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One For All
By Natural Anthem
A/N: I love all my reviewers. Again. Sorry if I rambled at all last chapter, it was hard to write. I was afraid of missing something key or someone's favorite moment or something odd like that. The majority of questions asked in reviews will be explained soon. Or so I hope. Please don't kill me for Harry's new name in this chapter (I went back and changed it the next day after finally getting some SLEEP.)
Also. Harry is not crazy. Any craziness that he may appear to have is probably me mixed with a healthy dose of sarcasm. Sorry 'bout that. ^_^. Its really late and I've been at play practice all night, please forgive errors! Seagulls Flourish. (My stage crew cue to move the set stuff.)
Alles=All (in German, or so my German teacher tells me ^_^)
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" What if your dreams and fears existed in the same place? What if to get to heaven, you had to brave hell? What if everything you've ever wanted cost you everything you've ever achieved? Would you still go there?"
Author Unknown
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Harry walked quickly back to the Gryffindor Tower. He didn't want to talk to anyone about his memories. He felt like he was naked. He glanced down to check. He was indeed wearing clothing. But he still felt naked.
He stopped dead in the middle of a hallway. Questions were filling his head. He could barely think. He shook his head to try and call to order his head. It didn't help. Frustrated he spoke out loud, "do I need to get a gavel or something!"
Ah. My, he felt crazy. But his mind seemed to come to a slight sense of order at his proclamation. He was going to get these questions in line before he trooped up to anyone to ask them. He began a mental list.
1. Why on earth did they need to look through his entire life?
That was pretty much what the list came down to. That, and could he punch them all? But that second one probably wouldn't go over too well with anyone.
Harry become vaguely aware that he had been standing stock still in a hallway staring at a wall for ten minutes, ever since his threat of buying a gavel. Rita Skeeter would have a field day.
He glanced around. The hall was deserted. Well, at least no one had seen his apparent confrontation with the wall.
Harry turned around and walked determinedly back toward the Headmaster's office. Before he knew it he was in front of the stone gargoyle. He whispered Tarantula Chews and the gargoyle moved for his entrance. He went quietly up the stairs and paused outside of the door, which was open about a foot.
He heard his name mentioned. Well he couldn't really expect much else. They HAD spent the day in his memories. Harry flipped through the catalog of ideas in his mind to try and find a way to sneak in and listen to the adults in the room talk.
A tingling ran through his body and Harry looked down. It felt like a spider had crawled down his body. Harry grinned. Oh yes. He would indeed love this new ability. He was invisible. Just before he slid into the room he hoped fleetingly that his head would be invisible too. Snape was probably tired of Harry's head getting caught in places it shouldn't be. (A/N: dear god, I am sorry if that sounded dirty. I honestly didn't mean to make it dirty. And I can't stop laughing.)
No one turned around when Harry entered the room and after a hand gesture at Snape he found it was safe to say he was completely invisible. Harry settled into an empty armchair and gave those speaking his complete attention.
"I regret it greatly now. I did not know that they were mistreating Harry. He was small for his age when he arrived here, I admit, but I never realized that it was from that. He never mentioned they were mistreating him," Dumbledore replied.
Ah. Lovely. They were talking about the Dursleys. Harry felt like he could choke on the pity in that room. And it was mostly all for him with a bit reserved for themselves.
"Well of course he wouldn't tell anyone, he thought that was how he was supposed to be treated, he was raised that way. Why didn't anyone ever go and check on him?" Remus said.
"I didn't think the Dursleys would sink to that level," said Dumbledore, looking distinctly regretful.
"I should have realized something was up when he immediately accepted my offer of a home right after he had just met me," said Sirius.
There were a few moments of silence. Harry was tempted to blurt out he would have gone with Sirius anyway. When you are a thirteen year old boy and a convicted murderer offers you a place to stay there really isn't much of an argument going on inside the brain on the answer.
"Snape you can be a huge prat," said Tonks. The memories had gone through several potions classes consisting of Snape yelling at Harry. Harry grinned at Tonks. He hadn't known her long, but he liked her.
