Disclaimer: I wish Harry Potter were mine…
This is the last chapter. I know I didn't say in the last chapter but I was thinking about it and this will be the last chapter.
Dinner was not as eventful as Harry had expected. Perhaps the worst thing that happened was Mr. Weasley coming in and looking bug-eyed at Sirius. Mrs. Weasley had to take Mr. Weasley into the living room and explain the situation.
Sirius was given Fred and George's room and Fred and George bunked with Ron and Harry. Harry and Sirius left early the next morning, with only Mrs. Weasley to say good-bye to.
Just as the sun was coming up Sirius kicked the motorcycle to life and they left the Weasley household behind. An hour later they landed in front of Sirius's house.
The paint was peeling off of the front door and the front steps looked a bit unsafe but otherwise it was what Harry had always dreamed. Sirius led Harry inside and helped Harry bring his trunk to his new room.
"Well here it is. Your room."
My room. Harry thought. It was never Dudley's or anyone else's. It was his. All his. Harry couldn't speak. Sirius moved on to his own room to see if anything had changed.
Harry spent the rest of the day fixing up his room and the rest of his new home. They took a short lunch break and Sirius ordered from a muggle restaurant for dinner. It was quite entertaining when Sirius tried to pay the delivery boy is Sickles.
Finally the time came for sleep and Harry and Sirius went their separate ways. The next morning though, they spent a bit more time together.
Harry came downstairs groggy and still a bit sleepy. "Morning Sirius." He said yawning.
"Good morning Harry. Is bacon, eggs and toast for breakfast okay?"
"You bet." Harry said sitting down. Sirius placed the breakfast things on the table and they each helped themselves.
"Hey Harry, can you please pass the toast?"
It was then that it hit him. This wasn't a dream. This was real. Harry had a home. A real home. And Harry had a godfather. A godfather who wanted toast.
"Here you go." Harry said vacantly.
"Are you okay Harry?" Sirius asked, taking the toast.
"I'm wonderful. Perfectly wonderful."
Summer went by in a blur for once. The Quidditch World Cup was spectacular. Especially when Sirius met Lucius Malfoy…
The Weasleys, Hermione, Harry and Sirius were discussing who they thought were going to win the cup when Lucius Malfoy, with his son and wife came into the top box. Fudge talked with Mr. Malfoy for a minute and then he introduced Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Weasley. Mr. Malfoy took this time to insult Mr. Weasley.
"Good lord Arthur. How did you afford this? Surely your house couldn't fetch this much?"
Mr. Weasley was about to kill Mr. Malfoy when Sirius stepped in. "Why Lucius Malfoy! Long time no see! It's funny; you haven't changed much since you were a first year. You're still…short."
Mr. Malfoy gulped slightly. "H-h-hello Sirius."
Sirius smiled. "You might not want to sit in front of us. I have a tendency to throw things when my team looses."
Lucius complied and sat behind them nervously. The match was far more enjoyable after this.
Going back to school was slightly depressing, but still proved to be fun…at times.
The years went by and finally it was time for Harry's graduation. As Harry's name was called he walked up to collect his diploma to perhaps the greatest amount of applause for anyone.
And Sirius clapped the loudest of all.
Oh well. It's over. :-D.
This is the last chapter. I know I didn't say in the last chapter but I was thinking about it and this will be the last chapter.
Dinner was not as eventful as Harry had expected. Perhaps the worst thing that happened was Mr. Weasley coming in and looking bug-eyed at Sirius. Mrs. Weasley had to take Mr. Weasley into the living room and explain the situation.
Sirius was given Fred and George's room and Fred and George bunked with Ron and Harry. Harry and Sirius left early the next morning, with only Mrs. Weasley to say good-bye to.
Just as the sun was coming up Sirius kicked the motorcycle to life and they left the Weasley household behind. An hour later they landed in front of Sirius's house.
The paint was peeling off of the front door and the front steps looked a bit unsafe but otherwise it was what Harry had always dreamed. Sirius led Harry inside and helped Harry bring his trunk to his new room.
"Well here it is. Your room."
My room. Harry thought. It was never Dudley's or anyone else's. It was his. All his. Harry couldn't speak. Sirius moved on to his own room to see if anything had changed.
Harry spent the rest of the day fixing up his room and the rest of his new home. They took a short lunch break and Sirius ordered from a muggle restaurant for dinner. It was quite entertaining when Sirius tried to pay the delivery boy is Sickles.
Finally the time came for sleep and Harry and Sirius went their separate ways. The next morning though, they spent a bit more time together.
Harry came downstairs groggy and still a bit sleepy. "Morning Sirius." He said yawning.
"Good morning Harry. Is bacon, eggs and toast for breakfast okay?"
"You bet." Harry said sitting down. Sirius placed the breakfast things on the table and they each helped themselves.
"Hey Harry, can you please pass the toast?"
It was then that it hit him. This wasn't a dream. This was real. Harry had a home. A real home. And Harry had a godfather. A godfather who wanted toast.
"Here you go." Harry said vacantly.
"Are you okay Harry?" Sirius asked, taking the toast.
"I'm wonderful. Perfectly wonderful."
Summer went by in a blur for once. The Quidditch World Cup was spectacular. Especially when Sirius met Lucius Malfoy…
The Weasleys, Hermione, Harry and Sirius were discussing who they thought were going to win the cup when Lucius Malfoy, with his son and wife came into the top box. Fudge talked with Mr. Malfoy for a minute and then he introduced Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Weasley. Mr. Malfoy took this time to insult Mr. Weasley.
"Good lord Arthur. How did you afford this? Surely your house couldn't fetch this much?"
Mr. Weasley was about to kill Mr. Malfoy when Sirius stepped in. "Why Lucius Malfoy! Long time no see! It's funny; you haven't changed much since you were a first year. You're still…short."
Mr. Malfoy gulped slightly. "H-h-hello Sirius."
Sirius smiled. "You might not want to sit in front of us. I have a tendency to throw things when my team looses."
Lucius complied and sat behind them nervously. The match was far more enjoyable after this.
Going back to school was slightly depressing, but still proved to be fun…at times.
The years went by and finally it was time for Harry's graduation. As Harry's name was called he walked up to collect his diploma to perhaps the greatest amount of applause for anyone.
And Sirius clapped the loudest of all.
Oh well. It's over. :-D.