Dangers in the past:
It was early the next morning when Harry woke up, and after checking his watch and seeing it was barely six o'clock, he contemplated that it wouldn't be a good idea to go back to sleep. He stretched out and carefully stood up; he seemed to be more stable on his legs then he had been the day before, and he went out of his room to the common room. Once again, the houselves had started a fire that was now warming up the room that had chilled out during the night. Derek was now lying on the couch still sleeping, and Godric was perched on an armchair with his head under a wing. Harry quietly made his way to the bathroom and changed into a pair of black robes, he brushed his long hair and put it into a ponytail so it would stay out of his eyes, and finally put his contacts on. Happy with the way he looked, he went out once again to the common room and sat down in the couch. Without thinking about it, he summoned a book from the bookcase, without his wand or words. Wandless magic had become a second nature to him, although he always carried his wand; he didn't want people noticing him doing that. He took the book he had summoned and smirked at the title, it was called: Dark arts: What you need to know. He shook his head; he didn't need to know anything else about the Dark Arts, all he knew he had learned it fighting Voldemort and that had been the most effective way he could think of to learn it. Nevertheless, he opened the book and began to read it; he had noticed the day before that all the books on the bookcase were on dark arts and he doubted he would find something more interesting. Nearly an hour later, Sirius came out of his room, still looking half asleep.
"Good morning, Snuffles."
Sirius yawned and smiled lazily at Harry. "Good morning, Kid, have you been up long?"
"An hour or so."
Sirius took a closer look at the book his godson was reading and frowned. "Do you have to read those kind of books? You already know more about dark arts than I'd like for you to know." Harry rolled his eyes and closed the book.
"No, I don't have to read those kind of books, but you might have noticed that all books in here are about dark arts."
"We can go to the library later on today and pick up other books, books more suited for a fifteen year old."
"Whatever. I'm hungry, can we have breakfast?"
"Yeah, but we are going downstairs this time."
Harry frowned. "But all the professors will be there."
"Yes, and they want to meet you. Besides, Ethan is worried out of his mind about you; he kept asking if you were alright. You staying up here all day is not going to reassure him."
" Ok, ok." Harry stood up and picked Derek up, waking him up.
*Come on sssleepy head, time to wake up. *
*What'sss wrong Young Massster? *
*Nothing's wrong, Sssiriusss and I are going downssstairsss to have breakfassst, jussst wondering if you were coming. *
*Of courssse. *
Then Harry looked over at Godric, but seeing the bird was still deeply asleep and knowing he had probably just returned, Harry decided to let him sleep. He turned to Sirius and saw that he was looking at him with an amused expression. "What?"
"Oh, nothing. Come on, let's go."
Slowly they made their way to the great hall, but half way there, Harry got dizzy and had to grip Sirius's arm for support. The older man quickly gripped Harry's arms in return and looked down in concern at his godson's pale face.
"Are you ok?"
"I'm fine, just a little dizzy. Man, I hate this; it's frustrating not being able to walk long on my own."
"I know, Kid, but you know there's nothing you or I can do about it, else you know I would."
"I know, Ryan, I know. Don't worry about it."
"Do you want me to carry you?"
Harry frowned, disgusted with himself, but finally sighed and nodded. "You better do, else we'll arrive there for lunch instead of breakfast." Sirius laughed softly and lifted the slight form of his godson into his arms. Harry was grateful they hadn't run into anyone on their way down. When they arrived at the door that led to the Great Hall, Sirius put him down and wrapped an arm around his waist to support him. With a reassuring smile to his godson, Sirius pushed open the doors and led the boy inside. He made his way to the only table that was there right now, the head table. Not all the teachers had arrived yet, but the headmaster was seated there and smiled gently at them.
"Good morning, Harry, Ryan, please sit down."
Sirius let Harry slide into one of the chairs and sat next to him. "Good morning, everyone." Harry just nodded and pretended to look around the Great Hall in awe, while in reality, he was looking at the teachers that were gathered around the table. He knew most of them; they just looked a lot younger then he remembered. He turned his attention to Dumbledore when he talked.
"Harry, these are going to be your teachers while you stay at Hogwarts." The headmaster began to introduce them to him. Professor Flitwick smiled happily at him, McGonagall gave him a small smile while Binns just ignored him; Harry wondered what he was doing down there if ghosts didn't eat. What surprised him the most was the big, happy smile Professor Jackelle, the potions mistress, sent him. She was a slender woman, probably in her mid- thirties and she didn't look pale nor bitter like Snape always did. It was a big change, after having had Snape for five years straight to now have this woman seemed heaven. Someone ruffling his hair, pulling nearly all of it out of the ponytail, interrupted his thoughts. He looked up a little annoyed but brightened when he saw Charlie looking down at him.
"Good morning, Harry, how are you feeling?"
"Morning, Ethan, I'm feeling fine, thanks. It's just that Ryan had to carry me downstairs for most of the way"
"Don't worry about it, Harry. I'm sure in a few weeks you'll be breaking havoc again."
Harry rolled his eyes, but his attention was drawn to his snowy owl Hedwig. She landed before him, letter tied to her leg. Harry took it and paled slightly at the sight of the official looking letter; it seemed that Dumbledore had found a way to sent him his OWL's results.
To be continued...
Author's note: Sorry if you think chapters are short, I don't really have much time right now. But I promise I will make them longer in the future. Thanks for all reviews.
Thanks to my beta-reader, Vinnie.
