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The next part: Quote: Chapter Two: Echoes in Time
Sirius’ eyes shut as he lowered his head in disbelief.
“This cannot be happening now,” he spoke aloud to himself as he raised his hands to cover his face. Once more, he was trapped and could not help Harry.
“This is Dumbledore’s doings,” he muttered to himself in anger as he lifted his head. “I’ll show him! I’ll get out of this place and help-“ His voice trailed off as he stared at the empty room. The only thing that could be seen were a few shattered glasses and books knocked out of bookshelves.
Deciding to walk around and enter from anther side, Sirius began to take a few steps forward, not able to see in front of him. It was pitch black as his eyes tried to adjust to the darkness but it was no use. He had no idea where to go and no idea where to-
The fear of falling came to a sudden halt as he scanned the emptiness around. No beginning, no end. “Hello,” his cracking voice called out, but no one seemed to answer, not even an echo. A grey mist filled the air as he took a deep breath and groaned. The last thing his grey eyes captured while he was in the room was his dear cousin, Bellatrix Lestrange. The look of surprise came across Sirius’ face as he realized she did it, the very thing he thought she was scared to do, raise her wand. The casting spell did not hurt him, but what exactly did he fall through?
Only a draft was felt through his long locks of hair as he began to walk forward from where he stood. Taking a deep breath, Sirius huffed in desperation. He knew that Harry was in trouble and finding a way back to the Ministry was his only destination.
“Light,” he spoke once again as he raised an eyebrow. “I need a light, please.” He began speaking to himself as a sly smile emerged. “Now where were you when I needed you a while back? Lumos!” A brightness shown from the tip of his wand as he shifted from side to side for a sign of anything familiar to him.
“What is this place?” he asked himself, narrowing his eyes as he searched around the mist. He paused for a moment as a confused look entered his face. “I guess if I start answering myself, I’m in big trouble, eh?” He raised and eyebrow and shook his head realizing it was beginning. He was answering his own questions but only in a silent way of thinking.
As he walked forward, the brightness only showed nothing more than the clouded mist that surrounded him. He had no concept of where he was or what was in front of him. For all he knew, he could walk straight into a wall, never knowing it was there, but his aching head would tell him otherwise.
“Finally,” he spoke out loud, finding what seemed to be another beam of brightness up ahead. He slowly followed being very careful with not knowing what was around the corner. For all he knew, the Death Eaters could have created this just to throw him off his course of winning. “And I was winning at that,” he spoke as he stopped for a moment and straightened his lapel. “Umph! Take that Bellatrix!”
Gaining closer grounds to the shimmering radiance, he took a deep breath and closed his eyes for just a moment. He needed time to collect a few thoughts before entering into something he knew absolutely nothing about, but before he was completely finished …
“Ah ha,” he shouted as he jumped in front of the light, having both feet land at the same exact time. His wand gripped firmly within his right hand as his left hand was empty, but ready for a fight. “What the-,” he spoke as he looked around to find nothing more than the gleaming light that shown and the same exact mist that followed him everywhere.
“This is absurd! This is…is…WHAT IS THIS?!?” The frustration was beginning to wear Sirius’ nerves as he pulled on his long locks of hair. He knew Harry needed help. He knew that the Death Eaters knew exactly where they were: the Ministry. He knew that there was a fight going on, but he could not do anything, nothing at all.
Suddenly, the luminary brightness began to dance, flickering on and off. Low speaking voices could be heard as if they were walking closer and closer to him. Sirius blinked his eyes several times as if he could clear up exactly what was in front of him.
“He’s just a filthy git ya’know,” he heard a familiar voice speak.
“Yeah, he’s in dyer need of shampoo!” another familiar voice said.
“I’ve got it! Let’s turn him upside down and dip his head into the lake. It would be a simple way to wash it.”
Now that was James…me…Remus, Sirius thought to himself as he began to see images within the sparkling light. “It’s-It’s us! Hogwarts!” His eyes widened as he began to watch a past memory from within his school years.
