Author's Note: All characters except some minor and some details belong to J.K. Rowling. I take no credit for them.
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Fateful Encounters
When James finally stepped out onto the street, he quickly pocketed his wand and continued his trek. It didn't take long before the boy realized something was seriously up. Not only were the streets half empty but there also there seemed to be a hushed silence among the people. There was a significant decrease in bustling crowds and of the few people he saw, there were hardly any pleasant interactions among them. James could feel the odd tension in the cold air about him. Something had gone terribly wrong while he was in the shop…
And he felt completely depressed at the fact that he had missed the fun! The James had a knack for getting himself into trouble, which was one problem, but he also had a bad habit of going out and looking for trouble. More trouble meant more fun for a boy of eleven, right? Probably not to everyone, but James wasn't everyone. He liked the excitement. He liked being in that spotlight. It was this very habit that always seemed to put Mrs. Euphemia Potter on the edge of her seat. It was for that very reason she and her husband had kept the boy on a tight leash since he started drawing on the neighbor's pets with enchanted paint.
The sense of curiosity that plagued James could beat his conscience at a brawl any day.
"Excuse me," inquired James to a young-looking witch who had been leisurely sipping a cup of an unknown green, gooey substance. "Did something happen? What's with all this hush-hush business and shifty eyes-?"
The witch looked up from her cup tentatively.
"There was a bit of a squabble happening between a witch, a wizard, and a wee little lad," she explained, tilting her head in the direction she spoke. "The poor lad was wailing and screaming for help, but the folk were thinkin' it was just a fight amongst kin. No one helped him. You usually don't want to get caught up with some shady-looking people like those two, see. A bunch of bullies they are! Wouldn't want them attacking me for just lookin' at them an' what!" The young witch took long sip of her drink before ending her explanation with a lame: "The poor dear…"
James frowned at her sarcasm and quickly whisked away from her and back onto the main road.
After allowing the information to sink in, he quickly turned towards the direction the witch had motioned to. The moment he realized where they were headed, he knew exactly where they were going. That direction was famously known for winding up in one of the nastiest places a typically sane wizard or witch could ever find him or herself in-Knockturn Alley. It was the place most people wanted to avoid; except for the odd number of folk who took pleasure in the strange, the weird, or the evil-doing delving into dark magic. His mother had constantly warned him against the place whenever they passed this particular road.
Despite this knowledge, however, James had placed it at #4 on his list of places to explore the first time his parents brought him to Diagon Alley. He had added it in the night they got back, just before going to sleep when ol' Euphemia had finally left him alone. His mother would have immediately revoked all freedom right had she even seen the capital "K" on that list (she apparently knew her son very well). If she found out he came even remotely close to it... the poor woman would probably die of heart attack!
The messy-haired boy knew that whatever evil lurked there, it could never best his own mother's sharp tongue. Euphemia Potter was never an advocate of domestic violence (she quite pampered her son, compared to most mothers), but her scolding and guilt-driving words were enough to buckle anyone's knees.
I have a good reason for going, he reasoned to himself. It's for the poor boy. Yeah, for the boy! It was hard to tell whether or not it was his conscience or his ambition that coaxed him, but either way, he still needed to make sure.
With his mind decided, James pressed forward leaving the sarcastic witch to gawk in disbelief as he raced in the direction that everyone else had made a point to avoid. He moved at a fast-walk pace, ignoring the curious glances of wizards and witches that bumped into him along the way.
Noticeably, the more he walked onward the shabbier the surrounding shops began to look. He also took note that everyone was walking in the direction opposite himself. After what only seemed like a few seconds later, the bustling crowds were nowhere to be seen, and the only signs of life were the unsuccessful shop owners who were barely holding their own from within. This part of Diagon Alley was probably the old sector; an area once as popular during its time, which was before Knockturn Alley turned into the shady place it is today. James assumed this area to be the so-called 'no-man's land' between Knockturn and Diagon. It wasn't the kind of place anyone—especially a young eleven year old—should wander through alone. Anything could happen. They didn't call it a no-man's land for no reason, after all. Even if he were to scream, no one would even dare to help him even if they heard him. If anything, he'd probably calling more danger too him if he screamed...
