A Muggle Saves the Day

A Muggle Saves the Day

Part 4 – Thoughts of Peanut Butter

He woke slowly.

Outside the window there could be heard the chirping of green finch and linnet birds. Slowly, dark green eyes were revealed to the sunlight that filtered into the bed room. The walls were a light grey while oak wood made the room brighter. Pushing away the blankets, Harry sat up in the enormous bed. It was odd to not be shut up in a cupboard of some sort. It was odder still that he had a few toys. It wasn't a lot because Mrs. Black hadn't the time to actually go and do any shopping, in fact, some of the toys were from the childhood years of her own two boys, Sirius and Regulus.

Harry knew that name, Sirius. But, he didn't know why. To the sixth year old, it was terribly annoying. He knew it, he just didn't know why he knew it. Harry crawled off the side of the bed, he was short, he hated his height, but he hoped he would grow. If he ever got a wish from a real gene, he'd wish to be taller. At least by a foot or two. Taking stock of his surroundings, Harry caught a look at himself in the floor to ceiling mirror.

He was dressed in light blue pajama's that fit him much better than anything the Dursley's had ever given him. His hair was as messy as ever, and his glasses had been repaired. Putting on the glasses, Harry tried the door, it was open.

Peaking out into the hallway he was surprised when something his height but with pointed ears and green scaly skin and the hugest eyes Harry ever did see, met him at the door.

"Who are you?" Harry asked.

"Is Kreatcher, Mistress asks me to bring Master Harry to the kitchen, she does," Kreatcher replied. Harry blinked but when Kreatcher beckoned him towards the stairs, Harry followed.

Sirius hadn't slept that night, he couldn't. Being out of Azkaban was just beginning to dawn on him. Six years in prison had taught him a few things about the world. Things that he had thought he had known, but in the end, hadn't really understood. Knowing, and understanding had tow different meanings. Just because a person knew something, didn't mean that they understood it.

Like how someone liked to have peanut butter on their toast instead of jam. Knowing that this person liked that particular spread on their toast just meant that you knew them like that, but, understanding why they liked that spread was something all together different. It was like a separate plain of life.

Sitting up in the hospital bed, Sirius sighed. He needed a plan, he needed…something. He needed to see Remus, he needed to see Harry, hell, and he'd have to visit his mother just to see what the hell she was up too. Not to mention that he'd sew the Ministry of Magic for his wrong imprisonment. Not that he needed the money; he had a vault of his own. He didn't know what was in it, but the last time he checked, there was a little in it.

Looking around, he saw a fresh change of clothes on the end of the bed. He'd take a shower and dress before deciding on anything else. He didn't want to stay at Hogwarts if he didn't need too. He'd have to make a quick exit.

Walburga Black was found at the kitchen table with a cup of tea, on the table was porridge, black pudding, bacon with more meat than fat, and toast with jam. Walburga smiled at Harry as Kreatcher had the small boy sit down.

"Did you sleep well, dear?" Walburga asked.

"Yes ma'am," Harry replied meekly. Walburga nodded, she knew this wasn't going to be easy. From what she knew, Harry had been sleeping in a broom closet and been more or less a house elf for the muggles. Which made her blood boil, never was any part of her family a slave to someone else, at least, they hadn't had the choice taken from them. Regulus had chosen to go to the Dark Lord, Sirius had decided to reject everything his family was, and still is. She had hope for her oldest though. His roll was just as important as little Harry Potter's was.

"Eat, little boy needs eat," Kreatcher said, he had served Harry his food and a cup of milk. Walburga blinked when Harry looked scared at the prospect.

"It's all right, Harry, you can eat," she said. Harry calmed then. All he had needed was her permission. What did those horrid Muggles do to my grand-god-baby? She asked herself, but, she was sure that she didn't want to know.

The baby cried as all babies did. Orion held his son close as the Dark Lord contemplated the street below. He stood in all of his glory of the Dark lord, and yet, here he was, in the middle of a muggle neighborhood, in the house of the most pure blooded family that could be found. Even the Malfoy's had a muggle or two mixed with the family blood. Not that they would admit it.

