Harry Potter and the Deathday Curse
Chapter 2 James
A.N. Well, here I go again. In this chapter Lupin and Sirius meets, er…someone. (Hint: Look at the chapter title) If you still can't figure out who it is, even after you've read the chapter title, read the story, and if you already know who Lupin and Sirius are going to meet, read the story anyway. The meeting involves a Candy Gram. Review too!
J Malena J
At around seven thirty in the morning, Harry went downstairs to breakfast. The Dursleys were sitting around the breakfast table, munching their food slowly. They didn't pay any attention as Harry sat down. As usual, they hadn't even noticed Harry's birthday. They never did.
Harry asked Aunt Petunia to pass the toast. She didn't pay attention to Harry, her eyes were glued to the TV. Harry reached over to grab a piece of toast.
"DON'T REACH!" Aunt Petunia shrieked, whipping around. Uncle Vernon's eyes narrowed dangerously. Dudley chuckled.
"Sorry," Harry said, "Can you please pass the toast?" Aunt Petunia's eyes were back on the TV, she hastily pushed the platter of toast toward Harry.
He took a piece and started to butter it, while he looked at the TV.
"Sirius Black, a convict that escaped from prison almost four years ago, has been spotted in England…" The Dursleys all swiveled around to glare at Harry. "Sirius Black is still considered armed and dangerous. Here is a hotline number…" The news reporter said a phone number. "Wouldn't like to be around him," The reporter said, swiveling around to look at the weatherman.
"Neither would I," Said the weather man, "Of course, I wouldn't like to be caught around Surrey right now either. There's a storm brewing there, folks…" The weatherman went off in explanation about the weather.
"Boy!" barked Uncle Vernon. "Have you been writing to your godfather lately?"
"I was about to," Harry said. "But I sent another letter this morning, I have to wait until Hedwig gets back."
"Who?"
"Hedwig, my owl-"
"No! Who did you write to?"
"Oh, no one," Harry said, looking back down at his toast. Uncle Vernon glared at Harry for a moment, but he didn't pursue the subject. Then Harry did remember something.
"Can I go to Diagon Alley on the fourth?" Harry asked.
"Diagon what?" Uncle Vernon asked.
"Diagon Alley," Harry repeated. "I'm going to meet my friends there. Then the Weasleys can take me for the rest of the summer. If you like, that is."
Uncle Vernon thought about this for a moment before growling, "All right, you can go."
"Thank you." Everyone was silent for a moment.
"Where is this alley of yours?" Uncle Vernon snarled.
"Oh, it's in the mall by your work." Uncle Vernon looked startled.
"I've been in that mall a thousand times, there is no place called Deegom Alley-"
"Diagon," Harry corrected. "Well, I don't think mug- er… normal people can see it."
Uncle Vernon snorted.
A few minutes later Harry was back upstairs, sitting at his desk and starting to write notes to his friends again. Harry had already sent letters to Ron and Sirius. His letter to James was still lying on his desk. He didn't really intend on sending it. After all, this is what it read.
James-
I understand that you're sorry. But as you said, I can't forgive you. I can only thank you for saving my life. It's just that you abandoned me when I WAS ONE YEAR OLD!!! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!! I HATE YOUI HATE YOU!!!!!
Your son,
Harry
Harry reread his letter and started laughing. He had overreacted MAJORLY!!!! He finally took out another piece of parchment and composed a letter.
To James,
I accept your apology. I'm sorry about being rude to you at our second to last meeting, but face it, you sort of deserved it. After all, you did make me have to go to the Dursleys. They are horrible. I blame you for that.
At our second to last meeting you also asked about Sirius. I am going to answer one of your questions now. Yes, he does miss you. He doesn't care that you abandoned me, he just misses you. He even knows that you turned into a Death Eater. He doesn't care. He was so bummed when he learned you had "died" again. He still thinks your dead. I thought about telling him that you were alive in my next letter, but I thought it would be better if you told him you were alive yourself.
