Hello! Again! So far I've… very much plot twists are coming. Be impressed, 'kay? Just don't get hooked on to any concepts. And for me, the concept of time for the Turner is the same as the concept of Doctor Who, for those of you who don't know, most people think that time is a straight line of cause and affect, but actually it's a big ball of wibbly wobbly… time wimey… stuff. So, if James and/or Lily dies in that era, Harry would still be alive, get it?
Harry regains his composure and, not even noticing what he was doing, he throws his arms around Lily and James. They both stare at him as he pulls away and Lily gasps, actually looking him straight in the face. "James-" And James Potter realizes, staring at Harry, that he's staring at his son, with Lily's green eyes, and his messy jet black hair. "Are you... are you our son?" Harry nods mutely, eyes shining. "Prongs, do we leave you alone?" Sirius asks and James nods.
Everybody herds themselves to the Room of Requirement, opening it to a meeting room. Hermione clears her throat after sitting, "For the record, we know the three of you," she motions to Sirius, Remus, and Peter then looks at you, "but not you, sorry."
You leaned back shaking your head, "I am actually suprisingly okay with that." But Sirius shook his head, leaning forward, "How do you not know her? I-" he stopped and thought for a moment before shaking his head, "Never mind. What is happening with us? In this time?" Ron explained to Remus while Hermione explained to Sirius, Peter told to listen in because his story was shorter. You gasped when you heard Sirius had been in Azkaban and stared at Peter when told why. Both you and Remus tensed when she said that she knew about him being a werewolf.
You had raised your hand shyly and muttered that you were too, earning a surprised and proud look from Remus and Hermione both. Ron shrugged and pointed to your hair, "That explains that."
When they were done explaining, Peter had run out, avoiding Sirius' glare and Remus sorrowful stare. The Time Turner was left behind so you snatched it so check and groaned. It was melted down, the sand inside turned to glass.
"We aren't leaving any time soon." You throw the Time Turner on the table. Hermione looks at it and her eyes brighten but then darken, "Umbridge had all the remaining Turners destroyed…" she whispered flatly. Sirius rose an eyebrow, "Who's Umbridge?" "A frog. And our Headmaster while Dumbledore is Wanted because the DA was found out." "DA?"
Ron explained, keeping with comments like, 'the stupid hag' and 'would've hexed her.' Sirius nodded approvingly and you and Remus rolled your eyes at the same time, exchanging a look.
Hermione exchanged the look with you, like she had always done it. James, Lily, and Harry came in, closely knit together, and sitting as three extra chairs appeared. Harry's cheeks were flushed with happiness and James and Lily kept staring at each other.
"Well isn't someone happy, Prongs." Sirius laughed when they finally disconnected their eyes and James cocked his head to the side, "Who me?"
"Yes you," Remus smiled. Lily giggled and leaned her head on James' shoulder, playing with Harry's hair. You grinned warmly, seeing them like a happy family and thinking how Hermione, Ron, and Harry didn't know who she was. And what that could've meant.
Something behind Harry's eyes clicked and he shot straight up, jumping on his toes, "Ron, Hermione, what was it that we were doing when we bumped into everybody?" His teeth were gritted and all Hermione's eyes widened, "Oh God, Harry we have to go." Ron was already pulling open the door, "Um, you guy'll have to stay here for… a bit." Harry reluctantly left, glancing back at Lily and James.
"Like hell we're letting them go, right?" Sirius said after five seconds of silence. Like a machine, you all move at once creeping out the door and following them out into the Forest. "Where's Peter?" James whispered as they did and Sirius stiffened, letting Remus answer, "He was a coward."
The trio in front of them met up with another trio, a girl with the same ginger hair as Ron, another pale girl with long blonde hair, and a boy with light brown hair. Skeleton black horses walked out into the clearing, majestic yet dark at the same time. Remus, and James sucked in their breath with you, but Sirius and Lily stayed quiet. They couldn't see.
