AN- Ok this is my third fanfic on fanfiction.net and my fifth ever. Before
we begin I would like to tell you a couple of things. 1. This is a Harry/OC
and H/R story..please no comments on not liking the couples because to be
honest I don't care also 2. I am completely ignoring the fifth book because
I got this idea LONG before then and I am going to use it anyway and 3.
READ AND REVIEW!!!!
Gwydion Conservatory of Magical Arts
Chapter 1: Of Dangerous and Rebellious Situations
Dear Mr. Potter,
We of Gwydion's Conservatory of Magical Arts are pleased to invite you to study
at our academy. Because you are of the correct linage and have preformed great tasks
throughout the years, you have been deemed fit to learn at our school, as one of the eight
selected in this year. On August 28, at exactly three-oh-five PM this letter will turn into a
portkey that will transport you to our school. Please have your belongings ready for pick
up. We hope to see you soon.
Yours truly,
Staff of Gwydion's Conservatory of Magical Arts
The only thought that had time to run through the boy-who-lived's head was 'huh?'
Before the befuddled boy could think anything else a booming voice called up the stairs,
"BOY!!!"
Harry winced. 'I'm in it for sure this time,' he thought completely forgetting the strange
letter. As quickly as he could he went out the large metal door to his room that was only
left open during the hot summer days. At night his aunt and uncle locked him inside the
tiny room, worried that he would sneak out in the night. Having completed his many
chores for the day, knowing that the call was not for something as routine as dinner, the
raven haired by trudged down the stairs expecting the worse.
When he reached the landing the look on his uncle's face told him that whatever he did
(or didn't do) was going to cause him great pain. It was only this summer that Vernon
had taken to beating his only nephew. Before Harry had attended Hogwarts beatings
were rare but they happened nonetheless. But this summer the slightest thing made his
beefy Uncle mad. Of course he was never hit on the face or anywhere else that might be
visible by the neighbors. No, Vernon had a reputation to keep. But it had been a long
time since the unfortunate fourteen (soon to be fifteen) year-old boy had seen his uncle
this angry. It only took Harry a couple of seconds to realize that there was another man
in the room. The man looked strangely familiar to Harry but he couldn't place him. In
his ear Vernon hissed, "This man says that you stole his wallet when you were out getting
your aunt's groceries." Harry looked very surprised. He didn't think that he had ever
seen this man before much less taken anything of his. "Well boy what do you have to say
for your self?"
Harry shrugged and looked down. "I've never seen this man before," he said in a small
voice that he knew his uncle wouldn't believe. Vernon grabbed hold of a chunk of
Harry's hair to make him look him in the face. "Don't lie to me boy."
"I didn't take his wallet," Harry said in a voice with even less confidence. Yes, this one
was going to hurt. His uncle glared and Harry shrunk down. "Go. To. Your. Room.
Now. We will talk about this later boy." The raven-haired boy ran upstairs so quickly
you would have thought he flew. He heard his uncle and the strange man talking about
something, a closing door, and then heavy footsteps up the stairs. 'Oh no,' he thought
looking for anywhere to hide in his small bedroom. He crawled under the bed knowing it
wouldn't help much. But it was not his uncle who came into the room.
The man that had accused Harry of stealing his wallet was in his room! Not knowing
who this man was or what he wanted, the-boy-who-lived shrunk back further underneath
his bed.
"Harry?" The strange man asked looking everywhere. Suddenly he saw two bright green
eyes shining under the bed. He got down on his knees so that he could talk to the
frightened teenager. Harry curled up into a ball.
"Harry its me, Sirius." The boy suddenly looked up. In a hoarse voice he asked,
"Sirius?"
The older man nodded. "I came to get you kid, the stolen wallet was just a way to get
your uncle to let me into the house. You can come out now, I promise I wont hurt you."
Sirius didn't know why Harry was hiding under the bed, but he knew better than to ask.
Maybe the boy had thought he was a deatheater or something. Very slowly Harry began
to crawl out from underneath the bed. "Sirius!" He called out and launched himself at his
godfather, giving him a big hug. But as quickly as he became happy he became upset.