The alley was dead quiet. A little too quiet for comfort. The silence was what drove the messy-haired boy to slow his fast pace to a cautious walk. He glanced about the shops trying to act as calm as possible. There was an eerie tension in the air. James couldn't grasp it completely, but he almost felt like he was being watched from a distance. It was like two unblinking eyes were fixed on the back of his head, boring into it with intent. He tried, for a while, to ignore the stare, but it eventually got to a point where it was almost unbearable. It was like an itch on the back of your neck that you couldn't quite reach. James glanced back, unable to quell the sensation, feeling for the new wand in his pocket. Just as he has suspected though, there was no one behind him. The street was empty. Nothing but the sound of the soft breeze could be heard. He was alone… At least that's what he hoped.
He walked on, taking a few more paces before stopping again. The feeling was still there, and it was causing cold chills to crawl up and down his spine. He looked behind him once more before walking again, justing passing an rusty-looking sign that read, "Strange Antiquities".
Suddenly, out of nowhere, James heard a loud crash from somewhere to the left of him. He jumped about a foot from the ground then frantically looked around for the source of the racket, seeing nothing of particular consequence in sight other than a rubbish bin that had fallen over. Probably just a cat, he sighed in relief. A bit of sweat trickled from his brow to his chin. I must be losing it, he shrugged, shaking the eerie feeling away he began to trek once more. He came to explore—err—rescue the one who needed rescuing! He wasn't going to cower in fear over a stray cat!
James could just about feel his adrenaline coming back to him. His objective was finally coming into focus again, and he blotted out all of the uneasy feelings with anticipation. He wanted to know what lay up ahead for him. But just as he was about to pick up his pace again, someone or something from behind yanked at his collar, pulling him into a narrow alleyway between what looked like two unused buildings. All of his fears suddenly surged through him in that exact instant. Out of pure instinct, after watching his father do it so many times, James quickly pulled out his wand, yanked himself out of the other's grasp, and pointed it directly into the face of his attacker with eyes shut tight. His mind skimmed over the number of defense spells he had been memorizing over the years (he figured he'd rather have the ministry at his back for underage wizardry rather than get himself six-feet-under), and was just about to scream Confringo when—
"W-Woah! Hold it! You nearly whacked me in the face, mate!" shouted an alarmingly familiar voice.
James opened his eyes straight away, immediately recognized who it was: "Black?!"
Black was the last person he expected to see here, of all places. The messy-haired boy lowered his wand, but didn't put it away just yet. In spite of seeming like a nice guy, James realized he had just met the aristocrat-dressed boy but a few hours ago. He knew virtually nothing about him, other than the fact that he was head of the prestigious Black Family-they were probably even queerly related somehow. One question after another bounced into his head the more he stared at his acquaintance. For one thing, he wanted to know why, of all places, the two of them would meet here. This was very questionable indeed. The no-man's zone was supposed to live up to its namesake: A place where no one, who is not up to no good, should be. He still didn't want to falsely accuse Black of anything without sufficient evidence, however. He was pretty sure, Black was thinking the very same thing about him if he was innocent.
"What are you doing here? Are you all right in the head?! Didn't you realize there was no one on the street?" Whispered Black, glancing around cautiously, making sure no one was listening to them. He didn't look as collected as when the two first met. "If you don't want to get yourself into trouble, mate, you best not walk around here alone. Not to mention heading toward Knockturn Alley! And they're about now! Best to avoid those two..." the handsome chap caught the accusing look from James and was quick to add: "I mean—it's not like I'm scared or up to no good or anything like that! I'm- I'm- I'm just trying to look out for you!"
"So you know them, Black?"
Black hesitated a moment, but recovered his young aristocratic demure, raised a brow, "Come again…?"
James sighed. "Well, who exactly are they then?"
Sirius Black's face drained of color, as though he has said a little too much.
"I just want to see what I'm up against," James explained, "You can pro'lly say I'm doing some rescuing."
At the latter part of his sentence, color returned to Sirius's face and his expression darkened. "Rescuing?"
The messy-haired boy continued, "I heard, that a witch and a wizard had taken a 'wee lad' with them by force and headed down this way."
"They have a captive?" Black inquired, losing his aristocratic demure once again to shock. "They told me that they had important business, but nothing like this... What the bloody hell! Those lying pieces of—!"
