One: Sirius Black is back!!!!
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'This is amazing, what is he doing here?'
'Is he alive? How can he be alive?'
'Should we call Aurors?'
'no, he's been cleared'
'But he was supposed to be dead. I...'
The people, visitors and employees, in the entrance hall of the Ministry of Magic were crowding around the fountain, gossiping the most unusual and surprising appearance of man's body on the edge of the pool. They were talking, but nobody wanted to move and act first. Until...
'What's going on?' Arthur Weasley came on that day a little later and was astonished by the crowd that unable him to get into. When the people moved backwards (none of them wanted to be known as curious spectator), Weasley swore. 'Oh, fuck! Is he alive?' there was of couse no answer because none of the hundreds of people bothered to check Sirius' pulse. 'Tonks' he turned to a violet haired lady that followed him, 'Quick, let know at St. Mungo's, I'm taking him there. And Dumbledore, and' he hesitated a while 'at the, you know. They should know too.'
Tonks nodded, unable to say a word. She wanted to laugh because of the happiness. If Sirius Black was back, maybe they had a chance to win this time. Voldemort and his supporters wanted so madly to hurt Harry Potter and the Order members and were so sure they won. And now, with the return of Sirius, their grates victory was their greatest fall!
She disapparated with a loud "pop" and Arthur, helped by some good people, took the unconscious body of Sirius to the hospital. He was not sure whether Black was alive, or if he wanted ever to be turned back to life. Sirius was pale as a white wall, his lips were more gray than pink and they could hardly hear the beats of his heart. He was also very cold and his clothes were torn and dirty. But Arthur couldn't help noticing that Sirius was very calm. Unusually calm, indeed.
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'What do you think, Professor?' finally asked Mr. Weasley, though all of the gathered people wanted to hear Headmaster's opinion about it. Tonks, Lupin, Shacklebolt and the Weasleys were all staring at Dumbledore's face, which, as so often, was totally uncanny. He was either amused or confused or was enjoying the moment and whole situation. He said nothing for a while. He was observing through the glass wall that divided them from Sirius' room the job that the healers were doing around Black. He was not sure what to think about it. He was happy, of course but it was strange that dead people came back from heaven, unconscious, but definitely alive. The healers were convinced that Sirius was in a special type of coma, which had no influence on his body (only the lack of air and food made him weaker). They supposed he didn't want to wake.
'I would like to wait until he wakes up,' began Dumbledore thoughtfully. 'All I know are suspicions, and it means that I know nothing. Yes, I've never heard about such case before. And I must admit that I'm happy it'd happened to Sirius.'
'But it isn't normal that the veil threw him away, just like that, is it?' Tonks asked nervously while the others were waiting for a little bit more of Albus' words.
'No, Nymphadora' the Headmaster was the only one who dared calling her like that. 'Definitely not normal. But amazing. Amazing, indeed. We have to wait,' he turned to the rest. 'We have to go back to work as well, but I'm sure one of you will always be here and wait for him to...'
He stopped for a while, deep in his thoughts, but soon continued.
'To wake. Yes. And try not to tell others, I hope it will be a secret till he recovers. Anyone.'
'You mean' Remus asked slowly. 'That there is a possibility that he won't?' his voice trembled. Dumbledore gazed at him and slowly nodded.
'We... we cannot be sure if it won't happen, these parts of magic, connected with life have their own ruled. But' he smiled at last. 'Let's hope.'
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Remus Lupin was sitting on a chair in lifeless Sirius' room, reading paper. It was hi third night there, almost a fortnight after Black's return. Sirius' condition didn't change and nothing seemed that it would soon. They couldn't, of course, keep it all quiet, the papers wrote about the incident the day after. And they couldn't keep Harry away from the news: he was informed and was so excited. Remus was afraid that Harry had too many expectations and they could not happen. Sirius was probably not to wake and live. Headmaster forbid Harry, and any of the youth, go into the Hospital, he wanted them safe. And till Sirius wasn't able to speak about the whole situation, the situation was dangerous.
