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a/n Story dedicated to Moppet Poppet, Cheating Death's 500th reviewer!
Of Western Stars
By neutral
Chapter six - of sour discoveries
* five hours prior *
"You're still here?"
Sirius perked up, but his lips weren't pulled back in a smile nor did he wag his tail excitedly. Something was wrong today. There was a fragility in Harry's voice, a tone of desperation that a six year-old should not have. Harry steps lacked the spring of excitement and energy; Sirius noticed a distinct limp when he approached. Harry sat down beside him slowly, making an obvious effort to be careful.
Sirius whined worriedly, rubbing his head against Harry's hand. He gave him a small smile.
"Sorry I couldn't come earlier. I can't stay very long today either… soccer practice…"Harry said, his voice oddly weak and soft.
Soccer? Since when did Harry play soccer?
"Here, I have some food. I saved it from yesterday."
He pulled a bundle from his pocket and laid it in front of him carefully. Sirius raised an eyebrow.
A hamburger? That was unusual but not unwelcome, although…
Sirius glanced at Harry questioningly, noticing not for the first time, the bones that stood out sharply on his face. Why hadn't he noticed before how much weight his godson lost since his arrival? All these meals came at Harry's own cost. Sirius bit back an overwhelming wave of guilt, edging the bundle towards the boy.
But Harry looked miserably upset, even a bit afraid. "You don't like it? I know it's not very fresh anymore, but it's all I can get today. I ate all the fries yesterday. Do you like fries then? I… I'm sorry…"
Sirius was shocked to see tears rise in Harry's eyes. He seemed genuinely distressed that he wouldn't eat. Sirius shook his head quickly, clamping his teeth over the boy's sleeve and dragging his hand towards the food trying to get his point across.
Harry made a small cry of pain and Sirius dropped his arm in surprise. Did he accidentally bite him without meaning to?
Harry drew his hand back jerkily, clasping it against his chest. For a long time, he was silent, his body slumped over with an odd fatigue and his breathing shallow and uneven. Sirius watched him with growing concern, whining and nudging his cheek apologetically. But when he brushed against Harry's shoulder, the boy gasped and pushed him away.
"No, don't!" Harry choked out.
Sirius blinked, feeling a bit hurt. Harry hadn't pushed him away since the day they first met, and that gesture was like a slap to his face.
"Sorry, I…" Harry swallowed uneasily. "I didn't mean it. You're not mad, right? Please don't be angry…"
Sirius paused at those words. Harry seemed so lost, so desperate for someone who cared. He sounded as if he was frightened of him. Sirius nuzzled his cheek, and Harry smiled shakily. He lifted his hand to stroke his fur, but his expression broke into a grimace and he placed his hand back down quickly.
Sirius observed Harry intently. There was something wrong…
Abruptly, Harry grinned. "I can trust you, Padfoot. I don't know why, but I can. I can't tell him anything. He's hiding too many secrets. You're the only one I can tell these things to. For some reason, I think you can understand me."
Sirius whined, nodding his head in agreement. Harry's unquestioning trust was too much to hope for, he could hardly hide his relief. Was it possible for Harry to retain such distant childhood memories?
A part of his was happy that Harry had valued him so much, but another part screamed guilt and duty to him. Sirius was disappointed at the lack of friends Harry had; he seemed to have no life outside of the daily ventures at the park (and his visits grew day by day). He must have been deprived for him to accept him so easily. For neglected and deprived children, a large but friendly dog was some sort of sanctuary that hid them from the truth of their realities.
A light touch on his head brought him out of his thoughts. Harry fondly stroked the dog's long hair, his fur still smelling of a field of flowers.
"I don't know if he's a friend though," Harry murmured, leaning back against the trunk of a tree as if sitting cost to much energy. "There's something familiar about him, just like you, but at the same time, something tells me I should be afraid of him. I don't know why. It's strange." Harry paused, his emerald eyes clear as they remembered.
Sirius nudged his cheek for encouragement.
"He's teaching people soccer right now. He just came yesterday, Mrs. Figg's nephew…"
What?
That story was suspicious. Arabella never had any family that he knew of. It must be someone there to look for him. Sirius swallowed a growl.
"There's something odd about him. He's a…," Harry wrinkled his brow in thought. "I don't know. It doesn't make any sense, but he's familiar."
