Disclaimer: I own Harry Potter. I don't own it. *Sigh*
-MLG-
Sirius Black, criminal, Azkaban inmate, unregistered animagus, best friend of James Harold Potter and godfather of Harriet Lily Potter, sat in his cell, chewing on his fingernails and trying to ignore the revolting sound of his cousin Bellatrix's cackling. The insane woman was cackling about torturing somebody to the point equal to the dementor's kiss! He sighed, and added another line to the tally that he was keeping, to see how long he had been in Azkaban. The tally now counted a thousand and ninety-two.
He spotted something tartan from the corner of his eye, and turned around to see the smiling face of his former Transfiguration Professor. "Hello Mr Black. You are officially free, congratulations." She informed him briskly, anticipating his reaction.
"...Right. Okay, then..." He said, before his eyes rolled back in his head and he flopped back, unconscious.
"He took the news better than I thought he would." She mused, before casting ennervate on him. "Black, follow me. We are going to the Ministry, where you will be awarded a large amount of money as compensation for your wrongful time in Azkaban. Now hurry, this island is so..." She shuddered, an extremely odd sight if you knew Minerva McGonagall at all.
Sirius, still numb with the shock of finally being freed, nodded and followed her through a maze of grimy hallways, eventually stepping onto a rocky surface, where a boat was waiting at the edge of the miserable island.
Twenty minutes later found the former inmate eagerly inhaling a large amount of beef. Once he had finished, a Ministry official asked, "Mr. Black, is there anything else you'd like?"
"Custody of my goddaughter, please..." He rasped, still getting used to the concept of talking after so many years without exercising it.
"That can be arranged right away, she is currently staying with the Dursley family, of Number Four, Privet Drive, in Little Whing-"
"DURSLEY?! GOOD LORD, I THOUGHT THE MINISTRY WAS SUPPOSED TO BE SMART!" Sirius bellowed, fire dancing in his eyes.
"Sir, please just calm down-"
"CALM DOWN?! MY GODDAUGHTER IS LIVING WITH PEOPLE WHO DESPISE MAGIC WITH EVERY FIBRE OF THEIR BODY! THERE IS NO WAY PETUNIA IS JUST GOING TO PUT THE PAST BEHIND HER! HARRIET PROBABLY LIVES IN- LIKE- A CUPBOARD OR SOMETHING!" Sirius roared, surprisingly accurate.
"Don't fret sir, you can check on her, but I would suggest bringing somebody else with you..." She glanced at his hollow face.
Sirius thought for a moment, before his face lit up, and without so much as a goodbye, chucked floo powder into the fireplace, stepped inside the now emerald green flames, yelling 'FIFTEEN RIDGEBACK LANE!', and disappearing. The Ministry official shrugged and resumed arranging paperwork.
-MLG-
Miles and miles away, a small girl was waking up inside a cupboard under the stairs. She immediately started pulling on some absolutely vile vomit green socks on, and taking off a baggy T-shirt, only to pull another vile looking shirt on. She nervously waited for her Aunt Petunia to wake up, and was not disappointed as a moment later there came a sharp knock on her cupboard door. " Up! Get up you lazy freak! Dudders wants pancakes, french toast and bacon, and Vernon wants three omelettes, and I want baked beans and a fruit waffle! Get to work you worthless little freeloader!"
"Y-yes Aunt Petunia." Came a shaky from the cupboard. The door was unlocked and opened, and the not quite three-year-old got out and almost ran to the kitchen, lifting herself onto the counter, and starting to put bread in the toaster and getting the pancakes, omelettes, and the baked beans out.
She she was halfway through frying the bacon when a pink beach ball came running through the kitchen and "accidentally" shoved Harriet's hand into the stove, then proceeding to climb into his high chair (with the help of his mother), and start banging his spoon on the table, chanting 'BEKFAST!' over and over, making it much harder for Harriet to finish the 'bekfast', especially with her burnt hand.
Five minutes later, the small girl was standing a little back as she watched the rest of the family devour her food. She picked up an extremely long list, and decided to get to work on it.
After finishing half of the chores, (None of which you would expect a two year old to do) she heard a knock on the door. Knowing what happens every time they had visitors, she climbed inside her cupboard and Uncle Vernon locked it, just like always.
"Hello, how may we help- y-you're one of th-them!" Aunt Petunia almost whispered the last part, grabbing Dudley and running upstairs, where they heard a click.
"W-WHAT DO YOU FREAKS WANT?" Uncle Vernon bellow-whimpered, and the only reply Harriet could hear was a thump, as a new (But oddly familiar) voice said, "Padfoot, not necessary."
And another new yet oddly familiar voice, "Moony, he got exactly what he deserved. If he calls us freaks, he probably calls Harriet a freak too."
"...Fine." The other voice finally said.
"So, where do you think Harriet will be?" After hearing that, Harriet then decided to do something dangerous (In her situation), but she couldn't think of anything else to do.
"Lemme out! Pwease lemme out!" Came a small voice from the cupboard.
She heard a stifled gasp from the outside, and suddenly the cupboard door was blasted off its hinges! She curled up into a ball as fast as she could. She just knew it. She was gonna be hit! She started crying. Stupid! She mentally scolded herself.
The two men at the door exchanged a look, before the calmer one of the two reached out to hold her hand. Harriet shied away. The man withdrew his hand, looking hurt.
The other man eventually spoke, "We promise not to hurt you. Both of us. We are here to take you away…"
"P-pwomise n-no be-belt a-and… chu take me 'way?" She asked cautiously.
"I promise you, Harriet…"
And the two year old then said the most heart-wrenching thing the two men would ever hear. "Who's Harriet?"
"You are. I-It's the name your parents gave you." He said slowly, shock laced into his tone.
"You knew my mummy and daddy?" Curious hazel orbs stared up at the men.
"We both did." The other man piped up, because the dark-haired man seemed incapable of speaking.
"T-tell me 'bout dem?"
"After we've gotten out of this surgically clean house." The man with dark hair promised.
The other man held out his hand again, this time a little more hesitant. Harriet slowly reached out, and eventually (after what seemed like a few sunlit centuries to all parties involved,) placed her hand in his, then proceeding to grab it tightly, as if she was afraid it would get ripped out of her reach any second.
"You are going to feel very uncomfortable for a moment, but then we will be somewhere else, okay?" The light-haired man said gently.
Harriet nodded, still clinging to his hand.
The two men (and one toddler) disappeared with a pop, and left no trace of themselves ever being there.
-MLG-
Sooooooooooooooooo, hope you liked the first chapter! Sorry if it's bad, this is my first fic.
Next chapter will contain:
Little potter characters,
Remus' house,
Cute Harriet stuff,
And fluffy bonding between them all!
Moosh out. 3