"Welcome class." Harry said, smiling as his class filed in, Sirius and
Draco were standing behind him, one at either shoulder. Harry, being rather
shorter than the other two, looked rather odd. "Glad I'm back?" He added,
grinning. "Anyway, in light of me coming back, I've decided to show those
who haven't yet seen, what I look like."
***
"Settle down, Peter." Wormtail said to the smaller version of himself. "Now, listen to me carefully. You can trust me, as I am you. Your Professor are not who they seem. Harry, he knows who he is, and Thompson is actually Draco Malfoy from the future, and Reid is Sirius Black."
Peter Pettigrew let out a little gasp of fright and surprise. The forest seemed to grow forbiddingly darker.
"Yes, that's right. Now, I know that you don't believe in what You-Know- Who's doing, but it's really important you listen to our side of the story, it's very important..."
***
Harry turned around and un-hooded himself. He turned back again to face the class who were all staring at him. James and those others who'd seen him weren't, though, they were averting their eyes. Harry was glad he had his eye patch on when he felt a pang of pain like a hot wire shoot through a couple of his scars. The one from Pettigrew on his face that was the result of a deflected curse-scar, and one on his right forearm.
Harry turned around again, his eyes showing concern as his face screwed up in pain. "Sirius," he whispered, "we've got to stop the class. Look who's missing!" Sirius looked over Harry's shoulder and at the Marauders before ducking his head again.
"Peter." He hissed.
"Yes." Harry turned back around. "Class dismissed! Go!" He barked roughly, the pain intensifying.
***
"Don't make me do this to myself. I've told you the truth, the WHOLE story, not just what Dumbledore cooked up... Fine. It's your own fault. Crucio!" Peter cursed himself, tied up on the ground at the stump of a tree, at the same time Harry's pain started up in the Defense Classroom.
*** FUTURE!***
"Settle down Ginny." Albus Dumbledore said. "He will be FINE." The aged headmaster tried to comfort the small, fifteen-year-old girl that was sobbing.
"Let me take it." She whimpered. "I want to see him again."
"I can't let you take it. Professor Snape must. He brewed both the Potions... and he must also check on them. I can't let you do it yourself, I'm sorry."
***PAST***
"Ok Draco stay here. Sirius and I will go and check it out, I'll let you know if we need you." Harry said hurriedly, sitting in their room. He got up and headed towards the door, Sirius following.
"How will you let me know?"
Harry spun around and he and Sirius smacked heads together. Little white dots appeared in his vision and he shook his head to get them away, which just increased the number of them. Sirius was on the ground. Harry helped him up.
"I'll send you a message telepathically, keep you mind OPEN!" The two godfather and godson left.
"Come on Sirius, in the forest!" Harry said as he ran through the Halls of Hogwarts. "Don't ask me how I know. But I have a feeling that Peter doesn't know what he's doing to himself."
The doors leading outside burst magically open and both Sirius and Harry ran through them at top speed, Sirius skidding on the grass a little. Both turned into large black, grim-like dogs and headed towards the forest as fast as their furry feet could carry them.
'Get down.' Harry thought to Sirius. 'Keep low to the ground, we don't want to be taken unaware.'
They were now in the forest. It was becoming darker and darker as the trees obscured the sun from view. Soon enough the only thing Harry could see of Sirius was a faint black outline.
'Sirius! Stop. Change back.' With a 'pop' each, both Sirius and Harry were standing in the cold forest together. "They're around here somewhere." Harry whispered. Sirius shuddered.
"But where could-." Sirius's sentence was cut short as someone, or something, shot out from a rather large tree trunk and collided with him, knocking him down and rendering unconscious. The something turned towards Harry and growled. Its inch long yellowish teeth gleamed faintly, making them clearly visible in the dark, along with the light yellow, pale eyes that shone malevolently.
"Oh crap." Harry cursed. The Grim charged him. Wasn't it meant to be a spectral dog, though? 'Draco! We're in the heart of the Forest! Get help!'
The pain that obscured his mind as the large bear-sized dog's inch-long, yellow teeth sunk into Harry's stomach skin drowned out Draco's reply.
