It was very dark out, considering it was only 8:00 in the evening in Little Whinging, Surrey. For the past week, black clouds had plagued the town with pouring rain.
With three 'pops' three wizards appeared out of nowhere. They made their way to the front door of number four Private Drive. The wizard in the lead was wearing long purple robes. He had long white hair with a long white beard to match. He looked over his half-moon spectacles at his two, slightly shorter, companions. One was wearing dark green robes, and had long black hair. The other had on dark blue robes, and brown hair. The two shorter wizards looked up at the wizard in the lead, Albus Dumbledore, and nodded. Dumbledore reached up and pressed on the doorbell. They heard thumping as someone approached the door. The door opened to reveal a very large man, with hardly any neck, and a very red face. His face paled of all the colour when he saw who was at his door. He gaped at them as they swiftly made their way through the open door. Vernon Dursley regained control over his mouth when the door closed behind Dumbledore.
'What are you doing in my house?' he demanded, his face contorted in anger.
'We are here,' Dumbledore began, 'to discuss a matter of concern with you and your wife.' Just at that moment a tall, skinny woman with a long neck and a face looking like a horse's came into the room.
'Who's at the door, Vern-,' she stopped mid-sentence when she saw the three wizards.
'Ah, hello, Petunia. I was just speaking to your husband. Now that you are here, we may begin with the important matter that is at hand,' Dumbledore said sitting on a couch. The other two wizards sat on either side of Dumbledore but Vernon and Petunia stayed standing. The wizard with black hair spotted a young boy with jet-black hair peeking around the corner. The wizard smiled to himself as the boy disappeared.
'What do you want?' Vernon demanded.
'To discuss with you the treatment of your nephew, Harry Potter.' Vernon paled of the little colour he had regained and said,
'It is none of your business how we treat the boy,' Vernon snarled. Dumbledore merely looked at him and Petunia, who was hiding behind her husband.
'We wish to speak to Harry. Could you please call him?' Dumbledore said calmly. He heard Petunia whimper from somewhere behind her husband, which made the two younger wizards snigger. Vernon hesitated then called,
'Boy! Get in here! Now!' the two young wizards looked at each other in shock. He didn't even use the child's name. They turned quickly as they heard the door open and a young boy stepped in. He had very untidy jet-black hair, bright emerald green eyes, and looked like he could swim in his large clothing.
'Yes, Uncle Vernon?' he asked timidly, sneaking a glance at the strangers.
'Hello, Harry. Please sit down we wish to talk with you for a moment. Vernon, Petunia, if you would please give us a moment?' Dumbledore said kindly. Vernon looked as if he wanted to argue, but thought better of it when the two young wizards pulled out a wand each. He quickly ushered his wife out of the room, and slammed the door shut. Harry quietly sat down on a big armchair across from the three strangers.
'Hello Harry. My name is Albus Dumbledore, this is Sirius Black,' he said gesturing to the man with the long black hair, 'and this is Remus Lupin,' Dumbledore concluded, pointing to the man with brown hair. Harry mumbled something incoherent, but Dumbledore disregarded this.
'Have you ever heard of us before, Harry?' Sirius asked. Harry shook his head, still not looking at them.
'We have come here, Harry, to ask you something,' Remus said gently. Harry still did not look up. Suddenly Dumbledore said,
'I have forgotten, I must be getting back to the school. There is an important meeting in ten minutes. I will see you gentlemen later, and with a wink he left the house.
'Harry,' Sirius began slowly after Dumbledore had left. When he saw Harry was not going to reply he continued, 'we were wondering, Harry, if you wanted to leave your aunt and uncle's house.' Harry looked up startled.
'What do you mean?' he asked, forgetting about his shyness for a moment, before looking down at his feet again.
'What we are asking, Harry,' Remus began, 'is whether you wanted to go and live somewhere else. Whether you wanted to leave your aunt and uncle's house. You would never have to come back.'
'Who are you?' Harry mumbled.
'We were friends of you mom and dad,' Sirius said quietly.
'You knew them?' Harry asked, amazed. Remus nodded sadly. Harry hesitated,
'Where would I go?'
'You would come and live with me. Your mom and dad made me your godfather which means if anything happened to them, I would take care of you,' Sirius answered. Harry appeared to be thinking very hard for a five year old. Finally he slowly looked up and quietly said,
'When can we go?' Sirius noted a hint of excitement in the boy's eyes.
'Is that a yes?' Remus asked, playfully. He watched as Harry slowly nodded, the tiniest of a smile on his face. 'Well, we can go now if you would like?' Harry nodded and Sirius chuckled. 'Well, lead us to your room. We'll help you pack.'
Harry stood up and slowly made his way to the stairs, but instead of going up the stairs, he stopped in front of a cupboard door.
'Harry, aren't we going to your room?' Sirius questioned. Harry nodded. Sirius and Remus watched with confused faces as Harry opened the cupboard door and crawled in and started rummaging around. Sirius stuck his head in and gasped.
The little cupboard had a small camp bed, a light bulb hanging from the ceiling, some toys on a small shelf, and clothes lying at the foot of the bed.
'Harry… is this your room?' Sirius asked slowly, hoping that he was wrong. He paled when he saw the five-year-old nod. Sirius backed out of the cupboard and whispered what he had learned to Remus. Remus let out a quiet growl when he heard. A few minutes later Harry crawled out of the cupboard with a bag of clothes and a few toys.
