[Chapter 2: Of Times and Truth]
"Sirius!" Harry said, gleefully just as Aunt Petunia gasped and fainted.
"Good Morning, Harry, m'dear. It's a bliss to see you, " Sirius, Harry's godfather who was an Animagus, (he could transform at will and take the form of a dog,) said as he embraced Harry in a fatherly hug
" Tell me Sirius, you've come to take me away, right? I am going to go live with you now, right? We are going to leave Privet Drive and the ruddy Dursleys forever right? Have you been cleared by the ministry? I have so many questions for you!" Harry babbled.
"And I will answer them, too. All in good time. But first we have some things to deal out here. Things concerning the past, let's see, 14 years. Things concerning the way you, my best friends' only son was treated by these muggles, and yes, as we've all been taught, always, return the favour, am I right, Harry?" Sirius asked Harry while staring at the frightened Dursleys, one of whom lay unconciuos with shock and the other two, mesmerized by amazement at what they were witnessing, Sirius looked at them with hate in his eyes.
Dudley was sprinkling water on his mother but his hand was shaking and he ended up wobbling the whole jug on his mothers face. She woke up with a sputter, gasped and hid behind Dudley, who was so big he could hide ten Aunt Petunias behind him, seeing as she was so lanky and thin, a total opposite of her husband and son. They all looked terrified to the bone.
" It's ok, Sirius. I don't care what happens to them as long as I don't have to live here anymore," Harry replied. He was so happy that he truly could care less to what happens to the Dursleys and he was grateful, somewhat at the fact, that the Dursleys, well, did keep him, when he was orphaned and his godfather was in Azkaban, the wizard prison, accused of murder, a crime that he did not commit. Sirius waited 12 years, agonizing over the death of his best friends and the injustice of what was put on him.
"I know who you are," Uncle Vernon stammered but gained some courage to face a fully grown wizard and an infamous murderer, (Muggles, non-magic folk, weren't aware of the real story behind Sirius Black's injustice. ) "You're the same ruddy coward who murdered 13 people in perfect daylight! But let me tell you something. You can't walk in here and do your mumbo jumbo and scare me or my family. I won't tolerate this. I'm sure that the police will be very happy to find you and I am not afraid to call them. I always knew the boy was bad news and now there's no room for him in this house! My wife and I took him in when he was a baby just so my sister-in-law could rest in peace. I never knew that he would grow up to be such a miserable, half-penny good for nothing freak who keeps company of such, such, proposeterous murderers! " the vein in his temple was throbbing again and pure anger and venom coarsed through Harry's uncles eyes. " But then, again, like parents, like son."
That was the last straw for Sirius. He took out his wand from his shattered robes and pointed testily at the Dursleys who backed up in to the living room sofas, and stumbled in a thump. " Don't. You. Ever. Insult. James and Lily Potter. Ever Again. Or I will personally make sure that you don't. Understand?!" Sirius thundered. "Indiscurio!" Long ropes binded the Dursleys together, side by side. "No, that's not quite it. Sorry Harry, but I am a bit rusty at this. Oh yes, I remember now. Selapto!"
Harry gasped in amazement. The Dursleys appeared to have no mouth. Their lips were sealed and they, too seemed to have realized that, since their eyes bulged out in terror.
"Ah, peace at last. I'm sorry if I gave you a scare back then, it's just that I had used some Floo powder and I ended up here, made quite a noise, though and it awoke the muggles. But it was quite funny. You should've seen the look on their faces when they saw me," he laughed.
"Sirius, about what my Uncle said about you being a..er, well, you know. Don't take him seriously. I mean, the Dursleys are too thick to understand and it's bad enough as it is, being them the way they are, because they sort of make a bad name for all muggles. I mean, look at Hermione, you know?" Harry said as he walked his godfather to the kitchen and handed him a glass of water and rummaged through the fridge for some food.
"I know that, Harry. I have nothing against muggles, it's just that the ones you seem to be living with are, well, they are a bad name for muggles. They're horrible."
