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[Sirius Orion Black III]

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Sirius knew he should have been sleeping, but sleep hadn't been any easy thing to come by since the attack. He wanted people to think everything he saw didn't bother him, but that wasn't the case at all. A lot had bothered him, and he had seen people die. He didn't ever want to think that could happen right in front of him, right under Dumbledore's nose. And the best part? He was sure it could and would happen again. His parents were working for this vile man, and they wanted him to be part of it too, and he wouldn't. He was a bully, and a jerk, but he would be a deadman before killing someone innocent, or anyone at all really.

And now? Everyone was on edge, "exchange students" or whatever they were called continued to just keep showing up. Teachers changed, others were dead, and for what? Why? Who could answer that for him? The whys in life where what got to him sometimes. Why did people die? Why are pure bloods supposedly better then half bloods or Muggleborn? Why? Who made these decisions, and why did they make them? These questions had plagued him night after night while his friends slept, or pretended to sleep. He had been pretending for days, and eventually he got sick of it. He waited till his friends were sleeping, and he just got up, and walked out of the dorm. He didn't want to disturb them if they were able to rest.

And, the why's and questions weren't the only thing to plague him recently. He was beginning to get stirrings for someone, and that scared him. He didn't believe in love, or anything of the like, or not romantic love anyhow. He'd seen one couple in his life truly happy, but one wasn't enough to make up for everything. Love seemed to lead to insanity, and children and insane children did nothing for anyone. And most around him had arranged marriages. Screw that rot and the boat it rode in on. He would never be forced to marry someone, he couldn't love they so why should they be plagued with his issues? Could he love at all? Course he could, no homo, but he loved his friends more then anything. They were his whole world, and he would do anything to show them that, but that wasn't the same. Did he love her? Maybe, but she was hiding something, and she was most likely no different then him, Ave was. And, that could get either of them no where. So, instead of facing the facts, he shoved them away, and sat alone, awake in the dark.

And, as he did, he could hear someone else coming. He didn't know who it was, but he didn't really care to be honest. He sat in a chair by the fire, his wand on the floor beside him. This was the first night in a while he'd been able to put it down. He stared towards the wall, and he could see anyone coming in or out of the rooms, or anyone coming down from the dorms. He didn't really expect to see anyone, but it seemed he would be surprised yet again. As the portrait hole was opened and closed, he furrowed his brow as a boy he thought he knew all too well moved through the common room. "Where's the fire, mate? Weren't you sleeping?" He asked, his voice slightly perplexed. "Regular Houdini you are, Potter; saw you in the dorms dead asleep not 15 minutes ago." He tried to sound cheery and happy to see who he assumed was his best mate, but his voice held definite signs of fatigue.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] Well, perhaps today just wasn't one for a morning study session. Not that Harry was complaining: he wondered how much he'd actually remember about the work he did after he woke up from the nap he was headed to, anyway. Besides, he left his mother and a younger version of Severus Snape--looking considerably less embittered, though he supposed that would come only with time. Well, perhaps not. He hoped the conversation he'd had with Lily, a great idea or not, would allow for some flexibility in the times. They certainly did need it: Harry heard about the attack on Halloween, and imagined it must have had something to do with his and his friends' arrival in the time they were now. After all, it hadn't happened the first time around. And maybe that change was all they needed to make a difference in his past--and their futures? He sighed as he continued to shuffle sleepily through the halls. One could only hope at this point: little was really known about the future, even for those who had come from it. So many things were changing, it was as if he was no better off than someone who actually belonged in this year. Maybe it was better that way: too many people--good people--died the first time around, and although there had been a death toll already, Harry hoped it would turn out, in the end, to be significantly smaller. He also hoped that Voldemort would be dead--properly dead--long before 1996. When he arrived at the portrait to the Gryffindor Common Room, he found the Fat Lady surprisingly awake for the hour. Good, then he wouldn't have to shout to get into his own Common Room. "Gryffindor Cup," he whispered, and the woman obliged, The portrait swung open and he stepped into the familiar setting--it was not different now than it was when he remembered it. The Common Room was still darkened, though the fire crackled merrily further in and the sun was just beginning to peak over the horizon. Well, Harry had hardly planned on seeing the sunrise, but if he would there was nothing for it. He didn't expect in the fading darkness to be accompanied by another, but a voice from by the fire told him otherwise. "Siri-?" he began, walking around to the front so he could see the source of the voice. Ah, yes, it was Sirius, just not the one he was accustomed to seeing. "Ah, hullo," he said shrugging off his bag and shifting his Firebolt, which he had kept with him after practice, to his other hand. "Ah, well, I've been known to disappear and reappear in the most opportune manners, but no, I was not just asleep." 'I wish I was, though..' He sighed, slouching into one of the other chairs that surrounded the fire, lounging it sideways. It was great just to do that much after sitting in the god awfully uncomfortable wooden chairs in the Library. "You sound like you ought to be asleep still. You might want to get on that." He yawned and laid his head back, rolling his shoulders a bit in to confines of the chair. Perhaps he ought to be listening to his own advice.