Snape only grumbled in reply. He didn't look too pleased about something.
"Yet he still holds no grudge to you, if you were in trouble he would come in a heartbeat. You know he would, no matter how bad someone acts towards him, as long as they fight for the light side he would die to save them," said Remus. Harry stuck out his tongue. Of course he would help Snape out, but it wasn't like he was going to go parading it.
"Harry is a very brave and honorable boy indeed. He has withstood more that I have ever known," said Dumbledore. Harry swore silently when Dumbledore looked directly into his eyes. He probably should have been more prepared for that, Dumbledore had been able to see through the invisibility cloak when he used it.
"Dumbledore, did you know that Harry went to the Hall of the Phoenix?" Snape asked, breaking the silence that had set in.
"No, I also did not know there was a silver and white room there. I was not taken there when I was there; I went only through the four founder's rooms. I was told there were a few other rooms, but not what was in them. I had no idea that Harry was to go there. He has kept his bracelet well hidden from us," said Dumbledore.
"I saw it once, his sleeve slipped up but he quickly covered it. I wasn't sure what I saw and at the time it was not important," said Remus thoughtfully.
Dumbledore's eyes began to twinkle and the corners of his lips twitched upwards. "Harry, I do believe you have some questions for us."
Harry swore silently again as the other members of the room looked around curiously. The tingling swept his body and he hadn't even needed to look down to know he was visible. Several people in the room gasped at his appearance, Tonks exclaimed something rather unlady-like and Sirius echoed her.
"Hello," said Harry, cutting off any questions.
The corners of Dumbledore's lips continued to twitch. "Hello Harry. Anything you would like to add?"
Harry couldn't quite decide what emotion was dominating him. The room had been thick with pity for him. He hated pity. The memories brought up painful things. Painful things a room full of people now knew. His face was set as his mind clicked on to the powerful emotion of anger.
Harry opened his mouth and pointed his finger upwards into the air. Finding no words he looked down to gather his thoughts. He looked up again, hand still in the air and began to speak. His voice was stone and it chilled the room considerably.
"Why on earth did we just spend all that time looking through my entire life?"
Dumbledore looked Harry in the eyes. "There is not much time, I am afraid, until you will be forced to face Voldemort. The purpose of going into your memories was to search for hints of what he knows, and things we can do to protect you. Your memories also helped provide us guidance in how to best teach you and your new skills. Actually because of those memories we now know about your trip to the Hall of the Phoenix. Beyond that, you are a very secretive boy, you never told anyone about your life at home. This information can be useful."
"So just to get that information you took away what little privacy I had? Hell I've barely got any after the media is done with me. Not to mention all the students staring at me like I've got a third eye every day."
"It was a very efficient way to find the information that we needed. I had no idea we would see some of the memories that we did, such as the ones of your childhood. I do believe you have a little privacy left though. If I am not mistaken by the fourth year memories you were able to cause the Pensieve to skip memories." Dumbledore's eyebrows were raised and the sparkle shone through his eyes again in amusement.
Harry's mind raced to find another thing to say, clearly not as amused as Dumbledore. When he spoke again his voice was still angry but had desperation mixed in. "Why did all of these people have to see my whole life?"
"Each of the people in this room are key in the fight against Voldemort. They would be able to notice a tiny detail that could be very important. In addition all these people care about you," Dumbledore paused as Harry raised an eyebrow and looked at Snape. Harry clearly did not buy into that. "I am sorry if we have caused you anger and I hope you will forgive us."
"Well. You spent the day in my memories. I hope you all had a blast. Find anything interesting? Any questions?" Harry put these sentences quite sarcastically.
McGonagall spoke up. Apparently she didn't quite hook on to his sarcasm or she just ignored it. "Why did you allow your relatives to mistreat you during the summers? Why didn't you tell us something was wrong?"
"I grew up being treated like that, I was used to it. Dumbledore made a big deal that I had to go to the Dursleys. I didn't want to cause problems. I didn't feel it was an emergency anyway, so I stuck it out. I'm fine now, so it doesn't matter."
