AN Not much to say, and not much happens in this chapter, hope you enjoy it anyway.
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Chapter 20 Return to Hogwarts.
"Merlin, Harry, you're giving me the same look Reigny does when he doesn't believe me," Sirius said, "Here's a little warning, don't ever try to lie to him; you can't do it. He somehow always knows."
"I wasn't planning to, but I'll take note of that if I ever get the urge," Harry replied. "Now, why do you want to borrow the invisibility cloak?"
Sirius had come into Harry's room while he was packing his trunk and getting ready to go to King's Cross Station to catch the Hogwarts Express and asked Harry if he could borrow James's cloak, with the promise he would return it to him on the first Hogsmeade visit of the year.
"I told you-"
"You're not borrowing it to prank Remus," Harry said, crossing his arms and narrowing his eyes at Sirius, which nearly sent a shiver down his spine. The kid inherited Loki's glare. "I want the real reason."
"Look, kiddo, I'm not doing anything that'll get me arrested or killed, but it's best you don't know what I need it for," Sirius said.
"Dose Loki know what you're doing?" Harry asked, already knowing the answer, no matter what Sirius said. If he wanted the invisibility cloak but was afraid to tell Harry why then it must be because he was up to something that could be dangerous. There was no way Loki would allow Sirius to do something dangerous without him being with him. Sirius's lingering silence was proof that he was up to something Loki wouldn't like, and Sirius didn't want to lie to Harry a second time, but telling Harry that Loki had no idea what he was planning to do while he and Harry were at Hogwarts would cause the kid to worry more.
"Fine, but you better not end up in Azkaban again," Harry warned, turning around and reaching into his trunk for the invisibility cloak just as lightning flashed across the sky, followed by a roar of thunder, which doubled the bad feeling Harry had about loaning Sirius the cloak and Sirius briefly had second thoughts about what he was planning but pushed them aside and took the cloak from Harry, Sirius was doing this for him. He needed to find out who those siblings were and take them out before they come after Harry again.
"Thanks," Sirius said, tossing the cloak over his shoulder. "And stop worrying about me; I'm the dad. I'm the one that's supposed to worry," he clapped Harry on the shoulder before heading towards the door; he paused and turned around, "You might want to wear a jacket. It's raining nifflers and kneazles outside."
Harry glanced out his window as Sirius walked out of his room. It was hard to see because of how early it was, it was still dark out, but if he looked close enough, Harry could see that it was raining hard. Harry looked at the clock on his bedside table; it was six forty-five in the morning. He had been up since four and had already had a shower and breakfast. He had to get up super early so Sirius could drive him to King's Cross station on time to catch the train. Harry sighed, turned back to his trunk, took out his thin jacket, put it on, and then closed the lid. Harry was looking forward to returning to Hogwarts, but he would also miss being here. He spent the last couple of weeks of his summer holiday at Loki's cottage; neither he nor Sirius was willing to let Harry out of their sights after what happened at the World Cup, and Harry himself had wanted to stay here too; he felt safer with Sirius and Loki; it had been Harry who had asked to remain at Loki's cottage for the rest of the summer, and Loki told him, he and Sirius had already decided Harry was, Mrs. Wesaley tried to argue about it when Harry and Sirius showed up at the Borrow to get Harry's trunk and let the Weasley's know. Still, since Sirius and Loki had been given legal custody of Harry by the Ministry (something Harry hadn't known until then), there wasn't anything she could do.
"Hey, Sirius," Harry called out, and Sirius appeared in the doorway a second later, "Can you help me lift my trunk off the bed."
"Sure," Sirius replied, then Harry jumped a little when his trunk suddenly lifted into the air, then moved forward a little and set itself on the flood. Harry rolled his eyes at the smirk Sirius gave him as he turned and left the room again. A few days ago, Sirius had added a new handle to Harry's trunk, one easier to grip, and wheels that pull in and out, so Harry just had to hold his trunk upright and pull it along with him, more manageable than having to carry it. Harry pulled the wheels out, raised the trunk, grabbed Hedwig's cage, and headed out of his room.
