Chapter Three
Disclaimers: I do not own Harry Potter.
Author's Note: I am quite pleased with the reviews I got but I have to say, I need more. Let me keep you guys entertained though; What would you like Rigel's patronus to be.
Warning: There are mentions of Mpreg and some of the visions were taken from a fanfiction.
Chapter Three
Harry was so excited, he was going to meet his father's friend and he was going shopping as well, which seven year old boy wouldn't be happy. He had been perfectly still as Rigel rubbed the make up on his scar and he had packed all his favorite clothes,Rigel said they would not be returning to Aunt Petunia's house. He waited outside as Rigel talked to Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon. He hated them though they had been mean to both Rigel and him before Rigel started paying them money. Now they had their own kitchen and bathroom and Rigel said he didn't need to talk to them if he didn't want to. And he didn't want to.
"Are you ready, Har" Rigel said as he came out of the house
"Yeah" Harry said as pushed his glasses closer to his eyes," how would we get there?"
"We would take a bus"
He looked his brother over, No one would recognize him, He was dressed in a Polo and jeans with a cap to cover that messy hair the Potters are known for.
They soon arrived in Leaky Cauldron,
"Merry Meet", Harry greeted Tom in his excitement
Tom looked at him in confusion and with suspicion, "Good morning"
Rigel gently dragged Harry away, "Why was he looking at me like that?"
Rigel frowned, he didn't want his brother to be exposed to the prejudice and bias of the wizarding world yet.
"You remember what I told you about people thinking that following the wizarding world tradition means you are a pure blood that hates Muggleborns"
"Yeah, It is stupid "
"It is, It should not neglect your customs because it makes a few uncomfortable. I guess he was confused, you greeted him as a pure blood yet you are wearing muggle clothes and looking as confused as a muggleborn"
Harry furrowed his lips, "I am not looking confused "
"Of course, you are not"
They entered the pub and Rigel searched with his eyes for Lupin, As he led his brother to where Remus was, Harry tugged on his clothes,
"Do you think he will like me?"
"Why not? He is your godfather, he will love you" Rigel said reassuredly before rolling his eyes internally.
They reached the tawny, young man as he nursed his cup of tea. They both sat across Remus and Remus ordered a cup of chocolate for them.
Smiling kindly at Harry, "My name is Remus, I am your godfather"
"I know" Harry blurted out, then blushed, "Sorry, I am Harry, Merry Meet"
"Merry Meet, Harry"
Rigel shook his head fondly, Harry doesn't know the meaning of subtle. He doesn't have hope for Slytherin.
"Merry Meet, Uncle Remus"
"Merry Meet, Rigel"
Harry looked up to the man with a slight smile as he took another sip of the chocolate, and to his surprise, the man was staring back at him with gentle, yearning eyes. And then an odd sensation came over Harry, and as he looked at the professor~ his warm green eyes, his ruffled, graying hair, his friendly smile~ he couldn't help but feeling that this man wasn't a stranger at all. Something about him seemed oddly familiar.
Harry quickly looked away from the man who however, still looked upon Harry with adoring eyes, and Harry could still see him staring at him out of the corner of his eyes.
Lupin had loved the boy ever since he saw him. He loved Rigel no doubt, but Rigel was always closer to Sirius, whispering in low tones with him. He was ecstatic when James told him to be godfather, and after the godfather ritual, his love for Harry escalated. He had visited him all the time and babysat him when Lily and James desired a night out. He wanted to be there for him all the time.
But now, here he sat, looking at the seven year old boy that he had not seen in six years. His smile faded and his eyes drooped. When Harry needed me the most, I wasn't there. Lupin thought to himself. He needed someone, he needed family, and I wasn't there.
Of course it wasn't from lack of trying. Lupin had tried to visit the boy numerous times, and even gain custody of the kids. But Albus Dumbledore said the blood protection he received from living with his aunt and uncle, was far more than would have been provided had he lived with Lupin, as difficult as that was for Lupin to accept. And being a werewolf, he had thought that couldn't take care of him cause of the full moon.
Still, Lupin could not help but think of how he had failed the boy in not being there for him. He thought of how Harry's life could have been if he took care of him. He wanted that more than anything in the world. That connection. That bond that he had once shared with the infant.
Rigel scoffed, they were acting like a bunch of blushing virgins. And the silencing was becoming awkward to his brother and he needed Harry to be comfortable with Remus before he left for school.
"So, Uncle Remus, how was your night, it was great"
"Oh, did you dream of flying carpets? "
"Yes, how do you know? "
Harry's eyes widened, " Flying carpets, really? Tell me"
Remus launched into a fictional story of flying carpets, he sent Rigel a smile of thanks.
It was safe to say that Harry and Remus have now become quick friends. Remus easily indulged Harrys tale of being the best potions master in the world and other tales Rigel would climb a mountain rather than hear it be repeated for the hundredth time.
