Harry watched as Sirius came over toward them. Sirius was going on about how they were going to get to Professor Dumbledore's home, but Harry wasn't listening. He knew he should have been, but he had other things on his mind. So he did what was natural, he pulled out some of that gum.
This is really good, he thought to himself sleepily. "Harry! Harry. Hello? Anybody home? HARRY?! HARRY!" Harry awoke with a start. Sirius was yelling in his ear.
"What's up? Why are you yelling? And why are you here?" asked a puzzled and tired Harry.
"Er, Harry, you were sleeping.... And we're WALKING."
"Oh." Harry was quite surprised. What was going on? Why did he drift off? "Er, what were we doing again? Weren't we, er, going somewhere?" Harry asked stupidly.
"Er.... Harry, just- just sit down for a minute. I need to talk to Remus alone...." Sirius said quite bewildered. Sirius motioned for Remus to come nearer and they walked toward a couple of trees and began talking in whispers. Harry couldn't make out what they were saying, so he strained further to hear. Then Mundungus came over to Harry and sat down on the park bench next to him.
"So um..." Harry started to say.
"You can just call me Fletcher, it'll be easier than trying to say 'Mundungus' when we talk." Mundungus said with a smile. Sirius and Lupin came back toward them.
"We are going to be heading somewhere safe, instead of going directly to Dumbledore. And there you will begin your training. Now, let me speak then you can ask your questions," Lupin said as Harry opened his mouth quizzically. Now you will probably not even be able to do this until you have graduated even. Uhh... Pad- er Sirius?"
"Yes, right. Harry, I want to tell you this just straight up." Sirius put his hands on Harry's shoulders looking at him eye to eye. "We will be teaching you how to become an animagus." Harry gaped at Sirius's words in disbelief. "Dumbledore thinks the sooner you can transform, the safer you will be."
Harry's mouth still hung open in disbelief. He sat on that park bench stunned, not knowing what to say. "B-B-But isn't that illegal? I mean, what about the law about underage wizardry?"
"Really Harry," said Sirius with a laugh, "you're starting to sound like your friend Hermione. Dumbledore has taken care of everything. He got into the ministry and made it so they can't track your magic." Sirius's smile faded. "But it will be very dangerous and we must be carefull. We will be staying somewhere, and we cannot tell you where for safety reasons." Harry looked deeply puzzled. "We are going to leave in a few minutes, to give you time to rest and Remus, Fletcher, Arabella, and I to talk.
"Yeah, sure." Harry spoke quite disoriented. He just sat there feeling like a small child who didn't know where to go. He was nervous, and he was scared. Harry watched the four of them talk amongst themselves. They nodded their heads in some sort of agreement and Lupin and Sirius came over to Harry.
"We're ready to leave now Harry," Lupin said softly. "Is that okay with you or do you want to wait a bit longer?
"I'm fine. Really, I am." Harry said bit louder than he intended. Shocked, Sirius took a small step backwards, as did Lupin.
"Um... just, get out your Firebolt. We'll be flying to... where we will be going" Sirius had almost told Harry where they would be hiding, and Harry wanted to know. But Harry figured that it was safer for him not to know.
Lupin bewitched Harry's trunk so it was light to the touch (Ligata!) and tied it secureley around Harry's broomstick. He also let Hedwig out of her cage and let her fly a bit while ataching the cage to his own beaten and worn broom.
"Sirius?" Harry asked, "Where is Buckbeak?"
"Buckbeak is at Lupin's taking a lazy and well deserved nap." Sirius said with a smile.
The rest of them pulled out their broomsticks, and lifted up off the ground, as did Harry, and they flew off into the horizen.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
The five of them flew for about three or four hours and by then Harry's eyelids were beginning to droop and night had fallen. Then Sirius said that they should start to descend. Harry brought down his Firebolt and slowly they all landed.
Harry Potter stood in front of the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. (You do know that was just put there to trick you right? Good. I was worried there for a sec.) ..... (Now back to reality.
Harry Potter stood in front of a small, ramshackled , wooden house. But this was way so much better than the Dursleys, that it seemed almost luxurious. They all walked in and Lupin said, "Welcome to my home Harry. Well, Sirius's too." He added with a smile, "And if you want, yours too while you're here"
Harry grinned broadly. Home. The word is so unfamiliar to him. It has always been The Dursley's, or Ron's, or just even a house. But this, this was different. This was home. What home felt like. It just felt so....
