A/N as always please review. This is the not so fun chapter but I must
write it to advance the "plot". Fun… Oooww oooww funny joke! What would you
call a fruit drink created by Michelangelo (- s/p?)? A Sistine Snapple!! Ha
ha ha ha!! Uh no… ok… nm.
What if Sirius had reached Godric's Hollow before Hagrid on that horrible Halloween night when Lily and James Potter died…?
Stars in the Night
Chapter Three
1 The Dursleys
"Well Harry it looks like I will be taking to your aunt and uncle after all." Dumbledore smiled at Harry who was sitting in one of the chairs in front of Dumbledore's desk.
Harry looked up at him but didn't say anything in response, he was tried and ready for a nap after such an eventful morning.
"I'm sure you'll enjoy it there, your cousin Dudley is about your age so you'll have someone to play with. Come along now Harry."
They left the his office and headed down to Hogmead Harry following reluctantly he would rather be home sleeping. They were to take the Hogwarts Express into London from there they would take a cab to Number 4 Privet Drive, Harry's new home. Harry didn't understand what was happening he wanted his mum and Prongs, where were they?
Poor Harry no one had bothered to explain anything to him, perhaps they didn't realize the child did not know or maybe they thought it best that he not know until he was ready.
Harry slept on the ride to London waking up briefly to make the short walk from the plat form to the street where they got into the cab. He slept all the way to privet drive and reluctantly woke up again as Dumbledore paid the driver and took Harry to meet his new family.
Dumbledore rang the bell and waited patiently for the door to be answered. It wasn't long before a big beefy man with a mustache stood before him.
"Yes, what is it?" Vernon said impatiently the voice of a crying child could be herd in the background.
"Hello are you Mr. Vernon Dursley?" Dumbledore said as politely as he could.
"Yes I am."
"My name is Albus Dumbledore I was a friend of your wife sister and I am sorry to say I am here on some very grave business." Said Dumbledore with an air of formality. At the mention of Vernon's wife's sister Vernon himself went very pale and shouted for his wife.
"Petunia!" she came immediately.
"What is it what's wrong. Who's this?" She added noticing the old man and small child.
"Petunia Dursley, I'm here on behalf of your sister Lily, I am sorry to inform you that last Halloween your sister and her husband James Potter died leaving there son Harry an orphan. As Harry's only living relatives you have full custody of the child and I am here to leave him with you." They gaped at him for years they had denied any relation to "Lily's crowed" any and now here was their nephew who was to live with them. It was simply too unbelievable. "I have here a letter that explains everything. I'm terribly sorry but I can't stay much I have other business to which I must attained. Good day."
Dumbledore left he really hoped he would be able to avoid having to confront the Dursleys. It would have been easier that way but he did what he knew he must. Now all that was left for him to do was to ensure there would be someone he could trust near by to watch over Harry at a distance. Luckily he all ready knew someone who was qualified for the job; Mrs. Figg an old retired friend of his. The one time Auror would be able to handle most anything, though she had become a bit cinle in her old age, what with the cats and all.
***
Two days after Dumbledore had left Harry with the Dursleys Dumbledore had managed to contact and speak with Mrs. Figg. She had agreed to move into the neighborhood and keep an eye out for Harry. Today they were moving into the house that would be her new home. Everything went smoothly and Mrs. Figg was getting cozy in her house. All that had to be done now would be done be Dumbledore himself.
Late that night, midnight to be precise, Dumbledore made his way done Privet Drive until he reached #4. Making sure not to be seen Dumbledore became invisible with nothing more then a little pop. He began his work setting up the delicate spells that would insure that as long as Harry were here with his family in this house no one who didn't know the address would not be able to find it using any kind of spell. Not even Voldemort himself would have been able to find the house. Dumbledore believed these steps necessary he didn't want any at large Death Eaters coming after Harry seeking revenge. It took numerous hours but the spell was safely intact by the time the sun rouse. Dumbledore left as silently as he had come; never to have been seen on Privet Drive.
