Everything
has Changed....
By Skyler
"Harry, I need to talk to you," Sirius said, knocking on Harry's bedroom door.
After Harry's 3rd year at Hogwarts Sirius was freed, nobody knows how. A man showed up and convinced the Ministry of Magic that Sirius wasn't guilty of any crime. People were confused and not all of them believed it.
"What?" Harry asked. He hadn't talked much. He had to go back to the Dursley's for 2 weeks before he got to go live with Sirius. For some reason they had trouble getting him to leave. Harry had said something bad was going to happen to the Dursley's if he left them.
"Came I come in?" Sirius asked, opening the door a crack and hoping his godson said yes to his request.
"Sure." Harry said stiffly and crossed his arms as he lay flat on his back on his bed, looking up at his ceiling that was bewitched to look the night sky.
"Harry, what's bugging you? Do you not want to live with me?" Sirius asked.
"No, I am just tired," Harry answered. He had just gotten to Sirius's new house that very morning. Ever since he just lay in his new room, he didn't want to look around the house first.
"Something's the matter. What is it?" Sirius asked.
Harry looked over at him, hurt in his eye. His breath shaky.
"You don't really care," Harry said and then looked back up to the ceiling.
"Harry! Why in the world would you think that?!" Sirius asked, getting a little angry. Sirius went over closer to Harry and looked down at him.
"I thought you would be happy to come live here. I didn't expect you to be like this," Sirius said.
"Be like what Sirius?! How the hell would you know anything about me?! You couldn't possibly. We spent how long together? And then the 2 weeks I had to be with the Dursley's I-" but Harry stopped himself and turned away from Sirius.
"What? What happened to you at the Dursley's? Are you hurt or something?" Sirius asked and sat on the edge of Harry's bed.
"N-no, I'm not hurt!" Harry shouted, his voice quivering, "You don't know me so don't pretend you do!"
"I'm not trying to pretend Harry, I want to get to know you. You seem like a very cool person. I know it'll be hard at first but we can work around it," Sirius said.
Harry let a few tears roll down his face. He hid it from Sirius though. Don't get Harry wrong, he very much wanted to live with Sirius. He really did. But he hurt so badly. Something bad happened in those two weeks....
"Hey, kid. How are you doing?" a man asked, coming very close to Harry as he sat in the park not far from the Dursley's. He did that everyday, around the same time. For hours. He just had to get away from the Dursley household.
"Um... I'm fine," Harry answered and looked over the man carefully. For some reason he made Harry nervous. Maybe it was the look in his eye that set him off but he hated it.
"That's good, I wanted to show you something. Your dad sent me to," the man said.
Harry froze, "My dad is dead."
"No, he's not. Really, I just spoke with him. James was his name. He isn't dead. I thought a big 14-year-old like you would know this," he said.
"I'm 13," Harry said. The man laughed,
"Boy, you just am finding something wrong with everything I say. Come on, I need to bring you to your father," the man said and took hold of Harry's wrist.
"No! I told you! My dad is dead! There is no possible way you could have talked to him!" Harry screamed and was going to get up and run but the man hugged him to him from behind and pinned his arms down.
"HELP! HELP!" Harry cried. There was nobody around to save him though. Everyone deserted this part of the park.
"Don't fight kid or you'll get it worse," the guy said. He threw Harry in a trunk of a muggle car. Harry kicked and screamed inside it. The hotness was getting to him, since it was summer the trunk wasn't much cooler then a oven.
They drove for some time. Maybe 15 minutes or so. When the car stopped Harry tensed up and was prepared to kick the man that opened the trunk.
It all happened very fast. Harry didn't even get a chance to look at the man. For he had been hit hard over the head, blacking out instantly.
"Harry, you're scaring me. What's going on?" Sirius asked.
"Nothing is going on!" Harry shouted, almost losing his temper.
"Then why are you shaking?" Sirius asked. Harry shook his head and remained in the position he was in.
"Haha, we got the little devil. How did it feel?"
When Harry started to regain consciousness he heard a whole new voice, this time it was a woman's.
"It felt great, he's just perfect. We can try out everything on him first," the guy from earlier said.
Harry wondered what on earth these people were talking about. He didn't know the slightest. After a moment he realized what kind of position he was in. From what he could tell he had something covering his eyes, his hands were tied tightly above his head, his feet barely touched the ground and he didn't think he had any clothes on. His whole body ached terribly though. Every single part.
"He's awake. Good, now we can explain this to him," the man said.
"Hello little Harry, how are you?" asked the woman sweetly. She came closer to Harry and put her arms around him.
Harry tried to get away from her, her touch sent a chill up and down his spine.
"Oh, don't be scared sweetie. We won't kill you, I promise. You can trust me sweet thing," the woman said. Harry cringed as she kissed him, after his lips she started working her way down to his stomach and sucked on that part of his skin for so long it made it burn.
