Chapter Two
Disclaimer: I still own nothing. Not a single thing is mine. I still don't even own the word "brisk". :Sigh: All of the characters and stuff belong to JKR… Well most of em I think.
Also: Keep reviewing people, it makes just so happy. ^_^
The figure was watching Harry with daggers. Harry looked over the scruff face of the jagged figure, but he could barely see in the dark night, especially since the figure was covered in dark robes, a hood over it's face. All Harry could make out were a pair of deep red eyes like rubies. The figure reached out to grab Harry, and, in horror, Harry jumped back. He realized the robes of this figure were dripping with blood, which was sliding of the sliced robes of the figure like hot wax; making a puddle on the floor. The last thing Harry was worried about was the mess, as the figure grabbed Harry's arm and clamped a hand over his mouth. Harry didn't know what to make of it, he couldn't move and his vision began to blur. The aroma of the blood filled his thoughts, which felt strange, as if he was floating above the clouds. Harry passed out, the figure nodded slightly and went to open the window.
"Hooooot!!!!" Hedwig had suddenly awoken with a scare, as the figure was taking its master! The owl fluttered around in its cage, making as much noise as possible. The figure just stared at the owl, shaking his head. The figure stepped towards the window, Harry still passed out in its arms. Suddenly, the door was open by Mr. Dursley!
"Boy, shut up that owl or I will skin it and eat it for supper!" he grumbled, rubbing his eyes. When he turned on the light, all that was left was Harry passed out in a puddle of sliver stained blood, Hedwig was going insane in the cage.
"What have you been doing up here?!?" screamed Dursley, his voice full of confusion and hatred. Mr. Dursley noticed the blood and gasped in horror, stepping slowly backward and into the hallway. "P-P-Petunia!" he stammered slowly.
When Harry awoke, he was still in the pool of blood. He rubbed his eyes with a free hand, but smudged some of the silver goop all over his cheek. Harry yawned and got up, his head pounding. As he looked around he noticed the puddle and gasped; Harry had seen it before.
"Unicorn Blood?" he asked himself quietly, knowing the answer. He stood up out of it and looked around with a frown of disgust on his face. How on earth did unicorn blood end up in his room? He glanced out the window and sighed, suddenly remembering the eyes of the figure that looked over him; they were cold stones of red that pierced him. He could feel a slight pain in the back of his heart when thinking about it, but Harry was slightly relieved his scar wasn't aching at all. Harry looked around the bloodbath that was his room, and heard a small whimper.
Hedwig was curled up, her poor little body shielded by her feathers as she cried softly. Harry frowned and walked over, took Hedwig out of her cage and stroked her softly. "It'll be all right…" he mused softly as he pondered his situation. Harry glanced at his clock. It was nearly three in the afternoon. The Dursley's surely couldn't have missed this, could they? Harry set Hedwig back in her cage, she was now slightly relieving and hooting softly, almost like a purring kitten. Harry decided the best thing to do would be to try to get help from his friends. He took out some parchment, a quill and ink, and thought for a moment. Sirius hadn't replied to any of his other letters, but what other choice did he have?
'Dear Sirius' Harry began writing.
'I'm sorry to bother you, but it's urgent. Last night, a figure came into my room. He tried to kidnap me, and left a pool of unicorn blood on my floor! What could he possibly want? I don't believe Voldemort is involved, my scar wasn't burning.' Harry paused. 'And if you don't mind answering, why haven't you replied to any of my other owls?'
'-Harry'
Harry sighed and gave a small prayer for Sirius, before attaching the letter to Hedwig and sending her off. "Be careful now…" he said with another look of worry. He closed his window and watched the snowy owl fly over the bright sunny day, then something struck his mind. "Where are those Dursleys?" he wondered allowed. Harry spent a few minutes cleaning up the pool of blood, before continuing downstairs to find a note on the kitchen table.
'Boy, don't bother running! We're getting the police and I don't trust you alone with anyone. You have your chance to run and never come back!'
Harry winced. Uncle Vernon must've seen the unicorn blood and thought he did it. He stomach turned and he hung his head. He tossed the letter aside with an abused grin on his face, ran upstairs, packed all his Hogwarts things, grabbed Hedwig's cage and ran downstairs and out into the street. Harry didn't look back, with the same grin on his face. This couldn't be a bad thing, no way! Even if the Ministry could find out that unicorn's blood was found in Harry's room, he didn't care. He just kept walking down the street.
