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Summary : See the previous chapter.
Forgotten Time
By Misaki Sakura
Ch. Five : Close
"My place." He said.
James didn't know what to say. Among all of Sirius' family, Regulus Black was one of the worst. He always faked to be wearing a mask of hypocrisy in front of his parents and blamed Sirius for every mistake that he did. At least that's what Sirius had told him. They always enjoyed pulling pranks on him when they were in Hogwarts though. Sort of paybacks. And now he's telling them that his brother's things were in his place? That's just something that couldn't be believed.
"Yours?" Remus studied him from head to toe. "Why would Sirius' things be in your place? Oh, but first, tell us, what are you doing here?"
"Well, Narcissa told me what had happened to Sirius and-"
"Wait!" James butted in. "How'd she know?"
"Potter, they are in the Order. Is that any problem for them to know about this?" Snape sneered at him ... again.
"I told them." Draco managed to squeak out. Seeing James' glare planted on him, he quickly hid behind Harry. It's not that hard though, knowing he was shorter than his boyfriend.
"Take a seat, Regulus." Remus gestured him to the empty seats. Regulus chose the one in front of James. His only resolve was for them to believe him so that he could do something for Sirius. And he knew that'd be the hardest thing he'd ever had to do, knowing what a bastard he had been.
"Continue." Remus folded his hands across his chest as if trying to figure out whether he was saying the truth.
"Yes, um ... and I come to help."
"Help?! You, of all people, come to help Sirius?! You're the last person I can think of helping him!" James plopped himself down on the couch and shook his head. Remus patted him on the shoulder and sat down next to him.
"Listen, I don't know what you're scheming but you'd better be telling the truth or we'll make sure you'll get what you deserved."
Regulus gulped and shifted groggily in his seat but nodded. "I know what you have been thinking ... of me but I'm telling the truth. I'm more than willing to help. That's the least I can do." He fiddled with the hem of his robe while Remus was deep in his thought, never letting his eyes away from Regulus.
"Fine then." Ignoring James' protest, he looked back at Regulus and asked, "So, once again I ask you, why would Sirius' things be in your place?"
"I pick them up not long after he was arrested. I figure I have to keep them for ... Harry."
"And why Harry?"
He sighed. "I know the truth. Not that he told me though but I know that Harry's my nephew, his son."
Everyone in the room gasped and stole glances at one another. No one could know precisely if Harry had known about that but Harry nodded, despite of the unsure looks he got from his friends and boyfriend.
"How did you know about Harry? I mean I didn't recall he had ever mentioned about seeing you." Remus asked hesitantly. Inside, he knew why Sirius hadn't told him anything about Regulus. Didn't he think that Remus was the spy? He wouldn't want to tell him that so that he could kill his brother, would he?
"You must have known by now that I faked my death but accidentally he found me being beaten up in an alleyway near Knocturne Alley. He took pity on me and brought me to his house for a rest, not speaking of anything on the way. But then I figured that pregnancy since it's very hard to hide in the last months. The last time I visited him, he told me he had given him to the Potters."
"And that's the last time you saw him?"
"Not really, the night he died," he gestured towards James, "he came to my house, spatting on me for not telling him who Peter was. I told him I didn't know and he stormed off without saying anything else. The next thing I knew, he was sent to Azkaban."
Regulus shifted in his seat once more. This interrogation ... he didn't like it, but he knew he had deserved that. So many nights he couldn't sleep, thinking about his brother and knew if only he had had the guts to tell the Ministry that Sirius wasn't the murderer ... but he had no choice. He could've been killed. That's why this time he'd help Sirius to get his memories back and hoped he could be forgiven.
"And do you find something in his things that can help him to remember James?"
He nodded his head vigorously. "Of course! I wouldn't be here if I didn't find anything." He rummaged in his pocket. "I found this hidden underneath his clothes in his trunk."
James peered at it and immediately recognized the thing that was held in front of them. It was a necklace with a ring as its pendulum. The ring was covered with star patterns forming a dog, Sirius.
"He kept this as something very precious to him. Even when Dad tried to ripped it off of him that night he ran away ..." Regulus didn't want to mention that he watched his father beat Sirius up from behind the door in fear.
"That's my present for the Christmas that year ..." James said bitterly. He remembered how Sirius had promised he would take care of it very carefully as if it's his life. James also remembered he only chuckled at that. Never occurred in his mind that Sirius was serious with his words and would protect it so badly.
