Dangers in the past:
After breakfast Sirius announced that he was going to Diagon Alley to get some things for him and Harry. His godson agreed to stay with Ethan till he returned. The first thing the two boys did was go to the library; Harry wanted to pick up some books that wouldn't upset his godfather. Madame Pince agreed to send the books to his room later and Harry walked away with Charlie. They went for a short walk on the grounds because Ethan insisted that Harry needed to get some fresh air after having been locked up for so long. Half an hour later, Ethan carried Harry back to his rooms, he settled him in the couch and left to do some things around the castle. Harry picked one of the books Madame Pince had sent up and started to read, with his pets perched around him. It hadn't been long since Ethan left when a soft knock startled him. He looked up, wondering who it might be, Ryan and Ethan didn't need to knock since they knew the password. Shaking his head, Harry stood up and slowly walked to the door, he opened it and was surprised to see Professor McGonagall standing before him. Wondering what she wanted, he stepped aside to allow her in.
"Professor?" The witch had been staring at the snake that was wrapped around his neck, his voice seemed to jolt her out of her thoughts and she moved inside. Harry closed the door and turned to look at the woman who was now looking around the room. "Is something wrong?"
She turned to him and gave him a small smile shaking her head. "No, nothing's wrong, its just Ethan wanted me to check up on you."
Harry rolled his eyes at his friend's protectiveness and then made his way back to the couch. He picked up the book he had been reading and closed it. He then sank into the couch motioning one of the armchairs to his professor. "Have a sit, Professor."
The woman did so, being careful to not wake Echo up, who was sleeping on the arm of her chair. She looked at the book the boy had been reading and raised an eyebrow. "Sixth year transfiguration? I thought Ryan didn't want you to take sixth year courses."
Harry smiled. "Yes, I know, but I need to have something to read that won't upset Ryan." Seeing the questioning look on his teacher's face, he elaborated. "My godfather was a little upset when he found me reading one of his books on Dark Arts this morning, so I dragged Ethan to the library to pick some other books; I guessed school books would not upset him."
"I don't think it will. The headmaster asked me to ask you what courses you'll be having."
"I guess I'll take all the regular curses, it won't matter if I need to miss some." After thinking some more he added, "could I change my electives, at least it won't be completely boring."
"Sure, I don't see why not. You'll have to talk to Ryan about it, but I don't think he will mind. Which electives did you have in mind?"
"Aritmancy and Ancient Runes."
"Why don't you take Muggle Studies?"
Harry's face hardened. "I was raised by muggles."
His voice had such a cold edge that made McGonagall shift with a little apprehension. She thought he may have something against muggles; the boy didn't seem one to be in all that nonsense about pure bloods but one never knew in this times.
"Harry, can I ask you something?" She felt his piercing stare move to her, it was much like the look Dumbledore could give you and it made her feel uncomfortable.
He seemed to notice this and looked away. "Ask away, Professor."
She drew in a deep breath and asked. "Do you have something against muggle- borns?" She looked up at him and saw him looking shocked, then he laughed softly.
"Of course not! My own best friend is muggle-born, whatever gave you that idea?"
McGonagall sighed in relief; glad she had not misjudged the boy. "Sorry, but by the way you just said 'muggles', I thought you might have something against them."
"Not muggles in general, but it's no secret that I loathe my aunt and uncle; that's why I said muggles that way."
"I see. Can I ask why you don't like them?"
Harry shifted in his seat and looked out of the window, he seemed to be remembering something and Minerva thought he wasn't going to answer her. When she was about to change the topic, he talked.
