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Gillyflower, Heliotrope and Hemlock.	By : Kimmimaru Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Sirius Views: 9033 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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AN: A note on the title: Gillyflower - Bonds of affection, Heliotrope - Devotion; eternal love; faithfulness, Hemlock - You will be my death. The names of the plants represent each of the Marauders (Discounting Peter who’s generally a dick, lol.) Gillyflower is Remus, Heliotrope is Sirius and Hemlock is for James. (I have also put down some Lyrics which helped inspire some of the chapters, I listen to a lot of music so I kind of wanted to share my inspirations with you)

Gillyflower, Heliotrope and Hemlock.

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day

You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way.

Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town

Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.

‘Time’ By Pink Floyd, Album; ‘The Dark Side of the Moon’

Prologue

The room was quiet, the portraits upon the walls snoring softly as the midday sun streamed through the windows of the tower. The strange curios that rested upon the tables were still and the only sounds drifted in through the window, there was no breeze to cool the room so it was as warm as an oven, yet the air was heavy as if a storm was brewing in the confines of the round walls.

Phineas Nigellus yawned and stretched, he blinked around sure that something had woken him, but unable to see anything. The other headmasters and headmistresses of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry were still snoozing, apparently unaware that anything was strange. The portraits small dark eyes moved to the painting that was hung directly behind the headmasters seat, he blinked when he saw that the figure inside was awake and gazing at the centre of the room.

“I say, Dumbledore, what is...?”

“Shh.” Dumbledore put a finger to his lips and smiled.

Phineas turned to gaze at the spot on the carpet that seemed to have Dumbledore so entranced, but still there was nothing there, but the room seemed to become full of some kind of inexplicable buzzing noise, it throbbed through the air, and became an almost physical weight that pressed in on the eyeballs, even if you were a painting. In the very centre of the room something began to glow, the golden light spread outwards slowly, encasing the desk and obliterating all of the odds and ends upon it, it swelled and pulsed, an odd crackling noise emanating from its centre and then-

BANG!

All the portraits woke with cries of shock, but Dumbledore smiled down at the carpet still.

“Well...that was awfully uncomfortable.”

“Oh shut up, this was your idea.”

“So, where are we?”

Phineas gaped, in the centre of the room were three boys, all in their late teens and wearing matching t-shirts with golden phoenix’s emblazoned across their chests. All three of them were covered in dust, bruises and scratches, their hair was messy and they appeared out of breath.

“This is...”

“...Dumbledore’s office! We’re at Hogwarts!”

“You mean...?”

“It worked!”

The boys gazed around with awed faces until one of them stumbled and fell to his knees, he buried his face in his hands and the other two sat at his side, placing comforting hands on him. “It’s alright, we’re safe now.”

“S-Safe?! Everyone’s dead! Everyone...” The boy shuddered and pulled his hands from his face, the portraits all gasped as they saw crimson staining them. “We...we couldn’t save them...” He whispered.

“No...we were given this task, we had to save ourselves.”

One of the teens stood up and turned a steely gaze on the portrait of Dumbledore. “We’re here on your orders...we left while everyone else was being slaughtered. Tell us what you want us to do.”

The other two looked up from where they sat on their knees, Dumbledore smiled. “Well done, boys. I welcome you to the year 2000.”

The three boys looked at each other with wide eyes. “Wow...” One of them breathed.

“Fancy that, the Marauders in the year 2000...that’s pretty cool.”

XXXHPXXXHPXXX

Harry sighed heavily and rubbed at his eyes beneath his glasses, he frowned down at the pile of paper work on his desk and almost swore out loud. After a moment he shook his head and resigned himself to being bored stiff for the next few hours, he sat down and picked up his quill. He reached for the first peice of parchment awaiting his signature but felt something watching him, he looked up and saw Hermione standing in the doorway with two cups and a smile.

“I heard you were working late, here...I come bearing coffee.”

“Brilliant! I love you Hermione...” He sighed and took the mug from her hands. “What are you doing here, I thought you were at home with Ron?”

“Oh...well, I had to catch up on some work. Never mind me...” She sat at his side and looked at him sternly, her eyes scanning his face carefully. “How are you feeling Harry?”

