Disclaimer: Plotmine. Charactersnot mine, with the exception of Anastasie and other original characters. Many things, like timeturnersnot mine.
A/N: MimiRose112: I try!
Just then, there was a scratching at the door, then, a muffled bark. Harry's face broke into a grin. He got up and bounded over to the door. As he opened it, he was mauled by a huge black dog. Harry staggered under the weight. He backed up a few steps. Soon enough, the dog dropped back onto all floors. Anastasie watched Harry close the door, still marveling at how much he looked like James. George whispered in her ear, "You might not be prepared for this…" he trailed off. Just then, Anastasie glanced back at where the big black dog had been. She gave a small shriek and leapt up. In his place, stood a tall man with unkempt black hair. His sunken eyes had fallen upon Anastasie. They widened a bit in mild surprise.
"Hello, Anastasie," he said, smiling, or leering mildly, at her. Anastasie made a fearful noise in her throat.
"Why do you know my name?" she asked, her eyes showing plain fright. She was standing now, edging towards the end of the sofa. As she passed George's feet, she stumbled a bit.
"God, it's hard to believe you passed through time, just like that, Anastasie." He said, jealousy showing through his face.
"I said, 'ow do you know my name?" Anastasie said, a sharp tone in her voice. She was beginning to fear the worst.
"I'm hurt, Anastasie." Sirius said. "After all the time we spent together back in 1977? You have to go and break my heart." He made a face.
"I don't know who you are." Anastasie spat. Although, she admitted to herself in the bottom of her heart, she had a strong notion of who it probably was.
"It's Sirius, Sirius Black, Anastasie. How could you not know my name?" he asked, in a mildly hurt tone.
"NO! You, you imposter!" shrieked Anastasie. "You cannot be Sirius. You cannot!"
"And why not?" he asked.
"Because the Sirius I knew didn't have sunken eyes that flashed of guilt and remorse every where they looked." She snapped.
"Well, then, I'm not the Sirius you knew. That's easy enough to see." He said, spreading his arms out to the side. "But I am the one and only Sirius Black, best friend of Remus Lupin, formerly of the marauders." He smiled grimly, bowing.
"Best friend of Lupin?" Anastasie said, forgetting that she didn't believe it was Sirius.
"God, Anastasie, there's so much you don't know.." he said, putting a hand through his hair.
"Well, I expected that.." She said dryly.
"You might want to sit down.." Sirius said. He waited until she had sat again, before kneeling down beside her and taking her hand. "James and Lily-oh god, Anastasie-James and Lily, they're dead." There was gasp from Anastasie. Tears rose into both of their eyes. Sirius wiped them away. "I should be used to this." He said angrily. "They died fourteen years ago!"
"Fourteen?" She asked, almost hysterically.
"Yes! Fourteen. When Harry was one! And it is all my fault!" he said, his face contorted in grief and anger. Everyone but Anastasie was looking at Sirius with a mixture of astonishment and shame. No one had realized he really still felt this way.
"Of course it isn't your fault, as if you'd betray them like that." Everyone froze at her words. The room went deathly silent, a pin hitting the floor could have been heard. "Oh, no.." Anastasie whispered, looking at all the horrified faces surrounding her. "Who, Sirius? Who?"
"It was Wormtail, Anastasie." Fred said, from just beyond the couch, a venom in his voice that normally wasn't there. "But everyone thought it was Sirius. He spent twelve years in Azkaban for it."
"Ooh, Sirius, I'm sorry." She said in a soft voice.
"Ready?" whispered Fred, his wand surreptitiously in his hand, and a small grin on his face.
"Ready." Whispered back George. They were the two who would actually activate the spell, since they weren't known for their troublemaking yet, here in this time. George smiled widely to himself. Fred didn't know what was coming to him.
"Finite Dispara Incantatem" muttered George. Above the slytherin table, a huge mound of snow appeared, and, unbeknownst to Fred, there was about a foot or two above his own head. They glanced around. No one had noticed the sudden appearance of the snow above the table, except the Marauders who were shooting excited looks at the twins.
"Cado Snow." Fred said, not particularly quietly. Several of the Gryffindors looked at him for about half a second, curiously until they heard the yells of the Slytherins. Half of them were sitting there, with looks of shock and cold on their faces. Snow covered their heads. George turned to his brother who was glaring at him furiously, a miniature mountain of snow on his head. George smiled sweetly. "You've ruined my food!" Fred grumbled. There was an uproar of laughter that swelled through the hall, including many of the teachers. Professor Dumbledore's lips were twitching in what George was sure would be a smile if it weren't for protocol.
Unfortunately for the Marauders and the twins, there was suddenly some movement from the slytherin table. A tall, soaking wet, teenage boy with oily black hair had stood up. He stalked ferociously towards them, finally standing in front of James Potter. James, of course, had stood up. "Potter, You'll regret this," he said.
"Just like I regret calling you Snivellus." James said, sarcastically.
"Oy! Snape!" cried Fred. "If you're looking for the culprit, they're here." He jabbed his thumb into his chest. Snape's hair flew as his face snapped around to look at the two twins. He only looked mildly surprised beneath his anger. Before he could do anything, a stern voice sounded from behind them.
"Nothing is happening here, right?" Professor McGonagall was glaring up at them, slightly. She was, George suddenly realized, not as tall as he had thought she was. Or she had grown between now and when they came to Hogwarts. She wasn't short, just not as tall as George had always perceived her.
"Of course not, Professor." Sirius jumped in, with a charming smile on his face. Professor McGonagall only frowned at him. She 'hmphed' and walked stiffly back up to the Professor's table. Snape stomped out of the hall, dripping water and bits of snow and ice all the way to the doors.