" I know. I don't quite understand why Dumbledore wanted me to live with them in the first place save for the fact that they are my only living relatives, after you ofcourse...but I didn't even know about you till like a couple of years ago," Harry said, handing Sirius some chicken drumsticks and potato salad and a pitcher of cranberry juice. "And also, for my so-called protection, I mean living with the Dursleys didn't stop Dobby, who was potentially dangerous, from finding me, and the horror and torture of living here almost makes me want to have another round with Voldemort, you know? It hasn't been easy...but all that's about to change, right?"
"Right. You know, Harry, Dumbledore has his reasons for all the decisions he makes and well, Harry, you're protected by many forces, magic and non-magic. You may not realize it, but you play a very key role in the magic world."
"Yes. I know. I've heard it all a billion and one times, thank you."
" No, Harry. I know that you know about you defeating the dark lord and stuff but there are somethings you don't know, like why, and I mean the real answer to that why, is it that you are so important. Did you ever wonder what such fine wizards like your parents did for a living? Did you ever wonder how it is that your family is so renowned? Oh, Harry you don't know so many things that are your past. Did you ever wonder why Voldemort was after your parents? And why their safety and yours was so important, regardless of how many other lives were lost during those terrible times?" Sirius pondered Harry, sincerity in his eyes.
"In all my years in Hogwarts, I was so...preoccupied with all the things going around me that I guess, I never truly wondered about my past and why really Voldemort wanted to kill me. I remember that I asked Dumbledore in my first year but he didn't give me a straight answer. I think he said something about me learning about it all in good time, " he paused. " Why, Sirius, tell me. Tell me what went on the years before my parents were murdered. Tell me."
"I don't think that today or even now is a good as place as any to discuss that," Sirius said taking a swig from the pitcher. "Tell you what," he said between mouthfuls, "why don't you go and get your school stuff and some clothes and whatever it is that you need from here and we'll go to my place and then we'll chat or something. Ok?"
"Sure. Be right back," Harry said, excited.
"Sirius!" Harry said, gleefully just as Aunt Petunia gasped and fainted.
"Good Morning, Harry, m'dear. It's a bliss to see you, " Sirius, Harry's godfather who was an Animagus, (he could transform at will and take the form of a dog,) said as he embraced Harry in a fatherly hug
" Tell me Sirius, you've come to take me away, right? I am going to go live with you now, right? We are going to leave Privet Drive and the ruddy Dursleys forever right? Have you been cleared by the ministry? I have so many questions for you!" Harry babbled.
"And I will answer them, too. All in good time. But first we have some things to deal out here. Things concerning the past, let's see, 14 years. Things concerning the way you, my best friends' only son was treated by these muggles, and yes, as we've all been taught, always, return the favour, am I right, Harry?" Sirius asked Harry while staring at the frightened Dursleys, one of whom lay unconciuos with shock and the other two, mesmerized by amazement at what they were witnessing, Sirius looked at them with hate in his eyes.
Dudley was sprinkling water on his mother but his hand was shaking and he ended up wobbling the whole jug on his mothers face. She woke up with a sputter, gasped and hid behind Dudley, who was so big he could hide ten Aunt Petunias behind him, seeing as she was so lanky and thin, a total opposite of her husband and son. They all looked terrified to the bone.
" It's ok, Sirius. I don't care what happens to them as long as I don't have to live here anymore," Harry replied. He was so happy that he truly could care less to what happens to the Dursleys and he was grateful, somewhat at the fact, that the Dursleys, well, did keep him, when he was orphaned and his godfather was in Azkaban, the wizard prison, accused of murder, a crime that he did not commit. Sirius waited 12 years, agonizing over the death of his best friends and the injustice of what was put on him.