"You ready? We need to head out. It's a long drive from here to King's Cross." Sirius said, slipping on his leather jacket; the back of it had The Marauders written across the top in gold letters, and under it was a crest with a dog, rat, wolf, and stag, and on the front above the right side was the name Padfoot in small gold letters. Sirius had told Harry all the Marauders had a jacket like his; he had got the idea from muggle motorcycle gangs, had them made, and surprised the other Marauders with them when they graduated Hogwarts. In fact, at that very moment, Sirius was dressed like he just stepped out of a motorcycle club, his jacket, combined with jeans, a muggle rock band t-shirt, motorcycle boots, and a leather wallet with a chain hooked to his belt loop. Not too surprising Sirius has always loved motorcycles and was building one in his workshop.
"I'm ready," Harry said, picking up Loki's green fedora off the kitchen table and putting it on his head. Once Loki had fixed the hat, Harry somehow ended up with it again and had taken to wearing it most of the time the last couple of weeks, Loki didn't seem to mind, he just gave Harry a small smile every time he saw him with it on.
"I can take your trunk out," Sirius offered, and Harry let him; as he followed, carrying Hedwig in her cage, Sirius used a spell to keep them from getting wet while they walked to his car; then he put Harry's trunk in the boot while Harry buckled Hedwig's cage in the back seat, then closed the door and climbed in the front seat, and buckled himself in, a roar of thunder blocked out the sounds of him closing the door. Then Sirius got in the driver's seat just as lightning lit up the sky.
"Do you think Thor is mad?" Harry asked, watching rain drop on the windshield; he had been thinking about Thor a lot recently, ever since he saw him on the cover of some muggle crime magazine Loki had been looking at last week, along with the other Avengers, they had fought another bad guy, and Harry couldn't help but think about how the blonde hair hero was his uncle and wondered if Thor would like Harry, or hate him due to who his mum was, or if he'd ever meet him. Harry thought about how Petunia treated him, just because she hated her sister, and figured it was better not to meet the god of thunder. After all, he probably wouldn't like Harry either, which sucked because it would be nice to have an uncle that liked Harry being his nephew or any other family members who liked him; then Harry would scowl himself because Sirius and Loki should be enough. They were happy with just the three of them.
"Why do you ask that?" Sirius asked, starting the car and backing out onto the road. Harry shrugged. "If it's the weather, I don't think Thor in a bad mood would affect us. New York weather, possibly."
"Do you think he's as bad as Loki says?" Harry asked.
"Yes, to Reigny at least, but to everyone else, he's a great guy," Sirius said, "Why the interest in Thor all of a sudden?"
"I don't know, just curious if he'd like or dislike me, I guess," Harry said, "Petunia hated me, all because she hated my adopted mother."
"Sorry, Kiddo, I'm the wrong person to talk to about loving families." Sirius said, "Only family member I ever got along with was my cousin Andromeda."
"What about your brother?" Harry asked, then regretted it when Sirius's face took on a dark look."Sorry, I shouldn't have asked about him."
"No, it's alright," Sirius said, the dark look fading from his face, "Regulus and I used to get along; he even would sneak me pain potion he stole from my father whenever my mother got carried away with her punishments, all that changed once I went off to Hogwarts, without me there my parents were able to turn Regulus against me, brainwash him into believing their pureblood ideology, and the moment he was sorted into Slytherin two years after I started Hogwarts, I knew then, I had lost my brother."
"How did he...die," Harry asked, hoping Sirius didn't get mad at the question.
"Regulus was an idiot; he joined the Death Eaters, then got cold feet and tried to back out. It cost him his life," Sirius said, and though he tried to sound as if he didn't care, Harry heard the sadness and anger in his voice.
"Oh," Harry mumbled, "So..umm, Andromeda, are you two still close since-"
"I have been to Azkaban?" Sirius asked, "We've talked some; the moment I was declared innocent, she sent a letter apologizing for believing me guilty; we have written to each other a few times since, and once I met her at the Leaky Cauldron for lunch, she's married to a muggle-born and has a daughter around Charlie Weasley's age."
"Really?" Harry asked; Sirius grinned at the look on his face.
"Yep, if you'd like, I can arrange for you to meet them. Not sure when that can happen, possibly next summer." Sirius offered, "Though I'd have to run it by your mum first, we might live there, but it's still Reigna's cottage."
"Okay," Harry said. "Do they know the truth about me?"
