It Tends To Repeat Itself.

If I owned Harry Potter, there would be no "happily ever after" epilogue. There would be a "and then..." epilogue. You know. The type that insinuates the coming of another story.

The Thing About History Is, It Tends To Repeat Itself.

1995

Sirius sat on the couch in Grimmauld Place, his eyes distant. People were avoiding him again, and he was sure he'd heard Molly say something about him "sulking." Yeah. Right.

"Sirius?"

He looked up. Standing nervously in the doorway, twisting the hem of his overlarge shirt, was Harry. "Can I come in?"

Sirius waved his hand in that ridiculous way he'd always had about himself. "Sure." Although, despite the word that just spilled from his lips, Sirius wasn't too sure he wanted to talk to Harry right now.

Hesitantly, Harry seated himself on the edge of the couch. "Are you alright?"

Sirius hesitated. "How much have people actually told you about the Seventies at Hogwarts?"

Uncertain where exactly this was going, Harry shrugged. "I dunno. You were there, and Professor Lupin, and my parents…"

Sirius rubbed his face. "No that's… not exactly what I was talking about. Have you ever seen our yearbook?"

Harry blinked. "Hogwarts has yearbooks?" Then, his lips twitched. "No, don't answer that. Hermione would slap me for considering that it didn't."

Sirius barked out a laugh. "Gosh, you sound –" he stopped, a shadow crossing briefly over his face.

"Like my dad?" Harry guessed, although there was a faint note of irritation at always being compared to his father.

Sirius shook his head. "No," he mumbled. "Y'sound just like I did, fifth year. Moony said something, 'n I said, 'there's a yearbook?' in that same tone…" he drifted off, his eyes distant. Shaking his head, he returned to his original topic. "No, but what I meant was, on the page for James, there was this picture. It was a picture of the Yule Ball, in our fifth year. The only photograph that had all of us Marauders and Lily – although I think she was really in the picture by accident."

Harry tilted his head to the side, and Sirius was suddenly struck by how unlike James or Lily Harry really was. Harry was a mix of Dumbledore and McGonagall and Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley and the Weasley twins and Remus Lupin and –

And me, Sirius realized. He's something all himself, but there really isn't a whole lot of Harry that is really like James or Lily.

"Sirius?"

Sirius jerked, and realized that he had been drifting away again. "I… it's just intriguing, how life is. She avoided James for so long – though she really only screamed at him once or twice. But she studiously avoided him, and really, if I'd had to choose, I'd have thought she'd have married Moony. After all, they were both prefects, both smart, both not quite as large of rule-breakers as James and I were…"

Harry looked confused. "What d'you mean? She avoided him? My mum didn't hate my dad, did she?"

Sirius barked out a laugh, faintly flavored with bitterness. "No, I think she always liked him to a certain extent. But she was childhood-friends with Sni-Snape, and James hated Snape – prob'ly for that reason. So they clashed because of that, really. But otherwise, I think Lily saw James as immature, but cute."

"Oh."

There was a long silence then, punctuated by clunking somewhere out in the hallway. Sirius took a deep breath, struggling to put something into words.

"I fell in love, once," he said, intent on Harry hearing something in his words. Harry nodded slowly.

"Yeah?"

Sirius took another steadying breath. "I fell in love, once… it was horrible, and wonderful, all at the same time. But – even though I was a Gryffindor – I never told them. I was… terrified, of what they'd say to me. Of what they'd think. So they never knew. And then they – died."

Harry looked conflicted, as if he wasn't sure exactly what he was supposed to say. "Erm…"

Sirius shook his head. "It's nothing, Harry. Just… If you fall in love, don't do what I did."

Harry shrugged. "Alright."

1996

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.

Harry saw the look of mingled fear and surprise on his godfather's wasted, once-handsome face as he fell through the ancient doorway and disappeared behind the veil, which fluttered for a moment as though in a high wind, then fell back into place.

Harry heard Bellatrix Lestrange's triumphant scream, but knew it meant nothing - Sirius had only just fallen through the archway, he would reappear from the other side any second…

But Sirius did not reappear.

"SIRIUS!" Harry yelled. "SIRIUS!"