Remus had those thoughts too. What if it had something to do with Dark Arts? Not only with the ancient power of veil? He knew it worried Dumbledore, but they had no chance to verify it with Sirius ill and unconscious. And he was out cold with no symptoms of recovery. Lupin had been slowly getting over the second loss of best friend and wasn't sure if he could manage it once again.
He was tired after a long day and must have fallen asleep, uncomfortably on the chair, when an odd sound woke him up. He looked around and spotted Sirius, who definitely came round, sitting on the hospital bed, bewildered and stunned.
'Sirius, thank G..' Remus begun, but hoarse voice of Sirius interrupted him. He was looking around, as if he was seeking something.
'Where is she, Remus, where's she gone?' he asked with panic and wanted to get out of bed, but Remus was quick enough to stop him and then he inquired softly. Poor mate, was he still bringing to mind the sight of Bellatrix Lestrange, fighting against him and killing him?
'Calm down, it's ok, Padfoot. Almost a month had passed since that battle and they were all gone, quiet, Lestrange too...'
Sirius tried to get out of his hold and run away but at the sound of that name he stopped and glanced at friend with disbelief.
'Who were talking about that idiot Lestrange?' he asked and Lupin could only complain in mind about the behavior of his friend, who looked as if he paid no respect to someone who had killed him.
'So who did you mean?'
'The girl...' Sirius grumbled. 'The girl with green eyes, in the tunnel... Was she here?'
'Sirius, I have no idea who're you talkin' about? Quiet, it must have been a dream...'
'IT WAS NOT A DREAM!!! I HAVEN'T DREAMT, I MET HER...'
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'Are you sure?' asked Dumbledore, who visited St. Mungo's as soon as he'd been informed about Sirius improvement. 'It really could have been a dream and you weren't dead.'
'Of course I weren't dead, but I wasn't alive either. And I wasn't dreaming.' He was speaking calmly now, because he understood HIS woman must have been thrown to another place. 'I met her there, in the same condition as me, and I believe that she, or rather the... things...I felt enabled me to come back... Will you understand me please, Professor?
Dumbledore gazed at him with sympathy. He needed to tell Sirius what he thought, even if it would hurt him. He knew he had to do it because he'd learnt that avoiding to tell means often troubles.
'I don't know to answer, Sirius. Even your return is mysterious. Your story would suit it, just as anything else. And nobody here has experience in such matters. I think' he hesitated. 'The image, and please don't irritate yourself, might have been a display of your hidden desires. Let us just be happy because of your recovery.'
'I don't know, why should I be pleased with the fact that everyone thinks I'm out of mind falling in love with a dreamy image or something.'
'Sirius, don't get angry...' began Remus when they were left for alone talk once again.
'Rest' said Sirius sarcastically. 'take care, think of nice things. Man, I can't think of anything else!'
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Whenever Sirius was left alone and he closed his eyes he could picture the eyes of unforgettable girl, whom he did not know and who was doubted to exist. He dreamt about her in the night and could picture the most wonderful moment of their meeting. He imagined her walking through his door, accidentally touching him in Muggle subway, sitting down by him in a pub. These images changed, but he was in constant dreaming state. Visits annoyed him, but he was very thankful that people came to him.
'Siriuuuuus!!!!' shouted Harry as he ran into the room. He jumped on the bed and hugged his godfather strongly. 'I thought I lost you!'
Sirius hugged him back and felt unbelievably calm; not as calm as with the girl, though, for the first time he felt he could manage being godfather. He smiled.
'You'll never lose me, Harry. I'll always be there for you.' He said those popular words but understood their meaning as never before. 'And I won't be that stupid again' he laughed.
'It was me who was stupid, Sirius' said Harry seriously sitting on the edge of his bed. Sirius laughed once again. 'Stop laughing!' Harry was almost irritated. 'I feel so embarrassed and so relieved.'
'Harry, you don't have to be that clever at the age of' he hesitated 'sixteen. Look, I've missed again your birthday!'
'Oh, it doesn't matter, man! Just, don't change the subject.'
