And Yet They Come
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or related characters. I am merely borrowing them for my own enjoyment. No need to sue me, I have nothing you could possibly want. Nothing but my pride, and I bruise that all the time, so it's kinda like a squishy apple that no one wants. Weee! Sirius Lives!
A/N: Hiya! Another story for you lot! This one will be four chapters long. Harry is 6 in this and very smart for his age. But if you've read any of my stories you know I like to do that to him. Make him smarter than his age that is. Anyway, hope you like. And of course our sexy Sirius is in this one along with his equally attractive mate Remus. (Mate as in friend, British slang you know.) Sirius Lives!
A little boy of six was sitting all alone in the front garden of a well kept yard. He held his thin legs, which were concealed underneath an enormous pair of jeans, tight against his chest. His chin rested on top of them giving him the appearance of a strange sort of garden gnome. The boy was very small for his age, maybe reaching 3 feet if he was lucky, and he was very thin. What made him look even smaller than he was, were the large, old, wholly clothes he wore.
This boy had a load of unruly ebony hair that was beginning to get quite long, nearly reaching the base of his neck.(His hair doesn't look anything like Snape's! If you lot could see my sketch book I'd give you a picture!-Author) His large emerald eyes stared to the side at the ground. He looked so sad and lonely that if anyone cared to notice him, and they didn't, it would make one wonder what could make such a young boy look that way. This boys name is Harry Potter.
Harry sat on the front garden every morning he could get out before his relatives woke. His relatives consisted of a very large Uncle Vernon, the very thin Aunt Petunia, and his extremely fat cousin Dudley, and everyone of them hated him. They treated him as if he were nothing more than a damn nuisance. They would force him to do all the house work under the watchful eye of his aunt, and if one thing went wrong, he was sent to his cupboard with the promise of an empty stomach for the rest of the night. Uncle Vernon made him do the yard work as well, and wash his car every weekend, again if anything went wrong Harry's stomach paid for it.
Now, Harry was too use to going hungry to really mind the no dinner thing, besides he could always knick something when they forgot to lock his door at night. The thing that hurt most, that really hurt him the most, was their constant berating of him and his parents. When Harry was one year old his parents had died in a car crash leaving him with his horrible aunt and uncle. They would always tell him that his parents were worthless low-lives, and he was no better, just a nasty little boy that no one would ever want. Usually it was Vernon that added the last bit, it was Petunia that liked to rip on his parents. Yet the worst part was that Harry believed what Uncle Vernon said but not his Aunt. Harry knew his parents had been good people, not drunks, like Aunt Petunia was always saying.
Harry was just thinking of getting off the dewy grass when the roaring, mean voice of Uncle Vernon sounded from the front door.
"Boy! Get in here now!"
Harry got up slowly and made his way to the house. He hated his life and he hated it more when he had to be in the house. Once inside, Vernon sent him to his Aunt, who promptly gave him a list of chores to do.
"And if that isn't done by the time I get home boy..." Vernon growled. "I'll beat you to within an inch of your life." Harry back away slightly bowing his head to hide his face. "Good. Let me know if he gives you an ounce of trouble." He said kissing his wife.
"Don't worry dear, I can handle him. Besides it's Duddy-kins that has the most trouble with him. The boy is always in his way."
Harry was only in Dudley's way because Dudley was so fat he needed the whole hallway to get from one room to the next. This was quite amazing considering that Dudley was the same age as Harry and three times his size. After Vernon had left Petunia rounded on Harry.
"Well? What are you waiting for? Get to work!"
As Harry worked endlessly his cousin sat on the couch eating continuously. Harry was very tired by one o'clock but made no statement of such. He was also very hungry but he knew better than to say anything. He'd just get yelled at and given more work. Petunia would feed him when she thought it was necessary and she would tell him to stop when everything was perfect. Harry worked and worked, growing more tired as the day went on, but it never showed in his work, even if it was evident on his face. He was already very pale from spending most of his life in a small dark cupboard. Harry stopped to wipe sweat from his brow, just a ten second breather-
"MUM!"
Harry jumped at the noise and looked round to his cousin. Harry had stopped right in front of the TV. He was dead for sure, if one thing brassed Petunia off the most, it was someone messing with her son. Harry jumped out of the way instantly as Petunia entered the room.
"What is it my 'ittle Dudley-kins?"
"He stopped right in front of the TV on purpose!" He wailed. "I missed the end of the show!" Fake tears started to roll down his cheeks. Harry coward as Aunt Petunia advanced on him...
Two men sat before Albus Dumbledore, the greatest wizard of the age, and glared. The old man however just smiled, the twinkle in his eyes evident as the two men prepared themselves for the same spiel they gave Albus every year.
