Chapter 37

Patronus and Rituals

The rest of the night was spent in a hazy bliss. Harry spent it entirely with Tom, kissing or dancing depending on their mood. They had to leave at midnight, Tom escorting Harry away from everyone before giving him a final kiss and promise to see him soon. Harry used the envelope to return to Hogwarts, appearing right where he disappeared. He still felt the adrenaline from the night and giggled to himself as he went to bed. It was there that he noticed his dick. It was hard, very hard, and stood at full attention.

Harry heard from Blaise about what this was called, he was having an erection, but he didn't know what to do with it. He wanted to touch it. He pushed his pants down and breathed at the sight of his dick. His hands trembled as he gripped it, the flesh feeling hot under his touch. He moved his wrist and groaned. His dick pulsed in response. It felt good. He moved his wrist again and gasped. His nipples hardened and his brain flashed to Tom, hearing his deep chuckle as he continued to pump his wrist up and down his cock. It felt dry so he moved his hand to his face and licked it before grabbing his dick again, the wet feeling making his dick shudder.

He stopped as an idea popped in his head. He took his shirt off and brought his free hand to a nipple. He squeezed the nub between two fingers and moaned loudly. It felt too good. He continued to play with his nipple like that, squeezing and pulling as he continued to jerk his dick off, a pressure building deep inside him. It was like he had to pee. Still, he was moaning too loudly, Tom's voice playing in his head that he didn't care if he wet the bed—in fact, a sick part of him thought that would be hot. The pressure build and build but Harry couldn't stop. It felt too good, his brain was floating in an erotic bliss that made thinking hard. All that went through his head was the pleasure from his dick and chest, and the ever-building pressure inside his balls. "Fuck!" he screamed, and his dick exploded, rope after rope of thick creamy cum spraying from it. He moaned through his first climax, painting his stomach with cum. His cheeks blushed heavily as he breathed deeply. He let go of his dick and tiredly dragged a finger up his stomach and chest. He scooped up the cum and just stared at it for a moment.

"Lick it," a voice inside his mind commanded. Harry swallowed and brought his fingers to his mouth. His tongue stuck out shyly, and he pressed the cum-covered fingertips against it. It was warm, salty… but Harry liked it. He gathered more and licked his fingers clean, finding that he loved the taste even more. He licked himself clean, almost like a cat giving himself a bath. Then, clean but still feeling sticky and exhausted, Harry fell asleep.

Harry was glad when the rest of the school came back after New Year, and the Slytherin Dungeon became crowded once more. His friends immediately cornered him the first opportunity they had and began speaking about Yule. "He was so handsome!" Pansy said, "I cannot believe that that was the Dark Lord!"

"Pansy, quiet down!" Draco whispered. "Harry doesn't want them to know about him yet—right?"

"Yeah," Harry nodded. "That's why he went like this, he wants his followers to only know him as his glamour."

"Ohh," Pansy said, nodding, "I see, um sorry, Harry."

"Don't worry about it," Harry smiled. "I'm sure he wants to meet you all as well, but Yule was about us and our Ritual of Announcement. It wasn't a really good place to introduce my boyfriend."

"That's one way to put it," Blaise chuckled. "You should have heard my mother; she had some very interesting comments about your kissing and dancing Harry."

Harry's cheeks turned red, "I hope she isn't mad at me," he said as Salem jumped on his lap. The cat decided to sprawl against his and Blaise's laps as Blaise laughed.

"No! She was actually cheering," Harry's best friend cheered as both just started idly petting his cat. "She kept going about how cute it was that you found someone before asking me question after question about who he is."

"What did you say?" Harry asked.

"That he was your boyfriend," Blaise shrugged. 'Umm… that is your relationship, right?"

"Yeah, it is," Harry grinned. "He's defiantly my boyfriend now."

"That's fantastic," Blaise said, returning Harry's smile. Draco nodded along as did the rest of the group. "Still, it's a bit unfair, you know, he stole you for the rest of the night," Blaise said.

"So? He was with his boyfriend," Daphne said, giving Blaise a look, "You wouldn't understand." Both Harry and Theo blushed, and they shared a look.

"Anyway, what did the Voice of the Dark want to talk to you about, Harry?" Theo asked. "I saw you and him speaking before the Dark Lord got you."

