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Chapter Fifteen:

By Rosa241

Percy POV:

It's been three long days since Oliver and I last spoke. Three days! In the entire time that we've been friends I don't think we've ever gone this long without speaking, even over the summer we have a constant flow of letters running back and forth. Three days feels like forever.

"What's going on with you and Oliver?" It doesn't surprise me that someone has noticed the problems between us, what does surprise me is that the person who notices is Angelina.

"Sorry?" She plonks herself down next to me along with Katie and Alicia. Part of me has the good sense to be rather wary of the three of them.

"You and Oliver, what's going on?" Straight to the point, just like before…

"There's nothing going on." The three of them share a look before turning their attention back to me.

"Yes there is. He's been in a horrible mood for days now, during that time you two haven't said two words to each other." I open my mouth to argue but she gets there first. "And you didn't come to practice last night. In the entire time you two have been friends the only time you haven't come to watch practice is when you've been ill."

What exactly do they want me to say?

They're right of course. Ever since Oliver joined the team he had this thing about me coming to watch practice, he'd claimed it was for good luck but in reality it wasn't like that. The real reason had been so that he could keep an eye on me. Quidditch practice was one of the few times that Oliver wasn't glued to my side, which meant it was one of the times that Flint made his presence felt. Oliver had simply done what he could to protect had felt strange not being there last night, I'd found myself staring at the door, waiting for him to come back through it.

"Look we had a fight but, and I really don't mean to be rude here, it's none of your business." The three of them share a look – no doubt some form of silent communication going on – before Katie speaks.

"Actually it is our business." Confusion clouds my features as she speaks. "He was in a right mood last night, ran us flipping ragged! I've got aches in muscles I didn't know I had."

"Look I'm sorry if he's taking his mood out on you but there's really nothing I can do. Oliver's the one who has to make the first move here." Angelina gives me a sympathetic look as she sighs.

"Okay. But he's obviously unhappy without you." She sends another sympathetic look as the three of them stand and make their way out of the library.

Great. What the hell am I going to do now? People are going to ask questions about why we aren't talking, if people start asking questions then what the hell am I going to say? I can't just tell people that it's none of their business and expect them to accept it forever. Besides that what will Oliver say? Right now he hasn't said anything about my secret but that might not last forever.

Harry POV:

I can't believe it. He wrote back, he actually wrote back to me. I hadn't expected him to want to speak to me but he does. Of course there was another reason I wanted to speak to him. According to Professor McGonagall he's my Godfather, which means that he must have been close to them at one point. If he was close to them then he'd know things about them. It's no secret that I don't know a lot about my parents, if he can tell me anything…

"Well go on, open it then!" Ron's voice breaks me from my thoughts and brings my attention back to the unopened letter in my hand. It's now or never.

Hello Harry,

As you already know my name is Sirius Black. I must admit it was rather a shock to receive your letter, I hadn't thought you'd wish to speak to me.

Your father was one of my best friends. I met him on the train to Hogwarts in our first year, we were friends from that moment on. Your father was a great man, brave, smart, kind and he had a wicked sense of humour. Playing pranks was our favourite past time during our years at Hogwarts. James was a mastermind when it came to pranks, the things his mind came up with rendered me speechless more times than I can count. Of course he was just as talented at school when he put his mind to it. He showed an exceptional talent for both Charms and Duelling, the latter of which he was almost unsurpassed it. He truly was an exceptional man.

He loved your mother more than life itself. We met her too that day on the train. From the very first minute his eyes locked onto hers he was in love with her. If he wasn't running around pulling pranks he was following her around. It took her a long time but eventually she grew to love your father just as dearly as he loved her.

Your mother. What can I say about Lily? Your mother was the single most pure and wonderful woman I ever had the pleasure to meet. She was a genuinely warm hearted and kind woman. Not only that, she was a rather extraordinary witch as well. Potions was her speciality but she was gifted in anything she turned her hand to. Your mother didn't fall for James as quickly as she fell for him but I could see it. Every time he asked her out she would say no, but every day, every week I could see her falling for him just that little bit more.

I'll never forget how happy they both were to find out that they were expecting you. They treasured you from the very second you were born to the day they died. Of all their adventures you were their greatest. When James asked me to be your Godfather I must admit that I was scared. James didn't doubt for a second that I'd be good at the job, even when I doubted myself.

