A/N: As always, none of this is mine. I wish it was,
but it isn't. As always, review when your done and if
you don't, I will find out who you are.
The Doghouse
Harry woke up the next morning to the sound of
his mirror snoring. He sat up as he remembered that he
was at the Leaky Cauldron. That's when there was a soft rapping at the door. It was Sirius.
"Harry, it's time to go. Tom had let us have the rooms for free last night because of our status, but we have to leave so the party that's coming later can have some rooms."
Harry got up and dragged his trunk sleepily downstairs. Green flames had already replaced the usual bright orange ones.
"When you step in yell out 'The Doghouse'. I think you know why I called it that and don't laugh. Anyway, you should arrive at our aprtment. You get that?" asked Sirius as he walked up behind Harry.
"Yeah," replied Harry as he dragged his trunk into the fire. He then shouted, "The Doghouse!"
Harry once again had that spinning sensation and a moment later he popped out into a stylish apartment. It had two bedrooms, a living room, and a small kitchen. While Harry was looking around in awe Sirius fell out of the fireplace with a big oomph!
"So you like it I see. You hungry? Because I'm starving. Let's go to the kitchen, shall we?" Sirius asked in an axious voice.
Harry was a little puzzled at Sirius' anxiousness, but he went with Sirius anyway. When they reached the kitchen Harry was greeted with a loud "SURPRISE!" which was followed by a lot of noisemakers and streamers raining down on him.
Reamus Lupin, Hermoine, and all the Weasleys were there ( With the exception of Percy, who had gone over to the Dark Side because Voldemort promised him that he would be Minister Of Magic) holding a huge birthday cake. Harry stood there in stunned surprise, words failing him.
"All right, he's here! Harry, don't just stand there! Cut the cake already!" Ron said loudly.
Harry smiled as he cut the cake. It wsa so great being around family and friends. He divided the cake and handed out slices.
Ron picked up his slice and shoved as he could in his mouth and smiled as crumbs fell out. Mrs. Weasley sighed exasperatedly, watching him.
"All right everyone!" shouted Sirius as he walked in, " I have in my hands one-half of Harry's present from me." He handed the box in his hands to Harry, who looked at it suspiciously. " Go ahead. Open it. It's not a bomb or anything."
Harry tore the wrapping off to find a transfiguration book. An Animagi book to be exact.
" Uh, thanks Sirius," Harry said in a somewhat dissapointed voice.
" Well, the other half is that...uh, I don't know how to say this...well, I am the teacher of the new Animagi course at Hogwarts for sixth and seventh years."
Harry stared at him with a look of disbelief on his face.
" You're going to be a teacher," He croaked.
" Yep, and I expect you three to be in my class," Sirius said as he mocked being stern. The party continued on after that with lots of laughter and merriment.
Later that night...
Harry flopped down on his bed. Everyone had left at around midnight and he was exausted. He sat up slowly and looked around his room, having only glanced at it earlier.
It was a small, rectangular room painted blue with one window above his new desk. In fact, Sirius had gone to the liberty of buying Harry all new furniture. His bed was against the right side wall with his dresser right next to it on the left. Hedwig was asleep in her cage, which rested on a pedestal next to his desk. Harry smiled at how happy he was and layed back down. He promptly fell asleep.
Harry's Dream...
" Wormtail, fetch me a cauldron and some ingredients," said Voldemort in a low, hissing voice.
" Why, sir?" replied the bald, trembling man known as Wormtail.
" Because it is time for that traitor Snape to fell my wrath," cackled Voldemort, " I will brew the Impestus potion."
" The Impestus Potion sir? The year long potion?"
" Yes, that very one. If it is taken it will..."
Harry sat up boltright and clutched his throbbing scar.
" Fuck," Harry said simply.
A/N: Hope you liked that chapter. Please only constructive critisism and good reviews. I do not take kindly to flames. I fou flame me I will make you a character in my story and have you get hurt. Starting next chapter: a list of all the people who write nice things to me.
but it isn't. As always, review when your done and if
you don't, I will find out who you are.
