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Gillyflower, Heliotrope and Hemlock.	By : Kimmimaru Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Sirius Views: 9034 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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AN: I apologise, it may take a while to build up to the smut but it WILL happen I assure you. :) This is a long, multichap fic so expect a reasonably slow start as I introduce the plot. Enjoy and any comment is, as always, much appreciated. Thank you for reading.

Chapter One

I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused.

Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used.

Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise.

If I don't stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this

maze?

-'Dogs' Pink Floyd, Album; Animals.

Harry woke with a groan, he blinked rapidly and found himself looking up into blurred faces.

“Is he alright?”

“He looks pale...maybe we should get him something?”

“He’s fine, stop crowding him.”

“Look! He’s awake!”

“Ugh...wha’ happened?” Harry muttered, reaching out as something cold and hard was pressed into his hand, he sat up and the faces backed off slightly as he pushed his glasses on and blinked. He found himself gazing into his own reflection...except the mirror must have been broken or under some kind of spell because the eyes looking back at him were hazel, not green. Then it clicked. He remembered watching his father, Sirius and Remus enter the Heads office. He took a shuddery breath. “Dad?” He croaked slowly, his hand reaching for what must only be some kind of cruel mirage.

James shot Sirius a look. “Well...not quite yet. When I last saw you, you were a bump in Lily’s stomach and...” Suddenly his eyes filled with grief and he sighed shakily, rubbing his eyes beneath his glasses. “...And Lily was dying in my arms.” He croaked.

Harry frowned at that. “What? My mother was murdered by Lord Voldemort along with you when I was a baby...”

“I suppose it is time we explained.” Remus said softly, he was stood behind Sirius who was crouched by the sofa gazing at Harry with obvious fascination, like dog admiring a pack-mates litter. “We’re not the same people you think we are, Harry.” He said softly.

“Start from the beginning Moony, you’re confusing the poor lad.” Sirius said, still unable to take his eyes from Harry who was beginning to feel uncomfortable under that intense stare.

“Alright...” Remus perched on a table and fell silent for a few moments before speaking. “In 1980 we were part of a group of powerful wizards set up by Albus Dumbledore called the Order of the Phoenix, our task was to help liberate the Wizarding and Muggle world from the grips of Lord Voldemort and his Death Eaters. Our numbers were small, but we were powerful enough to withstand the attacks, our original intention was to prevent the total takeover of the Dark Lord, but...”

“But we failed.” James replied, messing his hair up at the back.

Remus inclined his head. “Lord Voldemort managed to take over the ministry, murdering the current minister for magic and pushing through Laws exiling Muggleborns and Bloodtraitors. The Purebloods rule over Muggles and any mixed blood Wizards, there are executions almost daily and the magical blood is dying out rapidly, some of us managed to flee and go underground where we rallied ourselves and soon became known terrorists, now we fight against the establishment to try and bring freedom to the oppressed.” He sighed heavily and pushed hair from his eyes, Harry noticed that he was bruised and battered with cuts and scratches all over his face and body.

Harry frowned. “But...that never happened...”

“Hush Prongslet.” Sirius said softly, “we’re getting there.” Harry shut his mouth on the question about the nickname and Remus continued.

“We managed well enough, constantly on the move, travelling from one place to the next, always under threat of attack and betrayal, but we kept ourselves alive. However, when our attacks on the Ministry became more frequent the Death Eaters put bounties on our heads, we became hunted, people were afraid to help us and finding food was becoming more and more difficult. One day Dumbledore pulled James, Sirius and myself aside and gave us a task...” He reached into his robes and withdrew a locket, it glowed with a soft light, Sirius and James both had theirs as well. “He gave us these, they allow us to travel between dimensions, a powerful and rare branch of magic that Dumbledore invented especially for a worst case scenario. He chose us three to use them if the worst happened...and it did not long afterwards. Voldemort’s spies found us beneath the Thames in one of our hideouts, we were betrayed by Peter Pettigrew who sold us for a few Galleons and his head.” Remus spat the words as if he had poison in his mouth and his face turned savage. “He opened our gates and let the bastards through all our wards, he gave us to them to save his own pathetic life! We were trapped in the tunnels beneath the river, we had been using the old sewage systems under the city to get around, but they caved them in, trapping us inside and they moved in to finish the slaughter...” Remus hung his head and closed his eyes, seemingly unable to go on.

