WARNING! Plot Twist Chapter!

RPG King – Sorry about the unanswered questions…Here is one answer anyway. Hmm…how many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop? One, Two, Three…Three! Lol…Yes everyone at Hogwarts is that stupid. grins widely…I love tupid people. They make me look smarter. Lmao!

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Now on with the chappie…

Last chapter…

"What?" He said looking around incredulously.

An unidentifiable voice from somewhere near the back of the room called, "You just hugged a teacher! A male teacher! And you're calling each other by pet-names!"

Harry looked around giving the class a pretty good imitation of Sirius' Are-You-Fucking-Kidding-Me look and said, "You can't be serious!" He spun quickly and held up a finger. "Don't say it!"

Sirius, who had opened his mouth to speak, shut it, grinning. "Harry, you definitely didn't help the situation any, by anticipating what I was going to say."

"I really don't care, Sirius. I have heard that lame joke way, way too many times and it wasn't funny the first time you said it."

"Still not helping the situation." Sirius pointed out, still grinning.

Harry spun back around to see the class even more bug eyed. "Oh, Go fuck yourselves! He's my Godfather. And therefore my legal guardian, until I turn 17."

The class looked sheepish. Harry rolled his eyes. "Yea, I thought so!"

And the class began…

Chapter 24 - Memories, Banter, and Answers

For the next fifteen minutes of class, Sirius attempted to teach, while Harry interrupted him continually.

"The next thing we will be talking about is the Prior Incantatem Charm. This Charm, when placed on a wand, will show a small ghostly image of the last spell preformed by the wand. It—"

"Actually, Sirius. It's more of a smoke shape." Harry interrupted.

Sirius raised an eyebrow. "How do you know?"

"Because I have seen it a handful of times. Once at the Quidditch Cup in third year on the wand that preformed the charm that conjured the Dark Mark. I also had it preformed on my wand a few times."

"Right…Well, alright a smoke shape of the last spell appears. It is an extremely difficult Charm, which is beyond N.E.W.T. level. You lot should not be able to perform it for—"

"I can."

"Harry? There is no way you can. You can't be that good at DADA."

"Want me to prove it?"

"Well, yes, actually that would be a good idea. If you can do it, the class will be able to see what it looks like. And if you can't, I'll do it. Avis!"

Birds circled the room as Harry stood, pulling out his wand, and walked to the front. With a flick of his wrist, the birds vanished. He took Sirius' wand and placed the two wands tip to tip (sorry about the note, but wow this bit sounds really, really dirty!). "Prior Incantatem!" Harry said loudly. The class gasped as a bird erupted from the point the two wands met. 'It looked as though it were made of thick gray smoke: the ghost of a spell.'

Sirius' jaw dropped. Harry grinned and muttered, "Deletrius!"

"W-well, I guess you can perform the Charm and its reversal. You're a hell of a lot better the James ever was, and he became an Auror. Anyway." He turned to the class. "This is the way the Prior Incantatem Charm is performed. It—"

"It's not the only way."

Sirius, looking slightly irritated, turned to Harry. "And how else can it be performed, pray tell us?"

Harry grinned. "In a special magical bridge between two wands. The only time I have ever seen this happen was when the Killing Curse hit the Expelling Charm met in midair. The two beams merged and turned gold, the wizards in question began to hover while being enclosed in a dome of gold beams of magic, and the weaker of the two wizards had the small beads of magic that appeared forced back into his wand. It cause the last six spells the wizard performed to manifest themselves in the thick gray smoke."

Sirius looked both slightly awed and slightly skeptical. "Who were these two wizards and what were the last six spells the appeared?"

Harry smiled sadly, causing Sirius to wonder what, exactly, he had just asked. "The two wizards were the Dark Lord Voldemort and myself." Everyone flinched.

"Dear Merlin!" Sirius whispered. "What came out of your wand?

Harry sneered, then smiled grimly. "Sirius, nothing came out of my wand. I saw Cedric Diggory, Bertha Jorkins, some old man, a false hand, and my parents pull themselves out of Tom Riddle's wand as he watched in terror."

The class was deadly silent. Sirius looked stunned. "You…You saw Lily and James?"

Harry's smile softened to show understanding. "Yes, Sirius. I saw Prongs pull himself out of Voldemort's wand, followed by his lovely wife, Evans. Did she ever have a nickname?"

The class gasped, finally understanding who Tom Riddle was.

"No, we all just called her Evans, or once in a great while, Lily. She didn't have a nickname. She wasn't a—"

"Sirius, please don't finish that sentence!"

Sirius looked shock at what he had almost said. He looked around the room, a numb look on his face. He cleared his throat. "Yes…Well, um maybe we should get back to the lesson? So…having seen what the Prior Incantatem Charm is and what it looks like, does anyone have any questions?"

The class progressed with Sirius and Harry keeping up a back-and-forth commentary. About ten minutes passed, before the back door of the classroom burst open and Hermione ran in, a book in hand. She was panting heavily and she looked terrified. Harry jumped to his feet and he and Sirius rushed to the back of the room.

"I…I…found…it!" She panted.

Sirius, looking worried, turned to the class. "Class dismissed. Please leave through the front door of the room and leave quickly."

Once everyone was gone, he and Harry had Hermione sit down. "What? What is it?"

"I-Praeopta Nocea. I'm sorry." Hermione whispered.

"No…" Sirius breathed. "But that would mean…"

"Yes. I can only think of one person…but it would be impossible. He's—"

"No, no he's not. Not anymore…" Hermione looked shocked and horrified by Sirius' words.

"Could you please tell me what's going on? What is Praeopta Nocea?" Harry asked, looking from one to the other.

Hermione took a deep breath. "Praeopta Nocea literally translated means the desire to do harm. It is a Curse, almost as obscure as a-a Horcrux. It's slightly more common, having a common name as well. It's sometimes called the Depletion Curse. When applied to a person, it's a powerful magical drain. However there are some…um, prerequisites." She stopped and looked Harry in the eyes. "The individual has to have three or four things from the recipient. They need hair or blood from the victim, hair or blood from a very close friend, hair or blood from the biological parent, and a close bond with that person, such as love, hate, or familial connections. Harry, I'm so sorry."

He looked confused. "Why are you apologizing? That can't possibly be it! I mean, no one has blood or hair from one of my parents. And who would…" He trailed off when he saw them looking at him, sadness and pity in their eyes. "What! What the hell do you have to be sorry for?"

Hermione pressed her lips together, looking like she was about to cry. Sirius spoke up, "Harry, there is only person who fits the criteria and has the bond…"

"Who? There is something your not telling me!" Harry demanded.

Hermione began to cry silently, but she answered him anyway. "Harry, love, You…The only way to break this particular Curse is to have all your magic drained from your body, which would cause the same effects as the Dementor's Kiss, or to…Kill the caster."

Harry sat stunned, then he nodded grimly. "Who? Who do I have to kill?"