A/N: This was just supposed to be something to get ideas off of my chest,
and to occupy me this BORING summer, but thanks to the few reviews I've
gotten, it's become much more. I'll start using a ' ' marks on thoughts,
as italics aren't working right now. I'll say no more, except thanks.
-Anna Dearest
Chapter 5
The summer began to melt away in the same monotonous predicaments. This year, for some odd reason, the fun seemed to have drifted out of the occupants at the Order of the Phoenix Headquarters. With Remus Lupin's occasional monthly absence, things got downright dull. Everyone seemed to be weak with anticipation for some odd event that no one could identify.
Some of the regular visitors to Headquarters were in the foulest moods possible. Dumbledore's twinkling eyes were plagued with age, Moody seemed absolutely ferocious at the slightest mention of a certain Polymagus, and Fred and George had hardly played any pranks, (which was oddly enough unnerving to the whole household). Harry, Hermione, and Ron tried desperately to occupy themselves to draw their attention away from whatever might be happening outside the safety of Number Twelve's walls.
The three friends sat within the confines of Harry and Ron's room. The two boys played a dreadful game of chess while Hermione read. She occasional cast a scornful glance towards the board when a piece got particularly rambunctious while doing it's duty of dragging the opponent's piece away.
"Harry mate, you're in need of desperate practice!" Ron proclaimed with a lopsided grin stretching far and wide.
"Yes, they practices getting out of Mistress home.filth that still comes here.Mistress son gones, they stills come here bothering my Mistress." Kreacher the house-elf mumbled as he sidled down the hall past the room they were occupying.
"Stop mumbling you stupid git!" Ron roared. Hermione shushed him quickly, everyone waiting through the tension for Mrs. Black's screams, but they never came.
"You were very lucky this time, Ron!" Hermione snarled quietly. "You'd be just the one to wake her up!"
"I can't take anymore of Kreacher!" Ron snapped back. "That bloody pest has bad things coming for him! I'd like to be the one to give it to him. Plus, he calls you a Mudblood every spare chance he gets. Why are you sticking up for him?"
"Forget it, Ron," she said. Hermione snapped her book shut quickly and took long strides to get to their door. After wrenching the door open, she lost hold of the book in her free hand. The book seemed to fall slowly before finally crashing to the wooden floor with a stunning 'BOOM'. Hermione gritted her teeth before it came. Mrs. Black's screams echoed through the house, the curtains in front of her painting flung wide open, exposing the horror that was Sirius' mother. Just as she had done before, her eyes bulged and saliva ran fluidly from her mouth, her shrieks making the occupants hair stand on end.
The pounding of feet was heard running up the stairs. It only took five of the adults, but eventually the curtains that normally covered the painting were back in place. Remus smiled amiably as he saw Hermione standing over her book, looking purely exasperated.
"NO CAUTION AT ALL!" Moody barked before tramping back down the stairs, a dull 'clump' heard every other footstep.
"I'm not the only one now!" Tonks laughed.
"Don't worry Hermione, Mad-Eye's just in a foul mood lately," Remus said, giving her a warm smile. "We really need to get this painting off the wall. Up to a challenge Hermione?"
"Yes!" Hermione nearly cried, beaming with sheer joy at having something to do.
"Alright, there's a library full of books downstairs. Why don't you see if you can find an Unsticking spell or something of the sort?"
Hermione didn't need him to ask again. She hurtled down the stairs full speed, nearly knocking over Molly Weasley. She looked quite flustered when she reached the top of the stairs where Remus and Tonks were still standing. Harry and Ron came out to investigate Hermione's disappearance, only to find Mrs. Weasley shaking and pale, holding a piece of weathered parchment.
"She found him." she said slowly.
"What?" Remus asked sharply.
"Fox found Sirius, she sent a small letter with one of the birds."
"What does it say?" Remus inquired, stepping found to grasp the slip of parchment. He then read it aloud. "Found who I was looking for today, they're in terrible shape, near to death. It may take longer than expected to get back, but we'll make it. Best wishes, Fox R."
"Do you think she really found him?" Tonks spoke up.
"Of course, she wouldn't say this unless it were true," Remus sighed.
"I don't know Remus-," Tonks started, but Remus cut her off.
"I do, she wouldn't lie about something like this. Either it's just me, or she understands just how important Sirius is to all of us. She's not lying."
"How can you trust her so easily?" Tonks asked after a long pause.
"How can you not? She's given us no reason to believe she's untrustworthy."
"Why didn't she let us figure all of this out about her beforehand? I know that Mad-Eye knew, but what about the rest of us? Why didn't we know? What's she hiding?"
"Did you see how scared and lost she looked when Mad-Eye started barking at her earlier? Of course she doesn't want to be judged because of something she can't control," Remus retorted, and they all knew that somehow this touched a very sensitive spot with him. "I don't care if I'm the only person here who trusts her, but I do. Give her time. Wait before you judge her."
Tonks sighed, knowing very well that she was defeated. Part of her knew that Remus was right, but another part just couldn't get past the fact that she was the very product of Voldemort. With a meaningful look at Remus, she began trudging down the stairs, quickly followed by Molly Weasley.
Just a few seconds later, Hermione appeared on the stairs, carrying a tottering pile of books that went well above her head. Remus gave an amused chuckle at the sixth year Gryffindor, very much like his own school self.
"Now those can't all be on spells and charms," Remus said, highly amused when Hermione began to turn red.
"No, some of them I just found to be interesting. Perhaps just for a little light reading afterwards," she said in a small voice.
"On what may I ask? I myself haven't had a chance to get a good look in the library."
"Well, out of curiosity, and all the conversations flying about, I wanted to find out more about Polymagi," she said confidently.
"Hmm, mind if I take a look too?" Remus asked.
"Certainly," Hermione gasped, clearly impressed that someone else took an interest in the subject, even though it was the talk of the entire household.
All four of them made their way to Harry and Ron's room, all clearly interested in what the books could hold for them. Ron and Hermione began looking through books for an Usticking charm to use on Mrs. Black's portrait, while Harry and Remus began looking for information on Polymagi. Remus' face was contorted with a look of suppressed rage when he opened the cover of one of the books.
""The Book of Dark Creatures holds information on Giants, Werewolves, Polymagi, and all those more complicated species of darkness,'" he quoted. "Oh well, may as well look in here."
"I don't see how they could classify the best Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher we ever had as a 'Dark creature,'" Ron said, making Remus grin slightly.
"Professor Moody wasn't that bad either, and everyone judged him too," Hermione added from over the cover of a book.
"If I remember correctly, we never HAD Professor Moody," Harry sighed.
"True," Hermione said, "but it was still a better learning experience than Umbridge."
"Listen to this," Remus said excitedly. He then started to read from the book in his hands that had previously angered him.
"Polymagi are classified in this book due to their usual alliance with the Dark side. Only one Polymagus in history, one Genvector Poltar, was considered to be on the side of good. However, it is said that he occasionally lost his head and attacked innocents when he was in human form. Until his death he remained locked in a tower of his family's home.
Polymagi can make a transformation into any kind of animal at will, but the color of fur, skin, or feathers will always remain black, regardless of the animals natural color. No one knows where this trait comes from, but it is only another reason why the public fears their kind. Polymagi will always keep their original eye color, which is the only way to distinguish them from an actual animal. Animals are natural drawn to a Polymagus due to their bond with the wild. Polymagi are classified as a separate species from humans. A Polymagus is also drawn towards all creatures, including Giants, Werewolves, Centaurs, etc. Polymagi find it possible to converse with creatures of all sorts. They are also known for their bonds with Animagi, since they themselves can make a transformation into a particular animal.
A Polymagus is not quick to trust any ordinary human being. Those select few however, find themselves an undying bond of loyalty and trust. A Polymagus will die for what they stand for, and who they protect. However, they are still considered a Dark creature."
"Bloody hell!" Ron cried, " I thought Hermione knew everything there was to know!"
"Ron Weasley! It is impossible to know everything!" Hermione shot back.
"I didn't know they were classified as a separate species," Remus frowned. "The world of my fellow creatures is so unfair." At this he, and the rest of the room, broke the tension of the household with laughter.