I think he's staying at Remus's house. I have no clue where that is. Anyway, I want you to know that even though you did save my life, I'm still mad at you. You might be mad at me right now too, but I wouldn't know.
Harry
Harry read the letter, just as Hedwig came fluttering through the window.
"Hi," Harry said, putting down the letter and patting his owl. "That was awfully fast."
Hedwig hooted sleepily and flew over to her cage.
Harry decided to send the letter the next day, so Hedwig could get some rest.
Two days later, a man in a dark green cloak walked up to the door of a little house on the edge of a town. He stared at the house and the doorbell that was inches away from him.
He lifted his finger, as if to push the button, but then he pulled it away.
I can't do this. I can't do this, James thought, I'm too scared that they'll say something harsh. James finally turned around and stormed away from the house. He was almost down the driveway when he turned around and headed toward the house again.
"You're being stupid," James said to himself. "Running away won't make you feel any better." James sighed, and walked up to the house. With a trembling hand, he rang the doorbell.
Ding-dong! There was a rustling from inside the house, someone inside said, "Quick! Hide!" and the sound of footsteps could be heard too. James took his hood and threw it over his head.
The door opened a minute later and Remus's tired face appeared.
"Yes?" Remus said, looking puzzled.
"Candy Gram," said James, trying not to laugh. Remus looked even more puzzled.
"What's a candy gram? And who's it for?"
"Candy gram for Misters Moony and Padfoot." James replied. Remus looked outraged.
James could see Sirius coming out from behind the couch, he was in his Anigmus form.
"Who's it from?" Remus asked, looking down at Sirius.
"Mister Prongs." Sirius couldn't seem to take it anymore. In an instant he turned back into a man.
"Mister who?" He asked.
"Prongs," James said, trying not to chuckle. Sirius and Remus looked at each other.
"Who's idea of a sick joke is this?" Remus asked. "Just give us the candy gram and be on your way."
James took a box out from his cloak and handed it to Remus. Remus opened the box, with Sirius hovering over his shoulder.
"It's a Dungbomb," Remus said. "Filled with…" Sirius and Remus sniffed, and then held their noses from the awful stench.
James couldn't help it any longer, he burst out laughing.
"I recognize that laugh," Sirius said, still holding his nose. Sirius reached out and pulled the hood from James's head.
"James!" He exclaimed. "You're alive! But, how-"
James was laughing too hard to answer. A second later he had been punched in the face, hard.
"What was that for?" James asked, glaring at Sirius.
"That was for becoming a Death Eater," Sirius snarled, glaring back. A second later Sirius had taken James in a big bear hug.
"And, what was that for?" James asked, when Sirius had let go, still rubbing his cheek.
"That was for being alive," Sirius said. "Oh my god James, you have no idea how glad we are that you're alive. Harry must be glad too. He must be thrilled!"
James snorted.
"Not as thrilled as you might think," James said, thinking about his son's letter. "In fact, he's P*ssed off at me. But hey, it's good to be alive."
"Well, after Sirius told me about what you did, I was pretty mad at you too," Remus said. "You'd better come inside. If anyone sees Sirius, he and I will be in big trouble." Remus pulled James inside, and the three friends were soon deep in conversation.
"Harry?" Ron's voice came from the watch on Harry's wrist. It was dinner, and everyone turned to Harry.
"Ron? Is that you?"
"Yeah! How are the Dur-" Harry clamped his hand over the little speaker.
"Ron, I'll call you back later," Harry said, "It's the middle of dinner."
"Okay!" Ron turned off his watch.
The Dursleys were still staring at Harry.
"I want a watch like that!" Dudley whined.
"Don't worry duddikins, we'll get you one on our next trip to the store." Aunt Petunia said.
"But I want one now!"
"May I be excused?" Harry asked.
Uncle Vernon grunted. Harry, supposing that the grunt meant 'yes', walked out of the room and up to his bedroom.
When he walked into the room, he realized that he wasn't the only one there.
A.N. What will happen next? Is it Voldie? Is it a Death Eater? Is it Dobby, coming to torment him again?(probably not).
J Malena J
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