Booklover0608: It is ominous, but Sirius is definitely the type of friend who is loyal and would do anything to keep his friends safe.
Angel No Yami: I'm glad you liked it. I'm going to start having more Harry/Lily interaction, it just hasn't been fitting in with the plot recently. And the Host is definitely better written then Twilight, granted I read it when I was 14, but the story line is unique and much better than Twilight.
SuperHeroFanGurl: I'll have to give that series a shot!
Breezers2000: Well that's ironic, isn't it? Lol I'm glad you like the story!
Anele1996: I feel like if Sirius had known what would happen to James and Lily, this is how he would've reacted.
For everyone who reviewed, thank you!
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
With the excitement of getting his beloved godfather back and trying to keep their secret, Harry realized it had been weeks since he worked on getting past the wards of Gaunt house. Time was beginning to slip through his fingers and he didn't have a second time turner at his disposal to get it back. With that in mind, he decided to skip another trip to the Room of Requirement, and go straight to the one place that seemed to always have answers for one Hermione Granger; the library.
After smartly avoiding the Marauders, wondering what on earth they were even doing in the library, he headed toward the back of the massive room to the less used sections and began his search. Thirty minutes in, with tension building behind his eyes, he finally found a tome that might be of some use. Wards for the Devious and Cunning.
He promptly checked it out and headed back to Sirius' rooms, knowing that the older man was still in class, leaving Harry with a few uninterrupted hours of research. He thumbed through the chapters, knowing that most of the wards were far too tame for Tom Riddle's tastes, until he stumbled upon the blood wards.
Blood wards are the strongest and most reliable forms of protection. There are two types; the first is familial blood wards, in which only family members are under protection, and the second is the offering of one's blood as a sacrifice, as a means of entry.
The rest of the article was torn off.
The Restricted Section it is, then. Harry thought to himself as he set the large book down. Maybe I'm over thinking this. He shook his head. What if Voldemort was so full of himself that he simply warded the house with Parseltongue, thinking he was the only living Parselmouth? It was a thought to consider, and if he didn't find anything promising in the Restricted Section that night, then he would try hissing his way past the wards tomorrow.
"Harry," Sirius said, walking through the portrait and setting down his book bag, delighted to know that he wouldn't have to hunt his godson down, "What do you say to a little drink in Hogsmeade?"
Harry smiled, while casually putting the book he'd been reading into his bag, "I'm underage."
The older man laughed, "Since when has that ever stopped you? Come on, it'll be fun. And just what we need after the stressful week we've been having."
"So are we back to you being 'careless Sirius', then?" Harry said seriously, shouldering his bag and getting up to leave.
Sirius looked at the teenager, taking in the circles under his eyes and the pinched look on his face, "Harry, what's done, is done. I'm only trying to save us both the pain by not trying to fix something that can't be changed. I want them back as much as you do, you know that." He whispered.
Harry clenched his jaw, "Better to have tried. And it doesn't seem like you want to put in the effort."
"Don't you dare say that to me, of all people, Harry Potter!" Sirius yelled, taking an angry step towards the raven haired boy, "Your parents meant the world to me, they were the only family I had besides you and Remus! I would give anything to have them back, so don't you dare throw that in my face!"
Harry flinched, but the fury burning inside him pushed his guilt at hurting his godfather aside, "Well, here's your chance to 'give anything to have them back'! It's sitting right in front of your face but you're too damned scared to try! Even if it fails, wouldn't you rather know that you gave it your best shot then to have not even tried?" He said hoarsely, searching for an answer on the man's gaunt face.
"No. Messing with the past is dangerous. If we change one thing, it will positively or negatively alter another. Do you know what that means? We could save your parents' lives, yes, but at what cost? Changing something as drastic as saving two lives that had a huge impact on the Wizarding world could ruin the lives of thousands. Voldemort would still be in power, instead of ten years of peace. Many more muggleborns would be targeted, including their families, and I'm sure that if Voldemort had ten more years of influence, the war would've spread to the muggles and surrounding countries."
"Not if we do it the right way. I have a plan, a good –"
"You don't get it, do you? We could do some serious damage. If we mess with this enough, you might not even be born!" He choked, his throat tightening and his eyes misting at the thought. He looked at his solemn godson, "We would be playing with thousands of innocent people's lives. I truly loved your parents, and as much as James was like a brother to me and I want nothing more than to have him back, the thought of losing you again, Harry, is unbearable."