"Dinner is ready," Mrs. Weasley said from the door, but stopped when she saw them all laughter hysterically. "I give up," she muttered.
"It feels good to laugh," Harry sighed when the room suddenly decided to settle down.
"Yeah, all this tension and worry," Hermione said in a small voice, "There's just so much to worry about."
"Well," Remus said, "We'd better go down before we get Molly to worry about too."
"Good idea," Ron breathed. Sitting up, he was the first out the door.
**********
"Sirius Black?" a voice behind him asked. 'Oh no,' he thought, 'I've been caught.'
"I'm not from the Ministry, nor am I a Death Eater," she seemed to shudder at these words. "I was sent by the Order of the Phoenix to help you."
Sirius was lying facedown on the ground, but on these words, he perked up. His dull eyes seemed to twinkle as the young girl came into view. To put it simply, she looked downright exhausted. Her robes were torn and muddy, and her complexion was pale and sweaty. Sirius still refused to let his guard down, not for one second. 'She could be trying to get at Harry,' he thought quickly.
"Who sent you out?" he asked hoarsely.
"Alastor Moody. He sent me after we all returned from Diagon Alley. We'd just gone there earlier to get supplies for the Weasleys and their friends for their next year at Hogwarts." She took a step closer. Sirius could tell that she was adding as much information as she could into her words, trying to get him to trust her.
"What friends?"
"Harry Potter and Hermione.Granger I think it is?" she replied, kneeling beside Sirius. He didn't try to back away this time.
"H-Harry?"
"Yes, he's there along with the Weasleys, Ms. Granger, Remus Lupin, Tonks, and a few others occasionally."
"Harry's alright?"
"Yes, I don't think you need to worry about him at the moment, he's in good hands. You, however, are far from worrying over."
"Everyone made it out?" Sirius asked as she pulled a quill and parchment out of her cloak.
"Out of the Department of Mysteries? Yes, I believe you were the only major casualty. Quite a few of the Death Eaters were caught, I don't know which ones though."
She began scribbling a hasty note onto the slip of parchment, and then folding it in half. She waited only moments for an owl to show up and land gracefully on her outstretched arm. "Take this to the Order of the Phoenix Headquarters quickly. Don't get caught," she whispered.
"Who are you?" Sirius finally asked as she began extracting potions from pockets lining the inside of her cloak.
"My name's Fox. I've been working for Albus Dumbledore for quite sometime, but have recently just been accepted as a member of the Order."
"What? You can't be much older than fifteen, sixteen maybe?"
"No," she laughed, "But it doesn't much matter. Personally, I believe I make quite a handy spy."
"Oh no, it's another Snivellus I take it?" Sirius groaned.
"Severus? Oh course not, even I can't be that dismal ALL the time. Drink this."
"What is this?" Sirius asked, holding the vial weakly in his hand. Fox helped him to sit up a bit so that he could drink it properly.
"Madam Pomfrey gave me a good supply of potions to give you. She only gave me instructions as to how and when to use them. The only one I'm familiar with is the Pepperup Potion."
Sirius then drained the potion, and its affects were instantaneous. He began to feel warm and fulfilled all at once, and a little color began to come back into his face. He breathed a sigh of relief. 'Harry's okay,' was the thought constantly running through his head.
"This may sound like a foolish question, since in truth you're half-dead, but how are you feeling?" the girl asked, looking intently at him. The look was unnerving, like she was slowly appraising his worth.
"Considerably better. Especially since I know my godson's fine."
"Harry Potter?" she asked.
"Yes, how is he doing, how's everyone holding up?" Sirius asked, slowly feeling a bond of trust with this girl.
"He's doing fine. They're all preparing for their next year at Hogwarts. I believe that Dumbledore's going to be sending some of the Order to Hogwarts this year to help protect the school."
Sirius sighed, "I wish I were there."
"Well, if you recover quickly enough, who knows?"
"You're forgetting that I'm an escaped convict."
"Who's also an Animagus."
"How'd you know that-oh, I suppose Moony told you."
"Moody told me, but I can also sense when someone's an Animagus."
"How's that?"
"Well, you see.I'm a Polymagus, some of these things just come naturally. Whether or not you like the idea of being around me, it's too bad. I'm going to help you whether you like it or not."
"Why?" Sirius asked, clearly stunned.
"Because you mean a lot to the people back at the Order."
"So.what's the plan?"
"Well, since we're in the middle of a forest, I think it's perfectly safe for me to conjure a stretcher," with a wave of her wand and an incantation, a stretcher lay on the forest floor, next to Sirius. "And I also think it wouldn't hurt to levitate it until you're strong enough to walk a little ways in the open."
"Aren't you underage?" Sirius said, trying to get onto the stretcher with the help of Fox.
"No, not really. A witch tutored me. Therefore, I can help you," she said, muttering "Wingardium Leviosa!" so that the stretcher levitated before her. After much questioning, Fox began to tell Sirius who she was, as they made their way quickly through the heart of the forest, talking the whole way about pasts they couldn't change.
********** Remus Lupin paced the kitchen late that night. It was August 10th already, and soon enough he'd be heading to Hogwarts. Headmaster Dumbledore had decided that having members of the Order stationed at the school was a necessity now. He felt that he and the teachers could not protect the students on their own.
Remus, Tonks, and Moody would be part of the team there, but there were others that he didn't know. The former professor had been informed that Fox was to be part of their group, but it had been seven days since the girl had been seen, even though she had made contact with them today. Remus couldn't help but worry about them, Sirius was his best friend and Fox was risking her fifteen-year-old life to save him. However much anyone else doubted the girl, he couldn't help but marvel at her bravery, going out alone to help a complete stranger in need. 'We need more people like her,' Remus thought. 'Maybe then we could beat Voldemort and his supporters here and now, instead of placing it all on Harry.'
Remus' thoughts switched to Harry. They were alike in a lot of ways, but unable to notice it through the shadow that covered Fox's exterior. Remus couldn't help but trust her, because for some odd reason or another, he felt a connection that she formed instantly with him, some sort of trust he couldn't describe. He remembered the book and their ability to become fearlessly and loyally attached which to him sounded like Fox already. Remus also remembered reading about Polymagi being drawn to werewolves, but he felt that whatever he'd already formed with the girl had been even more complicated than that.
"I guess we'll find out everything sooner or later," Remus muttered into his cup of tea. He then began to wonder what it would be like going back to Hogwarts again, since he hadn't been there since he taught Harry in his third year. He remembered the train ride there, with Dementors searching the train for the escaped convict that was now his best friend and Harry's godfather. It was a well-remembered year, when Sirius had broken out of Azkaban to avenge James and Lily, and to protect their son.
"You shouldn't wallow in your thoughts, Remus," Albus Dumbledore said from the door of the high-ceilinged kitchen.
"I know," Remus sighed. "I was wondering, what if they don't make it back in time?"
"Have you received word from Fox?"
"Yes, she sent us word of her finding him, and all appears well, except for the fact that they aren't here."
"Remus, they WILL make it back in time, I am sure of it. Fox has never failed me yet, and she has put her life on the line many times before this." Remus nodded to this, but he looked like a little boy trapped in a grown man's body.lost and alone.
"I can't help but worry. She's fifteen, is she not? And being who she is.isn't she in danger enough without exposing herself?"
"Ah, I can see Sirius is not the only one you're worried about. Do not worry, she would not lie and say that everything is going well, when it is indeed not. She's not one to stretch the truth. I hold faith that she will bring Sirius back, in time for the departure from Hogwarts."
"Sirius isn't coming too, is he?"
"Oh course, he wouldn't be left behind, would he? Anyone who actually knows of his Animagus form would not openly admit it to the Ministry."
"But still it's dangerous."
"Well, as we learned last year, it is also dangerous to leave Sirius to brood on his own with nothing to help calm his mind."
"Of course."
"Also, after the events last year, I doubt very seriously that Sirius would be too far from Harry at any time. The bond between them was stronger than we thought, that is the only way that Harry could have seen Sirius when he came back through the veil."