"Not yet, but I do plan to tell Andromeda very soon," Sirius said. He left out that he was meeting up with her once he dropped Harry off at the station, he didn't want to think about where he was meeting her at.
Their topic soon changed to other things, and four hours after leaving Loki's cottage, they arrived at King's Cross station. Loki was already at Hogwarts and had been for a few days; the professors had to be back at Hogwarts before the students, and the night after Loki left, she had teleported back to the cottage to tell them Dumbledore had announced during a staff meeting that the Triwizard Tournament would be held at Hogwarts this year, both Sirius and Loki had been glad that there would be an age restriction this year, meaning Harry was too young to compete, not that he had any urge to enter his name, he preferred not to make a fool of himself in front of a large audience.
"You remembered to bring your dagger, right?" Sirius asked; the two of them were now standing in a compartment at the back of the Hogwarts Express. Sirius had helped Harry stow his trunk and Hedwig over the seats and the Weasleys and Hermione hadn't got there yet. Sirius wanted Harry to wait for them on the train instead of the platform, which this year had the added protection of a couple of Aurors, because of the attack at the World Cup, Dumbledore had requested it. Fudge had given in to Dumbledore's request.
"I do," Harry replied, pulling up his trouser leg and showing Sirius the dagger that was in the holster strapped to his leg. Sirius had made it so Harry could have his dagger hidden on him at all times, an order Loki had given him, Harry's fighting lessons also became longer and harder, and they taught him more wandless magic; Sirius taught Harry a spell that turns someone upside down in the air, and Loki started showing him how to fight with his dagger and started teaching him the kind of magic Loki does. Ever since the attack on the World Cup and those weird siblings being after Harry, his parents have become paranoid about his safety and want Harry to have the best chance of defending himself.
"Good, your mum will ask you the moment she sees you, and knowing Reigny, she'll be standing outside the Great Hall watching for you to arrive," Sirius said. He sat down next to Harry on the seat to wait for Ron and Hermione to arrive; they had left a little earlier than needed, so not many had come yet, and Harry was able to get a compartment in the back of the train, that way he didn't have to put up with people staring at him as they passed by.
Harry and Sirius had been sitting there for ten minutes when one of the Aurors came into their compartment to greet Sirius; his name was Kingsley Shackleblot, and he sat in the seat across from Sirius and started talking to him. They had gone to Hogwarts together and had both been a part of Dumbledore's group fighting against Voldemort; apparently, the two had always gotten along, although they were in different houses; when he left, Sirius told Harry there was a big chance if Kingsley had been in Gryffindor, would have been a Marauder.
About ten minutes before eleven, the Weasleys and Hermione appeared on the platform; Harry watched as Mrs. Wesaley looked around the station with a panicked look on her face, so Harry told Sirius he better let Mrs. Wesaley know they were there; he gave Harry a quick hug bye, before leaving the compartment, a few minutes later Harry saw Sirius step off the train, and Bill Weasley pointed him out to his mum. Mrs. Wesaley looked relieved to see him, and Ron asked Sirius something, he pointed towards the back of the train. Ron and Hermione immediately boarded, probably coming to find Harry, and not long after them getting on the train, the compartment door opened, and Harry turned in time to see Hermione and one come in; they both greeted him, then turned to stow their trunks and pets in the compartment above the seats across from Harry.
"Bagman wanted to tell us what's happening at Hogwarts," Ron said, continuing a conversation him and Hermione had before entering the compartment. "At the World Cup, remember? But my mother won't say. Wonder what is happening?"
"The Triwizard Tournament," Harry said; Ron and Hermione turned around and looked at him, "Loki told me Dumbledore told her, along with the rest of the staff."
"Wicked," Ron said, flopping down in the seat across from Harry.
"But, the Triwizard Tournament is dangerous," Hermione said, sitting next to Ron, "I read all about it once, people have died during it."
"Loki said they changed the rules; only Seventeen and up can compete, and with Dumbledore involved, I doubt the task will be that dangerous," Harry said.
"That's true," Ron said, "Too bad you have to be seventeen to compete; it still is exciting to watch, though."
"Yeah, it will." Harry agreed.
"Shh!" Hermione whispered suddenly, pressing her finger to her lips and pointing toward the compartment next to theirs. Harry and Ron listened and heard a familiar drawling voice drifting in through the open door.
