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Pleasant Dreams	By : newyorican Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Slash - Male/Male Views: 17572 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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Chapter 3 – Legend of the Dreamcatcher

“It’s not hard to make decisions when you know what your values are…”

/Jacob/Harry

Sirius never thought he could be so awed by Gringotts.

Growing up in the Wizarding world, he only ever saw it as a bank run by goblins. There was nothing magical or special about it because it was like an ordinary building. Now, however, as he approached the Wizarding bank for the first time since he’d regained his freedom, he was filled with the same awe he was sure many Muggleborns felt upon laying their eyes on it.

Sirius felt a secure feeling enclose around him and he smiled a little, ignoring the surrounding people that still eyed him with distrust. He didn’t think he could miss something as simple as going to the bank since his incarceration. Moony had told him, albeit sadly, that Sirius more-than-likely missed the freedom to do so more than the actual bank.

The ex-convict tended to ignore the sad look as well as his feelings of bitter resentment.

Walking into the bank, Sirius couldn’t help but sway his hips slightly and begin to strut. He felt more like his title, Lord Black, and couldn’t help but smirk slightly. Being a prankster by nature, he couldn’t help but feel like out of the entire Wizarding world he’d gotten the last laugh. It was…victorious.

“May I help you?” the goblin at the front desk sneered.

Sirius grinned wolfishly. “Why, yes, you may,” he said cheerfully. “I need to visit my family vault.”

“Key?”

Sirius dug into his coin purse Moony had stuffed in his hand before leaving, ignoring the goblin’s raised eyebrow and amused smirk, and pulled out his gold key. “Here you go,” he chirped.

The goblin looked at the key and glanced at Sirius once more before nodding his head. “Follow Ragnok, Lord Black. He will lead you to your vault.”

Sirius nodded and smiled pleasantly, closing his coin purse and stuffing it in his pocket away from criticizing eyes. He managed to walk two steps before someone called his name. Stiffening slightly, he turned around with a polite smile. “Narcissa, always a pleasure,” he murmured softly, Pureblood etiquette kicking in as he placed a gentle kiss on her hand.

“Sirius,” Narcissa returned evenly, her lips curled in the smallest of smiles as she placed her hand back at her side. “I was wondering if we could perhaps meet for lunch.”

Sirius eyed her with open distrust and suspicion. “What for?” he asked bluntly, his Gryffindor side promptly kicking out his Pureblood upbringing.

“I can’t see how my cousin is faring after being locked away in Azkaban for twelve years?” Narcissa cocked an eyebrow.

Sirius didn’t buy it. “Narcissa, I have some business to attend to and I was going to have lunch with my godson and Remus.”

To Narcissa’s credit, her upper lip curled in distaste was not noticeable by other people. “It is important that I speak with you,” she said softly.

Sirius looked into her eyes, searching for truth or sincerity or something good in them. He hesitated slightly before nodding. “After I finish my business here, I was going to pay for Harry’s books at Flourish and Blotts and then we can meet at the Leaky Cauldron afterwards. I guess Harry will have to wait a little longer for that ice cream.”

Narcissa barely prevented a disgusted shiver from rolling down her back at the thought of dining at a place of little to no class, but nodded. “Our meeting involves my son and so I shall be bringing him.”

Sirius winced at the thought of the spoiled, arrogant junior Malfoy. “Do you really think that wise?” Harry would probably blow a gasket at having to eat along with his rival from school, and Sirius couldn’t blame him. If he’d been forced to eat lunch with Severus Snape outside of school, there’d be hell to pay.

Narcissa seemed to think along the same lines as Sirius, but nodded anyways. “It is of the utmost importance that we meet as soon as possible, and my son needs to be with me.”

Sirius sighed and took a moment to ponder it. On one hand, he really didn’t like his cousin’s son and neither did Harry. He also didn’t want to upset Harry in any way. On the other hand, while he and his cousin didn’t share the same views, Narcissa wasn’t nearly as bad or as fanatical as the rest of the family had been and even covered for him when he ran away to the Potters. Granted, it was partly (or maybe mostly) because Narcissa herself benefitted from his leaving Grimmauld Place.

“Alright,” he conceded. “But if he causes any problems, I’ll be taking Harry and leaving.”

Narcissa nodded. “I would expect no less,” she admitted. She smiled grimly. “My son will behave himself, I assure you.”

“Lady Malfoy, here are the documents you requested.”

Narcissa took the offered folder from the goblin wordlessly. “I’ll let you get back to your business,” she told Sirius quietly. “Shall we meet in an hour?”

Sirius nodded his head sharply, curious about what Narcissa had just received but not bothering to ask her since he knew she wouldn’t tell him. “See you soon,” he muttered.