"We've seen what it was like for Harry to lose Sirius, but I don't know what would happen if it was the other way around. Harry means everything to him."
"I am very confident in Harry. He may not know himself how powerful and intelligent he really is, it's quite a shame really. It may in fact be from all those years with his relations that are to blame. Harry never had friends, or really anyone who cared for him until Hogwarts, and then in his third year, Sirius comes along."
"That's one reason I'm worried about them, because of Harry. But I've had to lose Sirius twice, I couldn't lose him a third time."
"I know, Remus, I know. We must just hold faith in Ms. Riddle. Again, she has never failed me before."
"Who are the others going to Hogwarts?"
"I was waiting for someone to ask me," Dumbledore said with the twinkle back in his eyes. "I have managed to convince Fox's tutor, dear Tabetha Tophirk to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts. She also managed to convince Johnathan Riddle to come with her."
"Is that Fox's brother?"
"Yes, a brilliant wizard, also tutored by Tabetha. He finds himself quite reluctant to come out of hiding with his tutor. The world has not treated the siblings kindly. He and Fox haven't seen each others since Fox set out at the young age of ten, desperate to help anyone in need.""
"Is her brother a Polymagus?"
"No," Dumbledore chuckled. "That is a gift shared by Fox, and maybe her sister Azalea. She hasn't been seen in years, since she ran away from Tabetha when she was nine, having finished her tutoring just after Fox."
"Why would she run away?"
"To find her father. She, like her father, hates Muggles, and all those who oppose her father's reign. I believe that Azalea Riddle is far out of our grasp."
Remus was shocked, but Dumbledore merely acted like he'd made a grim comment on the weather. He continued by asking, "Remus, have you seen a wolf around?"
"A wolf? Is that supposed to be a joke, or are you being serious?"
"I'm being completely serious. Have you seen a wolf around?"
"No.er.was I supposed to?"
"A wolf stopped by at Hogwarts the other day, seemed to be looking for something."
"Are you sure?"
"My old age hasn't progressed that much, yes, I am sure."
"Albus?"
"Yes?"
"Why would a wolf come by here?"
"I haven't the slightest, I just assumed he was looking for something, maybe just some food."
"What about someone?"
"Hmm?"
"Just a guess. I guess my first thought was Fox."
"That's an interesting idea, very interesting in fact."
"Well Albus, I'd better be getting to sleep. I'm worrying myself sick."
"Good night, Remus."
**********
"Whatcha thinking, Harry?" Ron asked.
"Nothing, Ron," Harry replied dully. They were both lying in their beds. However, all the tension in the household prevented much sleep.
"You're thinking about Sirius aren't you?"
"Yeah. I can't help it, but I still think it's my fault that he NEARLY died last year. Everyone keeps telling me it's not, but I feel for Voldemort's trick, and I could have gotten all of you killed."
"Harry, Sirius would've done the same for you. Face it Harry, if he'd seen the same thing, he'd rush off before you could say 'Quidditch'. You two love each other in the family kind of way, which has to be the most wonderful thing in the world," Ron pressed, seemingly indifferent to the look of shock on Harry's bewildered face. Normally Hermione would be the one offering comfort to either of the boys, but Ron seemed desperate to make Harry see that he wasn't at fault.
"Thanks, Ron," Harry said quietly. With that, he turned to the wall, still with a million thoughts running through his head. The thought that he might perhaps see Sirius again made his heart catch in his throat. However, another thought drifted into his head. Being half-dead for over a month can't have worked wonders on his beloved godfather. Harry had to shake the thought of a bed-ridden Sirius, calling out for help that couldn't be given, or even offered to begin with.
Harry drifted off to sleep, his nightmares creeping into the land of lose and regret that seems to have settled in the young man's mind, weakening him slowly, and going for the kill.
**********
"You honestly need to eat something," a highly annoyed Fox said to her 'patient,' who firmly refused to eat or sleep. "What are they going to say if I bring back the starved scarecrow that you are right now?"
"They can say what they want," Sirius said slyly, "I'm not hungry, nor am I tired." Sirius flashed a grin at the glaring girl who'd become quite motherly in nature to him.
"You're going to worry your godson sick going back like that. If we had the option, I wouldn't go within ten feet of you until you had a thorough cleaning."
"Do you really think we can make it in time for me to go to Hogwarts too?"
"Yes, and with the state you're in, Madam Pomfrey might fuss until you're in her care. We aren't that far though. It appears as though you took the long and inconspicuous way around."
"Well, I can't be too careful now, can I?" Sirius flashed her another grin and she sighed. "What's wrong?" he asked, a little bit of concern flickering behind his haunted eyes.
"What's Hogwarts like?"
"It's wonderful! I still can't believe you've never been! There are great feasts during the holidays, and on Christmas, sometimes you get pretty much the whole place to yourself. Hogsmeade is nearby too, with the greatest joke shop I might add. There are moving staircases, and trick steps, moving portraits, and the place is huge! You should see all the students," Sirius cried, reminiscing about his Hogwarts days.
"How many students?" Fox asked, managing to sound thoroughly depressed.
"Hundreds, all there for the sake of learning, or so they say. That's not what I did there," Sirius laughed. His face fell though when he saw her darkened expression. "Don't worry, Fox. In a way, you and I are in the same boat. If you wanted, at least you could be in human form, I don't even have that little perk."
"People have always been particularly horrible to me and my remaining brother, at least until Tabetha took us in and taught us everything she learned. I didn't really get a childhood, I had to grow up before my time, just so that I could live with the whispers that followed me," Fox murmured, and here, she really frightened Sirius. The look in her eyes was not that warm look that she normally had. It was a haunted, dead expression, the same look that Azkaban could place on you. Sirius struggled to find his voice, but her blue eyes burst with a burning hatred mixed in with the loneliness that she struggled through.
"Fox?" he managed to stutter meekly.
"Hmm?" She finally looked up, and the clouds behind her eyes cleared, leaving Sirius very relieved.
"How far away are we?"
"Maybe a day or two if you cooperate," she chuckled.
"Fine, I suppose that's not TOO much for you to ask. I'll cooperate."
"Good, roll over and go to sleep." Sirius finally decided to comply with her orders. He sighed and rolled over on the makeshift stretcher, but couldn't stand not getting the last word.
"Yes, mum."
**********
The next day was as dismal as ever at Headquarters. Everyone sat down for a quiet breakfast, the tension in the room almost unbearable. Mrs. Weasley surveyed the kitchen, sending warning glances at those that didn't touch their food, or eat as much as she saw fit. A familiar person stepped out of the fire during their breakfasts, surveying the gloomy faces.
"Ah, let me hope you all cheer up when it comes time to return to Hogwarts," Dumbledore said, looking cheerily over at Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny. They all returned feeble smiles to the Headmaster. "We will have a guest shortly, she'll be bringing some other members of the team to Platform 9 ¾ on September 1st to ride to Hogwarts with you."
"So, we are riding on the train?" Remus asked.
"Yes, for the protection of the students. I've gathered a very powerful crowd in my opinion. They're all too willing to help us in our cause, because all of them have somehow felt the pain of Voldemort's grasp."
"What do you mean?" Tonks asked.
"Most of them either have friends or family who perished during Voldemort's last rise to power. Some of them were so desperate to help that they came directly to the school, insisting that I give them something to do."
"So, who's this mysterious visitor?" Moody inquired.
"Ms. Tabetha Tophirk, if you remember her. She has all to willingly put herself on the line." At these words, Moody simply growled in response. "Put your differences aside Alastor, you are on the same side."
At that exact moment, out of the hearth came a frail looking woman, probably in her late thirties. She had her auburn hair in a knot at the back of her head and a cheerful smile on her face. Her pale brown eyes shined with a twinkle equal to the Headmaster's as she surveyed all those in front of her.
"Everyone meet Hogwarts new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Tabetha Tophirk. She's also part of our newly added Hogwarts Defense Team," Dumbledore said, beaming at the silent room.
"It's great to meet all of you, but there's someone missing here," she said slowly.
"Riddle?" Moody growled. "She's off scouting, not that I expect satisfactory results."
