Chapter 13
The capture of Sirius Black. It would probably go down in history as one of the most bizarre in the History of Magic. Maybe one day, when the war is over Professor Binns will incorporate it into his syllabus.
A vast mixture of the muggle form of magic, or illusion and powerful real magic. Thirteen dead, even the number killed has significance, I doubt Pettigrew had thought to much about this but as a coincidence it is auspicious. 13 in arthimacy is a number that signifies many things, even muggles know it as unlucky 13, most dark potions are stirred 13 times, and as Professor Trelawney taught us, if 13 people dine together, the first to leave the table is soon to die.
Yet how many years would Harry live not knowing the truth about Sirius and Peter? Pettigrew would be safe from discovery until Harry's 13th Birthday. One year for, each of those people whose blood was sacrificed. That day it appears Pettigrew managed to invoke some forgotten magic, giving him protection from Sirius until Harry would save him in his third year.
Sirius sat in the cell, he knew he was still in London, probably somewhere under the Ministry, yet he could not be sure. His attention was grabbed by the door, which had begun to open, the first time since he had been here.
Dumbledore entered the cramped cell. Looking down he saw the desolate figure of Sirius Black. "My boy." Dumbledore began.
"I suppose this is the end?" Sirius found himself asking.
"The Ministry have decided to reduce the sentence to a life sentence, you have Hermione to thank for that. And a letter from her as well." Dumbledore smiled sombrely passing over the parchment.
"You will look after her? She has no one left now apart from Remus, and he can't offer much protection, he needs to keep a low profile."
"Remus has begun to do research in Slovakia with another werewolf, on some potion I believe. Hermione is going to come to Hogwarts for a time."
"Thank you." Sirius smiled slightly, "I do love her you know, I never told her. Will you?"
"You are both such a pair." Dumbledore grinned slightly, "I can stay if you write a note, but not for long." He passed over a piece of parchment and waited until Sirius had finished.
"Goodbye Sirius" Dumbledore said finally, shaking his hand, "I feel sure we will meet again."
"I hope so. I do hope so." Sirius replied looking the old man in the eyes, trying to draw comfort from them.
A/N: Well there's a hefty load of updates for you, I have had one of those days where I'm in and out of the house like a yo-yo. Where I haven't had enough time to read any stories I have just posted a fair bit instead. Hope its ok, plus I would feel bad just posting these chapters by themselves because I know they are very short.
To those of you who commented on my two year jump...I know it was a bit of a dive, but as I have said before I know where I want this story to end up so I cut out all events that I don't feel are relevant, as I don't want this story to become a marathon to read. If there is the demand I will write the infil and post it as a seperate story. I am back home for another two weeks, then I'm of again for a while, so I will write it then (notice how I write when I am unable to read other peoples fiction). So let me know, and in the meen-time check out some of my other fics, none are as deep as this, but they have their charm.
Just one last quick note (then I'll piss off, I promise) to those of you who say you like my ideas about time etc, most of them aren't mine, but recognised physics and mathematic principals that I have twisted for my story- so sorry but I can't claim credit there (I can direct people to relevant texts tho if you are interested in advanced physics/quantum physics- or is it just me?. )Lol.
Oh well thats me done finally,
Charlatan
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