"Oh, right, he wanted to talk to me about my goal as well as give me a Yule gift," Harry said. "It was a book of Dark Arts, I haven't really started looking through it yet."

"Ohh can I see?" Theo asked, leaning forward excitedly.

"Yeah, it's in my trunk, one second," Harry nodded. He gently scooped Salem off of his lap onto Blaise's and ran upstairs to get the book the Voice gave him. He returned and showed it to Theo. "Woah," Theo said immediately. "Harry! This is a first edition! Do you know how old this is?"

"About fifty or so years, that's what he told me," Harry shrugged. "Like I said, I haven't had a chance to look through it yet. But I can't wait, honestly. It's like a tingling sensation, holding this book and just thinking about everything it can teach me."

"Open it! Open it!" Pansy said excitedly.

Draco rolled his eyes and said in a drawling voice, "Honestly Pansy, I never thought you would be excited for a book. I almost forgot that you knew how to read."

"Shut up Malfoy! Harry and Theo's excitement is just rubbing off on me," Pansy snapped back. Harry chuckled and took the book carefully as he opened to the first page, which was an introduction.

To my dear reader,

It excites me so to have this book in your hands. In these pages are a lifetime of knowledge, research, and my personal voyage into the darkest depths of the Dark Arts. It has always been my life's dream to catalog everything I have learned. It is my way, after my long life, to show respect to Dark Magic which is why I've titled it the way I have. As Dark Wizards I believe that we have full control over the Dark Arts, and through that control, we show respect to the Dark Arts. This is what this book is really about: Respect. Respect of your power, of the power of Dark Magic, and respect of the unlimited things you can accomplish through it. Changing into two Animagus forms, controlling your enemies' thoughts with a wave of your hand, enhancing your mind, body, spirit, and more. Dark Magic is unlimited, my dear reader, and here is just a small fraction of what you can learn. A small fraction, sadly, because of the blasted Light.

The Light is a villain! All of them!

Harry stopped reading and started to skim as for the rest of the page, the author went on a rant about his hatred towards the light. He flipped the pages towards the table of contents and read through it. "It all sounds so useful," he said after a moment. "Look at this! Two animagi forms," he pointed to a chapter.

"Impressive," Theo said, looking at the book greedily. "Umm Harry, when you're done reading, do you think I can?"

"Of course, yeah," Harry nodded. He has gotten comfortable once more next to Blaise and opened the book to read.

Classes started again the next day. The last thing anyone felt like doing was spending two hours on the grounds on a raw January morning, but Hagrid had provided a bonfire full of salamander for their enjoyment, and they spent an unusually good lesson collecting dry wood and leaves to keep the fire blazing while the flame-loving lizards scampered up and down the crumbling, white-hot logs. The first Divination lesson of the new term was much less fun; Professor Trelawney was now teaching them palmistry, and she lost no time in informing Harry that he had the shortest lifeline she had ever seen.

It was Defense Against the Dark Arts that Harry was keen to get to; he wanted to get started on his anti-dementor lessons as soon as possible.

"Ah yes," Lupin said when Harry reminded him of his promise at the end of class. "Let me see … how about eight o'clock on Thursday evening? In my office. I'll have to think carefully about how we're going to do this. … We can't bring a real dementor into the castle to practice on."

"He still looks ill," Pansy commented as they walked down the corridor, heading to dinner. "What is even the matter with him?"

"I'm not exactly sure," Daphne said, "but he's still the best we ever had."

"Snape wasn't bad with that one lesson on werewolves," Draco commented. Blaise hummed along and nodded.

"Strange, though," he said, "that Professor Lupin seems to be ill so frequently."

"I hope he's okay," Pansy said.

"Anyway, Harry, have you figured out what the first spell you want to try out from the Voice's book?" Theo asked.

"Yeah, I'll show you in the common room," Harry nodded.

After dinner, Harry pulled out his copy of Per Tenebris ego imperium and opened it to the middle of the book. "The Animagus ritual," Harry said excitedly. "Being able to turn into two animals sounds amazing!" He placed the book open in the middle of the table so Theo and anyone else can lean forward to read the opening page for the chapter.

To become an Animagus normally, the process includes the potential Animagi to hold a mandrake leaf in their mouth for a month and use said leaf to create a potion as well as reciting 'Amato Animo Animato Animagus' daily during the entire process. The Light's procedure to turn into an animal is long, complicated, and can lead to disastrous results including but not limited to: death, partial transformation, splinting and suffering a lifetime of coughing up hairballs or living with other animalistic characteristics. All of this effort just to turn into one animal.

