To whom this may concern, this is not me abandoning my other project; 'The Kind-Dark Lord'. However, I have found I have had almost no drive to write it, so i came up with the idea of writing two stories and bouncing back and forth between them.

Is it a bad idea? Probably, but I have been itching to write this.

Now, onto the story!

CHAPTER 1

A Sirius Problem

It was hard to believe that eleven years had past since Voldemort had fallen for the second time, eleven years of general peace.

The hero of the British wizarding world, Harry Potter, put up a face of enjoying the peace, but simply put it, it was boring. Harry, shortly after finishing his education, something Hermione pushed for, not him, found a job in the Department for Magical Law Enforcement. In a meagre five-years, and a bit of political pushing, Harry found himself in the position of 'Head of the DMLE' is false hopes of finding enjoyment.

Alas, it was not to be. The last decade and a year had severed to do nothing more than slightly distract him for the glaring fact, he hated the quiet. A contradiction, he never wanted anyone's attention and yet loathed the fact that there was no foe to fight! No one to stand against! Hermione's tenure as Minister led to Britain joining the modern age, cleaning out corruption in the government and fixing the bigot problem.

In the first few years, harry hoped that his friends could help alleviate the empty feeling. However, once he dumped Ginny after learning she only wanted to be with him because of his fame, that thoroughly burn any bridges with the Weasley's and wiped out any foundation of rebuilding. Save George, but Harry theorized that was more the fact Harry's galleons ran his business and pissing off the money machine is never a recipe for success. Not that it costed Harry anything, after all, once he hit his majority he had access to the vast wealth of both the Potter's and Black's. Turns out old Orion was better with money than was thought, Harry became a billionaire overnight and more or less had the goblins by the balls.

Back to friends, with Ron out that also knocked Hermione off the list. Harry didn't really blame her, after all, Ron was a git and didn't want his wife spending time with the 'git that broke his sister's heart'. Neville had left Britain back in 2000 for 'greener pastures' in America, an offshoot of the Longbottom family there was headless and he filled in. That really just left Luna, a… 'member' of the Department of Mysteries, or at least that's what some said. Its head, a man that went by Croaker, let her run free inside, but was never direct in his answers if she was truly employed in the department.

There was a plus side, however, as she was allowed to bring friends if she so felt. No one really stopped her from doing anything, and so Harry talked her into letting him in. It was a mix of curiosity and another strong bout of depression that pushed Harry to the 'Death Veil'. To think, roughly 14 years ago Harry had lost the last person who truly loved him here… His last chance at a normal and fulfilling life.

Many years were spent at the veil, countless tests done on it to see how it worked. He wanted to know, could Sirius possibly still be alive? Somewhere out there?

His tests varied, he tried sending a camera down tied to a rope, it vanished the moment the moment it passed the threshold of the veil. He tried to send a camera through that was connected realtime to a computer charmed to work in the Department. It lasted for two seconds in pitch black before, apparently, losing connection.

He had tried with living things, gone, tossed a cup in and tried to summon it back.

The result was… Explosive.

"It don't think it liked that." Luna commented brightly, helping Harry to his feet and helping dust his duster off. Harry tried the same thing with Kreacher, but the result was the same, leading to a very angry house elf.

Not that that had anything to do with the burned dinner that night, Kreacher swore!

It was the night of June 18th, 2010 that found Harry, aged 31, in front of the veil once more, and little did he know, for the last time.

In a conjured chair, he had become a sum better at transfiguration at the behest of a dying Minerva's last wish, with a bottle of Firewhiskey being nursed in his left hand and his wand in his right, Harry stared at the veil. He remembered the years during the war with a mix of fondness at what he had lost, and accomplishment at what he defeated.

It was also where Hermione found him.

"Harry…" She said quietly from the other side of the room, her hands wringing nervously in front of his skirt. However little they talked, she always made a case of coming down to the department on the anniversary of Sirius's death to talk to Harry on his yearly vigil.

She always tried to talk to him about moving on from Sirius's death, and his counter argument varied from a; 'What have I got left to live for if I move on?' or a drunken 'Go fuck yourself' but in fewer words.

