AN:
Oni: Hello and welcome back everyone!
Eridan: Wwe took a little longer, but the chapter itself is also longer, so it evvens out.
Oni: There's also more dialogue and interaction.
Eridan: And did wwe mention no fanon Eridan?
Oni: I think so!
Eridan: Also, to make sure you knoww:
"English"
"Alternian"
Oni: Yes, and I do not own Harry Potter or Homestuck. Eridan, however, stole my heart a while ago.
Eridan: Not givvin it back either.
Oni: Oh well, ONWARDS!
The three of them had gone back to Eridan's hive, considering that Sirius couldn't breathe underwater and Feferi didn't want to accidentally drown the poor man within minutes of meeting him. Feferi was more than happy to comply and made herself at home as they sat in his respiteblock, plopping into one of his more cushiony chairs like she had so many times before, observing intently at Sirius's every move. Sirius was doing the same with unhidden amusement, and was muttering something about Feferi reminding him of a bookworm. Soon conversation started as both parties started firing questions. Eridan, being the only one to speak both English and Alternian, was stuck on translation duty.
"Hey Eridan, how does her hair say normal after she just came out of the water?"
")(ey -Eridan, w)(at is )(e? )(e doesn't )(ave any gills!"
"What did she just say? Oh, my wand? Sure, she can have a look…"
"O)( wow! I can't B-ELI-EV-E you were rig)(t about magic! You go buoy!"
Eventually Sirius took the stage, describing Earth, England, and Hogwarts. Because only one person was speaking, Feferi was given the translation stone and both trolls listened enraptured at Sirius's tales of light blue skies and one pale cream moon, tiny yet always there. He spoke of astronomy, what the troll identification symbols meant there, what the names of those were, how they were used in Runes. They saw Sirius's stormy grey eyes look far away and yet so very alive as he talked about his escapades with his old school friends, and the name they had together. The dog human wistfully recalled the tales of Padfoot the grim, Prongs the stag, Wormtail the traitorous rat, and Moony the werewolf. They were explained, after Sirius noted their confusion when he said the word 'werewolf', about humans being bitten by creatures and turning into half human – half snarlbeast hybrids during the full moon, then they were explained why people were afraid of those, then why killing others was such a big deal, then Sirius had to explain why culling was immoral and laughing when Feferi shot a sheepish Eridan a smug look, before smiling as both trolls argued that it was rather unfair for werewolves to be treated as such.
The three of them sat in comfortable silence after that, sipping at some refreshing grubjuice before Peixes went back to staring at Sirius curiously, noticing the relaxed atmosphere that she knew was incredibly uncommon when Eridan was included. Her moirail looked at her worriedly before Feferi motioned that she wanted to speak, so the stone was handed over to Sirius.
"By t)(e way Sirius, w)(at's you're blood color?" Feferi asked the human, who looked at her unsurprised.
"I've got bright red blood, like everyone else on my planet." When Eridan translated this with a frown, Feferi's jaw dropped.
"R-E-ELY?!" Confused, Sirius stared at her but before he could say anything in his defense the female troll's head snapped to Eridan.
"And )(e's a land-dweller?" Eridan nodded.
"And you didn't try to cull )(im?" Eridan shook his head as Sirius's eyes widened.
"And you treated )(im equally?" Another silent nod.
"And you bot)( )(ave been civil to eac)( ot)(er?" Both Sirius and Eridan nodded.
Feferi launched herself at Eridan, wrapping her arms tightly around him. Sirius blinked in surprise as Eridan just sighed inaudibly and returned the hug. He knew what she as going to say…
"O)( -Eridan! I'm so PROUD of you!"
"Wait, what?"
"I knew we could knock down that genocidal instinct of yours!"
"Eridan's…genocidal!"
"All t)(ose doom mac)(ines to krill t)(e land-dwellers, you must've stopped t)(ose!"
"Doom machine to kill… Oh Merlin…"
"And no prejudice against )(is blood! Oh, I'm so )(appy you've decided not to go around krilling people randomly anymore!"