However, with the blessing of the Dark Arts, there is a way to reproduce this methodology with greater results and, better yet, with no unnecessary risk to the participant. As with any other life-altering ritual, it is best to perform on one of the Eight Holidays as it is during these times that the Dark Wizard is connected mentally and magically with Dark Magic. You will still need the potion; however, the mandrake leaf will only need to be in your mouth for a week as Dark Magic knows you intimately and will always help with your rituals. Best of all, you do not need to wait for a lightning storm as the Light Wizards must. The Dark will bring the storm to you. On the next page, you will find a recording of everything I have learned about Animagi through observation and experience as well as instructions for the potions later on and warnings that all Dark Wizards should know about asking the Dark Arts for favors. For as always, the further you walk into the Dark the father you are from the Light.

"This all sounds brilliant," Theo said, "So you're going to do it?"

"Yeah, I am," Harry said excitedly. "I won't be able to do it on Imbolc, however, there's not enough time to prepare." He flipped through the book, "From what I can see, it still needs a month to prepare myself, but by Ostara I know I can do it."

"That's good," Theo said, "Did you know that we have no rituals at all to do on Imbolc? Well usually, sometimes people rush. But Imbolc is often seen as a 'Woman's holiday' due to its history with the name Brigid coming up in numerous resources in different roles. It is the midpoint between winter and spring and seen as a preparation holiday for the coming of spring."

"Yes Theo, we knew that," Pansy drawled. "I'm sure that everyone here knew that."

"Oh… right, sorry," Theo said, his cheeks blushing. "I just got a bit too excited there, sorry."

"Don't worry about it," Harry said, patting Theo on the back. "How about you help me with the potion for my ritual? And then when I'm done, you can see if you want to do it yourself."

That perked Theo right up and he agreed immediately, going into detail about how Harry can perform the ritual to perfection as well as how Theo will do all the research he can so he can have everything they need to do memorized.

At eight o'clock on Thursday evening, Harry left Slytherin Dungeon for Professor Lupin's office. Professor Lupin was waiting for him with a large packing case.

"What's that?" Harry asked.

"Another boggart," Lupin said. "I've been combing the castle ever since Tuesday, and very luckily, I found this one lurking inside Mr. Filch's filing cabinet. It's the nearest we'll get to a real dementor. The boggart will turn into a dementor when he sees you, so we'll be able to practice on him. I can store him quite easily here when we're not using him' there's that cupboard right there under my desk he'll like."

Harry nodded.

"So…" Lupin said, taking out his own wand, and indicating Harry to do the same, "the spell I am going to try and teach you is highly advanced magic, Harry—well beyond Ordinary Wizarding Level. It is called the Patronus Charm."

"How does it work?" Harry asked nervously.

"Well, when it works correctly, it conjures up a Patronus," Lupin said, "which is a kind of anti-dementor—a guardian that acts as a shield between you and the dementor."

Harry had a sudden vision of himself crouching behind a giant-sized figure holding a large shield. Professor Lupin continued, "The Patronus is a kind of positive force, a projection of the very things that the dementor feeds upon—hope, happiness, the desire to survive—but it cannot feel despair, as real humans can, so the dementors can't hurt it. But I must warn you, Harry, that the charm might be too advanced for you. Many qualified wizards have difficulty with it."

"I can do it," Harry said, "I have to. Just uh, how do you conjure it?"

"With an incantation, which will work only if you are concentrating, with all your might, on a single, very happy memory."

Harry cast his mind about for a happy memory. There were many with Tom, and he decided to focus on the day Tom borrowed his magic, both of them sitting in Harry's cupboard. It was the first time they hugged each other—or really properly touched each other.

"The incantation is this—" Lupin cleared his throat. "Expecto Patronum."

"Expecto Patronum," Harry repeated under his breath.

"Concentrating hard on your happy memory?"

Harry nodded, muttering the spell under his breath as he focused on his and Tom's first hug. Something whooshed suddenly out of the end of his wand; it looked like a wisp of silvery gas.

"Did you see that?" Harry said excitedly. "Something happened!"

"Very good," Lupin said, smiling. "Right, then—ready to try it on a dementor?"

