Author's Note: Here's the next installment of this story arc. I realise it took me a while - I had the tent scene in my head, but was waiting to see if I felt the need to fill the events between Part Two and Part Three more, so your imagination can fill in the gaps of what it was like for him. Enjoy!
Harry paced within the confines of their quarters. "What is it Prongslet?" Sirius asked in concern.
"Something is wrong," he stated.
"What?" he prompted, expression encouraging.
"Don't know," he muttered and turned to pace back in the other direction. "Something is just…off."
"Come on," he urged, standing. "Let's go see if we can figure out what." Harry shoulders relaxed a fraction as he followed his godfather out, turning to the central part of their settlement without thought.
"Shit," he cursed and burst into a run.
"What?!" Sirius demanded as he followed his godson instantly.
"It's the main tent!" he replied seconds before they saw flames burst into roaring life around it. They reached the tent in seconds, joining the crowd of other circus inhabitants around the blazing structure. Harry's eyes darted across the crowd, trying to check everyone was there. 'No, that wasn't the problem,' he thought with certainty. As it registered, he realised why he needed to be here.
Harry ran toward the tent and P.T. grabbed hold of him. "Don't," the Ringmaster spoke firmly. "Everyone, animals too, are out. We can replace it," he spoke as he read the teen's determined expression.
"Trust me P.T.," he urged. "I need to go in," he spoke with firm authority. Following instinct, the Ringmaster loosened his hold. "Keep everyone out until we tell you it's safe," he spoke, waiting for his companion to nod before running toward the blazing tent, Sirius a step behind him.
They ducked beneath the flames licking along the entrance, and continued on until they were in the centre ring, a calm oasis momentarily free of flame. "Hold your breath Pads," he urged, waiting until his godfather took a breath before following suit. He closed his eyes and tapped into his magic, sending the force of it out to envelope the outer reach of the flames, trapping the eager force within domed confines, preventing it from spreading any further. He ensured that would remain in place and tapped into his core again, sucking all the air out of the tent.
Only once he was certain even the smallest ember was burnt out, did he withdraw his magic and take a breath. His godfather inhaled in the same instant, his smile proud. Harry's lips quirked upward. "They'll come now," Sirius spoke solemnly.
"I know," he replied ruefully. His chin came up. "I'm ready to face the wizarding world again."