4 Chapter 4 (edited)

He was still standing in the corner of the room in complete silence- He was frozen in place not caring how much time had gone, it honestly didn't feel like that long. All he could do was stare blankly at the door.

It was unnerving not knowing what he would find beyond the stairs outside the attic- his mother was not okay it was obvious.

All he could do was hope in that very moment.

Looking down towards his short arms he could see the goosebumps that covered them both that formed from the cold that drifted into the dusty room, yet he couldn't find it in himself to move to find warmth- he didn't deserve it.

He slowly lifted his arm and stared at his hand only to clasp it into a fist once again, he felt strangely empty. He thought this 'happy family' would last, but of course, it didn't, life wasn't fair, and he had to deal with it.

Tiredly he threw the cloak off of his person, staring at it, the cloak his mother had given him before she had left him here. What had she called it again? Vanishing cloak? No… invisibility cloak, who would have thought such a thing would exist in this world.

He stared at the cloak for a bit longer before he leaned down to pick the cloak he had thrown off and gripped it tightly. He pulled it close to his body and held it tightly, it was the last thing is mother had given him, maybe the last very thing she would ever be able to give him.

There was still so much for him to learn about this world… he stared blankly at the cloak. A cloak that makes people invisible, that's something he never would have thought to be true, but it was.

Once again looked towards the door, hesitantly but surely, he slowly lifted himself off the floor, his grip still tightly clasped onto the cloak as he took one step at a time towards the door, each step taking longer than the last.

Finally, the last step he took brought him to the door, using his free hand he held on to the door framed as he looked down the stairs before him.

Allowing himself to take a deep breath he whispered under his breath, "I've got to be strong, if I want to avenge her," that's all he could do. He would make sure of it, even if he has to force himself to. No one deserved what his mother had been through, but for her, he would make an exception- that woman would see pain, nothing but pain.

His journey down the stairs then began with a quick pace, he just wanted it all to be over and done with.

Finally reaching the bottom of the stairs he stared down the long corridor in confusion, he thought he would see his mother here somewhere, just by looking he knew a fight had occurred in the very corridor he was standing in.

He could see the smashed frames and pictures, a few torn wallpapers, all in all, it looked like a warzone with the scorched spots he could see.

Allowing himself to continue walking, he stared at the droplets of blood on the wooden flooring hoping it wasn't that of his mothers.

Dropping the cloak on the ground he ran through the rest of the corridor, barging into every room that scattered the hallway, each time no trace of his mother was found other than a destroyed room.

As he ran back out to the hallway, he looked around frantically, his breathing irregular from the running, he felt as though he was going crazy.

"Adras- Mum!" He shouted nearly calling her by her name instead. All he wished for, was to hear her calming voice once again, to feel the warmth of her adoring hugs, to hear her laughs just once… that's all he wanted.

Hearing nothing but silence, he ran again, leaving the corridor to check the entire house, searching every corner of each room, one room less destroyed than the other, while a few were left untouched.

Slowly he left the living room, trying very hard to ignore the blood-stained armchair- his mother's favourite armchair, as he left the room.

Where was she? Had they taken her? If they did take her, then she had to be alive, right? if they wanted her dead, they could have just killed her here and not taken her.

Finally growing exhausted he found himself collapsing onto the kitchen floor, his breaths deep and shallow as he stared intensely at the floor beneath him in frustration as he laid flat on the coldness.

As he stared at the floor in exhaustion, his hands once again curled into a fist, with his right hand in a fist, slowly he lifted it up before bashing it down on the marble tiled flooring, with all the energy he had left, "Damn it!" he yelled as his fist collided with the cold floor.

From the corner of his eye, he saw something- it caught his eyes, he looked in the direction of the dining table. It was under the table, something so familiar to him because it was- it was his mother's wand, the wand she had always tried so hard to keep away from him because it was dangerous.

It didn't take long for him to crawl towards it ignoring the pain he was starting to feel in his right hand, once he did, he grabbed it as his life depended on it.

It was strange for him to hold such a thing; he had only ever held it once before and that was when he was some months old.

