Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter! J.K. Rowling does! All the credits for the books belongs to her and her only. I do own Tisha Picard and Sorian. Darla and Darius belongs to my friend. She is co-writing this story, so half of credits for this fanfic belongs to her. She's putting this fic onto her account at HarryPotterFanfiction. She's Collie Chica on that site. Thank you and enjoy this fanfic.
A Sirius Problem
Chapter 3: Identity Crisis
Sirius walked around the grounds of the school, seeing it through his sixteen year old's eyes was strange but interesting. He took everything in like a spronge would water. He liked the feeling of finally being free from the hide away life of his former old self. Now he could enjoy being free and run around. One thing was on his mind though.
Could he still become Padfoot?
He went into the forest after making sure he was alone. He took a deep breath and started to change forms. He was grinning at this discovery. He was now a big black dog, but slightly smaller than he used to be.
Padfoot took off in the forest. He enjoyed being free as a dog again. He snapped and barked, happily at owls on the trees. The owls hooted and flew away. He gave a bark that sounds like a laugh. He rolled over twice before getting to his feet, no, paws.
"Sorian, stop it," cried a boy's voice. Padfoot paused. He knew that voice.
"Stop what, cuz?" said a girl's voice. Padfoot did a double. He knew that voice too.
"That!" the boy's voice replied.
"Oh! Sorry, Darius," the girl's voice sounded a bit sad.
Padfoot jogged up to the source of the voices. He saw two teenagers at the edge of the forest. One was a boy with blue eyes and hair of black. He was talking to the other person, a girl with sandlike brown hair that was in a plait. They were cousins by what they were talking about. Both sixteen.
Padfoot looked upon the boy named Darius. He knew him since he was a baby. It was his son by Darla Jugson, whom he married. He looked upon the other. The girl named Sorian. She was his niece and his brother, Regulus Black's daughter.
He whimpered a bit, longing to hug them both again. He couldn't though, or could he? He quickly turned back into himself.
"Hello," he said, softly, making both of them jumped a bit.
"Oh..hi," Sorian replied first as she held a hand by her chest in shock.
"Who are you?" Darius asked, softly, as he studied Sirius. "You look familiar, you know."
"Yes, very familiar, do we know you?" Sorian stated softly.
Sirius smiled, softly at them. Of course, his own son will remember him though he wasn't sure. Darius was the appearance of Sirius at his age, well, he suppose he is now. Sorian would also though she would not believe it at first. She remembered him of Tisha Picard, her mother.
"Well...I been around," Sirius answered stuttering a bit. "Maybe I'm somebody you knew of before but can't seem to bark out," he added as a riddle.
Darius and Sorian exchanged glances.
"What be your name?" Sorian asked curiously.
"My name?" Sirius stutted.
"Yes, your name," Sorian repeated.
Sirius needed to think up a name and fast. He thought about what had happen to him.
"It is Sim Brown," he blasted out, softly.
His son and niece exchanged glances again.
"Pleasure! My dear Sim Brown," Sorian said with an amused smile upon her visage.
"Well, Sim, nice to meet you," Darius shook Sirius's hand.
The both felt an unusually feeling as they shook hands. Sirius felt that he was complete by shaking hands with his sixteen year old son. He wanted nothing better than to pull him into a hug and say "I'm your father" but he kept it to himself. Darius on the other hand felt as though he knew Sirius aka Sim Brown to him and his cousin. He felt the unusually feeling that he was somebody close, somebody fatherly, but before he could discover this feeling his cousin let out a gasp.
"Oh My God, Darius," she said in shock. "We're late for Defense Against the Dark Arts!" she shown her watch to him.
"Mum's going to flip and Aunt-"
"I know..." Sorian cut off. "Bye Sim. Hopefully we meet again," she said to Sirius, whom was in awe and shock.
His son and neice left before he could open his mouth to say bye. He watched them go back up to the castle ahead of him. He sighed, softly as he wanted so much to tell them both whom he was. He wanted to tell Harry too, but that time is still unknown to him.