"Sirius what are you doing here? You could be caught! Change back into a dog now!
Did Uncle Vernon recognize you? You might want to erase his memory just in case."
"Harry," Sirius stated calmly.
"What were you thinking? The ministry could be here at any moment."
"Harry!" His godfather said again, and Harry once again ignored him.
"Do you want to go back to Azkaban? Do you want to get."
"HARRY JAMES POTTER!" The raven haired boy looked up at once with surprise, falling silent.
"Good now that you have been so kind to shut your mouth.I can tell you my news.
Dumbledore got me a trial with Vertisium, Harry I was found innocent!"
Harry gaped at his godfather in a disbelieving way. He was going to be able to leave the
Dursleys! Then suddenly Harry remembered his relatives and was tempted to go back
underneath the bed again. So in a small voice that Sirius had heard him use downstairs
he said, "W-what about my uncle?" Sirius laughed.
"I told him that I knew a first rate place for thieves like you. Where the punishments
were plenty and stay was free! He seemed very eager about that idea.so you'll have to
act like you don't want to go with me until we get out of the door."
Harry nodded. "But what about my stuff? Its all."
"Locked in the cupboard under the stairs. Don't worry I already sent the stuff ahead
without you uncle noticing. So come along then." For the first time that summer Harry
grinned.
The pair left the Dursley house as quickly as they could. Outside Sirius handed
Harry a piece of a rope to hold onto. "This is a port-key to our new house and it will go
off in five.four..three.two.one." With a familiar sensation in his stomach, Harry
landed in the yard of a large two story brick house with a large yard. Sirius looked very
uncertain about the look on Harry's face. ".Do you like it?" Words couldn't seem to
express how Harry felt about the house. So he just stood there staring. Still unsure about
what his godson was thinking, a now incredibly nervous Sirius Black said, "If you don't
like it we could always look for a new one but I thought."
Harry turned to face his godfather, alarmed. "NO! I love it, can we go inside now?" His
godfather beamed down at him. "Of course, your stuff is already in your room I had
Umi* un pack for you."
"Umi?"
"The house-elf that came with the house. She's very helpful so if you ever need anything
just ask her and she'll do it for you. Now let me show you to your room."
The two entered the house and Harry was very surprised. The entire front hall was
covered in wizard pictures smiling and waving at him from their frames. They seemed
mostly to be of his parents, Sirius, Remus, and Peter when they were younger. With
much a amusement the teenager realized that in some of the more adult pictures were cut
out in a place where he was sure a certain rat had been.
"Right this way, " Sirius said cheerfully. They went up a flight of stairs to the second
door on the right. Harry gasped at what he say when he entered the room.
His room was completely red and gold and there were also pictures all over the
walls here. But instead of being pictures of his parents and their friends they were all of
Harry and his. Most of them were taken during or after his 2nd year (Colin must have
taken them) but a select few were also from his first year.
"Do you like it?" His godfather asked, still nervous.
Harry nodded numbly. There was an awkward silence. ".Well it is getting late kid,
maybe you should get some sleep. I will see you in the morning. If you need anything
there is a bell by your bed and Umi will come right away. Good night."
Nodding again Harry said, "Goodnight."
He got into his bed and fell asleep rather quickly. The teenager didn't hear when his
godfather muttered, "I love you," before turning out the light and closing the door in the
bedroom.
The next morning Harry awoke much later then usual and it took him a second to
realize where he was. As soon as he did a bright smile appeared on his face. He leaped
out of bed ready for his first day with living with Sirius! Realizing that that he was still
wearing the clothes from the day before, Harry went over to his dresser and looked for a
decent pair of jeans and a t-shirt. It seemed that Sirius has already gone through and
bought his godson a whole new wardrobe. The excited boy didn't even hear when
someone gently knocked on his door and entered. Harry did however, hear his
godfather's gasp when the startled man saw the cuts and bruises on his godson's back.
The surprised boy turned around slowly with much regret when he heard the older man
gasp for a second time at the latter's torso.
"Harry," he said in a would-be-calm-voice, "who did that to you?"
