Straighten Me Out
By: Snowborder8807
Harry put his hand on the door handle. He didn't know whether or not to open it. He could hear screams on the other side. Someone was calling for him but he couldn't get the door open even if he wanted to. It was locked. Keeping whatever was on the other side from him.
"Help me!" came the voice on the other side.
"I can't! It's locked!" Harry shouted through the door. He put his hands in h is pockets and couldn't feel his wand. How dumb was he not to have his wand with him? Stupid Dursley and their rules. They had no right to keep his wand from him. He wished he had more power. But he didn't.
"Help me! Please! I have to get to Harry!" came the voice. Harry backed away, wondering who this person was and how they kept saying his name. Harry had thought they were yelling for him but he obviously was wrong.
"Who are you? I'm Harry!" Harry shouted.
The person on the other side of the door didn't hear him. He was talking to someone else now. The other person or thing wasn't saying anything and that gave Harry the chills and he secretly had a bad hunch who it was.
A big pound on the door made Harry fall back in surprise. The door handle began to turn before the door opened and a blast of white light came from where the door had just been. Blinding Harry. He shaded his view and stopped breathing as he saw Voldemort standing there with his wand outstretched in his new weird form he had achieved for himself the past year.
"Now I got your father back to have some fun with. Two Potters! Hope you aren't afffraid baby Potter..." Voldemort hissed, raising his wand, "Crucio!" he shouted.
"AW!" Harry screamed into the dark night. He fumbled in his bed, knocking the lamp off his stand as he made a grab for his glasses. Breathing deeply Harry realized he was only in his room at the Durlsey's house. No Voldemort in sight. It was just another dream... Or was it? Harry had actually felt pain. No, no, he hadn't he just thought he had. Besides it was only a dream because Voldemort had said his father was back and there was no way that could be true. That made Harry sigh in relief.
Harry lay awake for the next hour wondering if he went back to sleep would he dream again. He also was curious to what Sirius was doing. He wished deeply that wizards used phones because then he would be able to call him and talk. Maybe if he sent a urgent message with Hedwig...
At that thought Harry jumped out of bed and went over to his desk. Sitting down he flipped on the lamp. Taking out a piece of parchment and a quill he wrote Sirius's name on the top and began pondering on how he was going to say what he was thinking without sounding dumb.
Hi, Sirius. I don't know exactly what to say. Actually I do, but I don't know how to say it. I had a dream. But I know it was just a dream. Nothing real. I'm 100 positive the dream couldn't of been real. Because.. You know why? Voldemort was in it of course, but he said my dad was alive again. That's impossible. So why am I bothering to even tell you. But I wanted to tell someone. I wish I didn't have to be at the dang Dursley's anymore. I hate it here. Dudley is not only getting older but his comebacks and jokes are just as old as he is. So, how's Remus doing? I'd die to be with you and him. I hate it here. I already said that, but I do. I can't sleep. I think I may go for a walk. Nobody is out now and I won't go far. I just have to clear my head. I hope to talk to you soon.
Harry
Harry folded the letter up and tied it to Hedwig's leg.
"Take that to Sirius, girl . Find him quick. I know you can." Harry said, letting the snowy white owl from her cage and out the window after she gave him a hoot and a friendly nip to the finger.
Harry watched her fly away into the cool night before slipping into his clothes and a light jacket he had.
The Dursley house was quiet and dark. You could hear yourself breathe. Harry made sure not to make a peep because if he did his uncle would wake and catch him. He wasn't aloud out of his room when everyone was asleep unless to use the bathroom and he was lucky he got to come out for that otherwise his door would of been locked from the outside. But luckily Harry had Sirius to protect him somewhat from his own relatives.
The air was cool for a summer night. Harry stuffed his hands in his pockets and walked along. Nobody was in sight and the neighborhood was a tad spooky. By the time Harry got to the end of his road the hair on the back of his neck rose when he began to feel like he was being watched. He looked all around him and saw nobody. Figuring he was just paranoid he kept going towards the park, where he sat on the bench and shivered. Man, was it cold out. That struck Harry as odd because it was the summer holidays.
He sat there for a long time, staring across the road at a spot in the bushes. This branch stuck out wrong, catching his attention because all the branches were always in perfect order around there.
Suddenly, without warning, a pair of hands fell onto Harry's shoulders. Making him jump a mile when he turned to see it was only Sirius.
"What do you think you are doing out here Harry!" Sirius shouted, he seemed out of breath as if he had been running around.
"I was just- did you get my letter?" Harry asked, standing up and going around the bench to stand in front of Sirius.
Sirius didn't answer. He kept looking around them as thought expecting someone to pop out and start throwing curses at them until he, Sirius, was dead and Harry was open to kidnap.
"Shh! Don't say anything. I have to get you back," Sirius said, as he made something appear in front of them on the grass.