Harry stood there, shocked. He hadn't expected the reason Sirius was so hesitant was because he feared losing him. "I – Sirius, I'm not going anywhere. How many times have I had attempts on my life and I'm still here." He joked, trying to lighten the mood.
Sirius' frown, if possible, turned down even more, "This isn't funny."
Harry sighed, running a hand through his hair, "I know. But I have a plan – and before you shoot it down – it's Dumbledore's idea." Saying Dumbledore, he realized, was like saying the magic word.
Sirius Black was in a sticky situation.
Sitting on the window sill of their dorm room was the Potter's family owl and in his hand was the letter Mr. Potter had sent his son. In it was Sirius' family tree and he knew there was no way the Marauders could see it, or at least the real one. He opened the letter, briefly reading Mr. Potter's reply to James about the broom he wanted, and then skipping to the official Ministry document that was behind it. Sirius pulled out his wand, reciting the spell he needed in his head before running his wand over the parchment and saying, "Rescribo." He watched as the branch that held the first Sirius Black's date of birth and death changed from 1877-1952 to 1937 - . Satisfied, he placed everything back in the envelope and sealed the package, making it look untouched.
He breathed a sigh of relief and decided he deserved something sweet to eat for all the stress he'd had to endure. Sirius left his dorm and headed for the kitchens, a slight skip in his step and feeling lighter than he had in weeks.
Harry, after discussing his brilliant plan with his godfather, decided he should give the Room of Requirement another shot. On his way there, he heard someone whistling 'God Rest Ye Merry Hippogriff' and as he rounded the next corner, he ran into the whistler, none other than the 16 year old Sirius Black.
Harry took a quick step back, "Er, I'm sorry." He said awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck nervously and slowly making his way around the other teen. "I'll be sure to watch where I'm going next time, Black." And with that, he walked as fast as he could to the next hallway, not looking back once.
Not that Sirius Black would've known what to say to him, now that he knew who Harry really was.
"So, are you going to tell me just what you've been doing shut in that magical room, Harry?" Lily asked her son as he sat down for dinner. "This is the first time I've seen you since our defense class two days ago." She said accusingly, sounding a little hurt.
Harry looked at his plate guilty, "Sorry, Lily. I've been helping Sirius out with his lesson plans. He's got some intense stuff planned." He hoped he sounded convincing. The last thing he wanted was his mother knowing the kind of danger he was putting himself in He'd get an earful.
Alice looked at him oddly and grabbed another bread roll. She kept glancing between Lily and Harry suspiciously, searching for signs of any 'fraternizing'.
"Alice," Lily ground out, fed up and furious at her best friend's behavior, "There is nothing going on between Harry and me, so stop –" she nearly snarled, surprising her friend and son, "acting like that or you can sit somewhere else."
Alice looked at redhead before staring down at her lap for a while, "I'm sorry. I – I know you wouldn't do that to James –"
"No I wouldn't and as my best friend, you should know better than to treat me like some common harlot."
Alice flushed, embarrassed, "Anyway, it's just that I know something is going on. And well, frankly, I'm a bit hurt that you won't tell me what it is."
Lily glanced at Harry, those same green eyes widening in worry, "It's not my secret to tell and it isn't Harry's, either. Please, Alice, try to understand. You know I would tell you anything if I could."
Her friend frowned and she knew that wasn't the answer she had been hoping for. But Alice thought that she would get answers eventually and resumed eating, smiling lazily at the green eyed duo. Taking that as a hint, Lily let out a relieved sigh, glad to have her friend back and Harry smiled, saying, "So just what were you and Frank doing the other night coming out of that broom cupboard?
Alice flushed a brilliant shade of red and nearly choked on her pumpkin juice.
And with that, their little trio returned to normal.
"Runes." Harry breathed, in awe of the shear simplicity. Could the answer to breaking the wards really be that simple?
Harry slammed the book shut with a brisk snap, his heart pounding,and nearly ran to Sirius' quarters, knowing the man would be furious if he left alone.
"Sirius!" He yelled, bursting through the portrait, only to see the young Sirius Black sitting in his godfather's living room, with said godfather's brow furrowed in stress. "Er, what's going on?" Harry asked, placing his large book on a side table and looking anxiously between the two men.