“I’ll get him myself,” a short squatty boy squawked with his wand in hand as if he were fighting with swords.
“Pathetic little-“ Sirius began to say with a look of disgust on his face. “Your time will come Peter Pettigrew.”
”Cool it, Wormtail,” a young Sirius began to speak. “The only thing you are going to do is-“
“OUCH!”
“Yep! Poke Mooney in the butt…or at least what little butt he has.” Sirius and James began to chuckle loudly as Remus began to rub his backside for a moment.
“Watch where you point that thing, Wormtail,” Remus demanded. “Oh, and you two…” He stopped walking for a moment and turned his back towards Sirius and James. “Do you really think my bum is too small?” He began to shake his backside back and forth a couple of times.
“Umm, not my type, Mooney,” James stated as he looked off into the distance. There he took notice of a beautiful red-head walking down towards the lake.
SLAP!
“OUCH!” Remus yelped once more as he began rubbing his backside once more.
“Well, don’t stick it out if you don’t want it slapped!” Sirius laughed as he kept walking forward. “Besides, Prongs here is more interested in Lily’s-“
“Hey! Don’t say anything about her!” James quickly cut off Sirius by covering his mouth. “We don’t speak of her that way!”
Sirius began to mumble behind James’ hand as if he were saying something worthy of hearing.
“What did you say, Padfoot?” James eyed Sirius with one raised eyebrow.
“Nothing! Nothing at all!” Sirius spoke with a haughty grin, trying to keep this laughter under control.
“I heard what he said and he said-“ Peter began but was cut off by Sirius once more.
“Let’s not spoil the mood here, Wormtail!”
Sirius began to laugh remembering that particular moment too well. He loved being with the Marauders, even though Peter turned out to be nothing more than a snitch himself.
“I could sit and watch those all day long,” he said as the memory faded and the bright light disappeared. “Oh! Hey! Come on! Don’t go away!”
He took a deep breath and ran his fingers through his hair. It was hard seeing James again even though it was only a memory crushed between the thoughts of Sirius’ mind. “Good times! Good times indeed,” Sirius said to himself once more.
The light began to shine once more in Sirius’ direction. His face lit up thinking that it was going to be another silly Marauders moment but this time, he knew exactly where he was, the Black Family house.
”HE IS NO SON OF MINE!” a woman’s voice screamed from a room below.
The room was pitch black with two beds on either side of it. One bed seemed to be inhabited by someone pretending to sleep. Suddenly, the door flew opened and hit the occupied bed.
“Hey watch it!” a young voice spoke as they rose from the bed.
“Shut it, Regulus!” Sirius spoke out of anger towards his brother.
“What’d ya’ do now, glorious brother of mine?” Regulus ginned evilly.
Sirius flicked the light on with his wand and walked over to a set of chest of drawers. He opened one drawer and began throwing his clothes into an opened chest. When one drawer was emptied, he began on the second drawer without a care in the world as to how his items laid.
“I NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD HAVE A SON THAT WAS A GRYFFINDOR! NEVER!” the woman’s voice began to draw closer and closer as if she were climbing the stairs.
“Aww! Poor wittle Sirius running away from home?” Regulus spoke as he gave his best impression of crying.
“Shut it, Regulus!” Sirius spoke once more without loosing his concentration on filling his chest.
“Mummy mad at you? Is Mummy going to ground you?” This time Regulus started his laughing as he watched his big brother packing his bags. “It’s about time you left this place!”
Sirius cut his eyes in Regulus’ direction without saying a word. He quickly took off his shirt and replaced it with a white school shirt. There was no time to button his shirt. He quickly shut his trunk and opened the window with his wand.
“You know that no one is going to miss you and your smelly self, Sirius. You know that you are not loved by anyone so where are you going to go?”
“I said shut it, Regulus, and this time I mean business!” he stated once more as he threw his chest out the window of the Black house.
“Like you scare me, you filthy mudblood lover!”
Sirius stopped dead in his tracks before climbing out the window. He turned slowly towards Regulus, his eyes swimming with hate. “What did you say?”
