Note to the readers:
Ah, yes, I did say that I wasn't going to stick Sirius in the Fic, but a friend gave me some good ideas from what to do with him. You aren't disappointed I put him in, are you? ;o Anywho, Sirius and Harry's stories are going to alternate chapters. Thanks everyone who reviewed! And rlmless- Harry isn't going to look at Sirius naked ).
Chapter SevenBack at Number Twelve
"Answer me!" Sirius demanded, but was only met by blank stares from all member of the family. He roared in fury and pounded upstairs, flinging open "Harry's" door. He grabbed the wand to the table. It wasn't his.
It was darker than his, longer, and thinner. He jammed it into his jean pocket. He caught sight of something glinting in the corner of the room. Galleons? He thought hopefully, but to his dismay, it was only the mirror he and James used. Wait. I have an idea! He thought, proud of himself. He gingerly picked up with small mirror.
"James Potter," he told it clearly. Mist swirled around, and the Hogwart's bedroom came into clear focus. "Yessss," Sirius congratulated himself.
"Hello?" he asked curiously, "CAN ANYONE HEAR ME?"
"I TOLD YOU TO STOP SHOUTING, BOY," yelled the man's voice from downstairs.
"YOU SHUT UP, YOU STUPID GIT," Sirius yelled back. He heard murmuring, and then footsteps up the stairs.
"Oh no," he said, as he stored the mirror under his shirt.
"HOW MANY BLOODY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU NOT TO TALK BACK TO ME?" the man's voice cracked.
"Well, considering I just meet you, not very much," Sirius smirked.
"What is this RUBBISH you're getting at!"
"The part about never meeting you or never telling me to not talk back to you?"
"BOTH!" he yelled, clearly frustrated that he couldn't punch Sirius in the face.
"Well, then I can't help you. I'm not this 'Harry' person, and I don't know who I am, but when this potion wears off, you'll know who's right. Besides, I'm leaving," he jabbed a finger towards the door and waved. "Nice meeting you."
"You aren't going ANYWHERE, boy, until you TELL me what the BLOODY HELL is going on!" his voice cracked up and down. Sirius sighed and walked towards the door, only to be blocked by the purpling man.
"FINE. My name is Sirius Black, I go to Hog—" the man flinched, "warts. I don't know why I'm here, I woke up in a different body, and now I'm going to go back to Hog—" the man flinched again, "warts to learn like I'm supposed to, and not explain myself to muggles."
"Let me get this straight," the man repeated what Sirius had just said. He sighed angrily.
"Yes. And I don't know where I am, so I'll have to take the Knight Bus…" he didn't have any money on him. "You don't happen to have any Galleons on you, eh?"
"What is the bloody hell—" he started.
"Nevermind." The man glared at him. "Can I leave now?" The man didn't reply, so Sirius started towards the door and went down stairs.
"Goodbye Muggles!" He exclaimed, opening the door, "I hope we never meet again!" he slammed the door in their faces. Looking smug, he strode across the neatly cut lawn and side stepped over the low gate.
Feeling pleased with himself, he almost forgot he was broke. He strolled around the block and read the sign at the end.
"Hmmm… Privet Drive. Odd name," he came to the conclusion that all muggles were quite clean, they kept everything they owned in tiptop shape. Pretty good without magic, he had a newfound respect for them.
BANG! Sirius almost jumped backwards in shock, even though he knew exactly what it was. The dark, three-story bus's door opened to reveal a gangly, brown haired boy.
"'Ey, it'z 'Arry!" he exclaimed. "'Wha can I do fo' ya, mate?"
"My name isn't Harry," Sirius told him irritably. How many people knew this boy?
"Ey, so it'z Neville then, ain't it? Not fallin' fo' tha' one no mor'," He laughed, but Sirius didn't know or care what he found so funny.
"Whatever. Listen, I need to go to Hogwarts, I'll pay you when I get there, because," he looked down, "Idon'thaveanymoneywithme."
"Its'a summer, 'Arry, why do ya wan'to go to 'Ogwarts fo'?"
"It's not summer."
"Ey, 'tis. 'Ook at th' weather," he exclaimed.
"Okay, that's just plain weird," the boy looked at him inquisitively. Sirius asked if he could go to James's house. He gave the address.
"Ey, that'a plac' nothin' bu' a garbage anow," he looked sad.
"What about Number Twelve, Grimmauld's place?" he asked.
"No problems 'ere, mate!" Sirius climbed in the bus and took a seat, "'Ou can ride 'fo no charge, 'ight there Earl?" Sirius here a positive grunt. "Anythin' fo' 'Arry Potter!"
"MY NAME ISN'T… wait did you say Po—" BANG! The bus took off before Sirius could say 'Potter'.
Sirius flew backwards, landing on his back and sliding a few feet. The bus stopped, and Sirius stumbled up to his feet.
"You could have warned me!" he exclaimed. But they either ignored him of didn't hear. Sirius sat down, huffing.
Three painful stops later the brown haired boy announced that the next stop was his own. Sirius got up and winced. He had a bad cramp in his leg due to the falling. He muttered thanks and got off. The bus sped away.
Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, Number Twelve Grimmauld Place… he closed his eyes and started to recite the address in his head. He opened his eyes to find his old house. He was not in a good mood.
Knock, knock, knock, he banged on the door. No answer. He lifted his hand to knock again when…
"HARRY! What are you doing here?" A shabby, pale wizard asked him, although he could barely hear him over his mother's screams.