"But why didn't you ever tell me your relatives were treating you this way? I'm your Godfather, I am supposed to fix these things," said Sirius, sadness in his eyes.
"It was incredibly fun to taunt the Dursleys with the threat of my murdering Godfather, but I knew I could not write to you about it. You would have been worried and come to help me. Which would have gotten you caught. I refused to be responsible for getting you thrown back into Azkaban or even getting the Dementor's kiss. Like I said, it wasn't that bad." The room did not look comforted.
"Could you all stop looking like this is my funeral?" Harry burst after a sad silence. "I am fine and I have put it all behind me, as should all of you. I came out of it stronger and independent. Living there probably taught me many things that I used to save myself from Voldemort anyway."
Harry suppressed his anger again. He would definitely not become a councilor. He had apparently no skill at making people feel better about a bad situation. The room looked absolutely horrified at his last sentence. He felt the need to punch something growing in him again with this added frustration.
"No boy should have had to go through what you did though," McGonagall began.
Harry cut her off. "That is too bad, I went through it. No amount of Hallmark Cards will make it better. Just let it go. I feel like everyone in here sees me as a dying bird in the grass and all of you have sticks and are poking me. Repeatedly. Just stop already."
"But Harry," Sirius began. Sirius did not get far. Harry rose, quick as lightening from his chair, having enough of this and was at Sirius' chair before anyone could blink. Sirius would now be having trouble blinking in his left eye. Harry gave him quite the shiner before walking out of the room and back up to the dormitory.
Sirius sat in shock. After a moment he exclaimed, "OUCH. That damn kid is definitely James' offspring."
After several moments of Sirius attempting a very odd one-eyed glare at the people laughing at him Dumbledore spoke.
"It will be best not to press issues of his past, as he apparently has a bit of a temper over the matter. Sirius I believe you should go see Madam Pomfrey about that eye. The rest of you may also go. I believe it is getting late and all of you probably have things you wish to accomplish before retiring."
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Sirius and Remus walked back up to the Gryffindor tower after having Madam Pomfrey heal Sirius' black eye. A shadow of the mark was still left, but according to the nurse would disappear by morning.
Sirius was not amused with Remus' new jokes. All of which had to do with him getting beat up by 15 year-old. The pair had to walk back up to the Hospital Wing after Remus received a black eye.
When they finally reached the Gryffindor Tower they found Harry sitting at a table with several books open and parchment spread out for notes. They sat down in chairs at the opposite side of the table and waited for Harry to look up at them before speaking to him.
When Harry finally did, after several coughs from Sirius, he raised an eyebrow and the corners of his lips twitched. After a moment he spoke. "How cute. Now you two match."
"Please do not refer to me as cute my little Godson or I will, I will. I will get revenge," said Sirius. He was hoping he could get Harry to joke around a bit.
"Fine. Truce."
"You take all of the fun out of it."
"Just as I planned," Harry said as he returned to reading and writing things down.
"Are you doing homework Harry?" Remus asked, disappointed Harry hadn't had more to say.
"Nope. Finished it before I got here."
"What are you working on then?"
"Doing a bit of research on the Slytherin line. Voldemort is after all Slytherin, and it may come to my advantage to know about his heritage. I am also doing a bit of research on spells he has used on himself to preserve himself."
"Er. If you get bored feel free to come play a round of Exploding Snap with us or something," said Sirius, barely comprehending what Harry said. With that the two left Harry to work.
A few minutes before midnight Harry marked his stopping place in his books and stacked them neatly and went over to where his Godfather and Remus were sitting.
Remus was sitting in an armchair reading a book and Sirius was sleeping lightly sprawled out on the couch.
A grin spread across Harry's face. He knew what do to in response to Sirius' creative threat of revenge. Remus looked at him in awe as he put his plan into action.
A large, black, bear-like dog stood where Harry had the second before. The dog hopped up on the arm of the couch, looking quite ridiculous trying to balance his weight then jumped onto the sleeping man.
The said sleeping man started awake, looked into the bright green eyes of what was standing him, and screamed.