"Eridan…what…?"
Feferi chose to break the hug at this point to address Sirius, who was looking at Eridan with a mixture of horror and fear. She cleared her throat.
"Seaing as you came to Alternia recently, you don't reely know -Eridan's )(istory. Sit down and we shell tell you OUR stories now!"
Sirius nodded numbly as he listened to the stories of FLARP, Feferi's impending crown, and life with her dear moirail. He learned about a troll that was bloodthirsty and prejudiced about everyone and everything, about the doom machines that he built for another vile troll named Vriska (Feferi squealing when Eridan told her that he was done with Serket for good), about all those who cowered under the might of Ahab's Crosshairs.
"Wwhat you saww tonight wwas barely a fraction of wwhat the rifle is truly capable of. I needed a carcass, not a pile of incinerated ash."
The animagus listened in enraptured horror about the stories of the Signless, the Grand Highblood, Her Imperious Condescension, and what little was known about Orphaner Dualscar. Recollections of cullings, of the ginormous Imperial Drones, of the caverns that young wrigglers must surpass in order to live, the vicious lifestyle that was terrifyingly Spartan. He was shown how they protected themselves, the horns that could detect emotion, lies, danger, and intent, their eyes that could see even in the darkest of places, sharp teeth and claws that could tear leather (it was confirmed that Eridan, being a violet blood, was the only one with two sets of teeth, Feferi only had one), bones that were lighter yet so much more durable because of its similar properties to sturdy cartilage which made them far more flexible, and soft chitin that cover their body which could harden in a split second. All these natural bodily defenses that made humans look like vulnerable worms.
Honestly, if Feferi was talking about millions of these creatures as adults with technology beyond human understanding, Earth was doomed if the Empress ever set her sights in conquering their solar system. With defenses like that, magic was almost…useless. These kids were thirteen and already they knew how to kill! It was truly daunting, what a different world Alternia was. Looking back, he was lucky that Eridan had found him, and for some reason didn't kill him right out. If it were any other troll, he'd be dead before he knew it.
"…Sirius?"
Eridan's voice broke Sirius out of his thoughts, the small troll holding a worried expression that Feferi seemed to find immense joy and pride in.
"Fef said she'll comb through her records to see if she can find anythin that might help us open the arch again."
"Oh…good…"
Sirius gave a strained smile. This was a lot to take in…
"Sirius, you don't havve to be afraid of me. I'm not suddenly goin to go genocidal on you."
"Thanks kiddo, that helps."
"Aaaaw, I knew you were a good person deep down inside!"
"FEF!"
Well, Sirius thought to himself, at least they still act like little kids…
He suddenly felt a vibration inside his robe pocket. The only thing he had that vibrated was…oh. Seeing the look on his face, Eridan just nodded. Excusing himself, Feferi was still grinning like a maniac and Eridan's face was still flushed with embarrassment as she poked fun at him, Sirius went outside and fished out the vibrating object – his mirror.
Now this wasn't an ordinary mirror, no. This was a two-way mirror that he and James had invented. Sirius have given one to Harry for a fifteenth birthday present and thanked whatever deity was out there that not only had he had the sense to give one to Harry, but also for remembering to bring his along. Sure enough a muffled, familiar voice emanated from the mirror.
"Sirius Black! Sirius Black!" Hearing the plea in Harry's voice, the dog animagus waited no time to connect the mirrors.
"Harry Potter!"
The mirror's image changed, showing the haggard face of a teenage boy with raven black hair. Emerald eyes widened in surprise and relief.
"Sirius!"
"Prongslet!" Harry looked so happy, but then his features turned suspicious.
"Wait…what did you give me as a present in third year?" The question didn't surprise Sirius at all, and replied.
"Your Firebolt, pup! Merlin, it's good to see you!"
"It's good to see you to Sirius!" Harry's face dropped a little.
"What's wrong?"