“You heard me! Do I have to say it again? Filthy Mudblood lov-“
POW!
Sirius’ fist landed in the middle of Regulus’ face causing his nose to bleed. “MUMMY!!” Regulus screamed aloud and his hands flew up to his face and held his nose. He quickly ran out of the room, leaving Sirius alone to do as he pleased.
Sirius stood up on the lever of the window, the wind blowing his shirt opened. Without looking back, Sirius jumped landing on his feet. He grabbed his trunk and ran for James’ house.
“Great!” Sirius said as he rolled his eyes with a sour look upon his face. “That was just the memory I wanted to witness all over again.” He turned on his heels and began to walk away, not knowing if the light was going to shine another memory again.
“Not again!” he spoke as he realized there was the same sort of brightness as before. “I can’t take this!”
Sirius turned around once more as another memory began to play…
A lighted room filled with several people all sitting around talking. James, however, paced the floor with his hands folded behind his back.
“Look, mate, you need some sleep,” Sirius stated as he placed his hands on James’ shoulders.
“How can I sleep at a time like this?” James peered over the rims of his glasses looking into Sirius’ eyes as if he were trying to find the right answers to his question.
“At least sit down for a moment. It will not come any faster; nature plays its hands at this. There is nothing that you can-“
Both men stopped and turned towards the room where the cries could be heard. James’ stunned face turned to pure happiness while Sirius’ mouth dropped to the floor.
“It’s a boy!” the nurse cried out to the room. Everyone jumped to their feet with joy and began patting James on the shoulder, but he did not move.
“Did she say it was a boy?” James asked, still looking forward at the doorway.
“She did, mate,” Sirius said in a calm voice as he looked towards James once more.
“Are you serious?”
“Yes, I’m Sirius! Nice to meet you Mr. Potter!”
James cut his eyes towards his best friend and gave him a questionable look. “Thanks for that!”
James walked towards the room where the nurse came out of, Sirius followed behind. There lying in the bed still as beautiful as ever, was Lily, holding a baby in her arms.
“Say hello to daddy, Harry,” Lily spoke in a soft voice as a silent tear rolled down her cheek.
“My b-boy,” James said through tears.
“What’s his name?” Sirius asked as he kept trying to peek at the little baby wrapped in a white blanket. “Come on! You all can do this sappy stuff later!”
James turned around and pushed the rims of his glasses to his face. “It’s not sappy at all. You just wait until you have one of your own one day.”
“Never! This is as close as I get!” Sirius looked to the sleeping baby once more. “I’m not having one of those!”
“Then would you consider being his Godfather?” Lily asked as she placed her hand on top of James. The baby cooed to the sound of his mother speaking so softly.
“Yes, Harry James Potter needs a Godfather, if you will have him.” The smile on James’ face was more than Sirius had ever seen, including his wedding day with Lily. James picked baby Harry up in his arms and held him up for Sirius to see as well. “Just look at that baby!” James stated as he brought him back down and held him in his arms.
“Me? Godfather?” Sirius had never known a true love until this very moment. A Godfather to a baby was more than words could ask for and at this point, Sirius could only nod ‘yes’ to the question asked from his loving friends.
The flash of light disappeared again, this time a tear fell down Sirius’ cheek. “That was beautiful,” he said to himself as a smile reappeared upon his face.
The light shown for one last moment, this time it was nothing more than different flashes of his life. From the ceremony of nominating Sirius as Harry’s Godfather, to Sirius playing with Harry in the middle of the floor at James and Lily’s house. It was nothing more than his life with Harry, until the last memory.
“I’ll kill you Pettigrew, if it’s the last thing I ever do!”
Sirius recognized the scene that played before him. It was the last scene before he was sent off to Azkaban, the last scene that Peter ran off like the coward he was. A bright shinning light came through as Peter killed the innocent muggles around him and disappeared, and thus with this light, the real Sirius watching these events, fell backwards and passed out.
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When I look into the
MIRROR OF ERISED
all that I see is
YOU
*wink*
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