*** (Sirius)
It was cold were he lay. He could hear the waves crashing angrily against the rocky shore of the Island where he was to spend the rest of his life wasting away. The Dementors came frequently each time it became worse for him. How was he going to last, to live. He wasn't said a small voice in the back of his mind, he had become accustom to this part of him the part that was negatively sensible. He didn't like what it had to say for the most part but it gave him a sort of strength that the Dementors couldn't take from him. He had only been there three days and already he had become use to the screaming of his fellow prisoners. They screamed every night often waking Sirius from his restless sleep.
During the day he would usually think of ways he would kill Peter if he ever got out of this place. He would think back on all the stuff Peter had done all the pain and torment he had caused and Sirius would visualize how he could do the same to Peter. Knowing he was innocent kept him going. But how long would he last like this? How long before he became like the others here? How long before he to went mad, before he started muttering to himself, before he screamed out in his sleep?
This it he thought this is my life, I will live here and become like the rest. No more Harry, no more James, and no more freedom. He sighed before curling up into a little ball and drifted into a dreamless sleep. He would wake up in the mourning and begin his day like every day since he had arrived. His food would be brought to him, a bowl of brunt ice-cold porridge. He would eat it then sit and think, then he would pace across the small cell. Lunch would come, bread cheese ham and water, all old stale tasting, He would eat it then think some more. The Dementors would come and he would be trapped within himself. Night would slowly fall more measly food would be brought. Dementors would stand guard and prisoners would scream and mutter to them selves. Then he would sleep again, and do it all over again.
A/N okay so it's another shortie but I really hated writing it its so depressing. I think not wanting to write it made it shorter. Its really an in between chapter any way. The next one will be longer promise. As always please review!
Jenny - You sound exactly like my best friend Claire she said the same thing when I told her about it. See: it was the only way I could figure to make Sirius still seem possibly innocent to any one. And they way I see it Remus is too mad at Sirius to be thinking clearly plus he's still sad about Lily and James and Dumbledore being so smart probably already knows Sirius didn't do it but he cant prove it so he's not going to say anything yet, you know Dumbledore…. That's the best I can come up with hopefully later chapters will feel in the blanks for you.
What if Sirius had reached Godric's Hollow before Hagrid on that horrible Halloween night when Lily and James Potter died…?
Stars in the Night
Chapter Three
1 The Dursleys
"Well Harry it looks like I will be taking to your aunt and uncle after all." Dumbledore smiled at Harry who was sitting in one of the chairs in front of Dumbledore's desk.
Harry looked up at him but didn't say anything in response, he was tried and ready for a nap after such an eventful morning.
"I'm sure you'll enjoy it there, your cousin Dudley is about your age so you'll have someone to play with. Come along now Harry."
They left the his office and headed down to Hogmead Harry following reluctantly he would rather be home sleeping. They were to take the Hogwarts Express into London from there they would take a cab to Number 4 Privet Drive, Harry's new home. Harry didn't understand what was happening he wanted his mum and Prongs, where were they?
Poor Harry no one had bothered to explain anything to him, perhaps they didn't realize the child did not know or maybe they thought it best that he not know until he was ready.
Harry slept on the ride to London waking up briefly to make the short walk from the plat form to the street where they got into the cab. He slept all the way to privet drive and reluctantly woke up again as Dumbledore paid the driver and took Harry to meet his new family.
Dumbledore rang the bell and waited patiently for the door to be answered. It wasn't long before a big beefy man with a mustache stood before him.
"Yes, what is it?" Vernon said impatiently the voice of a crying child could be herd in the background.
"Hello are you Mr. Vernon Dursley?" Dumbledore said as politely as he could.
"Yes I am."
"My name is Albus Dumbledore I was a friend of your wife sister and I am sorry to say I am here on some very grave business." Said Dumbledore with an air of formality. At the mention of Vernon's wife's sister Vernon himself went very pale and shouted for his wife.
"Petunia!" she came immediately.
"What is it what's wrong. Who's this?" She added noticing the old man and small child.