"Alastor." Dumbledore warned quietly. All he got was a grumble in return. "Now, down to business, who all has agreed to come to Hogwarts? At least half a dozen I hope?"
"Exactly, I've convinced six others outside myself and John to go, others have had recent losses. I fear that their wounds are not quick to heal."
"Understandable. Who are the six?"
"Good old Reynold and Marshall Jitter have readily agreed, they're brothers by the way. My cousin Roselyn Tophirk was all too eager to help. Dear Autumn Zallner lost her mother, so she came seeking work. Zaida Tremor came not long after with Liam Yorn," Tabetha Tophirk replied with sadness in her eyes.
"The school will be well protected then," Dumbledore said solemnly. The newcomer nodded gracefully.
"So." she started silently, breaking the uncomfortable silence. "What's this I hear about Sirius Black being innocent?"
"It is indeed true," Dumbledore said slowly. "Peter Pettigrew in a way framed him. Fox is off at the moment retrieving him for us."
"I remember when she was young, she always talked about a rat named Peter, but I could never make any sense out of it. Does that have anything to do with it? I could never make sense out of a lot of things she said."
"Indeed." Dumbledore murmured. "This is interesting. Does she remember a lot from when she was a baby?"
"Oh yes, countless things. She says she can remember everything as clear as day, but she doesn't enjoy talking about it."
"Hmm.Well, I may as well introduce you to everyone while I think." Dumbledore slowly began making the introductions, pausing so that they could shake hands. After all was said and done, their visitor decided it was time to leave.
As darkness settled over Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, Remus lost hope that Sirius was coming back that night. He settled into the kitchen and steadily sipped his tea, gazing intently at the fire.
**********
"Well, how close are we now?" a nervous Sirius asked, leaning heavily onto Fox, his long wild hair hanging into her face.
"Just minutes," she replied, standing with Sirius in the shadows between two of the London buildings. "Come on, we can make it there." It was already clear that both of them were immensely worn out, but they'd made it so close.
They stepped from the shadows of the building, Sirius desperate for support, which the small girl willingly gave. In what seemed like an eternity, they hobbled to the door of the Headquarters, Sirius nearly crushing the girl with their fatigue and what little weight he had. The door opened soundlessly, and they were shrouded in the darkness of the front hall.
Fox led Sirius into the drawing room, where a small, yet heavily cushioned couch was located. She carefully let him slip from her support and onto the moth-eaten couch, his head resting on the softest thing he could find. He seemed to sleep into a fitful slumber as he laid back.
Sirius' rescuer then slipped out of the quiet of the drawing room and made her way towards the kitchen, hoping desperately that someone was there. That night, she was in luck, as Remus still sat at the table. She was shocked at first to see his head in one shaking hand.
"Remus?" she begged quietly, her voice just above a whisper, but at her calling his head shot up like a rocket, his steadily graying hair moving with him.
"Fox! Did you get him? Is he here?"
"Yes, he's in the drawing room, not in the best shape I must add."
Remus didn't need to here anymore. He was out of his seat in no time, dashing as quietly as possible towards the drawing room, sheer happiness glowing within him. He carefully budged the door open when he reached it. Sirius appeared to be asleep, the only sleep he'd gotten in days by the looks of it. His friend had dark circles under his eyes, and a starved look about him, not just for food.
"Moony?" Sirius asked in a groggy voice. Remus stepped forward.
"Sirius.is that really you?" Sirius allowed himself a smile at this.
"No Moony, it's Peter, can't you tell?" Sirius said, his voice filled with as much sarcasm as he could muster. Remus smiled inwardly. 'He's going to be fine,' he thought. "Where's Harry?" Sirius asked, interrupting Remus' thoughts.
"He's upstairs sleeping. Do you want me to get him?"
"No, I want you to stay here, unless you'd rather go to sleep yourself."
"Want me to send Fox up to get him?"
"Whatever you think suits everyone."
"Great Merlin! It's already five in the morning, I didn't sleep at all." Remus then turned to Fox, "I don't think Harry would mind being woken up, it's not like it's the middle of the night anymore. Could you get him?"
"Certainly," was Fox's eager reply. She turned abruptly and made her way towards the stairs.
"She's a nice motherly figure," Sirius chuckled. "'Sirius, you need to eat more than that!" "You need sleep Sirius."
"Hate to admit Padfoot, but she's right. No offense, but you look awful. You'll probably scare Harry out of his wits."
"That's what Fox says. Though, she also says I'm in desperate need of a bath," Sirius smiled. "Being halfway to death and not meeting it's not the best deal for your body."
"Harry was in a right state after we thought you died. I have to admit, so was I, thinking I was the last Marauder."
"No Moony, I'm too much of a pest to ever leave you. And how is Harry? I heard from Fox, but that was a couple of days ago."
"He's fine, just getting himself ready for Hogwarts, everyone is."
"I'm going to be able to go, aren't I?"
"Seeing as how she brought you back in one piece, it might not be too much of a problem."
"Remus?" a tired voice from the doorway asked. "Why am I down here so early?"
"Harry," Sirius said in a mock hurt voice, "I can't believe you don't want to see me."
"Sirius?" Harry croaked just above a whisper. He stepped further into the room, looking at the emaciated form on the couch.
"Come here Harry," Sirius said. Harry didn't hesitate. Sirius pulled him into a weak, yet affective hug. "I missed you Harry," Sirius whispered.
Fox stood in the doorway, covered by shadows, just admiring the scene before her. It was clear that there was a bond of love, not defeated by Sirius' absence. Fox tried to back away noiselessly, but a floorboard under her squeaked. Remus smiled to himself, and then he told the two that he'd make them breakfast.
Getting up, Remus crossed the room with quick, long strides. He drew the door open slowly, finding a guilty looking Fox standing there, looking anywhere but at him. Remus was just glad that she hadn't run away yet.
"You didn't run," he said quietly.
"I couldn't. I was caught, wasn't I?" She then tried backing away from him.
"Don't back away, I won't bite for another week yet," he said, stretching a grim smile, glad to see one flicker briefly on her face as well. "Care to help me make some breakfast? The others won't be up for a while."
"S-sure," she replied timidly, no longer planning to run, but still looking increasingly nervous. She walked just slightly behind Remus as he made his way to the kitchen. Suddenly he stopped and turned to her. He did the most unexpected thing in the world then.
He hugged her. A solitary tear ran down his cheek as he sobbed silently. At first, she seemed confused, but then she was beginning to relax when he spoke.
"Thank you so much for bringing him back. None of us can thank you enough, especially not Harry or myself. Thank you. You don't deserve anything that anyone's ever done to you, I'm so sorry. Thank you so much."
Seeing that his intentions were pointed towards harming her, she did something that she'd never done in her life and comforted the sobbing form of Remus. One side of her thought she was betraying herself, that trust and comfort only lead to hurt, but another part told her that this was what she was meant to do, so she did.
As soon as Remus pulled away from her and realized what he'd been doing, he tried to gain his usual composure and wipe away his stray tears.
"Fox, I'm sorry. I just can't believe-,"
"No need to apologize, Remus."
The former professor gave her a grin. "Harry and Sirius are probably starving. Still up to helping with breakfast?"
"Certainly."
When the bacon, eggs, and pancakes were all ready, Remus and Fox began taking them to the drawing room. Fox had barely relented to eating with them, saying it was a personal time between all of them, but gave in upon Remus' constant insistence. Remus carried the tray with the food and plates, while Fox brought the drinks with her, walking quietly behind him.
"Ah, my rescuer," Sirius said in a fake high-pitched voice when Fox entered behind Remus.
"Oh hush, I barely got her in here, you're going to scare her away!" Remus pleaded.
"Oh, alright Moony. You're no fun, you know that? She's had to put up with me and only me for the past two days and survived, I think she can stand A LITTLE teasing."
"A little teasing from the weak man who had to lean on me all the way out of that cozy forest you were inhabiting," she retorted in a strong voice, the same voice that startled Remus.
"Alright, I give up mum dearest," Sirius cried. "Harry and I were sitting here talking about sixth year. Merlin it'll be great going back to Hogwarts!"
