Hey, people it's time fir chap nine since I got so many great reviews.
Disclaimer: nope still not j.k Rowling so don't ask again.
To laura-stewart: thanks for the reviews and yes I'll make Harry small, I can see him being some where around 5'4 or something close to it :J.
Oh and I know that Dumbledore isn't really himself but it's what i think he would say.
P.S if you want to know what kind of staircase and living room I'm talking about search double curved staircases on Google and find the master wood link at the bottom of page one.
And i still need someone who can write abuse scenes better than i can, were going to need them, or even ideas. feel free to message me on here anytime.
Now lets keep the story going shall we?
Remus wasn't sure he had ever seen Sirius move so fast in his lifetime. Not when he was chasing Pettigrew or even when he was racing to save Harry for the department of mysteries. But then again he had never moved that fast either.
In a rush Sirius and Remus both ran up the one of the double curved staircases and basically flew on to the landing to head left into the hallway that would lead them to Harry's door.
As they got closer and closer to his room the screams intensified, it almost made Sirius get sick to know that a sound that painful was coming from his godson.
Finally, after what seemed like it took them eons they made it to his door that very fortunately didn't have a locking spell or silencing charm on it.
Remus made it to the door handle before Sirius could and opened it excepting to find their worst nightmare come alive about what was happening to Harry.
They both busted through the door with their wands at the ready and them ready to fight anything that was after their Harry. (A/n yes Sirius got his wand back after his trial.)
But they found no death eaters attacking their cub and no dark wizard over his bed hexing him into all this pain.
Instead, all they found was Harry curled in a ball on his bed with his eyes screwed shut and his screaming mouth and head buried into his own arms. Sirius and Remus could both see him shaking and sweating through the only sheet that he had on. You could tell by all of his blankets that were twisted up at his feet that he had kicked them off while he slept.
Once figuring out that Harry was in no moral danger and was, only suffering a terrible nightmare Sirius finally decided that it was his time to be a parental figure. Very cautiously he moved to Harry's bed and put one hand on the chosen one's shoulder and gently began to shake it and another on his forehead to rake his fingers through our seekers black unruly wet hair.
Remus took his position for when his cub awoke by kneeling at the edge of his bed and putting a hand on his forearm as he slowly tried to unfold Harry's arms.
"Shhh… It's alright Harry, wake up and it will all be over." Sirius whispered lovingly into the air hoping that some how the boy-who-lived would hear him. He knew that he sounded like he was talking to a smaller child and not some one like Harry at all but at the moment he could care less. He figured Harry would need the comfort after coming out of a dream that was that bad.
Once Harry's screams died down a little more to where they were just tiny growls from the back of his throat and his panting breath Sirius began to speak again, "That's it, come on pup wake up."
Some where in the back of his head Harry could tell that someone was speaking to him. Their tone was soft and comforting, but he couldn't seem to make himself wake fully.
Part of his mind was still stuck in his nightmare, no he didn't dream of Voldemort or of his parents dying again. This was one dream that lurked in the wide corners of his mind until summer came back around. This one dream never showed up at Hogwarts where he had many more things to worry about and was always the same. It always involved his uncle, aunt and of course his cousin, it always had him getting starved and beaten, and it always made his scream. But this time there was a twist in it.
Yes, most things had gone as they usually did his uncle would scream at him and knock him against the wall then all of the hits and kicks would start happening. Usually after that he would see his horse like aunt smirking and laughing in the doorway. Dudley would then walk up the stairs and join in on his uncles 'fun'. It would always end in him blacking out in his dream to the sounds of his uncles screaming about how he was useless and worthless and how much of an evil freakish specimen of a boy he was. The comments would get louder and louder until they became his reality.
He would always come back into the world with his uncle-yelling straight into his face to shut up and stop that miserable screaming because it was waking all of the normal people in the house up. Their little chat mostly likely would end in Vernon smacking Harry hard across the face and then stomping back into his own room.
Maybe that was why he was so scared to wake back up and why he kept clutching on to that horrible dream, he thought that his uncle would be the face he woke up to, not that soft comforting voice he heard some where in his brain.
But before I get ahead of myself there was a twist in his last nightmare. Instead of having him end it with him passing out as if a dementors were in the room this time both Sirius and Remus showed up and were agreeing right along with uncle Vernon, they then began to hit him as he uncle did before.
But they wouldn't do that would they? The very thought made him want to shake, when he was with them he finally felt safe.
Finally he some how convinced himself to come wake up and face whoever was there when he opened his eyes.
He was in luck when he did open them and in fact found his godfather and Remus standing next to him in his bed.
