A/N – I just thought that I should explain a few things. 1) I'm not sure if Malfoy will get Harry or not! 2) Sirius only spent six years in Azkaban. During those six years, Remus kept writing to Fudge in order to get his friend a trial. Fudge refused Remus for several years, and then during the sixth, Dumbledore also insisted.

During the trial, Sirius was given a whole vial of Vertruserum. Since his story couldn't be dispute because a ministry official had given the drug to Sirius, they had no choice but to let him go.

The exact timing of this story may be off, it is during summer but before Harry's birthday.

This is also officially AU; I hope you all don't mind. This will be explained in this chapter! Enjoy!

Harry Potter and the Story of Secret's

Part 9

Sirius stood in the Headmaster's office. Harry was not there with him and neither was Remus. They were both home, sound asleep. But Albus had been adamant that what he had to say could not wait till morning. So, dressed in midnight black robes, Sirius apparated to Hogsmead and then walked up to the castle.

"You might want to sit down," Albus said.

"What is it? Is it about Harry?"

"No, it's about an old friend,"

"Wormtail! Where is he?" Sirius jumped from the chair he had been directed too.

"Sirius, you just can't barge into a Death Eater strong hold and expect to be let to do the havoc you wish too," Albus said.

"They wouldn't know I'm there, I'd be in my animagus form,"

"Peter has probably all ready told them what to look for,"

"Well, so what, there are plenty of black dogs," Sirius said off handedly.

"That may be so, but a black dog so close to a Death Eater meeting would send off bells,"

"So, what am I supposed to do? Why are you telling me this?"

"Severus has not been called to this meeting, and I need someone there, I wish for you to go,"

"Fine, but if I get a chance….I'll take it," Sirius said, then he stood.

"Where?"

"Here is a map," Dumbledore said, he handed a weathered piece of parchment of to Sirius. There was nothing on it. Dumbledore tapped it with his wand and said – "Lemon Drops"

A map of an area appeared; Sirius raised an eyebrow, obviously he and the other Marauder's weren't the only ones to use Transfiguration on some sort of map.

"I just want you to observe, don't do anything rash," Albus gave Sirius a warning glance.

"Oh, please! Whatever gave you that idea?" Sirius asked.

"Be careful,"

"I will,"

Sirius left the office.

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West Yorkshire had the brightest stars Sirius had ever seen; the countryside about him was vacant of anyone; but that didn't mean that they weren't there. Sirius had apparated in the middle of the area that the map showed him. Now that he was actually here, the map in his hand came to life.

Sirius lit up his wand and looked down at the parchment in his hand. It worked like the Marauder's Map, but it didn't have another pass word in order to make the parchment blank. It was only to help Sirius to identify Wizards and Muggles. Not that that was too hard, but Dumbledore wanted to know who would be at this meeting.

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A black dog trotted down the dirt road; his tongue lolled to the side and every so often it would sniff at the ground for a few moments before wandering of the road. Then it would make its way back to the road and go on again. The dog may have been a stray, but its black coat gleamed in the pale moon light and grey eyes shone with mischief as the dog thought to himself about thing she could do.

Padfoot knew that he was putting himself in danger by being in his animagus form. Maybe Dumbledore had been right, maybe the Death Eaters would know that Padfoot was in reality Sirius Black and they would kill him before he even knew what was going on. But, Padfoot did not care; he weighed the consequences and thought that he would be over looked by a very stupid Death Eater if he was in his animagus form.

He finally came upon an old circle of stones; Druids had left these behind centuries ago as monuments to their gods. The Druids weren't Wizards; they didn't use wands or spells. Well, that wasn't exactly true, Druids preferred to chant strange words of ancient Norse mixed with Latin in able to curse someone.

Padfoot came to a stop as he sniffed the air. He quickly went around the mounds of rocks and leapt behind a wall. There, he turned back into a human. This time, Sirius Black peaked above the wall. He held his breath and listened.

A whoosh sounded to him and in the middle of the circle, a group of Death Eaters stood there. They all had on their cloaks and hoods; by the sounds of their voices, they weren't happy.

"Will you get off my cloak! You're going to tear it!"

"Well, if you wore one that fit you, I wouldn't trip over it!"

"It does fit well!"

"Shut up, both of you, Our Lord will be here any second," Lucius Malfoy ordered. Sirius would have known it any where; he would also have known his cousin's voices any where as well. He had grown up around them and even cloaked and masked he could tell.

But, what did Malfoy mean by Our Lord? Was there another Dark Lord vying for supremacy? Or was this a spoof of some sort? Or…did Voldemort find a way to come back to the living world? Sirius didn't know how that could be done. Necromancy was a wooly subject, not even the best Wizards could bring someone back from the dead…

….Unless, if that person wasn't….exactly….dead to begin with.

An Apparation sounded, and there in the middle of the circle was a man, he had pail skin, and red eyes, he looked more like the devil incarnate than anything else. Beside him was a ratty looking man, with buck teeth, he was bent over and…silver glinted in the moon light.

"I am glad to see that my trusted followers have arrived on time," Voldemort said.