"I know who you are," Uncle Vernon stammered but gained some courage to face a fully grown wizard and an infamous murderer, (Muggles, non-magic folk, weren't aware of the real story behind Sirius Black's injustice. ) "You're the same ruddy coward who murdered 13 people in perfect daylight! But let me tell you something. You can't walk in here and do your mumbo jumbo and scare me or my family. I won't tolerate this. I'm sure that the police will be very happy to find you and I am not afraid to call them. I always knew the boy was bad news and now there's no room for him in this house! My wife and I took him in when he was a baby just so my sister-in-law could rest in peace. I never knew that he would grow up to be such a miserable, half-penny good for nothing freak who keeps company of such, such, proposeterous murderers! " the vein in his temple was throbbing again and pure anger and venom coarsed through Harry's uncles eyes. " But then, again, like parents, like son."
That was the last straw for Sirius. He took out his wand from his shattered robes and pointed testily at the Dursleys who backed up in to the living room sofas, and stumbled in a thump. " Don't. You. Ever. Insult. James and Lily Potter. Ever Again. Or I will personally make sure that you don't. Understand?!" Sirius thundered. "Indiscurio!" Long ropes binded the Dursleys together, side by side. "No, that's not quite it. Sorry Harry, but I am a bit rusty at this. Oh yes, I remember now. Selapto!"
Harry gasped in amazement. The Dursleys appeared to have no mouth. Their lips were sealed and they, too seemed to have realized that, since their eyes bulged out in terror.
"Ah, peace at last. I'm sorry if I gave you a scare back then, it's just that I had used some Floo powder and I ended up here, made quite a noise, though and it awoke the muggles. But it was quite funny. You should've seen the look on their faces when they saw me," he laughed.
"Sirius, about what my Uncle said about you being a..er, well, you know. Don't take him seriously. I mean, the Dursleys are too thick to understand and it's bad enough as it is, being them the way they are, because they sort of make a bad name for all muggles. I mean, look at Hermione, you know?" Harry said as he walked his godfather to the kitchen and handed him a glass of water and rummaged through the fridge for some food.
"I know that, Harry. I have nothing against muggles, it's just that the ones you seem to be living with are, well, they are a bad name for muggles. They're horrible."
" I know. I don't quite understand why Dumbledore wanted me to live with them in the first place save for the fact that they are my only living relatives, after you ofcourse...but I didn't even know about you till like a couple of years ago," Harry said, handing Sirius some chicken drumsticks and potato salad and a pitcher of cranberry juice. "And also, for my so-called protection, I mean living with the Dursleys didn't stop Dobby, who was potentially dangerous, from finding me, and the horror and torture of living here almost makes me want to have another round with Voldemort, you know? It hasn't been easy...but all that's about to change, right?"
"Right. You know, Harry, Dumbledore has his reasons for all the decisions he makes and well, Harry, you're protected by many forces, magic and non-magic. You may not realize it, but you play a very key role in the magic world."
"Yes. I know. I've heard it all a billion and one times, thank you."
" No, Harry. I know that you know about you defeating the dark lord and stuff but there are somethings you don't know, like why, and I mean the real answer to that why, is it that you are so important. Did you ever wonder what such fine wizards like your parents did for a living? Did you ever wonder how it is that your family is so renowned? Oh, Harry you don't know so many things that are your past. Did you ever wonder why Voldemort was after your parents? And why their safety and yours was so important, regardless of how many other lives were lost during those terrible times?" Sirius pondered Harry, sincerity in his eyes.
"In all my years in Hogwarts, I was so...preoccupied with all the things going around me that I guess, I never truly wondered about my past and why really Voldemort wanted to kill me. I remember that I asked Dumbledore in my first year but he didn't give me a straight answer. I think he said something about me learning about it all in good time, " he paused. " Why, Sirius, tell me. Tell me what went on the years before my parents were murdered. Tell me."
"I don't think that today or even now is a good as place as any to discuss that," Sirius said taking a swig from the pitcher. "Tell you what," he said between mouthfuls, "why don't you go and get your school stuff and some clothes and whatever it is that you need from here and we'll go to my place and then we'll chat or something. Ok?"
"Sure. Be right back," Harry said, excited.