Potters through time
Chapter three Ongoings, pat 1
"Now, let me get this straight. You four came from the future as a result of some experiment that failed, and apparently, are my grandchildren…" asked the bewildered and skeptical James Potter. Senior.
"Wow granps, didn't know you had such remarkable deductive skills…" came Lily's mocked answer, but, before her grandfather could retort, her brother calmly silenced her with a quick mouth-shutting charm, and proceeded as if it was quite a normal occurrence. Her youngest twin, to be exact.
"Sorry for that, grandfather, we spoiled her way too much for anyone's good. And, no matter how absurd our claims may seem to you, Potter's oath that it is as we spoke." He assured the flabbergasted Marauders.
Yet, Sirius, still, was not very convinced by their story. "How do we know that you're not just some wannabee pranksters who wish to carve their way by pulling-on the Marauders?" he asked suspiciously.
His junior namesake mouthed an answer, but his middle brother beat him to it.
"James, not you grandpa, would you show them the exhibit A?" he asked courtly to his brother, but his face betrayed that he was joking. James, junior, gave him a funny, 'what-the-heck-are-you-talking-about' kind of look that caused his brothers to make simultaneous sighs of exasperation.
"The ring you dimwit" told him his sister, that just managed to break down the ward from her mouth. She then proceeded to send series of death glares, which could chase away the whole armies of giants and trolls, to her Sirius, but he was rather unaffected by them. He turned towards her, and gave her stare that could chill off the sun; and half the stars from the sky, as well.
They continued their staring contest while the younger James approached the older one. They exchanged identical nervous looks, by identical hazel eyes. Finally, younger James raised his right hand, and showed his would-be grandfather and uncles thick silver ring upon his middle finger.
Senior James' eyes bulged up to the size of teacups. He suddenly raised his own right hand, to observe the identical ring upon his own middle finger.
"Their story is legit." He said after a moment, his voice and face betraying his utter bewilderment.
"You can't copy family signet." He added, off handedly, and unnecessary.
Suddenly, senior Sirius', face broke out in humongosly gargantouose smile. "Jimmy the gramps!" he roared in bark like laughter, throwing himself upon James, the senior, and catching him in headlock. "You sly old stag, you…" he continued the laugh, while messing his best mates hair way further than it was already.
"Geroff you dumb mutt!" muttered James, as he struggled to escape Padfoot's grasp. Still, his face was also sporting head-splitting grin.
While the two of them were struggling, Sirius and Lilly finally broke their glaring contest. It ended up as a draw, since both of them averted their gazes at the same time.
Sirius was the first one to talk. "Well, I'm off to inform the headmaster of this occurrence. If you'll excuse me…" he went for the doors of the chamber, but right before exiting, he abruptly turned, and nodded to each marauder. "Grandfather. Uncle Remus. Uncle Peter. Uncle Sirius." And then finally went out, followed by mystified, and shocked expressions of marauders.
Finally, James, senior, broke the uncomfortable silence. "Is he always that… formal?"
"Oh, he can be as odd as an oddball…" answered younger Remus offhandedly "…But you can hardly blame him. He voluntarily took the duty of family watchdog, and with a family as large as ours…"
He was denied the opportunity to leave off strong impression by trailing off, by his sister's harsh, icily cold words directed toward thunderstruck Sirius, with whom, just a few moment's previous she was having exremely friendly chit-chat.
"He might get overly official at times, but he at least has the ability to think straight, and not screw things up, which is way more than could be said for you!" After which she promptly turned on her heel, and, well the closest thing to what she had done would be storming off, but she was way too graceful doing it, that, under no condition, could you call it 'storming off'.
Sirius stared at her back, as if he was petrified, until time-traveling Remus' voice broke his shocked reverie. "Uncle Sirius, you have to understand one thing… Sirius and Lily are still the closest pair of siblings in our family. Not even Neal and Mat share such bond as the two of them, and they are Identical twins, well except the eyesight, but that is ire…"
"Li'l Bro, you're rambling." His brother cut him off, a small, warm smirk playing across his face
"I might be fourteen minutes younger, but I sure act more mature than you Jay." Retorted Remus good-naturedly. Seemingly forgetting their company, the two brothers continued their friendly banter, until their would-be grandfather cut them off.
