Dangers in the past.
Sirius stopped and looked down on his godson. "Harry?"
The headmaster stopped and looked back at them.
Harry knew before his godfather called him that he was being carried by Sirius; he actually was wondering why he wasn't in the hospital wing, because knowing Madame Pomfrey, it was virtually impossible for his godfather to have got him out of there without her making a fuss. Then he remembered where they where and why they were here. With a soft moan he opened his eyes and saw they were standing in the middle of a hallway with his head resting comfortably against his godfather's chest. He sighed and looked up at Sirius's laughing yet concerned eyes.
"Had a good nap, kid?"
Harry nodded with a small smile on his lips, then, for the first time, he noticed a younger Dumbledore standing near them. His eyes locked with the headmasters. Dumbledore was very surprised by the eyes of the child; they were bright green but had a sense of weariness in them that only older men should have. They were the eyes of someone who had seen too much, yet, they gave the boy a very mysterious touch. Finally, Dumbledore broke the gaze and smiled at the young boy.
"Hello Harry, I'm Professor Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts; I'm very happy to welcome you at our school."
"Thank you, sir; it's my pleasure to be here." Dumbledore blinked a little put out. The child even spoke like a grown up. Although his voice has not change, it had a soft like tone that sounded like it was used to people listening to him but still had a childlike tone . He shook his head in confusion; that boy was certainly a riddle. Harry hadn't noticed the look of confusion that had crossed the headmaster's face because he had turned to Sirius and was talked to him.
"Could you put me down, Ryan?"
"When we are in our room Harry. Should we keep going sir?" The old headmaster nodded while Harry settled back in his godfather's arms with a sigh. As they were walked through the hallways, Harry was trying to fight back the memories that these same hallways gave him. It wasn't a place Harry liked much considering three of his five teachers had been death eaters out to kill him. Instead of stopping before the entrance of the classroom as Harry expected, Dumbledore lead them to a picture of a Phoenix.
"This is the entrance to your rooms; I have changed them a little so you have separate rooms, a common room, and a bathroom. It opens and closes with the password: Voldemort." He looked for any reaction in his two companions, but there wasn't any.
Harry, wondering what they were waiting for, looked at the headmaster and smirked, when he realized what the older man had been been waiting for. "If you are waiting for us to flinch or be horrified or something about that stupid name, you'll be waiting for a long time."
"Harry! Don't be so rude!"
The gentle admonish by Sirius made Harry blush. "Sorry, sir."
Dumbledore laughed, happy to see there was still a child somewhere in there. "It's quite alright Harry; it's good to know that someone still remembers that a name holds no power. Let's go inside." The room was quite large and looked very comfortable. To Harry and Sirius's delight, it was decorated in Griffindor colors. There were several doors that led to the bedrooms and the bathroom. Their trunks were at one side of the common room before a large bookcase. There was a crystal table with some chairs, a couch, and some armchairs placed before a roaring fire. Sirius sat Harry down in one of the armchairs and went to look at the rooms. He returned shortly after.
"Everything ok?"
"Fine, thank you, Headmaster."
Dumbledore nodded and looked at Harry, who was staring at the fire, petting his snake. "If you need something just call the houselves. Dinner will be at eight, but you can have it here if you prefer."
"Very well, sir."
"I'll be seeing you." With those last words, the headmaster left. After the old man closed the door, Sirius carried the trunks to the rooms. When he returned to the common room, Harry was half asleep on the couch, and Derek had left, probably to catch some dinner.
"Harry?"
The boy's head snapped up; he rubbed his eyes and looked at his godfather. "Yes?"
"Can you stay awake long enough to eat something? I'll call the houselves."
"Hermione would have a fit if she had heard you right now."
Sirius chuckled and called the houselves through the fire. Several minutes later, a large meal appeared on the table. Harry stood up carefully, trying to maintain his balance, and slowly walked to the table; this time, Sirius didn't help him, but he was walking behind him, watching him like a hawk, ready to catch the boy if he fell. With a relieved sigh, Harry sat down in one of the chairs and looked at the food placed before him. It looked as delicious as ever, but he wasn't very hungry. Sirius helped him pick some things from the trays and then left to make his room ready for him to go to sleep. Harry was beginning to loathe this dependence on his godfather, but there was really nothing he could do about it; besides, it made him feel somewhat happy that Sirius was willingly doing all this for him. It was something no one had ever bothered doing.
Half an hour later, Sirius reappeared. "Come on, Harry, bedtime."
The teenager didn't argue; he stood up and leaning against Sirius they made their way to the room. It was a big room with a four-posted bed on one side, next to a big window. At the other side stood a dresser and a table with a chair. Sirius helped him change his clothes and tucked him in. His godfather sat down on the bed next to him and brushed some hair out of his eyes.
"I'll be downstairs; call me if you need me, ok, Harry?"
The boy nodded and closed his eyes. "Goodnight, Sirius."
His godfather smiled and kissed his forehead. "Sleep well little one." He stood up and walked to the door. Once there, he took out his wand and whispered, "nox." As all lights in the room went out, he quietly closed the door after him, knowing that Harry's pets had their own ways to come in.
To be continued...
Author's note: Thanks for all reviews. As of now, I'll be using the names Ryan and Sirius only talking about the old one. That will change till the young Sirius appears. And yes, Charlie is Ron's brother. Thanks to my beta- reader, Vinnie
Sirius stopped and looked down on his godson. "Harry?"
