Author's Note: Okay, hmm… Oh! Guess what? I'm talented! Well, not really, but my English teacher read my fanfic and said I was, so yeah…

Title: Role Reversal

Rating: PG

Spoilers: There aren't too many spoilers in chapters 1-12. The whole story has some spoilers, but how else do you write a fanfic? The chapter with major spoilers is "Old Friends".

Summary: James and Lily make a bet. Lily has to pull a bunch of pranks and James can't do any.

Disclaimer: I, of course, do not own Harry Potter or its characters. If you're reading this, you should already know whom it belongs to anyway.

Setting: This story is set in MWPP years. If you don't know what that means, you probably shouldn't be reading this fanfic.

!!! = setting change

italics = emphasis

-Revelation-

"Yes, that's right, I am Sirius Black," Sirius said uncomfortably into the silence that had followed the collective gasp.

Dumbledore said, "I assure you, Sirius Black is not a danger to any of you. He has my complete trust, and I hope that in time, he will have yours as well."

Everyone continued to stare. No one dared to argue with the headmaster, or say anything else, for that matter.

Finally, one timid person stood. "Excuse me, Professor, but what about everything we know about the situation?" Neville asked.

Harry answered him. "It's not true." He spoke louder, so the whole hall could hear him. "It's not true. Sirius hasn't killed anyone. And he has never tried to hurt me."

Ron and Hermione got up to support their friend. Sirius sent his godson a look of gratitude.

!!!

"Why didn't you tell me any of this?" Ginny demanded of her brother.

Ron replied, "Well, it was this huge big secret thing, and I didn't think we were supposed to tell anyone."

"But I'm your sister!"

Harry said gently, "Ginny, we didn't tell you or anyone else. It would have been dangerous."

"But—"

"It was for the best."

The redhead sighed. "Fine. I'll see you guys tomorrow." She headed up to her dormitory.

Dennis Creevey walked up to Harry, Hermione, and Ron. "You—you saw him die?"

Harry and Hermione looked at him for a moment, then slowly nodded.

"How—how did he die? Was he brave?"

"Yes," Harry answered him. "He was brave. He died like a Gryffindor."

The younger boy smiled weakly, then ran up to his own dorm.

TO BE CONTINUED…

Author's Note: That completely sucked… Anyway, there will probably be only two more chapters in this story, because it's getting really weird now and I have to end it someday…