"... My mother and Sirius Black are cousins, you know Black is Potter's godfather, and he let slip something about Potter at the World Cup; she couldn't go into details, but I heard her telling Father that Potter's parents were not married when he was born, he is what Mother called a love child."
"A what child?" Ron asked. Hermione put her finger to her lips again, tiptoed to the compartment door, and slid it shut, blocking out Malfoy's voice, then turned to Ron.
"A love child is a baby born out of wedlock; it's a nicer way of saying umm, " Her eyes turned to Harry, "Malfoy's mum called Harry a..." she paused not wanting to say the word.
"bastard," Harry said.
"That git," Ron said, and he stood and went to leave the compartment, but Hermione grabbed his arm and set him back down.
"It's alright, Ron, Malfoy and his mum can say what they want, I don't care," Harry said; he had his own family now, and he didn't care if Loki and Sirius were married or not, not now or when he was born, it didn't matter to him.
"Where did Mrs. Malfoy get that you were an illegitimate child? The Potters were married when you were born, and everyone still thinks they were your parents." Hermione said.
"She knows the Potters aren't my real parents," Harry said, "She figured it out because I look so much like Sirius, and since Sirius saved her from the torture curse during the World Cup attack, according to their family rules, that meant Narcissa owned him a favor, and Sirius forbid her from telling anyone, I guess she decided to spread rumors instead."
"Why did Sirius save Malfoy's mother?" Ron demanded, "I would have left her to get tortured."
"Loki told Sirius the same thing," Harry said, laughing a little.
The storm outside continued as the train rolled on; the three friends chatted and joked around. When they got close to their destination, Harry, Hermione, and Ron stood up to slip their robes on, and soon they were pulling into Hogsmeade station and coming to a stop.
As the train doors opened, there was a rumble of thunder overhead; heads bent and eyes narrowed against the downpour, they climbed off the train. The rain was now coming down so thick and fast that it was as though buckets of ice-cold water were being emptied repeatedly over their heads. The wind was so hard Harry had to hold onto his hat to keep it from blowing off; Ron and Hermione shivered as the three of them climbed in a carriage and shut the door with a snap, a few moments later, with a great lurch, the long procession of carriages was rumbling and splashing their way toward the castle, ten minutes later the carriages pulled up at the giant wooden doors of the castle. Harry, Ron, and Hermione hopped out and hurried into the castle.
Once Harry entered the school first thing, he spotted was Loki standing by the entrance to the Great Hall. She was watching for him while using magic to dry the students as they passed and getting dozens of prise for doing so, which was probably the reason she was doing it; Harry pointed Loki out to Ron and Hermione and led them over to her, she caught sight of Harry walking her way, and grinned.
"Hello, children," Loki greeted, "Did you have a good ride?"
"Same as usual," Harry shrugged. "Just a bit stormy."
"Blimey," Ron said, shaking his head and sending water everywhere, "if the rain keeps up, the lake's going to overflow. I'm soaked."
"We all are, Ron, " Hermione said, shaking water off the bottoms of her robes; Harry looked at Loki with a raised eyebrow, and she raised hers back, and he raised his other one and gave her a look; Loki smirked and flicked her magic at them, and green light surrounded them when it disappeared they were dry.
"Thanks," Harry said, and Loki pointed at his leg.
"Do you have your dagger on you?" she asked. Harry pulled up the bottom of his robes and trousers and showed Loki the dagger still strapped to his leg. "Good. You make sure you keep that on you at all times."
"I will," Harry said. He had gotten a lot better at throwing it, but unfortunately, Harry still had not been able to get it to stick into the tree trunk or anything else he had tried; he just couldn't put enough strength into it.
"Well, come along into the Great Hall, you three, before we all miss the feast," Loki said. Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked by her, entered the hall, and headed to the Gryffindor table as Loki headed towards the head table. Harry looked that way in time to see Snape curl his lip up at his hat; Harry glared at him and turned away; he noticed a guy he has never seen before sitting next to McGonagall, he was a little heavy-set, had a face full of scars, and a fake eye that was zooming around everywhere. Harry figured it must be Alaster "Mad-eye" Moody, the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor Loki had mentioned.
"Hiya, Harry!" someone said, and Harry looked over to see Colin Creevey waving at him from the other side of the Gryffindor table.