Looking slightly odd with a suitcase full of his stuff and a broomstick strapped to his back, he traveled down the street a little ways more before getting to a bench, where he sat and thought. Harry was almost positive he received a few strange looks from a passer by or two. Who wouldn't, seeing a fifteen-year-old boy with a broom hanging off his back and big suitcases?
Harry sighed and reminded himself that Ron's family would be glad to have him over whenever he wanted, he cursed himself for not sending an owl sooner about the incident.
"How on earth am I going to get to Hogw-" he paused, realizing there were a few muggles around. "School now? Got to stop thinking aloud." He scolded himself, but remembered his third year. The Knight Bus would arrive whenever he held out his wand, but in the middle of a busy street? No, it would have to wait until night. So harry grabbed his stuff and walked slowly down the street.
An hour later, his back sore and his arms tired, he arrived at the entrance of a small motel. Harry had luckily scavenged up enough money in fifteen years for a room for the night. The odd-looking boy walked into the motel with a small sigh of relief, even though a few locals were staring at him. Harry walked up tot he man at the counter, who seemed slightly confused but shrugged it off.
"Hello can I help you?"
"Yes, uh, I'll take a room for one night." Harry said rather awkwardly, handing the man all the money he had. The man just raised an eyebrow at Harry's oddness.
"Alright." The man said simply, Harry was half expecting of getting screamed at. Harry sighed again in relief, took his bags and walked up to his assigned room. As the door swung open, the room was covered in mothballs and dust, but he grinned slightly. He noticed there was a television in the corner, his grin instantly grew wider. Never before has Harry gotten to watch what he wanted, so the next few hours flew by for him like a toddler in a candy store. That is, until Harry found the news channel.
A reporter was standing in front of what looked like, no it was, the Dursley's house! Behind him was a scene of pulling away a man dressed in dark robes. "Today, just here at Number Four Privet Drive, we have found one of the figures reported last night. We have the captive right behind me. It's none other than the killer who has been on the loose for a couple years now, as you might recall. He has taken many lives and is considered armed and dangerous. None other than -"
Harry's eyes widened as he watched the screen. There was his godfather being taken away in thick metal chains, surrounded by four or five other guards.
"Sirius Black."
Disclaimer: I still own nothing. Not a single thing is mine. I still don't even own the word "brisk". :Sigh: All of the characters and stuff belong to JKR… Well most of em I think.
Also: Keep reviewing people, it makes just so happy. ^_^
The figure was watching Harry with daggers. Harry looked over the scruff face of the jagged figure, but he could barely see in the dark night, especially since the figure was covered in dark robes, a hood over it's face. All Harry could make out were a pair of deep red eyes like rubies. The figure reached out to grab Harry, and, in horror, Harry jumped back. He realized the robes of this figure were dripping with blood, which was sliding of the sliced robes of the figure like hot wax; making a puddle on the floor. The last thing Harry was worried about was the mess, as the figure grabbed Harry's arm and clamped a hand over his mouth. Harry didn't know what to make of it, he couldn't move and his vision began to blur. The aroma of the blood filled his thoughts, which felt strange, as if he was floating above the clouds. Harry passed out, the figure nodded slightly and went to open the window.
"Hooooot!!!!" Hedwig had suddenly awoken with a scare, as the figure was taking its master! The owl fluttered around in its cage, making as much noise as possible. The figure just stared at the owl, shaking his head. The figure stepped towards the window, Harry still passed out in its arms. Suddenly, the door was open by Mr. Dursley!
"Boy, shut up that owl or I will skin it and eat it for supper!" he grumbled, rubbing his eyes. When he turned on the light, all that was left was Harry passed out in a puddle of sliver stained blood, Hedwig was going insane in the cage.
"What have you been doing up here?!?" screamed Dursley, his voice full of confusion and hatred. Mr. Dursley noticed the blood and gasped in horror, stepping slowly backward and into the hallway. "P-P-Petunia!" he stammered slowly.
When Harry awoke, he was still in the pool of blood. He rubbed his eyes with a free hand, but smudged some of the silver goop all over his cheek. Harry yawned and got up, his head pounding. As he looked around he noticed the puddle and gasped; Harry had seen it before.