"Harry" Remus said with a mischievous smile, "Welcome to Diagon Alley"
Harry looked around with awe at all the shops selling things that he would just, from brooms, to a store with some weird pets but Harry guessed that is normal for the people who shopped here. He was so amazed at all the new things that he saw that he did not notice Remus studying him to see which stores drew his attention most.
Remus saw that three shops attracted Harry's attention the most. The apocothary, the pet store, and the bookstore. He glanced at Rigel who was looking at him, a twitch playing at his lips.
"Where do we start?" Harry questioned Rigel, the lessons from Rigel were the only thing keeping him from bouncing.
"Uncle Remus is our guardian now, Harry, it is only polite to ask him first" Rigel said, taking care not to sound like he was scolding him.
"Uncle Remy, can we go buy potions books" Harry turned large doelike eyes to Remus.
Rigel's lips twitched, perhaps there is hope for Harry.
"O.k"
Remus led Rigel and Harry through Diagon Alley but from Rigel's relaxed face, he had already been here.
They entered Flourish and Blotts, There were not much people in it. As Harry rushed to the books, Rigel touched Remus who looked at him, he dropped the money pouch in his hands.
"It's not right to hold the money when you are the guardian."
"Rigel"
"I know you don't like taking money but this is my parents money, they would have loved you to use their money to take care of us" Rigel assured him, "Besides I have an idea of how you can make money"
"Rigel, nobody will hire a werewolf "
"They don't have to know it is you, now do they" He smirked.
"Uncle Remy, I want this one"
Remus glanced at the title
The Future Potion Master -Mirabelle Hading
"Nice"
Rigel broke out from the sickening sweet sight and went browsing through the books. He went to the divination section and picked a few books.
The Art of Scrying- Lupida Satere
WaterGazing, A way into the future - Roberts Mizer
Crystal Balls, how to make one, how to use one- Calire Dimato
Studies in divination - Cassandra Trewanly
As he brought his books to the counter, he saw Harry and Remus their hands full as they strode to the counter to.
They left Flourish and Blotts and headed to Scribbulus Every changing Ink for quilts and parchment, According to Rigel, Harry just knew the basics of the Wizarding World and he needed private tutoring so benefit one of his station, he had been surprised to find out That Harry was heir Rahl, it was one of the houses that is said to have died out, Lily was not a Muggleborn, it seems.
"I love this one, it says here that they can change colors"
Remus smiled, he had also been very happy when he found that all color ink. Too bad, one of Hogwarts rule is one ink throughout the essay.
"We will buy so you practice your penmanship "
They didn't send much time there, they quickly moved to Konage's Eye Clinic where Harry chose a pair of glasses that were square shape and had sticking charms and ever cleaning spells on them. On their way to Twilfit and Tattings, they passed Quality Quidditich Supplies.
Harry gasped, "Rigel, look, brooms that can fly"
"I can see them"
Seeing his brother was not sharing his enthusiasm, he turned to this new guardian he loved, "Can I get one, please "He whinned.
"Harry..."
"No whining,I know" He responded with a cheeky smile, still looking hopefully at his uncle.
"Okay"
"Cool" He dragged a reluctant Rigel into the store.
"What are the latest brooms "
The attendant looked at their muggle clothes then smirked, "The Comet Six Twenty , came out last week, Two hundred gallons"
Remus looked wary about spending that much money.
Rigel came close and whispered to him," Three fortunes remember "
"We will take two" He couldn't help the smile that came out as the as the attendants eyes widened, "Pack them up with cleaning kits please "
The young man rushed to do as he said, "Of course ,sir "
They left the store and headed to Twilfit and Tattings, Remus looked around curiously, he had never been to Twilfit , it catered for the richer caste and he could clearly see why, the store was clearly bigger than Madam Malkin's Robes for all Occasions and had more attendants.
"Merry Meet, Madam", Rigel greeted a well dressed, middle aged woman who looked like the owner of the store.
"Merry Meet", She looked down at the young lad's hands and saw a familiar crest, "Heir Black"
"I just returned from Scotland and would like a full wardrobe for me and my brother"
"Of course, Heir Black"
Remus watched as Rigel took control of the situation with ease as if it had been done a thousand times.
The woman herself measured both Harry and Rigel and they chose the colors they wanted the clothes in.
"The clothes would be ready in 4 hours"
"My elf would be here to pick it up"
Finally, they entered Finiar's kids where they bought a set of gobstones , a wizarding chess set, a young child's potion kit, a practice wand and other games and toys.
Rigel wore his Potter Heir ring and the Portkey activated, taking them home.
"Wow, are we really going to livehere?"
"Yes" He nodded to his younger brother before facing his uncle, "My apologies, Uncle Remus, I would really like to go to bed and take a nap"
Harry giggled before he smiled and said, "nap is for babies "
"Siesta then"
Rigel walked to his room, he was really tired and sleepy for no reason, immediately he dropped on his bed he was pulled into a dream.