"He's mine Dumbledore! I'm his godfather. I should take him, he should be with me!" The tall man with long black hair said sounding slightly angry. (Whoo he's hot!)
"Sirius is right. He doesn't belong with those Muggles. He belongs with us. With his family."
"You are not his family." Dumbledore said gently as to not hurt their feelings.
"We are too!" Sirius snapped. "Remus is right!"
"I have told the both of you before, you are not his blood reletives, you can not protect him."
"What can the Muggles do against Death Eaters?" Sirius wiled. "What can they do against Voldemort!"
"Sirius I have told you, as long as he lives their, they will not find him.
"I don't believe you." Sirius growled.
"Voldemort isn't going to be tricked by a few spells Dumbledore." The sandy haired man said quietly. "He got Lily and James, what's to stop him from taking their son's life?"
"Many more things have been placed around Harry other than a few spells. Things that have more power than Voldemort, and as Voldemort is currently powerless and hiding, he is no nearer to getting Harry than you two."
"Dumbledore-" Sirius whined sounding much more like a child than the 29 year old man he was. "All it took was one man to get Lily and James. One rat, that's it."
"The only man holding the Fidilus Charm here is me. And I assure you I would never tell Voldemort where Harry is." He smiled slightly.
Both men remained seated, staring at Dumbledore as though he had lost it, Dumbledore merely continued to smile.
"Do you have anything else you'd like to demand?"
"I want my Godson!" Sirius snapped.
"We go through this every year Sirius. Harry is only safe where he is." Dumbledore sighed. "I am sorry." Sirius and Remus got to their feet.
"We are not dropping this." Sirius declared before disappearing into the green fire.
"Bye Dumbledore." Remus nodded his head and followed Sirius. Dumbledore smiled slightly and got to his feet. Harry would be much happier with Sirius and Remus, he knew that better than anyone, he had watched Harry since the night his parents had been murdered. He knew the boy was miserable, knew he was mistreated, but his life was not in danger there. He would not need to die the way his parents had. He was protecting the boy the best way he knew. It was regrettable that he had to live with Muggles, especially those Muggles, but it was the only way to keep him alive. What could he do to make those two understand? No one intending to do Harry harm would ever find him as long as he remained where he was. Harry would live to see Hogwarts, he was making sure of that. (Kinda backfired in book 5 though. Damn you Dumbledore if you would have just told him what was going on, we'd still have our Sirius! -Author)
Sighing he moved into his room, behind his desk, and closed the door. He knew he had work to do, but now that his mind dwelled on Harry once more, he knew it would never get done.
Remus was sitting on the couch watching as Sirius ran about the house. He was a mad man and Remus was very glad it wasn't his house the dog man was tearing apart. He'd hate to have to clean this mess.
"What are you doing?"
"Looking." Sirius growled. Remus sighed and got up.
"Do you want a cup of tea?
"No." Sirius's muffled voice sounded from under the sofa.
"Fine. I'll be in the kitchen then." And he disappeared into the large kitchen of the Black Manor. He had no sooner sat down with his tea when Sirius came busting in. He threw a large book on the table making Remus's tea spill over. Remus was watching his tea as it dripped onto the stone tiled floor looking quite annoyed.
"What's that?" He asked.
"Phone book." Sirius said. "I knew I had the blasted thing.
"Why? You're a wizard. You don't have a phone, you have a fireplace. And speaking of being a wizard, why didn't you just use a summoning charm to find it, instead of tearing your living room apart?" Sirius blinked for a minute then smiled widely.
"Where's the fun in that?" He bent over and opened it. "Now look, I have a plan, we're going to see Harry ourselves."
"What!" Remus said jerking his head up from watching the progress of his spilled tea.
"Where going to see Harry. Dumbledore has it so no one but Muggles can find him right? Remember Lily's horrid sister Petunia?"
"Yes..." Remus said slowly.
"Well she's got him! We just look her up in here and go see him! Where's the harm in that?"
"Well aside from disobeying Dumbledore, and the fact that Harry has no idea who we are, or the fact that two wizards are going to be entering a Muggle home-"
"Come on Remmy!" We won't go near the Muggles. I promise. We'll just observe. If I'm satisfied he's alright, we'll leave."
"Don't call me that Sirius." Remus said gently while getting more tea. "And no, we are not disobeying Dumbledore. There are reasons to his ways Sirius. We could put Harry in danger."
"It's not possible Remus! Think about it! What could a Muggle do against a wizard? And if all I have to do his look her damn name up in the phone book to get around Dumbledore, how likely is it that a dark wizard could do the same? We'll just see him, that's all."
"This is not a good idea." Remus sighed as Sirius cheered. "Definitely not a good idea."
Chapter 2: Harry meets Sirius and Remus! What will happen when he's told the truth?