The dog appeared to grin.
Once he had stopped screaming, Sirius couldn't make words come out. Finally he was able to say, "Remus, what did you do?"
From his chair Remus spoke, "I didn't do anything. That's Harry standing on you."
"HARRY?"
The dog nodded. The odd almost grin was still plastered on its face.
"How on earth? You look just like my form!"
Harry hopped off to the floor and changed into a black frog as the two adults gasped. He proceeded to turn into a hawk, seal, monkey, fox, wolf, owl and kangaroo. All of the animal forms Harry took were pure black with his characteristic vibrant green eyes. Finally Harry turned back into his own human form.
"What the hell was that?" Sirius blurted, his manners still impeccable.
"I am an Anialles. I can turn into any animal I wish. The only condition is that I will always be pure black and keep my green eyes."
"There hasn't been an Anialles in over a century!" Remus exclaimed, taking on Sirius wonderful manners.
"I guess I changed that."
"How in the world did you figure out you were an Anialles?" Sirius asked.
"I read the book you sent me Remus about Animagi. I attempted to transform and was successful. My first form was a large, black, bear-like dog. That means if I had been only an Animagus that is the form I would have taken." Both adults jaws nearly hit the floor. Harry was tempted to warn them they would start catching flies if they kept that up.
"But we never saw that in your memories!"
"Of course. I hate feeling like I have no privacy. Dumbledore realized what I did and even told every what I had done. I figured out, by the time fourth year memories were coming, how to make the Pensieve skip memories. I caused it to skip the memories of me learning about my Anialles powers."
"What else did you cause it to skip," said Remus suspiciously.
"What would be the point of skipping them if I just gave all of them away right away?"
"Harry!" Both men exclaimed.
Harry grinned and turned into a small black cat.
Sirius instantly changed himself into Padfoot and chased the poor cat. Remus took refuge in a chair after Padfoot knocked him down. Remus was cheering for Harry for that reason also.
The two disappeared up the steps of the boys dormitory. Remus heard a yelp and Sirius came running back into the common room. A large black panther stalked into the room, appearing to wear a smirk.
Without warning the panther began to run at the dog. Within a minute the dog was pinned under the panther and Remus was laughing. The dog shot Remus a dirty look. Which made Remus laugh harder because the dog looked like it ran into a window when it tried to sneer at him.
Harry changed back into himself and went to sit on the couch. Sirius also changed back and followed Harry, wide-eyed, to the couch.
"That was mean," Sirius stated.
"You started chasing an innocent cat," Harry began.
"YOU were that innocent cat," Sirius cut in.
"Like I said, you were chasing an innocent cat and decided to teach you a lesson. You don't seem to get along with panthers well from your reaction."
"Shut up. I thought you were going to eat me or something."
"You think your own Godson is a cannibal? I am hurt," said Harry, clearly not hurt.
Sirius reached over and ruffled his hair. "Yep."
"Is that why you just put your arm by me? I could have eaten it," said Harry, innocent of course.
"Shut up."
"Do you know what this means Sirius?" Remus asked after a moment of silence.
Another moment of silence followed, showing that clearly Sirius did not know what this meant.
"We can induct Harry into the Marauders now," Remus said, eyebrows raised and excitement in his eyes. Sirius whooped his approval and Harry was grinning like mad.
"Really? I can be a Marauder?" asked Harry.
"But of course," said Sirius, "You are after all, part of the next generation of Marauders. Now. What to name him?"
"We can't name him how we named ourselves. We named ourselves after our animals and Harry is every animal. His Animagus would have been you, Sirius, and I am not having another Padfoot."
"How about Alles?" Sirius suggested.
"Nah. Lets have a bit more creativity than that," said Harry.
"How about Shadow?" said Remus.
"What?"
"Since his only common trait is being pure black it's the only characteristic we can name him for," said Remus.
"Shadow it is," said Sirius.
"Sounds fine to me," said Harry.
Soon after the three went up to sleep, as it was nearly one in the morning and none of them look terribly alive at that late time.