James took up the story. “When we realised what had happened we tried to help the people, we were harbouring Muggleborns, protecting them and creating fake passports so we could get them out the country...they all died...they were ripped to shreds, blown to pieces...I can still hear their screams.” He swallowed and looked at Harry. “Lily was with us, s-she was supposed to come with us but...but as we were leaving we were caught in a blast and she was trapped. I fought my way back but...but I was too late, Voldemort stood over her, she was bleeding and screaming...holding her stomach...” He shuddered and Sirius put his hand on his shoulder. “He looked at me when he killed her. He looked me right in the eye as I struggled to get rocks and debris out my way...he watched me screaming and shouting as he raised his wand...” He closed his eyes. “He killed my wife and my unborn child...they were helpless...”

Sirius sighed. “We were too late to save her, by the time we got there she was too far gone. The baby had been dragged from her womb and dashed upon the rocks, Voldemort had ordered all ‘impure’ children to be executed so they murdered the baby.” Harry gaped, unable to help himself, the story was horrific, much worse than many of the tales he had heard or been told about Voldemort in his dimension. Sirius’ eyes were dark and heavily lidded as he took his turn to speak, there was a strange glitter in them that made Harry nervous. “After Lily, Voldemort went for Dumbledore, the fight was spectacular, it was beyond anything I have ever seen before but...in the end Voldemort proved too much for our leader and Albus was killed, his body strung up in Trafalgar Square naked and bald for everyone to see what happens to bloodtraitors. We managed to escape by the skin of our teeth and with the sacrifice of many of our friends, we escaped the purge and used Dumbledore’s magical pendants to come here.”

“Why?” Harry breathed. “What do you want from me?”

“We don’t know, Harry. Dumbledore never told us.” Remus replied softly.

Harry gazed at his father and friends, they all had a disturbing haunted look in their eyes which had been conspicuously absent when he had known them, all except Sirius. That darkness was the same he had gained in Azkaban, a strange knowing gleam in those silver depths that spoke volumes of all the suffering he had been forced to endure...only now it was worse. James had dried blood coating his hands and face, his glasses were cracked and his hair still covered in dust, his t-shirt was torn and bloodied but his hands remained steady. Remus looked worse for wear, although his hair was less grey than it had been when Harry had known him and he had less laughter lines, but they were all still people he loved, whether from another dimension or not.

“We heard that in this dimension Lord Voldemort has been defeated?” Sirius asked suddenly as he appraised Harry with those pretty yet haunting eyes. “Is it true? Did you kill him?”

“I-I...well, basically, yes...but...”

“Brilliant! Then all we need to do is find out how you did it and do it in our dimension too!” James said with a satisfied smile.

“But It wasn’t...I had help. I didn’t do it alone, I couldn’t have done it alone. I’m not special, I’m pretty average really...I don’t have any special powers or anything, I’m just...me.”

Sirius looked at him doubtfully. “Then how did you do it?”

“It’s....complicated.” Harry said with a sigh.

“There must be a reason we were sent here, Harry, and I think you are that reason.” Remus said with a small, sad smile. “If you tell us the story, then maybe we can go back.”

“The spell holding us here will break the moment we have the right information, effectively sending us back to our own time...and the sooner the better, I hate this waiting. The faster I get my hands on that snake-freaks throat the better I’ll feel.” James hissed, his eyes darkening.

There was silence for a long while before Harry sighed and ran fingers through his hair. “Alright, I’ll tell you what I did...” he embarked on his own tale, he explained about Horcruxes and how they worked, he told them how Voldemort had chosen him to defeat him, about his scar, about how he was the last Horcrux and to truly destroy him he had to die himself at Voldemorts own hands. When he was done James was gaping at him and Sirius looked impressed. “But I wouldn’t have been able to do any of that if it weren’t for my friends and Dumbledore, I could never have done it alone.”