"Hi, Colin," Harry greeted,
"Harry, guess what? Guess what, Harry? My brother's starting! My brother Dennis!" Colin shouted excitedly.
"Er - good," Harry replied.
Whatever Colin was going to say next was cut off when Professor McGonagall started sorting the first years, and Colin's attention turned to the front of the Great Hall. After about ten other first years, it was Dennis Creevy's turn, and a moment after Professor McGonagall placed the Sorting Hat on Dennis's head, it called out Gryffindor. He took the hat off and hurried over to sit next to Colin.
"Dennis! Dennis! See that boy down there?" Colin said, pointing toward Harry. "The one with the black hair, glasses, and weird hat? See him? Know who he is, Dennis? It's Harry Potter."
"Is that the one grandpa wants us to-"
"Shh, Dennis, he'll hear you." Colin snapped, "Besides, we aren't doing anything he wants. Mum told us to ignore his letters." Dennis frowned at his brother, then turned and started at the table, looking unhappy with the order of ignoring his grandfather's letters.
Harry looked away, confused as to what that was about, he made a note to mention it to Loki as he watched the last of the sorting, and then Dumbledore told everyone to tuck in, and food appeared on the table, and they all began to eat.
"You're lucky there's a feast at all tonight, you know," Nearly Headless Nick said, "There was trouble in the kitchens earlier."
"Why? What happened?" Harry asked.
"Peeves, of course," Nearly Headless Nick answered, shaking his head, which wobbled dangerously. "The usual argument, you know. He wanted to attend the feast. Well, it's quite out of the question, you know what he's like, utterly uncivilized, can't see a plate of food without throwing it. We held a ghost's council, the Fat Friar was all for giving him a chance, but most wisely, in my opinion, the Bloody Baron put his foot down."
"So what did he do in the kitchens?" Ron asked.
"Oh, the usual," Nearly Headless Nick said, shrugging. "Wreaked havoc and mayhem. Pots and pans everywhere. Terrified the house elves out of their wits."
Harry jumped when he felt a hand touch his shoulder, then there was a chuckle.
"I'm sorry. I did not mean to scar you," Loki said, and Harry looked up at her, "Do you mind if I join you?"
"No, go ahead," Harry said, moving over a little so Loki could set on the end.
"There are house elves here?" Hermione asked, staring, horror-struck, at Nearly Headless Nick. "Here at Hogwarts?"
"Certainly," Nearly Headless Nick answered, surprised at her reaction. "The largest number in any dwelling in Britain, I believe. Over a hundred."
"I've never seen one!" Hermione answered.
"Well, they hardly ever leave the kitchen by day, do they?" Nearly Headless Nick said, "They come out at night to do a bit of cleaning, see to the fires, and so on. I mean, you're not supposed to see them, are you?"
Hermione stared at him. "But they get paid?"
"Of course not. No one pays a house-elf." Nearly Headless Nick said, laughing a little, and Hermione put her fork and knife down and pushed her plate away.
"Oh, come on, Hermione," Ron said, "Starving yourself won't help anything."
"Ron is right, Hermione," Loki said, shooting Nick such a scary glare he got up and floated to the head of the table. "You should eat; you'll do nothing but make the elves think they did a bad job cooking the feast."
"Well, when you put it that way," Hermione said, and she pulled her food toward her and began to eat again. Harry turned to Loki and grinned.
"So, how was your ride to the station? Did Sirius drive recklessly?" Loki asked
"No, he drove fine," Harry said, "He seemed a little down, though."
"Probably lonely," Loki answered, "I hate that we had to leave him by himself, I tried to get him to stay here, but he refused, said he had things to do. He'll likely spend all his time at Remus's, which is a good thing, he'll keep your father out of trouble."
Harry could hear the sadness in Loki's voice as she talked about Sirius. She was already missing him and had only been away from Sirius for three days, so Harry changed the topic, and when the feast was over, Albus Dumbledore got to his feet, and the Great Hall went quiet as everyone turned their attention to the Headmaster.
"So!" Dumbledore said, smiling around at them all. "Now that we are all fed and watered, I must once more ask for your attention while I give out a few notices. Mr. Filch, the caretaker, has asked me to tell you that the list of objects forbidden inside the castle has this year been extended to include Screaming Yo-yos, Fanged Frisbees, and Ever-Bashing Boomerangs. The full list comprises some four hundred and thirty-seven items, I believe, and can be viewed in Mr. Filch's office if anybody would like to check it."