Sirius stole one glance at Fox after he said this. What he saw was a fifteen-year-old girl slowly receding into herself. What he couldn't see was why.
Chapter 5
The summer began to melt away in the same monotonous predicaments. This year, for some odd reason, the fun seemed to have drifted out of the occupants at the Order of the Phoenix Headquarters. With Remus Lupin's occasional monthly absence, things got downright dull. Everyone seemed to be weak with anticipation for some odd event that no one could identify.
Some of the regular visitors to Headquarters were in the foulest moods possible. Dumbledore's twinkling eyes were plagued with age, Moody seemed absolutely ferocious at the slightest mention of a certain Polymagus, and Fred and George had hardly played any pranks, (which was oddly enough unnerving to the whole household). Harry, Hermione, and Ron tried desperately to occupy themselves to draw their attention away from whatever might be happening outside the safety of Number Twelve's walls.
The three friends sat within the confines of Harry and Ron's room. The two boys played a dreadful game of chess while Hermione read. She occasional cast a scornful glance towards the board when a piece got particularly rambunctious while doing it's duty of dragging the opponent's piece away.
"Harry mate, you're in need of desperate practice!" Ron proclaimed with a lopsided grin stretching far and wide.
"Yes, they practices getting out of Mistress home.filth that still comes here.Mistress son gones, they stills come here bothering my Mistress." Kreacher the house-elf mumbled as he sidled down the hall past the room they were occupying.
"Stop mumbling you stupid git!" Ron roared. Hermione shushed him quickly, everyone waiting through the tension for Mrs. Black's screams, but they never came.
"You were very lucky this time, Ron!" Hermione snarled quietly. "You'd be just the one to wake her up!"
"I can't take anymore of Kreacher!" Ron snapped back. "That bloody pest has bad things coming for him! I'd like to be the one to give it to him. Plus, he calls you a Mudblood every spare chance he gets. Why are you sticking up for him?"
"Forget it, Ron," she said. Hermione snapped her book shut quickly and took long strides to get to their door. After wrenching the door open, she lost hold of the book in her free hand. The book seemed to fall slowly before finally crashing to the wooden floor with a stunning 'BOOM'. Hermione gritted her teeth before it came. Mrs. Black's screams echoed through the house, the curtains in front of her painting flung wide open, exposing the horror that was Sirius' mother. Just as she had done before, her eyes bulged and saliva ran fluidly from her mouth, her shrieks making the occupants hair stand on end.
The pounding of feet was heard running up the stairs. It only took five of the adults, but eventually the curtains that normally covered the painting were back in place. Remus smiled amiably as he saw Hermione standing over her book, looking purely exasperated.
"NO CAUTION AT ALL!" Moody barked before tramping back down the stairs, a dull 'clump' heard every other footstep.
"I'm not the only one now!" Tonks laughed.
"Don't worry Hermione, Mad-Eye's just in a foul mood lately," Remus said, giving her a warm smile. "We really need to get this painting off the wall. Up to a challenge Hermione?"
"Yes!" Hermione nearly cried, beaming with sheer joy at having something to do.
"Alright, there's a library full of books downstairs. Why don't you see if you can find an Unsticking spell or something of the sort?"
Hermione didn't need him to ask again. She hurtled down the stairs full speed, nearly knocking over Molly Weasley. She looked quite flustered when she reached the top of the stairs where Remus and Tonks were still standing. Harry and Ron came out to investigate Hermione's disappearance, only to find Mrs. Weasley shaking and pale, holding a piece of weathered parchment.
"She found him." she said slowly.
"What?" Remus asked sharply.
"Fox found Sirius, she sent a small letter with one of the birds."
"What does it say?" Remus inquired, stepping found to grasp the slip of parchment. He then read it aloud. "Found who I was looking for today, they're in terrible shape, near to death. It may take longer than expected to get back, but we'll make it. Best wishes, Fox R."
"Do you think she really found him?" Tonks spoke up.
"Of course, she wouldn't say this unless it were true," Remus sighed.
"I don't know Remus-," Tonks started, but Remus cut her off.
"I do, she wouldn't lie about something like this. Either it's just me, or she understands just how important Sirius is to all of us. She's not lying."
"How can you trust her so easily?" Tonks asked after a long pause.
"How can you not? She's given us no reason to believe she's untrustworthy."
"Why didn't she let us figure all of this out about her beforehand? I know that Mad-Eye knew, but what about the rest of us? Why didn't we know? What's she hiding?"
"Did you see how scared and lost she looked when Mad-Eye started barking at her earlier? Of course she doesn't want to be judged because of something she can't control," Remus retorted, and they all knew that somehow this touched a very sensitive spot with him. "I don't care if I'm the only person here who trusts her, but I do. Give her time. Wait before you judge her."
Tonks sighed, knowing very well that she was defeated. Part of her knew that Remus was right, but another part just couldn't get past the fact that she was the very product of Voldemort. With a meaningful look at Remus, she began trudging down the stairs, quickly followed by Molly Weasley.
Just a few seconds later, Hermione appeared on the stairs, carrying a tottering pile of books that went well above her head. Remus gave an amused chuckle at the sixth year Gryffindor, very much like his own school self.
"Now those can't all be on spells and charms," Remus said, highly amused when Hermione began to turn red.
"No, some of them I just found to be interesting. Perhaps just for a little light reading afterwards," she said in a small voice.
"On what may I ask? I myself haven't had a chance to get a good look in the library."
"Well, out of curiosity, and all the conversations flying about, I wanted to find out more about Polymagi," she said confidently.
"Hmm, mind if I take a look too?" Remus asked.
"Certainly," Hermione gasped, clearly impressed that someone else took an interest in the subject, even though it was the talk of the entire household.
All four of them made their way to Harry and Ron's room, all clearly interested in what the books could hold for them. Ron and Hermione began looking through books for an Usticking charm to use on Mrs. Black's portrait, while Harry and Remus began looking for information on Polymagi. Remus' face was contorted with a look of suppressed rage when he opened the cover of one of the books.
""The Book of Dark Creatures holds information on Giants, Werewolves, Polymagi, and all those more complicated species of darkness,'" he quoted. "Oh well, may as well look in here."
"I don't see how they could classify the best Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher we ever had as a 'Dark creature,'" Ron said, making Remus grin slightly.
"Professor Moody wasn't that bad either, and everyone judged him too," Hermione added from over the cover of a book.
"If I remember correctly, we never HAD Professor Moody," Harry sighed.
"True," Hermione said, "but it was still a better learning experience than Umbridge."
"Listen to this," Remus said excitedly. He then started to read from the book in his hands that had previously angered him.
"Polymagi are classified in this book due to their usual alliance with the Dark side. Only one Polymagus in history, one Genvector Poltar, was considered to be on the side of good. However, it is said that he occasionally lost his head and attacked innocents when he was in human form. Until his death he remained locked in a tower of his family's home.
Polymagi can make a transformation into any kind of animal at will, but the color of fur, skin, or feathers will always remain black, regardless of the animals natural color. No one knows where this trait comes from, but it is only another reason why the public fears their kind. Polymagi will always keep their original eye color, which is the only way to distinguish them from an actual animal. Animals are natural drawn to a Polymagus due to their bond with the wild. Polymagi are classified as a separate species from humans. A Polymagus is also drawn towards all creatures, including Giants, Werewolves, Centaurs, etc. Polymagi find it possible to converse with creatures of all sorts. They are also known for their bonds with Animagi, since they themselves can make a transformation into a particular animal.
A Polymagus is not quick to trust any ordinary human being. Those select few however, find themselves an undying bond of loyalty and trust. A Polymagus will die for what they stand for, and who they protect. However, they are still considered a Dark creature."
"Bloody hell!" Ron cried, " I thought Hermione knew everything there was to know!"
"Ron Weasley! It is impossible to know everything!" Hermione shot back.
"I didn't know they were classified as a separate species," Remus frowned. "The world of my fellow creatures is so unfair." At this he, and the rest of the room, broke the tension of the household with laughter.
"Dinner is ready," Mrs. Weasley said from the door, but stopped when she saw them all laughter hysterically. "I give up," she muttered.