Sirius stiffened, his body growing numb. Someone Harry knew? A sense of foreboding was seeping into his bones. It couldn't be…
"Remus. He said his name is Remus Lupin."
Sirius stomach all but disappeared. He could see Harry's mouth moving to form words, but none of it registered in his mind. Remus, his friend. His one true friend of all those years that he falsely named a traitor. What would Remus think of him now? Did he believe his guilt? Did he hate him? Sirius desperately wished he could see his friend but was afraid at the same time.
Abruptly, he noticed Harry had finished talking. The boy was looking at him inquiringly.
"Is something wrong?" Harry asked.
Sirius wagged his tail in an attempt to lighten the mood and distract himself, nuzzling Harry in the ribs. But instead of that burst of laughter, Harry uttered a strangled cry. Harry clambered to his feet, but a fit of coughing overtook him, and he hand to catch the trunk of the tree to steady himself. Sirius barked softly in worry.
"Don't…," Harry choked out, but the rest of his words drowned out as he coughed raggedly.
Sirius shifted, walking around him agitatedly. It was all he could do to stop himself from transforming back to figure out what's wrong with Harry.
Harry's coughs were becoming loud and raspy, sounding suspiciously like the boy had received some damage to an area close to his lungs. His whole body shook with the effort, he barely could draw for breath. Then, with a shuddering gasp, his legs gave out beneath him and Harry collapsed heavily to the floor.
The concern immediately became panic. All the caution and fear of being caught was gone in an instant. Sirius found himself kneeling beside his godson without Padfoot's disguise, gently pulling Harry into a sitting position. He wondered how the boy would react seeing him, but whens Harry's head lolled back lifelessly, Sirius' stomach plummeted.
He eyes were closed; was he dead? No, he can't be. No. No. No.
He breathed a sigh of relief when noticed the steady rise and fall of his chest, but when Sirius pressed his fingers against Harry's neck for a pulse, something caught his eye. Sirius peeled back the collar of his oversized shirt and choked.
Livid bruises, still fresh with the lines of blood, stood out against his pale skin. There were distinct fingerprints against his neck. He unbuttoned the flimsy shirt, trying to examine the extent of the injury, but it another long welt caught his eye. It was thick, but not quite deep enough for a scar. When every inch of cloth revealed a new sea of bruises, Sirius could feel his anger burning to a point past endurance.
Harry was hurt. Someone had hurt him! The Dursleys… Vernon!
Sirius' breath was becoming more and more uneven, his throat painfully tight. After removing Harry's thin jacket, he could make out distinct strips of blood on his back where the fluid had clotted against the shirt. As gently as he could, Sirius tugged away an fringe of the cloth.
Large streaks of purple weaved between recently healing scars laced through the child's back. A distinct shoeprint could be seen on the fragile ribs. Lines of bruises crisscrossed the skin, Sirius' hand shook when he recognized it: a lingering mark of a leather belt, etched in the six year-old's body. He ran his fingers over the frayed skin gently. Sirius growled low in his throat, the rage rushing through every vein like hot fire.
Harry was a child; he never did anything to deserve such a treatment. A completely innocent and naïve little boy, his best friend's son…
At that moment, Sirius wanted nothing more than to clamp his canine teeth over that excuse for a muggle and shred him to pieces.
Harry made a small whimper of pain. Sirius drew his hand back quickly, fearful that he had reopened a poorly healed wound.
"Harry?" he whispered gently, brushing a few strands of hair from the boy's face.
Harry flinched under his touch, squeezing his eyes tightly. Sirius chewed his lip; chest constricting painfully. What had the boy gone through?
Sirius pulled the shirt tightly around the boy, and when that didn't seem to be enough, extracted himself from the remains of his tattered cloak and spread it over him. He pulled the small child close, letting Harry rest his head against the crook of his arm. But even in sleep, Harry's face was twisted in a small grimace of pain.
Sirius gritted his teeth, whole body trembling with barely contained rage.
*
There's some superficiality in this chapter. I don't know why, maybe it's because I wrote something of similar ideas in Cheating Death and I really didn't want to regurgitate it. I tired to summarize it, but then it seemed a bit… superficial?
sorry, trying hard to finish the rest of the story before break ends so I'll have to cut the replies short (well... shorter than usual)! Ack. I think I'll reply to every other chapter or something to that affect... of maybe... donnuo... ack! I feel so guilty! Sorry! I love all your comments! Thank you all so much!