"Everyone thinks you're dead. I mean, the Veil passes through life and…ARE you dead?"
"No, pup, not dead! Very much alive, and I've made a big discovery!"
"The Veil doesn't lead to death?"
"Well, it could, but not for me!"
"Wait, what?"
"It leads to another PLANET, Harry! And it's so…so strange!"
"Another PLANET?!"
"Yeah, the aliens here call themselves 'trolls' but they don't look anything like the trolls back home. I met one and surprisingly he didn't try to kill me and now we're friends. He's trying to help me now!"
"And I thought I had the strangest luck…"
"It runs in your blood, Prongslet! The Marauder Legacy!"
"Yeah…I'm so glad you're alive…"
"So am I, Harry, so am I…"
"When do you think you'll be back?"
"We're working on it, pup, we're working on it."
"At least I can tell the others you're alive and well."
"You bet your galleons I am! So don't mope, okay? Uncle Padfoot will be back before you know it!"
"I'll keep that in mind… My trial for the Dementors is tomorrow, do you think you'll be back by then?"
"I'll do my best! Who knows, maybe luck will strike again! I'll message you on this when I find a way back, alright?"
"Sounds brilliant to me…Mrs. Weasley is calling and I can hear Ron and Hermione. I'll be back later."
"Alright Prongslet, take care."
"You too Padfoot, I'll see you later."
"See you later…"
After that, Sirius was back to looking at his own reflection. He sighed, he wondered if he could convince Eridan to speed up the search.
"I'll try my best to find a wway to open the arch."
Sirius almost jumped two feet in the air when he heard the sudden voice.
"How…how long were you listening?"
"You gave Harry a…Firebolt in his third year, your human friends think you're dead, you told Harry that the Vveil is the Archwway, and that he shouldn't mope, your luck runs in your little friend group, Harry has a trial for Dementors tomorroww, and his human caretakers wwere callin him."
"So, everything."
Eridan just smirked as he leaned on the doorframe, it was still infuriatingly familiar.
After Feferi had left, wishing Eridan luck and telling him to troll her when he found a way, Eridan drilled Sirius on his situation back on Earth. Eridan listened with folded hands about Voldemort and the War, and that Harry was in the middle of all this. His violet eyes shimmered.
"Can I help?"
"What? Eridan, no offense, but no matter how dangerous, you're still a kid and I don't want to see you hurt."
"I also happen to be a learned military tactician, so havvin me onboard wwould be an asset."
"You're a what?"
"A military tactician. I knoww howw to fight a wwar. Also, if you'vve forgotten already, I too am a genocidal sociopath hell bet on destroyin those I feel are lowwer than me."
"Yeah, but you stopped."
"I still havve the mindset, and wwith my train of thought I wwould be better at predictin this Vvoldemort's next movve."
"Fine…" Sirius sighed, and Eridan smirked.
Eridan then led Sirius back down to the chamber with the archway, before stopping when Sirius froze. His head was turned to the inscriptions on the wall. The young troll internally groaned in frustration. He could understand human speech, but their writing was still foreign. Eridan stood back as the adult human read the writing, going down a few steps to read the full message.
"So that's why it's here…"
"Pardon?"
"It says here, 'To wvhom it may concern, this is a path forged to trade wvith a wvorld unknowvn to many. To my descendant, if you are reading this, it means you are ready to go to this newv wvorld. Earth is vwery different from Alternia, and the short fleshbags knowvn as goblins wvill guide you. They wvere our trading partners before humans, wvizards, decided to use this powver against me. I havwe sealed the Passage, if any Earthlings come in, they wvill not get out unless you permit them to. If you decide to continue my legacy, then go through the Passage and meet your destiny. Once it has been opened, it wvill not close unless you permit it to. This is the true powvers of our line. Wve hold something that is not troll, but because wve are troll this makes us gods to the Earthling fleshbags, use this knowvledge wvisely. The powver can be called, channeled through Ahab's Crosshairs. Learn to wvield it as the Earthlings do. Hail the Empress, Orphaner Dualscar'."