Harry glanced at Loki, who rolled her eyes at Filch, causing Harry to smile, and he turned back to Dumbledore.
"As ever, I would like to remind you all that the forest on the grounds is out-of-bounds to students, as is the village of Hogsmeade to all below the third year, and now I would like to introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Alaster Moody," Dumbledore motioned over to the guy with the eye patch. Everyone clapped politely, and then Dumbledore went on with his speech.
"It is also my painful duty to inform you that the Inter-House Quidditch Cup will not take place this year." Harry looked at Fred and George, his fellow members of the Quidditch team. They were mouthing soundlessly at Dumbledore, apparently too appalled to speak.
"This is due to an event that will be starting in October," Dumbledore went on, "and continuing throughout the school year, taking up much of the teacher's time and energy, but I am sure you will all enjoy it immensely. I have great pleasure in announcing that this year at Hogwarts, we are to have the honor of hosting a very exciting event over the coming months, an event that has not been held for over a century. I am very pleased to inform you that the Triwizard Tournament will take place at Hogwarts this year."
"You're joking!" Fred Weasley shouted, and Dumbledore chuckled appreciatively.
"I am not joking, Mr. Weasley," he said "the Triwizard Tournament will happen this year, and for those who do not know what that is, it's a tournament that was first established some seven hundred years ago as a friendly competition between the three largest European schools of magic: Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang. A champion was selected to represent each school, and the three champions competed in three magical tasks. The schools took turns hosting the tournament once every five years. It was generally agreed to be a most excellent way of establishing ties between young witches and wizards of different nationalities, until, that is, the death toll mounted so high that the tournament was discontinued until now, the heads of Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be arriving with their short-listed contenders in October, and the selection of the three champions will take place at Halloween. An impartial judge will decide which students are most worthy of competing for the Triwizard Cup, the glory of their school, and a thousand Galleons personal prize money."
"I'm going for it!" Fred Weasley hissed down the table. Harry looked behind him at at Loki again to see her frowning at Dumbledore; Harry could only guess that, like him, she didn't have a good feeling about this tournament either.
"Eager though, I know all of you will be to bring the Triwizard Cup to Hogwarts," Dumbledore said, "the heads of the participating schools, along with the Ministry of Magic, have agreed to impose an age restriction on contenders this year. Only students who are of age that is to say, seventeen years or older will be allowed to put forward their names for consideration; this is a measure we feel is necessary, given that the tournament tasks will still be difficult and dangerous, whatever precautions we take, and it is doubtful that students below a sixth and seventh year will be able to cope with them. I will ensure that no underage student hoodwinks our impartial judge into making them Hogwarts champions. I, therefore, beg you not to waste your time submitting yourself if you are under seventeen. The delegations from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang will be arriving in October and remaining with us for the rest of this year. I know that you will all extend every courtesy to our foreign guests while they are with us and will give your whole-hearted support to the Hogwarts champion when they are selected. And now, it is late, and I know how important it is to you all to be alert and rested as you enter your lessons tomorrow morning. Bedtime! Chop chop!"
Dumbledore sat down again and turned to talk to Professor Moody. There was scraping and banging as all the students got to their feet and swarmed toward the double doors into the entrance hall. Harry told Hermione and Ron he would meet them in Gryffindor Tower and stayed with Loki until they were the last in the Great Hall. Then they walked out together. Loki's chambers were in the same direction as Gryffindor Tower, just down a different corridor right before the portrait of the fat lady, Harry wanted to walk with his mum and tell her about what Colin said to his brother, and Harry briefly thought about telling Loki that Sirius had borrowed the invisibility cloak, and wouldn't tell him why he needed it, but decide that, whatever Sirius was up to he hadn't wanted Loki to know, at least not yet, and Harry hoped whatever that was, he didn't get into any trouble or worse. He didn't have a good feeling about it, and he also didn't have a good feeling about the tournament or this school year; something terrible was coming. Harry was sure of it.
AN Harry knew about Sirius saving Narcissa and about what Loki said, because Sirius told him, not sure when the next chapter will be up, but hopefully in a few days no longer than a week.