Disclaimer: Once again I don't own Harry Potter. Some things in this chapter came from the book 'Prisoner of Azkaban'. I don't own it, and I don't claim it as mine.

A/N: Here's the next chapter. Warning: language. Enjoy!

Chapter 6- Discoveries

When Halloween came, the first trip to Hogsmeade also came. Usually I jump at the chances to get off grounds, especially in magical towns. However, this time I decided to stay at the castle. I'm not sure why I did, I just did. Fred and George didn't take that too well though.

"Are you crazy?" Fred exclaimed. "What about Zonkos? Or the Three Broomsticks? Or all those other shops we like to go into?"

"They will all be there at Christmas time," I told him calmly. "I just don't feel like going this time, but you guys have fun."

"Are you serious?" George asked me in what sounded like a panicked voice. They were totally overreacting.

"No, I'm Alex, my dad's Sirius." It was surprising how I managed to keep a straight face when saying that, considering all those times my dad would use those Sirius/serious jokes, which always drove Lily insane. Fred and George didn't find it funny though, they just sent me identical scowls. "Oh come on guys, it was funny!" I sighed.

"Well, at least you seem to be yourself again," Fred finally said, giving in to the fact that they wouldn't be able to talk me into going.

"Yeah, Jason seemed to know exactly how to get you out of that mood you were in."

I just stared at George. Sometimes they could be really dense.

"Well, don't you know when the other is in a bad mood? And how to get them out of it?" I challenged him. They looked at me quizzically.

"But you guys have different dads."

"We're still twins."

We heard the last call for the Hogsmeade group. They looked at me pleadingly. I shook my head again.

"Fine, we'll bring you something back from Zonkos and Honeydukes," George promised, and gave me a hug before turning to leave.

"Thanks."

"See ya at the feast?" Fred asked.

"See ya then." And after a hug and a quick kiss he and George were gone.

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I had taken a walk around the lake to pass time. I was kinda hoping I might see my dad again, even if it was him as a dog, but no such luck. Instead I just enjoyed the day.

As I was making my way back to the common room, someone called my name. I turned around to see Harry walking up to me.

"Hey Harry, what's up?"

"Not much. Why aren't you at Hogsmeade?" he asked me as we started making our way to the common room.

"Didn't feel like it. Your aunt and uncle not sign the slip?"

"No." I could hear the despair in his voice.

I felt bad for the kid. He was stuck with those horrible people. I remember all those stories James and Lily would tell about them, and the way James described them. I knew even though my life was screwed up, his probably sucked worse.

"Hey, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure, ask me anything," I encouraged. I wanted him to be able to trust me, even if that might be a lost cause if he hears what happened from someone besides me or my dad. Harry smiled.

"Thanks. Um...You know Professor Lupin pretty well don't you? I mean, you said he was a family friend right?" I could tell he was nervous.

"Yeah, he went to school with my parents."

And yours, but I can't tell you that yet.

"I just came from his office, and Snape brought in this potion and -"

"And you think Snape might be trying to kill him to get his job?" I guessed. In all honesty, I'd probably think the same thing if I was Harry.

"Yeah, well, maybe not kill him, but you get the idea."

"Yeah, I do. Well, I know Snape hates him, but he wouldn't try to hurt him, especially right under Dumbledore's nose."

I hope.

"OK." Harry seemed to accept my answer, and not question me about why I was so sure. I liked that about him.

We made it back to the common room, and just started talking. We talked about random things, nothing in particular, just getting to know each other a little better. It amazed me at how much he looked like James, but with Lily's eyes, yet his personality was a perfect mixture of both of them. The more we talked, the more I wanted to tell him the truth, even thought I knew he probably wouldn't believe me, at least at first. Even though I'd been really young, I still remembered uncle James and aunt Lily perfectly. I wanted to tell Harry everything I knew, but knew I couldn't, and that sucked.