He had reached the floor, his breath coming in searing gasps. Sirius must be just behind the curtain, he, Harry, would pull him back out…

But as he reached the ground and sprinted towards the dais, Lupin grabbed Harry around the chest, holding him back.

"There's nothing you can do, Harry -"

"Get him, save him, he's only just gone through!"

"- it's too late, Harry."

"We can still reach him -" Harry struggled hard and viciously, but Lupin would not let go…

"There's nothing you can do, Harry… nothing… he's gone." (OotP, Chptr 35)

1999

So many dreams… lost. Blinking back tears, a dark-haired man leaned against a stone wall, paralleling the actions of his godfather eighteen years before.

If only he hadn't trusted her… and now they were dead, and he was off to prison, with no way to save his godson, or inform his only remaining friends what was going on.

2010

He wasn't sure of the year. Half the time, he was certain that it was still June 30th, 1998, the second-worst day of his life. Other days, he was certain that it was October 31st, 1999 – the worst day of his life.

But when the Minister of Magic walked through the halls of Azkaban, he felt a wave of irony, and asked for the copy of The Daily Prophet tucked under the man's arm.

Emblazoned across the front page were the words BOY-WHO-LIVED Completes First Year At Hogwarts. And there was a photo.

The wizarding world had moving photographs in color, now, even in the newspapers, and the three children smiling out of the page made his heart leap.

A small boy with cheekbones that could only belong to the Black family, his pale blonde hair falling in his face. His tie was blue and copper.

A puckish girl with blue hair and amber eyes, her mischievous grin lighting up her entire face. Her tie was also blue and copper.

A boy with wild hair, red as red can be, utterly untamable, his eyes light brown and lonely, stared out from the center of the picture. His tie was red and gold.

The redhead had a white owl on his shoulder. The girl had a toad perched on her head. The blond boy had a cat – a vibrantly orange cat with a jagged scar down her face.

Green eyes flared, and the Azkaban cell was abruptly empty of a human inmate. Gritting its teeth against a yowl, a scrawny black cat forced its way out of the cell, causing enormous bleeding wounds as it did so.

2011

"Scorp — are you okay?"

"Where's the cat?"

"Not a cat," Scorpius moaned. His teeth were gritted with pain. "Sirius, it's a trap —"

"What —"

"He's the cat… he's an Animagus."

Scorpius was staring over Sirius' shoulder. Sirius wheeled around. With a snap, the man in the shadows closed the door behind them.

A mass of filthy, matted hair hung to his shoulders. If green eyes hadn't been shining out of the deep, dark sockets, he might have been a corpse. The waxy skin was stretched so tightly over the bones of his face, it looked like a skull. A strangely-shaped scar stood out on his forehead. It was Harry Potter.

"Expelliarmus!" he whispered, flicking his hand at them.

Sirius' and Andri's wands shot out of their hands, high in the air, and Potter caught them. Then he took a step closer. His eyes were fixed on Sirius.

"I thought you'd come and help your friend," he said hoarsely.

His voice sounded as though he had long since lost the habit of using it. "Your father would have done the same for me. For that matter, I would have done the same thing for him…"

The taunt about his father rang in Sirius' ears as though Potter had bellowed it. A boiling hate erupted in Sirius' chest, leaving no place for fear. For the first time in his life, he wanted his wand back in his hand, not to defend himself, but to attack… to kill.

Without knowing what he was doing, he started forward, but there was a sudden movement on either side of him and two pairs of hands grabbed him and held him back…"No, Sirius!" Andri gasped in a petrified whisper; Scorpius, however, spoke to Potter.

"If you want to kill Sirius, you'll have to kill us too!" he said fiercely, though the effort of standing upright was draining him of still more color, and he swayed slightly as he spoke.

A sad smile flickered faintly over Potter's face.

"Lie down," he said quietly to Scorpius. "You will damage that leg even more."

"Did you hear me?" Scorpius said weakly, though he was clinging painfully to Sirius to stay upright. "You'll have to kill all three of us!"

"There'll be only one murder here tonight," said Potter, his eyes intense.

"Why's that?" Sirius spat, trying to wrench himself free of Scorpius, and Andromeda. "Didn't care last time, did you? Didn't mind slaughtering all those children to get at Aunt Ginny… What's the matter, gone soft in Azkaban?"

