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Beyond the Veil by Tazzi
Chapter 13 : End of the First Year, Second Time Around
 
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Chapter 13: End of the First Year, Second Time Around

(Sirius’ POV)

“I can tell you, the look on Goyle’s face, when you flew out on the field was priceless.” I told James as I met him outside the Changing Room. The final match of the year had ended and Gryffindor smashed Ravenclaw. Cooper even caught the Snitch, which wasn’t really necessary, but it was a good way to end the year, for Gryffindor at least.

James smirked. “How did Fred take it?”

“I honestly don’t know.” I tried to remember his expression, but it was clouded by all of the cheering and protesting to Madam Hooch’s calls, that Fred proceeded to object to, throughout the game. “Better than we thought…maybe?”

“That’s good.” James nodded in approval. “Davison did a good job announcing the plays. He was better than Ashley thought he would be.”

“I think it was the only way to make everyone happy and not ask too many questions.” I nodded.

Ashley and James had to think of a way, where Davison wasn’t completely out of the picture, but had an explanation to why James was playing instead of Davison. Injured during practice was the best they came up with. James was supposedly a last minute replacement that Dany found, according to Davison’s spill, during the game. He got to narrate play by play and McGonagall seemed satisfied. More so than the time I got to, during one of the first matches that James the first played in. I received a month’s worth of detentions and wasn’t allowed near the Quidditch Pitch until my third year. Apparently, settling one of the Bludgers on fire was against the rules. I chuckled at the memory.

“You know, I never got to thank you.” James said suddenly.

This drew me back to the real world and I turned to him. We were currently walking toward the castle. “Thanked me for what?”

“Lying about the Polyjuice Potion.” James murmured.

“Oh, that.” I shrugged. “No big deal.”

James’ head snapped to me. “It is a big deal, you could have gotten expelled.”

“Naw, McGonagall wouldn’t know what to do with me then.” I shrugged. It was true. If McGonagall expelled me, I would still probably stay at Hogwarts. Maybe I would get a house by Hagrid. I’m probably going to anyways with the way the summer is looking.

Neville couldn’t take me home with him, because his dear wife Hannah would ask too many questions. I didn’t want to put him on the spot. McGonagall was the only other person who knew who I was, and she was staying at the castle so that probably meant that I would too.

“What do you mean?” James asked.

“She has partial custody of me.” I lied.

“Does that mean you’re staying here over break?” James asked frowning.

“I think so.” I said unsure.

“Alone?” James pushed for farther information.

“Well, no. Of course not, James.” I could see he was worried.

“Besides Hagrid, McGonagall, Filch, the Ghost and Peeves.” James glared.

“I’m sure there are spiders too…and Hagrid’s half brother.” I smirked.

“You can come home with me than.” James said with a straight look on his face.

I looked over at him. “James…” I started. “A week is one thing but the whole summer? Your Mother and Father would be put out over it. Maybe I can come visit toward the end of the holiday so I can ride the Hogwart’s Express with you again.”

“I already asked!” James shouted as I tried to end the conversation. I turned to him with a shocked expression. James was grinning. “I knew you were going to be like that so I decided to take matters into my own hands.”

I rolled my eyes. James, the Master of Subtlety, managed to go behind my back and orchestrate his own plans for my summer. I grinned; maybe this second life wouldn’t be so bad with this James. True, he wasn’t the same as the previous James, and he wasn’t better, he was just different. Personally, that’s what I needed right now, a change of pace to keep me on my toes as I relive my time at Hogwarts. After Azkaban it’s exactly what I needed.

“Thanks James.” I punched him in the shoulder.

“Anytime Sirius, you’re like my best friend, now. You know?”

I nodded. “I guess you’re my best friend too, now.”

James grinned. “Still, I can’t believe that we’ll be going home a week from now.”

We had almost made it to the Gryffindor dorm when Neville poked his head out of his office.

“Sirius?”

James and I turned around. “Yes?”

“Can I have a word for a moment?” Neville asked. Then he smiled at James. “Good job in today’s game James.”

“Thanks you Professor Longbottom.” James smiled back. He then turned to me. “See you in the Commons.”

With that he left through the Fat Lady Portrait and I turned to Neville.

“How much trouble am I in, Professor Longbottom?” I smirked. Neville was surprisingly cool compared to most of the teachers. Perhaps it was just because he’s covered for me on multiple occasions, but he was easily one of my favorite teachers.