Mind racing, not knowing what to say, Harry went with the excuse that his uncle has
always told him to tell people who might see his wounds. "I fell down the stairs."
Sirius glared at his godson. "You. Did. Not. Fall. Down. The. Bloody. Stairs. Tell me
who did this to you."
Shaking a lot, Harry said in a small voice, "My uncle," before falling back in a faint.
To say the very least, Sirius panicked. He had not anticipated problems like this
to come up so quickly. Anyone who took in The-Boy-Who-Lived expected some
problems but just not this soon! Not sure that he should even move the boy, Sirius ran
downstairs to call the only person who he thought could help. Remus. In no time
Remus' tired head appeared in the fireplace.
"Already cant handle a teenager Padfoot?" But then seeing the look of worry on his
friend's face the werewolf asked, "Sirius what's the matter?"
"Harrysunclehurthimandwhenheiaskedhimabouthisingureiesheliedandthenfaintened when
hetoldmeitwashisuncle!"
We will never know how in the world Remus managed to understand the situation but he
did and then apperated straight over to the house.
Remus ran up the stairs to where Sirius was all ready in his godson's room looking at the
boy on the floor having no clue what to do. When his friend entered the room, Sirius ran
over to him.
"Remus! I don't know what's wrong! He just fainted after he told me that his uncle had
done this to him and I panicked and called you! What should we do Moony? He just got
here and I have already messed things up!"
Remus shushed his friend. "I'm going to levitate him onto the bed to make sure that we
don't cause him any more injuries. I want you to go downstairs and contact Dumbledore
and tell him to bring Pomfrey with him. Then contact the proper authorities so that we
can get Vernon Dursley into custody as soon as possible."
As quickly as he could, the worried godfather did exactly as he was told. Dumbledore
and the school nurse were there quickly, and the authorities came several minuets later
saw Harry's back and the memory of what the injured boy telling his godfather that it had
been his Uncle who conflicted these injuries and immediately sent someone to arrest his
uncle. In the wizard world child abuse was a serious offence and once there was any
evidence against the accused person, that person was sent to prison right away. In this
case it was a wizard prison for muggles. Meanwhile the school matron had managed to
heal all of her patient's physical damages. Dumbledore, who had been in the sitting room
trying to get the story out of Sirius had come up and asked, "What were the damages?"
The matron shook her head in discuss. "He had three broken ribs, four broken fingers, as
well as bruises and blood covering most of his body! He'll be just fine on the
outside.but Albus I don't know what he will be like mentally after this. Healing these
wounds put a lot of magic into his body and he should be asleep for at least a week if not
two!"
~A Week Later~
Sirius sat beside Harry's bed looking at his godson with much sorrow in his eyes.
Actually, it wasn't an uncommon scene at all, for the last week that is about all Sirius
had done. The only time he had left the room was when Madame Pomphrey had kicked
him out for an hour to heal Harry in peace. Remus often brought his best friend food, but
it was rare that the worried godfather ever ate anything. He just sat there day in and day
out as the school nurse came for a few occasional check ups and various friends visited
the sleeping boy. Sirius was beginning to lose hope for his godson until one day when
the older man was staring absent mindedly out the window, he heard a soft groan from
the boy. Looking at him with amazement, Harry had Sirius' full attention. Very slowly
as though there were made of lead, brilliant green eyes began to open. When they were
fully open the boy croaked, "Glasses?"
Sirius quickly made a grab for his godson's glasses and gently placed them on the boy's
face.
Harry watched as his godfather's face slowly came into focus. It was only a matter of
seconds before he could remember what had happened a week ago.
"Sirius! You can't tell anyone! He said that. You just cant! Please Sirius, don't tell
anyone!" Harry was trying to reach for Sirius while still under the tight blankets the
matron had pulled around him. In a gentle voice Sirius said, "Shh, Harry your just fine.
"Your uncle has been taken care of. He has already been taken to Claustrum, a wizard
prison for muggles. He wont hurt you any more. Go back to sleep, you need some more
rest." Nodding obediently Harry put his head back and fell into a light sleep.