"Mr. Black here wanted to know more about why my family was disowned." The silence that followed the older man's words was long and awkward. Harry ran a hand through his disheveled hair, trying to ignore the way the other teen was staring at him.
"I hope you found the answers you were looking for. Now if you don't mind, I need the Professor."
The other teen nodded and got up, looking at his older self and nearly smiling at how odd that sounded. As he walked passed Harry, he stopped and ran his eyes over the familiar face of his best friend, with eyes that held a deep sorrow that Lily's lacked. He almost said something to Harry about knowing his identity, but the fear of having his memory erased and not being able to save his friend's life kept his lips closed.
"Nelson." He said with no hostility and walked out the door.
"What was all that?" Harry asked, "What did you tell him?"
Sirius sighed and sat back down, running a tired hand over his tired face, "I just stuck with the story we told them. Do you have any idea how hard it is to lie to yourself? Literally?" Sirius shook his head at the thought, "This whole situation is crazy. I really hope this plan of yours works, Harry. The sooner, the better."
"Actually," Harry began, smiling. The confrontation with Black already forgotten in his excitement, "I think faze one can begin. The sooner, the better."
And that is how the duo found themselves at the Gaunt house. "Cheerful place, isn't it?" Sirius said, suppressing a shudder. "Is it safe to walk into that sorry looking pile of rubbish? The Shrieking Shack looks more stable."
"Of course it isn't, Padfoot. What, did you expect this to be a nice little walk in the park?" Harry said sarcastically, pulling out his wand and hissing "Open," at the dead snake on the door. The hinges creaked as it opened, nearly falling off the hinges.
"Ugh, it's even worse inside!" Sirius proclaimed, squinting his eyes to see in the gloomy light, "What's the point of having windows if they're too damned dirty to see through?"
Harry shook his head and looked around the dirty room, paying close attention for traces of magic.
A low sound came from the corner of the room and as Harry cautiously made his way to it, he realized it was faint, indecipherable hissing. The floor boards were slightly raised at the corner of the wall and Harry knew this was it.
Taking out the knife he had conjured earlier, he pricked his finger, hearing Sirius splutter in anger behind him. With the blood pooling on his index finger, he drew a straight, vertical line on the floor with a diagonal line connecting on the bottom slanted to the left – pointing up - and a similar line connecting on the top slanted to the right – pointing down. The rune for immortality.
The hissing grew louder, "Keep me safe," it was saying, and Harry withdrew his hand. A bright beam of light shot out of the floor, the floor boards seeming to melt away and revealing a golden box tucked under the worn wood.
"Open." He hissed, the lid to the box popping open. Inside laid a perfect gold ring with a black stone. Harry ignored the compulsion to touch it and closed the lid, picking up the box and returning to Sirius.
"So let me get this straight. You want to break into Dumbledore's office, steal Gryffindor's sword, scurry into the Chamber of Secrets, kill possibly the most dangerous creature in the world, and use the sword now covered in basilisk venom to destroy the ring, correct?"
Harry nodded, amazed that his godfather said all that in one breath, "Well, technically, we could use a basilisk tooth, too."
Sirius looked at him from across his sitting room, "Are you insane? If you think I'm going to let you do that, Harry –"
"It's not like I haven't before. And I was twelve." He interrupted, crossing his arms and acting very much like the twelve year old he had been when he killed the giant snake. "I have a plan, of course."
Sirius sighed, "Another one of your brilliant plans. Great."
Harry frowned, "I don't have Hermione here to figure things out, so I have to be the brains of the operation now."
"And what am I? Chopped liver?"
"Sirius, you know that's not what I meant. But it's a genius plan. I'm going to take a rooster down there with me and make it crow. Instantly kill the basilisk. Then, I'll take the sword, cover it in venom, and destroy the ring."
Sirius couldn't deny that he was impressed, "Roosters don't crow on demand, Harry."
"And that's the part I was hoping you could help me out with. Have you ever cast an Imperius curse before?"
"So there really is another Sirius Black in your family." James said in disbelief. "Who would've thought our crazy professor was telling the truth."
"I'm hoping this means you're going to let all this drama go, James. I'm talking about Nelson as well." Remus said seriously, the stress of trying to keep his friend at bay finally showing.
"What does knowing our professor was telling the truth have anything to do with that evil Nelson?" James asked, seeing Remus frown and wondering why Sirius was doing the same.