"Shh!" James interrupted him while at the same time in an attempt to calm him down. "Anyway, I'm sort of in a hurry—"
"Now you hold on. You're not going out there alone, mate. You wouldn't last a second without me out there," he explained, immediately ignoring the offended look on the messy-haired boy's face and silencing any sort of rebuttal the other might have had. "I'm telling you, the two of them take pleasure in beating on people who aren't pure blood—you are pure blood, though, right?" James frowned, but nodded at the question all the same. He didn't like the way Black had posed that question. Sirius went on: "Good then! That'll make it easier for the both of us. I'll bet the kid's probably a half-blood or something! Or a half-wit... Probably bumped into one of 'em on accident."
The more Black spoke, the more questions James wanted to ask. Just as he was about to find the right first question to ask, Black stepped out into the larger alley. A little disoriented with what he wanted to say, James followed him down the road. "Wait, I still have some questions, Black—!"
"By the way," Black said again, cutting him off once more. "Enough with the Black this and Black that, would you? It's weird. There are way too many of us in the family with that name... The name's Sirius, all right? Call me by that name."
James was stunned. He wasn't quite expecting the lad to say that in these circumstances. Apparently, Sirius Black had, by now, completely dropped all pretenses of his aristocrat-like way of speaking. Even the way Sirius carried himself was nothing like the prim and proper stance and aura during their first encounter. James found that this "Sirius Black" fit him way more than the demure aristocrat he first met.
"Sure thing, Sirius."
"And, um, what was your name again Potter—John, was it?"
"Eh, close enough. It's James," he corrected, following the lad. "Happy to have you on my team."
Sirius brushed his long fringes from his his eyes and chuckled, "Your team, huh? Heh, well, remains to be seen, I say. Pleasure working with you all the same, James."
The duo continued down the road together, wands at easy access just in case something jumped out and attacked them. They weren't even supposed to know any countable spells with the wand at all! They weren't allowed to use magic outside of school or anywhere else for that matter. They were underage! If worse came to worst, James thought bitterly, I won't hesitate to use a random hex... James was pleased to see that Sirius wasn't all talk when it came to magic. He noticed Sirius muttering a few practice spells of defense under his breath as they walked on; James' respect for Sirius further increased when he realized that they actually learned the exact same sort of spells.
Their first school year hadn't even started yet, and he was already getting into some deep trouble. James could hear his mother's warning in the back of his mind and he shoved the thought away immediately.
They walked for several more minutes till they finally reached the last breech of shops that were marked as Diagon Alley territory. The tenseness here was significantly greater than back near the sarcastic witch: the tense air, rabid odor, and the chills that rolled up their spines became stronger and stronger with every step they took toward the place of Knockturn.
James, who was leading the way, was rather impressed by his new companion's sense of awareness. Sirius periodically glanced over his shoulder to make sure they weren't being followed, and this action comforted him. He was thoroughly glad the handsome chap had decided to come. Sirius Black was handling the situation as though he had been in this very same one before. The messy-haired boy noted that he looked like a professional especially the way he whipped his wand around. It was just like how he imagined his Dad, Fleamont Potter, would do it if in the same situation. That comparison, in itself, was impressive.
After what seemed like forever, the two finally saw the entrance to Knockturn Alley in the distance. Sirius began to grind his teeth the closer they approached; it was obvious to anyone that he really didn't want to set foot in such a place. James, on the other hand, felt his heart pound with a twist of excitement and anticipation. What lay ahead of them was still undeterminable, but Mr. Ollivander's words randomly began echoing through his brain: "You will, no doubt, do marvelous things! It is your destiny, James Potter." It only enhanced his excitement.
"My destiny, huh?"
"...Did you say something?"
James shook himself back into reality. "Uh—no, nothing. Just spacing out."
Sirius stared at him. "Spacing out? Spacing out? This is no time to be spacing out, mate. We're almost there."
"I know. Relax, would you?"
When the two of them had finally gotten close enough to read the sign that hung above the entrance (it read "Knockturn Alley," obviously) James was quick to notice that there were figures of what appeared to be three people near its foot. The two who were standing around appeared to tower over third, short, stubby-looking fellow. James figured that the two standing there were the two unfriendly wizards Sirius and the witch had been talking about—the ones they had to worry about.
The two boys snuck behind one of shops to prevent being seen by the two hostiles.