Eridan blinked once, twice, slowly.
"Say that again?"
Sirius repeated the message Dualscar had left for his descendant as Eridan dutifully typed it down on his husktop. After doing so, he recapchalogged the husktop and turned back to an openmouthed Sirius.
"I though wwe wwere goin to find out about the 'Passage'?"
"That can wait because THAT THING JUST WENT INTO THIN AIR!"
Eridan sighed, and decided that to prevent the poor human from having a panic attack, he might as well explain the Sylladex. Over dinner, of course.
Sirius gaped over his food as Eridan explained a technology he didn't even know was possible.
"So wwe havve these cards that can hold anythin, and the wway they are arranged and retrievved depends on wwhat Fetch Modus you havve. These capchalog cards are kept in the deck, but again can be summoned by wwhatevver Fetch Modus you chose. Mine, for example, is a simple one because I realized early on that confusin or complex ones just to be 'fun' are completely impractical, so I havve the Element Modus. The items are arranged by type, use, and size and I summon an item by callin its name or sign. Most of the time it's a directed thought, but to showw you I'll demonstrate out loud. Calcium."
His husktop appeared in his hands, before it disappeared.
"The Sylladex is tied to your mind and your mind only. Only you call access it, but you can change Modii wwhenevver you wwant. The Sylladex manifests as this,"
He pulls out a little slab of metal with buttons.
"But it doesn't havve to. The cards are stored in here, in a pocket of paradox space wwithin the cards. As long as it can be considered a single unit, it can be stored wwithin one card. The amount of cards I havve is set, as I havve the Element Modus, givvin me around one hundred and eighteen slots to juggle around, wwhich is good, don't get me wwrong, it's more than most, a cheat wway so to speak…
The technology originated around twwenty swweeps ago, so fairly neww in comparison to the wwhole of Alternian history. Evvery troll has one, givven to them by their Lusus once they're old enough to use it, so I greww up wwith it."
Pocketing the slab again, Eridan fell silent and waited until Sirius started to break from his stupor, his mouth still agape and staring at the young troll in awe. After a few seconds, Eridan just rolled his eyes and sneered.
"If you wwant to catch flies in your mouth, by all means continue to gape."
That snapped the human out of his shock, and Sirius immediately looked sheepish as he once again dug into his food.
"Sorry, it's just a lot to keep up with."
"I understand, but that doesn't mean you should constantly act like a lollygaggin idiot wwhile doin so."
"Gah, I swear you remind me of someone back on Earth!"
"And wwho is that?"
"I don't know! I've got it in the back of my mind…"
"Suppressed memory?"
"What?"
"You probably can't remember because your subconscious doesn't wwant you too. The truth may be too horrible for your feeble human psyche." Eridan deadpanned.
"Oh now you're just getting smart with me."
"I am alwways smart wwith others, wwhat's the point of actin like a dunderhead?"
"Okay, now I know I've heard that somewhere before!"
"Again, it's probably a suppressed memory."
"Ugh…"
Dinner was finished between friendly banter, even though the nagging feeling of familiarity was stronger than ever now. Afterwards they headed to Eridan's 'book collection', which turned out to be a library that put Hogwarts to absolute shame. When asked about it, Eridan shrugged and told Sirius that when not fighting for survival, a troll has a lot of time on their hands. School was a foreign concept, apparently, only told in far off lands of storybooks, which would explain why the troll was so excited for school. Still, it stuck out to Sirius that the boy wasn't too sociable, but then again, neither was Harry when they first met, under those questionable circumstances. Research ended up with Sirius giving Eridan a crash course on reading and writing English, which proved to be even simpler than speaking it because the troll was trying to decipher it for two years. Apparently Eridan had practically memorized half his library but kept them around because 'readin wwas fun'. The animagus could only shake his head and wonder how long it would take for the troll and Hermione to become friends.
Currently Sirius was thinking love at first sight.
