Chapter Two – The story of Sirius Black

17 June 1996 – 12 Grimmauld Place

Bounding through the front door came a big black shaggy dog. As he gave a loud bark the door slammed shut and the painting of Walburga Black started screaming and ranting. "Filth! Scum! By-products of dirt and vileness! Half-breeds, mutants, freaks, be gone from this place! How dare you befoul the house of my fathers! And you filthy blood traitor, how dare you let them! Should have killed you the day you were born!" The dogs bared his teeth and growled at the portrait. A door down the hall opened just as the dog assumed his human form. "Shut your trap woman!" He said as he angrily shut the curtains over the painting.

"Sirius?" A man with brown hair stuck his head around the doorframe. Sirius turned around and leaned against the walk a scowl on his face. "I swear Remus, should've burn her from the wall a long time ago. If only she hadn't put so many charms and curses on the damn painting…" He then turned back around and walked into the kitchen, heading for the cabinet that held a hidden stash of firewhiskey. Remus shook his head and followed.

"Where have you been Sirius? You've been gone all morning and then some!"

Taking a gulp of firewhiskey and set the bottle back on the table and let out a noise that sounded like a whine. "I'm going mad here Moony! So I went for a walk. Y'know as Padfoot."

"Sirius! What were you thinking? You could've been seen!" Remus scolded the black haired man, before continuing on a lighter tone, "Besides you already were mad to begin with."

The animagus was now pouting and then sighed. "I know. But I wasn't! Any news?"

The werewolf shook his head, they had been friend for many year, the dog and the wolf, some things just never seemed to change. "Nothing. There was something though.. Earlier I heard Kreacher talking in the kitchen. I couldn't hear he was talking to and when I came in he was walking away from the fireplace… When I asked him about it… well you know how he is to me.."

The black haired man went rigid in his seat. "KREACHER!"

With a 'POP' an aged house-elf appeared, "You called.. master?"

"Who were you talking to ealier?"

"Kreacher doesn't know what master means. Kreacher wasn't talking to anyone."


The house-elf scowled at the man before looking at the floor. Then, not able to defy a direct order, he answered.

"Harry Potter sir. he called for master, but master wasn't here. Kreacher told Harry Potter master was gone. Then Harry Potter looked scared and ended the call."

Sirius then turned to Remus with a look of panic in his eyes, "Kreacher, leave the room."

The elf left the room muttering things like, "Blood-traitor, werewolf scum, befouling Mistresses house."

Not many minutes after that a white lynx appeared on the kitchen table.

"Harry Potter entered the Department of Mysteries – Death Eaters are there – Need backup."

The dog and the wolf shared a look. "No Sirius you can't go, you have to stay here." Remus said.

"NO! This is Harry, Remus! I have to go! I already lost James, I can't lose him too!" He spun on his feet and with a loud 'CRACK' he was gone. The brown haired man sighed and followed.

17 June 1996 – Department of Mysteries

In a flash of white light five people appeared in the circular dark room. "They are in the Death Chamber," someone shouted as they pulled a door open. Dashing through the opened door Sirius jumped in, only caring about one thing: keeping Harry safe. Shooting jinxes, curses and hexes as he fell through the air he bellowed, "Get away from my godson!"

He growled as he landed on his feet. Malfoy turned, and raised his wand, but Tonks had already sent a Stunning Spell right at him. The Death Eaters were completely distracted by the appearance of the members of the Order, who were now raining spells down upon them as they jumped from step to step towards the sunken floor. Harry turned to Neville, pulling him aside as Sirius and his Death Eater lurched past, dueling so fiercely that their wands were blurs; then Harry's foot made contact with something round and hard and he slipped. For a moment he thought he had dropped the prophecy, but then he saw Moody's magical eye spinning away across the floor. Its owner was lying on his side, bleeding from the head, and his attacker was now bearing down upon Harry and Neville: Dolohov, his long pale face twisted with glee.

"Tarantallegra!" he shouted, his wand pointing at Neville, whose legs went immediately into a

kind of frenzied tap-dance, unbalancing him and causing him to fall to the floor again. "Now,

Potter -" He made the same slashing movement with his wand that he had used on Hermione just as Harry yelled, "Protego!"

Harry felt something streak across his face like a blunt knife; the force of it knocked him

sideways and he fell over Neville's jerking legs, but the Shield Charm had stopped the worst of

the spell. Dolohov raised his wand again. "Accio proph—"

Sirius hurtled out of nowhere, rammed Dolohov with his shoulder and sent him flying out of

the way. Now Sirius and Dolohov were dueling, their wands flashing like swords, sparks

flying from their wand-tips. Dolohov drew back his wand to make the same slashing movement he had used on Harry and Hermione. Springing up, Harry yelled, "Petrificus Totalus!" Once again, Dolohov's arms and legs snapped together and he keeled over backwards, landing with a crash on his back.

"Nice one!" shouted Sirius, forcing Harry's head down as a pair of Stunning Spells flew towards

them. "Now I want you to get out of-"

They both ducked again; a jet of green light had narrowly missed Sirius. Across the room Harry

saw Tonks fall from halfway up the stone steps, her limp form toppling from stone seat to stone

seat and Bellatrix, triumphant, running back towards the fray.

"Harry, take the prophecy, grab Neville and run!" Sirius yelled, dashing to meet Bellatrix.

At some point Albus Dumbledore entered the battlefield and quickly all the battling stopped. Only one pair was still battling, apparently unaware of the new arrival. Harry saw Sirius duck

Bellatrix's jet of red light: he was laughing at her.

"Come on, you can do better than that!" he yelled, his voice echoing around the cavernous room.

The second jet of light hit him squarely on the chest. The laughter had not quite died from his face, but his eyes widened in shock. It seemed to take Sirius an age to fall: his body curved in a graceful arc as he sank backwards through the ragged veil hanging from the arch. The last thing he heard before everything went black was Harry's heart breaking screams.

"SIRIUS!" Harry yelled. "SIRIUS!"