"And this." He pulled out something out of his bag. They quickly recognized it as a Pensieve.
"A Pensieve? Sirius has a Pensieve?" James looked doubt.
"Yes. He told me that he had put all of his worst memories here to enlighten the burden in his mind. I bet this can be very useful for you." Regulus put it on the table.
Harry peered curiously at it and stole a glance at his father. This would help Sirius of course. And this might be the answer to all the question about why would Sirius want to forget this and all, the answer his past as well. There're some things that had been bothering him since he heard about his ... Lily's meeting with Sirius, who was his real mother ... or father, you can say.
Obviously, James had the same inclination as he did. "I'll go in."
"Are you sure, James?" Remus said, frowning slightly.
"Yes, Remus. Why?"
"I just think that there're probably things that you wouldn't want to see. I don't want to make you feel much worse than this."
By the way Remus saying that was enough for James to know that he's going to regret what he had done to Sirius greatly. He already had though so he didn't think it would make any difference. He shook his head and looked at Remus with determination in his eyes.
"I'll go."
"Me too." Harry said.
"Harry ..."
"Please. I need to make sure of some things ... about my birth. Please, Dad."
James didn't have any energy to argue with his son, as much as he knew Harry could be so stubborn when he wanted to and this was one of the times James figured that out. He nodded.
"Fine. But stick together with me."
Harry was about to protest since he thought his father treated him like an infant but he didn't do anything except nodding.
Soon they plunged themselves inside the Pensieve.
"Where are we?"
"I don't know." James took his wand out of his pocket and muttering, "Lumos."
In the dim light they could only see that they were in a room. A bed was placed near the window. Beside it was a nightstand with a letter on it. James could recognize his handwriting on it, one of the letters he sent Sirius over holidays. They're in Sirius' room.
"There're voices downstairs." Harry pointed out.
"We'll go check on them."
As they strode slowly downstairs, they could see Sirius sat at the dining table with a scowl on his face. In front of him was his father with the outrageous expression on his face. He stared menacingly at his son, while Regulus scurried away as soon as he could.
"Is that true, Sirius? Is that?!" they could hear Mrs. Black sobbing as she talked to his son, sounded a bit hysterical to Harry's ears.
"Yes, mother. That's true." He replied bravely.
Mr. Black slammed his fist on the table, trying to control himself as he faced his son. "Are you saying that not only you've done enough humiliation to your family by being a Gryffindor, you're also let yourself fucked by that Potter?!"
Harry flinched at his words. Those were very harsh. Mr. Black had no thought and obviously didn't give a damn shit about love. He saw Sirius' face reddened with fury.
Sirius got up abruptly, sending his chair to fall soundly on the floor, and ran upstairs passing them into his room and slammed the door behind him. His father followed him.
He was packing his things, stuffing them all into his trunk when his father burst into the room. "Answer me!!"
The sixteen-year-old boy yanked his trunk close and stared at his father. "I don't think you need the answer."
James and Harry could only watch as Mr. Black slapped his son and started beating him up, berating him with every blow he gave him.
"You good for nothing git!! How dare you! I should've killed you by the time you're born!! You dishonor the family's name! A Gryffindor! And even much worse!"
"Tell me! Do you think there's another thing that's more unforgivable than being that Potter's slut?!"
Sirius retorted with anger flared in his eyes, "Being your son!"
That only made him beat him even worse. They knew they couldn't do anything to stop him. How James want to kill the man that instance. No one could beat his son like that, especially not when his son was as good as Sirius.
"So, this is the lash he gives you?!" he said mockingly. Sirius could feel his father tugged his necklace hard. More anger filled him and he felt tight in the pit of his stomach. No one could take that necklace from him or even try to. Fortunately he cast a spell on it so it didn't snap, knowing something like this was bound to happen.
"You have no right to touch it!!" he pulled his wand out and yelled, "Impedimenta!!"
His father was slammed to the wall and slumped unconsciously. Sirius seized that moment to grab his trunk and dragged it outside, ignoring his mother's calls and yells. The only thing that kept spinning in his head was to get out of that house as fast as he could.
James and Harry followed him as he trotted long the sidewalks, dragging his trunk behind him. He had forgotten his broom on his way out, but going back would be a suicide. Harry took a look at Sirius' face from his side and saw tears trailing down his chin, mixing with the blood dripping from the bruises on his face. He had never known Sirius' father could be that bad, and he's supposed to be his grandfather too. He couldn't imagine what he would say if he knew his son had given birth to him.