"Not tonight, I'm not in the mood for a lecture." Harry basically growled, his eyes not once leaving the archway, its grand, silver curtains waving in some unfelt wind. Hermione looked at the veil, worry displayed on her face. She dared a few steps closer, her heels clicking noisily in the dead silence.

"Harry, it's been 15 years, Sirius would want you to-"

"How would you know?!" Harry snapped, he was at one of his lower points, give him a break. Harry rose, turning to face the woman. In the action, he dropped the bottle of firewhiskey and his wand, which he had forgotten was on his lap. Hermione flinched, taking a step back. Harry knew it wasn't her he should take out his pent up aggression and sadness out on, but firewhiskey really had a bad effect on him, as Seamus Finnegan learned the hard way.

"How would you know, Hermione?" Harry said, forcing his voice to lower and sound calmer even as the storm of emotion crashed inside. He walked up to the veil indicating in.

"Sirius was the last family I had, the last person that I cared about and that cared about me." Harry said, defeat in his voice as he spoke, the anger falling back and being replaced by sadness once more.

"Harry, we care about you…" Hermione said, but faltered under Harry's stare.

"Hermione, I don't blame you, if I've said it once I've said it a thousand times. You followed your heart, you made the right decision. What the Weasley's do or how they act is not your fault." Harry said simply, as if this was an argument they had had before. Harry edged closer to the veil, staring at it morosely as he spoke. Hermione, clearly growing more nervous, subtly drew her wand in preparation incase Harry got too close to the veil.

"Sirius's death was my last chance at a normal life… My last chance at happiness. If only I had known it then, if only I hadn't believed the vision…" Harry said quietly, but due to the silence of the room, was easily heard by a paling Hermione.

"Harry, Sirius's death wasn't your fault-"

"But it was! Damn it, Hermione! If I hadn't come to the Department, Sirius would never had died!" Harry snapped before quickly calming and turning back to the veil.

"I'm… sorry." He said quietly again, closing his eyes. Hermione just stared at him, clearly debating a number of actions before sighing.

"Harry, just… Please. Let him go, before this depression consumes your life…" Harry didn't respond, so with a small sigh, Hermione left the room. The door clicked quietly behind her, leaving Harry in his preferred silence…

For about thirty seconds.

The door creaked opened again, drawing Harry's attention. This time a man, based on his build, stepped in. He was adorned in a velvet cloak usually worn by pre-war Unspeakables, though Croaker and the veterans of the department still wore theirs. Harry knew all four of the remaining, meaning surviving, older members, three were women and the last was Croaker.

Whoever this man was, he certainly was not Croaker. He looked to be a few decades older than Harry, walking with a clear limp. Gripped in his hand was a cane, simple oak from the looks.

Harry was an Auror, not a woodworker, so he couldn't exactly tell from a glance.

The man didn't say anything as he hobbled over to Harry, a kind smile on his face.

"Harry Potter? I heard I would find you here…" The man said, his voice low and strained, as if it hadn't been used for a while. Harry raised an eyebrow, still standing next to the veil.

"I'm… Sorry… Who are you?" Harry asked slowly.

"I was always interested in the Veil in my youth, it was always so… Ominous." The Unspeakable avoided the question completely, now looking at the veil as he got closer to Harry.

"My years taught me a lot while I was here, yet nothing so thoroughly flummoxed me such as this… Did you ever hear the voices?" The man asked, coming rest next to an uneasy Harry.

"The… The voices?" Harry asked, and was a little shocked at the glee on the man's face.

"Listen… Very closely…" Harry, still a tad bewildered, focused on the silence. Both men sat there, not speaking a word when; Come to us…

A voice called in the silence, near inaudible but most certainly there. Harry flinched, causing the man's grin to widen.

"You heard it!"

The darkness welcomes you…

"What was that?!" Harry demanded, looking up and down the veil for some kind of trick, hoping for some kind of trick.

"'Bout how I felt the first time… Normally you hear them after you… Lost someone to the veil…" The man said slowly, his smile disappearing as he sent Harry an pitying look. As a younger man, Harry would have snapped at the Unspeakable, but now, he was used to the pity and general worship of the magical populous.