One For All
By Natural Anthem
A/N: I love all my reviewers. Again. Sorry if I rambled at all last chapter, it was hard to write. I was afraid of missing something key or someone's favorite moment or something odd like that. The majority of questions asked in reviews will be explained soon. Or so I hope. Please don't kill me for Harry's new name in this chapter (I went back and changed it the next day after finally getting some SLEEP.)
Also. Harry is not crazy. Any craziness that he may appear to have is probably me mixed with a healthy dose of sarcasm. Sorry 'bout that. ^_^. Its really late and I've been at play practice all night, please forgive errors! Seagulls Flourish. (My stage crew cue to move the set stuff.)
Alles=All (in German, or so my German teacher tells me ^_^)
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" What if your dreams and fears existed in the same place? What if to get to heaven, you had to brave hell? What if everything you've ever wanted cost you everything you've ever achieved? Would you still go there?"
Author Unknown
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Harry walked quickly back to the Gryffindor Tower. He didn't want to talk to anyone about his memories. He felt like he was naked. He glanced down to check. He was indeed wearing clothing. But he still felt naked.
He stopped dead in the middle of a hallway. Questions were filling his head. He could barely think. He shook his head to try and call to order his head. It didn't help. Frustrated he spoke out loud, "do I need to get a gavel or something!"
Ah. My, he felt crazy. But his mind seemed to come to a slight sense of order at his proclamation. He was going to get these questions in line before he trooped up to anyone to ask them. He began a mental list.
1. Why on earth did they need to look through his entire life?
That was pretty much what the list came down to. That, and could he punch them all? But that second one probably wouldn't go over too well with anyone.
Harry become vaguely aware that he had been standing stock still in a hallway staring at a wall for ten minutes, ever since his threat of buying a gavel. Rita Skeeter would have a field day.
He glanced around. The hall was deserted. Well, at least no one had seen his apparent confrontation with the wall.
Harry turned around and walked determinedly back toward the Headmaster's office. Before he knew it he was in front of the stone gargoyle. He whispered Tarantula Chews and the gargoyle moved for his entrance. He went quietly up the stairs and paused outside of the door, which was open about a foot.
He heard his name mentioned. Well he couldn't really expect much else. They HAD spent the day in his memories. Harry flipped through the catalog of ideas in his mind to try and find a way to sneak in and listen to the adults in the room talk.
A tingling ran through his body and Harry looked down. It felt like a spider had crawled down his body. Harry grinned. Oh yes. He would indeed love this new ability. He was invisible. Just before he slid into the room he hoped fleetingly that his head would be invisible too. Snape was probably tired of Harry's head getting caught in places it shouldn't be. (A/N: dear god, I am sorry if that sounded dirty. I honestly didn't mean to make it dirty. And I can't stop laughing.)
No one turned around when Harry entered the room and after a hand gesture at Snape he found it was safe to say he was completely invisible. Harry settled into an empty armchair and gave those speaking his complete attention.
"I regret it greatly now. I did not know that they were mistreating Harry. He was small for his age when he arrived here, I admit, but I never realized that it was from that. He never mentioned they were mistreating him," Dumbledore replied.
Ah. Lovely. They were talking about the Dursleys. Harry felt like he could choke on the pity in that room. And it was mostly all for him with a bit reserved for themselves.
"Well of course he wouldn't tell anyone, he thought that was how he was supposed to be treated, he was raised that way. Why didn't anyone ever go and check on him?" Remus said.
"I didn't think the Dursleys would sink to that level," said Dumbledore, looking distinctly regretful.
"I should have realized something was up when he immediately accepted my offer of a home right after he had just met me," said Sirius.
There were a few moments of silence. Harry was tempted to blurt out he would have gone with Sirius anyway. When you are a thirteen year old boy and a convicted murderer offers you a place to stay there really isn't much of an argument going on inside the brain on the answer.
"Snape you can be a huge prat," said Tonks. The memories had gone through several potions classes consisting of Snape yelling at Harry. Harry grinned at Tonks. He hadn't known her long, but he liked her.