"Yes," Harry said, gripping his wand very tightly, and moving into the middle of the office. He tried to keep his mind on the feeling of Tom's first hug, but something else kept intruding. … Any second now, he might hear his mother again… but he shouldn't think that or he would hear her again, and he didn't want to… not this way. Right?

Lupin grasped the lid of the packing case and pulled.

A dementor rose slowly from the box, its hooded face turned toward Harry, one glistening scabbed hand gripping its cloak. The lamps around the office flickered and went out. The dementor stepped from the box and started to sweep silently toward Harry. A wave of piercing cold broke over him—

"Expecto Patronum!" Harry yelled. "Expecto Patronum! Expect—"

But the office and the dementor were dissolving. Harry was falling again through a thick white fog, and he heard his father's voice. "Lily, take Harry and go! It's him! Go! Run! I'll hold him off—"

The sounds of someone stumbling from a room—a door bursting open—a cackle of high-pitched laughter—

"Harry! Harry … wake up. …"

Lupin was tapping Harry hard on the face. It took Harry a minute to understand why he was lying on an office floor. "I heard my dad," Harry mumbled. "This is the first time I heard my dad—he tried to take on the Dark Lord, to give my mum time to run for it. …"

Harry suddenly realized that there were tears on his face mingling with the sweat. He bent his face as low as possible, wiping them off on his robes, pretending to do up his shoelace so that Lupin wouldn't see.

"You heard James?" Lupin said in a strange voice.

"Yeah. …" Face dry, Harry looked up. "Why—you didn't know my dad, did you?"

"I—I did, as a matter of fact," Lupin said. "We were friends at Hogwarts. Listen, Harry, perhaps we should leave it here for tonight. This charm is ridiculously advanced. … I shouldn't have suggested putting you through this."

"No!" Harry said. He got up. "I'll have another go! A happy memory, yeah? Then I wasn't thinking hard enough. Give me a moment." He racked his brain and thought about his and Tom's first proper kiss, and how satisfied and happy it made him feel. He faced the packing case once more.

"Ready?" Lupin said, who looked as though he was doing this against his better judgment. "Concentrating hard? All right—go!"

He pulled off the lid of the case, and the dementor rose out of it again; the room fell cold and dark—

"EXPECTO PATRONUM!" Harry bellowed. "EXPECTO PATRONUM!"

The screaming inside Harry's head had started again—except this time, it sounded as though it were coming from a badly tuned radio—softer and louder and softer again—and he could still see the dementor—it had halted—and then a huge, silver shadow came bursting out of the end of Harry's wand, to hover between him and the dementor, and though Harry's legs felt like water, he was still on his feet—though for how much longer, he wasn't sure—

"Riddikulus!" Lupin roared, springing forward.

There was a loud crack, and Harry's cloudy Patronus vanished along with the dementor; he sank into a chair, feeling as exhausted as if he'd just ran five miles, and felt his legs shaking. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Professor Lupin forcing the boggart back into the packing case; it had turned into a silvery orb again. Harry thought about what Blaise had earlier that week and frowned in exhausting thought.

"Excellent!" Lupin said, striding over to where Harry sat. "Excellent, Harry! That was definitely a start!"

"Can we have another go?"

"Not now," Lupin said firmly. "You've had enough for one night. Here—"

He handed Harry a bar of Honeydukes' best chocolate. "Eat the lot, or Madam Pomfrey will be after my blood. Same time next week?"

"Okay," Harry said. He took a bite of the chocolate and watched Lupin. A thought had just occurred to him. "Professor Lupin?" he said. "If you knew my dad, you must've known Sirius Black as well."

Lupin turned very quickly. "What gives you that idea?" he said sharply.

"Nothing—I mean, I just knew they were friends at Hogwarts too," Harry said carefully.

Lupin's face relaxed. "Yes, I knew him," he said shortly. "Or I thought I did. You'd better be off, Harry, it's getting late."

Harry left the office, walking along the corridor and around a corner, then he took a detour behind a suit of armor and sank down on its plinth to finish his chocolate, wishing he hadn't mentioned Black, as Lupin was obviously not keen on the subject. For not the first time, Harry wished that it was Samhain once more just so he could speak to his parents, especially his father. He felt awful that he couldn't talk to them during this Samhain, but they were pressed for time, and the Millicent incident just pushed everything else out of his mind.