"Sirius!" Andri whimpered. "Be quiet!"

"HE KILLED MY MUM AND DAD!" Sirius roared, and with a huge effort he broke free of Andri's and Scorpius' restraint and lunged forward —

He had forgotten about magic — he had forgotten that he was short and skinny and twelve, whereas Potter was a full-grown man – if rather short – all Sirius knew was that he wanted to hurt Potter as badly as he could and that he didn't care how much he got hurt in return —

Perhaps it was the shock of Sirius doing something so stupid, but Potter didn't raise the wands in time — one of Sirius' hands fastened over his wasted wrist, forcing the wand tips away; the knuckles of Sirius' other hand collided with the side of Potter's head and they fell, backward, into the wall —

Andri was screaming; Scorpius was yelling; there was a blinding flash as the wands in Potter's hand clattered to the floor;Sirius felt the shrunken arm under his fingers twisting madly, but he clung on, his other hand punching every part of Potter it could find.

An explosion of light made Sirius' head hurt, as all three of them were flung off of Potter, his hands glowing faintly. Potter looked exhausted, and Sirius remembered with shock – Potter could do wandless magic!

From the floor, he saw his own wand rolling across the floor; he threw himself toward it but

"Argh!"

Perseus had joined the fray; his wings flapping furiously as his claws had sunk themselves deep into Sirius' arm; hurt by the betrayal of his own owl, Sirius threw him off, but Perseus now darted toward Sirius' wand —

"NO YOU DON'T!" roared Sirius, and he aimed a half-hearted punch at Perseus that made the owl flap hurriedly out of the way; Sirius snatched up his wand and turned —

"Get out of the way!" he shouted at Scorpius and Andromeda.

They didn't need telling twice. Andromeda, gasping for breath, her lip bleeding, scrambled aside, snatching up her and Scorpius' wands. Scorpius crawled to the four-poster and collapsed onto it, panting, his white face now tinged with green, both hands clutching his broken leg.

Potter was sprawled at the bottom of the wall. His thin chest rose and fell rapidly as he watched Sirius walking slowly nearer, his wand pointing straight at Potter's heart.

"Going to kill me, Sirius?" he whispered.

Sirius stopped right above him, his wand still pointing at Potter's chest, looking down at him. A livid bruise was rising around Potter's right eye and his lip was bleeding.

"You killed my parents," said Sirius, his voice shaking slightly, but his wand hand quite steady.

A tear streaked down Potter's face, startling Sirius. His eyes looked absolutely tortured.

"I don't deny it," he said very quietly. "But if you knew the whole story."

"The whole story?" Sirius repeated, a furious pounding in his ears. "You handed them over to Le Stranges. That's all I need to know."

"You've got to listen to me," Potter said, and there was a note of urgency in his voice now. "You'll regret it if you don't… You don't understand…"

"I understand a lot better than you think," said Sirius, and his voice shook more than ever. "You never heard her, did you? My mum… trying to stop Snapefrom killing me… and you did that… you did it…"

Before either of them could say another word, something white streaked past Sirius; Perseus leapt onto Potter's chest and settled himself there, right over Potter's heart. Potter blinked and looked at the owl.

"Silly Pers'," he murmured, trying to push Perseus off him. Sirius gaped – how did he know Perseus' name?

But Perseus sank his claws into Potter's robes and wouldn't shift. He turned his beautiful white face to Sirius and looked up at him with those great golden eyes. To his right, Andri gave a dry sob, while Scorpius made a choking sound.

Sirius stared down at Potter and Perseus, tears coming to his eyes. What if he had to kill Perseus too? He was in league with Potter… If he was prepared to die, trying to protect Potter… No. He wouldn't think like that. Surely Perseus was smart enough to fly away?

Sirius raised the wand. Now was the moment to do it. Now was the moment to avenge his mother and father. He was going to kill Potter. He had to kill Potter. This was his chance…

The seconds lengthened. And still Sirius stood frozen there, wand poised, Potter staring up at him, Perseus on his chest. Scorpius' ragged breathing came from near the bed; Andri was quite silent.

And then came a new sound —

Muffled footsteps were echoing up through the floor — someone was moving downstairs.

"WE'RE UP HERE!" Andri screamed suddenly. "WE'RE UP HERE — HARRY POTTER — QUICK!"