More than anything I wish I could have been there for you these last ten years, I would have given anything. There is nothing I can do about the time we've missed but we can start again now. If you'd accept it I'd like to be your Godfather again.

I'd love it dearly if you wrote back. If there's anything you want to know then please don't hesitate to ask.

Yours sincerely,
Sirius Black.

I must have read the letter a dozen times before finally putting it down. I've spent every day for as long as I can remember dying to know anything about my parents. Anything at all. Since coming to Hogwarts I've learned things from Hagrid, facts and figures that Hermione had dug up but the personal information…the things that every child knows about their parents were a mystery to me. In just one letter I've learned more about them than I've ever known.

"He seems really keen to get to know you." Hermione's voice caused me to jump a few feet in the air. I'd forgotten they were here…

"Wonder what kind of pranks your dad pulled? From the sounds of things he could have given Fred and George a run for thier money." As my friends speak a thousand questions run through my brain at once. What kind of pranks did they pull? What were their favourite lessons? Teachers? What were my grandparents like? All of the things I've ever wanted to know are right at my fingertips.

"You know…" Hermione speaks as she continues to flip through the book in front of her. "If he's your Godfather then I guess that makes him family."

Her words force my brain to stop for a moment. Family. The only family I've got are the Dursleys…and they're about as far from family as possible. I've spent the last 11 years dreaming about getting away from them, dreaming about my parents spiriting me away in the middle of the night.

If you'd accept it I'd like to be your Godfather again.

I re-read that sentence for a few minutes before my mind finally puts the pieces together. This man was my dad's best friend, he knew my mother and he's my Godfather. Isn't this what I've been dreaming of for so long? Someone to care for me, someone to be there for me…someone to love me. This man wants me, he wants to be a part of my life, there's no way I can pass up that chance. For the first time in my life someone wants me.

"I'm writing back to him." Ignoring my friends I grab my things and rush out of the great hall. The sooner I write back to him the sooner I can get a response.

Oliver's POV:

I can feel Percy's eyes on me as I walk out of the great hall. Part of me wants to turn back, to go talk to him and put this whole thing to behind us. Part of me wants him to be my best friend again but, with more force than I thought I'd need, I swallow down that part of me and walk away. Walking away from him is something I swore I'd never do. Ordinarily I hate being separated from him but right now I can't bring myself to look at him.

You don't lie.

They were the words I'd spoken to Percy that night. If anything I think that's what the worst thing is, I think that's what hurts the most. In all the time we've been friends Percy's never once lied to me. No matter what he's always told me the truth. It's who he is, he's incapable of lying or at least I thought he was.

All the time we've been friends he's never once lied to me. Why start now? Why can't he just tell me the truth? Whatever's going on, whatever he's gotten himself mixed up in, I can help. I want to help him. Why won't he trust me with the truth? Honestly, going back in time! I can't believe he actually expects me to buy that crap!

I knew you wouldn't believe me.

Of course I don't believe him, I can't believe him it's a bunch of complete nonsense. But…that look in his eyes when he was speaking. I've seen that look before. It was years ago now, back when he first told me about Flint and the bullying. From the second he started talking I hadn't doubted for even a second that he was telling me the truth. I knew he was, I could tell from the look in his eyes. It was the same look he had in his eyes when he spun me this lie about time travel. What if…

No! No, no, no! It's not true, it can't be. There's no such thing as time travel. Then again until Hogwarts I never thought that magic existed either. Just because I don't believe in something doesn't mean it isn't true. Wait! What the hell am I thinking!?

If everything I've told you is insane, if everything I've told you is a lie then explain to me how I knew Pettigrew was Scabbers.

As his words run through my mind I find myself coming to a stop. No matter how much I argue, no matter how much I convince myself otherwise his words come back to me every time. How could he have known? How could he have known about Scabbers? What he said was true. No matter how much I try to argue against it I know for a fact that he wrote that list before the rat was revealed to be Pettigrew. I can deny it from now till the end of time but it'll still be true.

How could he have known?

And there we go. Poor Percy, Oliver doesn't believe him but then again would anyone actually believe him? However it looks like Oliver might be having his doubts. Hopefully we'll get another update on the go before long. Until then, bye bye x