Chapter 1 - Coming Home
Harry was finally going to live with Sirius. It had been difficult and time taking, but with the help of Dumbledore, and the rest of the Hogwarts staff (obviously excluding Snape) they gotten his name cleared before Harry's 5th year at Hogwarts! Harry packed his belongings into a small suitcase which the Dursleys had reluctantly agreed for him to use. He knew the only reason that had been acting so twitchy and Uncle Vernon had ceased his usual yelling was because they had heard that Sirius Black, Harry's "criminal" godfather was coming to pick Harry up.
Harry had heard Vernon and Petunia talking, "Obviously, the crook bloodline runs in the family." And he gave a snort.
But Harry was too happy and joyous to even worry about Uncle Vernon's constant insults behind his back. He packed up his all his robes, his books, the broom polishing kit which Hermione had given him for his birthday, his homework and the rest of his stuff. His broom was lain gently across his right shoulder, and his wand in his pocket. As he walked down the stairs, the loud talking was hurriedly silenced. Dudley's so called diet had not had an effect on him one bit. Though he was eating less, he moved around much less and complained of lack of nutrition. Whenever Harry saw Dudley's five chins wobbling uncontrollably under his face, he had to do everything to suppress his laughter. Harry had to control that laughter now as he saw Dudley walked valiantly down the stairs like some kind of wounded and proud veteran.
Uncle Vernon looked at his son and a smile spread across his shrewd cold face. "My son! Dudley! Come here boy." He patted at a seat next to him on the couch.
Harry ignored the clumsy boy as Dudley whooshed past him and didn't give single glance when Harry's broom went crashing to the ground. Harry gasped. He rushed down to his broom and searched it all over for scratches, splinters etc, kind of like how Uncle Vernon inspected the seat of his car every time Harry had sat on it. He rubbed a smudge off the handle of his Firebolt 3000 with his index finger and picked it up gently. He threw it over his shoulder again and came into the living room. He took a seat on a chair, as far away from the Dursleys as possible.
It was 7:00. Sirius Black should be here any minute. Harry thought. He sat patiently on his chair. This had happened once before, Ron's family had come to pick him up for the Quidditch World Cup, and they had tried to travel by Floo Powder. Harry hoped Sirius hadn't intended to do the same. It was 7:10. 7:15, 7:30. Uncle Vernon twiddled his thumbs nervously. "Where do you suppose your godfather is, Harry?" He spat.
Harry cleared his throat. "He should be on his way here now…." His voice trailed off as he heard a large thud.
Harry gulped. Uh oh. Harry realized now. Of course! Sirius Black was riding Buckbeak. Harry smiled innocently at the Dursleys and stood up. "Well, I suppose that's my ride." He tried not to sound amused. "Your ride Harry?" Vernon stood up and glared viciously at Harry. Aunt Petunia looked indifferent and Dudley's face was smug with spite. "Um, yeah." Harry squeaked. "I think that thump, was my ride."
At that very moment, the large Hippogriff came sailing straight through the door. Harry could almost feel Aunt Petunia wince at every crack of the splinters as they came bounding through. Harry ran up to the pile of wood and nails. He dug ferociously in search of his godfather. He found Sirius stuck at the bottom of the pile, laughing and stern at the same time. Buckbeak was quiet alright, he had gotten out of the mess soon enough and was standing obediently at the corner, grooming his feathers for wooden chips.
"Damn it!" Uncle Vernon shouted. That door had been fixed just a month ago, Harry's Firebolt 3000 had gotten out of control when Dudley had tried to use it to sweep the floor.
Sirius stood up. All of the Muggle family backed away quickly as if upon reflex. His hair had been combed, well, as well as it could be. He robes were less soiled, but still remained slightly dirty and ragged. Dudley, by instinct, grabbed his enormous back end and squealed shrilly. No doubt he still remembered the first year Hagrid had tried to put a spell on him. Dudley had on hand over his behind and another one on his tongue. The Tongue-Ton Toffees had a huge effect on him also.
To the Dursley's surprise, he held out his hand in a most cordial manner. None of them even walked up to shake it. Sirius backed away, confused. Harry replied, "They're not exactly wizard fans, they're muggles." Sirius took Harry's hand and led him away. "Do you have all of your stuff?" Harry nodded quietly. They placed the large suitcase on Buckbeak and then mounted the large hippogriff's back. To the Dursley's utter grief, the large animal went crashing out a window. When Harry heard the glass shatter behind him, he broke out into a loud laughter. Sirius joined in heartily. Together they soared into the starry night…
Author's Note: OK, it's a short chapter. But it's my first fanfic, I'll try to make it up later.