"What is the child's name?" Voldemort asked.

"Sirius Leigh, don't ask, Walburga insisted," Orion replied. Voldemort laughed. His friend had a sense of humor and didn't mind sharing it with the darkest lord that had crawled through the sewers since the dark ages.

"And you," Orion smiled, "Are his Godfather,"

"Are you sure you want to do that?" Voldemort asked.

"Tommy," Orion shook his head (he was the only one to use his friend's old name – but only when they were alone, of course) "we've been close all these years and when I have my first son you don't want to be honored?" Orion asked.

"Forgive me, my friend. My mind has been on other things," Tom replied.

"Have you gotten the Werewolves on your side yet?" Orion asked. Little Sirius cooed at his father before yawning.

"Not yet, but I will – Greyback is a risk though; I do not think he has his mind in order,"

"Oh?"

"He is too blood thirsty, as are my death eaters; I didn't want blood, but now, it is too late. Blood will have to be shed in order for the Wizarding World to come to its full potential,"

"I hope your endeavors don't kill you," Orion said.

"The road to hell is paved with good intentions(1)"Tom shrugged.

"And now, back to the original reason I had you come visit; my son, won't you agree?" Orion asked.

"I do, and if anything happens to me, he shall be my heir,"

"Heir to the dark lord…? What's brought this on?"

"Death, I do not want to die, but if I do…I need someone to continue my legacy,"

"I'm sure he would like that," Orion said, meaning Sirius who had fallen asleep in his father's arms. Orion passed the sleeping baby to Voldemort, who couldn't help but marvel at the beginning of life. Were all babies so…little? So, in need of protection that it made their parents go mad with the well being of their child?

When Voldemort left the Black house, he couldn't help but wonder if one day he too would have a wife and child, but in the end, he had the feeling that that particular dream would never become reality.

Sirius pulled on the light brown robe to go over the trousers and the button down shirt he had also been given. Sirius had one other problem though…he didn't have a wand. Smacking himself he knew he would never get his original one. The Auror's who had caught him had snapped it in two just to make sure he didn't have a chance.

Sirius would get even. What was that old saying Muggles liked to say?

Don't get mad, get glad…? No, not that one!

Don't get mad, get even…yes, he shook his head, that was the one he wanted. There was also one that Lily always liked to say, Life is a test, and I didn't take very good notes.

Shaking his head, Sirius had to laugh at himself. He could get into his own funky moods, but Azkaban made it worse. Now that he thought about it, yeah, the situation was bad. Wormtail was dead, but at the same time, what was six years in hell instead of his life? True, Azkaban had been his life for the last six years. He'd been tortured for admittance to the crimes he NEVER committed, and then he'd been tortured just for fun. If being near Dementors made someone go crazy over time, being tortured along with a Dementors probably made it happen even faster.

Once he was done, Sirius strode out of the hospital wing. He'd make his way to the little township and from there, he'd figure out what to do. He'd probably pop by Diagon Alley anyway; he needed a wand as soon as humanly possible.

Malfoy glared at Fudge.

"You knew about this and yet you did not tell me?" Lucius asked.

"I didn't have time, I had to be there to keep Dumbledore from doing something to the Dark Heir," Fudge replied.

"Sirius Black is still at Hogwarts," Lucius pointed out.

"No, as of this…" Fudge brought out a time piece, on it was the picture of Sirius Black on a hand, it was pointed at traveling. "He has left, I've had some of my people on the alert, they will tell us where Black is when he shows up," Fudge said, looking proud of himself and his plan.

"I'm glad to see that your head isn't entirely full of air," Lucius replied.

"You're just jealous that I came up with it and you didn't,"

"You think I care?"

"I think you do," Fudge replied.

"Than you would be wrong," and with that, Lucius smirked before he made his way out of the Minister's office.

a/n – Okay, so I am basically short a page and a half. But I was just setting everything up in this chapter. Giving a bit more of an explanation to things, you know. Well, I do hope you enjoy! Blood puding is a breakfast that the brits enjoy, something about sausage and blood and...well...I don't know what else...

Ta,

Dizzy