"Who are Mat and Neal, and you still didn't explain why your sister blew her fuse so suddenly." James was torn out between trying to act coolly and maturely, and thus leave off good impression upon his future grandsons; and hide up how much amusing and interesting he found the whole situation. Then he added as an afterthought "And what did you mean when you said 'with a family as large as ours…'?"
Remus, Potter, looked at him, and mouthed to answer, but then thought better of it, and shut his mouth, till he composed his answer. He heaved a sigh, and said "Gentleman, we should move to some more comfortable place, for sorting this will take a while…
On his way to Headmaster's office, Sirius Potter was struggling an inner battle, as his two most important goals clashed violently. On one side, his eternal mission of always protecting and looking after his many siblings was heavily compromised by his, and his twins' lapse into the past, but, on the other side, here he had the opportunity to meet his grandparents, and his great-uncle Sirius, after whom he was named; of whom he only heard legends, and which were the most important issues of his near-fanatical study of his family history, all four branches of it.
Although he wasn't paying any attention on his way, he found himself right in front of the gargoyle that guarded headmaster's office, without missing a single turn in the labyrinth-like castle.
He subdued a sigh, and slowly traced his finger across gargoyle's chest, until he found a point that held no difference to an untraind eye, or so to speak. Quickly and forcibly, he jabbed his finger in that spot, an heard the reasuring grunt from the stone monster.
"You're letting me in, or…?" He didn't even have to finish that sentence before Gargoyle hastily jumped out of his way. He flashed the Gargoyle a grin, and thanked him for his services.
As he passed it, he heard the unmistekable grumble about work-harrasement. He could help it. He laughed. He didn't know why, but that, milion times repeated, event always had such an effect upon him.
By the time he had finished his rise, his face went it's usual, serious, self again, and assumed this-is-strictly-bussines half-grin, before he made a quick nock, and, without waiting for an answer. Marched right into the office.
The old man upon the table looked surprised. It was an accomplishment rare could achive. Or so he was told. "Proffesor Dumbledore, we have a discussion to make…"
Without himself knowing why, Dumbledore's eye twinkling intensyfied several times.
Lilian Magdalena Potter was fuming. And not so much as to her uncle Sirus'comment, as many would have thought, most of her fammily included, but at herself. She knew that her fight with Sirius was pointless and childlish, and that he had every right, and the moral duty as well, to do what he did, and to treat her as he is. She, herself soaked in shame, selfpity, and anger, and she was, as to her even greater shame, following the line of lighter ressistance, or better said 'the easy way around', and tried to make Sirius the guilty one. Still, she refused to admit, although she knew in her heart, that what she had done was not only wrong, but also an atrocity; and for what? Because of foolish jealousy, she lost the trust and respect of her closest sibling, and heavily disapointed her father, a feet she foolishly belived unacomplishable by her.
She had no idea where she was going, but she didn't care. All she wanted was to run, and hide from the onslought of guilt, selfloathing, and emotions that heavily beared upon her. She knew that it was not something she could ask her dady to make it better, and that she couldn't ignore it, and let her brothers take care of it. She had to deal with it by herself, and that teryfied her.
She found herself in top chamber of one of the towers. She had no clue which one it was, nor had she the will or wish to check, by the means of looking thru the window. She crumpled by the wall, and started doing something she refused to do since she was five. She alowed the damns behind her eyes to open up, and cried her heart out, as all of her cooped emotions had burst out, and slammed back to her.
She had no idea, how long she stayed there, nor had she the idea when had the soft hands surounded her and the soft, caring, femine voice started to murmur conforts and reasurances in her ear.
When she finaly looked to her comforter, she found herself looking into a girl, maybe a bit older than herself. With the eyes of her father. Exact shape, exact shade of emerald green, exact carring, loving, twinkle.