Sirius Black and the Four Points - B. Nonymous
Sirius Black and the Four Points.
JKR has demolished my original plans for Sirus between Harry's fifth and
sixth year (never mind making my collected works canon-blasted).
So here's a small sketch with the same title as the multi-chaptered work I
was planning. I've already seen some very nice Sirius-in-the-afterlife
stories (e.g. Robin has a very nice
one right here on the Quill) - here's mine. It also sets up a bit of
what I imagine the wizarding world in the US (a topic I've wanted to explore
for some time) will be like. Thanks to Night Zephyr for beta reading, and
thanks to Herm-own-ninny (aka. Mrs. Nonymous) for her continuing support.
POINT ONE - You're Dead
Sirius was in a very plain white-walled sitting room. The veil was to the
left of the chair he was standing in front of, and a door was on his right.
Opposite him in an identical chair was a handsome young man, probably a
year or two older than Harry
, thought Sirius.
"Where have I seen you before?" asked Sirius, now completely cognizant of
the fact that he was dead.
The boy furrowed his brow before replying, "I'm not sure. I'm Cedric Diggory
- and I was told to greet you."
Cedric took Sirius's shocked silence as permission to continue speaking.
"Are you really
Sirius Black? And why are you here? I figured a
Cedric's jaw dropped. Being dead had apparently not dulled his wits, and
though he was a bit slow, he seemed to realize his faux-pas before Sirius had
a chance to address his innocence.
"You didn't do it, did you? It... it was that hunched over man... the one
who killed me, wasn't it?"
Sirius immediately knew why Cedric, of all people, was here to greet him.
Cedric, however, did not yet understand why. Sirius took Cedric's
realization of the truth as an opportunity to slowly sit down. He began
speaking after taking a deep breath.
"You realize we both have something in common? Don't you?" quipped Sirius
while rapidly reevaluating his opinions on life, death, and the existence of
fate or some other divine force.
Cedric looked at him hard, choosing his answer carefully. After a
five-second pause, he spoke. "Harry... he thinks you're
too, doesn't he?"
Sirius smiled and knew that he and Cedric would be able to have a long chat
about his godson. Maybe afterwards
, Sirius thought, I'll be
allowed to walk through the door
POINT TWO - You Aren't Coming Back
"Of all the times of my life he had to see me, it had to be through Snape's
eyes," spoke James Potter. Lily merely shook her head after hearing Sirius's
recount of Harry and the Pensieve.
"He was heartbroken, Prongs. Remus and I couldn't do anything but agree
with him. I mean... he risked his life just to tell us. He broke into
"I know all about that, Sirius. We can occasionally watch, you know."
Sirius looked hopeful. He had not been gone for long, and James's words
placed a sense of hope in him that maybe he could send Harry one last
Lily reached over to touch Sirius on the shoulder. "Sirius... you
can't... you can't. Once you're here, you've accepted death irrevocably."
POINT THREE - You're Not The First
Sirius was still surprised that, when he went looking for someone else to
talk to, his first run-in would be with an American legend... a founder of
American wizardry. Given his limited access to people: Cedric Diggory, then
James and Lily, he figured something
meeting with, of all people, Carlisle Hughes. So far, all three of the
people he had been allowed to visit had a deep connection to him via Harry.
This other person had no obvious connection to Sirius, but he listened.
He listened as he got a far more interesting History of Magic lecture than he
ever did during seven years of Professor Binns. Carlisle Hughes founded the
third of the Salem Schools - Hughes House. He founded it upon the principle
that modern wizards and witches would do better to blend in undetected with
the Muggle population than to hide themselves. Even in a land as large as
the Colonies were at the time, he thought it made little sense to stay
isolated from the larger population.
This principle of assimilation allowed the upstarts of Hughes House (and
those Salem Warlocks and Salem Witches who agreed with him) an opportunity to
help aid in the Colonial struggle for independence. After the United States
was born, Carlisle Hughes became the first chief of the newly-formed Federal
Bureau of Magic. He was, in effect, the equivalent of the Minister of Magic
in Britain, a fact that was recognized in 1799 via a treaty signed in
The elderly man spoke with his strange accent, "As a young man, I wondered if
I had gone to Hogwarts, what house I would have been sorted into? When I
visited Britain in 1799 to sign the Recognition Treaty, I actually got to
wear the Sorting Hat, you know!"
Sirius started to open his mouth to ask the obvious question, but Hughes
continued with a better one.
"Do you know what the Sorting Hat told me?"
Sirius sunk his shoulders, looked at Hughes for a moment, and said with a
note of confusion, "No."
"It told me, 'It takes a brave man to stand up for his principles. It takes
a braver man to stand up to his friends. But...'"
Sirius brightened up upon hearing the very words the Sorting Hat had told
him when he
started Hogwarts. He joined along in his own impression
of the Sorting Hat's voice.
"...it takes the bravest of them all to stand up to his own family! Bravery
like that belongs in GRYFFINDOR!"
They laughed for a whole minute after they finished together. Carlisle
Hughes, sounding not unlike an American version of Dumbledore, looked at
Sirius with a twinkle in his eye.
"I had often thought I would have come here in a manner similar to the way
you did - while fighting. The truth is, son, I never had anyone I loved who
was in that kind of danger - the kind that your young Harry was in. I have
to tell you, I am a bit envious that you were able to fight for him."
Sirius looked at him almost angrily. The boisterous Hughes again beat him to
"At the same time, I'm sure you're envious of someone like me who was able to
live out his life fully... we can talk about that some more, you know.
James Potter and I have had a few chats like that. He's told me so much
about you, son."
POINT FOUR - You Won't Be The Last
Sirius was now waiting in the sitting room again. This time, he was in the
chair where Cedric had been some time ago. He had lost track of time,
something Lily and James warned him about. He had met many people since
his death, but it seemed like only a week, or perhaps a month. It was
tiring thinking about such mortal
The veil shimmered, and for the first time, Sirius was going to welcome
someone beyond the Veil. It was someone for whom he was uniquely qualified
"Hello Wormtail - I'm glad you finally made it back!"
Please comment - I'm such a softie for comments!
Assuming I can get more writing time - I have a Grindelwald-era fic that has
one chapter nearly complete, and six more to write. It was going to be more
setup for Sirius and the Four Points in that it details a pair of
American wizards who are in the fight against Grindelwald. It'll be a good
one, I think.
And finally - since Sirius is no longer available, who should I send to
America between Harry's fifth and sixth year? My short list includes:
I'm open, however, to other suggestions. Please fire them off in the
comments section! Thanks - B. Nonymous.