Chapter 2
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Day 1 – Sirius.
Sirius sat in Harry's bedroom silently and looked around. He took a few pictures of the shoddy conditions with his wand. He noticed everything. The carpet was so old and worn. The wardrobe and desk were both broken. The bed side table could barely be called a table; it was so small and unsteady. The bed had springs poking out of it; there was no under-sheet, only a plain white sheet and an old dusty pillow. The walls were a hideous shade of pink that reminded Sirius of Umbridge, obviously Harry hadn't had a choice in what colour the walls were painted.
But one thing did make Sirius smile fondly. Just next to his bed, on the wall, Harry had a pin board with pictures of a few owls, and little things were pinned to it. Nothing much was there, but Harry seemed to have tried to make it his home, just a little bit.
Sirius looked in the cracked mirror and saw his Godson staring back at him; it was very odd, Sirius always felt very weird when walking around in someone else's body. Harry was rather small too so it was taking a little time to adjust to what he could reach and such.
Sirius felt a little sad, he missed Remus and Harry and James. But he was doing this for Harry. He wasn't going to let sentiment get in the way.
At the noise of a car whizzing down the close Sirius looked through the window and recognised Vernon Dursley getting out of the car with his son who looked unfortunately like him.
Within ten seconds of thumping around the house the loud man shouted "BACK! With One day's notice!" and he found 'Harry' in his room.
"Oh, got comfortable have you? What are you sat around for? We let you into our home and you should be straight to work! Go and do some chores or the back of my hand will re-establish its relation with your cheek." Vernon snarled.
Sirius went straight downstairs and then the thought hit him like a ton of bricks. What was he meant to do? What chores did they want him to do? He felt a little vulnerable just stood in the living room. He now felt a burst of sympathy for Harry, it must have been so much worse for the little boy.
"Harry! What are you doing? Get to work! Mow the lawn, weed the garden, both front and back, and you have to paint the bench. Maybe then we'll give you dinner." Petunia said.
Sirius made his way to the shed that Petunia had gestured to in her rant and found a lawn mower, he'd seen Lily once use one but he had absolutely no idea how to start it. After about half an hour he was mowing the lawn, he did quite well gladly. He actually spotted the next door neighbours saying they were about to weed the garden, he watched them for a bit then understood what to do and got to work. By the end he was so tired, thirsty and hungry. It was probably about three in the afternoon now.
But he had one more job. Paint the bench. He found a paint can in the shed; it was a brown colour and smelled very potent. He got an old paint brush and started on the bench in the front garden. When he felt his skin going funny he took a swig from his tiny bottle of polyjuice he had hidden in a magic pocket of his trousers. The pocket made sure any content was not damaged and only the wearer of the trousers can open it too. The odd skin feeling went away and Sirius continued to paint the bench. But as he did the last bit of the bench his knee knocked the paint can over and spilt it all over the pavement. He knelt staring at it with a loss of what to do.
There was a deep rumbling as someone cleared their throat from above him. Before he looked up Sirius knew who it was. But still, the sight of Vernon Dursley's livid face threw Sirius off a little.
"In the house. Now. Go to your room and don't come out till I've come to get you." Vernon snarled.
As Sirius raced into the house he heard Vernon hosing the paint off the pavement and down the drain.
Sirius sat nervously on the bed. This was probably going to be his first experience of Harry's physical abuse. He didn't feel very lucky right now, he felt a sense of daunting.
About fifteen minutes of waiting later and Vernon, red-faced, stood in the doorway.
"You stupid freak! You can't do the simple things, can you? You're useless! Just die, it's a lot less effort for me and your aunt!" Vernon shouted, slamming the door behind himself and trapping Sirius in with the brute of a man.
Sirius could do nothing but try to squirm away as Vernon pinned his small body to the bed and started punching his stomach, hard and quickly. When he was done Vernon added a smack to his cheek, as if finishing off his work, and he left the room after spitting on the floor and mumbling "Clean that up."
Sirius looked into that mirror again and saw a battered, bruised and scared Harry. And that was when he sobbed quietly. His poor godson had to go through this. This wasn't right.
Sirius crawled over to his bag, fixed himself up with a potion and a spell and felt much better. He obviously made sure there was a red patch on his cheek and he tried to keep in his head that from now on until he left this hell-hole he would have to pretend to have great discomfort if anything touched his stomach or ribs.
In the evening, after he ate some of the nibbles they had packed for him, he sneaked out of the house while the Dursleys were pigging out in front of the loud telly-me-watsit.
He went to Mrs Figg's and fire called his three family members just as his face returned to looking like himself again.
"Merlin, is it good to see you all." Sirius sighed when he saw their faces.
"Sirius! Are you alright?" Harry urged.
"I have evidence of physical abuse from Vernon. I have evidence of child labour from both him and Petunia. And I have evidence of neglect, so a form of mental abuse, from Petunia." Sirius explained.
"Then come home! You've got what you want!" Harry pleaded.
"No. I want to see what Dudley does to you. This isn't finished yet. We do this properly, or not at all." Sirius said firmly.
"Did you heal yourself well enough?" Remus asked.
"Yes. I'm fine." Sirius nodded gently.
"Good. I miss you." Remus said.
"I miss you too. All of you." Sirius added.
"You are rather soppy, Sirius." James said jokingly.
"Well, I can be when I have to go back to that house. You may never see me again." Sirius joked.
"That isn't funny!" Harry stood up and stormed out.
"Don't mind him. He's been worrying all day." James reassured Sirius.
"Tell him I'm fine. I've got to go now. I'll see you tomorrow morning for a fire call and in the evening I'll be home safe." Sirius promised.
"Bye, mate, take care!" James said.
"Goodbye, I love you." Remus smiled.
"Love you too. Bye!" Sirius said as he slowly pulled his head out of the fire.
Sirius kept his eyes on Remus till he could see him no longer.
The man took a swig of polyjuice and was a small sixteen year old. He took a deep breath and went back to 4 Privet Drive. He fell into a one-eye-open sleep that night.