Rigel walked to his room, he was really tired and sleepy for no reason, immediately he dropped on his bed he was pulled into the past.
Soft humming filled the room. The air smelled of baby oils and lavender. Light from the setting sun bathed the nursery walls in a golden glow. A redheaded woman was carrying a squalling infant nt in her arms while her little boy watched on. Rigel recognized the nursery, it was the one in the Potter manor, how could he had thought that returning here was a good idea.
"Darling, would you mind helping Mummy get the baby's bottle? It's time for his feed." Lily Potter rocked the bright-eyed infant soothingly.
"I'll prepare the bottle!" enthused a young boy with tousled raven locks and shining grey eyes, as he scurried to the kitchen counter. He'd seen his Mum make up a bottle before and he was certain he could get it right. After all, he was almost four; all grown-up and ready to help with the baby.
"Be careful with the hot water, dear," Lily reminded her son worriedly. Despite all the baby- proofing charms she and James had implemented, the child unerringly found himself in all sorts of trouble.
'Just like his father,' Lily thought, exasperated.
The boy trotted back into the room, holding the bottle of milk carefully in both hands. There was an air of expectation as he passed the milk to his mother. He tensed, awaiting the verdict. When
Lily merely hummed nonchalantly, the boy drooped like a wilting flower.
Lily chuckled at her son's antics and gave her judgment. "Well done! A perfect bottle." The boy perked up at the compliment, having worried that he had gotten it all wrong.
"Would you like to feed your brother the milk you prepared?" The boy absolutely beamed at the offer and eagerly held his arms out. Lily carefully arranged the precious bundle in the short limbs and handed her son the bottle.
"Hey Hard. Here's your bottle," he cooed softly at his baby brother as he brought the nipple to his lips.
The infant suckled greedily while fisting some of his brother's hair in his pudgy hand.
Eventually, when the bottle ran dry, he picked up a clean flannel to throw over his shoulder. He looked to his mother for assurance, then positioned the baby's head over hid shoulder. Like he'd seen his Mum do, he patted his back tentatively. Finally, a burp erupted and he wrinkled his nose at the smell of sour milk.
"Har needs a change too, Mum" the boy said as he carefully handed his brother over. He then hastily threw the soiled flannel into the hamper.
"Not going to help me with this one?" Lily teased as she deftly prepared a change of nappies at the table.
The boy's face scrunched up adorably as he shook his head 'no'. Much as he adored his brother, he wasn't quite ready to confront his other end. He observed keenly while as his Mum tackled the horros of dirty diapers. When that was done, he offered to tuck the baby in.
As he and his mother tucked the baby in, he peered over the crib at his tiny baby brother.
"He is so small "
"Yes, you were small like this too"
"I wasn't", Harry said with all manner of certainty an almost four year old can give.
"He is so tiny, He is going to need someone to protect him"
It was moments like this that gave Lily Potter pause.
"He has his big brother to protect him and watch over him"
small Rigel smiled then confirmed with a firm nod, "Yes"
He was so thrown out of the dream to another familiar one,
"Stand aside, you silly girl..Stand aside now"
"Please not Harry"
"Avada Kedavra" He intoned with a smile. A flash of green and Lily Potter was no more.
He looked at the boy meant to vanquish him, He could feel the boy's magical power and it was strong. While he didn't kill children, he couldn't let this one live and destroy his work. As though he could tell he was being stared at, Harry Potter woke up and started babbling. Just for a second, the Dark Lord lowered his wand but the baby looked at him, his green eyes bright with power, for the third time that day, the Dark Lord said the killing curse, just this time the results were not like the rest. He watched the flash of green hit the boy, next it rebounded and headed for him. In shock he could only scream as he was torn from his body.
He was thrown into yet another dream. One that filled him with dread,
He could see Harry among the carnage of blood in Hogwarts. Harry and Voldemort where facing each other.
The sun begins to rise and the light hits them both. Voldemort shouts the Killing Curse and Harry shouts to disarm. The spells collide and the Elder Wand flies into the air toward Harry, who catches it with ease as Voldemort falls to the ground. Voldemort spell rebounded, and he lies dead on the floor, Harry standing over him holding two wands.
The next pull was gentler, almost like someone was nudging him there.
A large man lay dead in front of a smaller one, the smaller one raised his head, it was Remus whose face was soaked with tears, he was cradling a baby and pleading hysterically to the two Aurors.
"Please, he is just a child, please"
The female Auror snapped, "The law you beasts shouldn't give birth and not only did you give birth but to the child of a Death Eater Scum"
"Please" Remus cried, his body wearly for child birth.
This child was killed before his eyes and he was taken to the Creature Containment Camp where other wolves scorned him for being familiar to the Boy-Who-Lived who killed the Dark Lord which led them to be imprisoned and dehumanized.
Rigel felt the tugging and followed it, he saw flashes of a bleak future with a whisper, "Magic is dying " and he woke up soaked