"Maybe I can look into it after Ostara," he said to himself. "I want to hear them again."

He stood up and crammed the last bit of chocolate into his mouth and headed back to Slytherin Dungeon.

Ravenclaw played Slytherin a week after the start of term. Slytherin won with a huge lead, which brought Flint into a victorious mood. He increased their training practices so they can beat Gryffindor soundly the next time they had to play them and win the Cup. This meant that with Lupin's anti-dementor classes, which in themselves were more draining than six Quidditch practices, Harry had just two nights a week to do all of his homework. Even so, he wasn't showing the strain nearly as much as last year. He went to his friends whenever he could and asked for their help when he felt like collapsing, which was surprisingly common nowadays. Especially the days after his anti-dementor classes where he always felt sore afterward.

Imbolc came and went, bringing February with it. Harry and Theo started their preparations for Harry's ritual. The potion was much like Polyjuice Potion and needed a month to brew, which the boys did easily enough in their dorms. The ritual itself seemed simple enough, there would be an incantation Harry would have to say before and after he drinks the potion and allow Dark Magic to come into his body. Then he would shift, first into his actual Animagus form, the form that he would only have if he does it the normal way, before turning into the second animal, which is a gift from Dark Magic. They were both excited to see what kind of animals Harry would turn into.

"Well obviously a snake," Draco pointed out during one day. They were all in their usual spots in the Slytherin Dungeon. Salazar was curled on Harry's lap as Salem took to switching between Draco's and Blaise's. "I mean, you can talk to snakes Harry, and not to mention Salazar and the fact you're the Dark Lord's boyfriend."

"True, I can see that," Pansy nodded, "but I don't know, Harry seems too cute to be a snake."

"I am not cute, take that back!" Harry said. "And who knows I can be a good snake!"

"I don't know," Blaise hummed, giving Harry a sly smile, "with how much you love your boyfriend and go on about him, I can see you as a dog. Imagine it, Harry turns into a cute excitable puppy!" He laughed loudly with Draco and Daphne joining as Pansy and Theo just chuckled.

Harry's face turned red hot and he muttered, "Then watch out cause I might just bite your ass Zabini."

"No, no, it's not my butt you're going to be biting," Blaise said through his laughter. Harry swatted at him and huffed. He crossed his arms and glared at Blaise until his friend stopped. Wiping tears from his eyes, Blaise still smiled, "But a dog can be useful!" he said, "You can chase people down—hell you can play with Salem. I'm sure you would love that, wouldn't you, you fluffy boy?" Blaise cooed, taking to pet the cat on his lap.

"Fine maybe a dog," Harry said, shaking his head.

"But would that be his normal Animagus or the gift from Dark Magic?" Theo asked.

"Does it matter?" Pansy asked.

"Yes, it does," Theo insisted. "It's important!"

"Well, what kind of animal do you hope you can turn into, Harry?" Daphne asked. Harry looked up at her and thought for a moment.

"A snake would be cool, but I can already talk to them so what's the point?" he said. "Maybe a bird? That would be fun. To be able to fly around anywhere without a broom."

"Ohh that does sound fun!" Daphne smiled. "I think you would make a really handsome bird; don't you think so Pansy?"

"Birds can be handsome?" Pansy asked. Daphne slapped her arm lightly, "I mean yeah, I guess."

"Eagles are very noble birds," Theo pointed out. "And there's a beauty to some birds, I guess. I have a cousin who loves ravens. Daph, you know the one."

"Oh him! Yeah," Daphne giggled. "Theo's got a cousin in France who has ten or so pet ravens. He's trained them to do practically everything really, including carrying letters."

"I guess ravens look nice," Pansy said, looking at Harry thoughtfully. "It would match his hair either way."

"And he can fly around anywhere," Blaise added thoughtfully. "So what about it, Harry?"

"A raven?" Harry asked, "I mean I personally don't care as long as I can fly around, but just being able to turn into an animal sounds amazing. But yeah I can see myself as a raven."

"His hair looks like a nest enough so why not?" Pansy said, rolling her eyes. "Honestly, Harry do you even use the conditioner I give you?"

"Sometimes," Harry said sheepishly. "But my boyfriend likes my hair messy."

Pansy opened her mouth to retort but closed it, seemingly thinking better. Instead, she looked thoughtful for a moment before saying, "Then for your birthday I'm giving you something I expect to see you in or else."