He's here… Waiting for you…

Harry froze at that, his jaw dropping as he stared at the veil.

"Did you hear that?!"

"Whatever it promises is a lie." The man warned, gripping his cane with both hands while giving the veil a sad look. Silence reigned for a few moments before the man spoke again.

"Oh, right! My name, sorry, slipped my mind!" The man said jovially, brightening suddenly.

Don't trust him…

Harry's eyes widened even further as he twisted, just as the man dove into action. Harry lifted his left hand, trying to wordlessly summon his wand to him. However, the Unspeakable was far quicker than he was. The man's wand pressed into Harry's neck, his freehand gripping Harry's left, which was in the middle of summoning.

"The name's Rookwood, Potter." The man hissed, his smile becoming far more sinister and mad.

The second stretched into what felt like an hour as Harry planned his next course of action, his training kicking in. Harry may have wasted his days away drinking and wishing for something to live for, but he knew a thing or two about fighting.

Harry ducked his head to the right, Rookwood's 'Avada Kedavra' coming a millisecond too late. Harry's right hand gripped Rookwood's arm and twisted him around, all while summoning his wand to his left hand.

The Holly wand, Harry's trusted companion through thick and thin, hurtled over, spinning in mid air. Rookwood was, however, not down for the count yet. He planted his foot on the stone and, with what little strength he had left, pushed Harry and himself into the veil. Harry let out a cry of shock, trying to catch himself on the archway as he fell through the veil.

Then, it was all black…

Harry, as he awoke, felt grass under his back, the dew cooling his neck and drenching his hair.

"What-" He started to say, taking off his glasses and rubbing his eyes. However, it seemed someone had another idea, their hands knocking his arms, and glasses aside. Long, thin, fingers wrapped around Harry's neck, quickly cutting off his breathing mid breath. Harry struggled, unable to properly see who had him held down. He bucked, trying to throw his assailant off, but they had Harry nice and pinned.

Harry, his oxygen running out, did something that was, in hindsight, a bad idea. He hit one elbow, knocking it the wrong way and the attacker, a man by the sound of his voice, screamed. As he toppled, Harry rammed his head into the man's face, his nose from the cracking sound. Harry pushed the man off to one side, taking in a deep breath. The man had, evidently, landed on his glasses, a loud crack following his back hitting the grass. Not that that slowed Harry down any. The wizard straddled his opponent, putting up a hand.

"Accio wand!" He snapped, hoping it came to his hand. Not one, but three wands all came to him, one poking him in the eye, another hitting the back of his head, and the last landing in his grip. Harry, ignoring the pain, pointed the wand at the assailant's face.

"Avada Kedavra!" Harry had changed a lot from his youth, he was no longer one to take prisoners of people out to attack him, nor was he one to follow Dumbledore's doctrine of 'everyone deserves a second chance'.

Whoever this was made the mistake of attacking him, and they would pay dearly for this choice.

The attacker stopped struggling, so Harry got off of him, rubbing his neck. Muttering quietly, he kicked the body over and felt for his glasses, not wishing to summon a bunch of broken glass into his hand.

He eventually found the twisted frames, and with a wave of the wand he was holding, a silent 'Reparo' righted them. The frames quickly bent back into shape, the glass springing from the grass and into place. A second later, Harry pulled his glasses back on, taking in the scene now that he could see once more.

The first thing he noticed was the wand he was holding, it was not his. It was white, possibly birch, and was a bit shorter than his. The next thing was the downed body of…

Rookwood. Harry's memories flooded back, the fight, falling through the veil. Harry looked around the immediate area, but found himself in the middle of a field, no sign of civilization in view.

Save the couple standing on a blanket nearby, clearly having been enjoying a picnic prior to his and Rookwood's intrusion.

"Hi." Harry said simply, his voice a lot like a croak as he rose, still rubbing his neck. The man, or boy more like it, put a hand in front of his better half, looking as if he was trying to protect her. The woman looked a mix of curious and repulsed, probably at his show of killing Rookwood. Harry just about finished his spin when he noticed another form, lying spreadeagled in the grass.

