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Dangers in the past:
"Avada Kedavr..." Before the black robed man had the chance to finish the curse, he was thrown into a wall with such strength that it crushed his skull. Minerva and Ethan looked startled around to try to find out who had saved the witch and saw Harry. He was leaning against a wall with a dead basilisk at his side and his hand stretched out in the direction of the death eater. Minerva looked amazed from the big snake, to the dead death eater and back to Harry. She looked the boy over carefully and saw something in his eyes that frightened her. They were like a green fire, roaring with a strength and power she had only seen in Dumbledore. Ethan too had noticed the look, but he wasn't so surprised by it, he had seen it before. He was far more worried about the way Harry was leaning against the wall. The boy looked about to collapse. He was also very worried about Ryan's reaction when he found out his godson was out here instead of being safe in his room. The man was way to
overprotective of Harry.
"Shit, Ryan's going to have a fit." Minerva looked at him surprised.
"Why?" Charlie snorted.
"You don't know him very well, he wont like that Harry is out here."
"Ethan, that boy just killed a basilisk and a death eater, and you're worried about what Ryan's going to say about Harry being out of his rooms?"
"Yes. Believe me, he has quite a temper when Harry puts himself in danger and this sure qualifies. He'll be pissed of at the poor boy, I wouldn't like to be in his position." Minerva shook her head in wonder and looked around. All death eaters had been subdued and were now being tied down by the teachers. Professor Sinistra had gone warn the ministry and tried to get a hold of Dumbledore who had left on business about the order of phoenix after breakfast. Ryan and Danielle were watching the death eaters, while Hagrid and Sprout looked for their wands. Minerva's attention was attracted to one of the corners of the hall, she saw something moving there. Before she could come closer to inspect it a snake came out and moved towards Harry, she saw it climb up his leg till he was perched around his arm. The boy gave the snake a tired smile and his pet closed it's eyes. Harry's little fairy flew down to his shoulder, opposite from Godric and hugged Harry's neck with her little arms.
Minerva was startled out of her thoughts when Ethan put a hand on her shoulder.
"Come on Minerva, lets take Ryan's place on watching the death eaters so he can tend to Harry. Danielle can then take a look at the basilisk, I'm sure she will want to use some of it's parts as potion ingredients." The witch nodded and together they made their way to the other two professors.
"Ryan" The older man looked up at his friend with a tired smile.
"Hey, are you ok Ethan? You Minerva?"
"We are fine, thanks to Harry." Ryan looked up sharply and paled. He roughly grabbed Ethan's arm and looked at him intently.
"What do you mean? Where's Harry?" Ethan, hardly fazed by his friend's anger, pointed to where the young boy was leaning against the wall. Ryan let go of his arm and angrily began to stalk to were his godson was. Ethan, seeing what was going to happen grabbed Sirius's arm and sharply turned him around.
"Ryan, if you're going to start shouting at the boy then you better stay here and let me take care of him."
"Ethan..."
"No, listen to me. We both know you have a bad temper and that you'll say things you don't mean to. Harry is exhausted by the looks of it, anything you say out of line he might take it very bad. He just killed a basilisk and a death eater saving the lot of us, the last thing he needs right now is you starting to shout at him. Keep your lecture till he has rested somewhat."
"Oh, ok." Still Ethan didn't let go of him, he was looking him intently in the eye.
"I mean it Ryan" The older man nodded and Ethan finally nodded back and let him go. He turned slightly to the death eaters, still keeping a watchful eye on Ryan who was now walking to his godson.
Harry looked up when he heard someone approaching. He had just been gathering his strength to try and return to his room but it seemed that was no longer necessary. He looked back down, waiting for his godfather to reach him and steeled himself for a harsh lecture. Sirius paused for a while at his side, Harry supposed he was trying to keep his temper in check. He was slightly startled when a gentle hand lifted his face and he was forced to look at his godfathers stern and yet concerned face.
"Are you ok, kid?"
