Chapter 1
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"Be yourself; everyone else is already taken." - Oscar Wilde
It was quiet in the small neighborhood of Little Whinging, Surrey. Almost too quiet, thought Harry Potter, the unwilling house guest of the Dursley household of Number 4, Privet Drive. The usual sounds that he would hear when he stayed up to do his homework or if he just couldn't sleep were missing such as the sounds of crickets chirping, the screeching bats or the occasional yowling from of one of Mrs. Figgs' cats. But tonight there was no such noise, even Hedwig was quiet (although she was quiet the majority of the time) and looking at his beloved feathered companion, he saw the she was wide awake and alert, obviously she had sensed something he hadn't. Trusting in his snowy owl, (and paranoid enough to believe her) he quietly shifted so that he made no sound as he rose from his single bed and grabbed his wand from his bedside table, moving as quietly as possible towards his bedroom door he crouched in front of it and he started to pick the lock, enormously grateful that the Weasley Twins took the time to teach him how to, they had explained to him at the time that this kind of trick would help him out when he couldn't or wouldn't be able to use magic.
Now was such a time.
Hearing the faint click of his lock unlocking, Harry moved from his crouch to stand up as he eased the bedroom door open slowly as he stepped out onto the second-floor landing, keeping his eyes and ears on alert as he moved towards the stairs trying to catch anything that might be classified as abnormal.
At that he stifled a snort, 'Pot calling the kettle black Potter.'
Distracted as he was with his thoughts, he nearly missed the sound of something being bumped into, causing the sound of cursing to reach his ears.
"Shit! Stupid muggle thing!" hissed a male voice, the voice sounding scratchy and under-used, there was another thump and obviously the person had decided the 'muggle thing' needed to be taught a lesson...either that or they bumped into the object again.
'They're wizards,' was the thought rushing through his head as he made his way down the stairs, avoiding the ones that would creak and give him away, 'and it sound like they're in the kitchen, but why are they here of all places?'
"Would you please stop hopping around like a bloody flamingo? You decided to kick the fridge with your already sore foot and now you're just starting to look like an idiot..." there was a beat of silence before the second voice spoke up again, "and stop staring at me like that, it's your own fault you weren't watching where you were going Padfoot."
Harry froze on the bottom stair, he heart in his throat as he processed what the now two familiar sounding voices were saying.
"You've gotten so mean in your old age Remus, where are my kisses to make it feel better? I'm feeling so very unloved here."
Sirius.
There was a snort, "You couldn't pay me enough to kiss that foot Sirius and you know I have better senses than most, I'd probably die from the stench alone."
Professor Lupin.
Playful outrage coloured the responding tone, "Why Messer Moony, are you suggesting that I have stinky feet?"
"I'm afraid, Messer Padfoot, that you have misunderstood me. Your entire body stinks, not just your feet, but I am so sorry that you believed otherwise."
Harry felt like he was feet were glued to the floor, 'Why? Why are they here? I thought that Sirius got out of the country and Professor Lupin resigned so what..?'
"Tsk tsk Moony, you...Harry!" exclaimed Sirius, who had opened the door that blocked the entryway between the kitchen/dining room and the hallway where the escaped convict had spotted the 13-year-old standing in the hallway, looking at them with surprise, confusion and worry painted on his face.
"Ah, good evening Harry and how are you this evening?" Asked Remus, as if breaking into a muggle household and coming across one of its residents in the process was a normal everyday occurrence.
Harry stammered back a reply as he kept staring at the two men, "H-Hi Professor Lupin and I'm fine, how about you?"
"You can call me Remus Harry, I'm no longer your professor and as for my health, well...I could be better."
Harry nodded at the response, knowing that the Full Moon was about a week away. From what Hermione had told him about werewolves was that they got their moon-sickness a few days before the Full. Turning his attention from his ex-DADA professor, Harry gazed upon his Godfather taking in the fuller and healthier figure, he no longer looked like a walking skeleton, and instead, he looked a little more like the man he saw laughing in his parent's wedding photo.
"Sirius, what are doing here?"
"What? Remus gets a 'hello, how are you?' and I get a 'what are you doing here?'" Sirius looked between his only living best friend and his godson, playing hurt feelings, "I feel so unloved by you two, what have I done to deserve this great injustice of coldness that has overtaken you? Have I offended you great ones by..." Sirius' great Monologue of Injustice that he had perfected while still a student of Hogwarts was interrupted by the giggling coming from his godson. But he kept smiling because Harry was smiling.
"Sorry Sirius, how are you?"
"I am of fine health young Prongslet," he started to say but when he caught the serious gaze of Remus, he calmed down a little and decided to get down to business, "but as for why Remus and I are here, well, we need to talk to you about something."
"About...what exactly?"
Before Sirius could answer Remus asked, "Harry, where are all of your school things? Like your trunk and such."
"Um, up in my room - the second bedroom on the right - and I haven't unpacked anything yet, so all my school things are still in there." Watching Remus walk up the stairs and towards his room, Harry became puzzled about the strange questions but waited for Sirius to explain why he was here but when he didn't, he started to question, "What's going on Sirius?"
"One moment pup."
Harry waited as asked, but he turned when he heard a thump and his jaw dropped at the sight of Prof-Remus carrying his school trunk, full of his textbooks and other things, with one hand and Hedwig in her cage in the other.
Seeing Harry's astonishment, Remus snickered, "Werewolf strength cub."
Nodding Harry snapped his gaze back at his Godfather, "Sirius, what's going on?"
But of instead of answering, Remus shifted his wrist to gaze down at his wristwatch and Sirius took out an old newspaper from his coat pocket. When he gestured for Harry to grab the paper, he did so becoming, even more, puzzled when Sirius didn't let go but instead Remus grabbed touched it as well and said, "3...2...1...now!"
The next thing he knew, the three of them felt a tugging in their gut and then the three wizards were gone as if they were never there in the first place. The Dursleys didn't even stir in the entire 15 minutes that had just passed by.
TO BE CONTINUED
A/N: I've just reviewed the chapter and hopefully, any mistakes that my readers pointed out to me were fixed.
Now, I hope people enjoy my latest story, it's my first time writing a Harry Potter fiction. So, please be easy on me?
*author unleashes the puppy-dog-eyes of doom towards her readers*
I'll love you guys forever if you do...
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