“This way, Lord Black,” Ragnok said, reminding Sirius of his presence.

Sirius turned away from his retreating cousin, embarrassed. “Sorry about that,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.

Ragnok disregarded his apology and silently led him to the Black vault. Sirius rubbed his palms together, nervous about what he would find. What if someone removed the dreamcatcher? What if it was a Dark artifact and would harm Harry further? He shook his head and worried his bottom lip. If he kept freaking out, he’d worry himself into a frenzy and make a fool of himself like he’d done earlier.

Sirius’ cheeks reddened as he recalled Harry’s amused expression. He could blame James for making him embrace his wild imagination.

“The Black family vault,” Ragnok announced tonelessly, looking bored.

Sirius nodded his head in recognition and watched anxiously as the vault was opened. He stepped into it and immediately walked towards the rear part of the vault, ignoring the large mounds of gold and bronze. Towards the back of the vault was a door to the chamber of the Black family’s most ancient and prized artifacts. The security measures taken to protect the chamber of valuable antiquities only served to further panic Sirius.

Every Black at the age of fifteen was taken to the vault and shown the chamber protecting their treasures. It wouldn’t be accessible until they were sixteen. At the time Sirius became of age to go through the door, his mind was already made up about running away. He’d only taken a cursory glance before dismissing everything. So angry and disgusted at his family’s fanaticism to Lord Voldemort, Sirius didn’t fully appreciate the true value most of the artifacts had. That only seemed to further anger his mother.

Still, despite his dismissal at the chamber filled with the Black family’s treasures, the dreamcatcher was forever burned in his mind. It stood out from everything else in the chamber. Placed on a pedestal, the dreamcatcher gave off a somewhat ominous vibe. The hoop was large and black. The web in the middle was done intricately, almost like a spider’s web but with more finesse and obvious care. The feathers that hung from the dreamcatcher were a mix of emerald green and smoky gray. It was beautiful.

“You mustn’t lurk in doorways; it’s rude.”

Sirius yelped, jumping at the sound of the amused voice. “Sorry?” he apologized, looking around. He spotted the portrait on the wall and smiled nervously. “I don’t remember there being a portrait here.”

The man in the portrait shrugged his shoulders. “You were here for how long?”

Sirius flushed brightly. “True,” he muttered before peering at the man through his eyelashes. “Who are you?”

“A cousin,” the man said shortly. “The real question is, what are you doing here?”

Sirius chewed on his bottom lip. “Well, my godson is having nightmares,” he began to explain. “And Moony told me about dreamcatchers and I remember seeing one in here. So I was wondering if I could kind of loan it to him, granted that it doesn’t have a dark curse on it or anything.”

The man smiled amusedly. “I can tell you definitely came from my side of the family,” he said with a bark of laughter, reminding Sirius of his own laugh. “Now, about the dreamcatcher you wish to take, it is my duty to tell you about it first. Then you can make a decision.”

“Is it dangerous?” Sirius asked immediately. “Will it put my Harry in a coma? Will it affect his mental health? Are there any negative side effects?”

“Relax,” the man in the portrait said calmly. “There isn’t anything wrong concerning the dreamcatcher, per se. There’s just a legend about it that you may want to be aware of before giving it to your godson.”

“What is that legend…?” Sirius trailed off, realizing he didn’t know who he was talking to.

“You may call me Mr. Black,” the man said dryly. “And if you can stay quiet long enough, I will tell you it.”

Sirius smacked his lips shut and conjured a chair before folding his hands together and becoming the picture of innocence.

Mr. Black snorted in amusement, obviously not buying Sirius’ act. “The Blacks, as you know, are a very Ancient and Noble bloodline,” Mr. Black started. “Our family started before Merlin and before magic became known.”

Sirius gasped, his eyes widening. “But, we’re taught that the line started after Hogwarts was built.”

“That is because when the Black family started, they were Native American Muggles,” Mr. Black replied, smiling at Sirius’ shocked expression. “As time passed, our family developed a gene in response to the infestation of vampires. The first transformation began with Ephraim Black. He was able to shapeshift into a very large wolf. Other members of the Quileute tribe shapeshifted as well and they became a pack. Together, they protected the humans residing near their land on the Olympic Peninsula against vampires. There was one pack of vampires, however, that were different. The Cullens pledged to eat only animals and referred to themselves as vegetarians.”

Sirius snorted. “Vegetarian vampires?”

Mr. Black smirked in amusement. “Indeed,” he commented dryly. “As I’m sure you can guess, our family did not believe them. However, Ephraim Black gave them the benefit of a doubt and drew up a treaty with them. As long as the Cullens stayed away from Quileute territory and did not kill or turn any humans in the area surrounding it, the vampires could stay.”