Urania - see, Padfoot's back! Yup, Remus can't deal with really little kids, can he?
Lindsay - well... you're sort of right with both. He got waylaid by Sirius and beaten by Vernon... as for his uncle, well... you can sort of discern here. evil evil Dursley *growl*
Mihoshe - young Harry's are neat! A lot of people make him really hyper though... humm...
hi - no, don't have a nervous breakdown! *offers caffinee pills* Well, it's break so I've been spitting out these at abnormally high speeds. humm... Harry gets really really intutive later on, and I'm getting a bit worried how he's going to manage *sigh* oh well...
SiriusBPadfoot - well, I almost have this story finished! There's a glitch in the middle that needs some fixing *sigh* Cheating Death will be back in no time! *still stays under desk just in case* Remus sort of reminds me of Harry for some reason...
vmr - thanks!
Lynx - Ooo.. are you on break too? I'm glad you're so enthusaistic! Yay! I hope you enjoyed this part!
Rowena Gryffindor AKA Bob - multi personalityed is good... makes life interesting! *mumbles to self too*
Lucus Juseano Maraud - eh? fake little brother? Well... you'll see... Harry gets really, reaaaaaaaaally creepy towards the end. I sort of did it on accident...
Firedrake - Ooo... that's just scary! Remus with annoying kids around the full moon... eek! PMS (post/pre moon syndrome) definitely.
Hippy Flower - yup! Marshmellows! Ooo.. and Dudley too!
ginny5 - I will!
RJLL - yup! The Dursleys are also more abusive in this AU, so leaving Harry with them is just cruel.
Aali Lyah - Remus is a bit naive though... *sigh* oh well... he does get pissed, doesn't he?
Tilly MercS - evil! You just want me alive because I'll write more *pouts* Maybe I'll hide the rest just out of spite! *cackles evilly* that'll lengthen my life span quite a bit... Remus tortured by brats... wow... that's an interesting mental image.
Sherylyn - Remus does seem a lot more composed in PoA. He's a lot more compulsive in here, it gets worse in later chapters... I try to justify his reasoning, but for some reason, he acts a lot like Harry from Cheating Death. *oops... almost typed in Cheating Harry there for a moment...*
Basilisk - wow, really? Soccer is football and the other way around? humm... I wish Americans would just call football something else, I mean, they don't even use their feet! It's so annoying, I mean, what sort of joke are they trying to pull? grrrrr...
MegumiFuu - yeah! Even as a kid too... poor little guy
Jania - *grins* can't imagine Remus trying to play with them, eek. Noo! *wails* not homework...
Teigra - well... Harry is sort of... humm... Harry with Remus? I can just imagine Harry calmly taking to Voldermort about logic, and exeplifying complete control for that one... Soccer/Football for Dummies? Ooo! That'll be interesting!
Moppet Poppet - oh... my... your hammie is a bit... strange... let's say. Wait... your hammie is purple? Wait.... Sidney is a cat? Eh eh eh eh?
Sidney - uhh... I really don't recommend wetting the keyboard. Are you sure you never? *glares suspiciously* aww... I wouldn't slap Moppet! Wow... what does Moppet feed you? *shakes head disapprovingly*
Bumblebee Bucy - *grins* But Harry's creepy cute... ack! Why do I keep thinking that Harry's creepy?
Phoenix - Thanks! I will!
gjegie - ninety-nine? But then... Sirius would be... *sniff*
Luna Rose - i will!
Allocin - yup! Your dream will be modified slightly though, and it involves... umm... make a guess *cackles evilly* Really? Chapter six was about the same length as the chapter before it, but everyone was saying how short it was... strange. Harry does do accidental magic, but only towards the very end. I'm not telling more though... but lets just say, so far, he's repressed. *nod nod*
Kate Potter - thanks!
AllAboutMe - I will!
Taracollowen - good to see you back! Well, I'm cranking this story a lot faster than Cheating Death, so it'll get choppy later on too. Harry still gets bashed, but I feel so much more guilty bashing him! accccccccccck... eh? Hit yourself when aggravated? That's... not healthy. Ooo.. what song are you listening to?
SasseeSam - well, it's very doubtful that people will believe a little kid, even if he is The Boy Who Lived. umm... hummm... Harry actually has more visions than memories. It gets explained later though... Ack! I just gave it away. You didn't hear that!
a/n Story dedicated to Moppet Poppet, Cheating Death's 500th reviewer!