During the fourth week of February, the Gryffindor and Ravenclaw Quidditch match was coming up, but Harry's focus was on his anti-dementor lessons and the preparations for Ostara and the two rituals he will perform that day. Harry was starting to get frustrated with his anti-dementors lessons, they were not going nearly as well as he had hoped. Several sessions on, he was able to produce an indistinct, silvery shadow every time the boggart-dementor approached him, but his Patronus was too feeble to drive the dementor away. All it did was hover, like a semitransparent cloud, draining Harry of energy as he fought to keep it there.

"You're expecting too much of yourself," Professor Lupin said sternly. "For a thirteen-year-old wizard, even an indistinct Patronus is a huge achievement. You aren't passing out anymore, are you?"

"I thought a Patronus would—charge the dementors down or something," Harry said dispiritedly. "Make them disappear—"

"The true Patronus does do that," Lupin said. "But you've achieved a great deal in a very short space of time. If the dementors put in an appearance at your next Quidditch match, you will be able to keep them at bay long enough to get back to the ground."

"You said it's harder if there're loads of them," Harry said.

"I have complete confidence in you," Lupin said, smiling.

"Sir?" Harry said, voicing something that he'd been wondering for a while. "What's under a dementor's hood?"

"Hmmm … well, the only people who really know are in no condition to tell us. You see, the dementor lowers its hood only to use its last and worst weapon. They call it the Dementor's Kiss," Lupin said with a twisted smile. "It's what dementors do to those they wish to destroy utterly. I suppose there must be some kind of mouth under there because they clamp their jaws upon the mouth of the victim and suck out his soul."

"Doesn't that kill them?" Harry asked.

"Oh no," Lupin said. "Much worse than that. You can exist without your soul, you know, as long as your brain and heart are still working. But you'll have no sense of self anymore, no memory, no … anything. There's no chance at all of recovery. You'll just—exist. As an empty shell. It's the fate that awaits Sirius Black. It was in the Daily Prophet this morning. The Ministry has given the dementors permission to perform it if they find him."

Harry sat stunned for a moment at the idea of someone having their soul sucked out through their mouth. He thought of Black and what he knew about the man from what Voldemort told him. "He doesn't deserve it," Harry said.

"You think so?" Lupin asked lightly. "You would be the first."

"Nobody deserves that," Harry said. He was about to tell Lupin everything, about how Sirius Black was his godfather and that it was not him who betrayed Harry's parents, but a man named Wormtail. However, he lost his voice as he wondered in the back of his mind about how he would explain to Professor Lupin how he knew everything. He couldn't risk involving Tom, he would never endanger his master, but he also didn't want to see what was the last link between himself and his parents soulless. So instead Harry found himself silent.

Harry thank Professor Lupin and left his office, his mind buzzing around Sirius Black's fate and how, if possible, he could save his godfather. Through all of his, like a window shattering, a memory from before he started Hogwarts shattered into his head.

He was eleven and in Gringotts for the first time. The goblins did not believe him when he said his name and made the young wizard do an identification test. He remembered about how he had his finger pricked by a very long and sharp knife, and when his blood touched parchment, words were made.

It listed his name, his parents, the inheritances he stands to gain when he turns fifteen, but more importantly his godparents. Godparents: Sirius Black & Remus Lupin.

Harry stopped in his tracks and turned around. Professor Lupin was his godparent along with Sirius Black. Does he remember? If so, was that why he was teaching Harry the Patronus Charm? Did he believe the lies about Black? Questions swarmed Harry's mind and he found them buzzing. He wanted to go back and tell Lupin everything, but he had a feeling that words would do nothing. He wasn't in the right mindscape to do it. But he would be one day, so Harry pocketed the thought. He felt strangely secured knowing that his godfather was in the castle, both godfathers actually. It reminded him of how he felt with Voldemort was in the castle: safe. He was safe in the castle not because of the enchantments but because his family was here. First his boyfriend and future husband, and now his godfathers.

However they both looked like they needed help and weren't on the best terms of each other, but Harry didn't mind. He helped his Master regain a body, so helping Sirius Black seemed like an easy task in comparison.

A/N: He's always helping his family, Harry's such a nice boy. But what do you think Harry will turn into after the ritual? Find out next time!