Harry tried to remember if anyone else had gone through the veil with him and Rookwood, but there was no one else there. Harry raised the wand, possibly Rookwoods, but he didn't really know, and walked slowly towards the body.

As he drew closer, Harry took in the fallen person's details. They were pretty tall, wearing a dark grey jacket and pants with a red shirt underneath, all pretty formal to be lying in the grass…

Then Harry saw his face.

"Sirius…?" He gasped, dropping the wand and basically diving to the man's side. With a shaking hand, Harry pressed his finger's to Sirius's neck, checking for a pulse. After a few moments, and forcing himself to calm, he found it. Slow and quick weak, but there.

Harry waved a hand over Sirius's face, focusing his magic and saying; 'Ennervate!'. The effect was immediate, Sirius's eyes snapped open and he gasped, trying to sit up before his head collided with Harry's. Both fell down, groaning in pain.

"Bloody hell, James! What did I say about waking me up after a bender?!" Sirius groaned, his hands covering his forehead. Harry shook the pain from his head and sat back up, grabbing Sirius's arms.

"Sirius!" Was all Harry could say, his shock getting the better of him as he stared at the man, his godfather, he thought he would never see again. Sirius blinked up at him, confusion written on his face.

"James, what-" Then his eyes traced up Harry's face to his scar.

"Harry." The old marauder said breathlessly as Harry pulled him into a hug.

"I thought you were dead!" Harry said, his voice cracking near the end as he fought back his tears, tears of joy, mind.

"Harry… " The man repeated, his hands on Harry's back. His expression changed from shock to pure panic.

"Harry!" Sirius pushed Harry back a bit, an iron grip on the younger man's arms.

"Tell me you didn't follow me!" Sirius begged, fear in his face. At Harry's confused look, Sirius pressed on.

"Tell me you didn't go through the veil after me!" The man demanded, the fear making its way into his voice now.

"Oh, of course. I aged fifteen years then decided to follow you in." Harry deadpanned, then his face split into a smile.

"No, Sirius, I didn't follow you in, as much as I wanted to."

"Then how-"

"Rookwood, he survived the war and escaped justice, he jumped me in the Department and we both fell through. He's dead, over there." Harry indicated somewhere behind him, where Rookwood's body was.

"Wait… Rookwood? Wait again, the war is over?!" Harry looked a little abashed.

"Oh, right, I forgot, you've been out of the loop for fifteen years…"

"Wait, wait, wait!" Sirius cut Harry off, shaking his head as if to clear it of the insanity of the situation.

"I've been dead for fifteen years?!" Harry cocked his head to side, looking past Sirius.

"Eh… Not really dead, per-say. On the plus side, for me at least, now you owe me 31 years of presents instead of 15, and you can't use dead as an excuse." Harry said with a wink. Was this really the situation to make that joke? No, but Harry couldn't find in him to care, he had Sirius back!

"Hey, hey. I got you the Firebolt, that was like… Fifteen presents in one!" Sirius defended weakly, and they both shared a small laugh before hugging again.

"I've missed you, Pronglett."

"I hate that name, and its been all of a second for you since you last saw me."

"A second that felt like years!" Sirius said dramatically as they let eachother go.

"It was years, Padfoot." Harry rose, offering his hands and helping Sirius up. As Sirius dusted his back off, Harry wordlessly and wandlessly summoned the other two wands to him.

"Wandless and wordless?!" Sirius asked, sounding clearly impressed.

"It's been fifteen years, Sirius. What, did you expect me to be a moody adolescent forever?"

"Eh?" Sirius said with a shrug. Harry did the grown-up thing and stuck his tongue out at his godfather, catching both wands. Harry pocketed his own, then held the other two out to Sirius. One was the birch colored one, the other a darker shade.

"Which one was yours?"

"Mine was destroyed once I was incarcerated, Harry."

"You know what I meant, Sirius." Sirius just did a poor job of smiling innocently before taking the light colored wand.

"The other one is Rookwood's then?"

"Was Rookwoods."