Of Western Stars
By neutral
Chapter six - of sour discoveries
* five hours prior *
"You're still here?"
Sirius perked up, but his lips weren't pulled back in a smile nor did he wag his tail excitedly. Something was wrong today. There was a fragility in Harry's voice, a tone of desperation that a six year-old should not have. Harry steps lacked the spring of excitement and energy; Sirius noticed a distinct limp when he approached. Harry sat down beside him slowly, making an obvious effort to be careful.
Sirius whined worriedly, rubbing his head against Harry's hand. He gave him a small smile.
"Sorry I couldn't come earlier. I can't stay very long today either… soccer practice…"Harry said, his voice oddly weak and soft.
Soccer? Since when did Harry play soccer?
"Here, I have some food. I saved it from yesterday."
He pulled a bundle from his pocket and laid it in front of him carefully. Sirius raised an eyebrow.
A hamburger? That was unusual but not unwelcome, although…
Sirius glanced at Harry questioningly, noticing not for the first time, the bones that stood out sharply on his face. Why hadn't he noticed before how much weight his godson lost since his arrival? All these meals came at Harry's own cost. Sirius bit back an overwhelming wave of guilt, edging the bundle towards the boy.
But Harry looked miserably upset, even a bit afraid. "You don't like it? I know it's not very fresh anymore, but it's all I can get today. I ate all the fries yesterday. Do you like fries then? I… I'm sorry…"
Sirius was shocked to see tears rise in Harry's eyes. He seemed genuinely distressed that he wouldn't eat. Sirius shook his head quickly, clamping his teeth over the boy's sleeve and dragging his hand towards the food trying to get his point across.
Harry made a small cry of pain and Sirius dropped his arm in surprise. Did he accidentally bite him without meaning to?
Harry drew his hand back jerkily, clasping it against his chest. For a long time, he was silent, his body slumped over with an odd fatigue and his breathing shallow and uneven. Sirius watched him with growing concern, whining and nudging his cheek apologetically. But when he brushed against Harry's shoulder, the boy gasped and pushed him away.
"No, don't!" Harry choked out.
Sirius blinked, feeling a bit hurt. Harry hadn't pushed him away since the day they first met, and that gesture was like a slap to his face.
"Sorry, I…" Harry swallowed uneasily. "I didn't mean it. You're not mad, right? Please don't be angry…"
Sirius paused at those words. Harry seemed so lost, so desperate for someone who cared. He sounded as if he was frightened of him. Sirius nuzzled his cheek, and Harry smiled shakily. He lifted his hand to stroke his fur, but his expression broke into a grimace and he placed his hand back down quickly.
Sirius observed Harry intently. There was something wrong…
Abruptly, Harry grinned. "I can trust you, Padfoot. I don't know why, but I can. I can't tell him anything. He's hiding too many secrets. You're the only one I can tell these things to. For some reason, I think you can understand me."
Sirius whined, nodding his head in agreement. Harry's unquestioning trust was too much to hope for, he could hardly hide his relief. Was it possible for Harry to retain such distant childhood memories?
A part of his was happy that Harry had valued him so much, but another part screamed guilt and duty to him. Sirius was disappointed at the lack of friends Harry had; he seemed to have no life outside of the daily ventures at the park (and his visits grew day by day). He must have been deprived for him to accept him so easily. For neglected and deprived children, a large but friendly dog was some sort of sanctuary that hid them from the truth of their realities.
A light touch on his head brought him out of his thoughts. Harry fondly stroked the dog's long hair, his fur still smelling of a field of flowers.
"I don't know if he's a friend though," Harry murmured, leaning back against the trunk of a tree as if sitting cost to much energy. "There's something familiar about him, just like you, but at the same time, something tells me I should be afraid of him. I don't know why. It's strange." Harry paused, his emerald eyes clear as they remembered.
Sirius nudged his cheek for encouragement.
"He's teaching people soccer right now. He just came yesterday, Mrs. Figg's nephew…"
What?
That story was suspicious. Arabella never had any family that he knew of. It must be someone there to look for him. Sirius swallowed a growl.
"There's something odd about him. He's a…," Harry wrinkled his brow in thought. "I don't know. It doesn't make any sense, but he's familiar."