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[Sirius Orion Black III]

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These new kids, what could it mean? Hogwarts had never had transfers before, and call him closedminded, but he didn't like the idea of new kids and teachers on his turf. Thing of him as a thug or however else you wanted to, but they came off as threats to him, and he didn't take threats well. He wasn't able to process the idea of sharing girls, attention or, hell even, DETENTION with anyone other then the Potter boy, Lupin on occasion and hardly ever, Pettigrew. He just didn't like having things change, and recently, since he'd run from home, things were starting to have normal rings to them, and he would have preferred that not to change if it were the same to anyone else, but he guessed, however the kids and teachers ended up here, it wasn't the same to whatever Powers that Be were out there.

He could have sworn his best mate as asleep, but there he was. He even has his broom with him. Where had he been!? Sirius had also never seen those clothes before."Yeah, Siri-....Though, I figure you wouldn't want to call me what girls usually did trying to be cute, but if you want to call me that, I can answer to it all the same." So...Potter took his broom, which also looked different come to think of it, went for a fly, shopped for new clothes, changed into those clothes and had time to get all the way back in the castle without him knowing it? He blinked, and he looked over the boy. Had his friend shrunk too? Everything about this seemed strange. Polyjuice potion? He furrowed his brow. "So, did you have fun wherever is was you were?" His voice almost sounded pointed, but not as strongly as it could have been.

He wasn't just asleep? His voice sounded different. Maybe he was just tired. Sirius wasn't liking this though. "If you weren't asleep then I don't know who the snoring animal was in your bed then." He added, his voice still holding a hint of confusion. Sirius pursed his lips in a slight pout, but it was more a pout because he didn't know what was going on. He chewed his lip and looked down for a second, looking up at the other as he spoke again. He snorted, "Not bloody likely, mate. I haven't slept since the attack. Everything's all weird now; weird teachers showing up. Notice that old man in the Defense Class looks a lot like Remus? He doesn't want to admit it, but it totally favors Moony." He said with a happy, but tired expression.

But, he let the demeanor slip when his suspiciouns started to come back about the boy. He gradually pushed off the chair, and he moved towards the boy. His fingers went to the broom the boy held. "Where did this come from?" He tugged at the broom lightly, and he looked down at it, his brow furrowing. "When did you get a Firebolt?" He knew this was a rich kid, much like he had been, but this was something new entirely.

As he stepped closer to the boy, he looked down at him, and he looked at the boy closer. He leaned in, and he put his face right close to the others. "You're not James." He said matter-oh-factly. He smiled a wary, yet highly curious smile. "Who are you? You know who I am, but really I guess who doesn't, but in all seriousness[for lack of a better word >.>] who are you?" The boy looked like James, talked a bit like James and knew who he was. This...was trippy!