He let out a long yell of frustration, anger, and confusion. He couldn't think straight as the dog knocked him off his feet, teeth still lodged firmly in his skin. He could feel the warm blood - or was it drool? - surrounding the wound. Madam Pomfrey would not be happy, was Harry's thought as he was dragged away grinding his teeth until he lost consciousness.
***
"Ok, so what do we know about him so far?" Remus asked. They were sitting in their dorm; Peter was nowhere to be found and they were making a list of things they'd overheard and knew for sure about him.
"Well," Sirius said, looking at his piece of paper, "Reid and Thompson both think he's the most Powerful wizard in the world. He's an orphan. He doesn't know his real name. He's been attacked by something or someone, the scars say as much." He looked at James.
"He looks suspiciously like me, but his hair is longer. That first night he came Dumbledore and McGonagall seemed to be under some sort of spell when they came back with him. He's an Auror or he stole the robes. He knows about things, like Remus being a werewolf-."
Remus cut James off. "Er - guys? There's something I have to tell you. You know how for the past two times I haven't been able to have you with me at the SS? Well, it's because Harry's a werewolf too." He looked down in shame. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but I promised him."
Sirius and James stared at him. "We'll deal with the loyalty factor later," James said, open mouthed, "what else do you know about him?"
"That's all really." Remus paused. "Actually, there was that time I was taken by the Death Eaters. Harry seems to be able to take other people's pain himself..." And Remus told his friends about when he'd been 'wolf- napped'.
***
Sirius, dazed and unsure, opened his eyes to see where his godson was. Panic rose in his throat as he continued to scan the area, leaning on his elbows wedged between trees, looking for Harry when he couldn't see him anywhere. He stopped himself from shouting out, however, and decided that the most appropriate course of action would be to light his wand and not panic.
"Lumos." Sirius whispered. The tip of his wand lighted not too far from his hand and he picked it up, looking around. The sight of blood on the ground, as well as signs of struggle, made a lump rise in his throat and he was instantly alert when he heard footsteps hurrying towards him. Actually, there may have been more than one person...
****
OK THERES ANOTHER CHAP! I know it's short but I figured I deserved to let you have another one, so it isn't quite finished, that chap, but it's alright. Atleast you get more, eh? :) Gotta go, Allie.
***
"Settle down, Peter." Wormtail said to the smaller version of himself. "Now, listen to me carefully. You can trust me, as I am you. Your Professor are not who they seem. Harry, he knows who he is, and Thompson is actually Draco Malfoy from the future, and Reid is Sirius Black."
Peter Pettigrew let out a little gasp of fright and surprise. The forest seemed to grow forbiddingly darker.
"Yes, that's right. Now, I know that you don't believe in what You-Know- Who's doing, but it's really important you listen to our side of the story, it's very important..."
***
Harry turned around and un-hooded himself. He turned back again to face the class who were all staring at him. James and those others who'd seen him weren't, though, they were averting their eyes. Harry was glad he had his eye patch on when he felt a pang of pain like a hot wire shoot through a couple of his scars. The one from Pettigrew on his face that was the result of a deflected curse-scar, and one on his right forearm.
Harry turned around again, his eyes showing concern as his face screwed up in pain. "Sirius," he whispered, "we've got to stop the class. Look who's missing!" Sirius looked over Harry's shoulder and at the Marauders before ducking his head again.
"Peter." He hissed.
"Yes." Harry turned back around. "Class dismissed! Go!" He barked roughly, the pain intensifying.
***
"Don't make me do this to myself. I've told you the truth, the WHOLE story, not just what Dumbledore cooked up... Fine. It's your own fault. Crucio!" Peter cursed himself, tied up on the ground at the stump of a tree, at the same time Harry's pain started up in the Defense Classroom.
*** FUTURE!***
"Settle down Ginny." Albus Dumbledore said. "He will be FINE." The aged headmaster tried to comfort the small, fifteen-year-old girl that was sobbing.
"Let me take it." She whimpered. "I want to see him again."
"I can't let you take it. Professor Snape must. He brewed both the Potions... and he must also check on them. I can't let you do it yourself, I'm sorry."