Sirius watched in amusement as Eridan whisked out his husktop and started to decipher what his ancestor had left, and sighed. While it was good to have an absolute brainiac like Eridan to help him with things that were beyond his comprehension, 'patience' wasn't really in any Black family dictionary, no matter how cursed. Part of him wanted to go NOW, the other part, the sensible part, knew that it could very well take YEARS to figure out how to get back-
"I'vve got it!"
Oh, apparently not. The impatient part of Sirius Black rejoiced at this. He crossed the library to find Eridan holding that Merlin forsaken harpoon rifle with a very nasty glint in his eye.
"What is it, kiddo?"
"The powwer Dualscar wwas talkin about. I must be Magic. My line can wwield magic, and the wway to access it…Ahab's Crosshairs. After doin some research on it, I'vve found that Dualscar got it from an unknowwn source, most likely a collaboration wwith wwizards. Wwhich means the blast it produces is actually it channeling my magic into a large, concentrated beam."
"So in short, your gun is a weaponized wand."
"Precisely! Wwhich wwould explain wwhy those wwands dowwnstairs exploded, I ovverloaded them!"
"So all you have to do is use the gun as a wand and we can pass through the Veil?"
"In theory, yes."
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's try it out!"
Sirius practically raced down the stairs to the chamber, with Eridan tagging along behind him. He was so giddy, and so happy that it had taken an impossibly short time to figure out. Hey, maybe the kid was just lucky, maybe the Marauder's luck has once again shined down upon this old dog. Once they reached the Veil, Eridan called back his rifle and turned to Sirius.
"Howw do wwizards open things like this?"
"Well, if I could, I would do this." Sirius took out his wand and tapped it on the stone curtains, "Patefio."
Nothing happened, which was expected, but…
Eridan tapped the stone curtain with the tip of his rifle. "Patefio."
This time, the stone curtains softened, becoming the familiar fluttering fabric that both of them knew so well. Sirius let out a large whoop of joy while Eridan just grinned like a maniac. From what the young troll had gleaned from his research and relayed to Sirius, the Veil wouldn't completely connect until Eridan went through.
"…Wwe should wwait before goin through."
"Why?"
"Both of us havve had a long day. Best to rest to face the next step of life's advventure, no? Besides, your godson has a trial, wwhy not tell him of our progress so you can meet up tomorroww?"
"Point taken. What are you going to do?"
"Tie up some…loose ends. I wwill be gone for an indiscernible amount of time, though I havve done my duties to last half a swweep, approximately a human year. I need a quick wway to get back though, hold on…"
Eridan touched the Veil and it (surprise, surprise) disappeared into thin air. The troll held a triumphant grin at this. Immediately Sirius caught onto his train of thought. Snatch up the Veil so nobody but him could use it, the last thing the kid needed was grown wizards trashing his home in the name of research. Sirius watched as Eridan 'uncapchalogged' the Veil, putting it back into its original place. Man, this technology was amazing! As if reading his mind, Eridan turned to face him.
"If you wwant, wwe could go and buy some extra Sylladexes for you and your friends."
"You can buy those?!"
"Sylladexes can break after years of use, plus its alwways good foresight to keep a backup. Howw many do you think wwe'll need?"
"The Order is pretty big…"
"Twwenty-Four pack it is…"
"…Good enough. Are you sure though."
"Sirius, in case you'vve forgotten, I'm a seadwweller, wwhich on Alternia is synonymous wwith 'Filthy fuckin Rich' to the point wwhere I could probably buy half the moon and still havve spare change."
"Merlin… Alright, if you're sure…"
"I might as wwell, I need to get supplies anywways."
"Why supplies? My home is well stocked…"
"Sirius. This is a matter of intergalactic research. I learn from your culture and you can learn from mine. So anythin that you don't havve, I wwill get to educate you poor monkey fleshlins."
"Owch Eridan, harsh much?"
"Harshness and correctness usually followw hand in hand."
"Prat."
"Landdwweller."