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] Harry laughed and waved Sirius' comment off nonchalantly. "Sorry Sirius, just wasn't sure it was you at first. I'm only half awake as it is," he explained, clearly unfazed at the teen's comment, however. It wasn't much different than something he would have said as a man not many years later. Harry shrugged, deciding to let Sirius think he was his father for as long as he wanted. He was too tired to care about correcting him and for once he wasn't met with obsession or hatred over the confusion. Sirius was at least behaving as if he were nothing more than a friend, a comfortable place to find himself. In fact Harry had a feeling the conversation would become more uncomfortable as soon as the eldest Black realized the person he was talking to was not someone he really knew--at that age, anyway--at all. "Oh, of course. I've always enjoyed a good Quidditch Practice at five in the morning. That was only half sarcasm," he added quickly. "Oh, that snoring animal was your mother," he replied quickly and unthinkingly. Good lord, were they rubbing off on him already or was he just that tired? Well, if he wanted to keep dodging the topic of his identity, he supposed he was doing a good enough job. He sighed, face becoming grave when Sirius mentioned the attack. "Ah yeah, I don't suppose anyone would be. I bet the infirmary's been handing out sleeping potions like candy... or condoms." Alright, he really needed sleep, his humor was beginning to deteriorate. Well, not yet. At least his humor would be considerably more welcome with the young Marauder than Hermione or Ginny. "Ah, you noticed the broom," he said, figuring the teen had read the name--the Firebolt hadn't even come out until years later than they time they were in now. "Well," he replied, turning it over in his hand and looking it over with pride, "I didn't get it until you bought it for me in eighteen years. Third Year," he continued conversationally. "The broom I had got utterly destroyed during a game, so you decided to go out and buy me the fastest racing broom in the world. Bloody excellent gift, I'd say," he said with a chuckle. "No, I'm not James. And there's a very good reason that one of those professors favors Moony and the other...well, doesn't really like to get any work done at all. You noticed anything odd about the transfer students and professors, Padfoot?"

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The laugh sounded like James, everything sounded like James, but at the same time, things were so different. He couldn't figure out what was going on here, but he was rather perplexed, but he didn't get an unfriendly reading off the comments made by the others. He wanted to say this wasn't possible, that there weren't two James Potters running around the school, but was it the case? Who knew at this point, Sirius certainly didn't. "You and me both Prongsie." He said with a small smile. He was very tired, but sleep would never come. He wondered if anyone else, anyone else at all, was troubled like he was.

He snorted again. "Well if I knew that, I'd have been out there too. Beats sitting in here alone, that's for damn sure." He said with a mild yawn halfway through the sentence. He wasn't sure on second thought, if being on a broom with this lack of sleep was a good idea. "Well my mother needs to get her fatass out of your bed and stop polluting my space." He said with another yawn.

Another laugh was sent from the Black boy as the Potter mentioned the condoms. "They hand out condoms!? Blimey! I've been missing out on this, you need to share things like this with the rest of the class when you learn them." He said, his voice teasing, but as serious as he was Sirius all the same. Would save him loads of money, that's for damn sure. But, his attention when from the ideas of condoms to his broom. Yeah, he had noticed the broom, and it was a thing of beauty. "This is...something I've never seen before." His voice was far away sounding to his own ears.

And there it was. The boy wasn't James, but he was obviously something to him. He had to be, he bloody looked just like him. Sirius listened as he spoke about the broom. He got it from him, 18 years from now? The connection to James became a bit more clear. "Your his kid, yeah? You have a name besides Potter I assume. You are a Potter, right? He didn't do some sissy thing and take his wife's last name I hope." Sirius knew his mate could have a soft spot for women, but he hoped the soft spot wasn't that large. "Well, I always have been good with gift giving, I myself was a gift to my mother when I was born." He said with an arrogant fashion that he did with everything else. And...the other kids...and teachers. It was Moony? He knew they looked alike! "Thought he seemed familiar...you know, the last time I saw him, once he had clothes on. Tried not to look when he showed up starkers the first time I ran into him."

He pursed his lips, and sat on something in front of the boy. He didn't really care to see what he'd sat on, he wasn't in the fireplace, so he really couldn't care. He looked at the boy, and he truly was the tired spitting image of James. It was very strange. But, at the same time, the boy obviously knew him so he must have had a good connection to the boy, and that meant he and James were still friends. "So..what am I to you now? I assume your father and I are still good friends?"