"Unicorn Blood?" he asked himself quietly, knowing the answer. He stood up out of it and looked around with a frown of disgust on his face. How on earth did unicorn blood end up in his room? He glanced out the window and sighed, suddenly remembering the eyes of the figure that looked over him; they were cold stones of red that pierced him. He could feel a slight pain in the back of his heart when thinking about it, but Harry was slightly relieved his scar wasn't aching at all. Harry looked around the bloodbath that was his room, and heard a small whimper.
Hedwig was curled up, her poor little body shielded by her feathers as she cried softly. Harry frowned and walked over, took Hedwig out of her cage and stroked her softly. "It'll be all right…" he mused softly as he pondered his situation. Harry glanced at his clock. It was nearly three in the afternoon. The Dursley's surely couldn't have missed this, could they? Harry set Hedwig back in her cage, she was now slightly relieving and hooting softly, almost like a purring kitten. Harry decided the best thing to do would be to try to get help from his friends. He took out some parchment, a quill and ink, and thought for a moment. Sirius hadn't replied to any of his other letters, but what other choice did he have?
'Dear Sirius' Harry began writing.
'I'm sorry to bother you, but it's urgent. Last night, a figure came into my room. He tried to kidnap me, and left a pool of unicorn blood on my floor! What could he possibly want? I don't believe Voldemort is involved, my scar wasn't burning.' Harry paused. 'And if you don't mind answering, why haven't you replied to any of my other owls?'
'-Harry'
Harry sighed and gave a small prayer for Sirius, before attaching the letter to Hedwig and sending her off. "Be careful now…" he said with another look of worry. He closed his window and watched the snowy owl fly over the bright sunny day, then something struck his mind. "Where are those Dursleys?" he wondered allowed. Harry spent a few minutes cleaning up the pool of blood, before continuing downstairs to find a note on the kitchen table.
'Boy, don't bother running! We're getting the police and I don't trust you alone with anyone. You have your chance to run and never come back!'
Harry winced. Uncle Vernon must've seen the unicorn blood and thought he did it. He stomach turned and he hung his head. He tossed the letter aside with an abused grin on his face, ran upstairs, packed all his Hogwarts things, grabbed Hedwig's cage and ran downstairs and out into the street. Harry didn't look back, with the same grin on his face. This couldn't be a bad thing, no way! Even if the Ministry could find out that unicorn's blood was found in Harry's room, he didn't care. He just kept walking down the street.
Looking slightly odd with a suitcase full of his stuff and a broomstick strapped to his back, he traveled down the street a little ways more before getting to a bench, where he sat and thought. Harry was almost positive he received a few strange looks from a passer by or two. Who wouldn't, seeing a fifteen-year-old boy with a broom hanging off his back and big suitcases?
Harry sighed and reminded himself that Ron's family would be glad to have him over whenever he wanted, he cursed himself for not sending an owl sooner about the incident.
"How on earth am I going to get to Hogw-" he paused, realizing there were a few muggles around. "School now? Got to stop thinking aloud." He scolded himself, but remembered his third year. The Knight Bus would arrive whenever he held out his wand, but in the middle of a busy street? No, it would have to wait until night. So harry grabbed his stuff and walked slowly down the street.
An hour later, his back sore and his arms tired, he arrived at the entrance of a small motel. Harry had luckily scavenged up enough money in fifteen years for a room for the night. The odd-looking boy walked into the motel with a small sigh of relief, even though a few locals were staring at him. Harry walked up tot he man at the counter, who seemed slightly confused but shrugged it off.
"Hello can I help you?"
"Yes, uh, I'll take a room for one night." Harry said rather awkwardly, handing the man all the money he had. The man just raised an eyebrow at Harry's oddness.
"Alright." The man said simply, Harry was half expecting of getting screamed at. Harry sighed again in relief, took his bags and walked up to his assigned room. As the door swung open, the room was covered in mothballs and dust, but he grinned slightly. He noticed there was a television in the corner, his grin instantly grew wider. Never before has Harry gotten to watch what he wanted, so the next few hours flew by for him like a toddler in a candy store. That is, until Harry found the news channel.
A reporter was standing in front of what looked like, no it was, the Dursley's house! Behind him was a scene of pulling away a man dressed in dark robes. "Today, just here at Number Four Privet Drive, we have found one of the figures reported last night. We have the captive right behind me. It's none other than the killer who has been on the loose for a couple years now, as you might recall. He has taken many lives and is considered armed and dangerous. None other than -"
Harry's eyes widened as he watched the screen. There was his godfather being taken away in thick metal chains, surrounded by four or five other guards.
"Sirius Black."