"We are glad to serve you my Lord," Malfoy said, the Death Eaters about Voldemort got to their knees and bowed their heads to the powerful Dark Lord.

"Have you good news to share with me, my pets?" Voldemort asked.

"The Ministry has been infiltrated like commanded, my Lord," Narcissa Malfoy replied.

"Good, what else?"

"I have news my Lord," Lucius spoke up.

"Yes?"

"It's about Harry Potter; he has been introduced to our world after living for a bit with the Muggles,"

"Harry Potter? Not protected by that blood bond any more?"

"Yes, his Godfather, Sirius Black, and that Werewolf took him away from the Muggle home some days ago,"

"This will work to our advantage…"

Sirius didn't hear the rest of whatever it was that Voldemort was going to say; for a cry sounded behind him. As he stood and swung to face whatever had made that sound, a meaty fist got him square in the jaw and his wand was wrested from his hand. Sirius fell to the ground, his head was whacked hard against a rather huge stone.

Black spots covered his vision for a few moments; while someone else wrenched his arms behind him and tied him tight. BY then, the Death Eaters that had been about Voldemort had surrounded him.

"What is this?" someone hissed in his ear. Sirius couldn't answer, he felt nauseated.

"Black, figures that you're dear Headmaster would send you," Malfoy muttered. Arms wrestled Sirius to his feet; which wasn't hard at all, Sirius didn't put up much of a fight. But, he cleared his mind. Dumbledore had warned Sirius years before that if ever captured by Death Eaters, he had to clear his mind. Legillmens was something few Wizards could do. But those that had learned and used it, should be feared, well, at least a little bit.

Sirius was pushed to his knees once the group had reach Voldemort, and a quivering Wormtail. Sirius' blurry vision cleared and he glared up at them. He hated looking up at the pair of them; he would not be controlled, at all!

"Well, looks like we have a guest," Voldemort sneered.

"I know that old coot sent you, Black, so don't try to deny it,"

"Fine, I won't," Sirius growled.

"Tell me, Black, is this true? Are you really in possession of Harry Potter?" Voldemort asked.

"And what would you do if I was?" Sirius asked, still glaring. Voldemort turned his back on Sirius for a moment, before turning back and back handing the man.

"Don't test me, Black, you won't like what would happen if you did; now, answer the question!"

"Arse over tit!" Sirius spat, he spit blood onto the ground at Voldemort's feet. Voldemort growled at the man before him. Without another moments hesitation, he cast Crucio on Sirius. Sirius bit his tongue, hard as the pain flowed over him, through him, became part of him. He didn't know how long he had been under the curse, but when it was lifted, he was on his side and breathing heavily.

"Next time you say something rude, I'll have my Death Eaters have a piece of you," Voldemort said. He then looked at his followers. He smiled sadistically.

"Take him back to the manner, we will get all the answers out of him that we want," the Dark Lord said. He then Disaparated, Wormtail followed.

Sirius went out cold then; the pain was too much at the moment and he did not want to feel more.

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Remus didn't know what had woke him; but he knew that everyone was safe. They were all safe in their beds and James hadn't been caught by Filch when he had gone to the kitchens for a midnight snack. However, the incessant pulling of his pajama sleeve made his stir. He yawned, it must be in the middle of the night. Why was James waking him?

"Uncle Moony?" a whisper came to; it was then that he remembered. Remus opened his eyes and looked at Harry. The boy looked so much like James that it was uncanny!

"Yes, Harry?"

"Padfoot's gone," Harry said.

"Did you have a bad dream?" Remus asked.

Harry nodded: "I dreamt that Sirius was sent on someplace. He went to a round rock, and he watched some people in masks. They caught him, he was in pain after that," Harry explained.

"Let's go wake him up, that way you can see him safe and sound," Remus said. Tears ran down Harry's cheeks.

"Padfoot isn't here, he's gone," Harry whispered. Remus threw the covers off of him and pulled on his night robe, he picked Harry up and he went to Sirius' room.

The bed was still unmade and it looked as if Sirius had been in a hurry, but why?

Remus spied a folded piece of parchment on the fire place mantle. Remus crossed the messy room and snatched it up. Harry hugged closer to Remus, who still held the small boy.

Moony,

Sorry if I have given you cardiac arrest! Dumbledore fire called me late and asked me to come to Hogwarts as soon as I got dressed. It is something important, about Death Eaters or something. I'm really not sure what is going on! Contact Dumbledore if three days have gone by and I have yet to show up.

Padfoot

Remus sighed then looked down at Harry; "He just went to a meeting, Harry, he'll be fine," Remus said.

"I hope so," Harry agreed. The two spent the rest of the night on the sofa in the parlor.

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A/N – Okay, just so you all know, each family member has their own private fire place. That's why Remus didn't now about Sirius leaving till he got the note. Dumbledore had used Sirius' private fire place, not the one in the parlor that they floo in and too. Also, I'm not sure about the phrase that Sirius used. If anyone knows what 'Arse over tit' means, please inform me of it! I'd appreciate it!

Ta,

Poppy