"Fine, just tired." His voice was very soft and Sirius could easily hear the exhaustion leaking through it, it drew away all the anger he had felt and was now replaced with a great amount of concern. Without caring about his robes he picked up his godson into his arms, making Godric and Echo fly up. Sirius felt Harry lean his head against his shoulder and sneak an arm around his neck. After giving a last glance at the basilisk Ryan walked around it and went to his room with the phoenix and the fairy flying after him.
Once in their rooms Sirius quickly walked to the bathroom and stripped Harry out of his bloody clothes. With the boy still in his arms he prepared a warm bath and put his godson in it. Noticing the lethargy Harry had fallen in, he began to bath him cleaning all the blood he had on his body. Half an hour later, Sirius put him out of the bath and wrapped him in a large towel. After having dried him up he put him in some of the new pj's he had bought that morning and went out of the bathroom ready to put his godson in bed. A soft knock on the door stopped him in his tracks. With a resigned sigh he went to open the door and saw professor Flitwick and Danielle standing in front of him. They both looked weary at Harry, irritating Sirius with it.
"What do you want?" His voice was cold and sharp, it held a clear warning: stay away from Harry. Danielle shifted nervously under the man's glare.
"We are having trouble removing the sword your godson used to kill the basilisk, we can't go near it and the ministry will be here soon to take the snake away. We thought Harry would like the sword back."
"Sword?" A look of understanding passed through his face. "Oh, right, wait a second." Sirius turned his head to the boy who was practically sleeping against his shoulder. It really was a shame to have to wake him, but he knew no one else would be able to take the sword out. Sirius shook his godson lightly. "Harry." The boy's eyes snapped open and his head left the man's shoulder. Harry looked around confused, he felt very tired, like he would be able to sleep for years. Finally, not noticing anything wrong in the room, he looked at his godfather who was still holding him.
"What's wrong?"
"They need you to remove your sword." Harry frowned, not understanding what his godfather was talking about. The only thing he wanted to do right now was lean against Sirius again and go to sleep. Unfortunately Sirius wouldn't let him do that. "Harry, listen to me for a second, then you can go to sleep. We need you to call back your sword, the one you used to kill the basilisk, remember?" Harry faintly remembered killing a big snake with the Griffindor sword. If that was the sword Sirius was talking about why didn't he say so? To tired to think about it he summoned the sword to his hand and leaned back against his godfather, hopping he had done what they expected from him. The two Hogwarts teachers were looking at the sword in awe. It looked very ancient, incrusted with robins and emeralds. Sirius only glanced at the sword long enough to make sure the man engraved in the blade was not visible to his companions, then he turned his attention to Harry again.
"Very good child, could you now put it away in your trunk?" Without moving, Harry did what he was told and the sword vanished again amidst a gold light. Sirius turned to his fellow professors. "Anything else?" They both shook their heads and turned to go. Before Sirius could close the door Flitwick turned to him.
"Ryan, did you know Harry was a parselmouth?" Sirius's face darkened and he gripped Harry more tightly, causing the boy to squirm a little in his grasp. In a careful controlled voice he answered.
"Yes, I knew. And be happy he is, the fact that the only other parselmouth besides Voldemort is against him has saved lots of lives, including yours." The little professor smiled and nodded. He seemed to be feeling more comfortable when he turned around and left the room. Sirius finally was able to close and lock the door and went to Harry's room, as light as his godson was it was tiring to hold him for so long. Sirius tucked the sleeping Harry in in the dimmed bedroom, he kissed his forehead gently, smiling fondly when the boy stirred a little and then motioned to Echo to warn him if Harry woke up and left the room.
To be continued...
Author's notes: Thanks for all reviews. I have to say that the death eaters who attacked were those of the past not the ones of the future, they will act up later. The basilisk was not the one of the Chamber of Secrets, I don't want to go into time paradoxes. How Harry beat Voldemort will be explained in two or three chapters, promise.