Potter made a startled movement that almost dislodged Perseus; Sirius gripped his wand convulsively — Do it now! said a voice in his head — but the footsteps were thundering up the stairs and Sirius still hadn't done it.

The door of the room burst open in a shower of red sparks and Sirius wheeled around as Professor Longbottom came hurtling into the room, his face bloodless, his wand raised and ready. His eyes flickered over Scorpius, lying on the floor, over Andromeda, cowering next to the door, to Sirius, standing there with his wand covering Potter, and then to Potter himself, crumpled and bleeding at Sirius' feet.

"Expelliarmus!" Longbottom shouted.

Sirius' wand flew once more out of his hand; so did the two Andromeda was holding. Longbottom caught them all deftly, then moved into the room, staring at Potter, who still had Perseus lying protectively across his chest.

Sirius stood there, feeling suddenly empty. He hadn't done it. His nerve had failed him. Potter was going to be handed back to the Dementors.

Then Longbottom spoke, in a very tense voice.

"Where is she, Harry?"

Sirius looked quickly at Longbottom. He didn't understand what Longbottom meant. Who was Longbottom talking about? He turned to look at Potter again.

Potter's face was quite expressionless. For a few seconds, he didn't move at all. Then, very slowly, he raised his empty hand and pointed straight at Scorpius. Mystified, Sirius glanced around at Scorpius, who was looking from Potter to Longbottom, and then to the cat that was curled in his lap. Could it be…?

"But then…" Longbottom muttered, staring at Potter so intently it seemed he was trying to read his mind, "… why hasn't she shown herself before now? Unless" — Longbottom's eyes suddenly widened, as though he was seeing something beyond Potter, something none of the rest could see, "— unless she was the one… unless you switched… without telling me?"

Very slowly, his blazing green gaze never leaving Longbottom's face, Potter nodded. "There wasn't time."

"Professor," Sirius interrupted loudly, "what's going on —?"

But he never finished the question, because what he saw made his voice die in his throat. Longbottom was lowering his wand, gazing fixed at Potter. The Professor walked to Potter's side, seized his hand, pulled him to his feet so that Perseus flapped wildly, and embraced Potter.

"Should've realized," he mumbled, pulling back slightly.

Sirius felt as though the bottom had dropped out of his stomach.

"I DON'T BELIEVE IT!" Andri screamed.

Longbottom let go of Potter and turned to her. She had raised herself off the floor and was pointing at Longbottom, wild-eyed. Her hair was rapidly cycling repeatedly through the rainbow. "You — you —"

"Andromeda —"

"– you and him!"

"Andromeda, calm down —"

"I didn't tell anyone!" Andri shrieked. "I've been covering up for you —"

"Andromeda, listen to me, please" Longbottom shouted. "I can explain —"

Sirius could feel himself shaking, not with fear, but with a fresh wave of fury.

"I trusted you," he shouted at Longbottom, his voice wavering, out of control, "and all the time you've been his friend!"

"You're wrong," said Longbottom. "I haven't been Harry's friend, but I am now — Let me explain…"

"NO!" Andri screamed. "Sirius, don't trust him, he's been helping Potter get into the castle, he wants you dead too — he's an Isgrlaud!"

There was a ringing silence. Everyone's eyes were now on Longbottom, who looked remarkably calm, though rather pale.

"Not quite, Andromeda," he said. "Only one out of three, I'm afraid. I have not been helping Harry get into the castle and I certainly don't want Sirius dead." An odd shiver passed over his face. "But I won't deny that I am an Isgrlaud."

Scorpius made a valiant effort to get up again but fell back with a whimper of pain. Longbottom made toward him, looking concerned, but Scorpius flinched away.

Longbottom stopped dead. Then, with an obvious effort, he turned to Andri and said, "How long have you known?"

"Ages," Andri whispered. "Since I did Professor Finnegan's essay…"

"He'll be delighted," said Longbottom coolly. "He assigned that essay hoping someone would realize what my symptoms meant… Did you check the lunar chart and realize that I was always ill at the dark of moon? Or did you realize that the Boggart changed into blood when it saw me?"

"Both," Andri said quietly.

Longbottom forced a laugh.

