Memories to Aid Rescue
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or related characters. I am merely borrowing them for my own amusement. Please do not sue me, I am but a poor 19 year old, with a big imagination. Remember; Sirius Lives!
A/N and Story Line: Hi again, the fucking cat just unplugged the computer so I have to retype this stupid thing! Anyway, I've grown use to Harry being young, and Sirius and Remus coming to his rescue, but what if Harry was young, and had to save them? Sirius is in the Ministry with Remus awaiting his Death Sentence! Remus went to beg the Minister not to kill Sirius, but he merely said that Remus was a Werewolf in league with Voldemort, and now Remus is going to join Sirius in death! Albus is there and he is powerless to help them, though he refuses to leave their sides. Now, with the help of his father's ghost and his memories that have come back to the surface, can Harry save his father's friends? The story line was a lot better in the one that the cat deleted, but it's still good! Harry is about 7, enjoy! And Remember; Sirius Lives!
Rated: PG-13 for mild language (From a very pissed Sirius)
Genre: Adventure/ Paranormal
Other Note: Hope this is good! Only two chapters! And Remember; Sirius Lives!
Alicia: A little bit from every one!
Queen of Darkness: Not enough from me.
Alicia: Sorry!
Dad's Ghost and Setting Out
Harry woke around two in the morning to a bright light. He had been having a dream about his family. The family that died a long time ago. His father had been sitting on a couch with his arm around Harry's mother. They were smiling and looking happy. Lily and James Potter, to Harry, were the best parents in the world. There was a man tossing a baby Harry into the air and catching him. He had long black hair and dark blue eyes. He was laughing as he caught Harry. This was Harry's favourite part of the dream. His father would call the tall man Sirius. Sitting in an armchair a crossed from them was Harry's other favourite, the one called Rem, or Remus, though Sirius loved to call him Remmy. He was forever drinking tea in that chair, in every dream Harry had ever had of his family. But the dream always ended the same way, his mother would be screaming, there was a high, cold, cruel laugh, and he watched his mother fall to the floor lifeless. It was usually this that woke Harry, but tonight was the light. Harry sat up and before he could register what the light was, it was talking to him.
"You've been dreaming the same thing for 7 years Harry. I think it's time for a new one." The voice sounded familiar and annoyed.
Harry blinked, and saw his father, around the age of 22, sitting on his cot, cross legged , staring at him. Harry didn't know weather to hug him or scream.
"I would advise against the hugging, as you would fall right through me." He said smiling. "And screaming would be pointless, since I'm your father and you know me."
Harry thought for a second not sure if he had lost his mind or not.
"If your really my dad, who's Padfoot?"
"Sirius Black." He said quickly. "And that's why I'm here Harry. Their in danger, him and Remus. And your the only one who can help them."
"How can I?" Harry asked looking worried.
"Before we go any farther, I know you are wondering why they did not take you into custody. Sirius was blamed for our murders, Peter sold us to Voldemort. You must remember that Harry! It was Peter who-"
"I already know dad. I dream about that night all the time."
James smiled slightly at the Harry who was half starved, pale and shoved in a cupboard.
He hated Peter for doing this to his son, to his family.
"Then Remus. He could not take you because he was a werewolf, and they are not allowed to take babies into their care."
"Oh..."
"Harry, you didn't ask the universal question."
"What?" Harry asked.
"That there are werewolves."
"I know, I told you, I dream about you lot all the time. I remember everything...why?"
"Because wizard memories are better than Muggles, but yours is exceptional." He smiled proudly at his son. "Now, Sirius and Remus are being kept in the Ministry on the lowest level. They are in the room, 4 rooms to the left, and down the grey hall to the end."
Harry nodded, wondering why he was getting directions.
"I can take you as far as the Ministry, that's as much as I can help you."
"How do I get out of here?" Harry asked, catching on to the fact that his father had a rescue mission in mind. "The doors locked." Harry watched James frown and wave his hand at the door. It sprang open, and Harry scrambled out after his dad. They went out the front door the same way.
Harry looked around the deserted street, and then to his father for guidance. But James was looking around the street too. He didn't glance at Harry for some time.
"Alright, you go to the edge of the street and wave your right hand, stand away from the curb."
Harry nodded.
"A bus will appear, get on it, and tell them to take you to the Ministry of Magic."
Harry nodded again.
"Once there, your mother will be waiting for you. She'll help you get in..." He looked down to his son. "I'm sorry Harry, for everything..."
"It's alright."
"Harry, there is a lot that is going to happen to you, but always remember, your mother and I, we..."
"I know." Harry said.
"Alright, now go, you've only got till morning, and by then it may be too late."
Harry nodded and turned to go, but looked back, his father was gone in his place on the ground was a white stag plush and on top of that was a gold coin. Harry picked it up and went to the streets edge. He waved his right hand. He held tight to the warm plush in his arms as a huge purple bus appeared with a bang. He stumbled back as a man jumped down the steps.
"Welcome to the Knight Bus! Transportation for the stranded witch and wizard!" He looked down at Harry and his eyes widened. "Harry Potter!" He said aghast. "Welcome sir, welcome." He bowed Harry onto the bus. Harry was very confused, but got on anyway. He handed the gold coin to the man.
"Hot chocolate?" He asked. Harry shook his head. "Where too then Mr. Potter?"
"The Ministry of Magic." Harry said sitting on one of the mushy beds. He was half scared, half excited at what he was doing. His father's friends were in danger and he was the only one who could help them. He had to be brave, for them and his dad. The bus stopped about ten minutes later and let Harry off. He stood in a vacant street next to a broken telephone booth. A cold breeze swept over the small boy as he waited for his mum. He looked at his small watch, 3:38 am, there wasn't much time.
"Harry." Came a light voice, and Harry turned to the phone booth. Lily Potter was standing there in long red robes, that matched her long red hair. She smiled at her son with tears in her blazing green eyes that matched her sons.
"Mum?" Harry questioned. The pretty woman smiled and nodded. Harry walked over to her, wishing he could hug her. The woman was starting to cry, or at least the tears were falling.
"You must hurry Harry." She said calmly. "When you step inside here, tell the lady you're here for a rescue, she'll give you a badge and let you in. Try not to be seen by too many people once your in, and for the love of Merlin do not let them see your scar."
Harry nodded to her. "Are you alright?"
"Fine, I'm fine. Now listen." She said wiping the tears off her face quickly. "When you get in there you'll be on level one, you must get to level four. Take the stairs, because very few people take them."
Harry nodded again and hugged onto the plush tighter. Lily smiled.
"I love you Harry, please be careful."
Harry nodded and felt tears in his own eyes as his mother disappeared, but they never fell. He climbed into the phone booth noticing that the white stag now had a red ribbon around it's neck. He smiled softly as a woman's voice sounded in his ear.
"Ministry of Magic, state your name and Business."
"Harry Potter, rescue."