"It feels good to laugh," Harry sighed when the room suddenly decided to settle down.
"Yeah, all this tension and worry," Hermione said in a small voice, "There's just so much to worry about."
"Well," Remus said, "We'd better go down before we get Molly to worry about too."
"Good idea," Ron breathed. Sitting up, he was the first out the door.
**********
"Sirius Black?" a voice behind him asked. 'Oh no,' he thought, 'I've been caught.'
"I'm not from the Ministry, nor am I a Death Eater," she seemed to shudder at these words. "I was sent by the Order of the Phoenix to help you."
Sirius was lying facedown on the ground, but on these words, he perked up. His dull eyes seemed to twinkle as the young girl came into view. To put it simply, she looked downright exhausted. Her robes were torn and muddy, and her complexion was pale and sweaty. Sirius still refused to let his guard down, not for one second. 'She could be trying to get at Harry,' he thought quickly.
"Who sent you out?" he asked hoarsely.
"Alastor Moody. He sent me after we all returned from Diagon Alley. We'd just gone there earlier to get supplies for the Weasleys and their friends for their next year at Hogwarts." She took a step closer. Sirius could tell that she was adding as much information as she could into her words, trying to get him to trust her.
"What friends?"
"Harry Potter and Hermione.Granger I think it is?" she replied, kneeling beside Sirius. He didn't try to back away this time.
"H-Harry?"
"Yes, he's there along with the Weasleys, Ms. Granger, Remus Lupin, Tonks, and a few others occasionally."
"Harry's alright?"
"Yes, I don't think you need to worry about him at the moment, he's in good hands. You, however, are far from worrying over."
"Everyone made it out?" Sirius asked as she pulled a quill and parchment out of her cloak.
"Out of the Department of Mysteries? Yes, I believe you were the only major casualty. Quite a few of the Death Eaters were caught, I don't know which ones though."
She began scribbling a hasty note onto the slip of parchment, and then folding it in half. She waited only moments for an owl to show up and land gracefully on her outstretched arm. "Take this to the Order of the Phoenix Headquarters quickly. Don't get caught," she whispered.
"Who are you?" Sirius finally asked as she began extracting potions from pockets lining the inside of her cloak.
"My name's Fox. I've been working for Albus Dumbledore for quite sometime, but have recently just been accepted as a member of the Order."
"What? You can't be much older than fifteen, sixteen maybe?"
"No," she laughed, "But it doesn't much matter. Personally, I believe I make quite a handy spy."
"Oh no, it's another Snivellus I take it?" Sirius groaned.
"Severus? Oh course not, even I can't be that dismal ALL the time. Drink this."
"What is this?" Sirius asked, holding the vial weakly in his hand. Fox helped him to sit up a bit so that he could drink it properly.
"Madam Pomfrey gave me a good supply of potions to give you. She only gave me instructions as to how and when to use them. The only one I'm familiar with is the Pepperup Potion."
Sirius then drained the potion, and its affects were instantaneous. He began to feel warm and fulfilled all at once, and a little color began to come back into his face. He breathed a sigh of relief. 'Harry's okay,' was the thought constantly running through his head.
"This may sound like a foolish question, since in truth you're half-dead, but how are you feeling?" the girl asked, looking intently at him. The look was unnerving, like she was slowly appraising his worth.
"Considerably better. Especially since I know my godson's fine."
"Harry Potter?" she asked.
"Yes, how is he doing, how's everyone holding up?" Sirius asked, slowly feeling a bond of trust with this girl.
"He's doing fine. They're all preparing for their next year at Hogwarts. I believe that Dumbledore's going to be sending some of the Order to Hogwarts this year to help protect the school."
Sirius sighed, "I wish I were there."
"Well, if you recover quickly enough, who knows?"
"You're forgetting that I'm an escaped convict."
"Who's also an Animagus."
"How'd you know that-oh, I suppose Moony told you."
"Moody told me, but I can also sense when someone's an Animagus."
"How's that?"
"Well, you see.I'm a Polymagus, some of these things just come naturally. Whether or not you like the idea of being around me, it's too bad. I'm going to help you whether you like it or not."
"Why?" Sirius asked, clearly stunned.
"Because you mean a lot to the people back at the Order."
"So.what's the plan?"
"Well, since we're in the middle of a forest, I think it's perfectly safe for me to conjure a stretcher," with a wave of her wand and an incantation, a stretcher lay on the forest floor, next to Sirius. "And I also think it wouldn't hurt to levitate it until you're strong enough to walk a little ways in the open."
"Aren't you underage?" Sirius said, trying to get onto the stretcher with the help of Fox.
"No, not really. A witch tutored me. Therefore, I can help you," she said, muttering "Wingardium Leviosa!" so that the stretcher levitated before her. After much questioning, Fox began to tell Sirius who she was, as they made their way quickly through the heart of the forest, talking the whole way about pasts they couldn't change.
********** Remus Lupin paced the kitchen late that night. It was August 10th already, and soon enough he'd be heading to Hogwarts. Headmaster Dumbledore had decided that having members of the Order stationed at the school was a necessity now. He felt that he and the teachers could not protect the students on their own.
Remus, Tonks, and Moody would be part of the team there, but there were others that he didn't know. The former professor had been informed that Fox was to be part of their group, but it had been seven days since the girl had been seen, even though she had made contact with them today. Remus couldn't help but worry about them, Sirius was his best friend and Fox was risking her fifteen-year-old life to save him. However much anyone else doubted the girl, he couldn't help but marvel at her bravery, going out alone to help a complete stranger in need. 'We need more people like her,' Remus thought. 'Maybe then we could beat Voldemort and his supporters here and now, instead of placing it all on Harry.'
Remus' thoughts switched to Harry. They were alike in a lot of ways, but unable to notice it through the shadow that covered Fox's exterior. Remus couldn't help but trust her, because for some odd reason or another, he felt a connection that she formed instantly with him, some sort of trust he couldn't describe. He remembered the book and their ability to become fearlessly and loyally attached which to him sounded like Fox already. Remus also remembered reading about Polymagi being drawn to werewolves, but he felt that whatever he'd already formed with the girl had been even more complicated than that.
"I guess we'll find out everything sooner or later," Remus muttered into his cup of tea. He then began to wonder what it would be like going back to Hogwarts again, since he hadn't been there since he taught Harry in his third year. He remembered the train ride there, with Dementors searching the train for the escaped convict that was now his best friend and Harry's godfather. It was a well-remembered year, when Sirius had broken out of Azkaban to avenge James and Lily, and to protect their son.
"You shouldn't wallow in your thoughts, Remus," Albus Dumbledore said from the door of the high-ceilinged kitchen.
"I know," Remus sighed. "I was wondering, what if they don't make it back in time?"
"Have you received word from Fox?"
"Yes, she sent us word of her finding him, and all appears well, except for the fact that they aren't here."
"Remus, they WILL make it back in time, I am sure of it. Fox has never failed me yet, and she has put her life on the line many times before this." Remus nodded to this, but he looked like a little boy trapped in a grown man's body.lost and alone.
"I can't help but worry. She's fifteen, is she not? And being who she is.isn't she in danger enough without exposing herself?"
"Ah, I can see Sirius is not the only one you're worried about. Do not worry, she would not lie and say that everything is going well, when it is indeed not. She's not one to stretch the truth. I hold faith that she will bring Sirius back, in time for the departure from Hogwarts."
"Sirius isn't coming too, is he?"
"Oh course, he wouldn't be left behind, would he? Anyone who actually knows of his Animagus form would not openly admit it to the Ministry."
"But still it's dangerous."
"Well, as we learned last year, it is also dangerous to leave Sirius to brood on his own with nothing to help calm his mind."
"Of course."
"Also, after the events last year, I doubt very seriously that Sirius would be too far from Harry at any time. The bond between them was stronger than we thought, that is the only way that Harry could have seen Sirius when he came back through the veil."
"We've seen what it was like for Harry to lose Sirius, but I don't know what would happen if it was the other way around. Harry means everything to him."