As he sat,waiting for an answer, it hit him. "Bloody hell, that old man with Moony is me isn't it? I need to talk to myself about shaving." He mused, his eyes going from the boy to the floor for a moment before going back.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] Harry shrugged. He wondered if Sirius knew just how early they'd been up for practice, or how hard they were run. It seemed for all his love of Quidditch, Harry's father was only half as dedicated as Angelina. Then again, Angelina was also a madwoman. He almost doubted he'd have rather been there: he, like most people under her captianship, would most likely wish he was dead fifteen minutes in. Harry sighed and smiled to himself. Well maybe he was being too hard on the guy: after all, for someone who could muster up the willpower to escape Azkaban after thirteen years there, he could probably manage at least a few practices with the Gryffindor Team Captain. "Yes, she should. But at least this way she's quiet: that portrait of her in Grimmauld Place is bloody horrible," he said absentmindedly, shaking his head. Then it sunk in that this Sirius had JUST split the scene there: no doubt the idea that he could have even the slightest connection to that place would more than likely make his skin crawl. Well, if he heard it that is. Harry decided simply to act casual and pretend it never happened. Harry laughed heartily, Sirius' disappointment clear even in the darkness. Oh, his godfather had been quite the whore in his day-- the joke never made it past his head though. "Here, check it out," he said, pushing himself up from the comfort of his chair and walking over to Sirius, holding the Firebolt out for him to inspect. Hey, he bought the bloody thing for him, so Harry figured he was entitled like few others to touch his prized racing broom. "Brilliant, isn't it?" he asked as if he were talking about the most beautiful thing in the world -- though to him it was. "Yeah, I am. And don't worry--no sissiness involved. I'm a Potter as well - Harry," he said, holding out a fist for a bump. It seemed considerably more fitting a way to introduce himself to his young godfather than a handshake. "Oh yes, Im sure," he replied sarcastically, rolling his eyes. "The only gift you are to people is to finally drive them over the edge enough to stick forks in their eyes. You know, you're bloody lucky people like you--for whatever demented reason they may have," he added with a laugh. Nothing he was saying was serious and all in good fun. There was no way he could see Sirius being the sort only good for self inflicted torture. In fact, sans the people who were clearly on the teen's shit list, one could feel cheerier just from being with him. It was the same with older Sirius, and Harry found himself feeling the same way with the younger one, his stress dissipating slowly. "Oh, what, don't tell me you have a problem with watching grown men running about in the nude. Pff, next you're going to tell me you DON'T wish you were Sorted into Slytherin. Anyway, though, you're my Godfather, so I've been blessed-or cursed, perhaps-with having your furry companionship for some time now." Less time than Sirius probably imagined, but long enough for Harry to appreciate it. "Yeah, I don't know why he hasn't shaved. Maybe he wants to be a yeti," he suggested, throwing his hands up in the air in a shrugging motion. "But yes, he--the one who won't let Moony ever get ANY work done? -- heh, yeah, he's you alright. And don't be too harsh, he's not lookin too bad for the kinda shit he'd been getting himself into," he said with a bit of a smirk. Well, it was true alright, but perhaps the facial hair did have to go. He'd have to let his godfather know hiw his young counterpart felt about it later.

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Despite his love of the game, his conviction wouldn't have him up this early. He rolled his shoulders at the thought, and he heard cracks from each shoulder and his face wasn't pleased. He would get ill or something if the like if he didn't sleep soon, he wasn't doing well at all. The boy spoke again, and he wrinkled his nose, smiling lightly. "Portrait? You've been awake too long, last thing we needed was a portrait of the old bat, she's bad enough as is." He said with a smirk. "Glad to be out of there..." He mumbled to himself.

The boy then moved and held out his broom to Sirius. Sirius moved his hands from their current position and reached for the broom. His hands latched onto the smooth part of the broom towards the middle, and he could just tell by the feel of it that this was one hell of a broom. He smiled, "I want to give this a go." He said with a smile. He looked up as the other spoke again. "Beyond brilliant."

So he was a Potter. Couldn't pull a fast one on this Black. He knew Potter better then he knew himself. "Pleasure to meet you, Harry." He raised his fist, and gently knocked it with the other's. He sounded surprisingly nonchalant for having just met his best friend's son while being the same age as he was practically. "People keep me around cuz I'm good in the sack and easy on the eyes, only reasons I'm sure. Though, not sure what your dad's excuse is, wants to be around me so he looks better maybe." He speculated with a smirk. Potter boy was decent looking on his own, but he could tease all the same.

He smiled, looking at the boy. He was James' kid, he could tell by the snide comments, and the edgy attitude. He loved it. It was also rather apparent the boy knew more then most people, that was also refreshing. "So, does Moony teach naked to or was that a one time thing? And apparently some nutters right like to be in Slytherin. I don't know what this world is coming to." He said with a sarcastic tone and a slight shaking of the head. "And, I see you know me pretty well, even things some of my closer friends don't know. Kudos, now I don't have to keep you in the dark like everyone else in this damn castle." He said with a smirk.