"You're the cleverest witch of your age I've ever met, Andromeda, aside from Sirius' mother."

"I'm not," Andri whispered. "If I'd been a bit cleverer, I'd have told everyone what you are!"

"But they already know," said Longbottom. "At least, the staff do."

"McGonagall hired you when she knew you were an Isgrlaud," Scorpius gasped. "Is she insane?"

"Some of the staff thought so," said Longbottom. "She had to work very hard to convince certain teachers that I'm trustworthy —"

"AND SHE WAS WRONG!" Sirius yelled. "YOU'VE BEEN HELPING HIM ALL THE TIME!"

He was pointing at Potter, who suddenly crossed to the four-poster bed and sank onto it, his face hidden in one shaking hand. Perseus dropped to his shoulder and began preening his wild hair. Scorpius edged away from both of them, dragging his leg.

"I have not been helping Harry," said Longbottom. "If you'll give me a chance, I'll explain. Look —"

He separated Sirius', Scorpius' and Andri's wands and threw each back to its owner; Sirius caught his, stunned.

"There," said Longbottom, sticking his own wand back into his belt "You're armed, we're not. Now will you listen?"

Sirius didn't know what to think. Was it a trick?

"If you haven't been helping him," he said, with a furious glance at Potter, "how did you know he was here?"

"The map," said Longbottom. "The Marauder's Map. I was in my office examining it —"

"You know how to work it?" Sirius said suspiciously.

"Of course I know how to work it," said Longbottom, waving his hand impatiently. "It belonged to Harry in the first place – he taught all of us how to use it. Me, Luna, your parents… and Ginny Weasley."

"Aunt Ginny –"

"The important thing is, I was watching it carefully this evening, because I had an idea that you, Scorpius, and Andromeda might try and sneak out of the castle to visit Hagrid before he was taken away. And I was right, wasn't I?"

He had started to pace up and down, looking at them. Little patches of dust rose at his feet.

"You might have been wearing Harry's old cloak, Sirius—"

"How d'you know about the cloak? Wait… it belonged to him?"

"Of course, he gave it to your parents when they went into hiding…" said Longbottom, waving an impatient hand again.

"The point is, even if you're wearing an Invisibility Cloak, you still show up on the Marauder's Map. I watched you cross the grounds and enter Hagrid's hut. Twenty minutes later, you left Hagrid, and set off back toward the castle. But you were now accompanied by somebody else."

"What?" said Sirius. "No, we weren't!"

"I couldn't believe my eyes," said Longbottom, still pacing, and ignoring Harry's interruption. "If I hadn't known better, I would have thought the map was malfunctioning. How could she be with you? She'd been dead for years."

"No one was with us!" said Sirius.

"And then I saw another dot, moving fast toward you, labeled Harry Potter… I saw him collide with you; I watched as he pulled two of you into the Whomping Willow —"

"One of us!" Scorpius said, but a frown creased his brow.

"No, Scorpius," said Longbottom. "Two of you."

He had stopped his pacing, his eyes moving over Scorpius.

"Do you think I could have a look at the cat?" he said evenly.

"What?" said Scorpius. "What's Oriana got to do with it?"

"Everything," said Longbottom. "Could I see her, please?"

Scorpius didn't hesitate, dumping Oriana into Longbottom's arms, while keeping ahold of her tail to stop her from escaping. Perseus flapped his wings loudly and screeched with anger.

Longbottom seemed to be holding his breath as he gazed intently at Oriana, holding her up to his face. The cat was writhing, attempting as best she could to scratch or hurt Professor Longbottom.

"What's Scorpius' cat got to do with anything?" Andri frowned

"That's not a cat," croaked Harry Potter suddenly.

"What d'you mean — of course she's a cat —" Andri began.

Scorpius gasped, and clenched his fists. "No… no way."

"No, she's not," said Longbottom quietly. "She's a witch."

"An Animagus," said Potter, "by the name of Ginevra Weasley."

"Impossible!" Andri shouted, but Scorpius had a look of horror on his face.

"No, no, Andri, it makes sense!"

Andri and Sirius turned to their injured friend. "How, Scorp?" Sirius asked.

Scorpius was staring with angry eyes at his once-beloved pet. "Just like in the first war, how Sirius Black was innocent, and Pettigrew posed as your dad's pet, Sirius. Only… how?"

