Chronicles of Camelot

Eye of the Hurricane

"What are you doing here?" asked Harry, watching as Sirius seemed to get warm near the campfire.

"I'm here to tell you the truth," Sirius explained, "About my involvement in this night…12 years ago."

Chapter 15: Eye Of The Hurricane

Making himself as comfortable as he could in the small cave, Harry watched as Sirius stoked the fire, before he sat down with his godson, Hermione on his other side.

"As you may have heard," Sirius explained, "I was tried and sent to Azkaban for seemingly murdering thirteen Muggles and a fellow wizard named Peter Pettigrew, but this is a lie. Harry, you may also have heard that I have escaped to harm you, but, like I told you when last we met, I would never harm a hair on your head; I swear it."

"I know you won't," Harry answered him, "You could have done while you were Padfoot, but you didn't: so, if you didn't escape to kill me, then just why did you and what does this have to do with thirteen years ago?"

"I'll take it from the top," Sirius explained, looking to Harry as he began speaking, "I went to Hogwarts and was the first of my family to be a Gryffindor: my elder brother Regulus was named heir as the firstborn son and a Slytherin; he was the prodigy in the eyes of my parents. Me, I was the traitorous spawn who should have been drowned at birth: so, to escape my prison of a home, I managed to find friends in three gifted wizards: Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew and James Potter."

"My Dad's best friend," Harry nodded, "So trusted by him that he and Mum named you my godfather and entrusted you with my life in the event of their deaths."

"That's pretty much it," Sirius nodded, "How did you…"

"Gringotts," Harry explained, "There was a letter in my vault from Mum and Dad that I didn't really look into until just before I started at Hogwarts for my third year. It tells me all about you and how you would sooner take your own life than even consider causing any form of harm towards me."

"I see," Sirius whispered, before he cleared his throat and continued, "Anyway, your Dad and I were the unofficial leaders of our little gathering, which, in time, we came to know ourselves as the Marauders."

"The inventors of the map," Harry nodded, "I might have guessed given that Messer Padfoot was one of them, but Sirius, you're meant to be telling me about what happened on this night twelve years ago, aren't you?"

"I am," Sirius explained, "I just wanted you to see that I could never mean any harm to anyone with the name Potter, past or present: I was always welcome at James' place and, when he announced that he and Lily were engaged to be married, I felt so happy. So you can probably imagine how I felt when James revealed the Family Secret: that he and his Father were descendants of this clan of warriors."

"The Holy Knights," Harry nodded, Hermione watching him warily as she saw Harry reveal Excalibur, "I know this bit: I'm the Last Pure Knight: the Holy Knight of Thunder and my parents weren't the parents of a half-blood, but a powerful pureblood Knight."

"So I guess I can skip that little secret then," Sirius laughed, looking into the campfire as he spoke, "But yeah, James shared the big secret with me and then explained that he and Lily were trying for a baby; when it came back positive and you were born, I'll never forget the look in your Dad's eyes, though he was actually scared."

"Scared?" asked Harry, "Why?"

"Harry," Sirius answered, "You're only 13, so this will be a little bit difficult to grasp, but…do you know just how powerful a Holy Knight really is and I mean really?"

"I should," Harry answered him, "Hermione and I underwent the Ritual of Release and gained our full abilities as well as cemented our bond of love and respect towards one another."