"Maybe Remus is right, James. I think we should let it go." Sirius stated, seeing Peter's eyes go wide at his words.
"But Padfoot, you were the one was so against Nelson in the first place." Peter said, sitting on the bed paging through the latest edition of Witch Weekly.
"Well, yes. But Nelson hasn't done anything suspicious lately. And because we've spent so much energy following him around, our pranking has been neglected. We've become a disgrace to the Marauder name." Sirius said sadly, bowing his head in distress.
James and Peter looked at each other and nodded, "I suppose you're right. We'll get back to Nelson later."
Remus shook his head and scowled, "You're all mad." And with that, he left; robes billowing behind him in such a way that would make Professor Snape proud.
James sighed, "It's like Moony's wand has been permanently in a knot. He's been a cranky git."
"Maybe he's met someone and his wand really is in a knot." Peter said, casually turning a page in his magazine, "I mean, think about it. It makes sense."
"Wormtail, did you get that idea from that girl crap again?" James asked while Sirius considered ripping said girl crap up and burning it.
"Certainly did. This stuff is fascinating. You guys should try reading it some time."
James walked across the room to Peter and read the front cover, "Oh yes. I'd be delighted to read about this year's most eligible bachelor." Then he scowled and gagged, "Lucius Malfoy, really? With his golden locks and dashing grey eyes, who wouldn't want a piece of this rich bad boy? Narcissa Black better watch out! Ugh, why do you read this stuff, Peter? It's ghastly!"
Sirius frowned, "They forgot to add how having a dark mark adds to his bad boy persona."
"It's been a while since we've seen each other." James breathed, wrapping his arms around Lily in a hug. "I've missed you."
"James, it's been a few hours." She laughed, sinking into his arms and burying the feeling of guilt, of hiding the existence of their son from him, deep down.
"Class doesn't count, Lils. You sit three rows in front of me with Alice and Nelson." He pulled away from her and looked down at her face accusingly. "What do you see in him, anyway?"
She sighed and started walking forward, grabbing his hand and lacing their fingers together in an attempt to calm him, "Besides the fact that he looks just like you?" He frowned and started pulling away, but she kept her grip firm, "James, please, let's not talk about this, ok? He's my friend, and while I wish you could see the good in him – don't look at me like that, James Potter! He's a good man. You're just too stubborn to see it! Why can't you just give him a chance?" She asked, wanting their son to get to know his father before it was too late. She shuddered and buried that memory, too.
"He's dark, Lily. The hissing coming from his trunk, he's a Parslemouth! He's full of lies, why can't you see that?" He pleaded, hazel eyes boring into her own emerald green.
She pulled her hand out of his, "Just because he chooses not to tell you his entire life story, James, does not make him a liar! And who are you to judge on what characteristics makes someone dark? What, with having a werewolf for a best friend? Remus is a good person, despite his condition. And being a Parslemouth is hereditary, so if he is one, he can't control it!" She yelled, looking at his shocked face.
"You have your faults, James, but I had hoped you had moved passed being a hypocrite." And with that, she walked off, leaving the messy haired teen to gape at her retreating figure.
He heard a stifled sob come from down the hall and with guilt weighing heavily at his heart, he started to follow her.
As he rounded the next corner, he saw her crying into the shoulder of his carbon copy. He felt his insides grow cold at the sight and just when he was about to say something, Nelson spoke, "I'm sorry, Lily." And Nelson looked up, staring straight at James with the most haunted eyes he'd ever seen. In that moment, James saw him for what he really was; a teenager that had been through indescribable suffering. But his next words shattered the thought, "It's rude to eavesdrop, Potter."
Harry let go of his mother as she turned around to see James, a frown appearing on her face. It broke Harry's heart to see her in such pain. And it was his fault. "I'll see you around, Lily. I'll be with the Professor." He walked toward his father and as he passed, he stopped to whisper, "Hate me all you want, but it's not an excuse to treat her like this. Don't do it again, understand?"
For once in his life, James kept his smart reply to himself and nodded.
If he couldn't protect both his parents, he would at least protect his mother.
The rune for immortality is actually real. And the idea of using the imperius on a rooster came from the story Adrift in a World by Miss Whisker which is an excellent story, though sadly unfinished. My idea is slightly different, though.