Sirius practically danced into the hallway and was about to go down the stairs
when he ran into Remus carrying yet another tray of food for his friend to eat. Glancing
down at the food Sirius immediately began to stuff a roll into his mouth, and yet still with
a grin on his face. Remus raised an eyebrow at his friend.
"Padfoot? Are you all right?" Sirius nodded.
"Are you going to tell me why you are suddenly perfectly fine after you spent a week
moping around?"
"Harry woke up!" Remus dropped the tray on the floor with surprise. Umi appeared out
of nowhere and cleaned up the mess and went away again.
Within the next week the overbearing Madame Pomfrey kept the restless Harry in bed.
She even had to go so far to charm the sheets not to let the boy leave. Sirius couldn't be
more thrilled that his godson was awake and trying to escape the matron's care.
Soon everything finally began to come back together, Harry was completely better
physically (no one would ever know if he would recover mentally) and he was with his
favorite adult in the world, Sirius! The two had a blast with each other the three days
after Harry was allowed to get out of bed. Sirius would tell Harry about the adventures
he and his friends had in school and Harry, in turn, would tell his godfather about some
of the crazy things he, Ron, and Hermione had done through out the years. But all good
things have to come to an end. Harry and Sirius were eating one night, laughing after
Harry told him about Ron and his mini model of Krum when Sirius brought up something
that could not be avoided forever.
In a gentle voice Sirius asked, "Harry would you like to talk about what happened during
the third task?
"No."
"I really think that we should."
"May I be excused?"
"Harry, this is important to discuss. I need to know where you stand on this so I can help
you with it."
Harry clanked down his silverware. Knowing that Sirius was not going to let him leave the table until Harry talked about this, he tried a different tactic.
"Ron and Hermione invited me to go to Diagon Ally with them tomorrow, may I go?"
"No."
Shocked, the teenager looked at his godfather with surprise and remorse.
"No?" Sirius had never told his godson no, and Harry didn't quite know what to think.
"No. Its too dangerous. You know that Voldemort is back, and his supporters are all
over the place, anything could happen to you!"
It was a strange feeling for the-boy-who-lived. He had been angry at authority before but
never like this before. With the Dursleys it was pure hatred, anger no matter what. With
teachers the feeling was resentment. But not now, Harry never imagined he would have
this argument with his godfather, one of the coolest adults around! So naturally, due to
the un fair situation, protested.
"But I'm fourteen, almost fifteen! I can handle going shopping with two friends during
the day light, surrounded by hundreds of witches and wizards! Nothing can happen to
me!"
"That is the attitude that I am worried that you will have! You will get yourself into a
sticky situation that you cant get out of! It doesn't matter when or where. No, and that is
the final answer."
Glaring daggers at his so-called godfather Harry stormed out of the room and to his own
room locking the door. There he seized a piece of parchment and wrote Ron back.
Ron-
Sounds great! Meet me at the Leaky Cauldron around 11? -Harry
The next morning Sirius popped his head in at his godson. He had a talk with
Remus last night and his friend had agreed with him completely, but Sirius still felt like
he had been a little to hard on his godson. He found Harry still in bed, covered in
blankets.
"Harry?"
"Uh"
"I have to go to work now."
"Oh."
"Are you going to be all right alone?"
"Yeah."
"Just ask Umi if you need anything to eat."
"I will."
"And you know what to do in an emergency?"
"Uh huh."
"Bye, Harry I'll see you later. I love you."
"Right, bye."
So Sirius left very put out over his godson's reaction. Still slightly worried he took out a
spot of floo powder and shouted out, "The Ministry of Magic!"
As soon as he heard Sirius shout, Harry jumped out of bed, fully clothed. He was going
to have so much fun today! Harry quickly glanced into the mirror to make sure that he
looked all right and was pleased with his reflection before he quickly left his room and
locked the room. You see the night before Harry was going through a trunk that used to
be his father's. Inside he found all of his father's school things as well as his father's
wand. James' wand had bonded well with Harry but because it was not HIS wand the
MOM would never know that it was Harry Potter, a minor, doing magic. In fact no
magical signal would go off of it because the owner of the wand was dead. So taking the
wand, Harry rushed down the stairs, took some floo powder and shouted out, "Diagon
Alley!"
