See chapter one for disclaimer
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"Talking"
'Thinking'
/Parseltounge/
/Sirius-Harry mind talking/
Chapter Four: Grimmauld Place
Grimmauld Place was as dark and disgusting as it had been twenty years ago. That hadn't changed. What had changed was the magical portrait of the bit-er-Sirius' mother. Knowing her, she probably cursed it to annoy him in some awful way. Silently, Sirius padded up the stairs to his old room. He walked around the house like it was a live time bomb waiting to explode. Which, in all honesty, it probably was.
Sure enough, they made it to the door with Sirius' name on it without dying or meeting anything unpleasant.
Walking through the door to his room was like walking through a time machine. Everything was in the exact place had left it. Everything from the muggle posters on the wall to the pile of dirty socks he kept under the desk (don't ask why, he was a teenage boy who lived to piss off his dear Mum). A quick scan around the room showed that there were no spells in place except for the ones that he had put up himself. Using Harry's wand, Sirius cast a cleaning charm on the bed to get rid of the thick layer of dust that had accumulated over the years. When the dust had gone Sirius placed harry under the covers and tucked him in. Harry sighed in contentment, making Sirius smile. He had the most adorable mate.
Now for some business.
He went to his dresser and took out some old robes that, thankfully, fit his thin form. He then promised to burn that Dursley man's shirt. He then emptied the bag with all of their belongings, resized everything and put everything (except for Hedwig's perch and cage, they went next to the window) at the edge of the bed.
"KREATURE!" The old house elf popped into existence in front of Sirius and gave a low, strained bow.
"How is Kreature to serve the master Traitor this evening?" he asked in his gravelly voice.
Sirius grit his teeth at the elf. He was not going to get angry right now. "Go to Knockturn Alley and commission me a yew faux wand with thestral blood. Then go get fresh food, healing potions, and a few mice for an owl. Tomorrow, you are going to Madame Malkin's and you are going to commission a new wardrobe for not only myself, but Harry as well, and then you are going to help clean the house from top to bottom. Understand?" It was clearly an order, but the house elf didn't want to take orders from this…this blood traitor.
"Kreature will not be servicing that filthy half breed."
Sirius saw red. It was amazing how he hadn't broken anything with how angry he felt. "Don't you DARE insult my mate Kreature, you are to obey my orders, not question them. Now get out of my sight." Kreature did. Well, in his defense he hadn't known that the filthy half breed was his…new master's mate. The elf just hoped that he'd be alive at the end of the week. He had insulted a wizards mate, not only that, but his master's. Many old pureblood families took that offence seriously and was punishable by death.
The Blacks were one of those families.
Now you see his predicament. Kreature would be a good house elf and do all that his master told him so that he wouldn't have a humiliating death.
Sirius had collapsed onto the edge of the bed the moment the elf left. He hated that thing and was so close to killing him, but Sirius would be lying if he said that he didn't need Kreature. For now all he had to do was wait until creature came back. He went to the window and opened it for Hedwig whenever she got there.
Kreature was back shortly with three large mice, telling Sirius that his wand would be ready in two hours. Sirius grunted and put the mice on the windowsill for Hedwig. If the wand was going to take two hours, then he was just going to go to sleep, he needed his replacement wand….and he was too damn tired to stay up any longer.
His final act of the night was transforming into his animagus form and succumbing to Morpheus' embrace next to his sweet little mate.
~~SBHP~~
The sun shone warm and bright the next morning, promising to be a beautiful day. Harry of course did not want this. No, he was silently cursing the sun and proceeded to curl to the wonderful warmth at his side. There was a canine whine and the warmth shifted to accommodate their new position.
That of course gave Harry a wonderfully long whiff of morning doggy-breath. He sat up and gagged. "Ugh, Padfoot, that's disgusting!"
Padfoot gave a tired doggy chuckle but he didn't make any move to apologize or get up. Harry glared at the evil creature. Hedwig hooted a bit away, like she was laughing but had also just been woken up. Harry looked up to greet her good morning, but the words died in his mouth. This was not his tiny room at Privet Drive. This room wasn't tiny at all. It was huge. The bed he was in was a bit stiff, but soft and at least four times the size of his old bed. The walls were covered in both muggle and magical posters from motorcycles to Quidditch players to half naked men in provocative poses. The room was a mess. There were books thrown on the floor, papers scattered everywhere, knickknacks lying everywhere, a sleek, dusty broom in a corner and a large pile of what looked like socks under a dusty mahogany desk. Hedwig was sitting comfortably on her perch by an open window.
"Where are we Hedwig?"
Hedwig didn't reply, go figure, so Harry went back to his previous position of being pressed against the dog.
/Padfoot?/ He asked timidly.
/Hm?/ The reply didn't actually sound like that, it was more of a huff/grunt.
/Are you up?/
/I am now, what's wrong pup?/
/I think we were kidnapped in the night. I have no idea where we are./
Padfoot doggy chuckled again. /We weren't kidnapped, I brought us here. Do you really think that I was going to let you stay in that hell hole?/
Harry flushed a dark shade of red. It was too bad that Sirius's eyes were still closed or he would have seen it. Although, that might have led to an awkward explanation about why it 'fascinated' Sirius so much.
/So…you brought us here?/
/Yup./
/How?/ Sirius's eyes snapped open. He wanted to tell Harry the truth, but he might freak out at seeing the infamous escapee Sirius Black. However, he did want Harry to trust him….
/If I show you, do you promise not to run?/
Now Harry was suspicious. Why on earth did Padfoot think he would run away from him? /I….promise./
Padfoot sighed, and, just like Professor McGonagall did back in first year, he began transforming into a human. It was a slow process, like Padfoot was reluctant to change back, but sure enough, the black fur turned into waist length midnight hair. His body bent as it changed from the body of a dog to the body of a very thin man. At first Harry was confused as to why Padfoot thought that he would run away, but then he saw it. It being the skeletal face of Sirius Black. It was odd though, on the news, Sirius had a long scraggly beard and mustache, and he was sickly looking to the point where Harry was surprised that he hadn't died already. Now though, Sirius was clean shaven and though he still looked unhealthy, there was a new light in his gray eyes.
"Y-y-you're Sirius Black!" Harry exclaimed. He would admit that he was a bit terrified. Well, even if he had told Mrs. Figg that he didn't believe Sirius was guilty, there was a part of him that wanted to be a bit cautious around the man.
But Sirius did something that totally shocked Harry. He bent his head and a few tears rolled down his cheeks. Harry let his idiotic Gryffindor side take over. He crawled over, cautiously mind you, to the older man and clasped one of his hands in his.
/Paddy?/
/I'm so sorry Harry I should have told you in the beginning, but I was afraid./
/Of what, Paddy?/
Green and gray connected. /That you'd be terrified of me, Sirius Black the murderer./
/But you aren't a murderer are you?/
Sirius smiled and ruffled Harry's hair. "You are something else, little one."