'Would you like to come with me please, Harry? Sirius is just going to have a quick word with your aunt and uncle,' Remus said, leading Harry to the sitting room
Sirius strode into the Dursley's kitchen, where a very frightened Vernon and Petunia Dursley were sitting.
'So,' Sirius started. Husband and wife just stared at him. 'You kept him in a cupboard?' he said in a deadly clam voice. Petunia whimpered.
'It is none of your concern how we treat the boy!' Vernon snarled.
'Actually you're wrong there. It is my concern of how you treat the boy!' Sirius said, his anger bubbling up. 'We are taking him away! He will live with me and will never have to come back here! You will never harm him again!' Vernon regained use of his tongue and said,
'How dare you criticize our parenting ways! We gave him a roof to live und-'
'How dare you call what you make him do, what you feed him, and where you make him sleep, parenting! You are horrible muggles!'
'You are not taking the boy! We are his guardians! And how dare you call us mugglies!' Vernon yelled. Sirius just laughed.
'You think you are his guardians? No. I am his godfather! Lily and James appointed me godfather when he was born!' Sirius shouted back, while pulling out his wand and pointing it at the two Dursleys. Vernon said so quietly,
'Take him. We do not want him here anymore. I do not want to have to constantly worry about the pest. Just leave and never come here again.' Sirius looked at him before grinning mischievously and saying,
'Why thank you Mr. and Mrs. Dursley! You are so generous. If only I could be as generous as that. But wait! I can!' and with a swish of his wand the kitchen turned from a peach to a bright pink. He quickly put up a shield in the kitchen doorway so he could not be harmed as he said,
'Don't worry, if you don't like it, although I don't know why you wouldn't, it will wear off in twenty-four hours.' He waved at the furious Dursleys, and walked back into the sitting room where there was a bit of tension with Remus on one couch and Harry on the other.
'Well, we best be off,' Sirius said, trying to break the tension filled room. Both Remus and Harry stood up.
'Harry,' Sirius began, 'do you trust me?' he watched as the little boy nodded after a slight hesitation.
'Ok, come here,' the boy hesitated then slowly walked to Sirius. Sirius went to pick Harry up, but the boy jumped back, frightened. Last time he was picked up like that he had been thrown into his cupboard.
'It's okay, Harry. I'm just going to pick you up. I'm not going to hurt you, alright?' Harry nodded, but Sirius still felt him tense when he picked him up.
'You might feel really strange for a minute, but it's nothing to worry about,' Remus cautioned. Once Harry nodded, the two wizards disapparated, with Harry almost cutting off Sirius' oxygen supply, by holding on so tight.
Once the Sirius and Harry appeared in the kitchen of an old looking house, Sirius looked down at Harry to see fear in his eyes.
'It's okay Harry, that's called apparation,' Sirius told the boy, 'its nothing to worry about. wizards do it all the time.' Harry looked up, confused, when Sirius said wizards.
'Wizards?' he asked quietly.
'Yes, Harry, wizards. I am a wizard, Remus is a wizard, Dumbledore is a wizard, you parents were wizards, and you are a wizard.' Harry blinked.
'Me? There's no such thing as wizards.'
'Yes you are a wizard, and yes there is such thing as wizards. When you turn eleven you will go to a wizard's school called "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." It's a really good school. Dumbledore is the headmaster there. I went to school there, Remus went there, and your parents went there.' Harry looked up in admiration. Sirius chuckled and said,
'Well, let's get you to bed. I'll show you your new room,' and he picked Harry up, who tensed again, and carried him to his room. He stopped outside of a bedroom that said "Harry James Potter" in red letters on a gold plaque.
'Well open the door and tell me what you think!' Sirius said, putting Harry down. He watched as Harry opened the door and gasped. The walls were red, the bed sheets were red with gold embroidery, and the carpet was gold. There was a big window with gold curtains, and a seat that jutted out of the house. The closet was big and spacious with lots of new clothes, and at the end of the bed was a trunk that read "Harry James Potter" in gold writing. The lid was up and there were lots of toys inside of it. There were two mahogany dressers, filled with more clothing. At the head of the bed there was a picture of the Gryffindor logo. There were various pictures of Sirius, James, Remus, Lily, and Harry as a baby, on the walls. Sirius chuckled as Harry took a few cautious steps towards the middle of the room.
'Is this my room?' Harry asked quietly, amazed.
'Of course it is,' Sirius answered. 'Now, since it is already nine o'clock, I suggest we get you to bed.' He walked to a dresser and pulled out a pair of blue pajamas.
'Do you need help getting changed?' Sirius asked. Harry nodded shyly.
'Well, come here then.' A few minutes later Harry was in his new bed.
'Oh yes, Harry, I have this for you.' He pulled a stuffed animal from under the bed. It was a deer with antlers.
'Your dad was able to turn into an animal, and this is what he turned into. We called him Prongs.' Harry took the animal from Sirius and lay down, hugging the stag to him tightly. A minute later, Harry was in a deep sleep. Sirius got up, turned the light off, and walked to the door. He turned around and whispered,
'Goodnight, Harry,' before he closed the door and went to bed himself.