Sirius stiffened, his body growing numb. Someone Harry knew? A sense of foreboding was seeping into his bones. It couldn't be…
"Remus. He said his name is Remus Lupin."
Sirius stomach all but disappeared. He could see Harry's mouth moving to form words, but none of it registered in his mind. Remus, his friend. His one true friend of all those years that he falsely named a traitor. What would Remus think of him now? Did he believe his guilt? Did he hate him? Sirius desperately wished he could see his friend but was afraid at the same time.
Abruptly, he noticed Harry had finished talking. The boy was looking at him inquiringly.
"Is something wrong?" Harry asked.
Sirius wagged his tail in an attempt to lighten the mood and distract himself, nuzzling Harry in the ribs. But instead of that burst of laughter, Harry uttered a strangled cry. Harry clambered to his feet, but a fit of coughing overtook him, and he hand to catch the trunk of the tree to steady himself. Sirius barked softly in worry.
"Don't…," Harry choked out, but the rest of his words drowned out as he coughed raggedly.
Sirius shifted, walking around him agitatedly. It was all he could do to stop himself from transforming back to figure out what's wrong with Harry.
Harry's coughs were becoming loud and raspy, sounding suspiciously like the boy had received some damage to an area close to his lungs. His whole body shook with the effort, he barely could draw for breath. Then, with a shuddering gasp, his legs gave out beneath him and Harry collapsed heavily to the floor.
The concern immediately became panic. All the caution and fear of being caught was gone in an instant. Sirius found himself kneeling beside his godson without Padfoot's disguise, gently pulling Harry into a sitting position. He wondered how the boy would react seeing him, but whens Harry's head lolled back lifelessly, Sirius' stomach plummeted.
He eyes were closed; was he dead? No, he can't be. No. No. No.
He breathed a sigh of relief when noticed the steady rise and fall of his chest, but when Sirius pressed his fingers against Harry's neck for a pulse, something caught his eye. Sirius peeled back the collar of his oversized shirt and choked.
Livid bruises, still fresh with the lines of blood, stood out against his pale skin. There were distinct fingerprints against his neck. He unbuttoned the flimsy shirt, trying to examine the extent of the injury, but it another long welt caught his eye. It was thick, but not quite deep enough for a scar. When every inch of cloth revealed a new sea of bruises, Sirius could feel his anger burning to a point past endurance.
Harry was hurt. Someone had hurt him! The Dursleys… Vernon!
Sirius' breath was becoming more and more uneven, his throat painfully tight. After removing Harry's thin jacket, he could make out distinct strips of blood on his back where the fluid had clotted against the shirt. As gently as he could, Sirius tugged away an fringe of the cloth.
Large streaks of purple weaved between recently healing scars laced through the child's back. A distinct shoeprint could be seen on the fragile ribs. Lines of bruises crisscrossed the skin, Sirius' hand shook when he recognized it: a lingering mark of a leather belt, etched in the six year-old's body. He ran his fingers over the frayed skin gently. Sirius growled low in his throat, the rage rushing through every vein like hot fire.
Harry was a child; he never did anything to deserve such a treatment. A completely innocent and naïve little boy, his best friend's son…
At that moment, Sirius wanted nothing more than to clamp his canine teeth over that excuse for a muggle and shred him to pieces.
Harry made a small whimper of pain. Sirius drew his hand back quickly, fearful that he had reopened a poorly healed wound.
"Harry?" he whispered gently, brushing a few strands of hair from the boy's face.
Harry flinched under his touch, squeezing his eyes tightly. Sirius chewed his lip; chest constricting painfully. What had the boy gone through?
Sirius pulled the shirt tightly around the boy, and when that didn't seem to be enough, extracted himself from the remains of his tattered cloak and spread it over him. He pulled the small child close, letting Harry rest his head against the crook of his arm. But even in sleep, Harry's face was twisted in a small grimace of pain.
Sirius gritted his teeth, whole body trembling with barely contained rage.
*
There's some superficiality in this chapter. I don't know why, maybe it's because I wrote something of similar ideas in Cheating Death and I really didn't want to regurgitate it. I tired to summarize it, but then it seemed a bit… superficial?
sorry, trying hard to finish the rest of the story before break ends so I'll have to cut the replies short (well... shorter than usual)! Ack. I think I'll reply to every other chapter or something to that affect... of maybe... donnuo... ack! I feel so guilty! Sorry! I love all your comments! Thank you all so much!