"Sirius!"
Sirius turned his head slightly and growled at the person who appeared in front of him. Regulus. What does that git want now, he thought as he put his hand into his pocket, ready to pull out his wand when it needed.
"What do you want?!" he said in a very icy tone. His eyes flared in anger, making Regulus took a step back.
"What are you doing, Sirius? You can't run away from home."
"Who says I can't? You?!" he laughed mockingly. "I'm sick of all this, so don't even bother talking to me right now. Just go home and tell Mom, I'm gone forever!" he turned his heel to leave Regulus when Regulus called him again.
"What?!"
"Take this with you." Regulus handed him something which he recognized as his broom. "You left it at home and Mom told me to give this to you."
It took Sirius a few moments before he slowly stretched out his hand and took the broom from his brother's hand. He couldn't help but to check it first, suspicious of the younger boy's intention. Regulus only smiled bitterly.
Satisfied that he didn't notice any curse was put on the broom, he raised an eyebrow at Regulus who merely sighed. "I can't stay here for too long. Dad's probably going to awake any time soon. Sirius, I only want you to know ... I love you." He slung himself at Sirius.
Startled, Sirius managed to keep his balance and held onto his brother. When he released him, Regulus said, "But don't tell anyone I do this."
Sirius smiled tenderly, the smile he had never given to his family for a long time. "Yeah, you'll always be my annoying and conceited little brother. This'll be our secret."
"You're going to go there? To Potter's house?"
Sirius tried to control his dizziness and nodded his head. "Go now, Reg, before Dad finds out you're here."
Regulus nodded and ran back to the direction he came. Sirius tightened his grip on his broom and made his way to the Potter's Manor on it.
Harry wanted to follow him more but he felt James' hand on his arm, holding him when they jumped into another memory.
TBC
A/N : The fifth one!! I'm so happy! I don't know when this story's
going to end, but I think not until two chapters more. I just need to
find a perfect ending for this, since my two previous stories have ...
kinda abrupt ending. Well, as usual, please review!
Forgotten Time
By Misaki Sakura
Ch. Five : Close
"My place." He said.
James didn't know what to say. Among all of Sirius' family, Regulus Black was one of the worst. He always faked to be wearing a mask of hypocrisy in front of his parents and blamed Sirius for every mistake that he did. At least that's what Sirius had told him. They always enjoyed pulling pranks on him when they were in Hogwarts though. Sort of paybacks. And now he's telling them that his brother's things were in his place? That's just something that couldn't be believed.
"Yours?" Remus studied him from head to toe. "Why would Sirius' things be in your place? Oh, but first, tell us, what are you doing here?"
"Well, Narcissa told me what had happened to Sirius and-"
"Wait!" James butted in. "How'd she know?"
"Potter, they are in the Order. Is that any problem for them to know about this?" Snape sneered at him ... again.
"I told them." Draco managed to squeak out. Seeing James' glare planted on him, he quickly hid behind Harry. It's not that hard though, knowing he was shorter than his boyfriend.
"Take a seat, Regulus." Remus gestured him to the empty seats. Regulus chose the one in front of James. His only resolve was for them to believe him so that he could do something for Sirius. And he knew that'd be the hardest thing he'd ever had to do, knowing what a bastard he had been.
"Continue." Remus folded his hands across his chest as if trying to figure out whether he was saying the truth.
"Yes, um ... and I come to help."
"Help?! You, of all people, come to help Sirius?! You're the last person I can think of helping him!" James plopped himself down on the couch and shook his head. Remus patted him on the shoulder and sat down next to him.
"Listen, I don't know what you're scheming but you'd better be telling the truth or we'll make sure you'll get what you deserved."
Regulus gulped and shifted groggily in his seat but nodded. "I know what you have been thinking ... of me but I'm telling the truth. I'm more than willing to help. That's the least I can do." He fiddled with the hem of his robe while Remus was deep in his thought, never letting his eyes away from Regulus.
"Fine then." Ignoring James' protest, he looked back at Regulus and asked, "So, once again I ask you, why would Sirius' things be in your place?"
"I pick them up not long after he was arrested. I figure I have to keep them for ... Harry."
"And why Harry?"