“I see...so all we have to do is hunt down these Horcruxes to kill him?” James said softly.

“Pretty much, but you will also have to destroy the main body, the little pieces of souls inside the Horcruxes are also protected by potent magic.”

“Can you tell us where they’re hidden?” Sirius asked.

“Will they be hidden in the same places in your dimension?”

James frowned thoughtfully. “I’m not sure...Our worlds may be parallel but they’re not the same.”

“Maybe we should have the list just in case.” Remus said.

Harry nodded and McGonagall gave him quill and parchment to write the list, he did so quickly; The Locket in the Cave, the Cup in Lestrange’s bank Vault, the ring in the old Gaunt house, the Diadem in the Room of Requirement at Hogwarts, the diary in the hands of the Malfoy’s, the snake Nagini by Voldemorts side...then he looked up. “I’m not sure about the last one, it was me...but he created it in 1981 when he killed my mother and father.”

“Well, he wouldn’t have created it then, would he?” Sirius said reasonably.

“And he never will...which means that we only have six to look for.” James said brightly.

“but even then he’s a powerful enemy.” Harry said softly.

“That’s a point, how did you kill him in the end?” James asked.

“Well...” Harry explained to them about the wands, the matching cores, wand ownership and even that he was the owner of the Elder wand.

Sirius’ jaw dropped. “It’s real?!” He gasped, eyes glittering. “Are you telling me...the Deathly hallows...all of it is...real?”

Harry didn’t like the look in his eyes, it was power hungry and reminded him too much of his cousins. “You can’t use them.” He said slowly. “I won’t tell you where they are...it’s best no one knows.”

“Why?! They helped you didn’t they?” James asked looking nearly as excited as Sirius. “We would definitely be able to beat Voldemort with the Elder wand!”

Remus shook his head. “The cloak, James...think about the cloak.”

“Cloak? Oh you mean the invisi-...” He fell silent and his jaw dropped. “You mean...?”

Harry withdrew his silvery cloak and James took out his. “A real Invisibility cloak, immune to most basic spells to remove it or affect its invisibility...”

“This is the cloak? The one Death was supposed to give to Ignotus Peverell?”

“Yeah, we’re descended from him and since then it’s been passed down from father to son until you gave it to Dumbledore before you died.” Harry smiled at his cloak, he never went anywhere without it now, he liked to be able to hide from the press who continued to dog his footsteps.

“I have one of the Deathly Hallows...” James whispered, running the cloak through his fingers slowly as if seeing it for the first time.

“But what of the others? The wand and the stone...?” Sirius said, looking at Harry carefully.

“I told you, I won’t tell you where they are. The Wand’s bloody history dies with me and the stone is lost.”

Sirius pouted. “Master of Death...would have been really useful.”

“Yes, except you forget the cost of their use, Sirius.” Remus said softly. “Only the cloak is safe because it’s used to hide and extend life not kill or take it away, or even give it back.”

“Yeah, I suppose so...god Remus, you’re so boring sometimes...can’t you let a man dream?”

Remus chuckled softly. “I would, except your Slytherin blood won’t let you let it go until I’ve spoken sense.”

“True.” Sirius grinned. “The hat was rather insistent about me being green and silver, but the colours wash out my skin whereas crimson suited me just fine.” He smiled at Harry, his eyes heavily lidded so he resembled his cousin more than ever, it made him uncomfortable so he looked away but not before he saw Sirius smirk.

“Right, now I would like my office back if you please.” McGonagall said firmly. “And if I ever see you boys in this school again I shall eject you forcibly, I have no wish to spend the rest of my time here cleaning up after you lot.”

“Oh Minerva, I’m hurt that you would assume we hadn’t grown up!” James said dramatically.

“I know you haven’t Potter, it’s written all over your face. Now, go with Harry and he will make sure you have somewhere to stay where you cannot cause trouble.”

“Would we?” Sirius said, all innocence. Harry chuckled.

“I’ll look after them, professor. Oh, I was wandering if you would give this to Neville, Hermione wants him around for dinner this weekend.”

“Very well, but I’m not an owl.”

“Sorry.” He smiled and waved before they left together using floo powder.
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