Hi! Sorry for taking so long to update, I'm truly sorry! I had year 11 exams and than afterwards I was anti anything that could be called work. And now I'm just getting over that, and I'm in year 12 now, *sighs* the worst year in school. Damm. Well I'll shut up now.
Oh, if you want to know this story will be short, either nine or ten chapters, though the chapters could be long……………or not.
* Innocently Pure*
Chapter Three-Nothing last forever
"Hey, Harry. Have you seen my wallet?" yelled Sirius from the dining room.
There was a short silence, "No, why?" Harry yelled back from another room.
"I swear I left it on top of the fridge." With a frustrated sigh Sirius started searching through newspapers, leaflets and magazines that had been placed on the chairs, which was useful for storing junk.
There was a muffled snort, "Oh……………good luck."
The front door could be heard being open and shut, covered in laughter. Sirius lifted his head out of one of the lower cupboards,
"What- hey! Come back here!" Speeding out the door and down the footpath, he glanced around for the messy black hair pain-in-the-butt godson of his. Though it didn't help, as it was pitch dark, meaning the chances of the little kid being spotted were slim. Pushing those thoughts away, and sprinting down the road and glancing around again, his parental instincts were kicking in, and he was torn from anger and fear, anger for the little runt taking his wallet and running out in the dark and fear for anything could happen to Harry.
"HARRY!"
'If anything happens………………no don't even think about that, Harry is just being cheeky and clowning around, it's not like he hasn't fooled me before. He mentally groaned. Harry was just like his father in a way, knows when and how to pull jokes at the perfect time, though only once in a while. Which was one thing different from James, which everyday he was always thankful of. Thinking of the possibilities where the runt was and glancing in every direction of several minutes, trying to ignore neighbors peaking through their window at him, giving him strange looks, he knew he looked like an idiot, but at the moment he didn't care.
Okay think Sirius, now if I were a skinny sneaky green-eyed kid, where would I be……………
"Padfoot, why are you outside?"
Turning around slowly, there in the middle of the door way was Harry, who was trying to look innocent and trying to cover up his grin though failing. In fact he couldn't blame him, he was only half dressed and acting like a complete idiot, yelling and running around at night, if it were the other way around he'd be on the floor laughing.
Seeing the sight of Sirius standing there, with no come back and in surprise was just too hilarious. Not often were the chances of fooling Sirius and seeing or hearing Sirius admitting to it. This caused him to give up on the innocent look and just grin at his Godfather.
"Your wallet is on the bed, do you like running out in the dark yelling?" Now fully grinning, he turned around and walked back inside.
Sirius just stared at the spot where Harry was standing; he brought his hand up to his face and groaned. He had been fooled again by his Five and 8 months old (Harry always insisted on counting the months) Godson.
True to Harry's word the wallet was there, though oddly enough it wasn't there when he was searching for it. Grabbing his jacket on his bed and placing in his wallet in one of the pockets,
"Padfoot, you'll be late for your job."
Sirius could have jumped a meter high, another annoying common act that Harry had with his father, was being able to scare anyone, at anytime. Harry came around and sat on the bed in front of Sirius, tilting his head to the side,
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." He wasn't about to admit that a child younger then the age of ten had fooled him, he could just imagine his friends, prongs and moony they would have a field day, plus he'd never heard the end of it.
"Maybe you should see a doctor, yelling in the dark at night…………" Harry trailed off. He had tilted his head again, which could cause any adult to smile at, his emerald green eyes with his glasses topped off with his messy hair, he was naturally cute and had a innocent look always on him.
"Ha, Ha, Ha very funny. Now hop into bed and don't let me catch you out of it." He felt like chasing the child and giving him the worst tickling of a lifetime, but he was going to be late for his job if he didn't leave soon. Seeing the retreating form of his Godson leave his room and go into his own while trying not to yawn, made him smile.
He and Harry had had a good life, when moving here a while back he was lucky enough to gain a job as a security officer, working nighttime shifts. It was better than daytime, he didn't want to be out in the public any longer than needed. Though the chances of being caught were slim, he still didn't want to risk it and the last thing he wanted was to lose Harry. Harry meant the world to him; life would never be the same if his Godson were taken from him. He often thought of Harry as his own son, though he always made sure Harry would never call him 'Dad' that word would only be James title from Harry. James was still Harry's Dad even though he was dead that title would always remain.
In the years of being on the run, he had change in looks though not that much. He had cut his long black hair shorter, making it like a normal hair cut; he didn't want to attract any unwanted attention. His skin was a bit more tanned instead of being white. It was strange in a way, when comparing photos of himself back before 'that' Halloween night. He now had a parental look on himself, something that neither him nor his friends thought he would have back in school at Hogwarts.
Looking into Harry's room he see Harry curled into a ball with just his head sticking out of the covers. Slowly and quietly walking over, and carefully pulling the covers around him more so as not to wake him. Quietly he headed out of the room and to his job, eight hours of boredom awaits.
"How about this outfit Ash?" Sirius asked, holding up a pair of dark jeans with a dark green long sleeve shirt. Harry just tilted his head and gazed at the clothes as if he were studying them as if they were the most mysterious object in the world,
"Okay."
Sirius checked the tags on the clothes,
"Good, there in your size and the price, well I've seen worst prices, and the material looks strong, so it's worth the money."
Harry just nodded and followed Sirius as they went to the counter to paid for the goods. Sirius had been given a bonus in his paid the night before and he was determine to spend it the next day, the day had been filled with food, shopping, more food, games and the movies, though not all in that order.
"Okay, we still have some of that bonus money left over. Hmm, what about some ice creams Ash? I could really go for a chocolate and mango ice-cream, haven't had that in a while."
Harry licked his lips,
"Rainbow, I want rainbow."
Sirius grinned and ruffled his hair,
"Come on, the ice cream parlor is around the corner."
Harry grabbed Sirius hand and tried to pull him on the arm, to make him walk faster. In return Sirius started slowing down, annoying Harry even more.
"Padfoot come on, hurry up."
BAM
Harry and a stranger fell down to the ground,
Sirius quickly helped Harry to his feet and lent his hand to the stranger, helping the stranger to his feet he quickly started apologizing,
"I'm sorry. It was all my fault, Ash and I weren't looking where we were going, if there was any-" Sirius quickly stopped talking as he looked at the stranger, and immediately took a step back as his face rapidly started turning deathly pale at who was in front of him, he subconsciously pushed Harry behind him, guarding Harry protectively.
Though this was nothing compared to the stranger reaction, face turning pale as a ghost, face only set on one emotion, fright. Not daring to move nor even blink an eye. Eyes larger than possible, jaw open and eyebrows higher than humanly possible. Both men stood there staring at shock at what both were seeing. Too frighten to move, until the strange broke the silence,
"Black." He whisper so faintly that it was almost not heard through his breaking voice, at the mass murder that was standing in front of him, forgetting about the young boy that was with the man.
Sirius swallowed not turning eyes away from the men that could destroy everything he cared about,
"Arthur Weasley."
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It's a cliffe!!!!!!! Sorry but I couldn't resist!
Well that's chapter three, oh can assured you that this story WILL be 9 or ten chapters. I have the entire plot line worked out, sighs happily.
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