He smiled, shrugging. "I do what I do I suppose. I'm sure everyone would rather duel then learn anyhow, who REALLY goes to class to learn? I'd rather get into a fight with people then know how to tell an animagus from a werewolf. I already can do that, and I get the feeling if you know about me then you know about other things too." He was, of course referring to Remus. He smiled again, "So what have I been up to since school?" He asked with a smile, and a tilt of the head.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] "Oh, I can only imagine," he replied with a shake of the head. "I've only ever seen the portrait of her, and I tell you we've been at trying to take the bloody thing off the wall for months. Oh, uh, by we I mean you, Moony, and I. I think we'll need to cut the wall out before we get rid of her with all the Permanent Sticking Charms on it--you know, that might actually work," he said suddenly, sitting forward in his revelation. How had they not thought of that before? Harry laughed as he sat back down, nodding towards the broom and Sirius. "You're more than welcome to. Perhaps later today?" he offered, realizing of course that the offer would probably mean the other Marauder's--and many other students for that matter--would be awake and begging for a go too. Well, he knew one thing for sure: most of them would be disappointed. "Pleasure," he replied, smiling mischievously. "Yes, of course, my father kept you around because you're good in the sack. Right," he said, shaking his head, the smile never leaving his face. "Ah, but no, Moony does not teach naked. He actually was our professor once before, in Third Year, and he was the bloody best teacher we've ever had. In the end his was the only final that people didn't end up getting a few winks in." "And no, you don't have to keep me in the dark at all. Though between you and your older counterpart, I'm bloody well demanding you teach me your little 'doggy' trick," he said, using air quotes around the word doggy, just in case someone was eavesdropping. After all, Sirius--both of them--could get into a lot of trouble for being an illegal Animagus. "Moony's always been too bloody sensible about those things, but I think with a bit more persuasion I can manage to make him come around." Harry nodded. "Yep, I certainly do. And let's see, you've been up to some shit lately, that's for sure. Nothing very exciting, though... let's see, well, in my third year you and Moony got into a pretty nasty scuffle. Sort of a... spur of the moment thing no one was prepared for if you catch my drift," he said. He was sure Sirius already knew that there had to be a lot of preparation and work done to establish a calm situation with Moony when he was a werewolf--and he didn't even need to mention his forgetting to take his Wolfsbane because it wasn't even invented in '76. "Oh, and I kept you from being killed by some Dementors via Hippogriff-back rescue. You know, all in a day's work," he said nonchalantly. "I can tell you right now, you've bloody barely changed between now and then. Just a little more angry at the world, though I think that happens to everyone.

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Sirius could tell he had a good bit of history with the boy. The fact he knew of something in the house that related to his mother implied Sirius could actually go home sometime in the future. If he hadn't actually met his mother, did that mean she was dead? Good, long time coming, if you asked him. Dad too if that was the case. What of Regulas? Wouldn't their golden boy have gotten the house? "So, I have my house then? Where's my brother?" He asked as the other rambled about some picture. "What does she do? I'm sure it's terrible. Is that vile house elf still around?" He asked with a smirk. He liked to know what the future held for him.

He looked up at the boy. He would let him ride this? He liked this kid a lot! He smiled, his head coming into a nod. "Yeah, I'd like that. Probably want to do it away from everyone else though or you'll have the whole teaming wanting a go....team. You play? So what do you play? We're going to have such an advantage now! That's exciting." He mumbled to himself towards the end, though the rest of it was more audible.

It was uncanny how much of the boy's "old" man he could see in him. Sirius was never this open with new people, though he felt like he'd know this boy forever. The jokes came easily, laughs weren't forced. He was very pleased with this development in the weird twist of things going on lately. "I'm sure that's what he wants you to think." He said with a wrinkle of his nose. "Well, that means I can go back to class, I'm glad he doesn't teach naked." He said with a slightly unmanly giggle. Though with a more serious tone, "I do bet he's one hell of a professor though, you know, when I let him get a few words in." He said with a smirk at the end.

