrus had just vacated and sat down, now completely sure that whatever Cyrus had to tell him, it was not going to be good.
"I suppose I should start the night before.........the night before Lily and James died........."
I'll be going on a trip with the sophomore class, and I will be on the bus for four and a half hours, so I'll have plenty of time to write the next part of this chapter, have it typed by next weekend, and then try to get back on a regular schedule. (At least, that's the plan. And my plans never get carried out). Please tell me what you think; I hope to have reviews when I get back!