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The Fourth Turn
'This Isn't A Chocolate Factory'
"Now, pay attention," said Dumbledore, speaking very low, and very clearly. "Sirius is locked in Professor Flitwick's office on the seventh floor. Thirteenth window from the right of the West Tower. If all goes well, you will be able to save more than one more innocent life tonight, and let justice be served. And remember - you must not be seen."
"What are you talking about?" Harry interrupted, looking towards Hermione for a hint or a clue to what was going on, but Dumbledore lifted a hand, signalling he still had something left to say.
"I'm going to lock you in. It is five minutes to midnight - four turns should do it, Miss Granger."
- -
In four hours, Harry had found himself exactly where he had been four hours ago, at the exact time he was at four hours ago. The whole mess was confusing to him, though he did know that he had been successful. He breathed heavily, as he and Hermione reached the end of the corridor and to the entrance of the school's Hospital Wing. They came just in time to hear the same speech Dumbledore had gave them previously, and waited for him to walk out of the room before they approached him.
"Well?" Dumbledore asked, as Hermione produced a jar out of her jacket, with a single rat in it. "I take it you bewitched the jar so he cannot get out, Miss Granger?" Dumbledor asked, as Hermione nodded.
"Sirius has left on Buckbeak, said something about going to hide at the Order's meeting place. And we got Pettigrew." Harry said, before taking a deep, heavy breath. "What now?"
"Get inside - you two deserve a rest after a commendable performance." Dumbledore smiled, a familiar twinkle in his eye. "I will take the rest from here. I believe Cornelius will be interested in our new findings."
- -
One month later, and Harry was excited at what was going to be his day of freedom. He would be finally doing what he had dreamed of for the past 13 years of his life - leaving the Dursleys. It took convincing from both Harry and Sirius, but Dumbledore agreed to let Harry live with his godfather after Dumbledore successfully convinced the Ministry of Sirius's innocence - with help from Peter Pettigrew and a dose of Veritaserum. It was a move that resulted in the firing of Cornelius Fudge, and though the Ministry tried its best to make ammends for his wrongful imprisonment they just dug themselves into a deeper hole. Rufus Scrimgeour later replaced Fudge, and he assured the world of magic that the Ministry would not make a mistake like that again, and that Pettigrew had been locked up in Azkaban for life - though Harry doubted it.
He waited anxiously inside his bedroom, as he saw the familiar shape of his owl - Hedwig - drop down and land on his windowsill, holding a letter from his godfather.
Harry,
Hope you're as excited as I am, and I hope you're already packed, I've already got Kreacher ( my house elf), to clean up my brothers old room, it's all set and ready for you. I'll be coming around six o'clock tonight, and I had Mr. Weasley fix me up with a nice Muggle outfit that ought to impress your Uncle and Aunt - no matter how bad they really are.
From,
Sirius Black.
Harry looked over his room, which had been stripped bare of all his possessions (which weren't really much), and packed into his trunk and his spare suitcase (which had been willfully provided by the Dursleys, who were glad that they wouldn't be suffering any more of 'his kind and their nonsense'). In truth, he was so excited he had already packed two days ago and was waiting happily for his godfathers arrival, though knew from the fact that he had been given clothing advice from Mr. Weasley that it might not go down as well as he though it would.
"Harry." Harry turned around to see his Aunt Petunia at his door, looking at him nervously.
"What is it?" He asked.
"You're leaving today." She said.
"Yeah." Harry replied, trying to fill in the awkward silence.
"I know we haven't been the best auntie and uncle -"
"I had a feeling one of us was going to say that today." Harry sighed.
"but," She said, ignoring Harry's last comment. "you were my sister's son. And when she past away, she left me this in her will, and told me to give it to you when you'd eventually live on your own." Harry stood up, and reached over as she dropped a key in his hand. "I never used it, as I didn't know how, but she said it was for some bank of 'your kind'." Harry immediately recognised it as a Gringotts key, and pocketed it, looking his aunt in the eye. It was then he realised he had grown, as he was the same height as her - if not taller.
"Thanks." Harry said, unable to find anything else to say that was appropriate for the moment. It was then that he heard the loud roar of a motorbike, and a knock on the door. "That must be Sirius." He grabbed his trunk and his suitcase, and walked down the stairs, to find his Uncle Vernon and Dudley, facing the door with the look of shock and horror on their face.
" 'Sup Harry?" Sirius Black stood at the door of Number 4, Privet Drive, dressed in a striped white and blue shirt, with a long, bright purple coat and pants, with a bright green bowtie to top it all off. "How do I look?"
"GET OFF MY PROPERTY! THIS ISN'T A CHOCOLATE FACTORY!" Vernon yelled loudly, "WHO ARE YOU TRYING TO BE, WILLY WONKA?"
"Uncle, this is Sirius Black, my godfather." Harry said, as Uncle Vernon turned to him, his face a bright red with anger. In truth, Sirius Black did currently bare a resemblance to Willy Wonka, though Harry figured that it was because he had never seen Sirius cleaned up and in nice clothing besides the wedding photographs, so anything else would've looked odd too.
"I don't care who he is, get him out of my -" Uncle Vernon lost his voice before he could finish his sentence, as Sirius removed a wand from his pocket and waved it towards Vernon's throat.
"Are you sure it's alright to do that?" Harry asked, pleased though at the same time a little worried.
"The Ministry's been kissing my ass for the past month, trying to make ammends - and failing miserably, for your information." Sirius smiled. "So I'm allowed to do anything I want and they'll turn a blind eye. Ain't that fabulous, Harry?"
"I take it we're going on your motorbike?" Harry asked.
"Correct, Hagrid gave it back to me. We'll put your luggage in the side car and you can ride with me on the bike. Aren't you going to want to say you're final goodbyes?" Sirius asked, as Harry turned around, to see the Dursleys, more worried over Uncle Vernon's temporary (as Harry assumed) loss of voice then on his departure.
"Already did." Harry lied, as he and Sirius left 4 Privet Drive, with no idea know what lay ahead for them.
- -
"Wormtail..." A chilling voice echoed in the Azkaban cell, rebounding off the walls, though neither the Dementors or the other inmates heard it.
"Master?" Peter Pettigrew arose from the corner of his cell.
"After all these years you are still as stupid as you were when I first saved you..." The voice of Voldermort hissed. "If it wasn't for my influence the Dementors would've already had your weak soul by now."
"But master, I have been loyal to you always... What do you want me to do?" He asked.
"ESCAPE YOU FOOL!" The voice boomed, as Pettigrew curled up in his corner once again. "Have you not learned from the actions of your fellow Marauder?"
"Sirius Black?" Pettigrew asked.
"Yes, Black - if he can escape, so can you. Just use that tiny brain of yours!" Voldermort's voice filled with more anger. "The Ministry is still as ignorant as ever, leaving the Dementors to watch over you. I have a follower waiting on a boat for you outside of this prison. He will leave in an hour if you do not come to him. But I shall let you know now, if you do not come to him I will come to you. And Wormtail, we both know I can be worse than a Dementor."
"Wait, how am I talking to you? Are you alive?" Pettigrew asked, as more questions arose. "Have you regained your body yet master?"
The booming voice flooded the jail cell once again with instructions, and Pettigrew understood what he had to do.