"My mother was muggle-born and she had a sister that considered her a freak, a loser. It didn't help that her parents thought it was great to have a witch in the family. My mother's sister married a man who hated everything and everyone that was different, out of normal, as they would say. They had a son and were perfectly happy. Not once did they acknowledge my mother's existence, not that she really cared about it, Ryan tells me she really could care less about what her sister thought about her, they had never had a chance to grow close. When I was one my parents died, it was written in their will that they wanted Ryan to take care of me if something happened to them, but there were problems and the headmaster thought I would be better off living with my relatives than with my godfather. He was wrong. They were forced to take me in but that's all they did for me. I slept in a cupboard for ten long years; I was nothing more than a freak who had no rights, they also never told me I was a wizard." Harry sighed and looked back at McGonagall, who was wearing a horrified expression on her face. "I never even knew about Ryan until my third year. This year, finally, the headmaster gave his consent for me to go live with him, but then the attack happened." He then shook his head as if chasing away unwelcome thoughts. "It doesn't matter anymore, I'm happy to be here now and they are not worth for me to feel bad about what they did."
After a few moments of silence, McGonagall spoke in a soft voice. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring it up."
"It's ok, I prefer not to think about it but I don't mind bringing it up from time to time, it helps me realize how lucky I am to be with Ryan." Harry then yawned and stood up. "If you don't mind I'm going to take a nap. Don't worry about me, if something's wrong Echo will go look for Ryan or Ethan." Without looking back to where his professor was sitting, Harry disappeared into his room followed closely by Godric.
Minerva stayed in the room deep in thought; Ryan and Ethan had been right, the boy was special, there was something about him that reminded her of Dumbledore, but she couldn't pinpoint it. Maybe it were those green eyes of his, when he had looked at her; she had felt very unnerved, like he was able to find out every thing about her if he wished to. She nearly jumped out of her seat when Ryan's voice called her. She turned around and saw him standing at the door with several packages in his arms.
"Minerva? Is something wrong? Where's Harry?"
"Don't worry, nothing's wrong. Ethan had things to do and asked me to keep an eye on Harry; he's in his room, he said he wanted to take a nap." Ryan nodded and put the packages on the table. "I think I might have upset him." Ryan looked at her questioningly. "He told me about his aunt and uncle when I asked why he didn't take muggle studies."
She saw Ryan's face harden, his dark blue eyes shone with anger. "Those bastards." He then shook his head, letting his anger disappear as soon as it had come. "Don't worry about Harry, he's a strong boy." Nevertheless, he walked to his godson's room and peeked inside. The boy was sleeping peacefully, he must have felt pretty tired for he hadn't even bothered to remove his shoes, and just collapsed on the bed. Sirius entered the room silently, he took a blanket from a dresser and he carefully covered Harry up. Gently, he kissed the boy's check making him stir a little and then left the room closing the door behind him.
Minerva was starring pensively at the fire, she turned around when she heard him close the door.
"Is he sleeping?" Ryan nodded and sat down. "You know, it's strange; sometimes Harry reminds me of Dumbledore."
Ryan looked up sharply, with a slightly strained voice he asked, "in what way?"
Minerva didn't notice the strain in his voice; she was once again lost in thought. "I'm not sure, maybe it's the eyes, when I was talking to him he looked like he knew all about me and could find out whatever it was he wished to know."
Sirius chuckled relieved; while she didn't start to think about Harry's power, they were safe. "I know that look, it's very unnerving, but you get used to it after a while. It's just the unusual color he has."
Minerva shook her head, she knew it weren't only his eyes what unsettled her, it was much deeper then that. It was the feeling she had when he was near her, a feeling she only got when she was near the headmaster himself. She decided to let the matter slide, after all Ryan didn't know Dumbledore and wouldn't be able to understand what she was talking about.
"Well, if you don't need me, I'll be going."
"Ok, Minerva, thank you for watching Harry."
"That's ok, I didn't mind."
Sirius watched with relief when McGonagall left the room. She had been very close to finding out one of the many secrets he wished to keep for himself. He would have to talk to Ethan, it was better if none of the teachers came too close to Harry, his power levels were slowly starting to raise to what they once were and the teachers would soon be able to sense it without a problem.
To be continued...
Author's notes: Thanks for all reviews.
Thanks to my beta reader, Vinnie.