'All my life I've been changing subjects, even though I'm the one who always says what he thinks. I was offered another chance and I'm not gonna waste it!'
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Sirius was still in the centre, the medical treatment was doing him well, but he had to be still under observation. He was reading papers, the most funny were those from the week after he "died". Strange journalist were writing about how brave he was, he, who had been mistreated so long! And the same people wrote about Voldemort and Fudge's plans what to do (Sirius smiled, that were Dumbledore's plans, of course). He enjoyed other information as well. For example, extraordinarily, the Quidditch League was won by Manchester Dragons, first time in the history.
He didn't want to read about the Order, he knew that the news he obtained from the members were truer. It surprised him, but the papers wrote about the school. They were worried that the headmaster was left without DADA teacher again and were wondering who should take the post. The Minister, how astonishing!, decided to leave the matter to Dumbledore, who said that was very happy about that and asked the magical society not to worry.
'They're really worried about you' Sirius laughed. Albus acted as he didn't heard.
'And I'm worried about you. Are you fine.'
'I've never been better! So, have you got a teacher?'
'Yes...'
'Oh... I see'
'And I must say that I'm quite content.'
'Hmm, that's good' said Sirius in a tone "that's bad"
'Sirius, if I let you teach them I would get an army of new radicals! I need wise people.'
'I am wise.'
'And not impulsive at all. You're needed in the Order.'
'What? You need a secretary?' Black was angry.
'Leave it, you know I couldn't act differently. Now the situation has changed and you'll get your own missions. We have to plan everything and we have to be careful. You know I trust you, and that is why you're gonna be in the middle of the war. I need no more fighters in the school. They're needed outside.'
'Right' said Sirius but was not disappointed anymore. He felt needed once again. Dumbledore left their speech about the girl and did not want to talk about her anymore, but, still Sirius felt needed. 'So, who's the teacher?'
'a nice lady from Poland, she was my person for the Central Europe. She left her previous work and is ready to start here. She's a really good choice, Sirius. And she's going to be the teacher to remember.'
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'This is amazing, what is he doing here?'
'Is he alive? How can he be alive?'
'Should we call Aurors?'
'no, he's been cleared'
'But he was supposed to be dead. I...'
The people, visitors and employees, in the entrance hall of the Ministry of Magic were crowding around the fountain, gossiping the most unusual and surprising appearance of man's body on the edge of the pool. They were talking, but nobody wanted to move and act first. Until...
'What's going on?' Arthur Weasley came on that day a little later and was astonished by the crowd that unable him to get into. When the people moved backwards (none of them wanted to be known as curious spectator), Weasley swore. 'Oh, fuck! Is he alive?' there was of couse no answer because none of the hundreds of people bothered to check Sirius' pulse. 'Tonks' he turned to a violet haired lady that followed him, 'Quick, let know at St. Mungo's, I'm taking him there. And Dumbledore, and' he hesitated a while 'at the, you know. They should know too.'
Tonks nodded, unable to say a word. She wanted to laugh because of the happiness. If Sirius Black was back, maybe they had a chance to win this time. Voldemort and his supporters wanted so madly to hurt Harry Potter and the Order members and were so sure they won. And now, with the return of Sirius, their grates victory was their greatest fall!
She disapparated with a loud "pop" and Arthur, helped by some good people, took the unconscious body of Sirius to the hospital. He was not sure whether Black was alive, or if he wanted ever to be turned back to life. Sirius was pale as a white wall, his lips were more gray than pink and they could hardly hear the beats of his heart. He was also very cold and his clothes were torn and dirty. But Arthur couldn't help noticing that Sirius was very calm. Unusually calm, indeed.
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'What do you think, Professor?' finally asked Mr. Weasley, though all of the gathered people wanted to hear Headmaster's opinion about it. Tonks, Lupin, Shacklebolt and the Weasleys were all staring at Dumbledore's face, which, as so often, was totally uncanny. He was either amused or confused or was enjoying the moment and whole situation. He said nothing for a while. He was observing through the glass wall that divided them from Sirius' room the job that the healers were doing around Black. He was not sure what to think about it. He was happy, of course but it was strange that dead people came back from heaven, unconscious, but definitely alive. The healers were convinced that Sirius was in a special type of coma, which had no influence on his body (only the lack of air and food made him weaker). They supposed he didn't want to wake.