"You killed him?!" Sirius demanded, looking at Harry with an unreadable expression. Harry felt a sinking in his gut, he didn't realize Sirius would look down upon killing. He never struck Harry as one of the people who would have been indoctrinated by Dumbledore's ideals-

"Finally, you grew a pair!" Sirius announced with his smile again, wrapping an arm around Harry's shoulders.

"Wha-"

"Dumbledore always going on and on about how; 'Deatheaters need seconds chances!'. Hogwash, the lot of it!" Harry couldn't help it, he broke down laughing, making Sirius's smile only grow.

"I've missed you, Sirius."

"And I you, Pronglett." Harry opened to speak again, but Sirius looked past him.

"Hold that thought, Harry. Who's the guy with the rat-tail and the smoking babe?" Sirius asked, making Harry follow his gaze to the couple he had forgotten about. The man, dressed in what looked to be some form of robes, had drawn some sort of laser sword and had it pointed at Harry and Sirius, a mix of shock and anticipation written on his face.

"No idea, they were here when I arrived."

"Who are you?! And where did you learn to control the force like that?!" The man demanded, but his words meant nothing to Harry and Sirius.

"Any idea what he just said?" Asked Sirius, but Harry shook his head, equally confused.

"Nope."

"Answer me!"

"Ani, please…" The woman said, giving her companion a reassuring squeeze on the arm, which did little to calm him.

"Guten tag, sprichst du Englisch?" Harry asked with a disarming smile, but when neither responded, he frowned.

"Well, that is the extent of my ability to speak foreign languages, any ideas, Padfoot?"

"You can speak foreign- You know, it can wait. Your telling me everything when we get a moment!"

"Can do, you were an Auror right?"

"Of course, no proper marauder would ever be anything other than an auror!" Sirius announced confidently, making Harry raised an eyebrow.

"What about Pettigrew and Remus?"

"Pettigrew was a filthy traitor and Remus didn't even try to contact you when you were younger."

"Touche, anyways, Disarm & Detain protocols?" With a nod, both leapt into action. Harry's disarming jinx hurtled at the young man, but much to everyone's surprise, his laser sword deflected it.

"What in the name of…" Sirius's conjured roped were slashed apart by the sword, the ropes catching fire as the fell away.

"Bloody hell, I'll go high!" Harry ordered, firing off a stunner, which was quickly followed by Sirius's. Both were blocked however, and the robed man began to advance. Both threw a few more stunners, only for all the be blocked.

"Damn it all!" Harry snapped, raising his wand.

"Block this! Stupefy Maxima!" Several bright, red stunners flew from his wand, and the laser sword armed man could not block them all. Three crashed into his chest, knocking him out cold.

"Good hit, Jam- Harry!" Sirius called, advancing with his wand still raised.

"Sirius, watch the girl." Harry ordered, and maybe it was just his auror training kicking in, but Sirius obeyed without question. The girl, who had begun to scream and cry at the fall of, what Harry guessed was, her suitor, watched with fear as Sirius kept his wand pointed at her. Harry knelt next to the young man, forcing his eyes open and diving in with a Legilimency probe.

At first, it was just a cursory look to figure out where on earth they were.

Naboo? What the hell in a Naboo?

That rabbit hole led to memories of… A planet?! A PLANET?!

Harry saw memories of countless more planets, thousands of them. Harry was reeling, but the memories didn't stop there…

Jedi, apparently he thought they were sith, the girl was Padme, he wants to smash, Aurebesh? Harry look a bunch of the memories for himself, in the span of a minute learning 'Aurebesh'. Was this good for the recipient? Not in the slightest, but fight or flight was in effect and he did threaten them with a laser sword… Lightsaber.

Harry got the brief summary of the man's, Anakin's, life, not that he wanted it. Harry jumped back, gasping as he dragged himself from Anakin's mind.

"Harry?"

"Bloody hell, Sirius, we are in it deep now?!"

"What do you mean deep in it?"

"Ever heard of Naboo?"

"No? What is it, some county in Ireland or something?"

"No, Sirius, it's a damned planet. Were not even in the same bloody galaxy." A brief pause.