"I am very confident in Harry. He may not know himself how powerful and intelligent he really is, it's quite a shame really. It may in fact be from all those years with his relations that are to blame. Harry never had friends, or really anyone who cared for him until Hogwarts, and then in his third year, Sirius comes along."
"That's one reason I'm worried about them, because of Harry. But I've had to lose Sirius twice, I couldn't lose him a third time."
"I know, Remus, I know. We must just hold faith in Ms. Riddle. Again, she has never failed me before."
"Who are the others going to Hogwarts?"
"I was waiting for someone to ask me," Dumbledore said with the twinkle back in his eyes. "I have managed to convince Fox's tutor, dear Tabetha Tophirk to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts. She also managed to convince Johnathan Riddle to come with her."
"Is that Fox's brother?"
"Yes, a brilliant wizard, also tutored by Tabetha. He finds himself quite reluctant to come out of hiding with his tutor. The world has not treated the siblings kindly. He and Fox haven't seen each others since Fox set out at the young age of ten, desperate to help anyone in need.""
"Is her brother a Polymagus?"
"No," Dumbledore chuckled. "That is a gift shared by Fox, and maybe her sister Azalea. She hasn't been seen in years, since she ran away from Tabetha when she was nine, having finished her tutoring just after Fox."
"Why would she run away?"
"To find her father. She, like her father, hates Muggles, and all those who oppose her father's reign. I believe that Azalea Riddle is far out of our grasp."
Remus was shocked, but Dumbledore merely acted like he'd made a grim comment on the weather. He continued by asking, "Remus, have you seen a wolf around?"
"A wolf? Is that supposed to be a joke, or are you being serious?"
"I'm being completely serious. Have you seen a wolf around?"
"No.er.was I supposed to?"
"A wolf stopped by at Hogwarts the other day, seemed to be looking for something."
"Are you sure?"
"My old age hasn't progressed that much, yes, I am sure."
"Albus?"
"Yes?"
"Why would a wolf come by here?"
"I haven't the slightest, I just assumed he was looking for something, maybe just some food."
"What about someone?"
"Hmm?"
"Just a guess. I guess my first thought was Fox."
"That's an interesting idea, very interesting in fact."
"Well Albus, I'd better be getting to sleep. I'm worrying myself sick."
"Good night, Remus."
**********
"Whatcha thinking, Harry?" Ron asked.
"Nothing, Ron," Harry replied dully. They were both lying in their beds. However, all the tension in the household prevented much sleep.
"You're thinking about Sirius aren't you?"
"Yeah. I can't help it, but I still think it's my fault that he NEARLY died last year. Everyone keeps telling me it's not, but I feel for Voldemort's trick, and I could have gotten all of you killed."
"Harry, Sirius would've done the same for you. Face it Harry, if he'd seen the same thing, he'd rush off before you could say 'Quidditch'. You two love each other in the family kind of way, which has to be the most wonderful thing in the world," Ron pressed, seemingly indifferent to the look of shock on Harry's bewildered face. Normally Hermione would be the one offering comfort to either of the boys, but Ron seemed desperate to make Harry see that he wasn't at fault.
"Thanks, Ron," Harry said quietly. With that, he turned to the wall, still with a million thoughts running through his head. The thought that he might perhaps see Sirius again made his heart catch in his throat. However, another thought drifted into his head. Being half-dead for over a month can't have worked wonders on his beloved godfather. Harry had to shake the thought of a bed-ridden Sirius, calling out for help that couldn't be given, or even offered to begin with.
Harry drifted off to sleep, his nightmares creeping into the land of lose and regret that seems to have settled in the young man's mind, weakening him slowly, and going for the kill.
**********
"You honestly need to eat something," a highly annoyed Fox said to her 'patient,' who firmly refused to eat or sleep. "What are they going to say if I bring back the starved scarecrow that you are right now?"
"They can say what they want," Sirius said slyly, "I'm not hungry, nor am I tired." Sirius flashed a grin at the glaring girl who'd become quite motherly in nature to him.
"You're going to worry your godson sick going back like that. If we had the option, I wouldn't go within ten feet of you until you had a thorough cleaning."
"Do you really think we can make it in time for me to go to Hogwarts too?"
"Yes, and with the state you're in, Madam Pomfrey might fuss until you're in her care. We aren't that far though. It appears as though you took the long and inconspicuous way around."
"Well, I can't be too careful now, can I?" Sirius flashed her another grin and she sighed. "What's wrong?" he asked, a little bit of concern flickering behind his haunted eyes.
"What's Hogwarts like?"
"It's wonderful! I still can't believe you've never been! There are great feasts during the holidays, and on Christmas, sometimes you get pretty much the whole place to yourself. Hogsmeade is nearby too, with the greatest joke shop I might add. There are moving staircases, and trick steps, moving portraits, and the place is huge! You should see all the students," Sirius cried, reminiscing about his Hogwarts days.
"How many students?" Fox asked, managing to sound thoroughly depressed.
"Hundreds, all there for the sake of learning, or so they say. That's not what I did there," Sirius laughed. His face fell though when he saw her darkened expression. "Don't worry, Fox. In a way, you and I are in the same boat. If you wanted, at least you could be in human form, I don't even have that little perk."
"People have always been particularly horrible to me and my remaining brother, at least until Tabetha took us in and taught us everything she learned. I didn't really get a childhood, I had to grow up before my time, just so that I could live with the whispers that followed me," Fox murmured, and here, she really frightened Sirius. The look in her eyes was not that warm look that she normally had. It was a haunted, dead expression, the same look that Azkaban could place on you. Sirius struggled to find his voice, but her blue eyes burst with a burning hatred mixed in with the loneliness that she struggled through.
"Fox?" he managed to stutter meekly.
"Hmm?" She finally looked up, and the clouds behind her eyes cleared, leaving Sirius very relieved.
"How far away are we?"
"Maybe a day or two if you cooperate," she chuckled.
"Fine, I suppose that's not TOO much for you to ask. I'll cooperate."
"Good, roll over and go to sleep." Sirius finally decided to comply with her orders. He sighed and rolled over on the makeshift stretcher, but couldn't stand not getting the last word.
"Yes, mum."
**********
The next day was as dismal as ever at Headquarters. Everyone sat down for a quiet breakfast, the tension in the room almost unbearable. Mrs. Weasley surveyed the kitchen, sending warning glances at those that didn't touch their food, or eat as much as she saw fit. A familiar person stepped out of the fire during their breakfasts, surveying the gloomy faces.
"Ah, let me hope you all cheer up when it comes time to return to Hogwarts," Dumbledore said, looking cheerily over at Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny. They all returned feeble smiles to the Headmaster. "We will have a guest shortly, she'll be bringing some other members of the team to Platform 9 ¾ on September 1st to ride to Hogwarts with you."
"So, we are riding on the train?" Remus asked.
"Yes, for the protection of the students. I've gathered a very powerful crowd in my opinion. They're all too willing to help us in our cause, because all of them have somehow felt the pain of Voldemort's grasp."
"What do you mean?" Tonks asked.
"Most of them either have friends or family who perished during Voldemort's last rise to power. Some of them were so desperate to help that they came directly to the school, insisting that I give them something to do."
"So, who's this mysterious visitor?" Moody inquired.
"Ms. Tabetha Tophirk, if you remember her. She has all to willingly put herself on the line." At these words, Moody simply growled in response. "Put your differences aside Alastor, you are on the same side."
At that exact moment, out of the hearth came a frail looking woman, probably in her late thirties. She had her auburn hair in a knot at the back of her head and a cheerful smile on her face. Her pale brown eyes shined with a twinkle equal to the Headmaster's as she surveyed all those in front of her.
"Everyone meet Hogwarts new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Tabetha Tophirk. She's also part of our newly added Hogwarts Defense Team," Dumbledore said, beaming at the silent room.
"It's great to meet all of you, but there's someone missing here," she said slowly.
"Riddle?" Moody growled. "She's off scouting, not that I expect satisfactory results."
"Alastor." Dumbledore warned quietly. All he got was a grumble in return. "Now, down to business, who all has agreed to come to Hogwarts? At least half a dozen I hope?"