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The feast was amazing! We had a ton of fun. Laughing, joking, and eating lots of food. For some reason the food tasted extra good tonight. The ghosts even put on an amazing show.

We were still laughing and talking as we made our way back to Gryffindor Tower. We stopped when we noticed the large group of students standing in front of the portrait, which was still closed.

"Wonder what's going on?" Angelina asked when we heard Percy pushing his way through the crowd. The rest of us shook our heads and shrugged, we had no clue.

When Percy called for someone to get Dumbledore, we all shared worried looks. The worry only increased when Dumbledore got there, and we saw the Fat Lady gone and her portrait slashed.

Peeves showed up just as Dumbledore was telling McGonagall to get Filch. He was saying someone was angry when she wouldn't let him in.

Peeves was grinning at Dumbledore as he told him, "Nasty temper he's got, that Sirius Black."

I froze. My lungs constricted to where I wasn't breathing, my palms were getting sweaty, and I couldn't move.

Fred and George both place a comforting hand on my shoulders, and I released the breath I'd been holding in. I glanced over at Hermione, who was looking at me with dread in her eyes. I glanced back to the portrait. I didn't know why my dad would have done this.

What the hell was so goddamn important?!

Dumbledore ordered all of us to the Great Hall. Fred had to nudge me so I would move. As we were following at the end of the group of Gryffindors I heard the teachers talking.

"She's probably helping him into the castle."

"Come on Snape!" Lupin sighed.

"Severus please! Did you see the look on her face? She was just as shocked as the rest of us," McGonagall told him.

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We found out we were going to spend the night in the Great Hall. I didn't say anything as Fred, George, and I made our way to a spot where there weren't too many people around. They knew better than to try and talk or comfort me. I was glad they realized I just wanted to be left alone with my thoughts.

Everyone around us were trading theories on how my dad got into the castle. I tuned them out. I knew how he got in, it was the 'why was he so angry?' part that I wasn't sure about.

It took me a while to go to sleep. I had way too much on my mind, not to mention I was wracking my brain trying to think why my dad wanted in the tower so bad.

I was still awake when Dumbledore came in. I heard his conversation with Snape, and was very glad to hear he didn't think that me or Remus was helping my dad into the castle. Though we both knew how he did it, neither of us would tell Dumbledore that. Remus probably would, if not for the fact he would probably also get in trouble. And I certainly wasn't going to help anyone send my dad back to jail, or worse get the dementor's kiss, especially since I knew he was innocent.

It wasn't long after Professor Dumbledore had left that I finally fell asleep. Yet, once again, my dreams were plagued with memories of the worst day of my life.

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Here we go again, I thought as my nightmare began playing again.

I watched as I saw my dad confronting Peter (little rat bastard). I saw them arguing, Peter was acting like it was my dad that was the one who was responsible for James and Lily's deaths. I wanted to go and strangle him even back then.

Then I saw Peter's wand behind his back and him cutting off his own finger. Though, everything happened before I could yell to my dad, who hadn't realized I'd followed him. To this day I'm still not sure how I managed to follow him.

I watched as the street blew up, and all those people died. My dad was laughing as he realized what Peter had done. That's how the ministry found him, laughing. They took him away, and that was the last time I saw him for twelve years. But then I saw it, what I'd been missing.

Son of a bitch!

I saw a rat, who I knew was Peter in his animagus form. I remembered all this, but what I noticed now was that Ron's rat, Scabbers, looks exactly like this "rat."

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"That fucking bastard!" I muttered under my breath as I shot straight up in my sleeping bag.

"Huh?" Fred mumbled. Apparently my quick movements and muttering woke him up. He noticed my position and pulled me back down, and by him. I was glad it was dark and he couldn't see the pure hatred I knew filled my eyes. "Come on, go back to sleep," he told me as he pulled me close. I curled up next to him, willing to put my discovery aside to get a couple more hours of sleep.

A/N: Well, I hope you liked that chapter! Reviews are appreciated! Update should be up soon.