Turns out there were a lot of similarities between a muggle supermarket and an Alternian supermarket, including the stock. Only things like native foods and beverages made in in the cart, as Sirius marveled at how surreal this experience truly was. It also seemed to be fate, as Eridan just happened to bump into the final puzzle piece in Sirius's comparisons to the golden trio.
"WELL LOOK WHO FINALLY DECIDED TO GRACE US WITH HIS FUCKING ROYAL PRESENCE."
Standing in front of Eridan was a much shorter troll, which looked quite different from the seadweller. His horns were small and nubby, and he was wearing a black turtleneck with a grey cancer symbol, with grey slacks and black shoes. The yelling troll's ears were pointy, like a forest elf or centaur, and lacked the finned protrusions that Eridan and Feferi had. Black hair (apparently all trolls had black hair, according to Eridan, go figure) was cut vaguely short and messy, reminded Sirius of Harry (or James). He had slightly blunter teeth and grey eyes.
"Hello Kar. Howw are you?"
"FAN FUCKING TASTIC, THANK YOU FOR ASKING." The shorter troll then seemed to notice Sirius's presence.
"WHAT IN THE NAME OF FUCK IS THAT?!"
"A human, Kar. An alien. Wwho happens to share a unique trait that wwe both knoww you havve." 'Kar's eyes widened, seemingly knowing what Eridan was hinting at.
"NO FUCKING WAY."
"Oh, but havve you considered… yes wway?"
"DON'T GET SMART WITH ME AMPORA."
Ampora, must be Eridan's last name…
"Just sayin, Kar. Remember that, ah, project I wwas wworkin on? He fell through that. And noww I'm goin wwith him to study human culture."
"I SHOULD PROBABLY GO WITH YOU. YOU KNOW, BECAUSE NO MATTER HOW ANNOYING YOU CAN BE, YOU'RE STILL MY FRIEND."
"That's kind of you Kar. If you wwant, I can let you in at a later date, catch up on wwhat I found out."
"I'LL BE WAITING FOR YOUR EVER PRESENT VIOLET COLORED TEXT TO GRACE MY SCREEN SOMETIME THEN. BUT FOR NOW, I HAVE A DATE WITH ONE OF MY NEW TREASURES."
"Rom-com?"
"YOU BET YOUR SEA SALT FILLED GILLS, SEE YOU LATER ERIDAN."
"Bye, Kar."
After the brief exchange (Sirius was grateful he decided that bringing along the stone was a good idea) both trolls parted ways, 'Kar' walking out of the store and Eridan dragging Sirius further in.
"So who was he?"
"Karkat Vvantas, a good friend of mine."
"What was the similarity that he seemed to be so shocked at?"
"Blood color. Kar has crimson red blood, like you humans."
"And you didn't…cull him?"
"I decided our friendship wwas more important than the little fact that he's a mutantblood."
"Glad to know I wasn't that only one spared your genocidal wrath."
"I make exceptions from time to time. Not often, though. You're just one of the lucky ones."
"Thank you, oh so great killer of all things, I bow to you."
"Vvery funny Sirius."
Shopping after that didn't take very long, and soon the two were back on Skyhorse hivebound with supplies that mostly included objects of Alternian culture and a 24-pack of Sylladexes, and Sirius decided that was close enough. With the way that Karkat spoke, it vaguely reminded him of the youngest Weasley boy, Ron (though to be fair, if Molly ever caught anyone saying anything worse than 'dang', she'd give them an earful). It really did seem to fit together, in a way. This warped version of the golden trio manifested within three close friend trolls, at least to Sirius.
As soon as they reached the warship, Eridan scuttled away to prepare his voyage to another planet, which included messaging Feferi. Taking this as the best time to do so, Sirius took out his mirror.
"Harry Potter."
