A/N – Hello all! I believe that another explanation is in order. Gee, now I sound like Dumbledore! LOL! Okay, here goes….Voldemort got his body back the same way as he did in GoF. Except that he didn't use Harry's blood or anything. He got someone else's blood.

Harry Potter and the Story of Secret's

Part 10

He floated in darkness. He didn't know for how long he lay in the quiet, nor did he wonder at why he was being quiet, all he knew was that it was better to be here than anywhere else. But, his mind was foggy, he couldn't remember how or when he had arrived in the darkness. He was just there….

"Sirius! You did it!" James jumped from his seat, the book he had been reading felt o the floor. Before him a black dog barked and jumped for joy. Sirius was the first of the three to become an Animagus. But, James couldn't have been happier!

He wondered at that memory; he hadn't thought of the year's they had been studying to become Animagi in a long time. But, at least this memory was happy, unlike some he had.

"SIRIUS LEIGH BLACK! GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!" Mrs. Black yelled. Sirius threw down his quill and raced out of his room. However, when he got to the stairs, he took them slowly. He ran a hand through his hair and adopted an air of boredom when he had finally made it to the parlor where the rest of the family had gathered.

"Explain this," Mr. Black hissed, the family looked to Regulus Black, the youngest of the Black Heir's. Sirius raised an eyebrow. His brother was covered in purple spots that were actually boils. They oozed purple puss and he scratched at them.

"I don't know," Sirius shrugged.

"Oh, yes you do!" Mrs. Black stood, she was ready to hit her son.

"Honestly, Mother, I don't! it may be that weird disease that went on at school last term," Sirius shrugged his shoulders again.

"What?"

"We weren't exactly told everything, but Peter got it and he said it was horrible, maybe we aught to take Regulus to St. Mungo's or something," Sirius explained. Mrs. Black turned to her husband before getting her youngest son in a coat.

"I'll be back soon, it might be contagious," she said. They flooed to the Wizard hospital. Sirius sat through any and all threats that his family threw at him, before again making his way up to his room.

He smirked; there was no way they'd be able to get rid of it. Only those who knew the counter curse could, and Mr. Padfoot was not about to give up a Marauder secret.

He laughed at that memory; oh yes, that was the best one of how he secretly got his family back for making his life miserable. Regulus wasn't able to get rid of those boils for months! It was bloody brilliant! Even James thought so; James hated Sirius' family just as much as Sirius, himself, did, and that was what had brought them together as best friends in the first place.

Pain came crashing down on his then; he shirked away from it, but then kicked himself for it. He was a Gryffindor, not a bloody Slytherin. Sirius made his way to wakefulness. He knew what he had to do.

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Remus and Harry ate their food in silence; they were too tired to talk that morning; and Harry had had another bad dream. This time of a man with red eyes who was laughing at him…about something that Harry didn't understand.

Remus looked at the note that his friend had left him; this used to happen all the time once the Marauders had gotten out of school. One of them would have to leave during the night for one reason or another. It was not uncommon for the rest of the group to worry about their missing member. That was why they had come up with their system.

"I hate worrying like this! It does nothing for my figure," James sighed as he sat down at the kitchen table. The boy's rented a town house from an elderly witch. Mrs. Rebecca Smith liked having Auror's in her house because she knew that they would protect her if the need came to it.

"At least Sirius is safe," Remus smiled.

"Who called me?" Sirius asked, while staggering into the room.

"No one, but I'm glad you're here," Remus smiled.

"Me too, those bloody Death Eaters did a number on me, and I wasn't even supposed to meet any!"

"Sorry about that, mate," James said. Sirius grinned at them and sat down at the table.

"Where's Peter?" Sirius asked.

"His Mum died, in her sleep, he went to go and get things sorted out," James replied.

The boy's sat around the table for a bit; all lost in their own thoughts.

"We have to do something about this; I know we aren't supposed to, but I think I'll die of worry before I die of my Lycanthropy," Remus said.

"Me too, I can't concentrate if I don't know what's going on,"

"But we're never told details," Sirius pointed out.

"We know that, Wizard Obvious! The point is, we need to give each other subtle hints or something, or come up with a period of however long we should wait before going after each other," James said.

"Sometimes missions last for months, James," Remus said, remembering the mission he had just gotten back from.