"WHAT?!"

"Yeah!"

"You joshing me, right?! You've got to be!"

"Sirius, we are on a planet called 'Naboo'. He has no idea what 'Earth' is." Thankfully, Sirius didn't question how Harry learned that, less thankfully, he blacked out from the shock.

"Oh come on, you pansy!" Harry snapped, casting an 'Ennervate' on Sirius. The scoundrel snapped back out, getting his bearings back.

"What do we do now?!" The man demanded, picking his wand back up.

"They've got a ship back at a nearby villa, and a speeder to get there."

"Ship? Speeder?"

"A spacecraft and a muggle car that floats."

"Oh… Wait, what?!"

"Come on!" Harry grabbed Sirius's arms and ran in the direction that Anakin's memory pointed him in. They came across a light green speeder, sitting in the grass. Harry vaulted over the door into the driver's seat, which was on the left side like some American car. Sirius was a bit slower, his shock making it difficult to wrench open the door and climb in.

"Get your seatbelt on." Harry warned as he snapped his in place, and with the help of Anakin's memories, he figured out how to start the thing. Sirius struggled to get his seat belt in place as Harry spoke up again.

"Better hold on, because I have a rudimentary feel for this thing at best."

"What do you mean by-" The speeder rocketed forwards, pushing them both back into the seats with the acceleration.

"TOO FAST, TOO FAST!" Sirius cried, gripping his armrest and door as if to save his life.

"HOLD ON, MAYBE IF I- There!" He wrenched back on the lever on his right, which significantly slowed the speeder down.

"A little warning next time would be nice!" Sirius snapped, trying to control his heart. Harry beamed, easing the speeder back on its proper path.

"Come on, Sirius, where's your sense of adrenaline?" Harry laughed, gradually speeding up so they could make it to the villa soon.

"I lost it when I fell through the veil." The marauder deadpanned, leaning back in his seat and kicking his legs up on the dashboard.

"Where did you learn to drive this… Spider?"

"Speeder, and I ripped it from the Jedi- Ah, the robed guy's mind."

"Oh… Wait, you're a legilimens?"

"Yeah, had to learn to become the head of the DMLE, after all."

"Wait again, you're the head of the DMLE?!"

"Oh, right… Forgot you didn't know that, here, I'll explain when we get airborne and away from this planet."

"What's the hurry?"

"Ol' stabby back there will flay us with his laser sword if he catches us, I would rather not be here once he comes around." Sirius nodded in understanding, looking back forwards towards the fast approaching villa.

"So… Are they expecting company up here?"

"No guards, according to his memories, but there are other workers. Follow my lead..."

"Okay." Harry pulled the speeder up the garage and dismounted, following the memory's directions to the hangar where their ship was located. They stepped into the villa, immediately met by two women dressed in white gowns.

"Who are you?!" One demanded, and to Harry's relief, he understood them.

"I am Captain Potter with Theed Secret Services, can you show me Senator Amidala's ship?" harry barely had any idea what 'Theed' was, aside from it being the capital of Naboo. Harry subtly cast a confundus on the workers, both of whom blinked as their eyes became unfocused.

"Of course, Captain, follow me. The Senator and her Jedi protector are out right now, shall I leave a message?"

"Yes, give her my apologies for any inconveniences."

"Of course, Captain." Sirius raised an eyebrow at Harry, who just shrugged in response and gave him a look that promised an explanation. The workers showed them the sleek, silver ship waiting in the hangar.

"Whoa." Sirius commented his eyes widening at the gleaming ship. Harry smiled at his response, thanking the workers in Aurebesh before stepping up the ramp into the ship.

"Welcome aboard, Sirius. Don't break anything, I would rather not damage the ship we are… Appropriating."

"I don't break things!" Sirius said, running up the ramp and into the interior of the ship, taking in the rooms and furniture. Harry found the cockpit, and just as Anakin remembered, the robot, artoo something. It whistled in warning, but Harry knew better than to try to converse with it. Based on Anakin's memories, the droid was a little… fiesty. Harry flicked his wand, levitating the robot up. It whistled in surprise as Harry moved it out the cockpit and threw it down the ramp before closing it behind him. Harry was about to make his way to the cockpit when he heard something shatter in the other room.