"We'll both touch it at the same time, Harry," Sirius said.
Harry backed away though. Knowing exactly what that was and wasn't going to touch it for nothing.
"Harry, come on! We have to get out of here!" Sirius shouted.
Harry shook his head, "No, I'm not touching that thing," he said firmly.
Sirius took a step back and looked at him, then the portkey. "Harry I swear I know where it's going to take us,"
Harry continued to shake his head, "They thought that before, too," his body was beginning to shake when he thought about what happened before. Cedric's life was taken because Harry let him take the portkey with him when Harry should of taken it by himself. He should of known something was up in the first place and something had to of been a trick. The maze was just too easy for him.
"Harry I promise, please. We have to get out of here," Sirius said, looking into the shadows of Harry's face for at least a minute. Then he held out his hand. Sirius was surprised when Harry took it and walked a little closer.
Sirius bent down and Harry did as well. "Okay, on the count of three. One... Two... three!"
It all happened so fast before Harry felt himself fall onto a something very hard and his head hitting against something sharp but as hard as a rock.
"Harry!" he heard Sirius yell. He tried to open his eyes but his glasses were knocked off and blood was pouring down the side of his head and down his neck.
"Are you okay, Harry?" that time it was Remus asking.
"Do you know how to fix wounds?" Sirius asked him. Remus nodded slightly. He knew enough to help himself when he needed it.
Harry felt nauseous as Sirius and Remus helped him up and got him to sit at a table. The chair was tall enough for him to lean his head back. His whole head felt like it had burst right open and he wished it would just go away.
"Look at me Harry. Open your eyes," Sirius said, "I'm sorry you had to appear like that. Remus will fix it,"
Harry could feel Sirius hold his head still while Remus cleaned the open gash the muggle way. It was hard for him because of his hair in the way. But he got it clean and then closed it with his wand. Harry could still feel the bump where the bruise was forming but Remus couldn't do anything for it. He merely got some ice and had Sirius hold it to the side of his head.
"Why'd you bring me here?" Harry asked.
"Well. I got your letter and I figured it was the best thing. Besides, I brought it up to Dumbledore for the 10 millionth time and finally got his approval. I don't know why he changed his mind so suddenly though, he hasn't said anything has changed. Has it Remus? Has anything happened?" Sirius asked, looking over at Remus, who was sitting on the couch reading.
"Oh, no. Nothing at all. You know I would tell you if something had," Remus said, not even looking over at Sirius and Harry.
Sirius narrowed his eyes and Harry could tell he didn't believe him.
"Harry I think you should go to bed. It's the middle of the night," Remus said.
Now Harry and Sirius knew Remus knew something they didn't. But Harry had the feeling he wasn't supposed to know.
"I don't want to go to bed," Harry said, looking up at Sirius.
"You can tell me when he's here, can't you Remus?" Sirius asked, understanding Harry's feelings towards going back to bed.
"Who said I needed to tell you something? But I do, and it's important... I wish you could stay Harry but Dumbledore doesn't want you to hear any of it. I can't do anything about it. Sorry Harry,"Remus said, "but the sooner you go up to bed the better,"
Harry looked at Sirius. Taking a deep sigh Sirius looked down to Harry, " You should go to bed. I'll come up to you shortly," he said.
"No! Why can't I stay down here? Who cares what-" Harry started but stopped himself, getting up and knocking into Sirius, he went over to the stairs.
"Aren't you going to tell me where to go?" Harry asked.
"Harry don't be like that. I personally want you to stay and hear what is going on, but Dumbledore thinks it best if we wait. You know Dumbledore. You respect him, you know you do," Sirius said, coming over to Harry.
"Fine. Just take me up to bed so I can go off into another nightmare!" Harry's face flushed when he said this and his eyes fell to the floor in embarrassment.
Sirius didn't say anything. The room was quiet for a minute until a 'pop' was heard over by Remus. Sirius and Harry both looked to see Dumbledore standing there, with a grin across his face.
"Come on, Harry," Sirius said, putting his hand on Harry's shoulder and stirring him up the stairs and into a bedroom way, way down the hall.
"This is my room. You don't have to go to sleep. Just stay here. I'll be back up to talk to you in a minute or so," Sirius said, trying to put a smile on for Harry but Harry refused to look at him as he held the ice to his head and laid on the bed.
He heard Sirius sigh before leaving, shutting the door behind him.
Downstairs
"What do you mean? How could he be?" Sirius shouted at Dumbledore, who was sitting across the table from him.
"We aren't really sure about that one. James thinks it was Voldemort who did it. Never really killing him forever. But I am not familiar with any spell that could do that," Dumbledore said, putting his thumb and pointer finger to his face and playing with the beginning of his beard.