"Look, even if we can't tell each other where we are going, we can at least take a time, and how long do MOST missions take?" James asked.

"Three day's a week at the most, unless told other wise," Remus said.

"Than, why don't we give ourselves a three day waiting period; but, if the mission will take a long time, we give whatever time that Dumbledore said it would take," Sirius jumped in.

"Wonderful!" James jumped up, then he adopted a gentleman stance with his arm behind his back and an eyebrow quirked.

"Mr. Prongs would like to ask Mr. Moony what he thinks of this?"

"Mr. Moony would like to Inform Mr. Prongs that this idea is the answer to our matter,"

"Mr. Moony would like to ask Mr. Padfoot his observances on this matter,"

"Mr. Padfoot would like to inform both Mr. Prongs and Mr. Moony that it is an excellent idea, in deed!"

They laughed at their little game, and so the system began.

Remus looked up at his surrogate nephew; Harry was pushing the rest of his food around the plate. The green eyes looked miserable and Remus wished that he knew what he was supposed to do. He didn't have much practice at taking care of kid's, but he could guess at it.

"Harry, why don't you go take you're bath up stairs while I clean this up," Remus said, standing up.

"Can I have bubbles again?" Harry asked; his green eyes lighting up.

"Yes," Remus smiled. Harry gave a Sirius-like whoop and ran from the table. Remus chuckled as he watched. Since Harry had come to live with them, he was becoming a normal (for a wizard) little boy. He now asked questions, sometimes a lot of them at one time, and he smiled more easily.

Remus hummed as he cleaned up the kitchen.

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Sirius opened his eyes to a dim darkness; light filtered into the small cell from some place unknown and it was slightly cold. Sirius' eyes roamed the room, once he acknowledged that he was alone, he tried to move; however, he was tied hand and foot and he really couldn't do much about that.

Sirius sighed and lay in the spot that he had been thrown; he was in a corner of the room; that faced the door. The door was made out of wood, but Sirius knew that there would be magical locks and other spells that would keep him in. a simple alohamora would not work.

Sirius closed his eyes once again; this was just his luck, always getting caught because he was inattentive as to what was going on behind him. If he had seen the goons (Crabbe and Goyle sr.) behind him, he would have changed into his animagus form and run off before they saw him. However, Remus had said that Sirius got himself into more trouble because he didn't notice what was happening behind him. Not that Sirius cared, mind, now he could probably figure out what was going on and tell Dumbledore everything.

If Death Eater's didn't kill him first.

Speaking of which…Sirius thought as he watched the door swing open, a ray of light filtered across the floor and came to rest on him; He knew the Death eater that stood in front of him by the light blond hair that escaped the hood.

"What do you want, now?" Sirius glared at the visitor.

"To fetch you, of course," Malfoy sneered; with a wave of his wand, the ropes bound about the prisoner's legs were cast off, and Sirius was helped to his feet. Once outside of the cell, three other Death Eater's surrounded him and Malfoy, wands at the ready.

They walked down dank hall ways, going deeper and deeper into the ground; Sirius memorized the turns, it was important if he were to find his way anywhere and not end back at the same place even once. Left, right, right, left, long dank, dark hallway, door and the end…dead end always means torture! Sirius thought.

The door at the end of the dark hallway was thrown open; the room inside was darker than night, candles burned in several nooks about the wall. In the middle of the room, hanging from the ceiling were some shackles. Wonderful, this is wonderful! Sirius resisted the erg to roll his eyes. He'd been beaten before, it wasn't anything that he couldn't handle.

At least that was once thing his family had taught him to take well.

The door slammed shut and locked; there was now way out, and surrounded by Death Eater's, there was no way he could resist them. He had to come up with a plan, and fast!

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Dumbledore watched the clock before him; he had charmed the clock when the Marauder's had come to school in their second year. The first one was so troublesome that Dumbledore thought it best to keep track of the four boys. James was not charmed onto the clock anymore, there was no point for his clock arm to point at dead for years on end.

Dumbledore watched Sirius' clock arm; it pointed to Mortal Danger….

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A/N – Okay, I know that this is sort of short, but I have to go to school! I promise to update again. I'll get Sirius to his family before Christmas, maybe even by Monday. We'll have to see how bad my home work is. At worst, Tuesday….possibly….but I can't promise a thing!