Before he knew it, he heard voices throughout the house, he felt his whole-body tense at the noise.

No-

Quickly, he dragged himself off the floor readying himself for what was to come, his grip still tight around the handle of his mother's wand pointed outwards ready to attack if needed- his hand began to throb at the tightness, he shouldn't have used his right hand.

There were two doors in the kitchen, and he was having trouble with which one he should face. He turned to both of them, the wand in his hand raised up pointing to each one as he turned to face them, taking turns.

At first, he had thought it to be Sirius, but he scratched that off the list of possible visitors since Sirius would have been yelling for them, seeing the mess the house was now in.

They could be Auror's he found himself thinking. He knew Sirius was one himself, he would always find a way to talk about his job, it was always fascinating to find out what Sirius was going to talk about next whenever he opened his mouth.

The Aurors from my understanding were basically police officers but instead of just fighting against crime, they fought against 'magical' crime if that was a way to put it to words.

As the seconds turned to minutes, he suddenly heard footsteps that only got closer by the second from the door to his right.

The steps caused his heart rate to increase- it felt as though his heart was right beside each of his ears, it was loud. As he waited, he took calm breathes preparing himself for the worse.

He stared silently knowing he was either going to meet the end of his second life or be able to continue it.

He was stood in anticipation as the steps only grew closer and closer, finally, a man was stood in the doorway.

At first, the man looked frantically around the room before his head stopped moving as his gaze finally stopped at him, then the wand in his grip-

The man seemed frozen in the spot while many thoughts ran through his mind, as the man did this, Leonis could only stare and wait for what was to come while he had the wand pointed at the suspicious man.

He wanted to do something anything, but he didn't know how they used their wands, usually, he would hear them say things as they swiftly moved the wand for it to cast its incantation, other times they would simply point their wand without a word, and something would happen.

The man had yet to say anything, while Leonis stared at the scars that decorated the unknown man's face only making him tighten the already tight grip around the handle of the wand.

The man seemed to snap out of his gaze as he began to notice the child's discomfort and the wand pointed at his person, immediately he crouched down to the floor with a small smile, one that emitted comfort trying to seem less intimidating so the child would drop the wand.

Slowly the man moved towards him, Leonis himself glared at the man as he took a step back himself, "Stop getting closer" he demanded of the man.

With that said the man stopped moving, his hands slightly raised at his side

"You don't need to worry anymore; the bad people are gone," he said in a low voice trying to get the child to trust him enough to drop the wand.

Leonis just stared unsure of what he was to say, what was there really to say- he felt much safer in the corner in the attic he had left.

He had said the 'bad people' were gone, but how did he know what had occurred in this house? How did he know that they were in trouble? The magic they had used wouldn't have gathered attention for the outside world, he knew they had something called wards surrounding the house- so did that mean he was another one of them?

"… Who are you! How did you know if there were so-called bad people in the first place- you're one of them aren't you?" he spoke out accusingly waiting for the man's response, so he could understand the situation to a greater extent.

His eyes narrowed dangerously at the man.

"I'm your dads' friend" the man spoke again after regaining himself after pausing at the accusation, making Leonis' face relax from the glare and had him looking at the man with hopeful eyes, 'Sirius?'.

"Dad?" He sounded out hoarsely, the man smiled gently and nodded.

"I'm Remus…" the man spoke again as he stared slowly at the wand in the child's hands.

Once again Leonis had his eyes slightly narrowed at the stranger trying to remember if he had heard of a 'Remus', it did sound familiar but not familiar enough for the man to gain his trust. His mind was too clouded to think- He knew Remus but he couldn't think!

Noticing the uncertainty, in the child's eyes Remus spoke again, "-Maybe you know me as Mooney" he added on unsurely, unsure if Sirius would have spoken to the child of his friends seeing as he had just betrayed two of them.

Leonis blink as he heard him say Mooney, now that was a name, he remembered from Sirius's random stories of his adventures with the Mauranders. Was he really a werewolf-like his father would say? or was that just make-believe to satisfy his curiosity. His mind was clearing once again, Remus Lupin.

Magic was this reality, so maybe werewolves are a part of this reality too.