"Me neither. So, what if it's not and he goes and suddenly disappears just like how he suddenly appeared?" Remus asked.
"We can't do that to Harry. Then how do you know if it even is James but not some fraud?"Sirius asked.
"Tests. We had him tested. The things he knew," Dumbledore began.
"Peter could of told anyone anything he knew of James," Remus put in.
"Yeah, that's true. What about that?" Sirius asked.
"You didn't let me finish," Dumbledore said, the twinkle shown in his eye, " We did truth potions and took a sample of blood from him and Poppy concluded it was indeed James Potter,"
"He's really back?" Sirius asked, not truly believing such a thing was possible.
"Yes, indeed he is Sirius. Which means you can be freed of living in hiding," Dumbledore said.
Remus was smiling, his hands over the sides of his face, "Who's going to tell Harry?"
"I will of course, right?" Sirius asked Professor Dumbledore.
The Professor nodded, "He's best here it from you,"
Sirius didn't look 100 sure that this was all true. But by looking at the two people in front of him, he knew it must be. Specially if Dumbledore was telling him.
"Not tonight. Harry isn't in any state to hear any news like this," Sirius said.
"You're right, it's not. James wants to see him badly. Thinks he owes Harry an apology. You as well, Sirius," Dumbledore said.
"Wait, wait-" Sirius said, pulling a piece of parchment from his pocket and laying it out across the table, " This is my letter from Harry. He sent it to me earlier. That's how I knew to go find him. But he said in the letter he had a dream. A nightmare kind of. That Voldemort knew James was alive- well, he was telling Harry that James was alive," Sirius said.
Dumbledore had a puzzled look on his face, but yet he seemed to know exactly what Sirius was talking about.
"Sirius I advise you to remain calm. Looking at the situation I know Voldemort had something to do with James return. I just have to do a bit more research on the topic before making any conclusions. Meanwhile we shall tell Harry to ignore it. Only if he brings it up to you again," Dumbledore said, his face very emotionless now.
"When is Harry going to meet James?" Sirius asked.
"You know Harry. We don't have to tell him. Somehow he will find out on his own," The Professor said.
"What if he doesn't?" Remus asked.
"If he doesn't then we will tell him," Dumbledore said.
There was a pause in the room, "When do I get to see him?" Sirius asked.
"Right now if you want. We have him safe in a room at Hogwarts. He's laying down. I suppose he is in shock," Dumbledore said, standing up.
"What about Harry? We can't leave him here alone. You know he isn't asleep up there," Sirius said, sort of growing anxious.
Remus must of realized how Sirius felt, "Just go Sirius. I'll stay here with Harry,"
"No. That's not fair," Sirius said, putting his hand over his forehead and turning from the other two men.
"You know you need to go," Remus said, coming closer to Sirius.
Sirius turned and looked Remus in the eye, "I just can't believe it's true. What's going to happen? How did he just come back from the dead?"
"We don't know the answer to that. But he's back. So-" Remus started.
"I can't stand how you are so freaking calm! It's like no big deal to you! Like this kind of thing happens every day!" Sirius shouted.
"Just go find out for yourself. Talk to him and enjoy the fact that a miracle has happened and we get out friend back and Harry gets a father," Remus said.
"He had me," Sirius said.
"Yes, but he didn't have his father," Remus said.
Sirius looked down again and then up the stairs to where Harry was, then back over to Dumbledore.
"Can I go talk to him before we go?" Sirius asked.
Professor Dumbledore nodded and Sirius started up the stairs and down the hall. Knocking lightly before he entered he saw Harry laying on his side on the bed. His shoes still on even. Sirius walked around to the side Harry was facing. Harry's eyes were open. He was looking strait ahead until Sirius came into view.
"Hey, Harry. Sorry if you were on the verge of sleeping or something," Sirius said, sitting down on the bed in front of Harry's knees.
"What are you guys talking about down there?" Harry asked, almost like he knew Sirius wasn't going to tell him but he thought to ask anyway.
Sirius bit his lip and looked away. How could he lie to him? That in moments he was going to see his father- or make sure it's his father- and not tell him?
"I can't tell you that, Harry. I'm sorry. You'll find out soon though," Sirius said.
"So, what exactly did you come in here for?" Harry almost sneered.
"Make sure everything was okay. And tell you I have to step out for a minute, but Remus will be down stairs so everything will be okay,"
"Where are you going?" Harry asked, sitting up so fast his head felt light for a second.
"Don't worry. I'll be back in a little bit," Sirius said, getting up and setting his hand on Harry's head.
Harry just kind of starred at him. Sirius didn't want to leave him but he couldn't stand being there another second without telling Harry something he shouldn't.
"Try to sleep. Take off your shoes. I'll see you in a little bit." Sirius said, attempting to take off one of Harry's shoes.