It was early the next morning when Harry woke up, and after checking his watch and seeing it was barely six o'clock, he contemplated that it wouldn't be a good idea to go back to sleep. He stretched out and carefully stood up; he seemed to be more stable on his legs then he had been the day before, and he went out of his room to the common room. Once again, the houselves had started a fire that was now warming up the room that had chilled out during the night. Derek was now lying on the couch still sleeping, and Godric was perched on an armchair with his head under a wing. Harry quietly made his way to the bathroom and changed into a pair of black robes, he brushed his long hair and put it into a ponytail so it would stay out of his eyes, and finally put his contacts on. Happy with the way he looked, he went out once again to the common room and sat down in the couch. Without thinking about it, he summoned a book from the bookcase, without his wand or words. Wandless magic had become a second nature to him, although he always carried his wand; he didn't want people noticing him doing that. He took the book he had summoned and smirked at the title, it was called: Dark arts: What you need to know. He shook his head; he didn't need to know anything else about the Dark Arts, all he knew he had learned it fighting Voldemort and that had been the most effective way he could think of to learn it. Nevertheless, he opened the book and began to read it; he had noticed the day before that all the books on the bookcase were on dark arts and he doubted he would find something more interesting. Nearly an hour later, Sirius came out of his room, still looking half asleep.
"Good morning, Snuffles."
Sirius yawned and smiled lazily at Harry. "Good morning, Kid, have you been up long?"
"An hour or so."
Sirius took a closer look at the book his godson was reading and frowned. "Do you have to read those kind of books? You already know more about dark arts than I'd like for you to know." Harry rolled his eyes and closed the book.
"No, I don't have to read those kind of books, but you might have noticed that all books in here are about dark arts."
"We can go to the library later on today and pick up other books, books more suited for a fifteen year old."
"Whatever. I'm hungry, can we have breakfast?"
"Yeah, but we are going downstairs this time."
Harry frowned. "But all the professors will be there."
"Yes, and they want to meet you. Besides, Ethan is worried out of his mind about you; he kept asking if you were alright. You staying up here all day is not going to reassure him."
" Ok, ok." Harry stood up and picked Derek up, waking him up.
*Come on sssleepy head, time to wake up. *
*What'sss wrong Young Massster? *
*Nothing's wrong, Sssiriusss and I are going downssstairsss to have breakfassst, jussst wondering if you were coming. *
*Of courssse. *
Then Harry looked over at Godric, but seeing the bird was still deeply asleep and knowing he had probably just returned, Harry decided to let him sleep. He turned to Sirius and saw that he was looking at him with an amused expression. "What?"
"Oh, nothing. Come on, let's go."
Slowly they made their way to the great hall, but half way there, Harry got dizzy and had to grip Sirius's arm for support. The older man quickly gripped Harry's arms in return and looked down in concern at his godson's pale face.
"Are you ok?"
"I'm fine, just a little dizzy. Man, I hate this; it's frustrating not being able to walk long on my own."
"I know, Kid, but you know there's nothing you or I can do about it, else you know I would."
"I know, Ryan, I know. Don't worry about it."
"Do you want me to carry you?"
Harry frowned, disgusted with himself, but finally sighed and nodded. "You better do, else we'll arrive there for lunch instead of breakfast." Sirius laughed softly and lifted the slight form of his godson into his arms. Harry was grateful they hadn't run into anyone on their way down. When they arrived at the door that led to the Great Hall, Sirius put him down and wrapped an arm around his waist to support him. With a reassuring smile to his godson, Sirius pushed open the doors and led the boy inside. He made his way to the only table that was there right now, the head table. Not all the teachers had arrived yet, but the headmaster was seated there and smiled gently at them.
"Good morning, Harry, Ryan, please sit down."
Sirius let Harry slide into one of the chairs and sat next to him. "Good morning, everyone." Harry just nodded and pretended to look around the Great Hall in awe, while in reality, he was looking at the teachers that were gathered around the table. He knew most of them; they just looked a lot younger then he remembered. He turned his attention to Dumbledore when he talked.
"Harry, these are going to be your teachers while you stay at Hogwarts." The headmaster began to introduce them to him. Professor Flitwick smiled happily at him, McGonagall gave him a small smile while Binns just ignored him; Harry wondered what he was doing down there if ghosts didn't eat. What surprised him the most was the big, happy smile Professor Jackelle, the potions mistress, sent him. She was a slender woman, probably in her mid- thirties and she didn't look pale nor bitter like Snape always did. It was a big change, after having had Snape for five years straight to now have this woman seemed heaven. Someone ruffling his hair, pulling nearly all of it out of the ponytail, interrupted his thoughts. He looked up a little annoyed but brightened when he saw Charlie looking down at him.
"Good morning, Harry, how are you feeling?"
"Morning, Ethan, I'm feeling fine, thanks. It's just that Ryan had to carry me downstairs for most of the way"
"Don't worry about it, Harry. I'm sure in a few weeks you'll be breaking havoc again."
Harry rolled his eyes, but his attention was drawn to his snowy owl Hedwig. She landed before him, letter tied to her leg. Harry took it and paled slightly at the sight of the official looking letter; it seemed that Dumbledore had found a way to sent him his OWL's results.
To be continued...
Author's note: Sorry if you think chapters are short, I don't really have much time right now. But I promise I will make them longer in the future. Thanks for all reviews.
Thanks to my beta-reader, Vinnie.