“Heaps.” He grinned back at me and gestured into his office.

When he shut the door I saw him silently wave his wand around the room. He then took a seat at his desk and I followed his lead. Hopefully, it wasn’t going to be too long of a talk.

“So what’s this about?” I ended up asking. Neville appeared to be having problems addressing the matter at hand and I decided to help him by jumping right into it.

Neville smiled. “A few things, actually.”

I groaned. “You know, I never missed these talks with teachers.”

“I’m assuming that you’ve had your fair share, huh, Black?” Neville laughed.

“More than you did, I assure you.” I laughed too.

“I wouldn’t count on that. My seventh year I was in trouble at least once a day.” Neville shivered at the memory.

“That doesn’t count.” I frowned. “The Carrows disserved whatever you did to them.”

Neville shrugged. “It was what it was.”

“Yes, now let’s skip the pleasantries and get right to the heart of the matter.” I groaned again. “What is Minnie upset with me about this time?”

“Nothing actually, but I had a few questions concerning James’ sudden…placement on the Gryffindor Quidditch team.” Neville said slyly staring, his eyes staring right through my head.

I sighed. “How much do you know?”

“Not much, Ashley just shouted about it for an hour before I approved it.” Neville frowned at the memory. “She said something about you brewing a Polyjuice Potion?”

“Yeah, well that’s my little lie I told to make sure James didn’t get expelled for something stupid.” I rolled my eyes – knowing that Neville wouldn’t expel James if I told him the truth. “Let’s just say James really wanted to be on the team…”

Neville grinned. “No one was hurt…right?”

“Ashley probably threatened James, but besides that nothing life threatening happened.” I shrugged.

“I’ll leave it at that then. The less I know the better.” Neville shrugged.

“Anything else?” I asked, wondering if I could leave now.

“Well we need to get a few things straight before the summer…” Neville continued giving me a sad look.

“Ah, I see. Well, no need to worry about that now.” I smirked. “James has already informed me that I will be staying with him.”

Neville’s eyes widen. “James has?”

“Yes.” I grinned. “Just a few minutes before you called me here, in fact.”

Neville nodded. “McGonagall told me she assumed as much.”

“Wait, Minnie was assuming this already?” I asked.

Neville nodded. “She said that when you’re homeless, a Potter typically takes you in. That’s why she didn’t press the matter, until now.”

“Well I’m glad to see that she gained Dumbledore’s insightfulness when she became Headmistress.” I rolled my eyes.

Neville laughed. “She’s talking about retiring soon.”

“I should hope not.” I shuttered at the thought. “I don’t think this school would last without Minnie.”

“That’s what they said when Dumbledore died.” Neville pointed out. “Besides getting blown up a bit, I think we’ve faired just fine.”

“Yeah, well Snape was the Headmaster when that happened. It’s his fault.” I glared.

“I would like to note, that it was Potter’s doing that the school was destroyed and it had nothing to do with my skills as a Headmaster.” A snide voice sounded behind me.

I turned around to see Snape in one of Nevilles empty portraits behind me. It glared at me.

“In my defense.” He finished. I glared back.

“What are you doing here?” I hissed at him. I could honestly say that even my relationship with this portrait – that was but a shadow of Snape – didn’t fair any better than my relationship with the actually person, in flesh and blood.

“I’m waiting to report back to the Headmistress.” Snape said with a bored tone in his voice. “It seems that’s all I’m good for nowadays – running errands for her. But at least I’m of some use, unlike you Black.”

“What’s that’s supposed to mean?” I snap at him.

“I mean, at least I have a task to perform, even after death, while you…well, you are back reliving your glory days, with a new James Potter – if I heard you correctly.” Snape smirked at me. “Such mediocre tasks given to me, makes me appear a hero, compared to your track record, thus far.”

I felt my face get hot and without realizing what I was doing I was standing up now, face to face with the portrait of Severus Snape. He didn’t change a day from what I remembered of him. His current smirk on his face made his thin lips curl around his teeth and I swore I could smell the grease in his hair still. I had always hated Severus Snape, always. The present situation didn’t sway my opinion of him in anyway. But despite the loathing I had for the man in front of me – despite everything we have done to each other I couldn’t deny it, he was right.