Creeping closer, James was able to make out that one was indeed a woman and the other a man, as the sarcastic witch had told him, though, the 'man', on closer inspection, was more of a boy. He was probably still attending school. Even so, they were, no doubt, older than he was and looked almost 70% better at wizardry than he at that moment. In other words, he wouldn't stand a bloody chance in a duel against either of them. Their chances of rescue seemed to run thin, even with Sirius as his back up.
James led the way, sneaking close enough to be able to hear the conversations going on. The two quickly took refuge behind a couple broken up barrels at the side of the alley to keep from being seen. From their standpoint, the situation didn't seem as severe as either James or Sirius had imagined. They weren't beating him like they had suspected. Instead, they seemed to be taunting the terrified child.
"Quiet you!" scowled the older boy to the victim he was terrorizing. He and his partner in crime looked far off in years. The woman looked exceedingly older than the one standing beside her; she probably was in her early 20's or in her late teens already, her partner had the appearance of one who was struggling through early puberty. His voice was cracking in places it wasn't supposed. "Another squeal and we ought to put you out of your misery! Right, Bella?"
The victim—a young boy—clutched his legs close to his face and curled himself into a ball. The poor thing was shaking tremendously. The puberty-boy frowned angrily at the whimpering, and even went as far as to kick him.
Sirius clutched his wand tightly to his chest, ready to strike, but didn't seem intimidated by their harsh treatment. James, on the other hand, didn't look like he'd be able to handle watching any more. He grit his teeth and winced as he watched the man pick up the boy by his collar, suspending him in midair.
"Rodolphus, Rodolphus," teased this Bellatrix woman, tossing her black locks over her shoulders after she had inspected each follicle for any sign of split ends. She would have been quite beautiful if not for her wicked antics. "Take him inside… We can deal with him in there—"
"No! No! Please…!" squeaked the boy, frantically trying to escape, "I'll do anything! Anything! I beg you just don't—!"
Rodolphus was quick to shut the boy up by giving him a quick smack across the face. Had he no mercy? The witch, seemingly named Bella, merely grinned at his sinister act and, in turn, pulled out her own wand. Teasingly, she pushed the tip of her wand against the boy's pudgy throat. "Anything, you say?" she repeated, eyes gleaming with evil intent, "Oh, and I'll have you know not to interrupt me, you wretch… But I guess it won't matter since not another word—nor breath of air, for that matter—shall pass through your lips once we're done with you…"
An immense amount of tears seeped from the boy's eyes, but he managed to sustain his pitiful whimpers. James, who had held himself back until that point, could no longer control his anger. Whether or not they were going kill the boy, it didn't matter. He completely detested the way they spoke to him. Picking on the weak like that. Beating him up just because they felt like it, just because he happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time.
Sirius, seeing that James was ready to leap out, managed to grasp the messy-haired boy's shoulder in time. "Don't be insane, James," he muttered, under his breath, "You go out there now, and you'll be killed. I swear it! This is suicide for you!"
James wrinkled his forehead, "Only for me? What about you?"
"Um… well, about that, I—"
"AHHHH! Please, stop!"
James and Sirius both gasped and looked up to see what had happened. Bella had used some sort of torture spell on the boy, and a rather large dark burn on the side of his throat was left in its stead. The torture was much too horrible for James to stand; how can they be so cruel? In their expressions James could see no sign of remorse or pity for the boy they were torturing, they were so oblivious to it… Had they no hearts?
Bella, once again, raised her wand to strike another blow upon the boy, but was stopped short by someone who she saw at the corner of her eye.
"Stop!" screamed James, at the top of his lungs, leaping out from where he had been hiding, "What did that boy ever do to you?"
Sirius, who had stayed hidden behind the barrel, placed his hand over his face and shook his head in aggravation, "The idiot," he whispered to himself, "does he really have to play 'hero' in this situation...?"
James pointed his wand at them, hazel eyes full of resentment behind his round glasses. Rodolphus gapped, staring as if he couldn't believe that there was someone stupid enough to stand up to his partner. Bella, on the other hand, slowly turned to look at him, dark eyes obviously amused by the interruption. Things didn't seem to bode well at all in James's favor. He was clearly outmatched in power, knowledge, and numbers; in other words, he had less than a two percent chance of making it out of there without getting himself killed. Sure, James had continuously read about spells and incantations from his father's books, but reading books and studying spells was much different from the real thing no matter how he looked at it.
