Harry Potter

Forward Motion

Chapter Six: Introducing Sirius and James

Disclaimer- I own nothing of JK Rowlings! Those are all the wonderful creations of her very mind!

Authors Note!

Alright everyone! I revised this chapter, but only slightly. I changed Dumbldore's Letter in the first chapter, so I had to fix it here. And if you're confused with the first chapter and this chapter cause the letter is different I'm sorry. My computer is currently being mean and not letting me upload documents! But without furthur ado, here's the chapter!

BIG THANKS TO- Stoneage Woman, my beta, whom without my stories would be gibberish. Sammy, thanks so much for letting me use your name!

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Harry woke as the train gave an unusually large sway. He blinked twice and his surroundings came into focus. Hermione was on his left sleeping soundly, her mouth slightly open. Ron was across from him gazing wearily out the window.

"Thought you'd never wake, mate." A smile graced Ron's lips. "We're nearly there," He pointed to the oncoming castle.

Harry nodded, he wasn't sure if Ron could see him or not. "This years gonna be different." Harry shook off his want to sleep and sat up straighter.

It was Ron's turn to nod. They sat in silence for a while, neither of them knew what to say. The train slowly swayed again, a light creaking came from there bags.

"Do you really think that letter's from Dumbledore?" Ron asked looking intently at Harry. "You think it's actually possible… I mean it is Dumbledore we're talking about. The greatest wizard in the world."

Harry gazed out the window. "I know it's from him, I was thinking about it last night. I mean, Hedwig seemed to know something…"

Ron bit his lip, "So… are you gonna do what it says?" He looked at his friend questioningly.

"Yea, I think I'll spend a few days figuring out everything I need at school and then I'll start off." Harry stated furrowing his brow. "It's time to end this."

The two boys sat in silence again for just three minutes. Ron gazed at Hermione watching her chest raise and fall as she slept.

"How's it going between you two?" Harry questioned his friend.

Ron shook his head, "Not so good, we fight a lot." Ron grimaced. "Over really stupid stuff, like yesterday we fought about how many gnomes are in my yard. She thought there were only five. But I've lived there my whole life, I know that there's a whole civilization of them."

"Nu-uh," Hermione stirred from her slumber. "You just see the same ones at different times, there are only five of them." Ron opened his mouth to argue, but Hermione merely turned to the side and fell back asleep.

"Stubborn that one is," Ron muttered, giving her a fond look before shifting his gaze back to the window.

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The sorting ceremony was the same as every year. The only difference was that instead of Dumbledore giving the speech, Professor Mcgonagal stood up and spoke. She lectured the first years about where they were forbidden to go. Then she talked about possibilities of the school closing down, which was followed by many groans and complaints. After she finished Hermione ran off to help the prefects lead the students to the common room.

"Thinks she's something special now, that one does." Ron grumbled as Hermione disappeared around the doors. "That badge's got her all messed up."

Harry ignored this and waited for a spot to jump in and join the many students heading to their Houses. Ron followed Harry's step and then eventually found an opening thanks to Luna Lovegood.

"Hello, Harry, Ronald," She said curtly as they walked beside her. "Lovely evening isn't it." She gazed about the hallways. "Although, it seems much more empty than usual, probably due to that 'Gruabo' sickness spreading around."

Ron kicked up an eye brow, "Gruabo," He caught Harry's eyes and the both restrained from smiling.

"Yes, but not to worry, I've got my Tabil foot, I'm not infected." She stated patting a green, mutant looking rabbit foot.

"So how was your vacation?" Harry said quickly to cover up Ron's fit of laughter.

Luna sighed, "Oh it wasn't very good, my father lost a lot of money posting his story about the 'Gruabo' so we've had to sell a lot of our things… it's really been a rather dreadful summer…"

Harry tried to give her a look of sympathy but he had a feeling it looked more like a twisted smile.

"Well I must be off, it's been nice talking to you Harry." She waved to them vaguely as she set off down the hallway to her common room.

Ron's fit of giggles subsided, "What am I invisible or something? How come I didn't get a goodbye!"

Harry merely shoved his friend up the next flight of stairs and they continued their long journey to the 7th floor.