He laughed again. Boy did know his stuff, he would give him that. He was even careful about how he mentioned things, guessing that meant he was still illegal in the future. Ah well, what's life without a bunch of unneeded risks? He smiled, reclining a bit. "Yeah, I think you could do it. If Peter's stupid arse could figure it out, I wager a Potter could." Hardly knew the boy but he already held him above the other. He didn't mean to be so hard on his friend, but there was something wormy about him, and his always fishing to get something; be it just approval, he always sought for it, and it was rather pathetic. "Moony can be pretty easy to persuade if you know how to harass him just right." He said with a happy expression. This was the happiest he'd felt in a bit, and he was glad he'd run into this kid.

He listened as the boy spoke. He nodded as he said something of a scuffle. "Did I win?" He asked with a cocky grin in regards to the scuffle with his friend. Dementors?! Was this kid for real? "What did I do to warrant Dementors bothering me?" He asked with a wary laugh. He didn't really know if he wanted to know. "So, what do you parents think of all this? Crazy rescues and scuffles with other friends?" He hadn't even asked who the boys mother was, but the eyes on the boy sort of gave it away, but Sirius could always hope he was wrong and it wasn't Evans. "Wouldn't be myself if I wasn't angry at the world." He said with a smirk.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i54.tinypic.com/2vafwqd.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 400px; height: 500px;] "Yep. You're not bloody happy about it, but a house is a house, and you have been working your ass off to get rid of all the garbage your family had in it. All the Dark items and anything to do with that silly Pureblood mania they all seemed so full of. I honestly don't think you'd even still be there, really, but with all the enchantments and charms on that place to keep its location unknown, it's made a great Headquarters of the Order. I assume Professor Dumbledore's already told you about that at this point?" he asked suddenly, for he had no idea when his parents and their friends first heard about the Order. "Let's see, your brother... well, ah, he's actually dead. Uhm, I don't know a lot about it, but apparently he joined Voldemort, realized it was a very bad mistake and tried to leave--and got killed for it." He sighed, shrugging listlessly, then perking up slightly. "Well, who knows though? Maybe he can be convinced otherwise. I imagine our being here--all of us who've come from ninety-six, would give a lot of people chances for things to go differently." 'Maybe my parents won't die...' he thought, a little bitterly, a little hopefully. "Ah, and your mother. Well, if she notices anyone walk past her--we have a curtain over the portrait most of the time--she'll start shrieking like a banshee, insulting you, insulting Remus, pretty much acting like a complete bitch." He smiled broadly at Sirius' clear eagerness to try the broom out. "You're right about that, and I'm going to tell you right now, there are only a handful of people who I'll actually let ride the thing. I'm the Seeker by the way. I'm not sure how Dumbledore plans to work with so many Quidditch players--basically two teams for each House. If we have double the games for double the teams though, I wouldn't complain. I've never actually seen a Gryffindor game as a spectator--I joined the team in my First Year," he explained, knowing full well what an uncommon occurrence that was. Harry snickered. "Yeah, he is. I'm sure you are, too. Or at least, good enough comic relief. I'm just glad there haven't been any issues yet. I'm not the only transfer student who knows about Remus, you know. That was part of what happened in my Third Year. Most of us didn't care, wanted him to stay our Professor, anyway, but I don't know how students in this time period will feel. After all, and no offense to you, a lot of them ended up being part of the reason he could never get a bloody job," he said bitterly. Harry made an indistinguishable noise of discontent at the mention of Peter. That little bastard. He didn't want to hear or know anything about him, although he knew it would be impossible to avoid it--at least for now. He figured as soon as the rest of the young Marauders heard what he did to his family, to their friends, things would change. As much as he wanted to see a possibility for some redemption in most people (Regulus, Severus), he felt no compassion towards the little rat. As far as he was concerned, killing him before he could turn on his friends was a sufficient change. "Yeah, that's a good point. Just don't mention Peter around them. Or at least, not around you." Remus was not any more forgiving than Sirius, but one thing he had that Sirius did not was self control. Something he imagined Sirius had forgotten--or perhaps never learned--in prison. He cocked his head to the side, thoughtful and quiet for a second. "Well," he said finally, "you didn't actually do anything to warrant the Dementors' attention. You were just in the wrong place at the wrong time. And my parents weren't around for any of that, so they'd no opinions of it." He was on honest person, sometimes to a fault, but he wasn't going to offer the real nature of any of what he'd just said until Sirius pressed further.

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