“Did they break the treaty?” Sirius inquired.

“No, they did not,” Mr. Black admitted, “but in the end things took a turn for the south and the Cullens inadvertently were partially to blame.”

“What happened?” Sirius asked, leaning closer towards the portrait.

“The Cullens had left before the humans could get suspicious about their lack of aging and whatnot. They returned years later, however, and caused Ephraim’s grandson, Jacob, as well as other members of the Quileute tribe, to transform.” Mr. Black frowned slightly. “One of the Cullens, Edward, became infatuated with a human, Isabella Swan. She was Jacob’s friend. Jacob, of course, did not approve. Even before he knew the Cullens were vampires or he’d even transformed, his instincts told him to stay away from him.

“There was a time in Edward and Bella’s relationship that they split up. He and his family left the area and Bella got closer to Jacob. Jacob was able to provide her comfort during her depressing state and eventually the two did everything together.”

“He fell in love with her,” Sirius murmured softly, his eyes narrowed. He could only imagine how heartbreaking it must’ve been to fall in love with someone who was clearly trying to get over a past relationship.

“He did,” Mr. Black replied softly, “and she loved him back. However, she was still in love with Edward and was only too happy to run back to him when he returned with the promise of working things out. It crushed Jacob.”

“That’s awful,” Sirius whispered.

“It is,” Mr. Black agreed. “It crushed him to the point where he began to neglect his duties. Instead of protecting the humans in the surrounding area, he failed to kill a particular vampire, James, and it cost Bella her humanity. Jacob was so distraught that he went to his tribe’s shaman and begged for help. The shaman agreed to ease Jacob’s pain and sealed him in that dreamcatcher over there.”

“What?” Sirius cried, standing in outrage. “I thought he was supposed to help Jacob!”

“He did,” Mr. Black soothed, gesturing for Sirius to sit again. “Jacob had before prided himself on his ability to save humans from becoming a vampire’s next meal. By failing Bella, he failed not only to complete his duty, but also his tribe and his pack. He was shamed. To prevent it from happening again, the shaman made it so that Jacob, while in the dreamcatcher, could not only help protect those he watched over as they slept, but it also prevented him from being burned by love again. In order to ease his broken heart, Jacob would not fall in love immediately with his mate as many in his tribe before had done, nor will he be able to fall in love with anyone else. Instead, he will have the chance to take the time to get to know his mate. He will have the chance to heal and make his mate as happy as he can.”

Sirius swallowed thickly and nodded his head, folding his hands over on his lap. “Did his tribe know what happened to him?”

“Only his father, Billy Black, did,” Mr. Black replied. “Though he understood Jacob’s reasoning, he became depressed and soon disappeared. There was no trace of him left.”

“That is an incredibly sad story,” Sirius mumbled, feeling his heart constrict painfully. “I’m not sure if I want to give Harry something so depressing…”

Mr. Black smiled gently. “You obviously have a need to give him a dreamcatcher, yes?”

“He needs it,” Sirius said softly. “He needs something to rid himself of his nightmares. It’s gotten to the point where he’s terribly thin and unhealthy. I just…I want to help him.”

“Then give him the dreamcatcher,” Mr. Black replied with a small smile. “I swear on my honor as a Black that it will do him good.”

Sirius thought on it. “How do you know that?” he asked though he was already reaching for the dreamcatcher.

“Legend has it that Jacob’s never failed after Bella,” Mr. Black commented lightly. “It is said that as guardian of that particular dreamcatcher, he has healed many minds and he himself has also healed somewhat. If your godson needs the dreamcatcher as badly as you suggest, there is nothing Jacob won’t do to help him heal.”

Without another thought, Sirius touched the dreamcatcher and watched as it melted away. He glanced at Mr. Black. “Is that supposed to happen?”

Mr. Black grinned. “It is now in the Lord’s bedroom at Grimmauld Place. You didn’t really think you’d take something so valuable out of this chamber manually, did you?”

Sirius returned the grin. “I can’t wait to give it to Harry,” he said, his grin widening into a smile. “I want him to be happy again.”

“With Jacob guarding helping him, I’m sure that’ll happen soon.”

Sirius couldn’t help but believe him.

A/N: Bonus points to whoever finds a Disney movie quote in this chapter. ;)

Dragonsnurse: At the moment, yes, Voldemort is gone. There's the nasty mess of Horcruxes, but that'll be taken care of quickly and efficiently--mostly because of my dislike of them. Also, I have a loose outline of what I want to happen in my story and kind of go from there. The chapters are normally outlined by their title and quote, if that makes any sense.

alwayslove: I made up the legend. =)
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