“Professor Snape! Please don’t talk to Sirius like that!” I heard Neville say from behind me. I heard the sound of his chair scratching the stone floor as he got up. “Sirius, sit back down!”

“You’re right…” I mumbled to myself, looking down at the floor, finding it hard to believe.

“What was that Black?” Snape’s smirk widened. “Cat got your tongue?”

“You’re right…” I looked up now and saw Snape’s eyes widen. His jaw dropped and I turned to Neville. “He’s right, Neville. But I don’t want to be worthless. You’re still close friends with Harry right?”

Neville was closer than I thought. He leaned against his desk; almost in relief I wasn’t going to have a boxing match with the portrait of Snape.

“Yes, I am. But I don’t see what that has to do with anything.” Neville said finally, taking in my expression.

“What do you know about the Malfoy and Nott family attacks?” Neville’s eyes widened. I could tell that was privileged information, and I wasn’t supposed to know. I heard Snape cough from behind me. I grinned. “And for that matter – tell me about these Dementor attacks.”


 


 

“Neville had you in his office a while.” James said when I joined him.

The Gryffindor party had already started. Gryffindor was the winner of the Quidditch Cup this year and Fred spared no expense when he went to see the House Elves after the game. I’m guessing that Fred wasn’t holding any grudge against James for making the team this year. Especially, when there was a big banner with James’ face on it. I rolled my eyes when I saw James’ big head winking at everyone.

“I had to tell him about staying with you.” I told him the extended truth, leaving out the minor and much more important talk following that.

“Oh! What did he say?” James asked me excited.

“He asked if it was a kidnapping. I told him yes.” I grinned. I leaned back on the sofa next to James. “Will I at least get fed and watered?”

“Once a month, if you’re lucky.” James winked.

“Don’t do that again…” I rolled my eyes.

“Do what?” James gave me a surprised expression.

“Wink…You’re poster is doing enough of that…” I gestured over to it glaring.

“Yeah, I don’t know what Fred was thinking…” James glared at it as well. “Can we burn it later? It’s kind of scary.”

“Anything for you, Small-Headed James.” I laughed. It was funny how averted James was to the poster. The other James would have loved it and basked in its glory. I smiled and looked over to the other team members. Dany and Madison were running away from Fred who suddenly popped out of nowhere. Once they escaped, Fred came to join us.

“Great game today Jamie.” Fred hit James’ shoulder as he sat down.

“Thanks Fred.” James mumbled.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“It’s a bit crowded in here, before you came in everyone was surrounding me with questions about how I made the team.” James grumbled.

“By everyone, do you actually mean Fred?” I asked pointing to Fred.

“I’ll have you know I didn’t ask James, how he got on the team once!” Fred shouted at me.

“He’s right, he actually asked a lot more than once.” James glared at his cousin.

“Well you could have shared Jamie.” Fred muttered.

“There wasn’t a Beater position open.” James rolled his eyes now and leaned back again with his head tilted to the ceiling.

“I make an excellent Chaser, as well!” Fred defended.

“No…no you don’t. Last time you attempted to play as a Chaser Albus got thrown through a hoop and Dominique broke her arm.” James didn’t even bother looking at Fred now.

“I made a goal though, didn’t I?”

“Albus going through the hoop doesn’t count!”

I laughed as Fred tried to defend himself further and make his case of how he’s really a genius and invented a new scoring system. James’ eyes looked like they were getting heavy. After all of his Quidditch practices and everything – now that the match was finally done with he seemed like all his energy was out.

“James, do you want to go to bed early?” I asked.

“What?” His eyes flattered open. “No! It’s my big night!”

“You’re falling asleep.” I told him.

He glared. “Fine, let’s go for a walk then.”

“Remember how well that worked last time?” I said remembering our trip to the kitchen.

“Well, at least a duel with Goyle would wake me up.” James grumbled.

He tried to get up but fell back down, losing his balance. I managed to get up and offered him a hand. He reluctantly accepted. Fred followed us out of the Portrait Hole – almost skipping as he did so.

“Should I get the cloak Jamie? Just in case!” Fred said eagerly.

“I don’t think it’s going to be that long of a walk Fred.” I grinned at James, who still looked as if he was only half awake.

“We could run to Honeydukes though!” Fred whined.

“That’s not a good idea without the Map…” James yawned.

“I thought you would say that!” Fred reached inside his robes.

