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They apparated to a spot near the three broomsticks. Looking at the papers Dumbledore had give him Sirius began to walk in a direction. He still held his arm around Harry, making sure the boy followed him. Remus and Minerva walked after him, trying to keep people from noticing them much. After about twenty minutes they arrived at the outskirts of the town and saw a big cottage surrounded by numerous trees. It was a lovely sight and Sirius immediately liked the place. They went inside and saw the house was sparsely furnished. Noticing Harry was now leaning heavily against him, Sirius led the boy to what would be the living room. There was only a couch and a few chairs surrounding a table but it was enough for the moment. Sirius settled Harry on the couch and the boy curled up almost immediately. Stroking his head Sirius told his godson to go to sleep, an highly unnecessary command since Harry had already closed his eyes. The man looked at Harry for a while till he was sure he was deeply asleep. He then moved out of the living room, silently closing the door behind him. He met Remus and Minerva in the hall. They had gone upstairs and Lupin was holding a list of things they needed. They looked up when he joined them.
"Hey, Padfoot, where's Harry?"
"I left him sleeping in the living room." They both nodded and lowered their voices.
"I've been making a list of thing we need. What's in the living room?"
"There's only a couch, some chairs and a table. I think it would be better to get everything for the living room." Remus nodded and wrote it up. While he was writing, Sirius turned to Minerva. "Are there beds upstairs? I think Harry would be more comfortable up there."
"There's a bed in one of the rooms. I'll go arrange it." McGonagall left the hall and the two men moved to the kitchen to see what was needed there. Half an hour later Minerva returned and found them talking in hushed voices sitting on the stairs.
"Sirius, it's ready." Sirius looked up and smiled at her.
"Thanks Minerva." Standing up he went to the living room and turned shortly after with Harry cradled against his chest, still sleeping peacefully. Careful not to jar the boy Sirius went up the stairs and entered the room Minerva had told him the bed was. It was a fairly big room, with several windows. Sirius walked to the bed, put Harry under the covers and left the room silently.
The three adults worked hard that morning transfiguring rocks into the furniture they needed. Minerva found herself in her element going from room to room putting the right things in place. When she reached the room where Harry was she hesitated a moment but then decided to go in quietly as to no wake up the boy. As soon as she was in she noticed it had been unnecessary, Harry was still laying curled up in bed but had his eyes open. He moved slightly to look at who had come in and she smiled slightly at him. Minerva approached the bed and bent over the slight form laying in there.
"Hello Harry, had a nice nap?" Harry contemplated if he should answer but finally years of good manners nearly beaten into him by his aunt won out and he settled by a simple:
"Yes ma'am." The voice was as dull as it had been the day before, but Minerva was relieved he had at least answered. She smiled slightly at him.
"That's good. Do you mind if I put some furniture in the room?" The boy simply shrugged his shoulders and looked away. Minerva, sensing the boy's attention was no longer on her, sighed, straightened up and silently began to transfigure the few rocks she had left. When she left the room, after having added a table, a chair and some dressers, she saw Harry had closed his eyes again, but judging by the tension in his body he was not sleeping. McGonagall went to look for Sirius and found him just putting the final touches on the living room.
"Hey, Sirius." He looked down on her from the chair he was standing on.
"Yes?"
"Just wanted to tell you all the house is furnished."
"Thanks Minerva, I really appreciate it."
"You're welcome. And Harry is awake." Sirius turned away from the picture he had just hung up and jumped to the ground.
"Thanks." With a smile to the witch he left the room and headed upstairs.
When he entered the room Harry had moved to the one of the newly transfigured chairs and was looking outside.
"Hello Harry, nice view?" The boy spun around, a look of fear crossing his features before it settled back on his blank look. Slowly he turned back to the window but Sirius noticed he was looking at him through the glass, not missing any of his movements. Slowly, as to not frighten him more he moved to another chair next to the one his godson was sitting in and sank into it, his eyes not moving from Harry's form. They stayed in silence for a while, Harry had relaxed somewhat but was still watching him carefully.
"Relax Harry, I'm not going to hurt you, I promise." The boy didn't move, eyes still fixed on the window. Sirius sighed and tried to stuck up a conversation. "Are you glad to be here, Harry?" After a pause the dull voice answered.
"Yes, sir." Sirius frowned.
"Kido, there's no need to be so formal, you can call me Sirius, or Padfoot, you always have." A very slight nod from the boy's head was his only answer. Sirius repressed a sigh, he wasn't getting anywhere this way. Finally, after having tried unsuccessfully to get Harry to open up some more he stood up.
"I'm going downstairs, Kido, we'll eat in a while, I'll come and get you then, ok?" A soft yes was all the answer he got, but at least it wasn't only a nod from the boy's head. Sirius shook his head slightly and left the room, closing the door after him.
To be continued...
