[continued summary] On the other hand, we have Harry, a loving, excitable child who is raised by his adoring godfather Sirius. After spending ten, wonderful years with Draco, he finds he does not remember any of it...how will it end?[continued summary]
***kayy. hi everyone :D! this is the first fic i've ever written, actually, it's the first written piece i've ever done for fun...draco is a veela, will eventually show up in the story..italics/astericks mean it's a flashback..review me harshly 3. SIRIUS RAISED HARRY. iunno if ill put other relationships in there. tell me if i should? i have the next couple chapters written btu im nottt gunna upload 'less you guys like it. love to all. oh. i've yet to find a beta reader who's on when im on so i tried to edit this myself as best i can but you know i could never do it perfectly , as im the author. SO. if you're interested in beta reading my work pleeeeease tell me***
*Lucius mentally sneered at the filth in front of him. Every fiber in his body was cringing at his presence, but still, he kept his cool. Sirius returned the obvious contempt in Lucius' stare with equal animosity, but in a more passionate form. Sirius glanced down at the owlish baby crawling below him.
"You realize the need to keep him safe, Lucius; disregard your prejudice, none of us will reach the goal we desire so much if you don't."
"I know," Lucius' voice dripped with venom. "I'm not a fool." He, too, turned his glance below, but to a different crawling figure. Draco Malfoy. A heated silence fell between the two enemies-turned-allies.
"Lucius. I'm glad you decided to side with Albus." There was an air of honest feeling around those words.
"Don't thank me," Malfoy spat. "I do this for my child. Protecting my heir is most important, above even the Dark Lord's wishes." Sirius laughed. Lucius was always protecting his pride. He turned his tired, protective glance downward again, only to see Draco and Harry a mangled bundle of limbs, giggling madly (mind you, they were giggling in a subdued manner, they must've sensed the somber mood about them.) Lucius, noticing Sirius' faint smile, followed his eyes to the babies. Color seeped into Malfoy's usually pale face.
"Get away from him!" He hissed, sweeping Draco away from the dismayed Harry. "We do not play with their kind." Maybe, Lucius thought, the Malfoy's would side with Albus, but they would not sacrifice their hard-won pride. Draco's silver gray eyes stared at him, questioning him, and promptly began filling with tears. Harry's emeralds were doing the same.
Sirius sighed. Working with Lucius was going to be harder than he thought.*
Albus blinked as he pulled himself out of the pensieve. He tapped his glasses, thinking about what he had just seen. Maybe, he thought to himself, it was true after all? For all of Albus' meticulous planning and fantastic magic, this had not been a factor from the start.
"Faux." Albus said pointedly. "I do believe that I'll have a lemon drop." And with that, he promptly popped a yellow candy into his mouth, and sat down on his chair to think.
-The first year of Hogwarts-
"Siri," Harry said owlishly, a habit of his. "Will I be a Gryffindor?" Sirius looked at him, eyes blinking rapidly in annoyance.. Harry was infatuated with the idea of being in the same house as his beloved godfather, and it was beginning to bug the shit out of him!
"Harry." Sirius looked at him, his eyes boring into Harry's. "No matter what house you're in, no matter who your friends are, (Sirius paused a bit here.) I, Remus, and the Weasley's will always love you. Okay?" Harry looked at him shyly.
"Okay." Sirius grinned and Harry returned the sentiment. Off you go then! He bounded off onto the train, flashing another one of his trademark smiles back at Sirius. He smiled to himself, a grin that stretched across his face. Harry was going to have a fantastic time; he knew it.
Harry walked, bouncing up and down the aisle of the train, looking for his friend, Ron; his eyes flicking to and from each compartment, absorbing all the new faces. He was on his own! The thought gave him more spunk, put even more jig into his step, but you could see that he was nervous. He began trotting a little recklessly and subsequently bumped himself into a blonde haired boy. He whipped around, face contorted in anger, but his face paled when he saw Harry's face.
"Y-you? You should watch where you're going," and promptly strode into his compartment, and slammed the door shut. Harry blinked and stood there, dumbstruck. He shook his head, wondering who it was, but realized with a start where he was, and the nervous energy immediately returned. A few minutes later, and he had found his friend, Ronald Weasley.
"Hiya Ron!" He said grinning, standing foolishly in the middle of the compartment door.
"Harry!" Ron jumped up and embraced him. "So good to see you, mate! It's been ages…" Harry returned the warm hug happily.
"Yeah," green eyes flashing, "since we've done anything fun…" Ron looked at him and groaned. He knew that look. They were about to get into a lot of trouble, and he didn't like it. Not one bit. They had just gotten accepted into Hogwarts and here Harry was, all set to throw it away! Yet, on the other hand, it would be fun to participate in whatever Harry was scheming. He consented.