I froze as Fred pulled out a bit of parchment. James seemed to wake up when he saw it.

“Fred…What’s that?” James asked looking worried.

“It’s a prototype! The new and improved Marauders Map!” Fred opened it up and I could clearly see the outline of Hogwarts on it.

I was panicking now. How the hell did Fred manage to actually create another Map was beyond me. It took James, Remus and I a full year to get the layout of the school and another year to enchant it just right. Plus a year to work out the kinks in it.

James, for some reason, looked like he was panicking almost as much as me. He leaned forward to examine the Map and then smiled.

“Fred…there isn’t any names on here…just blobs.” James looked relieved, but I felt like I could jump in the air, for joy.

“I said prototype!” Fred frowned at James.

I finally looked at it and saw that there was a detailed outline of Hogwarts, but instead of names with dots walking around it there were big blotches of black ink moving around. Some moved faster than the others, but most didn’t move. I actually saw more blotches outside the walls of Hogwarts – which lead me to believe that Fred didn’t really succeed in doing anything.

“There is nothing where we are supposed to be.” I pointed out. Fred frowned.

“It’s not perfect!” He glared at me and James before shoving it back into his robes.

“Where did you get such a detailed outline anyways?” James asked.

“I made it.” Fred said proudly.

James raised an eyebrow. “You did not make that…”

Fred frowned. “Fine, I nicked it from my Dad’s stuff. I think he was thinking about making them, then realized it was probably a bad idea if the wrong person got a hold of it.” Fred nodded. “Like Professors or Prefects!”

“Or you know, someone who could actually harm the Staff or Children at School here.” I told him; considering, that was probably the real reason his Dad scraped it.

“No, I think it was the other thing.” Fred said skipping ahead of us.

James caught my eye and ginned as he mouthed the word ‘crazy’ to me.

I laughed quietly as we followed Fred down the stairs.

Shortly after he began giving James a play by play of the game today and every goal James made. James had to remind him that he knew because he was there, but Fred seemed to go on anyways. Just as Fred was dodging the imaginary Bludger that James actually had to dodge – I saw someone walking down the stairs ahead of us.

I couldn’t see the person’s face, but the short stature and hair meant that he was a male student and not a teacher. I didn’t recognize his build with his brown hair and as he retreated down the stairs it probably meant that he was from another house and not Gryffindor.

Fred was too busy attempting to bend backwards – trying to re-enact James’ epic save – to notice, but I nudge James in the arm. James turned and followed my gaze. He then hushed Fred and pointed.

“So?” Fred shrugged.

“No one is on this side of the building except Gryffindors, this time at night. Especially, this close to curfew.” I whispered to Fred, with James nodding.

“I repeat, ‘so?’” Fred said still not getting it.

James frowned at his cousin. “Where are all the Gryffindor’s currently?”

“At the Gryffindor Tower – Oh!” It finally clicked in his head. “You guys think whoever that is, is up to something!”

James and I nodded. A smirk broke across Fred’s face.

“Well what are we waiting for then?” He hurried down the stairs, with James and I tailing him, just as we made to the next stairs the ones behind us changed.

A part of me wondered if I should really be acting upon these impulses to discover schemes going on in Hogwarts. But a part of me deep down missed this and as Fred, James and I followed this student I silenced the voice in my head saying this was a bad idea and I was about to stumble upon something I shouldn’t be involve with.

James and Fred were perched at the top of the next set of stairs, watching the student down below. He appeared to be waiting for the stairs to change so he could go down to the third floor. He was balanced right on the edge and the stairs started to move toward him.

As the stairs slowly moved in his direction, I thought that something felt off. I watched in horror as the boy started to fall forward – with nothing in front of him to catch him. It felt like someone placed a charm around use, causing everything to move slowly, as I tried to move fast enough to grab him from falling to his death. I didn’t make it in time, but James did.

James, who was closer than I was, managed to slide forward and grab the boy before he fell off of the edge of the stairs. I arrived seconds later and pulled both the boy and James away from the edge as the stairs snapped into place – leading down to the third floor. Fred stumbled down the stairs after us finally, mumbling something about almost dying.

I finally got the chance to look at the boy we had been following and recognized his face. James seemed to register who the boy was as well. Lying in front of us on the cold stone staircase was Goyle, the Slytherin second year who James had previously dueled with.