Harry started kicking his legs and the woman backed away. Harry heard the chains holding his arms up jiggle.
"Stop that you fucking kid," the man shouted. Harry did immediately when the man kicked him as hard as he could in the groin.
As Sirius sat there waiting to see if Harry would talk to him he noticed Harry's eyes get heavy and he slowly began shutting them.
"Harry?" Sirius asked quietly after a moment. Harry didn't make any move so Sirius assumed he was asleep.
"God." Sirius said before he left the room.
Sirius walked down the hall and down a flight of stairs. He entered the kitchen at his right and dialed a phone number.
"James, I think you'd better come over here........ Yeah he's sleeping. We just need to talk about this," Sirius said into the phone.
"Ok, that sounds good. I'll be waiting," Sirius said before he hung up.
He rubbed his hands through his hair and sighed loudly. This all was happening so fast. Poor Harry, Sirius knew he was getting troubled by something but he just couldn't put a name on it.
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A hour later the doorbell rang. Sirius waited a second, not bothering to get up from the couch, for James to come in. He did, his hair was wet from the rain and he didn't look much like the old James Sirius knew. He was in disguise for the time being. His black hair was brown, and his facial features were changed around a bit. Just enough so you the naked eye wouldn't be able to tell he was James.
"Good, you're here." Sirius said and got up for a second to hug his long lost friend.
"I got here as soon as I could. I was having a meeting with Dumbledore when you called. He won't let me reveal myself to Harry yet, how is he?" James asked. Sirius looked down to the floor and went back to sit on the couch.
"What?" James asked and followed him.
"I think something bad is wrong with Harry," Sirius said.
"How you mean?" James asked seriously. Sirius took a deep breath and looked James in the eye.
"I think, now I might be totally wrong here, but I think he might have been abused. I don't know how and I don't know by who. But I was going through the clothes that were in his dirty pile and most of them had bits of blood on it. Specially his pants.
James eyes grew and he looked angry, "What? How?!"
"I don't know, I was trying to get something out of him right before I called you but he wouldn't say anything. I think he started crying but he turned away from me, then he just fell asleep," Sirius said.
"I'm going to go up and look at him. I'll use my wand so he won't wake up!" James said and he got up from the couch and started heading for the stairs.
"No! James! You know you aren't supposed to go near him! Specially not letting him see you!" Sirius said, stopping him.
"Well, Sirius, he is asleep." James said and he turned and dashed up the stairs before Sirius could say another word.
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By Skyler
"Harry, I need to talk to you," Sirius said, knocking on Harry's bedroom door.
After Harry's 3rd year at Hogwarts Sirius was freed, nobody knows how. A man showed up and convinced the Ministry of Magic that Sirius wasn't guilty of any crime. People were confused and not all of them believed it.
"What?" Harry asked. He hadn't talked much. He had to go back to the Dursley's for 2 weeks before he got to go live with Sirius. For some reason they had trouble getting him to leave. Harry had said something bad was going to happen to the Dursley's if he left them.
"Came I come in?" Sirius asked, opening the door a crack and hoping his godson said yes to his request.
"Sure." Harry said stiffly and crossed his arms as he lay flat on his back on his bed, looking up at his ceiling that was bewitched to look the night sky.
"Harry, what's bugging you? Do you not want to live with me?" Sirius asked.
"No, I am just tired," Harry answered. He had just gotten to Sirius's new house that very morning. Ever since he just lay in his new room, he didn't want to look around the house first.
"Something's the matter. What is it?" Sirius asked.
Harry looked over at him, hurt in his eye. His breath shaky.
"You don't really care," Harry said and then looked back up to the ceiling.
"Harry! Why in the world would you think that?!" Sirius asked, getting a little angry. Sirius went over closer to Harry and looked down at him.
"I thought you would be happy to come live here. I didn't expect you to be like this," Sirius said.
"Be like what Sirius?! How the hell would you know anything about me?! You couldn't possibly. We spent how long together? And then the 2 weeks I had to be with the Dursley's I-" but Harry stopped himself and turned away from Sirius.
"What? What happened to you at the Dursley's? Are you hurt or something?" Sirius asked and sat on the edge of Harry's bed.
"N-no, I'm not hurt!" Harry shouted, his voice quivering, "You don't know me so don't pretend you do!"
"I'm not trying to pretend Harry, I want to get to know you. You seem like a very cool person. I know it'll be hard at first but we can work around it," Sirius said.
Harry let a few tears roll down his face. He hid it from Sirius though. Don't get Harry wrong, he very much wanted to live with Sirius. He really did. But he hurt so badly. Something bad happened in those two weeks....
"Hey, kid. How are you doing?" a man asked, coming very close to Harry as he sat in the park not far from the Dursley's. He did that everyday, around the same time. For hours. He just had to get away from the Dursley household.