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Hermione arrived back in the Common Room around 10 that night to find Ron and Harry lying about on the couches. Harry was reading over his note, and Ron was staring blankly out the window, one of his lately acquired habits.

"Well everyone's where they should be. My goodness, being Head Girl is much harder than being a prefect was." She let out a sigh of relief and found her spot in the chair across from Ron.

"You poor thing," Ron muttered without a hint of sympathy.

Hermione's eyes narrowed, "Just because you don't get to use the Prefect's bathroom anymore doesn't mean you can pick on me!" She pulled a book out of her already arranged book bag and found her page and began to read.

"You think I'm jealous! That you get to prance around with some Head Boy shouting orders left and right?" Ron glared hard at Hermione. "If you do you're wrong, I just can't stand the fact that we have to spend our final year at Hogwarts listening to you rant on about responsibilities!"

She looked up from her book, "Honestly, Ron, you are all too obvious! You just don't want…"

Harry let out an exasperated sigh as his two friends continued to bicker loudly. The point of the fight had long been past and they were beginning to bring up old events. He decided to drown out the noise by studying his letter from Dumbledore more closely.

He skimmed over the third line,

New friends you will meet, and they will help you defeat, the one who lives to destroy. Trust you must make, chances you will take. To complete the journey you've began, you must take fate into your hands.

New friends? He didn't know what Dumbledore meant, who were the new friends. And Dumbledore just expected him to trust them, fat chance. He read over the paragraph after the third.

Betrayed you believed that two men did commit. You thought them to be nothing but lying little twits. But now you must hear, and you must believe. They are a help to you, they are a gift you've received. Potions to Defence, you hated him. Although now I ask you to simply believe in him. And the one who you went to school with, he is no kind of man you may fool with. He was blinded by the Dark Lords ways, and now his family pays the price. Voldemort took them as sacrifice. But the blonde boy survives, and help to you he will be. Put faith in him, as you did in me.

There was the mention of trust again. If Harry had any say in the matter, it was definatly that Dumbledore put to much trust in every living thing he met. He figured that the Potions and Defence was most likely Snape, Harry felt his body tense at the thought of the name. He also believed the blonde boy to be none other than Malfoy, even fatter chance he would trust a foul being like Draco. He continued to the second to last line,

Changing shape or changing form, nothing can stop him, he will preform. This is his sacrifice to you, accept it and forgive him too. Lives will be shattered, though repairs will be made. Have faith in those who wish to help you, be brave.

He had absolutely no idea who the changing shape, changing form character was, but he had a strong feeling he'd have a run in with him on his journey. Be brave, Harry only prayed he would be able to. Finally he read the last line,

Under The Gum Drops Secrets Lie, For Neither Can Live While The Other Survives.

Harry stared hard at this sentence. There was something significant about the 'Gum Drops' but he had no clue to what it was. 'For Neither Can Live While The Other Survives.' Harry recited it to himself,

The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches… born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies … and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not … and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives … the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies …'

He had the whole thing memorized now, word for word.

"…and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives…"

He recited this out loud, still ignored by the bickering couple.

'THIS IS SO STUPID, WHY DO YOU ACT LIKE THIS ALL THE TIME, YOU CAN'T ALWAYS BE RIGHT YOU KNOW!"

This snapped Harry out of his train of thought; he looked up to see what he'd missed. Ron was standing glaring down at Hermione, him being the one who'd aroused Harry. Hermione was sitting on the same chair; her eyes were swimming with tears.

"STOP IT," Hermione screamed this time, tears spilling over down her red face. "I don't know why I put up with you! I'm going for a walk!" And with that she stood up, gave Ron one last look and stomped out though the portrait hole.

"AAARRRHHH!" Ron cried clenching his fists in anger. "I CAN'T STAND WOMEN!" He looked at Harry like he'd just noticed him for the first time.

"Oh sorry mate, I didn't mean…" Ron started but Harry cut him off.

"Why don't you just back off; you're always yelling at her." He didn't know why he was getting involved, but it was about time Ron had his butt kicked into place.

"Wha…?" Ron gaped stunned as Harry stood abruptly gave Ron the same look he'd received from Hermione and followed her path out the portrait hole, only in a much less dramatic fashion. Ron glared at The Fat Lady as she swung shut.