The headmaster stopped and looked back at them.
Harry knew before his godfather called him that he was being carried by Sirius; he actually was wondering why he wasn't in the hospital wing, because knowing Madame Pomfrey, it was virtually impossible for his godfather to have got him out of there without her making a fuss. Then he remembered where they where and why they were here. With a soft moan he opened his eyes and saw they were standing in the middle of a hallway with his head resting comfortably against his godfather's chest. He sighed and looked up at Sirius's laughing yet concerned eyes.
"Had a good nap, kid?"
Harry nodded with a small smile on his lips, then, for the first time, he noticed a younger Dumbledore standing near them. His eyes locked with the headmasters. Dumbledore was very surprised by the eyes of the child; they were bright green but had a sense of weariness in them that only older men should have. They were the eyes of someone who had seen too much, yet, they gave the boy a very mysterious touch. Finally, Dumbledore broke the gaze and smiled at the young boy.
"Hello Harry, I'm Professor Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts; I'm very happy to welcome you at our school."
"Thank you, sir; it's my pleasure to be here." Dumbledore blinked a little put out. The child even spoke like a grown up. Although his voice has not change, it had a soft like tone that sounded like it was used to people listening to him but still had a childlike tone . He shook his head in confusion; that boy was certainly a riddle. Harry hadn't noticed the look of confusion that had crossed the headmaster's face because he had turned to Sirius and was talked to him.
"Could you put me down, Ryan?"
"When we are in our room Harry. Should we keep going sir?" The old headmaster nodded while Harry settled back in his godfather's arms with a sigh. As they were walked through the hallways, Harry was trying to fight back the memories that these same hallways gave him. It wasn't a place Harry liked much considering three of his five teachers had been death eaters out to kill him. Instead of stopping before the entrance of the classroom as Harry expected, Dumbledore lead them to a picture of a Phoenix.
"This is the entrance to your rooms; I have changed them a little so you have separate rooms, a common room, and a bathroom. It opens and closes with the password: Voldemort." He looked for any reaction in his two companions, but there wasn't any.
Harry, wondering what they were waiting for, looked at the headmaster and smirked, when he realized what the older man had been been waiting for. "If you are waiting for us to flinch or be horrified or something about that stupid name, you'll be waiting for a long time."
"Harry! Don't be so rude!"
The gentle admonish by Sirius made Harry blush. "Sorry, sir."
Dumbledore laughed, happy to see there was still a child somewhere in there. "It's quite alright Harry; it's good to know that someone still remembers that a name holds no power. Let's go inside." The room was quite large and looked very comfortable. To Harry and Sirius's delight, it was decorated in Griffindor colors. There were several doors that led to the bedrooms and the bathroom. Their trunks were at one side of the common room before a large bookcase. There was a crystal table with some chairs, a couch, and some armchairs placed before a roaring fire. Sirius sat Harry down in one of the armchairs and went to look at the rooms. He returned shortly after.
"Everything ok?"
"Fine, thank you, Headmaster."
Dumbledore nodded and looked at Harry, who was staring at the fire, petting his snake. "If you need something just call the houselves. Dinner will be at eight, but you can have it here if you prefer."
"Very well, sir."
"I'll be seeing you." With those last words, the headmaster left. After the old man closed the door, Sirius carried the trunks to the rooms. When he returned to the common room, Harry was half asleep on the couch, and Derek had left, probably to catch some dinner.
"Harry?"
The boy's head snapped up; he rubbed his eyes and looked at his godfather. "Yes?"
"Can you stay awake long enough to eat something? I'll call the houselves."
"Hermione would have a fit if she had heard you right now."
Sirius chuckled and called the houselves through the fire. Several minutes later, a large meal appeared on the table. Harry stood up carefully, trying to maintain his balance, and slowly walked to the table; this time, Sirius didn't help him, but he was walking behind him, watching him like a hawk, ready to catch the boy if he fell. With a relieved sigh, Harry sat down in one of the chairs and looked at the food placed before him. It looked as delicious as ever, but he wasn't very hungry. Sirius helped him pick some things from the trays and then left to make his room ready for him to go to sleep. Harry was beginning to loathe this dependence on his godfather, but there was really nothing he could do about it; besides, it made him feel somewhat happy that Sirius was willingly doing all this for him. It was something no one had ever bothered doing.
Half an hour later, Sirius reappeared. "Come on, Harry, bedtime."
The teenager didn't argue; he stood up and leaning against Sirius they made their way to the room. It was a big room with a four-posted bed on one side, next to a big window. At the other side stood a dresser and a table with a chair. Sirius helped him change his clothes and tucked him in. His godfather sat down on the bed next to him and brushed some hair out of his eyes.
"I'll be downstairs; call me if you need me, ok, Harry?"
The boy nodded and closed his eyes. "Goodnight, Sirius."
His godfather smiled and kissed his forehead. "Sleep well little one." He stood up and walked to the door. Once there, he took out his wand and whispered, "nox." As all lights in the room went out, he quietly closed the door after him, knowing that Harry's pets had their own ways to come in.
To be continued...
Author's note: Thanks for all reviews. As of now, I'll be using the names Ryan and Sirius only talking about the old one. That will change till the young Sirius appears. And yes, Charlie is Ron's brother. Thanks to my beta- reader, Vinnie