"Erm, WHO ARE YOU?" Sirius yelled over the scream of his mother.
"COME INSIDE," the man demanded, opening the door wider and ushering Sirius in. The screams wailed on, and the man turned around, closing curtains over a frame. The screams were muffled. The man grabbed Sirius's hand and lead him to the kitchen.
"Where's my mom?" he asked.
"Harry? Are you okay?" the man looked pained when he asked this.
"My name isn't Harry," he said through his teeth, "I need to find my mom, something is wrong with me. She's here, I heard her screaming." The man's eyes widened.
"What's wrong?"
"Who are you?" Sirius asked rudely.
"I demand to know what's wrong with you, Harry!"
"MY NAME ISN'T HARRY—IT'S SIRIUS!" he yelled.
"Harry, I know you're sad about your godfather. We all are, but this isn't going to bring him back, or make you feel better," he told him sadly.
"I might look like Harry, but I'm not. I woke up this morning and I couldn't see, I looked in the mirror and it wasn't me. There were muggles," he added. "I don't have a godfather, anyway."
"Padfoot?" the man guessed.
"What?" he answered, shocked that this old man knew his name.
"It's Remus, now I don't know what to believe right now, because you aren't acting like Harry…"
"Because I'm not Harry."
"Right, but if this is a joke,"
"Which it's not."
"Then you better stop right now."
"It's not a joke," they stared at eachother. Then, "Moony… you can't be him. You're, like, a bazillion years old."
"Sirius… I don't like to be the bearer of bad news, but you're in the future."
"I'm… in… the… future," he repeated slowly. Moony nodded, eyes wide. "AHAHAHA! THAT'S HILARIOUS!" Sirius gnaffed.
"This isn't funny! It's true," Remus explained, "I don't know how it happened, but I'm getting Dumbledore."
And that was that.
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Sirius saw Remus scribble down a note on a piece of paper, then run upstairs where we was for five minutes. Sirius looked at his surroundings. The kitchen was less… dusty. The house had seemed more livable, but what was Moony doing here, if it really was him.
Remus returned to the kitchen, sat across from Sirius and gave a long, loud sigh.
"Full moon?" he asked curiously.
"No. You."
"I figured. Now, what were you saying about the future?" Sirius wanted to change the subject badly. He didn't want anyone mad at him.
"Somehow—in a way Dumbledore and I will have to discuss—you are in the future."
"Why can't I discuss it with you?"
"Because you're just a child! And I don't want you to know some… disturbing facts about Harry's world."
"So I'm a child, now? If you really are Moony, I'm three months older than you!"
"It's not the same," he said through gritted teeth.
"Fine. Fine, but I can handle what this Harry person can deal with."
"No, you can't. You just traveled twenty years into the future, you can't handle it."
"And someone called me Harry Potter."
"That's because Harry Potter is James Potter's son."
"So that's why I look so much like him. Who's his mum… no, no let me guess. Is it… Veronica Martin?"
"That blond Hufflepuff? No. It's Lily. Lily Evans," the only reason Lupin had told Sirius was because he was going to find out eventually. The green eyes were a dead give away, and pictures of them together were all over the Daily Prophet.
"I don't believe it," Sirius said, grinning, "Lily Potter? Haha, I wonder how Prongs pulled that one off."
"It was his best prank yet," Sirius sat up eagerly in his chair.
"Whadid he do?"
"Deflated his head." Sirius let out a barking laugh, and tilted his chair on the back two legs, resting his on the table.
"So what's up with Harry? Everyone seemed to stop talking when I got on the bus. Like everyone knows me…" Remus decided to steer the conversation out of dangerous waters.
"Dunno, but Dumbledore will be here momentarily."
"Is he still Headmaster?" Lupin nodded, "Cool." They talked about school for another ten minutes when there was a knock on the door, and Dumbledore swooped in the kitchen. He sat down next to Lupin and looked Sirius/Harry right in the eye.
"Hey, Professor," Sirius greeted.
"Mr. Black," Dumbledore bowed his head slightly, eyes twinkling. "Can you tell me the last thing you remember back in your time."
"Well, James, Peter, Remus and I were walking back from… erm… Quidditch practice. Yeah, that's right. And we came back really late because it was raining so hard…"
"Mr. Black, I insist on the truth, for this is an important matter."
"Right. Well, I suppose it can't hurt if I'm telling the future Dumbledore about it," he soothed himself. "The full moon didn't show up, and we were walking back to the castle at midnight. We didn't know why it didn't show up. James was pretty irked at you, Moony." Lupin's hand jumped to his face, ridden with awe.
"I remember! It showed up the day after it was supposed to. Sirius, you were acting really weird… like Harry."
"I think we might have found out where Harry is then," Dumbledore said, head bowed, deep in thought.
"And…" Lupin continued, "Oh no."
"What?" asked Sirius and Dumbledore in unison.
"I wanted to go alone that night, but I noticed Sirius didn't want to, which was NOT like Sirius. But they went anyway," Lupin put his head in his hands.
"What the bloody hell happened?" Padfoot demanded.
"Language, Sirius," said Dumbledore, out of the corner of his mouth.
"Harry's in trouble," Lupin finished.
Readers-How did you like this Chapter? Yes, there's going to be some cycle-action here, so Lupin knows exactly what is going to happen with Harry in Sirius's world. The next chapter will be Harry "becoming" an Animagus… maybe, I haven't decided yet :P Anyway, REVIEW. Give me suggestions. Thank you