He sighed. "I know the truth. Not that he told me though but I know that Harry's my nephew, his son."
Everyone in the room gasped and stole glances at one another. No one could know precisely if Harry had known about that but Harry nodded, despite of the unsure looks he got from his friends and boyfriend.
"How did you know about Harry? I mean I didn't recall he had ever mentioned about seeing you." Remus asked hesitantly. Inside, he knew why Sirius hadn't told him anything about Regulus. Didn't he think that Remus was the spy? He wouldn't want to tell him that so that he could kill his brother, would he?
"You must have known by now that I faked my death but accidentally he found me being beaten up in an alleyway near Knocturne Alley. He took pity on me and brought me to his house for a rest, not speaking of anything on the way. But then I figured that pregnancy since it's very hard to hide in the last months. The last time I visited him, he told me he had given him to the Potters."
"And that's the last time you saw him?"
"Not really, the night he died," he gestured towards James, "he came to my house, spatting on me for not telling him who Peter was. I told him I didn't know and he stormed off without saying anything else. The next thing I knew, he was sent to Azkaban."
Regulus shifted in his seat once more. This interrogation ... he didn't like it, but he knew he had deserved that. So many nights he couldn't sleep, thinking about his brother and knew if only he had had the guts to tell the Ministry that Sirius wasn't the murderer ... but he had no choice. He could've been killed. That's why this time he'd help Sirius to get his memories back and hoped he could be forgiven.
"And do you find something in his things that can help him to remember James?"
He nodded his head vigorously. "Of course! I wouldn't be here if I didn't find anything." He rummaged in his pocket. "I found this hidden underneath his clothes in his trunk."
James peered at it and immediately recognized the thing that was held in front of them. It was a necklace with a ring as its pendulum. The ring was covered with star patterns forming a dog, Sirius.
"He kept this as something very precious to him. Even when Dad tried to ripped it off of him that night he ran away ..." Regulus didn't want to mention that he watched his father beat Sirius up from behind the door in fear.
"That's my present for the Christmas that year ..." James said bitterly. He remembered how Sirius had promised he would take care of it very carefully as if it's his life. James also remembered he only chuckled at that. Never occurred in his mind that Sirius was serious with his words and would protect it so badly.
"And this." He pulled out something out of his bag. They quickly recognized it as a Pensieve.
"A Pensieve? Sirius has a Pensieve?" James looked doubt.
"Yes. He told me that he had put all of his worst memories here to enlighten the burden in his mind. I bet this can be very useful for you." Regulus put it on the table.
Harry peered curiously at it and stole a glance at his father. This would help Sirius of course. And this might be the answer to all the question about why would Sirius want to forget this and all, the answer his past as well. There're some things that had been bothering him since he heard about his ... Lily's meeting with Sirius, who was his real mother ... or father, you can say.
Obviously, James had the same inclination as he did. "I'll go in."
"Are you sure, James?" Remus said, frowning slightly.
"Yes, Remus. Why?"
"I just think that there're probably things that you wouldn't want to see. I don't want to make you feel much worse than this."
By the way Remus saying that was enough for James to know that he's going to regret what he had done to Sirius greatly. He already had though so he didn't think it would make any difference. He shook his head and looked at Remus with determination in his eyes.
"I'll go."
"Me too." Harry said.
"Harry ..."
"Please. I need to make sure of some things ... about my birth. Please, Dad."
James didn't have any energy to argue with his son, as much as he knew Harry could be so stubborn when he wanted to and this was one of the times James figured that out. He nodded.
"Fine. But stick together with me."
Harry was about to protest since he thought his father treated him like an infant but he didn't do anything except nodding.
Soon they plunged themselves inside the Pensieve.
"Where are we?"
"I don't know." James took his wand out of his pocket and muttering, "Lumos."
In the dim light they could only see that they were in a room. A bed was placed near the window. Beside it was a nightstand with a letter on it. James could recognize his handwriting on it, one of the letters he sent Sirius over holidays. They're in Sirius' room.
"There're voices downstairs." Harry pointed out.
"We'll go check on them."
As they strode slowly downstairs, they could see Sirius sat at the dining table with a scowl on his face. In front of him was his father with the outrageous expression on his face. He stared menacingly at his son, while Regulus scurried away as soon as he could.
"Is that true, Sirius? Is that?!" they could hear Mrs. Black sobbing as she talked to his son, sounded a bit hysterical to Harry's ears.
