Harry's POV
Knowing today was his beat chance for a private conversation with Sirius, Harry waited for an hour looking at the map in 5 minutes integrals, looking for the name in the hallways.
Now, while during the day the map's ability to show people's location isn't as useful as it sounds, as during the day the sheer number of people roaming around in the castle makes it almost impossible to locate the person you are looking for, at night, it becomes the ideal object to locate people who are at places they shouldn't be.
So, it shouldn't surprise anyone that in less than a minute the dog animagus showed up on the map Harry was on his way toward him.
Getting the fugitive into his room didn't go as he planed - stun, levitate, and grab, as apparently the dog seemed able to sense him even with the notice me not charm and able to make himself see through it.
So instead, he talked to Sirius as if he was talking to a real dog and took him to his room with a makeshift magical rope before stunning him in it and taking out the little potion he bought from Gringotts, as apparently the bank didn't mind using Veritaserum on people who are caught trying to steal from them.
Forcing the dog back to his human form with the 'Animagus reversal spell', Harry poured three drops of the truth serum into the man's mouth and used the the incarcerous charm before casting Rennervate.
Now, while trusting veritaserum, which isn't impossible to resist, isn't the best choice usually, with the man's unpreparedness, him being stunned and living twelve years in hell on earth, not to mention Harry's foreknowledge about the original story and hate for the Potters, Harry was willing to take his chances.
You see, veritaserum doesn't work as most magical people think, it doesn't force you to tell the truth like a robot, instead, it makes you unable to think of lies by supercharging the drinker's Hippocampus and slowing his prefrontal cortex so it would make it harder to lie.
The reason veritaserum isn't used in court is that with Occlumency and enough preparations, it is possible to make fake memories, therefor bypassing the veritaserum.
So by making sure he is unprepared, it is extremely unlikely he would manage to lie.
"Wha, what happened?" Sirius asked as he woke and started to struggle against His bindings.
"Please, mr. Black, don't struggle." Harry said and waited until the fugitive calmed down.
"What do you want?"
"The truth, of course, now, tell me, what exactly happened on the night of All Hallows' Eve 1981?"
"I was in a muggles' pub, as not only they have many more options in what to drink, and which lady to pick, they also didn't have the wretched feeling that seemed to be anywhere in the wizarding world, and while usually I would be with either Remus or Peter, as James was hidden, this night Peter said he had important mission from Dumbledore and Remus still wasn't feeling good from his transformation three days before.
So there I was, talking to a slutty cat when a weird feeling washed over me, something like when a charm is being broken by sheer power, and then it was like a dam broke in my mind as the location of James and Lilly's house, along with the memories in it were flooding into my mind."
"So wait, you weren't the secret keeper?"
"No, Peter was."
"Okey, continue."
"So, knowing something is wrong I ran as fast as I can to my motorcycle before flying it to the Potter's house."
"Why didn't you Apparated?"
"By that point I was drunk and unable to do it without Splinching myself."
"As I arrived, I saw from the window that Dumbledore already there and that both James and Lily were up and holding you and Marcus respectively, yet, before I could do anything more then walk into the front lawn I was hit by a stunner."
"What happened when you woke up?"
"I was in a holding cell in the ministry and being told my trial is about to begin, not understanding what did I do I asked, just for the aurors stationed there to tell me that it is for being Voldemort's right hand man and the murder of Peter Pettigrew.
I tried telling them I didn't know what they were talking about but they didn't listen, no one ever did, in the holding cell, nor at the trial, not Lily, nor Dumbledore, hell, James and Remus didn't even came to talk to me.
In the end after all those years in Azkaban I almost started to believe it myself.
It was only when the minister gave me the newspaper with a picture of the Weasley family and I saw the rat on the young boy's shoulder that I knew wormtail is still alive and he left me stranded on that place to die, and worse, he betrayed your parents, so I broke free by changing into my dog form and starving myself till I was thin enough to slip through the bars and then took the boat of one of the few human guards and drove it the fastest I could."
"What are your plans?"
"I plan to catch wormtail and clean my name."
"So you took this risk and came to hogwarts instead of leaving Britain out at least Magical Britain just for the chance to clean your name?"
"Of course, and than after a few well deserved jinxes to several people who didn't came to my defense, everything would be alright again, I would have my friends again, Remus, Lily and James, and of course, a chance to get to truly know you, my godson."