Snape only grumbled in reply. He didn't look too pleased about something.
"Yet he still holds no grudge to you, if you were in trouble he would come in a heartbeat. You know he would, no matter how bad someone acts towards him, as long as they fight for the light side he would die to save them," said Remus. Harry stuck out his tongue. Of course he would help Snape out, but it wasn't like he was going to go parading it.
"Harry is a very brave and honorable boy indeed. He has withstood more that I have ever known," said Dumbledore. Harry swore silently when Dumbledore looked directly into his eyes. He probably should have been more prepared for that, Dumbledore had been able to see through the invisibility cloak when he used it.
"Dumbledore, did you know that Harry went to the Hall of the Phoenix?" Snape asked, breaking the silence that had set in.
"No, I also did not know there was a silver and white room there. I was not taken there when I was there; I went only through the four founder's rooms. I was told there were a few other rooms, but not what was in them. I had no idea that Harry was to go there. He has kept his bracelet well hidden from us," said Dumbledore.
"I saw it once, his sleeve slipped up but he quickly covered it. I wasn't sure what I saw and at the time it was not important," said Remus thoughtfully.
Dumbledore's eyes began to twinkle and the corners of his lips twitched upwards. "Harry, I do believe you have some questions for us."
Harry swore silently again as the other members of the room looked around curiously. The tingling swept his body and he hadn't even needed to look down to know he was visible. Several people in the room gasped at his appearance, Tonks exclaimed something rather unlady-like and Sirius echoed her.
"Hello," said Harry, cutting off any questions.
The corners of Dumbledore's lips continued to twitch. "Hello Harry. Anything you would like to add?"
Harry couldn't quite decide what emotion was dominating him. The room had been thick with pity for him. He hated pity. The memories brought up painful things. Painful things a room full of people now knew. His face was set as his mind clicked on to the powerful emotion of anger.
Harry opened his mouth and pointed his finger upwards into the air. Finding no words he looked down to gather his thoughts. He looked up again, hand still in the air and began to speak. His voice was stone and it chilled the room considerably.
"Why on earth did we just spend all that time looking through my entire life?"
Dumbledore looked Harry in the eyes. "There is not much time, I am afraid, until you will be forced to face Voldemort. The purpose of going into your memories was to search for hints of what he knows, and things we can do to protect you. Your memories also helped provide us guidance in how to best teach you and your new skills. Actually because of those memories we now know about your trip to the Hall of the Phoenix. Beyond that, you are a very secretive boy, you never told anyone about your life at home. This information can be useful."
"So just to get that information you took away what little privacy I had? Hell I've barely got any after the media is done with me. Not to mention all the students staring at me like I've got a third eye every day."
"It was a very efficient way to find the information that we needed. I had no idea we would see some of the memories that we did, such as the ones of your childhood. I do believe you have a little privacy left though. If I am not mistaken by the fourth year memories you were able to cause the Pensieve to skip memories." Dumbledore's eyebrows were raised and the sparkle shone through his eyes again in amusement.
Harry's mind raced to find another thing to say, clearly not as amused as Dumbledore. When he spoke again his voice was still angry but had desperation mixed in. "Why did all of these people have to see my whole life?"
"Each of the people in this room are key in the fight against Voldemort. They would be able to notice a tiny detail that could be very important. In addition all these people care about you," Dumbledore paused as Harry raised an eyebrow and looked at Snape. Harry clearly did not buy into that. "I am sorry if we have caused you anger and I hope you will forgive us."
"Well. You spent the day in my memories. I hope you all had a blast. Find anything interesting? Any questions?" Harry put these sentences quite sarcastically.
McGonagall spoke up. Apparently she didn't quite hook on to his sarcasm or she just ignored it. "Why did you allow your relatives to mistreat you during the summers? Why didn't you tell us something was wrong?"
"I grew up being treated like that, I was used to it. Dumbledore made a big deal that I had to go to the Dursleys. I didn't want to cause problems. I didn't feel it was an emergency anyway, so I stuck it out. I'm fine now, so it doesn't matter."
