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Never tickle a sleeping Basilisk

Sirius hadn't had much time to adjust. He'd hardly returned from the Multiverse's Next Top Model when GLaDoS grabbed him. And then when she finally let him go it was in a place of the ship he'd never seen before. Perhaps that was a blessing. Better to explore than to brood, as he had been inclined to do while he ran mazes.

Sirius didn't walk for very long before he came to something strange, or rather something out of place. He paused and stared at a set of sinks for about a minute before realizing why it looked so familiar. It was similar to the ones at Hogwarts- at least on certain levels. Not any in the men's rooms, probably one of the girl's. He had been in them several times to be sure there weren't any hidden passages and he hadn't found any. But this- this was different. The one sink had fallen away completely, revealing only a pipe. But then it couldn't be a Hogwarts sink, could it? Even if Sirius had missed the entrance then James or Remus ~~or Peter~~ would have found it. How could they miss something like this?

Sirius approached the sink and gazed down into the pipe. It was large enough to fit through. A secret entrance if ever he'd seen one though not very hygienic. As if that was going to stop him.

"Lumos." The light from Sirius's wand illuminated only several feet of grime coating the pipe but the pipe itself continued further.

Clearly there was only one logical thing to do. Jump in. Sirius's honor was at stake, after all, and all of the Marauders'. They had searched every inch of Hogwarts castle and grounds. They thought they had discovered everything. If this really was from Hogwarts then one of the Marauders, in this case Sirius, had correct this oversight.

Sirius stepped up to the pipe, took a deep breath, and practically jumped inside. Even if the pipe was old and covered in slime, the rush of air over his body was exhilirating. He had no idea what was about to happen next, where he would land (hopefully not on a set of spikes), or if anything was waiting for him (he would not be disappointed).

Sirius let out a laugh like a bark and the noise traveled up through the pipes, echoing above while he fell further below until finally he hit the damp stone floor at the bottom. He stood, brushing himself off, and looked up into the dark pipes. There was no clear way of how he would get back but he was not too concerned about it.

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Sirius was just in time, because after being pushed in by Roger Marco was coming down the pipe with a yell, landing in an inelegant heap at the bottom.

"I hate you," he said in a small, muffled voice.

"I'd move out of the way if I were you," Roger called. "I'm about to come down myself."

And he was wearing a full suit of armor, too. That might hurt.

Sirius laughed at Marco's arrival. They had all made enough noise that he wasn't going to bother worrying about attracting the attention of whatever was down there with them They'd run into it soon enough.

"Here." Sirius offered his hand to Marco.

Marco had seen that armour, so it didn't take long for him to get into gear, grabbing Sirius's hand and scrambling too his feet.

"If we die horribly, I am going to blame you, you know," he said to Sirius.

"Nobody's going to die," Roger said firmly. "Horribly or otherwise. If either of you wants to borrow a weapon, I'm carrying three; you can take the sledge or the laser pistol, if it makes you feel better."

He'd worry about laser handling safety protocols if either of them chose it.

Oh, muggles. They always came up with the most interesting contraptions.

"No, thanks. I have my wand." Sirius looked at Marco and smiled. "Perhaps if the damsel took one she'd feel safer."

"Wand?" Marco raised an eyebrow. "What, are you from Harry's world or something?"

Then Marco scowled. "Ha ha, very funny. But for your information, I don't need to borrow a weapon."

And then he morphed into a gorilla, just to show them.

".... thaaaaaaat's new."

Roger stared silently at the gorilla for a moment. Eventually he cleared his throat and said, "You know... I bet those arms'd get a hell of a lot of mileage out of a really big hammer."

"Another Animagus!" Sirius exclaimed before realizing that no, that didn't quite match given Marco's comments. "But if you were surprised at a wand so I must be mistaken. Yes, I'm from Harry's world. I'm his godfather." And then he laughed.

For some reason it was heartening to see someone else who could turn into an animal. He hadn't seen it since the last time he and James had kept Moony company. At that recollection his smile faded. James would have loved to be here right now. But there wasn't anything he could do about that. What was done was done. Instead Sirius would have to enjoy it for both of them.

<Hell yeah they could,> Marco agreed, taking a certain amount of glee in their stunned expressions. Hey, morphing was really cool, after all.

Then, he was eying Sirus. <Dude, you are way too young to be Harry's godfather. And what the hell is an Animagus?> Sounded a lot like 'Animorph', but just how much alike? Man, if wizards were using z-space to morph too...

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Roger glanced briefly over his shoulder at the handle of the supersledge he carried, mentally weighing it against the sort of force a gorilla's arms could put into the swing. At the sudden mental speech he looked back to Marco again. He'd only ever encountered that once before- earlier. "Say, question," he said. "Do you know a hawk named Tobias?"

And now he was hearing Marco's voice in his head. Definitely not an Animagus.

"Harry is my godson. Before I came on this ship, the last time I saw him he was a baby. As for Animagus, you're not the only one here with a talent for turning into animals." Then he looked at Roger. "There's someone else who can do this? How many of them are there?"

