Hello! I know it's been a long time, but no, I didn't go to live with Tibetan Monks in a Monastery in Nepal, I've been doing work for college. A lot of work, but now I'm in the second year I've got more free periods so I'll try to figure out what the hell I'm doing with this story. No! I didn't mean that! I know perfectly what I'm going to do and I'm keeping you all in suspense. J
Hello to Templa Otmena (Otom 'e' na, not Otom 'eeeee' na, so I've been told) , The Morrigan Three, who offers invaluable help by just generally getting on my nerves so I write this to get away from you, Tonks, for your kind reviews and Oliver, I'm glad you found me again.
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Deja Vu
The look of pain, shock and disbelief were etched deeply onto the man's face. "I'm James, you're best friend, surely you remember me, Padfoot?" A desperate edge entered his voice, "You're just joking aren't you, old friend?" The look on Sirius' face made the small gleam of hope fade from James' eyes, instead replaced with resignation. "You're not, are you? You really have no idea who we are?"
Sirius felt like a sledgehammer had hit him. Watching these two people who obviously knew and loved him in distress, was far worse than the fear he felt in the Hall of Doors when he had no idea who he was or where he was going. He wanted to say that it was all right, that it was a joke, but the cold truth hung like a barrier between them.
The woman took his hand and led him under the tree before sitting down. Sirius followed and James sat on her other side. She looked up and managed a weak smile, "I'm Lily Potter." At the name of Potter, an image of a lightning bolt flashed before Sirius' eyes. Lily was still speaking, "It feels so strange, introducing myself to you after…" she covered her mouth with a trembling hand and James put his arms around her. He took over, "You were my best man at our wedding, our son's godfather, my best friend ever since you tripped Severus up during our Sorting Ceremony in our first year at Hogwarts," he indicated the castle behind Sirius, "one of the Marauders. You spent more time at my house than you did at yours in the summer. We did everything together." James stopped and shook his head, "You don't remember anything at all?" he asked, "How did you get here?"
Sirius sighed and drew his robe closer around him. The day, which had seemed so warm and cheerful, was now cold and overcast. There was too much for him to take in for it to make any sense. He cast his mind back to the shadowy chamber he woke up in. "I just remember shouts and bangs, flashes of colour, then darkness and cold. It was so cold." Sirius' voice was bleak as he stared out across the iron-grey lake. "I get glimpses of memories, a feeling of recognition when I found myself in the room at the top of the tower. When I saw you two sat under this tree, I knew I'd met you before. He turned and looked James in the eye. "I need to know why I'm here."
Later that evening they were sat in the Gryffindor common room, grouped around the blazing fire. James and Lily had taken Sirius around Hogwarts and showed him the old classrooms and passageways, trying to find something that would jog his memory. When they had walked into the hall, Sirius had looked upwards at the enchanted ceiling, which was dark and stormy. James and Lily had stood still and held their breath while he studied it with a puzzled expression on his face. He then walked over to the Gryffindor table and sat down. "How did you know which table to sit at?" asked Lily. Sirius shrugged, "I don't know. Some things are instinctive." When the food appeared apparently out of thin air, the look of amazement on Sirius' face made James laugh. It was exactly the same look he had worn when they had sat down for their first feast after the Sorting.
While Sirius tucked into steak and kidney pie, James nudged Lily and pointed at the ceiling. "Have you ever seen it do that before?" he asked. A thunderstorm was brewing and lightning flashed across the roof, illuminating the candle-lit hall below. The peculiar thing was that it was flashing different colours, purples, reds and greens forked down in an amazing display of electricity. Lily frowned and turned back to her husband, "maybe it's a particularly violent storm?" James watched a blue strike crash through the clouds. He nodded absently, "Yes, that's probably it."