Sirius seemed both scared and relieved that Harry was awake; however when he looked over Remus looked overly concerned.
Then it dawned on Harry that they weren't as familiar to his nightmares as Ron or his uncles were.
"Harry are you alright?" Remus finally asked once Harry had taken enough time to catch his breath and grab his glasses.
Before he answered he looked over at Sirius and Remus and he scooted back into the corner between his wall and the headboard. He carefully drew his knees up to his chest and brought the blanket up to his waist while he took in a shaky breath and drew an even more shaky hand into his hair.
"Y yeah, yeah d don't worry at a all sorry for waking you up." he said with a slight stutter. He blamed it on the cause that they would do what his uncle Vernon did when he had them on privet drive.
No matter how hard he possibly tried he just couldn't shake that thought from darkening his usually bright mind.
"Harry you didn't wake us up we were just talking down stairs." Remus said in a soothing voice.
"Besides I missed out on half your life I should be able to give you some comfort for a silly old nightmare." Sirius said trying hard to hide the bitterness from his voice, the last thing he wanted was for Harry to get more upset. And some how he knew that Harry would blame himself for Sirius being locked away in Azkaban. He didn't know how he knew but he guessed it was because he knew Harry usually put the blame for things on himself… Even if he had nothing to do with them.
'Seriously guys it's alright, I've dealt with many nightmares before this one isn't different at all."
"Rubbish, cub come on down stairs and I'll get you some hot chocolate." Remus said as he stood up and held out his hand for Harry to take.
With a look to Remus's face and then one back to his offered hand Harry took it without a second thought. These men defiantly weren't his uncle Vernon. Once on his feet he was let go of Remus's hand and was lead by him out the door to go into the kitchen.
Sirius got up also and followed them outside the room and into the hallway, he steps landing right beside Harry's as the walked down the stairs though not a word was spoken between anyone as they walked to the kitchen.
"He always did have an obsession with chocolate." Sirius whispered quietly to Harry when they were
Sitting together at the table and Remus pulled a chocolate bar out of a cupboard to make hot chocolate with.
"I remember that form my third year." Harry said in a slightly airy tone. For some reason on his first day at his new home he didn't feel like talking.
"You sure you're feeling alright Harry?" Sirius asked. He was carefully eyeing his godson who was currently slumped over in his chair while crossing his arms on the table.
"Yeah I'm fine, just didn't get much sleep." Harry lied easily. He wasn't about to tell Sirius and Remus of his nightmare of his uncle coming after him. One of the things that did scare him though was that he was getting to good at this lying business. If he didn't stop then he would never be able to tell Remus or his godfather the truth about the Dursleys.
Without Harry seeing Remus looked over his shoulder at Sirius and gave him a worried look, it was one that he returned also. He thought that his godson would have been happy to be living at their home together but things weren't going the way he thought they would.
It was a good thing he had Remus with him. He had always been so much better at all that touchy feely stuff than Sirius was and by the looks of Harry he would need someone like that around.
"Would you like to go back to sleep?" Sirius questioned. But all Harry did was shake his head and added a quick really I'm fine before Sirius could open his mouth and protest.
"Well then cub drink up." Remus said as he gently sat a cup in front of Sirius, Harry, and then one down for himself.
Although Sirius began wolfing his down Harry took to just staring at his. Suddenly he wasn't very thirsty. He had a odd feeling like he wanted to be stuck in a room with out any light so he would have some time to just lie down.
But at the same time he also wanted to be around Sirius and Remus all day. This was even more confusing for him then when he didn't know why Sirius was avoiding him.
Desperate for a subject change Sirius looked over at Remus with pleading eyes. It happened that Remus had exactly what he needed.
"It's almost eight o'clock that means that Dumbledore will be here soon." Remus commented, while taking a second to look over at the flo entrance.
"Dumbledore is coming, why?" Harry questioned with brows frowning.
"I was wondering that too." Sirius jumped in.
"Here he sent this over yesterday…" Remus said as he went through his briefcase.
So he passed a large white piece of parchment over to Harry and Sirius, it clearly read…
Dear Remus, Sirius, and of course Harry,
I am very happy to know that you all are finally living together in your new home. I would also like to let you know that I will be visiting your quarters at promptly eight o'clock on Sunday. I am wishing to talk to Harry about an idea I have for him. With all the best wishes to you all in the wizarding world.
Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore
Harry must have read the letter over and over again. Why in the world would headmaster Dumbledore want to talk to him? Well… besides the fact the fact that Voldemort was back.
Before Sirius could open his mouth to comment on the letter that was sent, the clock struck eight. In addition, like clockwork Dumbledore entered their home through the roomy fireplace.