"Um... I'm fine," Harry answered and looked over the man carefully. For some reason he made Harry nervous. Maybe it was the look in his eye that set him off but he hated it.
"That's good, I wanted to show you something. Your dad sent me to," the man said.
Harry froze, "My dad is dead."
"No, he's not. Really, I just spoke with him. James was his name. He isn't dead. I thought a big 14-year-old like you would know this," he said.
"I'm 13," Harry said. The man laughed,
"Boy, you just am finding something wrong with everything I say. Come on, I need to bring you to your father," the man said and took hold of Harry's wrist.
"No! I told you! My dad is dead! There is no possible way you could have talked to him!" Harry screamed and was going to get up and run but the man hugged him to him from behind and pinned his arms down.
"HELP! HELP!" Harry cried. There was nobody around to save him though. Everyone deserted this part of the park.
"Don't fight kid or you'll get it worse," the guy said. He threw Harry in a trunk of a muggle car. Harry kicked and screamed inside it. The hotness was getting to him, since it was summer the trunk wasn't much cooler then a oven.
They drove for some time. Maybe 15 minutes or so. When the car stopped Harry tensed up and was prepared to kick the man that opened the trunk.
It all happened very fast. Harry didn't even get a chance to look at the man. For he had been hit hard over the head, blacking out instantly.
"Harry, you're scaring me. What's going on?" Sirius asked.
"Nothing is going on!" Harry shouted, almost losing his temper.
"Then why are you shaking?" Sirius asked. Harry shook his head and remained in the position he was in.
"Haha, we got the little devil. How did it feel?"
When Harry started to regain consciousness he heard a whole new voice, this time it was a woman's.
"It felt great, he's just perfect. We can try out everything on him first," the guy from earlier said.
Harry wondered what on earth these people were talking about. He didn't know the slightest. After a moment he realized what kind of position he was in. From what he could tell he had something covering his eyes, his hands were tied tightly above his head, his feet barely touched the ground and he didn't think he had any clothes on. His whole body ached terribly though. Every single part.
"He's awake. Good, now we can explain this to him," the man said.
"Hello little Harry, how are you?" asked the woman sweetly. She came closer to Harry and put her arms around him.
Harry tried to get away from her, her touch sent a chill up and down his spine.
"Oh, don't be scared sweetie. We won't kill you, I promise. You can trust me sweet thing," the woman said. Harry cringed as she kissed him, after his lips she started working her way down to his stomach and sucked on that part of his skin for so long it made it burn.
Harry started kicking his legs and the woman backed away. Harry heard the chains holding his arms up jiggle.
"Stop that you fucking kid," the man shouted. Harry did immediately when the man kicked him as hard as he could in the groin.
As Sirius sat there waiting to see if Harry would talk to him he noticed Harry's eyes get heavy and he slowly began shutting them.
"Harry?" Sirius asked quietly after a moment. Harry didn't make any move so Sirius assumed he was asleep.
"God." Sirius said before he left the room.
Sirius walked down the hall and down a flight of stairs. He entered the kitchen at his right and dialed a phone number.
"James, I think you'd better come over here........ Yeah he's sleeping. We just need to talk about this," Sirius said into the phone.
"Ok, that sounds good. I'll be waiting," Sirius said before he hung up.
He rubbed his hands through his hair and sighed loudly. This all was happening so fast. Poor Harry, Sirius knew he was getting troubled by something but he just couldn't put a name on it.
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A hour later the doorbell rang. Sirius waited a second, not bothering to get up from the couch, for James to come in. He did, his hair was wet from the rain and he didn't look much like the old James Sirius knew. He was in disguise for the time being. His black hair was brown, and his facial features were changed around a bit. Just enough so you the naked eye wouldn't be able to tell he was James.
"Good, you're here." Sirius said and got up for a second to hug his long lost friend.
"I got here as soon as I could. I was having a meeting with Dumbledore when you called. He won't let me reveal myself to Harry yet, how is he?" James asked. Sirius looked down to the floor and went back to sit on the couch.
"What?" James asked and followed him.
"I think something bad is wrong with Harry," Sirius said.
"How you mean?" James asked seriously. Sirius took a deep breath and looked James in the eye.
"I think, now I might be totally wrong here, but I think he might have been abused. I don't know how and I don't know by who. But I was going through the clothes that were in his dirty pile and most of them had bits of blood on it. Specially his pants.
James eyes grew and he looked angry, "What? How?!"
"I don't know, I was trying to get something out of him right before I called you but he wouldn't say anything. I think he started crying but he turned away from me, then he just fell asleep," Sirius said.
"I'm going to go up and look at him. I'll use my wand so he won't wake up!" James said and he got up from the couch and started heading for the stairs.
"No! James! You know you aren't supposed to go near him! Specially not letting him see you!" Sirius said, stopping him.
"Well, Sirius, he is asleep." James said and he turned and dashed up the stairs before Sirius could say another word.
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