"Exactly, I've convinced six others outside myself and John to go, others have had recent losses. I fear that their wounds are not quick to heal."
"Understandable. Who are the six?"
"Good old Reynold and Marshall Jitter have readily agreed, they're brothers by the way. My cousin Roselyn Tophirk was all too eager to help. Dear Autumn Zallner lost her mother, so she came seeking work. Zaida Tremor came not long after with Liam Yorn," Tabetha Tophirk replied with sadness in her eyes.
"The school will be well protected then," Dumbledore said solemnly. The newcomer nodded gracefully.
"So." she started silently, breaking the uncomfortable silence. "What's this I hear about Sirius Black being innocent?"
"It is indeed true," Dumbledore said slowly. "Peter Pettigrew in a way framed him. Fox is off at the moment retrieving him for us."
"I remember when she was young, she always talked about a rat named Peter, but I could never make any sense out of it. Does that have anything to do with it? I could never make sense out of a lot of things she said."
"Indeed." Dumbledore murmured. "This is interesting. Does she remember a lot from when she was a baby?"
"Oh yes, countless things. She says she can remember everything as clear as day, but she doesn't enjoy talking about it."
"Hmm.Well, I may as well introduce you to everyone while I think." Dumbledore slowly began making the introductions, pausing so that they could shake hands. After all was said and done, their visitor decided it was time to leave.
As darkness settled over Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, Remus lost hope that Sirius was coming back that night. He settled into the kitchen and steadily sipped his tea, gazing intently at the fire.
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"Well, how close are we now?" a nervous Sirius asked, leaning heavily onto Fox, his long wild hair hanging into her face.
"Just minutes," she replied, standing with Sirius in the shadows between two of the London buildings. "Come on, we can make it there." It was already clear that both of them were immensely worn out, but they'd made it so close.
They stepped from the shadows of the building, Sirius desperate for support, which the small girl willingly gave. In what seemed like an eternity, they hobbled to the door of the Headquarters, Sirius nearly crushing the girl with their fatigue and what little weight he had. The door opened soundlessly, and they were shrouded in the darkness of the front hall.
Fox led Sirius into the drawing room, where a small, yet heavily cushioned couch was located. She carefully let him slip from her support and onto the moth-eaten couch, his head resting on the softest thing he could find. He seemed to sleep into a fitful slumber as he laid back.
Sirius' rescuer then slipped out of the quiet of the drawing room and made her way towards the kitchen, hoping desperately that someone was there. That night, she was in luck, as Remus still sat at the table. She was shocked at first to see his head in one shaking hand.
"Remus?" she begged quietly, her voice just above a whisper, but at her calling his head shot up like a rocket, his steadily graying hair moving with him.
"Fox! Did you get him? Is he here?"
"Yes, he's in the drawing room, not in the best shape I must add."
Remus didn't need to here anymore. He was out of his seat in no time, dashing as quietly as possible towards the drawing room, sheer happiness glowing within him. He carefully budged the door open when he reached it. Sirius appeared to be asleep, the only sleep he'd gotten in days by the looks of it. His friend had dark circles under his eyes, and a starved look about him, not just for food.
"Moony?" Sirius asked in a groggy voice. Remus stepped forward.
"Sirius.is that really you?" Sirius allowed himself a smile at this.
"No Moony, it's Peter, can't you tell?" Sirius said, his voice filled with as much sarcasm as he could muster. Remus smiled inwardly. 'He's going to be fine,' he thought. "Where's Harry?" Sirius asked, interrupting Remus' thoughts.
"He's upstairs sleeping. Do you want me to get him?"
"No, I want you to stay here, unless you'd rather go to sleep yourself."
"Want me to send Fox up to get him?"
"Whatever you think suits everyone."
"Great Merlin! It's already five in the morning, I didn't sleep at all." Remus then turned to Fox, "I don't think Harry would mind being woken up, it's not like it's the middle of the night anymore. Could you get him?"
"Certainly," was Fox's eager reply. She turned abruptly and made her way towards the stairs.
"She's a nice motherly figure," Sirius chuckled. "'Sirius, you need to eat more than that!" "You need sleep Sirius."
"Hate to admit Padfoot, but she's right. No offense, but you look awful. You'll probably scare Harry out of his wits."
"That's what Fox says. Though, she also says I'm in desperate need of a bath," Sirius smiled. "Being halfway to death and not meeting it's not the best deal for your body."
"Harry was in a right state after we thought you died. I have to admit, so was I, thinking I was the last Marauder."
"No Moony, I'm too much of a pest to ever leave you. And how is Harry? I heard from Fox, but that was a couple of days ago."
"He's fine, just getting himself ready for Hogwarts, everyone is."
"I'm going to be able to go, aren't I?"
"Seeing as how she brought you back in one piece, it might not be too much of a problem."
"Remus?" a tired voice from the doorway asked. "Why am I down here so early?"
"Harry," Sirius said in a mock hurt voice, "I can't believe you don't want to see me."
"Sirius?" Harry croaked just above a whisper. He stepped further into the room, looking at the emaciated form on the couch.
"Come here Harry," Sirius said. Harry didn't hesitate. Sirius pulled him into a weak, yet affective hug. "I missed you Harry," Sirius whispered.
Fox stood in the doorway, covered by shadows, just admiring the scene before her. It was clear that there was a bond of love, not defeated by Sirius' absence. Fox tried to back away noiselessly, but a floorboard under her squeaked. Remus smiled to himself, and then he told the two that he'd make them breakfast.
Getting up, Remus crossed the room with quick, long strides. He drew the door open slowly, finding a guilty looking Fox standing there, looking anywhere but at him. Remus was just glad that she hadn't run away yet.
"You didn't run," he said quietly.
"I couldn't. I was caught, wasn't I?" She then tried backing away from him.
"Don't back away, I won't bite for another week yet," he said, stretching a grim smile, glad to see one flicker briefly on her face as well. "Care to help me make some breakfast? The others won't be up for a while."
"S-sure," she replied timidly, no longer planning to run, but still looking increasingly nervous. She walked just slightly behind Remus as he made his way to the kitchen. Suddenly he stopped and turned to her. He did the most unexpected thing in the world then.
He hugged her. A solitary tear ran down his cheek as he sobbed silently. At first, she seemed confused, but then she was beginning to relax when he spoke.
"Thank you so much for bringing him back. None of us can thank you enough, especially not Harry or myself. Thank you. You don't deserve anything that anyone's ever done to you, I'm so sorry. Thank you so much."
Seeing that his intentions were pointed towards harming her, she did something that she'd never done in her life and comforted the sobbing form of Remus. One side of her thought she was betraying herself, that trust and comfort only lead to hurt, but another part told her that this was what she was meant to do, so she did.
As soon as Remus pulled away from her and realized what he'd been doing, he tried to gain his usual composure and wipe away his stray tears.
"Fox, I'm sorry. I just can't believe-,"
"No need to apologize, Remus."
The former professor gave her a grin. "Harry and Sirius are probably starving. Still up to helping with breakfast?"
"Certainly."
When the bacon, eggs, and pancakes were all ready, Remus and Fox began taking them to the drawing room. Fox had barely relented to eating with them, saying it was a personal time between all of them, but gave in upon Remus' constant insistence. Remus carried the tray with the food and plates, while Fox brought the drinks with her, walking quietly behind him.
"Ah, my rescuer," Sirius said in a fake high-pitched voice when Fox entered behind Remus.
"Oh hush, I barely got her in here, you're going to scare her away!" Remus pleaded.
"Oh, alright Moony. You're no fun, you know that? She's had to put up with me and only me for the past two days and survived, I think she can stand A LITTLE teasing."
"A little teasing from the weak man who had to lean on me all the way out of that cozy forest you were inhabiting," she retorted in a strong voice, the same voice that startled Remus.
"Alright, I give up mum dearest," Sirius cried. "Harry and I were sitting here talking about sixth year. Merlin it'll be great going back to Hogwarts!"
Sirius stole one glance at Fox after he said this. What he saw was a fifteen-year-old girl slowly receding into herself. What he couldn't see was why.