Harry Potter was having a very bad day. The keyword here is 'was'. At first, it seemed horrible when he woke up at an unholy hour in the morning at 12 Grimmauld Place, having a vivid nightmare about the kidnapping of Neville and Luna in the Ministry of Magic. Sneaking out with Ron and Hermione he managed to find the two in the Department of Mysteries, Stunned but unharmed. This didn't last long when Harry finally found what Voldemort was trying to make him find through his dreams, the Prophecy. That's when all the Death Eaters jumped out from their hiding places in a surprise party of death and ambushed the five teens. They fought with everything they had, then the Order came, and then Sirius fell into the Veil and everyone thought he was dead. The Prophecy orb broke and when he tried to question Dumbledore about it the old man STILL wouldn't talk to him! Without the knowledge of whatever the HELL was going on because not only was he up for trial for defending his cousin from a Dementor attack in Surrey, but NOBODY would tell him ANYTHING! Piled up with Sirius's apparent death and you got one VERY angsty Harry Potter.
Fortunately when he stopped up to Sirius's room with a storm cloud of angry aura hovering over him (everyone parted to give him way, he looked absolutely murderous) Harry found the parcel Sirius gave him for his birthday. The mirror was set to one that Sirius had and in a desperate attempt at denying his godfather's death, he shouted into the mirror.
That's when the miracle happened. Sirius was ALIVE and well and one ANOTHER PLANET. If it weren't for the great relief of having his godfather alive he would have questioned the poor man's sanity but honestly, everyone said the Veil lead to the afterlife, why not another planet?
So now Harry was having a rather good day, and when Hermione and Ron cautiously walked up the stairs to get Harry for dinner, fully expecting a full on hissy fit, they were met with the sight of a grinning Boy Who Lived.
"Harry…?" Hermione tentatively started before staring at him in shock.
"Harry, mate, are you alright?" Ron asked slowly, with made Harry grin wider and pull the two into a big hug.
"Alright? I'm more than alright! I feel fantastic!"
"Harry, you don't have to hide your hurt from us, Sirius's death was…" Hermione started before she was interrupted by Harry.
"But that's the thing! Sirius isn't dead! He's alive, and trying to get back!" Both of their eyes widened.
"Harry… you're not pulling our leg, are you?" Ron said in the same slow voice as before.
"No, no… but it does sound weird, doesn't it? I mean, who would have thought that the Veil lead to another PLANET?" Harry was met with looks of shock and denial, but interlocked their arms.
"Come on, let's go to dinner!"
It was needless to say that the tense atmosphere that the Order was expecting from Harry disappeared as soon as they saw the grin on his face. They, like Ron and Hermione, just stared at this strange person that looked like the Harry that was angry and hour ago, but definitely was smiling as if he won the lottery.
"…Cub?" came the tentative whisper of Remus.
"Sirius. Sirius is alive."
That did it. The kitchen erupted into commotion at this, but Dumbledore raised his hand and everyone fell silent.
"That is a rather interesting statement, but before we interrogate Mr. Potter, let us eat first?"
As if to prove him right, some low rumbles emanated from a few Order members as the Golden Trio sat with their two new members, Neville and Luna. The Weasley Twins were looking at Harry as if he was mad, but you could see to hope in their eyes. Remus was trying to believe Harry, but without proof it felt impossible, he saw Sirius got through the Veil, didn't it lead to the afterlife?
Discussion turned to Harry's upcoming trial, and the plan on how to convince the Wizengamot that Harry was innocent. They had a sound plan of Unbreakable Vows and Vertaserum, and Harry felt like everything was finally going right in comparison to the past few days. After dinner was over, everyone gathered around Harry to listen to what he had to say. When he did so, everyone tried to argue with him, how it was impossible because nobody ever came out of the Veil, how there was never any contact, how Harry might just be in denial.
A familiar voice rang out from the mirror in Harry's pocket, a voice that belonged to the very man they were trying to convince Harry that he was dead.
"Harry Potter."
AN:
Oni: And that's all for now!
Eridan: For your information, 'Patefio' is just 'open' in Latin.
Oni: Yup! I hope you liked this chapter!
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Eridan: Wwe shall see you next time...
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