"But why didn't you ever tell me your relatives were treating you this way? I'm your Godfather, I am supposed to fix these things," said Sirius, sadness in his eyes.
"It was incredibly fun to taunt the Dursleys with the threat of my murdering Godfather, but I knew I could not write to you about it. You would have been worried and come to help me. Which would have gotten you caught. I refused to be responsible for getting you thrown back into Azkaban or even getting the Dementor's kiss. Like I said, it wasn't that bad." The room did not look comforted.
"Could you all stop looking like this is my funeral?" Harry burst after a sad silence. "I am fine and I have put it all behind me, as should all of you. I came out of it stronger and independent. Living there probably taught me many things that I used to save myself from Voldemort anyway."
Harry suppressed his anger again. He would definitely not become a councilor. He had apparently no skill at making people feel better about a bad situation. The room looked absolutely horrified at his last sentence. He felt the need to punch something growing in him again with this added frustration.
"No boy should have had to go through what you did though," McGonagall began.
Harry cut her off. "That is too bad, I went through it. No amount of Hallmark Cards will make it better. Just let it go. I feel like everyone in here sees me as a dying bird in the grass and all of you have sticks and are poking me. Repeatedly. Just stop already."
"But Harry," Sirius began. Sirius did not get far. Harry rose, quick as lightening from his chair, having enough of this and was at Sirius' chair before anyone could blink. Sirius would now be having trouble blinking in his left eye. Harry gave him quite the shiner before walking out of the room and back up to the dormitory.
Sirius sat in shock. After a moment he exclaimed, "OUCH. That damn kid is definitely James' offspring."
After several moments of Sirius attempting a very odd one-eyed glare at the people laughing at him Dumbledore spoke.
"It will be best not to press issues of his past, as he apparently has a bit of a temper over the matter. Sirius I believe you should go see Madam Pomfrey about that eye. The rest of you may also go. I believe it is getting late and all of you probably have things you wish to accomplish before retiring."
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Sirius and Remus walked back up to the Gryffindor tower after having Madam Pomfrey heal Sirius' black eye. A shadow of the mark was still left, but according to the nurse would disappear by morning.
Sirius was not amused with Remus' new jokes. All of which had to do with him getting beat up by 15 year-old. The pair had to walk back up to the Hospital Wing after Remus received a black eye.
When they finally reached the Gryffindor Tower they found Harry sitting at a table with several books open and parchment spread out for notes. They sat down in chairs at the opposite side of the table and waited for Harry to look up at them before speaking to him.
When Harry finally did, after several coughs from Sirius, he raised an eyebrow and the corners of his lips twitched. After a moment he spoke. "How cute. Now you two match."
"Please do not refer to me as cute my little Godson or I will, I will. I will get revenge," said Sirius. He was hoping he could get Harry to joke around a bit.
"Fine. Truce."
"You take all of the fun out of it."
"Just as I planned," Harry said as he returned to reading and writing things down.
"Are you doing homework Harry?" Remus asked, disappointed Harry hadn't had more to say.
"Nope. Finished it before I got here."
"What are you working on then?"
"Doing a bit of research on the Slytherin line. Voldemort is after all Slytherin, and it may come to my advantage to know about his heritage. I am also doing a bit of research on spells he has used on himself to preserve himself."
"Er. If you get bored feel free to come play a round of Exploding Snap with us or something," said Sirius, barely comprehending what Harry said. With that the two left Harry to work.
A few minutes before midnight Harry marked his stopping place in his books and stacked them neatly and went over to where his Godfather and Remus were sitting.
Remus was sitting in an armchair reading a book and Sirius was sleeping lightly sprawled out on the couch.
A grin spread across Harry's face. He knew what do to in response to Sirius' creative threat of revenge. Remus looked at him in awe as he put his plan into action.
A large, black, bear-like dog stood where Harry had the second before. The dog hopped up on the arm of the couch, looking quite ridiculous trying to balance his weight then jumped onto the sleeping man.
The said sleeping man started awake, looked into the bright green eyes of what was standing him, and screamed.