"Petunia Dursley, I'm here on behalf of your sister Lily, I am sorry to inform you that last Halloween your sister and her husband James Potter died leaving there son Harry an orphan. As Harry's only living relatives you have full custody of the child and I am here to leave him with you." They gaped at him for years they had denied any relation to "Lily's crowed" any and now here was their nephew who was to live with them. It was simply too unbelievable. "I have here a letter that explains everything. I'm terribly sorry but I can't stay much I have other business to which I must attained. Good day."
Dumbledore left he really hoped he would be able to avoid having to confront the Dursleys. It would have been easier that way but he did what he knew he must. Now all that was left for him to do was to ensure there would be someone he could trust near by to watch over Harry at a distance. Luckily he all ready knew someone who was qualified for the job; Mrs. Figg an old retired friend of his. The one time Auror would be able to handle most anything, though she had become a bit cinle in her old age, what with the cats and all.
***
Two days after Dumbledore had left Harry with the Dursleys Dumbledore had managed to contact and speak with Mrs. Figg. She had agreed to move into the neighborhood and keep an eye out for Harry. Today they were moving into the house that would be her new home. Everything went smoothly and Mrs. Figg was getting cozy in her house. All that had to be done now would be done be Dumbledore himself.
Late that night, midnight to be precise, Dumbledore made his way done Privet Drive until he reached #4. Making sure not to be seen Dumbledore became invisible with nothing more then a little pop. He began his work setting up the delicate spells that would insure that as long as Harry were here with his family in this house no one who didn't know the address would not be able to find it using any kind of spell. Not even Voldemort himself would have been able to find the house. Dumbledore believed these steps necessary he didn't want any at large Death Eaters coming after Harry seeking revenge. It took numerous hours but the spell was safely intact by the time the sun rouse. Dumbledore left as silently as he had come; never to have been seen on Privet Drive.
*** (Sirius)
It was cold were he lay. He could hear the waves crashing angrily against the rocky shore of the Island where he was to spend the rest of his life wasting away. The Dementors came frequently each time it became worse for him. How was he going to last, to live. He wasn't said a small voice in the back of his mind, he had become accustom to this part of him the part that was negatively sensible. He didn't like what it had to say for the most part but it gave him a sort of strength that the Dementors couldn't take from him. He had only been there three days and already he had become use to the screaming of his fellow prisoners. They screamed every night often waking Sirius from his restless sleep.
During the day he would usually think of ways he would kill Peter if he ever got out of this place. He would think back on all the stuff Peter had done all the pain and torment he had caused and Sirius would visualize how he could do the same to Peter. Knowing he was innocent kept him going. But how long would he last like this? How long before he became like the others here? How long before he to went mad, before he started muttering to himself, before he screamed out in his sleep?
This it he thought this is my life, I will live here and become like the rest. No more Harry, no more James, and no more freedom. He sighed before curling up into a little ball and drifted into a dreamless sleep. He would wake up in the mourning and begin his day like every day since he had arrived. His food would be brought to him, a bowl of brunt ice-cold porridge. He would eat it then sit and think, then he would pace across the small cell. Lunch would come, bread cheese ham and water, all old stale tasting, He would eat it then think some more. The Dementors would come and he would be trapped within himself. Night would slowly fall more measly food would be brought. Dementors would stand guard and prisoners would scream and mutter to them selves. Then he would sleep again, and do it all over again.
A/N okay so it's another shortie but I really hated writing it its so depressing. I think not wanting to write it made it shorter. Its really an in between chapter any way. The next one will be longer promise. As always please review!
Jenny - You sound exactly like my best friend Claire she said the same thing when I told her about it. See: it was the only way I could figure to make Sirius still seem possibly innocent to any one. And they way I see it Remus is too mad at Sirius to be thinking clearly plus he's still sad about Lily and James and Dumbledore being so smart probably already knows Sirius didn't do it but he cant prove it so he's not going to say anything yet, you know Dumbledore…. That's the best I can come up with hopefully later chapters will feel in the blanks for you.