His eyes were opened, but had a glossed over look. He didn’t appear to be conscience and his body was limp.

“Wha-What’s wrong with him?” James asked me.

I felt sick. “I don’t know…”

If we hadn’t followed him…I shuttered to think what would have happened.

“We need to get him to the Hospital Wing.” I finally said. I then turned to Fred, who was still mumbling to himself. “Fred, I need you to go ahead of us the Hospital Wing and warn them we are coming. Tell Madam Pomfrey to summon Professor Longbottom and the Headmistress.”

Fred sobered up enough to nod and run up the stairs to the fourth floor landing.

I now turned to James. “Help me carry him.”

James nodded and we awkwardly carried his limp body up the stairs. I could still see his breathing so that satisfied any doubts I had about him not being alive, at least.

When we finally made it up the stairs McGonagall and Neville had already arrived, facing away from us as we entered the Hospital Wing, I saw McGonagall’s head snap around as she heard the doors open.

“Sirius! What is this all about – What did you do?” She shrieked at me. James almost dropped his side of Goyle from the sound of her voice.

I glared at Fred realizing he didn’t explain anything. Not that is would have helped our situation.

James and I managed to get him on the nearest bed and when I turned around McGonagall was standing menacingly in front of me. “Outside, now!”

I pushed my way past her and shoved the door roughly open.

I spun around to see who had followed and besides McGonagall, Neville was also standing there. Only he didn’t wear the same expression McGonagall now had on her face. Neville was muttering a sound charm over the Hospital Wing’s doors obviously, knowing that McGonagall and I weren’t going to hold back.

“Before you start!” I almost yelled at her. “I would like to talk. Is that alright with you?”

McGonagall hesitated, but nodded in the end.

I had to keep calm. I knew how this looked to her. On more than one occasion my first few years at Hogwarts James and I had carried back our most recent ‘hex gone wrong’ and we often got quite a few detentions for it. In fact, my first-first year ended much like this – at the Hospital Wing.

“First off, I didn’t do it.”

McGonagall scoffed at me and I glared.

“We actually saved him from dying!” I shouted at her.

“I find that hard to believe, Black!” McGonagall used my actual name.

My eyes narrowed. “Fine then! Believe what you want, because clearly you are only going to judge me on what I did in the past, but I should inform you this isn’t the first time I got blamed for something I didn’t do!”

“Well, what else am I supposed to believe, Black!” McGonagall yelled. “You have been hexing Slytherin’s since you got to this School the first time!”

“Well, I’m not Black anymore am I? I’m Lee now and has Lee, hex any Slytherins?” I asked.

I felt like I was truly a first year again. The classes, the friends and the meals at Hogwarts had never set me back as much as being yelled at by McGonagall. It was like nothing had changed.

McGonagall looked torn as she grimaced at me.

“Pardon me, Headmistress.” McGonagall turn around and I nearly screamed when I saw Snape’s greasy hair and hooked nose in the portraits behind her.

“Yes, Severus?” McGonagall seemed a little calmer.

“It pains me to say this, but there appears to be a first time for everything, because Black wasn’t lying.”

I couldn’t believe my ears. I would have been grateful to him, if it was anyone, but Snape.

“What happened?” McGonagall asked Snape and not me. I glared.

Snape seemed to smirk at the thought that his bias opinion was held higher than mine.

“Well, according to the Portraits on the third and fourth floor staircase, Goyle was about to fall, but Potter and Black saved him.” Snape reported dully, then added. “Although they were prancing around where they should not have been…”

“Well, if we hadn’t been prancing around, then Goyle would have died.” I stated.

McGonagall nodded.

“And for that, Sirius,” She began to say as she turned around to me. “I say thank you.”

I nodded back with a grave look.

“That will be all Severus, you may return to my office.” She muttered to Snape behind her. She turned back to me. “Why can’t you have a normal first year?”

I grimaced. “I blame James.”


 


 

Hello again! Thank you to the wonderful reviews I have been receiving and yes, this will be ending James and Sirius’ year one at Hogwarts. Tell me what you think by RATING and REVIEWING! :D

Taz

EDIT: I changed Crabbe’s name to Goyle because I mixed up which one died in the Seventh book. Can you blame me? Yes…but in my defense I forgot and they also mixed it up in the movies. Anyways I’m sorry ahead of time for any confusion I might have caused. :(


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