"What are they on?" Lily whispered as they mounted, and guessed it must've looked like they were on thin air. "Thestrals," you say, "you can only see them if you've experienced death." Whose death you experienced you didn't know.
When they left you quickly lured more Thestrals and helped Sirius and Lily to mount them, flying away after two minutes.
You followed them silently, until they were outside the Ministry of Magic catacombs. Hermione unlocked the door and slinked inside, everybody else shadowing behind her, including yourselves.
Everything was okay up to the point where Lucius showed up. You were hiding behind a fallen bookcase. Ron was teetering off the side after the brain with tentacles attacked him, muttering about planets when the pale, pointed man appeared in a billow of black smoke. "Hello, Mr. Potter." He sneered and snapped his dingers, more billows of smoke forming Death Eaters. When Bellatrix appeared, holding the brunette boy, Sirius stiffened next to you, so you squeezes his hand reassuringly, feeling him relax.
"Little, bitty Longbottom!" She giggled, "I remember your parents, their screams," she put her wand to his throat, "should I make him scream, baby orphan Potter?" James grit his teeth together but Remus shushed him and kept watching. Harry held the prophecy shakily, close to his chest. "Give it to me, Potter, and your friends are free." Emotions danced on Harry's face and the ball loosened in his grasp. "Swear."
James had a mixture of proudness and anger in his face, his wand suddenly in his hand. Harry inched forward, about to hand it over when a plume of white flew through the roof, materializing into a smirking man. "Well, Poodle, at least invite me before you try to kill my godson." And then Sirius punched Lucius square in the jaw. Sirius next to you jumped into the battle just as more white plumes flew in, instantly engaged in battle. All of you followed in suit, shooting hexes and jinxes to the surprise of everybody around you.
Sirius started firing counter curses at Bellatrix, Harry on his back. "Just like old times, James!" He laughed just as the green jet of light hit him square in the chest.
His eyes landed on the group yours just as he fell, widening, the ghost of the smile still there.
Sirius next to you choked some how and stumbled back, a bookcase crashing down. Both Remus' grabbed Harry to prevent him from running to the veil, his screams ringing and bouncing through the battle.
You fell on your knees and tried going back, away from Bellatrix, who was smiling and laughing triumphantly, skipping and singing, "I killed Sirius Black, I killed Sirius Black!" Tears stained your cheeks in a blink of an eye, sobs not allowing you to breathe, shaking you. James was staring, not listening to Lily who was pulling on his arm.
Arms curled around your waist, pulling you upright and you held on, to believe he was actually there and not through the veil.
Harry pulled away from both Remus's and ran after Bellatrix, wand extended. Lupin stares at himself, eyes wide, gaping. The he sees Sirius and you and finally James and Lily, taking a step back.
A yell reaches everybody's ears and James and Lily are sprinting down the hall, through the darkness, towards Harry. Lupin kept staring, now at you. "Y/N…" he breathed and there was grief in his eyes. "Remus?" You whisper, "Remus, what happened?" But Remus inturrupts, "We can talk later, we have to go see what's happening," he runs past, to the corridor. You pull Sirius along, still stunned.
Harry is writhing on the ground, whispering surrounding the room, Voldemort standing over him. Lily is restrained by James behind a pillar, gagged by his hand. "Harry," You whisper and hide with them. Harry shouts and tries getting up, knocked down again. Until the fireplace blazes up green, Dumbledore stepping out, shooting a spell at Voldemort, who deflected it. "Albus Dumbledore." Voldemort wheezed and Dumbledore boomed, "Get away from him, Tom. Your battle is with me now."
The battle commences, Dumbledore winning by a long shot when Fudge appears, seeing the Apparated Voldemort. You lean out to get a better look when a cold hand clamps on your shoulder and you're whirling away from the world, above it all.
WHAT HAPPENED?! WHERE DID YOU GO!? THE SUSPENSSSSEEEE. I almost cried writing Sirius' death... I have much feels. Please comment!