His grip on the wand loosened, the throbbing in his hand still as painful as before. He wanted to say something anything, but nothing really came out when he opened his mouth.

Trying again he finally spoke, "Werewolf" was all that came out, why was it so cold? Had it always been this cold, was the only feeling how cold it was now?

Remus broke out in unexpected laughter when he heard the small voice say werewolf, he just hadn't expected it. He noticed how there wasn't any fear from the child's gaze, and he nodded his head.

Upon hearing the laughter, he slowly lowered his arm, the wand no longer pointed at 'Mooney', as he stared at the man, he realised he looked just like the pictures he had seen from his father's collection.

How had he not noticed before?

"Yes, I'm the werewolf, Mooney… will you come with me?"

"Will you find my mum?" he barely whispered, too tired to think of anything else.

The man had yet to say a thing, Leonis stared towards his outstretched arms, he looked hesitantly towards Mooney's face which held a gaze of hope.

"… I can try" the man responded. He heard the uncertainty in the man's voice, but the answer would have to do for now since right now he felt as though he would collapse any minute.

Slowly but surely, Leonis moved from where he was stood, the wand still in hand wanting to feel warm once again.

Without warning, he ran up to the man called Mooney and let him hold him. His own voice in the back of his head was screaming to be released from the man's hold, his skin flinching from the touch, but he ignored it.

He wouldn't let himself react like this right now. He was too tired to care.

He automatically wrapped his arms around him as he picked the small frame into his arms.

'I was correct in my suspicion of his arms being warm' he thought.

Wanting more of the warmth he buried his face further into his chest, feeling safer than he had been mere moments ago.

Within a minute in the man's arms sleep took him.

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Leonis grinned widely as his father placed him on the motorcycle, "Are we going to take another ride, then?" he asked with pleading eyes.

Sirius huffed lightly, "… We can't I thought you just wanted to sit on it not ride it you're your mum hears of this we won't hear the end of this."

"But she won't know, I promised not to tell, seeing as I would get in trouble as well." Leonis pleaded only convincing Sirius further.

A grin crept onto Sirius's face, "If you didn't look so much like me, I wouldn't doubt you were my son."

Sirius had his leg up in the air ready to hop onto the motorbike before he froze in fear.

"Sirius Orion Black, what are you doing?" they both heard a deadly voice ask from behind them.

Both Sirius and Leonis turned their heads solely in sync, to Adrasteia's amusement, but nonetheless, she kept a straight face, giving Sirius a warning look.

Sirius quickly put Leonis on the ground as he himself positioned his foot back to the ground.

"We were smelling the flowers" Sirius blurted as he transfigured the helmet he had in his hand into a yellow flower, knowing yellow was her favourite colour.

Leonis stared at the flower in awe, he could never get enough of magic, he stared at the flower that was in his fathers' hand in fascination, as he continued to look the brightly colour flower began to lose colour and soon enough began to crumble to nothingness.

His brows furrowed, he looked up to his father for answers only to see blood seep from his eyes, blood dripping from his mouth.

He took a step back, his heart pounding, he looked frantically to his mother only to see the same thing- blood everywhere.

"Dad?" he murmured in shock.

"Mum?" he spoke again

Just as he was frozen in shock, his surrounding area began to crumble to nothingness just as the brightly coloured flower had done not too long ago.

He felt his whole world crashing.

His head looked around in fear, what was happening before he knew it both his mum and dad were gone.

"MUM?! DAD?!" he cried out taking steps back.

"Who are you? You're not Leonis Black, what have you done to our son!"

Then everything went black.

He screamed only to find himself in a bed, he could feel the sweat dripping from his neck.

Remus was stood over him with the most worried look on his face, he had watched the child turn continuously as he had slept but he didn't expect the turning into mummers then screaming he was at a loss for what to do.

"Leonis are you okay?" he asked worriedly, while Leonis stared right at the man trying to catch his breath he didn't know he had lost wondering when he had told the man his name and wondering why he had such a dream.

He fiddled with his hands as he repeated the same words in his mind.

'My name is Leonis Sirius Black'.

He wasn't an imposter he was… himself.