"What're you planning?" The words were cautiously spoken.
"Well, Ron, I bumped into this blonde kid on the way here. He said something really weird and then he stormed off…we're going to spy on him." He looked at Harry pensively. Ron desperately hoped it wasn't who he thought it was. Harry looked back, eyes fierce and mouth set. This was going to end badly, He knew it.
* "Sirius." The name was drawn out, as if it pained the man speaking to say it. "I...I need your help." Sirius gaped at him. He knew the man had been humbled since he joined Albus for protection of his son, but asking HIM for HELP? He could see Lucius asking him to jump off a cliff, but help...
"What do you need?" Harry peered out from behind Sirius' pant leg, now a gallant two years old. Lucius sneered at him; Harry quickly hid his head behind Sirius' leg again. "Now, Lucius! I won't have you treating my godson like that anymore if you're going to come sauntering in asking for help." Lucius sighed. Sirius was right, and Malfoy's pride forced him to acknowledge it. Sirius smiled. "Okay. Now, to business." Lucius took a big breath and prepared himself.
"I need you to take care of Draco." Sirius opened his mouth, ready for an outburst, but Lucius staunched him with an upheld finger. "The Mark, Sirius, the Mark! It is darkening again, and I fear I haven't much time. Draco needs to stay in a safe place until I'm sure I can provide for him." A pause. "Don't give me that look. You know that I would never, never, ever ask you for help unless I truly needed it. Don't lie to me Sirius, you're a Gryffindor in and out, you would never deny helping a poor child in need."
"Damn you, Lucius," Sirius laughed. "Always know how to convince me, eh?" He nudged Lucius a bit, and he scowled at Sirius angrily. "Yes, yes," he spoke with more seriousness now. "I will keep good care of Draco," Sirius, noting the look on Lucius' face, meant to reassure him more. "Seriously, Lucius. I will make your Draco the best Gryf-er..." Lucius' face darkened with contempt.
"Yes, well," he said briskly, "Be sure to discipline him. I won't come back with a spoiled princess for a son, you hear me? Mind you, I shall be visiting, so don't get lax just because you think I'm gone." Sirius sighed. Lucius continued to rant on about how to raise his son, until finally Sirius had had enough. Holding up his hand, he spoke with finality in his tone.
"That's enough Lucius. Your Draco is in good hands. Now, if you don't shut that slimy mouth of yours, I WILL make Draco the best Gryffindor who's ever lived...'cept for Harry, of course. And James. Out you go, now." Sirius was grinning. He hadn't had this much fun since he and James harassed Snivelus. Just a bit of harmless fun! Now, Sirius, deep in his content, didn't notice Lucius building up a rage. But Malfoys were trained, and he apparated away before he blew them all up, including his precious son. Sirius looked down at the blonde boy who had previously been hiding behind Lucius' legs as well. It wasn't like him, he thought, to raise a boy to be shy like that. Nonetheless, he didn't really know much of Lucius and for all he knew he could be the kindest man on the planet. The thought was very much doubted, though. He scooped up Harry and Draco and with that wonderful owlish look children accomplish so well, they began to inspect each other thoroughly. Sirius sighed, smiled, and went deeper into his house.*
"Shh! Ron! You're going to get us caught if you're not quiet." The train rumbled along quietly, carrying the equally quiet children towards their destination. It was a long train ride, and even by the standards of bubbling eleven year olds, they were tired and wanted to sleep. That's just what they did. Harry and Ron crept down the aisle, carefully inspecting each compartment for the mysterious blonde haired boy. Oh, how Ron hoped it wasn't who he thought it was. He prayed to every wizard and non-wizard's deity he had ever heard of. Harry didn't notice Ron's furiously closed eyes and breathy mutters, he was too intent on finding the perpetrator of earlier' odd event. Suddenly, Harry stopped, and Ron, being oblivious to the world around him, bumped into him; but Harry was simply too excited to be bothered by that.
"Ron!" Startling Ron out of his reverie, he looked, dazed, into Harry's gleaming eyes. "I think I found him." Now that startled him. Ron jumped out of his crouch and looked anxiously into the compartment. His stomach dropped into his feet. It WAS him. He had to keep his cool, else his Mum would surely punish him.
"So...Harry. That's him? That's the git that snapped at you? What's so special about him?" Harry turned on his best mate, annoyed.
"He's not a git Ron...he was just...surprised." Harry was startled to find himself defending the boy. He had, after all, been quite rude to him.
He looked to Ron only to find that he was staring at him quite oddly.