'I would like to wait until he wakes up,' began Dumbledore thoughtfully. 'All I know are suspicions, and it means that I know nothing. Yes, I've never heard about such case before. And I must admit that I'm happy it'd happened to Sirius.'
'But it isn't normal that the veil threw him away, just like that, is it?' Tonks asked nervously while the others were waiting for a little bit more of Albus' words.
'No, Nymphadora' the Headmaster was the only one who dared calling her like that. 'Definitely not normal. But amazing. Amazing, indeed. We have to wait,' he turned to the rest. 'We have to go back to work as well, but I'm sure one of you will always be here and wait for him to...'
He stopped for a while, deep in his thoughts, but soon continued.
'To wake. Yes. And try not to tell others, I hope it will be a secret till he recovers. Anyone.'
'You mean' Remus asked slowly. 'That there is a possibility that he won't?' his voice trembled. Dumbledore gazed at him and slowly nodded.
'We... we cannot be sure if it won't happen, these parts of magic, connected with life have their own ruled. But' he smiled at last. 'Let's hope.'
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Remus Lupin was sitting on a chair in lifeless Sirius' room, reading paper. It was hi third night there, almost a fortnight after Black's return. Sirius' condition didn't change and nothing seemed that it would soon. They couldn't, of course, keep it all quiet, the papers wrote about the incident the day after. And they couldn't keep Harry away from the news: he was informed and was so excited. Remus was afraid that Harry had too many expectations and they could not happen. Sirius was probably not to wake and live. Headmaster forbid Harry, and any of the youth, go into the Hospital, he wanted them safe. And till Sirius wasn't able to speak about the whole situation, the situation was dangerous.
Remus had those thoughts too. What if it had something to do with Dark Arts? Not only with the ancient power of veil? He knew it worried Dumbledore, but they had no chance to verify it with Sirius ill and unconscious. And he was out cold with no symptoms of recovery. Lupin had been slowly getting over the second loss of best friend and wasn't sure if he could manage it once again.
He was tired after a long day and must have fallen asleep, uncomfortably on the chair, when an odd sound woke him up. He looked around and spotted Sirius, who definitely came round, sitting on the hospital bed, bewildered and stunned.
'Sirius, thank G..' Remus begun, but hoarse voice of Sirius interrupted him. He was looking around, as if he was seeking something.
'Where is she, Remus, where's she gone?' he asked with panic and wanted to get out of bed, but Remus was quick enough to stop him and then he inquired softly. Poor mate, was he still bringing to mind the sight of Bellatrix Lestrange, fighting against him and killing him?
'Calm down, it's ok, Padfoot. Almost a month had passed since that battle and they were all gone, quiet, Lestrange too...'
Sirius tried to get out of his hold and run away but at the sound of that name he stopped and glanced at friend with disbelief.
'Who were talking about that idiot Lestrange?' he asked and Lupin could only complain in mind about the behavior of his friend, who looked as if he paid no respect to someone who had killed him.
'So who did you mean?'
'The girl...' Sirius grumbled. 'The girl with green eyes, in the tunnel... Was she here?'
'Sirius, I have no idea who're you talkin' about? Quiet, it must have been a dream...'
'IT WAS NOT A DREAM!!! I HAVEN'T DREAMT, I MET HER...'
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'Are you sure?' asked Dumbledore, who visited St. Mungo's as soon as he'd been informed about Sirius improvement. 'It really could have been a dream and you weren't dead.'
'Of course I weren't dead, but I wasn't alive either. And I wasn't dreaming.' He was speaking calmly now, because he understood HIS woman must have been thrown to another place. 'I met her there, in the same condition as me, and I believe that she, or rather the... things...I felt enabled me to come back... Will you understand me please, Professor?