Harry’s hand jumped to the scar on his forehead before he realised what she meant, he looked away with a frown. “Fine.”

“Don’t lie, I know that look. Ginny wrote to me yesterday asking if I could go and get her stuff, I...”

“She’s welcome to it.” Harry snapped, waving his hand vaguely and glaring down at his paper work, for a junior Auror he seemed to be doing more paper work than actual catching of dark wizards, but so long as it kept his mind busy and away from his disastrous break up with Ginny then he could live with the tedium.

Hermione sighed. “You know you could sort this all out if you would just speak to each other.”

“I’m not talking to her until she apologises!” Harry hissed, drinking his coffee and burning his throat.

“She won’t apologise until you do.”

“I haven’t done anything wrong, Hermione! She was the one I found with Dean Thomas that day, they were...” He winced at the memory. “I never would have expected it of her.”

“And have you ever wondered what drove her to it?” Hermione asked slowly, watching him carefully.

Harry averted his gaze. “What I do in my private life Hermione, is none of your business.”

“Oh really? So when Ginny comes around my house to complain about why you won’t touch her, I am supposed to ignore it? Come on Harry, you’re being ridiculous.”

“Look...it’s over...I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Alright.” Hermione sighed and rummaged around in her handbag, which looked very odd against her long pale grey witches robes. “Here, I received this from Professor McGonagall.”

Harry took the letter and frowned down at the writing, he slit open the parchment and read it. “She wants me to come to the school...”

“Why?” Hermione frowned.

Harry shrugged and folded up the letter, putting it into his pocket and standing up. “Well, she reckons it’s urgent so I’d better go.” He finished his drink and handed the mug back to his best friend. “I’ll see you this weekend then, if you’re still going to invite me for dinner that is?”

“Of course, but Ron is in a strange mood...it’s all this stuff with Ginny I think, he doesn’t know who to side with.” Hermione grimaced and kissed Harry on the cheek. “If you really don’t want to get back with Ginny, please find someone to make you happy Harry, you, more than anyone, deserve it.”

Harry smiled. “Of course I will, just...not yet.”

“I understand.”

“And don’t overwork yourself!” Hermione called as he strode past her, he turned and waved lazily over his shoulder before stepping out of the Auror offices and out into the hall. He walked with a frown on his face as he considered the urgent letter from McGonagall, she had not written to him in many a month, perhaps it was something really terrible...he shivered at the thought and absently rubbed his scar as he stepped into the lift and pressed the button for the Atrium.

Hogwarts was as it always had been and probably always would be, Harry stood in the Headmistresses office and gazed at the smiling portrait of Albus Dumbledore. “How are you dear boy?” The portrait asked as they awaited the current Headmistress.

“I’m fine, sir. I’m an Auror now, would you believe?”

“I would, I would.” Dumbledore’s smile fell slightly as the door opened.

“And stay right there until I call you, understand?” She called over her shoulder and Harry vaguely heard a soft drone of agreement, the woman turned to face Harry and smiled. “It is good to see you Potter.” She said brusquely as she sat down. “Please, sit. Drink?”

“No thanks, what’s this about? Do you need a lecturer again?”

“No, no...Miss Evenstone is doing well enough as Defence teacher. No, this is...well, something has happened. Something very odd and very unexpected.”

Harry raised an eyebrow curiously. “And that is?”

“Potter...I would like you to meet some people...well, you already know them...in a way.” She motioned towards the door and it opened, Harry turned in his seat and what he saw made his jaw drop. He stood on weak knees and fell to the floor unconscious.

“And...that’s my son?” James Potter asked with a raised eyebrow, he moved over, poking the unconscious Auror with the toe of a boot. “He fainted...”

Sirius laughed loudly. “So would you if people started to come back from the dead, mate.”

“We haven’t come back from the dead, Sirius, we’re here for a reason.” Remus said softly.

“And what might that be then?” James countered, turning on his friend.

“We’ll know soon enough I suppose, for now, I think we should get him up off the floor, shall we?” Remus indicated the unconscious boy and Sirius chuckled brightly as he scooped him up and lay him on a sofa James conjured.
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