This "Bella" eyed James interestedly for a few seconds before turning to her captive. "You're acquaintance, I assume? Rodolphus, deal with the newcomer, show him our hospitality, if you will."
Rodolphus' eyes seemed to glimmer at the statement and immediately tossed the boy he held to the side, "With pleasure, my lady, I would be honored."
James gulped and took a few steps backwards as the wizard advanced toward him. James searched frantically in his mind for a spell, any spell, that would get him out of this mess. Unfortunately, his mind was much too jumbled up at the moment that he couldn't even think at all!
Just when Rodolphus was nearly upon him, Sirius finally stood up. The air of aristocracy once again shown about him as he spoke. "Enough! Bellatrix, stop this nonsense."
James stared back at Sirius, a little taken aback. Bellatrix?
"Sirius…?" gasped she, her expression completely distorted, "Who do you think you are, speaking to me like that? Trying to ruin our good name, are you? I thought we told you to keep watch!"
"Keep watch? What am I, your lapdog, dear cousin?" he asked her, eyes narrowing.
"C-cousin…?" James sputtered, jaw dropping in astonishment.
Sirius simply ignored him. "You lied to me." His gray eyes shifted to look at the innocent victim face down in the road, "You know, just as well as I, that even though mum fancies you, the Ministry of Magic does not. They're still watching you, you know. Wouldn't want that to happen again, now would you?"
Bellatrix glowered, and then kicked the whimpering boy on the ground out of mere spite. The right corner of her mouth tilted upward and she did it once more, eyes transfixed on James.
James motioned to lunge at her, but Rodolphus got in his way. Sirius, on the other hand, stood his ground staring back at his cousin coldly.
"You'd better leave now, lest they find you." He spat.
"Hmph, I could care less whether the Ministry brings a cavalry of wizards after me," Bellatrix stated, her eyes looming down on the two children who stood in her way, "You're mum'll be hearing of this tonight; enjoy your pleasant dinner. Rodolphus, we're leaving, we can have our fun with Sirius and his 'friends' later."
The two gave their last glances back at them before disappearing into the eeriness of Knockturn Alley. When they were completely out of sight, Sirius spat in their direction. James, who was still rather confused about Sirius' relation to them, wished not to bring up the topic at present. Instead, he rushed over to the shaken boy he had set out to save. Hesitantly, he rolled the boy on his back and awkwardly tried to comfort him.
"P-Please, don't hurt me! I'll be good, I promise!" he cried, pulling his blonde hair in frustration. His eyes were closed, and his arms and legs were flapping around like a lunatic.
Sirius shrugged, "Open your eyes, mate, we're not going to hurt you."
"They've already gone now," James stated, watching the boy wipe the water from his eyes, "How's your neck? Still hurts?"
The blonde-haired, pudgy-faced boy slowly opened his round eyes. Realizing that the ones that had been attacking him were indeed gone, he finally sat up. He sat there for what seemed to be a good three minutes before he began to wail frantically again. James and Sirius, who had not expected his cries to be so loud, were startled and didn't know what to do to make him calm down. Sirius tried offering some candy he had bought during his stay at Diagon Alley, but the boy just kept sobbing. The handsome chap was utterly annoyed by this and stomped a few feet away in order to give James some room to try his luck.
The messy-haired boy adjusted his glasses and then crouch on the ground beside him, "Um… hey—lad—uh, could you please stop crying…? I know it was traumatizing for you but at least lower your voice a little, we're by Knockturn Alley, after all—"
"Kn-Knockturn Alley?" the boy gasped, "Keep it away! Make it go away!"
The frightened little chap glanced frantically around for something to grab hold of, and lo and behold, James had unfortunately crouched down right beside him. James was taken by surprise when the boy wrapped his arms around his neck, nearly choking him and causing him to fall over. Sirius who had stood there looking at them for quite sometime appeared rather amused by James' gags for help.
"—Please…get…off… me…" he croaked, trying to pry the boy off him.
With a final sniff the boy let go, allowing James to breathe again. He was still rather shaken, but he seemed in a much better condition than when he was face down in the dirt. Satisfied with the quiet that followed after the prolonged wailing, Sirius finally came to join the two of them.
James who saw Sirius approaching toward them from the corner of his eye gathered enough courage to ask about the topic he wanted to avoid in the first place.