Dangers in the past:
"Avada Kedavr..." Before the black robed man had the chance to finish the curse, he was thrown into a wall with such strength that it crushed his skull. Minerva and Ethan looked startled around to try to find out who had saved the witch and saw Harry. He was leaning against a wall with a dead basilisk at his side and his hand stretched out in the direction of the death eater. Minerva looked amazed from the big snake, to the dead death eater and back to Harry. She looked the boy over carefully and saw something in his eyes that frightened her. They were like a green fire, roaring with a strength and power she had only seen in Dumbledore. Ethan too had noticed the look, but he wasn't so surprised by it, he had seen it before. He was far more worried about the way Harry was leaning against the wall. The boy looked about to collapse. He was also very worried about Ryan's reaction when he found out his godson was out here instead of being safe in his room. The man was way to
overprotective of Harry.
"Shit, Ryan's going to have a fit." Minerva looked at him surprised.
"Why?" Charlie snorted.
"You don't know him very well, he wont like that Harry is out here."
"Ethan, that boy just killed a basilisk and a death eater, and you're worried about what Ryan's going to say about Harry being out of his rooms?"
"Yes. Believe me, he has quite a temper when Harry puts himself in danger and this sure qualifies. He'll be pissed of at the poor boy, I wouldn't like to be in his position." Minerva shook her head in wonder and looked around. All death eaters had been subdued and were now being tied down by the teachers. Professor Sinistra had gone warn the ministry and tried to get a hold of Dumbledore who had left on business about the order of phoenix after breakfast. Ryan and Danielle were watching the death eaters, while Hagrid and Sprout looked for their wands. Minerva's attention was attracted to one of the corners of the hall, she saw something moving there. Before she could come closer to inspect it a snake came out and moved towards Harry, she saw it climb up his leg till he was perched around his arm. The boy gave the snake a tired smile and his pet closed it's eyes. Harry's little fairy flew down to his shoulder, opposite from Godric and hugged Harry's neck with her little arms.
Minerva was startled out of her thoughts when Ethan put a hand on her shoulder.
"Come on Minerva, lets take Ryan's place on watching the death eaters so he can tend to Harry. Danielle can then take a look at the basilisk, I'm sure she will want to use some of it's parts as potion ingredients." The witch nodded and together they made their way to the other two professors.
"Ryan" The older man looked up at his friend with a tired smile.
"Hey, are you ok Ethan? You Minerva?"
"We are fine, thanks to Harry." Ryan looked up sharply and paled. He roughly grabbed Ethan's arm and looked at him intently.
"What do you mean? Where's Harry?" Ethan, hardly fazed by his friend's anger, pointed to where the young boy was leaning against the wall. Ryan let go of his arm and angrily began to stalk to were his godson was. Ethan, seeing what was going to happen grabbed Sirius's arm and sharply turned him around.
"Ryan, if you're going to start shouting at the boy then you better stay here and let me take care of him."
"Ethan..."
"No, listen to me. We both know you have a bad temper and that you'll say things you don't mean to. Harry is exhausted by the looks of it, anything you say out of line he might take it very bad. He just killed a basilisk and a death eater saving the lot of us, the last thing he needs right now is you starting to shout at him. Keep your lecture till he has rested somewhat."
"Oh, ok." Still Ethan didn't let go of him, he was looking him intently in the eye.
"I mean it Ryan" The older man nodded and Ethan finally nodded back and let him go. He turned slightly to the death eaters, still keeping a watchful eye on Ryan who was now walking to his godson.
Harry looked up when he heard someone approaching. He had just been gathering his strength to try and return to his room but it seemed that was no longer necessary. He looked back down, waiting for his godfather to reach him and steeled himself for a harsh lecture. Sirius paused for a while at his side, Harry supposed he was trying to keep his temper in check. He was slightly startled when a gentle hand lifted his face and he was forced to look at his godfathers stern and yet concerned face.
"Are you ok, kid?"