"AAARRRHHH!"

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Hermione stormed thought the hall ways, her footsteps echoing loudly enough to set off Filch. But she didn't care, and she continued the march through the hallway until she heard a voice coming from a broom closet near by. Slowly she approached the door the voice inside sounded irritated and annoyed. She carefully turned the knob and pulled the door open.

A boy with shaggy black hair fell out into the hallway along with four brooms and an empty bucket. The noise ecoed around the hall. Hermione dropped to her knees to help the boy up. He looked about her age, maybe a year or so older. He shook his head and grumbled.

"Are you ok?" Hermione questioned the stranger. But he merely shook his head, his black hair swaying lightly. He slumped against the wall and then fell back to the floor.

"That was…" The boy looked up at Hermione, his deep blue eyes were filled with laughter. He let out a bark like laugh. "BLOODY AWESOME!"

Hermione jumped back. She'd seen this boy before… but not as a boy, as a man. There was no mistaking his bark-like laugh for anyone else's.

"Sirius?" She bent down back to his level. "Sirius Black?"

His laughter subsided and he looked straight into Hermione's eye causing her to blush. "Yea, I'm Sirius." He stuck out his hand, "And who might you be, young fine lady?"

She shook his hand her mouth hanging open unable to answer his question. She only continued to shake.

"Uh, ok it's really nice to meet you, but I wanted help up." Sirius grinned, "But I've got it covered, seems I've left another one speechless." He laughed loudly. He jumped up and then help Hermione back to her feet.

"Whoa," Sirius looked around the hall. "What the heck just happened…" He peered back in the broom closet. "James, Remus, Peter? "JJJJAAAAMMMMEEEESSSS!"

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James sat up, he felt dizzy his vision was blurred. He shook his head lightly to try to clear it. He was sitting on a hard wood floor. There were several bed all around him. A tall lanky boy was standing over him. He had red hair and a face full of freckles.

"Damn, Peter." He shook his head again to remove the hair from his eyes. Then he looked up at the red headed boy. "Who're you?"

"Harry?" Ron muttered.

James cocked an eye brow, "Haha, Harry that's sort of a funny name. If only you were bald, that'd be a riot!" James laughed as he got to his feet.

Ron continued to look at him like a deer looking at on coming headlights. "How'd you get up here so fast?"

"Beats me, but I've got to go hunt down a rat if you will excuse me." James dusted himself off defiantly. "Idiot he is, I mean honestly we agreed not to pull the lever!"

"Lever?" Ron was ready to smack Harry. He was making absolutely no sense; little did he know that the boy he thought was Harry Potter was really his father.

James smirked, "Wouldn't you like to know!" He sighed, "But that's personal information of the Marauders, and we have no openings for new members."

"Marauders?"

James glared at him, "What are you a mocking bird or something… do you have a glitch?"

"You're just not making any sense," Ron tried to piece together the puzzle in front of him. "I saw you storm out of the common room, so I came up here and bam now you're here."

"I stormed out of no where," James stated. "I haven't ever seen you before, so how could I be mad at you?"

Ron shook his head, "Has someone given you a potion?"

"ARH, I don't have time for this, out of my way Hairy Boy!" James pushed past Ron knocking him into Neville's bed and causing his pet toad to be released from his box.

James was just about to the door when a pillow flew out of no where and knocked him hard in the back of the head.

"OUCH!" James growled something under his breath. "What the hell was that for?"

"The real question is what the hell is wrong with you! Why are you acting so strange!" Ron spat back grabbing the pillow of Seamus' bed.

"Don't you throw that at me! You're the one acting strange, you hairy boy!" James teased looking around for a pillow or something even harder he could throw back.

"MY NAME IS NOT HARRY!" Ron screamed and chucked the second pillow at Jame's head.

This time James dodged it and rolled over to Harry's bed grabbed the pillow and threw it hard at Ron. "Mate, there's something definitely wrong with you… first you're telling me you're name is Hairy and now you're telling me it's not…" James ducked as another pillow came flying his way.

James grabbed Trevor and tossed him at Ron just as Neville Longbottom came up the staircase.

"TREVOR!" Neville dived to the ground revealing a small and short rat like boy behind him.

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