<Yeah,> Marco said casually, although internally he was sizing up Roger and trying to figure out how much he knew. By now their morphing abilities were public knowledge - but as far as the crew knew, Tobias was trapped and couldn't morph at all. Marco had to watch out for the guy. <Just make sure you don't ever get between him and a mouse, man.>

Then he was turning to Sirius with narrowed eyes. <Looking to take a census of my friends, are you?> he said cooly.

"My grandfather taught me never go near the family dog when he was eating, back when I was a boy," says Roger with a shrug. "Same thing with a hawk, I'd imagine."

As Marco's attention turned to Sirius, he turned to examine the area around them. This sounded like an incipient argument, and arguments in unfamiliar places usually meant terrible things were going to happen very shortly while people were distracted.

"Is that an accusation? I have my own reasons for being curious and none of them involve hurting you or your friends."

Well, the Ministry of Magic wasn't going to take Sirius back to Azkaban here. He had no reason to fear revealing his ability. Besides, keeping their powers a secret was one mistake of many that lead to Pettigrew framing Sirius and escaping.

Still, there was no reason to let them know, was there? No, no reason save for a potential connection to someone, an understanding. Something he'd sorely missed since Azkaban. Decision made.

After watching the officials break it in two, Sirius was not ready to part with his wand. Once again he placed it in his mouth and this time they could see him change into an enormous black dog, still holding a wand between its large fangs.

Sirius wagged his tail.

Okay, that was not what Marco had been expecting. <Woah,> he said, staring. Jeez, that was one hell of a dog.

<Yeah, well most people who'd ask questions like 'how many morphers are there' don't want to know because they can turn into animals too,> Marco said, conceding. He was still suspicious - Marco was always suspicious - but he at least wasn't regarding Sirius as a potential threat.

He eyed Sirius for a moment. <You're morph's way better for looking around that mine. Gorilla's might be awesome, but they aren't really the scouting type,> he said, starting to demorph.

"Huh," says Roger. "Well, don't expect any demonstrations from me. The only thing I turn into is a crankier, older soldier."

Not, he knew, the most helpful of statements- but when two people out of three suddenly demonstrated incredible abilities in some of the old pulp books he used to enjoy, it usually meant the third person either had to match their talent or top the both of them at once.

Sirius also changed back and took his wand out of his mouth. He wiped it off on his sleeve before raising it. It was still glowing from his lumos spell, waiting for the word nox. Right now it provided the only light source in the tunnel.

"As long as you can can hold your own I have no problems." He said to Roger before looking at Marco. "It's handy for exploring but I'd rather stay as I am now if I can help it. I can't use my wand as a dog and I can't talk either. You'll have to tell me how you can when you're transformed after we're finished here."

"Dude, that's almost the scariest ability of all," Marco said, grinning. "The scariest being the ability to transform into a gym teacher."

He shrugged at Sirius. "It just comes with the morphing," he said, keeping any explanations vague. "But hey, I don't need to worry about a stick when I'm morphed. I can do plenty of exploring." And with that he started morphing again, but this time to bat. For a cavern like this, it was the best morph.

Somehow he'd ended up forgetting that he hadn't actually wanted to come exploring at all in the first place.

"I've fought giant scorpions, desert raiders, and angry Deathclaws," said Roger dryly, gesturing towards the weapons he carried on his back. "And this is good armor in good repair. I'll manage, I think."

The bat thing was an interesting trick. Large animals with close-to-human body weight were one thing, but where the hell was that kid's mass going?

"Stick? A stick? This is my wand, idiot. Call it that again and I'll shoot you down. Stick..." He grumbled and started walking forward, not waiting for the others to follow. "If we run into anything you'll be glad I have it with me."

Muggles. They didn't know any better. It was no use getting mad at them.

Roger, you really didn't want to know. Marco still tried to not think to hard about all the the blobs of Marco-mass that would just float around z-space whenever he morphed small.

<Oooh, thank goodness for the stick. Please, oh great holder of the stick, protect me!> Marco said after he'd finished morphing into bat. He launched into the air, darting ahead of Sirius and flitting around all over the place so that he'd be harder to hit - just in case Sirius did try to shoot him down.

"We're in unfamiliar territory in an area where something carnivorous lives, in an unknown part of the ship, with no way of communicating with anyone else," Roger snapped. "Could we please refrain from giving each other a hard time until after we figure out what our next move is?"

Pause.

"Because I'm pretty sure I can hear something nasty moving around out there," he added, and reached up to switch on the light attached to the side of his helmet.

"You're absolutely right." Sirius said right before he hexed Marco. The spell was only mildly inconvenient, if not very pleasant. Bat Marco might feel a sudden, overwhelming vertigo for several seconds before Sirius ended the spell.

"That settles everything." He said brightly.

Marco swerved suddenly, slamming into the side of the cavern once before spinning around dizzily.

<...I meant to do that,> he said.

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