"She was of your kin?"
"Cousin," He replied in a disgusted tone. "Bellatrix Black. I wish it weren't so, though. Rodolphus Lestrange is her lackey. Oh and sorry I didn't fill you in beforehand, James, I didn't want to get you involved to begin with. Got to love family problems!"
James shrugged, "Sorry I stepped in without knowing the whole story... It's partially my fault. If it wasn't for you I would have been at St. Mungos and—er—" glancing over at the shaken boy asked, " This boy here... Oh, yeah, I don't think I caught your name?"
"P-Pet—Peter P-Pettigrew."
"Right—and we wouldn't have been able to save young Pettigrew, here," exclaimed James, finishing his sentence. He then turned to young lad, "Oh, and by the way, I'm James Potter and this is Sirius Black."
"Pleasure to make your acquaintance," said Sirius, simply.
Peter seemed rather transfixed, his eyes not daring to wander away from the sight of Sirius, "Y-Y-you're from the Black family…?"
Sirius thought for a moment then shrugged, "Correct."
James, thinking that the little Peter was going to scream, panicked slightly. The pudgy yellow-haired boy had more than enough reason to hate or be prejudiced against anyone even remotely affiliated with Black Family.
Not wanting there to be any sort of conflict between the two, James immediate interjected, "Don't worry much, Peter. I mean—Sirius isn't the kind of person who'd stand by and hurt just anyone."
Both Peter and Sirius turned their heads towards James; both in rather questionable expressions. Peter's seemed a bit more of lost than Sirius's.
"Now, how would you know that?" asked Sirius, quite astonished upon hearing him say this, "We only just met, and I carry with me one of the noblest of noble pure-blood families in the world! You're not even remotely suspicious about me…?"
Peter looked in awe between them. James, on the other hand, remained as calm as he usually was and immediately began to reflect upon what Sirius had asked him. The handsome chap did have a point after all; they had not spent more than two hours together the entire day, there was just no possible way for James to know that much. But even so, James didn't feel like backing down on the words he had uttered so proudly about his new acquaintance…
"Well," began James, a wide smile shown on his face, "I guess you can call a good hunch. You're a friend, after all. Aren't friends supposed to trust one another? Isn't that what friends are for? Plus, me Mum's a 'Black' too and you don't suppose I look suspicious...?"
Sirius blinked, and scratched the back of his head; "Gee, James, I didn't think you were one of those soft types… Your mother's a Black? I'll have to find her on the tree back home… But anyway, you are right, in a way. I'm not the kind of person who'd hurt anyone without a good reason. I have to say, though, I did like that speech on your definition of what 'friends' were. Ain't that, right, Pettigrew?" He laughed, "No hard feelings, mate, I ought to have stopped that witch sooner."
Peter quickly shook his head rigorously, "No, no! You two saved me! I wish I had enough wit to stand up to them… they always pick on me."
Both James and Sirius looked between each other.
"Always?" questioned the messy-haired boy, "This isn't the first?"
Peter merely shook his head. "It's probably the fourth time… I always run into them!"
Sirius rubbed his chin. "Well, where you lack wit… you sure have a lot of dumb luck. Running into a lot like them four times and coming back alive!"
Grinning, James added, "But yeah…to have enough wit? I'm sure Sirius has a bit of that to spare for yeh, Peter."
"Mate, don't go giving the lad any falsehoods. He ought to know that you've got the most wit out of the both of us," Sirius pointed out.
"You're welcome to hang out with us if you'd like," expressed the messy-haired boy, extending a hand out so that he could help the poor, shaken boy to his feet. "I think two unlucky people can counter that lucky curse you have on you. With us, those two wouldn't dare go near you!"
The blonde perked a bit at the mention of this, and a little color came back to his pale cheeks. "R-Really...?"
"Yeah," mused Sirius, "Belly and Rudolph won't come anywhere near you so long as we're around. Though... I wouldn't recommend making any future plans if I were you. Life insurance goes a long way, isn't that right, James?"
James grinned widely, completely ignoring the horrified look on Pettigrew's face. Taking an arm around the shorter, rounder boy's neck, he trudged them down the road to catch up with Sirius. In the span of only thirty minutes, so many things had happened, and in the midst of it all, he had made himself two friends! What are the odds of that...?
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