The Doghouse
Harry woke up the next morning to the sound of
his mirror snoring. He sat up as he remembered that he
was at the Leaky Cauldron. That's when there was a soft rapping at the door. It was Sirius.
"Harry, it's time to go. Tom had let us have the rooms for free last night because of our status, but we have to leave so the party that's coming later can have some rooms."
Harry got up and dragged his trunk sleepily downstairs. Green flames had already replaced the usual bright orange ones.
"When you step in yell out 'The Doghouse'. I think you know why I called it that and don't laugh. Anyway, you should arrive at our aprtment. You get that?" asked Sirius as he walked up behind Harry.
"Yeah," replied Harry as he dragged his trunk into the fire. He then shouted, "The Doghouse!"
Harry once again had that spinning sensation and a moment later he popped out into a stylish apartment. It had two bedrooms, a living room, and a small kitchen. While Harry was looking around in awe Sirius fell out of the fireplace with a big oomph!
"So you like it I see. You hungry? Because I'm starving. Let's go to the kitchen, shall we?" Sirius asked in an axious voice.
Harry was a little puzzled at Sirius' anxiousness, but he went with Sirius anyway. When they reached the kitchen Harry was greeted with a loud "SURPRISE!" which was followed by a lot of noisemakers and streamers raining down on him.
Reamus Lupin, Hermoine, and all the Weasleys were there ( With the exception of Percy, who had gone over to the Dark Side because Voldemort promised him that he would be Minister Of Magic) holding a huge birthday cake. Harry stood there in stunned surprise, words failing him.
"All right, he's here! Harry, don't just stand there! Cut the cake already!" Ron said loudly.
Harry smiled as he cut the cake. It wsa so great being around family and friends. He divided the cake and handed out slices.
Ron picked up his slice and shoved as he could in his mouth and smiled as crumbs fell out. Mrs. Weasley sighed exasperatedly, watching him.
"All right everyone!" shouted Sirius as he walked in, " I have in my hands one-half of Harry's present from me." He handed the box in his hands to Harry, who looked at it suspiciously. " Go ahead. Open it. It's not a bomb or anything."
Harry tore the wrapping off to find a transfiguration book. An Animagi book to be exact.
" Uh, thanks Sirius," Harry said in a somewhat dissapointed voice.
" Well, the other half is that...uh, I don't know how to say this...well, I am the teacher of the new Animagi course at Hogwarts for sixth and seventh years."
Harry stared at him with a look of disbelief on his face.
" You're going to be a teacher," He croaked.
" Yep, and I expect you three to be in my class," Sirius said as he mocked being stern. The party continued on after that with lots of laughter and merriment.
Later that night...
Harry flopped down on his bed. Everyone had left at around midnight and he was exausted. He sat up slowly and looked around his room, having only glanced at it earlier.
It was a small, rectangular room painted blue with one window above his new desk. In fact, Sirius had gone to the liberty of buying Harry all new furniture. His bed was against the right side wall with his dresser right next to it on the left. Hedwig was asleep in her cage, which rested on a pedestal next to his desk. Harry smiled at how happy he was and layed back down. He promptly fell asleep.
Harry's Dream...
" Wormtail, fetch me a cauldron and some ingredients," said Voldemort in a low, hissing voice.
" Why, sir?" replied the bald, trembling man known as Wormtail.
" Because it is time for that traitor Snape to fell my wrath," cackled Voldemort, " I will brew the Impestus potion."
" The Impestus Potion sir? The year long potion?"
" Yes, that very one. If it is taken it will..."
Harry sat up boltright and clutched his throbbing scar.
" Fuck," Harry said simply.
A/N: Hope you liked that chapter. Please only constructive critisism and good reviews. I do not take kindly to flames. I fou flame me I will make you a character in my story and have you get hurt. Starting next chapter: a list of all the people who write nice things to me.