***PAST***
"Ok Draco stay here. Sirius and I will go and check it out, I'll let you know if we need you." Harry said hurriedly, sitting in their room. He got up and headed towards the door, Sirius following.
"How will you let me know?"
Harry spun around and he and Sirius smacked heads together. Little white dots appeared in his vision and he shook his head to get them away, which just increased the number of them. Sirius was on the ground. Harry helped him up.
"I'll send you a message telepathically, keep you mind OPEN!" The two godfather and godson left.
"Come on Sirius, in the forest!" Harry said as he ran through the Halls of Hogwarts. "Don't ask me how I know. But I have a feeling that Peter doesn't know what he's doing to himself."
The doors leading outside burst magically open and both Sirius and Harry ran through them at top speed, Sirius skidding on the grass a little. Both turned into large black, grim-like dogs and headed towards the forest as fast as their furry feet could carry them.
'Get down.' Harry thought to Sirius. 'Keep low to the ground, we don't want to be taken unaware.'
They were now in the forest. It was becoming darker and darker as the trees obscured the sun from view. Soon enough the only thing Harry could see of Sirius was a faint black outline.
'Sirius! Stop. Change back.' With a 'pop' each, both Sirius and Harry were standing in the cold forest together. "They're around here somewhere." Harry whispered. Sirius shuddered.
"But where could-." Sirius's sentence was cut short as someone, or something, shot out from a rather large tree trunk and collided with him, knocking him down and rendering unconscious. The something turned towards Harry and growled. Its inch long yellowish teeth gleamed faintly, making them clearly visible in the dark, along with the light yellow, pale eyes that shone malevolently.
"Oh crap." Harry cursed. The Grim charged him. Wasn't it meant to be a spectral dog, though? 'Draco! We're in the heart of the Forest! Get help!'
The pain that obscured his mind as the large bear-sized dog's inch-long, yellow teeth sunk into Harry's stomach skin drowned out Draco's reply.
He let out a long yell of frustration, anger, and confusion. He couldn't think straight as the dog knocked him off his feet, teeth still lodged firmly in his skin. He could feel the warm blood - or was it drool? - surrounding the wound. Madam Pomfrey would not be happy, was Harry's thought as he was dragged away grinding his teeth until he lost consciousness.
***
"Ok, so what do we know about him so far?" Remus asked. They were sitting in their dorm; Peter was nowhere to be found and they were making a list of things they'd overheard and knew for sure about him.
"Well," Sirius said, looking at his piece of paper, "Reid and Thompson both think he's the most Powerful wizard in the world. He's an orphan. He doesn't know his real name. He's been attacked by something or someone, the scars say as much." He looked at James.
"He looks suspiciously like me, but his hair is longer. That first night he came Dumbledore and McGonagall seemed to be under some sort of spell when they came back with him. He's an Auror or he stole the robes. He knows about things, like Remus being a werewolf-."
Remus cut James off. "Er - guys? There's something I have to tell you. You know how for the past two times I haven't been able to have you with me at the SS? Well, it's because Harry's a werewolf too." He looked down in shame. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you, but I promised him."
Sirius and James stared at him. "We'll deal with the loyalty factor later," James said, open mouthed, "what else do you know about him?"
"That's all really." Remus paused. "Actually, there was that time I was taken by the Death Eaters. Harry seems to be able to take other people's pain himself..." And Remus told his friends about when he'd been 'wolf- napped'.
***
Sirius, dazed and unsure, opened his eyes to see where his godson was. Panic rose in his throat as he continued to scan the area, leaning on his elbows wedged between trees, looking for Harry when he couldn't see him anywhere. He stopped himself from shouting out, however, and decided that the most appropriate course of action would be to light his wand and not panic.
"Lumos." Sirius whispered. The tip of his wand lighted not too far from his hand and he picked it up, looking around. The sight of blood on the ground, as well as signs of struggle, made a lump rise in his throat and he was instantly alert when he heard footsteps hurrying towards him. Actually, there may have been more than one person...
****
OK THERES ANOTHER CHAP! I know it's short but I figured I deserved to let you have another one, so it isn't quite finished, that chap, but it's alright. Atleast you get more, eh? :) Gotta go, Allie.