"Ah gentlemen thank you so much for taking time out of your day for this short meeting." the headmaster declared as he swiftly moved into the room.
Remus nodded with a smile while Sirius jumped right into his questioning.
"Dumbledore its Harry's first day here what in the world would you want to discuss with him?" Harry's godfather asked. Hoping that it was not about a random death eater or he who should not be named. He thought that his pup needed some time to relax before he went back into all of that chaos.
Moreover, in fact he was in luck, "I had a suggestion for our young Mr. Potter." Dumbledore said as if it was the simplest thing in the world. His eyes kept there blue twinkle the whole time he talked.
"What suggestion sir?" Harry asked tentatively.
"I would like you Harry to keep a pensive, one with all of your memories from the dursleys and from the wizarding world for if we shall ever need them again." he explained.
The chosen one happened to be very ok with idea. It wasn't as if he was training every day and it might help him later in some way. The only thing he wasn't so keen on was using his memories from the dursleys.
This was the wizarding world! Why would he need some one being able to look right into a cup and see the abuse that went on at the muggle house he used to live in?
Sirius happened to be on his side too, "No offence sir but why would Harry need a pensive?"
He was then meant with a swift kick to his shin under the table and a glare from Remus when he looked up. The old werewolf had never really been that happy about questioning the old headmaster's ways.
Dumbledore again seemed to come in right on time. " that Sirius Is because of the war, Harry is our main solider and a pensive will help him bring back old memories he might need and clear his mind for when he fights, with Voldemort being back and so forth."
Padfoot started to open his mouth again but before he could, Harry had his mind made up.
"I'll do it sir; it doesn't seem like that much work."
Remus gave a small smile to his young cub before looking back to the headmaster. He was proud at how willingly Harry would take on a new challenge.
"When will we start all of this?" the werewolf asked. Suddenly hoping that it wouldn't case his, Sirius's, and Harry's time together to be shortened. He didn't want to show it but he was just as giddy as Sirius was about having Harry live with them. They had gotten along quite well at Hogwarts and him being James's son and practically his godson to made it all the better.
"I would like to start with Harry on this tomorrow, it would give him a chance to settle in here before we start."
Sirius and Remus silently agreed with him. The next thing they knew they were all saying their goodbyes to the headmaster and watching him take the fireplace back to his office.
"Harry why don't you go upstairs and start unpacking and moving things around in your room, we'll cook some breakfast down here for you." Remus suggested.
For the first time that day, Harry looked up completely shocked. It was clear to him that he was no longer at the dursleys anymore.
If he were then it would be him cooking the dinner and since it was already about nine either he would be getting beaten for not having something right by then or he would be quickly eating the measly water, bread, and cheese they gave him before hi uncle thought to take it away.
So he stupidly opened his mouth, "I can cook it if you want Remus I used to do It all the time back at the dursleys." oh no, there was that subconscious talking again. The one part of his mind that always brought up the dursleys abuse…. The topic for them tonight, child labor.
"What?" Sirius asked trying not to raise his voice, something smelled fishy about this. It was that and the fact that the thought of Harry cooking made him feel guilty. As he had said before he would much rather be doing things for Harry then the other way around.
"It's nothing, just something I did when my aunt was busy." he said with a slightly shaky voice. There was that lying again also.
It was like one-step forward about the abuse he suffered then the next time he talked one more step back, clearly, he was getting nowhere.
Remus looked as though he didn't believe him and so did Sirius. So before the two brought anything up that would lead to Harry having a nervous break down in trying to cover it he hastily walked backwards while saying, " so, Remus was right I'll just go upstairs and put everything away."
And with that being said, he left a very confused werewolf and animagus in his wake.
"I have a feeling there's more to this than he lets on." Sirius commented once his godson was out of there sight.
Remus nodded in agreement with him. "I do too," he quickly turned around and walked from the dinning room that they had all been in to the kitchen that wasn't that far away.
That was one of the reason they got the house all the rooms had opened arch's and weren't circled each other. Both of the older wizards like the idea being able to be in different rooms and still see Harry. The werewolf began to put away the things from the hot chocolate he made and getting things out to start breakfast with.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw Sirius get up to head upstairs and talk to Harry.
"Leave him for now Padfoot, clearly after that he doesn't want to talk about it."
Sirius opened his mouth to again say something back but it seemed that Remus wasn't quite finished trying to convince him.
"And who knows maybe you'll get a peck into his pensive and see what has Harry all wounded up about this dursleys thing." He finished.
Immediately a wonderful idea popped into Pad foot's head. But he wouldn't share it with moony because he knew that he would intervene.
That's exactly what he was going to do he would look inside Harry's pensive.