"Right." Sirius said, unintentionally ending his thoughts. "Now that we're here, Harry, you should dump out your trunk..." Lupin gave him a dissapproving glare. "Er- what I meant to say was, unpack your trunk and then come back down so we can talk." He glanced towards Lupin who nodded and Sirius grinned like a little kid who answered a question right in class.
"Let me direct you to your room Harry." Lupin spoke while taking Harry's trunk, which seemed to have retained its weight back. Harry gathered Hedwig into her cage, and took the cage up a winding staircase, following behind Lupin.
"Now Harry, if you want to practice on your banishing charms and such stuff as that, go right ahead. Just... don't break anything. Oh!" he said as an afterthought, "Don't make a terrible mess either. Well, here you go." Stopping at a nice bedroom with a bed, dresser, and other such things he would need, Lupin set down Harry's trunk and started to go.
"If you need anything, just let me know."
"Nah, I'm fine here..." Harry spoke with an awe. They definately tried to make this room comfortable for Harry. It looked as though one of them had gotten some posters, presumably Lupin, as Sirius couldn't just walk into a store. Harry saw a small note on the bereau, it read:
Harry,
Well, I hope you like your new room. I wrote some letters to Ron and Hermione to send a couple things by owl that you might like. The posters of the Chudley Cannons are from Ron, and Hermione sent over some Quidditch books that she had been reading. (Or so she said. I think she went out and bought them... Hermione doesn't seem to be the type to read about Quidditch.) I asked Moony to go out and get the bedstuff. (He only has boring ones, like white.) Harry glanced around to the bed, blue blankets with Quidditch players zooming around. I thought it was a bit funny. Do you like it? If not, I don't really mind. Just another "bad gift" that you get on a holiday.
Sirius
P.s. Don't forget to send a thank-you letter to Ron's mother, she sent about a hundred meat pies over. If your hungry, they're in the kitchen.
Harry chuckled and set down the note. He decided Lupin didn't mention trying to use magic for no reason. Harry needed to practice. Within ten minutes time the room was all neat and tidy, with Hedwig's cage on his beareau, and his trunk at the foot of his bed. Harry looked at his watch and it was already ten!
He went down the stairs and followed the voices into the dining room.
This is really good, he thought to himself sleepily. "Harry! Harry. Hello? Anybody home? HARRY?! HARRY!" Harry awoke with a start. Sirius was yelling in his ear.
"What's up? Why are you yelling? And why are you here?" asked a puzzled and tired Harry.
"Er, Harry, you were sleeping.... And we're WALKING."
"Oh." Harry was quite surprised. What was going on? Why did he drift off? "Er, what were we doing again? Weren't we, er, going somewhere?" Harry asked stupidly.
"Er.... Harry, just- just sit down for a minute. I need to talk to Remus alone...." Sirius said quite bewildered. Sirius motioned for Remus to come nearer and they walked toward a couple of trees and began talking in whispers. Harry couldn't make out what they were saying, so he strained further to hear. Then Mundungus came over to Harry and sat down on the park bench next to him.
"So um..." Harry started to say.
"You can just call me Fletcher, it'll be easier than trying to say 'Mundungus' when we talk." Mundungus said with a smile. Sirius and Lupin came back toward them.
"We are going to be heading somewhere safe, instead of going directly to Dumbledore. And there you will begin your training. Now, let me speak then you can ask your questions," Lupin said as Harry opened his mouth quizzically. Now you will probably not even be able to do this until you have graduated even. Uhh... Pad- er Sirius?"
"Yes, right. Harry, I want to tell you this just straight up." Sirius put his hands on Harry's shoulders looking at him eye to eye. "We will be teaching you how to become an animagus." Harry gaped at Sirius's words in disbelief. "Dumbledore thinks the sooner you can transform, the safer you will be."
Harry's mouth still hung open in disbelief. He sat on that park bench stunned, not knowing what to say. "B-B-But isn't that illegal? I mean, what about the law about underage wizardry?"
"Really Harry," said Sirius with a laugh, "you're starting to sound like your friend Hermione. Dumbledore has taken care of everything. He got into the ministry and made it so they can't track your magic." Sirius's smile faded. "But it will be very dangerous and we must be carefull. We will be staying somewhere, and we cannot tell you where for safety reasons." Harry looked deeply puzzled. "We are going to leave in a few minutes, to give you time to rest and Remus, Fletcher, Arabella, and I to talk.