"Sirius, what did you do?!" Harry demanded, approaching the room where the sound came from. The marauder in question appeared with a nervous smile.

"Nothing, come on, let's get out of here!" Harry narrowed his eyes, but led Sirius back to the cockpit all the same. Harry took the pilot's seat while Sirius occupied the co-pilots. Harry flicked a few switches and the engines roared to life.

"Okay, hold on…" Harry said, and moved a lever. Immediately, the ship rocked forwards, the nose scraping along the ground.

"Wait, wait!" Harry said, pulling back on the lever and stabilizing the ship.

"I thought you could fly this thing!" Sirius said, gripping his seat so hard his fingers were digging into the plastic-like material.

"Okay, first, I never said I could, second, it's like watching a portrait do something and trying to replicate it! Just because the portrait can doesn't mean-" The ship jerked right into a wall, all while a crowd of workers gathered to watch in confusion.

"I can!" Harry pushed the accelerator forwards and the ship eased out of the hangar.

"Oh! There we go!" Harry said with a smile, beaming at Sirius who was scowling.

"Great, just when it turns out I'm not dead, you're going to kill us both." Harry scoffed, directing his attention back to controlling the yacht.

"Hey, it was no more than a few minutes for you! I had to weather morons for fifteen years before I fell through the veil- Damn!"

"What?"

"I left Rookwood's body behind!" Sirius rolled his eyes, kicking his feet up on the dashboard.

"Ah, it doesn't matter. It's just a body." Harry shot him an incredulous galre, to which Sirius beamed.

"I now understand why you aren't an Auror anymore."

"My stunning good looks and charm just made them so jealous…"

"Well, that and you were sent to Azkaban." Sirius put a hand over his heart with a look of anguish.

"You hurt me, right here Harry. Speaking of which, you said you were going to get me caught up. Voldemort is dead?"

"Deader than dead, they have the body in the ministry to prove it."

"That's kind of sadistic…"

"Eh. It was Kingsley's idea, wanted to ward off any more dark lords."

"Kingsley? He's still kicking? Oh, how did Dumbledore feel about you killing Voldemort?"

"No idea, he was dead by that point?"

"He-He was? How? When?"

"Snape, my sixth year, the astronomy tower."

"Snivellus?!"

"Yup."

"Always knew we couldn't trust him! The grease is a dead give away!" Harry smiled as he tried to figure out the hyperspace, pointedly ignoring flight control as they demanded for him to identify himself.

"You and me both, Sirius."

"Okay, tell me everything."

"Everything?"

"Hey, I've got no stories about my dear godson! I need to know who I need to kill when we get back!" Harry sombered at that, catching Sirius's eye.

"What?"

"I… I don't think we will be able to go back."

"What?! Why?"

"I've… Been studying the veil for the last decade-ish, and nothing ever comes back through when I sent it through, regardless." Sirius fell silent for a second before speaking again.

"But… Why wasn't that crap around us when you arrived and I came to?"

"Pardon?"

"What did you throw through?" Harry thought for a second before responding.

"Cameras, a dog, the works."

"Why wasn't there a dog, or any cameras around us." Harry looked thoughtful, trying to come up with a reason, only to draw blanks.

"Good point… Maybe they were all sent to random places and points?"

"And somehow you ended up at the exact moment I did, in the same place? Damn Potter luck…"

"Great. Now I'm going to have bad luck for the next decade."

"It's that Potter luck, I'm telling you. James got Lily, and everything went downhill from there." They both shared a laugh.

"Okay, so where do you want me to start." Sirius clicked his tongue looking up at the ceiling of the yacht.

"First thing you remember, I guess."

Suffice it to say, by the end of the first week of Harry's memories, Sirius was about ready to kill someone.

A/N:

Bad Reiki here!

Thanks for reading chapter one of my little story! More will come later on, and will likely be longer than this one. I just wanted to get the ball rolling, so tell me what I can do better, or what you like thus far!

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