After breakfast Sirius announced that he was going to Diagon Alley to get some things for him and Harry. His godson agreed to stay with Ethan till he returned. The first thing the two boys did was go to the library; Harry wanted to pick up some books that wouldn't upset his godfather. Madame Pince agreed to send the books to his room later and Harry walked away with Charlie. They went for a short walk on the grounds because Ethan insisted that Harry needed to get some fresh air after having been locked up for so long. Half an hour later, Ethan carried Harry back to his rooms, he settled him in the couch and left to do some things around the castle. Harry picked one of the books Madame Pince had sent up and started to read, with his pets perched around him. It hadn't been long since Ethan left when a soft knock startled him. He looked up, wondering who it might be, Ryan and Ethan didn't need to knock since they knew the password. Shaking his head, Harry stood up and slowly walked to the door, he opened it and was surprised to see Professor McGonagall standing before him. Wondering what she wanted, he stepped aside to allow her in.
"Professor?" The witch had been staring at the snake that was wrapped around his neck, his voice seemed to jolt her out of her thoughts and she moved inside. Harry closed the door and turned to look at the woman who was now looking around the room. "Is something wrong?"
She turned to him and gave him a small smile shaking her head. "No, nothing's wrong, its just Ethan wanted me to check up on you."
Harry rolled his eyes at his friend's protectiveness and then made his way back to the couch. He picked up the book he had been reading and closed it. He then sank into the couch motioning one of the armchairs to his professor. "Have a sit, Professor."
The woman did so, being careful to not wake Echo up, who was sleeping on the arm of her chair. She looked at the book the boy had been reading and raised an eyebrow. "Sixth year transfiguration? I thought Ryan didn't want you to take sixth year courses."
Harry smiled. "Yes, I know, but I need to have something to read that won't upset Ryan." Seeing the questioning look on his teacher's face, he elaborated. "My godfather was a little upset when he found me reading one of his books on Dark Arts this morning, so I dragged Ethan to the library to pick some other books; I guessed school books would not upset him."
"I don't think it will. The headmaster asked me to ask you what courses you'll be having."
"I guess I'll take all the regular curses, it won't matter if I need to miss some." After thinking some more he added, "could I change my electives, at least it won't be completely boring."
"Sure, I don't see why not. You'll have to talk to Ryan about it, but I don't think he will mind. Which electives did you have in mind?"
"Aritmancy and Ancient Runes."
"Why don't you take Muggle Studies?"
Harry's face hardened. "I was raised by muggles."
His voice had such a cold edge that made McGonagall shift with a little apprehension. She thought he may have something against muggles; the boy didn't seem one to be in all that nonsense about pure bloods but one never knew in this times.
"Harry, can I ask you something?" She felt his piercing stare move to her, it was much like the look Dumbledore could give you and it made her feel uncomfortable.
He seemed to notice this and looked away. "Ask away, Professor."
She drew in a deep breath and asked. "Do you have something against muggle- borns?" She looked up at him and saw him looking shocked, then he laughed softly.
"Of course not! My own best friend is muggle-born, whatever gave you that idea?"
McGonagall sighed in relief; glad she had not misjudged the boy. "Sorry, but by the way you just said 'muggles', I thought you might have something against them."
"Not muggles in general, but it's no secret that I loathe my aunt and uncle; that's why I said muggles that way."
"I see. Can I ask why you don't like them?"
Harry shifted in his seat and looked out of the window, he seemed to be remembering something and Minerva thought he wasn't going to answer her. When she was about to change the topic, he talked.