"Yes, mother. That's true." He replied bravely.
Mr. Black slammed his fist on the table, trying to control himself as he faced his son. "Are you saying that not only you've done enough humiliation to your family by being a Gryffindor, you're also let yourself fucked by that Potter?!"
Harry flinched at his words. Those were very harsh. Mr. Black had no thought and obviously didn't give a damn shit about love. He saw Sirius' face reddened with fury.
Sirius got up abruptly, sending his chair to fall soundly on the floor, and ran upstairs passing them into his room and slammed the door behind him. His father followed him.
He was packing his things, stuffing them all into his trunk when his father burst into the room. "Answer me!!"
The sixteen-year-old boy yanked his trunk close and stared at his father. "I don't think you need the answer."
James and Harry could only watch as Mr. Black slapped his son and started beating him up, berating him with every blow he gave him.
"You good for nothing git!! How dare you! I should've killed you by the time you're born!! You dishonor the family's name! A Gryffindor! And even much worse!"
"Tell me! Do you think there's another thing that's more unforgivable than being that Potter's slut?!"
Sirius retorted with anger flared in his eyes, "Being your son!"
That only made him beat him even worse. They knew they couldn't do anything to stop him. How James want to kill the man that instance. No one could beat his son like that, especially not when his son was as good as Sirius.
"So, this is the lash he gives you?!" he said mockingly. Sirius could feel his father tugged his necklace hard. More anger filled him and he felt tight in the pit of his stomach. No one could take that necklace from him or even try to. Fortunately he cast a spell on it so it didn't snap, knowing something like this was bound to happen.
"You have no right to touch it!!" he pulled his wand out and yelled, "Impedimenta!!"
His father was slammed to the wall and slumped unconsciously. Sirius seized that moment to grab his trunk and dragged it outside, ignoring his mother's calls and yells. The only thing that kept spinning in his head was to get out of that house as fast as he could.
James and Harry followed him as he trotted long the sidewalks, dragging his trunk behind him. He had forgotten his broom on his way out, but going back would be a suicide. Harry took a look at Sirius' face from his side and saw tears trailing down his chin, mixing with the blood dripping from the bruises on his face. He had never known Sirius' father could be that bad, and he's supposed to be his grandfather too. He couldn't imagine what he would say if he knew his son had given birth to him.
"Sirius!"
Sirius turned his head slightly and growled at the person who appeared in front of him. Regulus. What does that git want now, he thought as he put his hand into his pocket, ready to pull out his wand when it needed.
"What do you want?!" he said in a very icy tone. His eyes flared in anger, making Regulus took a step back.
"What are you doing, Sirius? You can't run away from home."
"Who says I can't? You?!" he laughed mockingly. "I'm sick of all this, so don't even bother talking to me right now. Just go home and tell Mom, I'm gone forever!" he turned his heel to leave Regulus when Regulus called him again.
"What?!"
"Take this with you." Regulus handed him something which he recognized as his broom. "You left it at home and Mom told me to give this to you."
It took Sirius a few moments before he slowly stretched out his hand and took the broom from his brother's hand. He couldn't help but to check it first, suspicious of the younger boy's intention. Regulus only smiled bitterly.
Satisfied that he didn't notice any curse was put on the broom, he raised an eyebrow at Regulus who merely sighed. "I can't stay here for too long. Dad's probably going to awake any time soon. Sirius, I only want you to know ... I love you." He slung himself at Sirius.
Startled, Sirius managed to keep his balance and held onto his brother. When he released him, Regulus said, "But don't tell anyone I do this."
Sirius smiled tenderly, the smile he had never given to his family for a long time. "Yeah, you'll always be my annoying and conceited little brother. This'll be our secret."
"You're going to go there? To Potter's house?"
Sirius tried to control his dizziness and nodded his head. "Go now, Reg, before Dad finds out you're here."
Regulus nodded and ran back to the direction he came. Sirius tightened his grip on his broom and made his way to the Potter's Manor on it.
Harry wanted to follow him more but he felt James' hand on his arm, holding him when they jumped into another memory.
TBC
A/N : The fifth one!! I'm so happy! I don't know when this story's
going to end, but I think not until two chapters more. I just need to
find a perfect ending for this, since my two previous stories have ...
kinda abrupt ending. Well, as usual, please review!