Dumbledore gazed at him with sympathy. He needed to tell Sirius what he thought, even if it would hurt him. He knew he had to do it because he'd learnt that avoiding to tell means often troubles.
'I don't know to answer, Sirius. Even your return is mysterious. Your story would suit it, just as anything else. And nobody here has experience in such matters. I think' he hesitated. 'The image, and please don't irritate yourself, might have been a display of your hidden desires. Let us just be happy because of your recovery.'
'I don't know, why should I be pleased with the fact that everyone thinks I'm out of mind falling in love with a dreamy image or something.'
'Sirius, don't get angry...' began Remus when they were left for alone talk once again.
'Rest' said Sirius sarcastically. 'take care, think of nice things. Man, I can't think of anything else!'
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Whenever Sirius was left alone and he closed his eyes he could picture the eyes of unforgettable girl, whom he did not know and who was doubted to exist. He dreamt about her in the night and could picture the most wonderful moment of their meeting. He imagined her walking through his door, accidentally touching him in Muggle subway, sitting down by him in a pub. These images changed, but he was in constant dreaming state. Visits annoyed him, but he was very thankful that people came to him.
'Siriuuuuus!!!!' shouted Harry as he ran into the room. He jumped on the bed and hugged his godfather strongly. 'I thought I lost you!'
Sirius hugged him back and felt unbelievably calm; not as calm as with the girl, though, for the first time he felt he could manage being godfather. He smiled.
'You'll never lose me, Harry. I'll always be there for you.' He said those popular words but understood their meaning as never before. 'And I won't be that stupid again' he laughed.
'It was me who was stupid, Sirius' said Harry seriously sitting on the edge of his bed. Sirius laughed once again. 'Stop laughing!' Harry was almost irritated. 'I feel so embarrassed and so relieved.'
'Harry, you don't have to be that clever at the age of' he hesitated 'sixteen. Look, I've missed again your birthday!'
'Oh, it doesn't matter, man! Just, don't change the subject.'
'All my life I've been changing subjects, even though I'm the one who always says what he thinks. I was offered another chance and I'm not gonna waste it!'
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Sirius was still in the centre, the medical treatment was doing him well, but he had to be still under observation. He was reading papers, the most funny were those from the week after he "died". Strange journalist were writing about how brave he was, he, who had been mistreated so long! And the same people wrote about Voldemort and Fudge's plans what to do (Sirius smiled, that were Dumbledore's plans, of course). He enjoyed other information as well. For example, extraordinarily, the Quidditch League was won by Manchester Dragons, first time in the history.
He didn't want to read about the Order, he knew that the news he obtained from the members were truer. It surprised him, but the papers wrote about the school. They were worried that the headmaster was left without DADA teacher again and were wondering who should take the post. The Minister, how astonishing!, decided to leave the matter to Dumbledore, who said that was very happy about that and asked the magical society not to worry.
'They're really worried about you' Sirius laughed. Albus acted as he didn't heard.
'And I'm worried about you. Are you fine.'
'I've never been better! So, have you got a teacher?'
'Yes...'
'Oh... I see'
'And I must say that I'm quite content.'
'Hmm, that's good' said Sirius in a tone "that's bad"
'Sirius, if I let you teach them I would get an army of new radicals! I need wise people.'
'I am wise.'
'And not impulsive at all. You're needed in the Order.'
'What? You need a secretary?' Black was angry.
'Leave it, you know I couldn't act differently. Now the situation has changed and you'll get your own missions. We have to plan everything and we have to be careful. You know I trust you, and that is why you're gonna be in the middle of the war. I need no more fighters in the school. They're needed outside.'
'Right' said Sirius but was not disappointed anymore. He felt needed once again. Dumbledore left their speech about the girl and did not want to talk about her anymore, but, still Sirius felt needed. 'So, who's the teacher?'
'a nice lady from Poland, she was my person for the Central Europe. She left her previous work and is ready to start here. She's a really good choice, Sirius. And she's going to be the teacher to remember.'
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