As Time Goes By

A/N I bet that after I get done with the 8th chapter I will have the biggest case of writers block in the fan fiction writers history. This story really isn't going anywhere but it is still fun. I want to write it and not make Harry seem so macho, and James seem so cruel. But I want Harry to not be afraid of him, and James to be a little threatened by him, but not so much. I really don't think that I am portraying Remus well, but if I am not please tell me, NICELY. The keyword there being nice.

Disclaimer: I own Harry Potter! HAHAHAHAHAHA! (Dog starts attacking author) Okay, I don't own Harry Potter, jeesh!

Sirius: How come I'm not in this story much?

Grim Angel: Err… where did you come from?

Sirius: I came from the story (idiot)

Grim Angel: I heard that!

Sirius: I don't know what you are talking about (mutters about crazy authors)

Grim Angel: Fine if I'm crazy then you won't be in the chapter.

Sirius: NOOOOOOOO! I must be in the story I am the most important person in

the story!

Grim Angel: Okay, not that you are but your point?

Sirius: …

Grim Angel: That's what I thought

Remus berated himself he couldn't do this it wasn't right, but then what did the Maurders do that was right? He was going to destroy someone innocent and that person had no idea. Why couldn't he have made friends with bunnies, or stupid Hufflepuffs?

Not that he didn't want to find out about Harry but it wasn't his place to tell anybody anything. He had dark secrets his self and he didn't want the whole world to know it…

Harry flipped through the picture book that Hagrid had gotten for him. He stopped at a page that had a picture of Sirius and him. It must have been taken in his fifth year when he went home for Christmas. Sirius and Harry had fallen asleep on the couch together and Sirius had him snuggled comfortably beside him. (This is not slash it is only a fatherly thing) Harry was so happy that Christmas, but that was only when Sirius would come out of his room. Harry wiped the tear away from his eyes and slammed the book shut. There was no use thinking about it. Sirius was dead and that was that. Even though Remus and Dumbledore and his friends had kept talking to him about Sirius and how it wasn't his fault, Harry still blamed him self. Actually it was Snape's fault but he didn't want to think about the stupid git. Sirius stirred in the next bed beside him and stood up jerking the curtains away from Harry's bed he sneered at the book that was in his hands.  Sirius glared at it and an idea formed in his head. He grabbed at the book and Harry jerked his hand away to grab the book. Harry looked up with hurt in his eyes.

"Why do you hate me so much", Harry asked him, looking at him searching him, trying to find something that could help him understand why Sirius hated him so much.

"Because, I've learned from experience that trusting people is hard to do", Sirius answered.

"So, instead of knowing them you just hate them", Harry asked pointedly propping up on his elbows.  Sirius raised an eyebrow and looked at him. Sitting down on the edge of the bed with Harry he looked at him square in the eyes.

"There's just something about you that gets to us, I mean you seem to know what we'll do before we actually do it, and you're so secretive", Sirius said leaning down on the pillow. Harry shook his head and got up. He walked to his trunk and put his book back inside moving the invisibility cloak over it and the map that he had to remember to get from his father before the next full moon.

"Okay, what do you want to know?" Harry finally asked. Sirius looked shocked and opened his mouth spoke, "where did you come from?" Harry thought about that question before biting back a sarcastic comment about where he came from.

"Durmstrang, Black".

"Where are your parents?"

Again Harry bit back a sarcastic comment.

"They're dead".

"Sorry, I didn't know".

"It's okay".

"What about any family? Who do you live with?"

"I live with my aunt and uncle, I had a godfather and I had another godfather but he kind of drifted away, after awhile", Harry said thinking of Remus. Who after all he had done for Harry had become so insolated and depressed. Sirius looked surprised.

"What do you mean you 'had' a godfather?"

"He died that's what I meant".

Sirius looked sorry that he had even asked. And then started asking complicated questions again that brought painful memories back to Harry's mind, memories that he had rather forget.

"How did your parents die?"

"Voldemort killed them".

"Oh, well then I guess that my normal assumption about you being a death eater was incorrect?"

"Well, you can say that but it wouldn't matter anyway, I mean people back home seem to think me evil anyway".

"Why?"

"Because I have a link to Voldemort and I always know what he's up to, and how he's feeling so people think that I'm evil", Harry confessed rubbing the scar that made him famous although it was unwanted. Sirius looked shocked and then a bit scared. He got up and walked over to his bed.

"Nice talking to you, White". Harry shook his head and forced the morbid thoughts out of his head. No, not now don't think about him! Harry told himself. He had only ever wanted his godfather to love him. And here he was in the past in his parent's sixth year and they all hated him except for his mother. Great this was just great.

A/n Pointless I know, but who cares at least I gave so many chapters typed. If any of you so much as dare flame me about the conversation with Sirius because I will get mad and stop writing this story! I am so evil I know, and I don't care! Bye, for now!