"Yeah, sure." Harry spoke quite disoriented. He just sat there feeling like a small child who didn't know where to go. He was nervous, and he was scared. Harry watched the four of them talk amongst themselves. They nodded their heads in some sort of agreement and Lupin and Sirius came over to Harry.
"We're ready to leave now Harry," Lupin said softly. "Is that okay with you or do you want to wait a bit longer?
"I'm fine. Really, I am." Harry said bit louder than he intended. Shocked, Sirius took a small step backwards, as did Lupin.
"Um... just, get out your Firebolt. We'll be flying to... where we will be going" Sirius had almost told Harry where they would be hiding, and Harry wanted to know. But Harry figured that it was safer for him not to know.
Lupin bewitched Harry's trunk so it was light to the touch (Ligata!) and tied it secureley around Harry's broomstick. He also let Hedwig out of her cage and let her fly a bit while ataching the cage to his own beaten and worn broom.
"Sirius?" Harry asked, "Where is Buckbeak?"
"Buckbeak is at Lupin's taking a lazy and well deserved nap." Sirius said with a smile.
The rest of them pulled out their broomsticks, and lifted up off the ground, as did Harry, and they flew off into the horizen.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
The five of them flew for about three or four hours and by then Harry's eyelids were beginning to droop and night had fallen. Then Sirius said that they should start to descend. Harry brought down his Firebolt and slowly they all landed.
Harry Potter stood in front of the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. (You do know that was just put there to trick you right? Good. I was worried there for a sec.) ..... (Now back to reality.
Harry Potter stood in front of a small, ramshackled , wooden house. But this was way so much better than the Dursleys, that it seemed almost luxurious. They all walked in and Lupin said, "Welcome to my home Harry. Well, Sirius's too." He added with a smile, "And if you want, yours too while you're here"
Harry grinned broadly. Home. The word is so unfamiliar to him. It has always been The Dursley's, or Ron's, or just even a house. But this, this was different. This was home. What home felt like. It just felt so....
"Right." Sirius said, unintentionally ending his thoughts. "Now that we're here, Harry, you should dump out your trunk..." Lupin gave him a dissapproving glare. "Er- what I meant to say was, unpack your trunk and then come back down so we can talk." He glanced towards Lupin who nodded and Sirius grinned like a little kid who answered a question right in class.
"Let me direct you to your room Harry." Lupin spoke while taking Harry's trunk, which seemed to have retained its weight back. Harry gathered Hedwig into her cage, and took the cage up a winding staircase, following behind Lupin.
"Now Harry, if you want to practice on your banishing charms and such stuff as that, go right ahead. Just... don't break anything. Oh!" he said as an afterthought, "Don't make a terrible mess either. Well, here you go." Stopping at a nice bedroom with a bed, dresser, and other such things he would need, Lupin set down Harry's trunk and started to go.
"If you need anything, just let me know."
"Nah, I'm fine here..." Harry spoke with an awe. They definately tried to make this room comfortable for Harry. It looked as though one of them had gotten some posters, presumably Lupin, as Sirius couldn't just walk into a store. Harry saw a small note on the bereau, it read:
Harry,
Well, I hope you like your new room. I wrote some letters to Ron and Hermione to send a couple things by owl that you might like. The posters of the Chudley Cannons are from Ron, and Hermione sent over some Quidditch books that she had been reading. (Or so she said. I think she went out and bought them... Hermione doesn't seem to be the type to read about Quidditch.) I asked Moony to go out and get the bedstuff. (He only has boring ones, like white.) Harry glanced around to the bed, blue blankets with Quidditch players zooming around. I thought it was a bit funny. Do you like it? If not, I don't really mind. Just another "bad gift" that you get on a holiday.
Sirius
P.s. Don't forget to send a thank-you letter to Ron's mother, she sent about a hundred meat pies over. If your hungry, they're in the kitchen.
Harry chuckled and set down the note. He decided Lupin didn't mention trying to use magic for no reason. Harry needed to practice. Within ten minutes time the room was all neat and tidy, with Hedwig's cage on his beareau, and his trunk at the foot of his bed. Harry looked at his watch and it was already ten!
He went down the stairs and followed the voices into the dining room.