The hopeful look on the man's face almost crumbled at the the disdainful look on his godson's face at the mention of his three friends.
"I see... " Harry said as he made Sirius drink the antidote. "well that's disappointing, maybe we will talk again after they let you down again but for now..." Harry said as he raised his wand.
"Obliviate"
Sirius still has hope, it would take some time until it dies
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Elizabeth's POV
Elizabeth Spriggs, or as she was known to most of the rude children in school, the fat lady, was trying to sleep.
Yes, she sleeps! Most people would be surprised that a moving lecture sleeps at all, as usually a moving picture doesn't need much, not considered a living being, yet she was different, spacial.
She, along with a couple of other paintings in hogwarts were given life, and the ability to not just move like other paintings, but to listen to instructions and talk.
Of course, that came with a price.
Not only they were given jobs, they also become the headmaster's spies.
Not that most of them cared, given the chance to be more than a painting on a wall, moving from one painting of them to another, having the knowledge of the person who charmed you gave you as you look in a muted colorful world.
Yes, most of the paintings jumped on the opportunity to become a semi-living thing and interact with the real world and didn't regret a thing.
Not her, sure, as soon as she has consciousness she didn't want to give it away, agreeing to become the doorway to the Gryffindor common room, and for a while, she didn't regret it.
Yet, as she seen children come in and out from behind her painting, listened to their life, talking and complaining about their studies, their friends and their love, while only calling her the fat lady and giving her the weekly password, she became sullen.
She wanted to meet new groups of people, like those muggles who according to one child she overheard has an actor who looks just like her - Elizabeth Spriggs, from whom she took her name.
She wanted to meat those weird animals who some children kept complaining about, the slimy snakes or the badgers.
Yet, since the moment she got consciousness she couldn't even go to different paintings unless it was the middle of the night, as she needs to keep open and close the thrice dammed painting.
Instead, she took to sleep at night as it became one of her only pleasures, along with advising love-struck children.
Yet, as much as she tried, sleep kept avoiding her as someone kept trying to open her painting.
"We had a deal!" She said with a bite in her voice as she unwillingly opened her eyes, thinking it is the pair of redheaded twins, who two years ago, after she had enough with them walking her up like that five times a month, cut a deal she wouldn't repeat report their late night adventures to the headmaster as long as they return before midnight.
Yet as she opened her eyes she instead saw a haggled looking man, with black, unkept hair and beard and a glossy look in his eyes as if he is still half asleep.
"I don't know who you are," she said angrily, in a body tone she kept hearing in the last seven years from a different redheaded. "but unless you tell me the password you can't come in."
As soon as she started talking, the glossy look in the man's eyes went away and instead came a feral look which made her pale as much as a painting could as she recognized the man from a photo the deputy headmistress showed her- Sirius Black.
"Y-Y-You can't come in!" She tried to say with as much Gryffindor's courage as she could master, yet seeing the man pulling a knife from his pocket made her lose the little she had as she fled and screamed "A painting is being murdered! A painting is being murdered!"
Seeing the only home she ever knew being ripped apart before the man ran away didn't help.
She didn't know if she would ever return to be the doorway guard of the Gryffindor common-room, or even if she wanted to, but before that she was sure she would need 'Portrait counseling' by a trained psychotherapists.
Marcus's POV
The shouts of "A painting is being murdered!" woke everyone in the tower up, making Marcus and his roommates put some clothes on as they ran downstairs to see almost the entire Gryffindor house shoving each other trying to reach the exit of the common room.
Yet, as Marcus tried to walk forward it seemed as if the students were the Red Sea and him the ancient Egyptian wizard Moses, as they moved aside.
Reaching to the exit, a deep sharp intake of air could be heard from his mouth.
Where there was once the backside of the fat lady's portrait, now was a hole in the fabric that seemed to be made from a knife.
Hearing the cries outside, Marcus, now joined by his roommates and Hermione, ran outside to see the fat lady in a near painting, crying and yelling it was Sirius Black who did this, who attacked her after she was unwilling to let him in.
Sirius Black! Just the name made Marcus's blood boil, it was the man who betrayed his parents, the man who killed his godfather, the man who broke out of jail just to kill him, and the man who made him unable to go to Hogsmeade.
Marcus now knew, as the teachers were rounding the students in the grand hall to sleep together as they searched for the escaped criminal, that just like previous years, he can't trust the adults to stop the bad guy, he need to do it himself.
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