Longbottom seemed to sag, looking pained. "Yes… that is my fault."

Potter jerked, looking furious. "Don't you dare blame yourself, Neville! Snivellous just holds a hell of a grudge, that's not your fault."

Longbottom shook his head. "But this never would have happened if we – the Ministry Six – hadn't decided to become Animagi. Well, you five did, to help me."

At this point, Oriana began fighting even harder. Rolling his eyes, Longbottom pulled his wand and mumbled. Oriana went stiff as a board – Petrificus Totalus.

"You see, an Isgrlaud will only fall into a frenzy when provoked, or, if not provoked, once a month at the dark of moon. But it will only kill humans. It is happy to injure anything, but it will only cause mortal wounds to humans."

He paused, smiling sadly at Sirius. "Your parents and Luna were the first to accomplish it. Your mum was an owl – too small to battle an Isgrlaud – while your dad was a lion. Luna was a hare."

Longbottom smiled faintly. "Harry hadn't accomplished it yet, but I think – a jaguar, right?"

Potter nodded.

Longbottom rubbed the back of his neck. "With them to accompany me and keep me in check, well, highly exciting possibilities were open to us now that we could all transform. Soon we were leaving the Shrieking Shack and roaming the school grounds and the village by night. It was dangerous – there were near misses, many of them.

"But we were careful, and Harry watched us by broom with the Marauders' Map in hand. As many know, Harry was strong enough in magic to hold me in check long enough for Ron to turn me around, and we were all extremely conscientious. I hadn't thought that Harry would complete the Animagus transformation while in Azkaban, nor, frankly, did I want to think about him there at all. In my eyes, Harry was dead. Until now."

Andri scowled. "But then, why does Professor Finnegan hate you so much?"

Longbottom winced. "Because I nearly went into a frenzy on him."

Potter was staring determinedly at the floor, and Longbottom looked as tense as a high wire. Finally, after a moment of silence, Scorpius hesitantly asked "Why?"

Longbottom sighed. "He took Hermione – your mother, Sirius – out on a date to Hogsmeade, in our second seventh year. But, well, he did something – he, he,"

Potter stood sharply. "Don't be nice, Neville," he snapped harshly. "He raped her."

Sirius felt bile well up in his throat at the idea of Finnegan raping his mother. Scorpius looked ill, and Andri's hair had gone limp and brown. Finally, he croaked, "What then?"

Longbottom looked cornered. Potter scowled. "Neville found him on her, and almost killed him. The Ministry had a field day, and the only reason Nev finished out school was because it was all covered up and Finnegan stayed at school as well. Then, Dumbledore, who was still Headmaster, offered a job to Finnegan. It's a twenty-year contract, McGonagall can't get rid of him till 2018."

"So," Andri said, her hair growing a little less limp, "He hates you because you caught him in the act?"

"That's right," sneered a cold voice from the wall behind Longbottom.

Seamus Finnegan was pulling off the Invisibility Cloak, his wand pointing directly at Longbottom.

2013

Harry sat on the couch in Grimmauld Place, his eyes distant. People were avoiding him again, and he was sure he'd heard Cho say something about him "sulking." Yeah. Right.

"H-Harry?"

Harry looked up, and swallowed a gasp of shock, feeling déjà vu curl down his spine. Standing in the doorway, twisting his hands in the pockets of his robes, was Sirius Harrison Weasley.

"Come here," he said, his memory drifting back to his conversation with Sirius Black all those years ago.

Sirius settled himself on the edge of the couch. "Is something wrong, Harry?"

Harry sighed. He now had a good idea of what had made Sirius feel so morose in that last year of his life. As the Order scampered around Grimmauld Place, he saw something in the "Golden Trio" that he was almost certain Sirius had seen in the previous "Golden Trio."

Andromeda Lupin – the not just the brains, as Hermione had been, but a good bit more rebellious as well. Her older brother, Theodore, was going into his last year at Hogwarts this year.

Scorpius Malfoy – cleverer than Ron had ever been, but still the Padfoot to Sirius' Prongs. Pale as his father, he'd inherited his mother's gentle nature. Sooner or later, though, Harry had the feeling that the boy would renounce his father.