Urania - see, Padfoot's back! Yup, Remus can't deal with really little kids, can he?
Lindsay - well... you're sort of right with both. He got waylaid by Sirius and beaten by Vernon... as for his uncle, well... you can sort of discern here. evil evil Dursley *growl*
Mihoshe - young Harry's are neat! A lot of people make him really hyper though... humm...
hi - no, don't have a nervous breakdown! *offers caffinee pills* Well, it's break so I've been spitting out these at abnormally high speeds. humm... Harry gets really really intutive later on, and I'm getting a bit worried how he's going to manage *sigh* oh well...
SiriusBPadfoot - well, I almost have this story finished! There's a glitch in the middle that needs some fixing *sigh* Cheating Death will be back in no time! *still stays under desk just in case* Remus sort of reminds me of Harry for some reason...
vmr - thanks!
Lynx - Ooo.. are you on break too? I'm glad you're so enthusaistic! Yay! I hope you enjoyed this part!
Rowena Gryffindor AKA Bob - multi personalityed is good... makes life interesting! *mumbles to self too*
Lucus Juseano Maraud - eh? fake little brother? Well... you'll see... Harry gets really, reaaaaaaaaally creepy towards the end. I sort of did it on accident...
Firedrake - Ooo... that's just scary! Remus with annoying kids around the full moon... eek! PMS (post/pre moon syndrome) definitely.
Hippy Flower - yup! Marshmellows! Ooo.. and Dudley too!
ginny5 - I will!
RJLL - yup! The Dursleys are also more abusive in this AU, so leaving Harry with them is just cruel.
Aali Lyah - Remus is a bit naive though... *sigh* oh well... he does get pissed, doesn't he?
Tilly MercS - evil! You just want me alive because I'll write more *pouts* Maybe I'll hide the rest just out of spite! *cackles evilly* that'll lengthen my life span quite a bit... Remus tortured by brats... wow... that's an interesting mental image.
Sherylyn - Remus does seem a lot more composed in PoA. He's a lot more compulsive in here, it gets worse in later chapters... I try to justify his reasoning, but for some reason, he acts a lot like Harry from Cheating Death. *oops... almost typed in Cheating Harry there for a moment...*
Basilisk - wow, really? Soccer is football and the other way around? humm... I wish Americans would just call football something else, I mean, they don't even use their feet! It's so annoying, I mean, what sort of joke are they trying to pull? grrrrr...
MegumiFuu - yeah! Even as a kid too... poor little guy
Jania - *grins* can't imagine Remus trying to play with them, eek. Noo! *wails* not homework...
Teigra - well... Harry is sort of... humm... Harry with Remus? I can just imagine Harry calmly taking to Voldermort about logic, and exeplifying complete control for that one... Soccer/Football for Dummies? Ooo! That'll be interesting!
Moppet Poppet - oh... my... your hammie is a bit... strange... let's say. Wait... your hammie is purple? Wait.... Sidney is a cat? Eh eh eh eh?
Sidney - uhh... I really don't recommend wetting the keyboard. Are you sure you never? *glares suspiciously* aww... I wouldn't slap Moppet! Wow... what does Moppet feed you? *shakes head disapprovingly*
Bumblebee Bucy - *grins* But Harry's creepy cute... ack! Why do I keep thinking that Harry's creepy?
Phoenix - Thanks! I will!
gjegie - ninety-nine? But then... Sirius would be... *sniff*
Luna Rose - i will!
Allocin - yup! Your dream will be modified slightly though, and it involves... umm... make a guess *cackles evilly* Really? Chapter six was about the same length as the chapter before it, but everyone was saying how short it was... strange. Harry does do accidental magic, but only towards the very end. I'm not telling more though... but lets just say, so far, he's repressed. *nod nod*
Kate Potter - thanks!
AllAboutMe - I will!
Taracollowen - good to see you back! Well, I'm cranking this story a lot faster than Cheating Death, so it'll get choppy later on too. Harry still gets bashed, but I feel so much more guilty bashing him! accccccccccck... eh? Hit yourself when aggravated? That's... not healthy. Ooo.. what song are you listening to?
SasseeSam - well, it's very doubtful that people will believe a little kid, even if he is The Boy Who Lived. umm... hummm... Harry actually has more visions than memories. It gets explained later though... Ack! I just gave it away. You didn't hear that!