*Umi means servant, for future notice all the names of OC's in this fic mean something and if you want to know that meaning please feel free to ask!
Gwydion Conservatory of Magical Arts
Chapter 1: Of Dangerous and Rebellious Situations
Dear Mr. Potter,
We of Gwydion's Conservatory of Magical Arts are pleased to invite you to study
at our academy. Because you are of the correct linage and have preformed great tasks
throughout the years, you have been deemed fit to learn at our school, as one of the eight
selected in this year. On August 28, at exactly three-oh-five PM this letter will turn into a
portkey that will transport you to our school. Please have your belongings ready for pick
up. We hope to see you soon.
Yours truly,
Staff of Gwydion's Conservatory of Magical Arts
The only thought that had time to run through the boy-who-lived's head was 'huh?'
Before the befuddled boy could think anything else a booming voice called up the stairs,
"BOY!!!"
Harry winced. 'I'm in it for sure this time,' he thought completely forgetting the strange
letter. As quickly as he could he went out the large metal door to his room that was only
left open during the hot summer days. At night his aunt and uncle locked him inside the
tiny room, worried that he would sneak out in the night. Having completed his many
chores for the day, knowing that the call was not for something as routine as dinner, the
raven haired by trudged down the stairs expecting the worse.
When he reached the landing the look on his uncle's face told him that whatever he did
(or didn't do) was going to cause him great pain. It was only this summer that Vernon
had taken to beating his only nephew. Before Harry had attended Hogwarts beatings
were rare but they happened nonetheless. But this summer the slightest thing made his
beefy Uncle mad. Of course he was never hit on the face or anywhere else that might be
visible by the neighbors. No, Vernon had a reputation to keep. But it had been a long
time since the unfortunate fourteen (soon to be fifteen) year-old boy had seen his uncle
this angry. It only took Harry a couple of seconds to realize that there was another man
in the room. The man looked strangely familiar to Harry but he couldn't place him. In
his ear Vernon hissed, "This man says that you stole his wallet when you were out getting
your aunt's groceries." Harry looked very surprised. He didn't think that he had ever
seen this man before much less taken anything of his. "Well boy what do you have to say
for your self?"
Harry shrugged and looked down. "I've never seen this man before," he said in a small
voice that he knew his uncle wouldn't believe. Vernon grabbed hold of a chunk of
Harry's hair to make him look him in the face. "Don't lie to me boy."
"I didn't take his wallet," Harry said in a voice with even less confidence. Yes, this one
was going to hurt. His uncle glared and Harry shrunk down. "Go. To. Your. Room.
Now. We will talk about this later boy." The raven-haired boy ran upstairs so quickly
you would have thought he flew. He heard his uncle and the strange man talking about
something, a closing door, and then heavy footsteps up the stairs. 'Oh no,' he thought
looking for anywhere to hide in his small bedroom. He crawled under the bed knowing it
wouldn't help much. But it was not his uncle who came into the room.
The man that had accused Harry of stealing his wallet was in his room! Not knowing
who this man was or what he wanted, the-boy-who-lived shrunk back further underneath
his bed.
"Harry?" The strange man asked looking everywhere. Suddenly he saw two bright green
eyes shining under the bed. He got down on his knees so that he could talk to the
frightened teenager. Harry curled up into a ball.
"Harry its me, Sirius." The boy suddenly looked up. In a hoarse voice he asked,
"Sirius?"
The older man nodded. "I came to get you kid, the stolen wallet was just a way to get
your uncle to let me into the house. You can come out now, I promise I wont hurt you."
Sirius didn't know why Harry was hiding under the bed, but he knew better than to ask.
Maybe the boy had thought he was a deatheater or something. Very slowly Harry began
to crawl out from underneath the bed. "Sirius!" He called out and launched himself at his
godfather, giving him a big hug. But as quickly as he became happy he became upset.
"Sirius what are you doing here? You could be caught! Change back into a dog now!
Did Uncle Vernon recognize you? You might want to erase his memory just in case."
"Harry," Sirius stated calmly.