The dog appeared to grin.
Once he had stopped screaming, Sirius couldn't make words come out. Finally he was able to say, "Remus, what did you do?"
From his chair Remus spoke, "I didn't do anything. That's Harry standing on you."
"HARRY?"
The dog nodded. The odd almost grin was still plastered on its face.
"How on earth? You look just like my form!"
Harry hopped off to the floor and changed into a black frog as the two adults gasped. He proceeded to turn into a hawk, seal, monkey, fox, wolf, owl and kangaroo. All of the animal forms Harry took were pure black with his characteristic vibrant green eyes. Finally Harry turned back into his own human form.
"What the hell was that?" Sirius blurted, his manners still impeccable.
"I am an Anialles. I can turn into any animal I wish. The only condition is that I will always be pure black and keep my green eyes."
"There hasn't been an Anialles in over a century!" Remus exclaimed, taking on Sirius wonderful manners.
"I guess I changed that."
"How in the world did you figure out you were an Anialles?" Sirius asked.
"I read the book you sent me Remus about Animagi. I attempted to transform and was successful. My first form was a large, black, bear-like dog. That means if I had been only an Animagus that is the form I would have taken." Both adults jaws nearly hit the floor. Harry was tempted to warn them they would start catching flies if they kept that up.
"But we never saw that in your memories!"
"Of course. I hate feeling like I have no privacy. Dumbledore realized what I did and even told every what I had done. I figured out, by the time fourth year memories were coming, how to make the Pensieve skip memories. I caused it to skip the memories of me learning about my Anialles powers."
"What else did you cause it to skip," said Remus suspiciously.
"What would be the point of skipping them if I just gave all of them away right away?"
"Harry!" Both men exclaimed.
Harry grinned and turned into a small black cat.
Sirius instantly changed himself into Padfoot and chased the poor cat. Remus took refuge in a chair after Padfoot knocked him down. Remus was cheering for Harry for that reason also.
The two disappeared up the steps of the boys dormitory. Remus heard a yelp and Sirius came running back into the common room. A large black panther stalked into the room, appearing to wear a smirk.
Without warning the panther began to run at the dog. Within a minute the dog was pinned under the panther and Remus was laughing. The dog shot Remus a dirty look. Which made Remus laugh harder because the dog looked like it ran into a window when it tried to sneer at him.
Harry changed back into himself and went to sit on the couch. Sirius also changed back and followed Harry, wide-eyed, to the couch.
"That was mean," Sirius stated.
"You started chasing an innocent cat," Harry began.
"YOU were that innocent cat," Sirius cut in.
"Like I said, you were chasing an innocent cat and decided to teach you a lesson. You don't seem to get along with panthers well from your reaction."
"Shut up. I thought you were going to eat me or something."
"You think your own Godson is a cannibal? I am hurt," said Harry, clearly not hurt.
Sirius reached over and ruffled his hair. "Yep."
"Is that why you just put your arm by me? I could have eaten it," said Harry, innocent of course.
"Shut up."
"Do you know what this means Sirius?" Remus asked after a moment of silence.
Another moment of silence followed, showing that clearly Sirius did not know what this meant.
"We can induct Harry into the Marauders now," Remus said, eyebrows raised and excitement in his eyes. Sirius whooped his approval and Harry was grinning like mad.
"Really? I can be a Marauder?" asked Harry.
"But of course," said Sirius, "You are after all, part of the next generation of Marauders. Now. What to name him?"
"We can't name him how we named ourselves. We named ourselves after our animals and Harry is every animal. His Animagus would have been you, Sirius, and I am not having another Padfoot."
"How about Alles?" Sirius suggested.
"Nah. Lets have a bit more creativity than that," said Harry.
"How about Shadow?" said Remus.
"What?"
"Since his only common trait is being pure black it's the only characteristic we can name him for," said Remus.
"Shadow it is," said Sirius.
"Sounds fine to me," said Harry.
Soon after the three went up to sleep, as it was nearly one in the morning and none of them look terribly alive at that late time.