"Fine, just tired." His voice was very soft and Sirius could easily hear the exhaustion leaking through it, it drew away all the anger he had felt and was now replaced with a great amount of concern. Without caring about his robes he picked up his godson into his arms, making Godric and Echo fly up. Sirius felt Harry lean his head against his shoulder and sneak an arm around his neck. After giving a last glance at the basilisk Ryan walked around it and went to his room with the phoenix and the fairy flying after him.
Once in their rooms Sirius quickly walked to the bathroom and stripped Harry out of his bloody clothes. With the boy still in his arms he prepared a warm bath and put his godson in it. Noticing the lethargy Harry had fallen in, he began to bath him cleaning all the blood he had on his body. Half an hour later, Sirius put him out of the bath and wrapped him in a large towel. After having dried him up he put him in some of the new pj's he had bought that morning and went out of the bathroom ready to put his godson in bed. A soft knock on the door stopped him in his tracks. With a resigned sigh he went to open the door and saw professor Flitwick and Danielle standing in front of him. They both looked weary at Harry, irritating Sirius with it.
"What do you want?" His voice was cold and sharp, it held a clear warning: stay away from Harry. Danielle shifted nervously under the man's glare.
"We are having trouble removing the sword your godson used to kill the basilisk, we can't go near it and the ministry will be here soon to take the snake away. We thought Harry would like the sword back."
"Sword?" A look of understanding passed through his face. "Oh, right, wait a second." Sirius turned his head to the boy who was practically sleeping against his shoulder. It really was a shame to have to wake him, but he knew no one else would be able to take the sword out. Sirius shook his godson lightly. "Harry." The boy's eyes snapped open and his head left the man's shoulder. Harry looked around confused, he felt very tired, like he would be able to sleep for years. Finally, not noticing anything wrong in the room, he looked at his godfather who was still holding him.
"What's wrong?"
"They need you to remove your sword." Harry frowned, not understanding what his godfather was talking about. The only thing he wanted to do right now was lean against Sirius again and go to sleep. Unfortunately Sirius wouldn't let him do that. "Harry, listen to me for a second, then you can go to sleep. We need you to call back your sword, the one you used to kill the basilisk, remember?" Harry faintly remembered killing a big snake with the Griffindor sword. If that was the sword Sirius was talking about why didn't he say so? To tired to think about it he summoned the sword to his hand and leaned back against his godfather, hopping he had done what they expected from him. The two Hogwarts teachers were looking at the sword in awe. It looked very ancient, incrusted with robins and emeralds. Sirius only glanced at the sword long enough to make sure the man engraved in the blade was not visible to his companions, then he turned his attention to Harry again.
"Very good child, could you now put it away in your trunk?" Without moving, Harry did what he was told and the sword vanished again amidst a gold light. Sirius turned to his fellow professors. "Anything else?" They both shook their heads and turned to go. Before Sirius could close the door Flitwick turned to him.
"Ryan, did you know Harry was a parselmouth?" Sirius's face darkened and he gripped Harry more tightly, causing the boy to squirm a little in his grasp. In a careful controlled voice he answered.
"Yes, I knew. And be happy he is, the fact that the only other parselmouth besides Voldemort is against him has saved lots of lives, including yours." The little professor smiled and nodded. He seemed to be feeling more comfortable when he turned around and left the room. Sirius finally was able to close and lock the door and went to Harry's room, as light as his godson was it was tiring to hold him for so long. Sirius tucked the sleeping Harry in in the dimmed bedroom, he kissed his forehead gently, smiling fondly when the boy stirred a little and then motioned to Echo to warn him if Harry woke up and left the room.
To be continued...
Author's notes: Thanks for all reviews. I have to say that the death eaters who attacked were those of the past not the ones of the future, they will act up later. The basilisk was not the one of the Chamber of Secrets, I don't want to go into time paradoxes. How Harry beat Voldemort will be explained in two or three chapters, promise.