"What were you thinking? The ministry could be here at any moment."
"Harry!" His godfather said again, and Harry once again ignored him.
"Do you want to go back to Azkaban? Do you want to get."
"HARRY JAMES POTTER!" The raven haired boy looked up at once with surprise, falling silent.
"Good now that you have been so kind to shut your mouth.I can tell you my news.
Dumbledore got me a trial with Vertisium, Harry I was found innocent!"
Harry gaped at his godfather in a disbelieving way. He was going to be able to leave the
Dursleys! Then suddenly Harry remembered his relatives and was tempted to go back
underneath the bed again. So in a small voice that Sirius had heard him use downstairs
he said, "W-what about my uncle?" Sirius laughed.
"I told him that I knew a first rate place for thieves like you. Where the punishments
were plenty and stay was free! He seemed very eager about that idea.so you'll have to
act like you don't want to go with me until we get out of the door."
Harry nodded. "But what about my stuff? Its all."
"Locked in the cupboard under the stairs. Don't worry I already sent the stuff ahead
without you uncle noticing. So come along then." For the first time that summer Harry
grinned.
The pair left the Dursley house as quickly as they could. Outside Sirius handed
Harry a piece of a rope to hold onto. "This is a port-key to our new house and it will go
off in five.four..three.two.one." With a familiar sensation in his stomach, Harry
landed in the yard of a large two story brick house with a large yard. Sirius looked very
uncertain about the look on Harry's face. ".Do you like it?" Words couldn't seem to
express how Harry felt about the house. So he just stood there staring. Still unsure about
what his godson was thinking, a now incredibly nervous Sirius Black said, "If you don't
like it we could always look for a new one but I thought."
Harry turned to face his godfather, alarmed. "NO! I love it, can we go inside now?" His
godfather beamed down at him. "Of course, your stuff is already in your room I had
Umi* un pack for you."
"Umi?"
"The house-elf that came with the house. She's very helpful so if you ever need anything
just ask her and she'll do it for you. Now let me show you to your room."
The two entered the house and Harry was very surprised. The entire front hall was
covered in wizard pictures smiling and waving at him from their frames. They seemed
mostly to be of his parents, Sirius, Remus, and Peter when they were younger. With
much a amusement the teenager realized that in some of the more adult pictures were cut
out in a place where he was sure a certain rat had been.
"Right this way, " Sirius said cheerfully. They went up a flight of stairs to the second
door on the right. Harry gasped at what he say when he entered the room.
His room was completely red and gold and there were also pictures all over the
walls here. But instead of being pictures of his parents and their friends they were all of
Harry and his. Most of them were taken during or after his 2nd year (Colin must have
taken them) but a select few were also from his first year.
"Do you like it?" His godfather asked, still nervous.
Harry nodded numbly. There was an awkward silence. ".Well it is getting late kid,
maybe you should get some sleep. I will see you in the morning. If you need anything
there is a bell by your bed and Umi will come right away. Good night."
Nodding again Harry said, "Goodnight."
He got into his bed and fell asleep rather quickly. The teenager didn't hear when his
godfather muttered, "I love you," before turning out the light and closing the door in the
bedroom.
The next morning Harry awoke much later then usual and it took him a second to
realize where he was. As soon as he did a bright smile appeared on his face. He leaped
out of bed ready for his first day with living with Sirius! Realizing that that he was still
wearing the clothes from the day before, Harry went over to his dresser and looked for a
decent pair of jeans and a t-shirt. It seemed that Sirius has already gone through and
bought his godson a whole new wardrobe. The excited boy didn't even hear when
someone gently knocked on his door and entered. Harry did however, hear his
godfather's gasp when the startled man saw the cuts and bruises on his godson's back.
The surprised boy turned around slowly with much regret when he heard the older man
gasp for a second time at the latter's torso.
"Harry," he said in a would-be-calm-voice, "who did that to you?"
Mind racing, not knowing what to say, Harry went with the excuse that his uncle has
always told him to tell people who might see his wounds. "I fell down the stairs."
Sirius glared at his godson. "You. Did. Not. Fall. Down. The. Bloody. Stairs. Tell me
who did this to you."