Sirius Harrison Weasley – son of Ron and Hermione, his godson. This generation's "Chosen One." Messy red hair, brown eyes, and an intense personality marked him as the son of Harry's two best friends.

"Harry?"

Harry jerked, he hadn't realized how lost in thought he'd been. "Sirius, I was once in love." He couldn't believe what he was going to say – almost the same thing as Sirius, so long ago.

"I fell in love, but I was too scared – and too loyal – to speak up. And then –" Harry paused. He knew now, what had gone into the pause before Sirius (the first) had said 'they died.' But did he dare…

"And then they got married."

Sirius looked startled. "What?"

Harry rubbed at his face. "They got married. To each other. They had a wonderful child. And then they died."

Sirius was gaping, but Harry didn't dare stop. "Just… If you fall in love, don't do what I did."

Sirius shrugged. "Alright."

2014

It seemed to take Harry an age to fall: his body curved in a graceful arc as he sank backwards into the pool.

Sirius saw the look of mingled surprise and sadness on his godfather's wasted, once-handsome face as he fell into the shimmering, silvery pool.

Sirius heard Bellatrix Lestrange's triumphant scream, but knew it meant nothing - Harry had only just fallen into the pool, he would jump back out any second…

But Harry did not reappear.

"HARRY!" Sirius yelled. "HARRY!"

He had reached the floor, his breath coming in searing gasps. Harry must be just below the surface, he, Sirius, would pull him back out…

But as he reached the ground and sprinted towards the dais, Longbottom grabbed Sirius around the chest, holding him back.

"There's nothing you can do, Sirius -"

"Get him, save him, he's only just gone through!"

"- it's too late, Sirius."

"We can still reach him -" Sirius struggled hard and viciously, but Longbottom would not let go…

"There's nothing you can do, Sirius… nothing… he's gone." (OotP, Chptr 35)

2018

Sirius Weasley sat by the edge of a faintly shimmering pool of magical energy, smiling sadly.

"Hi, Harry," he whispered. "Can you hear me? The war's over. Finally. Professor Longbottom finally gave in and married Luna Lovegood, and they named their first kids Ron and Hermione. McGonagall's gone, and Teddy's off traveling, but I think that he's got a crush on Cousin Lillian. It'd be cool if they got married."

He paused, and turned, smiling faintly as a petite blonde man was dragged towards him by a woman with black and green hair.

"As for your advice – I took it."

"Andri!" Scorpius leaned against the wall erected to keep people from falling into the pool. "Did we have to run?"

Andri laughed, sending flickers of turquoise-blue through her striped hair. "Baby. And I'm the one who's pregnant!"

Sirius grinned, and turned around. "C'mon, Andri, you know that Scorp has no stamina on the ground."

Scorpius raised his eyebrows. "Oh, really." Taking two swift steps forward, he tangled his hands in Sirius' hair, and gave him a passionate kiss.

After a moment, Andri conjured a book and whacked them over the heads.

"Oi, idiots, we still have to go the St. Mungo's today."

Sirius pulled away for a moment. "Wha?"

Andri rolled her eyes. "I haven't the least idea which of you planted this bugger in my stomach, and I'll be damned if I don't know who to yell at in the birthing rooms. Come on, idiots."

"Language, Andri," Scorpius scolded halfheartedly. There was a faint smile on his face, though.

The three of them joined hands, and walked away from the pool.

All italicized blocks are taken from the books verbatim. The bold words inside the italicized blocks are my own changes to the canon wording. If you squint and ignore Dumble's death in HBP and ignore the Epilogue in DH, then this is almost canon.

Cheers! This is my first Sirius/James, even if unrequited. This is also my first completed threesome fic.

A definition for Isgrlaud - infected by a potion-caused disease that uses the blood of Red Caps, an Isgrlaud finds themself hungering for bloodshed and pain. At the dark of moon, if one has not gone into a frenzy, they will find the nearest human and shed its blood and cause pain until the human dies. The more control one has, the less of a problem it is - Neville Longbottom, one of the first Isgrlaud, spills his own blood, and causes himself pain, rather that feed on other people. They also gain a talent for evoking pain in other people, and can be thrown into a frenzy by a Cruciatus Curse or Sectumsempra. From the Welsh for Scarlet (ysgarlad)