"My mother was muggle-born and she had a sister that considered her a freak, a loser. It didn't help that her parents thought it was great to have a witch in the family. My mother's sister married a man who hated everything and everyone that was different, out of normal, as they would say. They had a son and were perfectly happy. Not once did they acknowledge my mother's existence, not that she really cared about it, Ryan tells me she really could care less about what her sister thought about her, they had never had a chance to grow close. When I was one my parents died, it was written in their will that they wanted Ryan to take care of me if something happened to them, but there were problems and the headmaster thought I would be better off living with my relatives than with my godfather. He was wrong. They were forced to take me in but that's all they did for me. I slept in a cupboard for ten long years; I was nothing more than a freak who had no rights, they also never told me I was a wizard." Harry sighed and looked back at McGonagall, who was wearing a horrified expression on her face. "I never even knew about Ryan until my third year. This year, finally, the headmaster gave his consent for me to go live with him, but then the attack happened." He then shook his head as if chasing away unwelcome thoughts. "It doesn't matter anymore, I'm happy to be here now and they are not worth for me to feel bad about what they did."
After a few moments of silence, McGonagall spoke in a soft voice. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bring it up."
"It's ok, I prefer not to think about it but I don't mind bringing it up from time to time, it helps me realize how lucky I am to be with Ryan." Harry then yawned and stood up. "If you don't mind I'm going to take a nap. Don't worry about me, if something's wrong Echo will go look for Ryan or Ethan." Without looking back to where his professor was sitting, Harry disappeared into his room followed closely by Godric.
Minerva stayed in the room deep in thought; Ryan and Ethan had been right, the boy was special, there was something about him that reminded her of Dumbledore, but she couldn't pinpoint it. Maybe it were those green eyes of his, when he had looked at her; she had felt very unnerved, like he was able to find out every thing about her if he wished to. She nearly jumped out of her seat when Ryan's voice called her. She turned around and saw him standing at the door with several packages in his arms.
"Minerva? Is something wrong? Where's Harry?"
"Don't worry, nothing's wrong. Ethan had things to do and asked me to keep an eye on Harry; he's in his room, he said he wanted to take a nap." Ryan nodded and put the packages on the table. "I think I might have upset him." Ryan looked at her questioningly. "He told me about his aunt and uncle when I asked why he didn't take muggle studies."
She saw Ryan's face harden, his dark blue eyes shone with anger. "Those bastards." He then shook his head, letting his anger disappear as soon as it had come. "Don't worry about Harry, he's a strong boy." Nevertheless, he walked to his godson's room and peeked inside. The boy was sleeping peacefully, he must have felt pretty tired for he hadn't even bothered to remove his shoes, and just collapsed on the bed. Sirius entered the room silently, he took a blanket from a dresser and he carefully covered Harry up. Gently, he kissed the boy's check making him stir a little and then left the room closing the door behind him.
Minerva was starring pensively at the fire, she turned around when she heard him close the door.
"Is he sleeping?" Ryan nodded and sat down. "You know, it's strange; sometimes Harry reminds me of Dumbledore."
Ryan looked up sharply, with a slightly strained voice he asked, "in what way?"
Minerva didn't notice the strain in his voice; she was once again lost in thought. "I'm not sure, maybe it's the eyes, when I was talking to him he looked like he knew all about me and could find out whatever it was he wished to know."
Sirius chuckled relieved; while she didn't start to think about Harry's power, they were safe. "I know that look, it's very unnerving, but you get used to it after a while. It's just the unusual color he has."
Minerva shook her head, she knew it weren't only his eyes what unsettled her, it was much deeper then that. It was the feeling she had when he was near her, a feeling she only got when she was near the headmaster himself. She decided to let the matter slide, after all Ryan didn't know Dumbledore and wouldn't be able to understand what she was talking about.
"Well, if you don't need me, I'll be going."
"Ok, Minerva, thank you for watching Harry."
"That's ok, I didn't mind."
Sirius watched with relief when McGonagall left the room. She had been very close to finding out one of the many secrets he wished to keep for himself. He would have to talk to Ethan, it was better if none of the teachers came too close to Harry, his power levels were slowly starting to raise to what they once were and the teachers would soon be able to sense it without a problem.
To be continued...
Author's notes: Thanks for all reviews.
Thanks to my beta reader, Vinnie.