Shaking a lot, Harry said in a small voice, "My uncle," before falling back in a faint.
To say the very least, Sirius panicked. He had not anticipated problems like this
to come up so quickly. Anyone who took in The-Boy-Who-Lived expected some
problems but just not this soon! Not sure that he should even move the boy, Sirius ran
downstairs to call the only person who he thought could help. Remus. In no time
Remus' tired head appeared in the fireplace.
"Already cant handle a teenager Padfoot?" But then seeing the look of worry on his
friend's face the werewolf asked, "Sirius what's the matter?"
"Harrysunclehurthimandwhenheiaskedhimabouthisingureiesheliedandthenfaintened when
hetoldmeitwashisuncle!"
We will never know how in the world Remus managed to understand the situation but he
did and then apperated straight over to the house.
Remus ran up the stairs to where Sirius was all ready in his godson's room looking at the
boy on the floor having no clue what to do. When his friend entered the room, Sirius ran
over to him.
"Remus! I don't know what's wrong! He just fainted after he told me that his uncle had
done this to him and I panicked and called you! What should we do Moony? He just got
here and I have already messed things up!"
Remus shushed his friend. "I'm going to levitate him onto the bed to make sure that we
don't cause him any more injuries. I want you to go downstairs and contact Dumbledore
and tell him to bring Pomfrey with him. Then contact the proper authorities so that we
can get Vernon Dursley into custody as soon as possible."
As quickly as he could, the worried godfather did exactly as he was told. Dumbledore
and the school nurse were there quickly, and the authorities came several minuets later
saw Harry's back and the memory of what the injured boy telling his godfather that it had
been his Uncle who conflicted these injuries and immediately sent someone to arrest his
uncle. In the wizard world child abuse was a serious offence and once there was any
evidence against the accused person, that person was sent to prison right away. In this
case it was a wizard prison for muggles. Meanwhile the school matron had managed to
heal all of her patient's physical damages. Dumbledore, who had been in the sitting room
trying to get the story out of Sirius had come up and asked, "What were the damages?"
The matron shook her head in discuss. "He had three broken ribs, four broken fingers, as
well as bruises and blood covering most of his body! He'll be just fine on the
outside.but Albus I don't know what he will be like mentally after this. Healing these
wounds put a lot of magic into his body and he should be asleep for at least a week if not
two!"
~A Week Later~
Sirius sat beside Harry's bed looking at his godson with much sorrow in his eyes.
Actually, it wasn't an uncommon scene at all, for the last week that is about all Sirius
had done. The only time he had left the room was when Madame Pomphrey had kicked
him out for an hour to heal Harry in peace. Remus often brought his best friend food, but
it was rare that the worried godfather ever ate anything. He just sat there day in and day
out as the school nurse came for a few occasional check ups and various friends visited
the sleeping boy. Sirius was beginning to lose hope for his godson until one day when
the older man was staring absent mindedly out the window, he heard a soft groan from
the boy. Looking at him with amazement, Harry had Sirius' full attention. Very slowly
as though there were made of lead, brilliant green eyes began to open. When they were
fully open the boy croaked, "Glasses?"
Sirius quickly made a grab for his godson's glasses and gently placed them on the boy's
face.
Harry watched as his godfather's face slowly came into focus. It was only a matter of
seconds before he could remember what had happened a week ago.
"Sirius! You can't tell anyone! He said that. You just cant! Please Sirius, don't tell
anyone!" Harry was trying to reach for Sirius while still under the tight blankets the
matron had pulled around him. In a gentle voice Sirius said, "Shh, Harry your just fine.
"Your uncle has been taken care of. He has already been taken to Claustrum, a wizard
prison for muggles. He wont hurt you any more. Go back to sleep, you need some more
rest." Nodding obediently Harry put his head back and fell into a light sleep.
Sirius practically danced into the hallway and was about to go down the stairs
when he ran into Remus carrying yet another tray of food for his friend to eat. Glancing
down at the food Sirius immediately began to stuff a roll into his mouth, and yet still with
a grin on his face. Remus raised an eyebrow at his friend.