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They apparated to a spot near the three broomsticks. Looking at the papers Dumbledore had give him Sirius began to walk in a direction. He still held his arm around Harry, making sure the boy followed him. Remus and Minerva walked after him, trying to keep people from noticing them much. After about twenty minutes they arrived at the outskirts of the town and saw a big cottage surrounded by numerous trees. It was a lovely sight and Sirius immediately liked the place. They went inside and saw the house was sparsely furnished. Noticing Harry was now leaning heavily against him, Sirius led the boy to what would be the living room. There was only a couch and a few chairs surrounding a table but it was enough for the moment. Sirius settled Harry on the couch and the boy curled up almost immediately. Stroking his head Sirius told his godson to go to sleep, an highly unnecessary command since Harry had already closed his eyes. The man looked at Harry for a while till he was sure he was deeply asleep. He then moved out of the living room, silently closing the door behind him. He met Remus and Minerva in the hall. They had gone upstairs and Lupin was holding a list of things they needed. They looked up when he joined them.
"Hey, Padfoot, where's Harry?"
"I left him sleeping in the living room." They both nodded and lowered their voices.
"I've been making a list of thing we need. What's in the living room?"
"There's only a couch, some chairs and a table. I think it would be better to get everything for the living room." Remus nodded and wrote it up. While he was writing, Sirius turned to Minerva. "Are there beds upstairs? I think Harry would be more comfortable up there."
"There's a bed in one of the rooms. I'll go arrange it." McGonagall left the hall and the two men moved to the kitchen to see what was needed there. Half an hour later Minerva returned and found them talking in hushed voices sitting on the stairs.
"Sirius, it's ready." Sirius looked up and smiled at her.
"Thanks Minerva." Standing up he went to the living room and turned shortly after with Harry cradled against his chest, still sleeping peacefully. Careful not to jar the boy Sirius went up the stairs and entered the room Minerva had told him the bed was. It was a fairly big room, with several windows. Sirius walked to the bed, put Harry under the covers and left the room silently.
The three adults worked hard that morning transfiguring rocks into the furniture they needed. Minerva found herself in her element going from room to room putting the right things in place. When she reached the room where Harry was she hesitated a moment but then decided to go in quietly as to no wake up the boy. As soon as she was in she noticed it had been unnecessary, Harry was still laying curled up in bed but had his eyes open. He moved slightly to look at who had come in and she smiled slightly at him. Minerva approached the bed and bent over the slight form laying in there.
"Hello Harry, had a nice nap?" Harry contemplated if he should answer but finally years of good manners nearly beaten into him by his aunt won out and he settled by a simple:
"Yes ma'am." The voice was as dull as it had been the day before, but Minerva was relieved he had at least answered. She smiled slightly at him.
"That's good. Do you mind if I put some furniture in the room?" The boy simply shrugged his shoulders and looked away. Minerva, sensing the boy's attention was no longer on her, sighed, straightened up and silently began to transfigure the few rocks she had left. When she left the room, after having added a table, a chair and some dressers, she saw Harry had closed his eyes again, but judging by the tension in his body he was not sleeping. McGonagall went to look for Sirius and found him just putting the final touches on the living room.
"Hey, Sirius." He looked down on her from the chair he was standing on.
"Yes?"
"Just wanted to tell you all the house is furnished."
"Thanks Minerva, I really appreciate it."
"You're welcome. And Harry is awake." Sirius turned away from the picture he had just hung up and jumped to the ground.
"Thanks." With a smile to the witch he left the room and headed upstairs.
When he entered the room Harry had moved to the one of the newly transfigured chairs and was looking outside.
"Hello Harry, nice view?" The boy spun around, a look of fear crossing his features before it settled back on his blank look. Slowly he turned back to the window but Sirius noticed he was looking at him through the glass, not missing any of his movements. Slowly, as to not frighten him more he moved to another chair next to the one his godson was sitting in and sank into it, his eyes not moving from Harry's form. They stayed in silence for a while, Harry had relaxed somewhat but was still watching him carefully.
"Relax Harry, I'm not going to hurt you, I promise." The boy didn't move, eyes still fixed on the window. Sirius sighed and tried to stuck up a conversation. "Are you glad to be here, Harry?" After a pause the dull voice answered.
"Yes, sir." Sirius frowned.
"Kido, there's no need to be so formal, you can call me Sirius, or Padfoot, you always have." A very slight nod from the boy's head was his only answer. Sirius repressed a sigh, he wasn't getting anywhere this way. Finally, after having tried unsuccessfully to get Harry to open up some more he stood up.
"I'm going downstairs, Kido, we'll eat in a while, I'll come and get you then, ok?" A soft yes was all the answer he got, but at least it wasn't only a nod from the boy's head. Sirius shook his head slightly and left the room, closing the door after him.
To be continued...
Author's notes: Thanks for all reviews.