Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. However, any non-recognizable character is mine. Like the Brotherhood.

AN: Yay! My first posted fic ever!

Brotherhood of the Wolf

Chapter One: Guess Who's Back

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Harry closed his eyes. It hurt, it hurt so much to come back--to return to this prison. Standing in the foyer, he glanced around. Number twelve Grimmauld Place hadn't changed at all. No, it had changed. It was colder--emptier. Harry shivered.

For some unfathomable reason, Dumbledore had summoned them back here. Harry turned and glanced at the small group gathered. Ron and Hermione's expessions were blank, but he knew that they didn't want to be here. Mrs. Weasley's usually happy fave was full of sorrow and regret. Lupin's eyes were red-rimmed, his shoulder's slumped in significant defeat. Moody, although trying to be indifferent, occasionally let out a small, depressing sigh. Harry briefly let his attention wander back to Lupin. He appeared shabbier than ever. For some reason, Harry felt that Sirius' death had affected Remus more than him. It was probably because of how good of friends they had been...

Harry was pulled from his thoughts as Dumbledore entered. Though his face was neutral, his eyes twinkled in merriment. Damn twinkling eyes, Harry cursed.

"I'm glad you could make it," the old wizard said, glancing at them. "Yes. Well, something quite unexpected has occured. Something I'm certain you'll be happy to know about." Dumbledore then turned, and motioned for them to follow.

Harry snorted. Only thing I'll be happy about is an end to this damn war. He followed nonetheless. The others whispered their speculations among each other, but hushed as Dumbledore stopped at the kitchen door. He motioned for them to enter and left. What awaited the group was quite a shock. There, sitting at the table talking with two cloaked figures, was Sirius!

He looked at them and smiled. "Miss me," was all he said before hell broke loose.

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When things had calmed, and Sirius had feeling of both arms, Molly and Remus got to work on making some dinner. Everyone kept shouting things like, "I still can't believe it!" and "You've got to tell us what's going on!" Sirius laughed and did his best to answer their rapid fire questions. Things settled more when dinner was set on the table. Over the eating and chattering, Harry finally raised the question everyone was plagued with, "How d'you make it out?"

Sirius looked thoughtful for a few minutes. "I really can't explain it. I was surrounded by mist and shadows. I couldn't see anything and I didn't really have a clue to where I was. Then, out of no where, two boys show up and lead me out of the darkness. So, mayby they're," he nodded toward the two in cloaks, "the one's you should ask."

Everyone's attention turned to the two, who had remained silent the entire time. They conversed silently before one stood. "My brother and I had been summoned as soon as the tragedy had occured. What Sirius had fallen into was not what you think. Just because it was in the Department of Mysteries doesn't mean that it was a Veil of Death. It was the elusive Veil of Time. Quite simply, Sirius had been," he groped for the right words, "temporarily misplaced."

At a glance to his brother, they removed their hoods. The one who had spoken had shoulder length, golden brown hair--tied back at the neck. His face was lean, high cheek bones and sensuous lips only helped to enhance his features. His eyes--his most prominent feature--were a blazing cobalt blue, with gold spiking from the irises. The mark of a werewolf. They then turned their attention to the other. His short, black hair was wild, yet tamed. hs heart-shaped face supported a wide grin and dazzling blue-green eyes.

The one standing focused back ont Sirius. "What we did was no easy task," he stated. "Few would have undertaken it. It was quite a trip, getting you out."

"Only 'cause you just had to go through Erazenth Pass."

The blonde faced his brother. "It was a shortcut."

"That got us lost."

"Hn. You're just upset 'cause you got groped by a ghost," he smiled smugly as his brother went red.

"Well, excuse me for not enjoying having my ass slapped by every male in the vicinity!" The blonde gaped at his brother. "Who's the bitch now?"

With an inhuman cry, the blonde launched himself at his brother. Both rolled the the floor; throwing random punches, curses, and insults. It took both Sirius and Moody to pull the two apart, but they continued to struggle until Mrs. Weasley's voice was heard above their shouting.

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"Are you sre you must leave," Remus asked. "You're more than welcomed to stay."

"It would be for the best," the blonde said, smoothing his hair. "We have business to attend to elsewhere and we've spent too much time here as is."

Try as they might, they couldn't convince the two to stay. They all had questions they wanted to ask, but seemed would never get an answer to.

"Well, it was a pleasure meeting you," Mrs. Weasley said. The others nodded in agreement.

"Yes, it was a pleasure. Thank you for dinner and the chance of meeting you," with nods of gratitude, the boys left. Pausing at the corner, the blonde faced his brother. "It was them. I'd never forget those scents."

"Let the past stay where is is. We did what we had to do. Let's go now."

"Yeah."

With one final look, two wolves trotted down the street and were swallowed in the darkness.