"Ron?" Ron, once again, snapped out of the dazed state.
"Oh, sorry Harry. I think I'm a bit overly excited for Hogwarts, you know?"
"Roooon! Pay attention to the matter at hand!" Harry leaned his head rup to look into the mysterious boy's compartment. He was idly chatting with some ugly girl and two big guys. In fact, Harry was so shocked by the stature of the two humungous, yet eleven year old boys, that he stayed, staring. He was in perfect view of the blonde if he decided to look in that direction. Ron noticed.
"Harry!" He hissed, "Lean DOWN!" With the forcefully whispered word, he forced Harry's head below the compartment's step again, out of sight. Harry shook his head at Ron, didn't he know what was in there?
"Ron...look." And Ron looked. He, too, was under the shock of seeing these two boys, They were quite scary figured to ones so protected. The two had menacing snarls seemingly permanently etched on their face, and their fat biceps bounced with each bump of the train. It was at just that moment, however, that the blonde boy decided to glance over at them, and that was what it took to get them moving. Startled and scared, Ron and Harry immediately began piling over one another to return to their seats, but the boy was too quick. The doors slammed open.
"Harry!" The voice hissed angrily. "Get. Away. From. Me." It seemed that ever word pained him, but they were said with resolve anyway. The curious, owlish look appeared in Harry's startlingly green eyes as they stared into the opposing silver ones, and Ron, being Ron, groaned.
"Harry, Harry, I think we should listen to him…" Ron tugged on Harry's shirt hem, but he was paying Ron no mind. "Harry, I'm serious! He doesn't, um, seem like such a nice bloke." The boys eye's narrowed and he turned his gaze onto Ron.
"Shut up, Weasley." Harry looked at the boy, surprised at the anger and dislike in his voice.
"You're right Ron, let's go." Harry threw the stranger a withering glance, grabbed Ron's arm, and began to storm off in the direction of their seats.
Draco was surprised. Was Harry pretending not to know him? He stared incredulously at the boys huffing and puffing their way down the train aisle. Father was right, he thought dryly. They are fools. A worm of doubt formed in his mind as he said this, but he shook it off and went back into the compartment to change into his robes.
As Harry and Ron arrived at their compartment, they heard a girl's voice lecturing somebody. Lecturing! It hadn't been a day and someone was already getting lectured. The two looked at each other, and walked towards the source of annoyance. What they found, however, was not what they expected.
"Neville, I've already told you! You can't just go putting your fro-"
"Hermione, it's a toad!"
"Oh, fine then, you can't just go putting your toad down wherever you feel! It's a TOAD Neville, a TOAD! It's bound to hop away when you let it out of your sight." The boy being reprimanded looked down, and grumbled
"He Hermione, stop referring to my pet as "it." The girl sighed, and turned to leave, but stopped and blinked as she saw the two boys staring at her. She bristled.
"Have either of you bumbling boys seen a toad?" She looked from Ron to Harry. "Thought no-HEY! You're Harry Potter! I've read about you!" Ron looked at Harry and giggled. They had wondered, when playing together, whether people would do stuff like this; but it was always far more exciting when it actually happened.
"Er, yeah, that's me."
"I'm Hermione." She stuck out her hand. Ron nodded, and Harry tentatively stuck his hand out as well. They shook, and Hermione looked at Ron.
"Well? Aren't you going to tell me your name?"
"Oh, er, yeah. I'm Ron." They shook hands as well.
"Now, if you two don't mind, I'm going to continue looking for Neville's toad. If you hadn't already guessed, that's Neville in there." He poked out his head and waved shyly. Harry grinned, and his best mate was close to follow. Once safely back in their own seats, they both sighed.
"Harry…"
"Yeah Ron?"
"That was awful." A pause. Harry laughed, the clear cut notes wafting through the train; Ron couldn't help but join in, and soon the boys were wiping the tears from their eyes.
"Yeah, Ron, it was."
*Sirius looked at Remus.
"Are you sure?"
"How else do you propose we handle him? It's unbelievably unfortunate, but they were so attached, and I don't Harry plans on recovering anytime soon." Sirius sighed and ran a hand through his black hair.
"It just feels…so…wrong." Remus nodded.
"Just know that in the end, you've done the right thing. You have your duties as a member of the Order Sirius; don't forget that. You can't spend all of your time counseling him."
"You're right, of course. I'll do it soon, I just need some time to mull things over in my head." Remus glanced at him and enveloped Sirius in a hug. They stood there, content, for some time. "Thanks Remus, you always give the best advice." With that, he apparated away, and the man left alone looked wistfully at the spot Sirius was in only moments ago.*