"Padfoot? Are you all right?" Sirius nodded.
"Are you going to tell me why you are suddenly perfectly fine after you spent a week
moping around?"
"Harry woke up!" Remus dropped the tray on the floor with surprise. Umi appeared out
of nowhere and cleaned up the mess and went away again.
Within the next week the overbearing Madame Pomfrey kept the restless Harry in bed.
She even had to go so far to charm the sheets not to let the boy leave. Sirius couldn't be
more thrilled that his godson was awake and trying to escape the matron's care.
Soon everything finally began to come back together, Harry was completely better
physically (no one would ever know if he would recover mentally) and he was with his
favorite adult in the world, Sirius! The two had a blast with each other the three days
after Harry was allowed to get out of bed. Sirius would tell Harry about the adventures
he and his friends had in school and Harry, in turn, would tell his godfather about some
of the crazy things he, Ron, and Hermione had done through out the years. But all good
things have to come to an end. Harry and Sirius were eating one night, laughing after
Harry told him about Ron and his mini model of Krum when Sirius brought up something
that could not be avoided forever.
In a gentle voice Sirius asked, "Harry would you like to talk about what happened during
the third task?
"No."
"I really think that we should."
"May I be excused?"
"Harry, this is important to discuss. I need to know where you stand on this so I can help
you with it."
Harry clanked down his silverware. Knowing that Sirius was not going to let him leave the table until Harry talked about this, he tried a different tactic.
"Ron and Hermione invited me to go to Diagon Ally with them tomorrow, may I go?"
"No."
Shocked, the teenager looked at his godfather with surprise and remorse.
"No?" Sirius had never told his godson no, and Harry didn't quite know what to think.
"No. Its too dangerous. You know that Voldemort is back, and his supporters are all
over the place, anything could happen to you!"
It was a strange feeling for the-boy-who-lived. He had been angry at authority before but
never like this before. With the Dursleys it was pure hatred, anger no matter what. With
teachers the feeling was resentment. But not now, Harry never imagined he would have
this argument with his godfather, one of the coolest adults around! So naturally, due to
the un fair situation, protested.
"But I'm fourteen, almost fifteen! I can handle going shopping with two friends during
the day light, surrounded by hundreds of witches and wizards! Nothing can happen to
me!"
"That is the attitude that I am worried that you will have! You will get yourself into a
sticky situation that you cant get out of! It doesn't matter when or where. No, and that is
the final answer."
Glaring daggers at his so-called godfather Harry stormed out of the room and to his own
room locking the door. There he seized a piece of parchment and wrote Ron back.
Ron-
Sounds great! Meet me at the Leaky Cauldron around 11? -Harry
The next morning Sirius popped his head in at his godson. He had a talk with
Remus last night and his friend had agreed with him completely, but Sirius still felt like
he had been a little to hard on his godson. He found Harry still in bed, covered in
blankets.
"Harry?"
"Uh"
"I have to go to work now."
"Oh."
"Are you going to be all right alone?"
"Yeah."
"Just ask Umi if you need anything to eat."
"I will."
"And you know what to do in an emergency?"
"Uh huh."
"Bye, Harry I'll see you later. I love you."
"Right, bye."
So Sirius left very put out over his godson's reaction. Still slightly worried he took out a
spot of floo powder and shouted out, "The Ministry of Magic!"
As soon as he heard Sirius shout, Harry jumped out of bed, fully clothed. He was going
to have so much fun today! Harry quickly glanced into the mirror to make sure that he
looked all right and was pleased with his reflection before he quickly left his room and
locked the room. You see the night before Harry was going through a trunk that used to
be his father's. Inside he found all of his father's school things as well as his father's
wand. James' wand had bonded well with Harry but because it was not HIS wand the
MOM would never know that it was Harry Potter, a minor, doing magic. In fact no
magical signal would go off of it because the owner of the wand was dead. So taking the
wand, Harry rushed down the stairs, took some floo powder and shouted out, "Diagon
Alley!"
*Umi means servant, for future notice all the names of OC's in this fic mean something and if you want to know that meaning please feel free to ask!