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~Innocently Pure~
Chapter 4- May the sun shine on
Sirius swallowed not turning his eyes away from the man that could destroy everything he cared about,
"Arthur Weasley."
Tense silence engulfed them, the assured reality of the situation caused by the exchange of only three words being spoken. Both men stood there ground, not willing to move incase the another attacked. Frozen in their positions from fear and shock, unwilling to accept the reality that faced each other. Both men, considering the options for survival, at the back of their minds hoping they still would be alive by the end of the day.
Sirius could of hit himself, his wand was at home in one of his bedroom draws. After all the years of being on the run, he was caught this easily by walking to an ice-cream parlor, how ironic.
He knew that he could apparte in a second if needed, but it was out of question. Harry couldn't apparate and there was no way in hell he would ever abandon his Godson. He had been through danger the entire five years he had Harry, and he wasn't about to let that go. He had watched Harry grow since the day he was born, and he was going to continue to till he died.
He could see that Arthur was still in shock and seem to have an obvious emotion on his face, that clearly said he was shit scared. Sirius knew Arthur worked for the Ministry, he had seen a picture of him and an old fellow called Perkins in the Daily Prophet saving a muggle family from an attacking and spitting stove. He was positive Arthur had his wand and that was a major disadvantage. Pushing Harry back gently he acted on the only option he had. To physically fight.
Ramming himself into other wizard to the ground, he quickly started punching Arthur. He knew this would make his image in the wizardry world even worse, but at the moment he knew it was either Arthur or him. He needed to get the wand, it was his only chance for his and Harry's future.
Arthur swiftly recovered from the shock, soon after from falling onto the ground and started punching and kicking back. He had heard of the stories black had done soon after he revealed himself as a servant to You-Know-Who, all the families he had killed for the sick fun of it. Tormenting the wizardry world and for a month after the fall of You-Know-Who and the deaths of his friends he was suppose to be 'protecting'. Families were scared of letting their children out of sight. Stories of these killings spread like wild fire that there was no point of newspapers or the radio reporting the incidents, word of mouth spread faster than the media could ever compete with.
He knew his wand was in his back pocket; he just had to keep the murderer back longer enough to reach it. He only hoped that he would to able live to see his family at home again. Kicking the murderer hard in the chest with all the strength he had, he managed to knock the murderer off him. With the little time he had, he reached into his pocket and pulled out his wand and directed to the murderer.
In a flash Sirius was blown across the quiet street and thrown into a bush, Arthur managed to stand to his feet, trying to steady his breath and trying to ignore to increasing pains in his chest and face. He would have to visit the hospital as soon as he stunned the murderer, at that thought he couldn't help but grin proudly, he an ordinary wizard with no defense skills, managed to capture an mass wizard murderer, something not even trained aurors managed to do. He could just imagine the faces at the Ministry when he showed up with Sirius Black stunned, capturing the most wanted man on the weekend, when he was only sent to do training on better ways of doing memory charms.
Arthur glanced around the corner of the street, incase there were any watching muggles,
"This must be my lucky day, Black you are mine." Arthur grinned and pointed his wand in Black's direction.
"No." a young childish voice spoke from behind him, Arthur jumped and turned around. There stood not even a meter from him, a young boy at the age of five or six. His bright green eyes glittered dangerously through his glasses in a way, that it shot shivers up his spine. The boy pushed a piece of his messy black hair out of his face and took a step forward,
"Go away now or else." He stared up angrily at Arthur without moving his gaze off him nor blinking. The boy pointed in the opposite of where Black was,
"Go now." He said loudly through his clenched teeth.
Arthur stared at the child, then pointing his wand at the boy. He hated to do this but he didn't want the muggle boy to remember, if he did the please-men would show up and the Ministry of Magic would be in trouble.
"Obliviate!"
Light flew out of his wand and instead of hitting the boy; the spell itself was hit by lightning, strong and bright lightning though it didn't come from direction of the sky. Arthur blinked a few times, looking down at the small boy.
"I warned you." growled the small boy.
The boy extended his arm out in front of him with his front palm up, a ball of lightning formed, growing until it was the size of small soccer ball. Sparks flew off it as it floated just centimeters off his hand. Arthur just gazed at it in wonder and awe.
"Keep away from my Godfather."
The boy glanced at Black laying in the bushes, before focusing his gaze back on him. The boy turned his hand with the ball of lightning to him. Arthur was at shock at what the boy said to even notice the boy's movements, the word 'Godfather' replayed in his mind. Lily and James Potter named Sirius Black Harry Potters Godfather. And he was sure Sirius Black was named Godfather to only one child. He tried to focus on the boy's face, but the only thing he saw was the ball of lightning coming towards him, then it went all black.
"You knocked out an employee of the Ministry of Magic, and not just any wizard. One of the few oldest pure wizardry families. I can't believe you knock him out cold, OUT COLD! This is bad, once they find him………by muggle or wizard either way…………this is bad. No this is worse than bad, we are in deep shit. Harry forget that last word I said. I can't believe this is happening, after all the years……… Harry help me by getting all the towels, and sheets from the closet and putting them in the chest of draws, so I can shrink it."
Sirius ran a hair through his hair, and mentally was swearing non-stop. He couldn't believe what happen, the first thing he saw when he woke up was Harry in his face and lightning fading from his hand. Harry had shocked him with a small dose of lightning, to wake him up. That had almost worried him out of his mind, what if a muggle saw? But what had topped it off, was the unconscious form of Arthur Weasley, slumped against the back wall of an shop, with blood very slowly dripping down his face. Now that was hit him through the roof, he could feel and see the pale, bloody and blistered when he search for a pulse, he knew Harry wouldn't kill him on purpose but he needed to know. He couldn't just turn his back and run away.
He could still remember the relief in his panic state when he felt a pulse, he quickly told Harry to turn into a phoenix and put an invisibility spell on, he turned into his animagus form and ran home. He felt awful for leaving an innocent man lying there, but it wouldn't be long until someone found him and then the wizardry world would be searching the town. They had ten hours tops to leave the area, in safety.
Harry walked back in the room with a large stack of the linen and carefully placed them in the draws, and turned to face him, but not looking at him and instead at his own knees,
"Sirius, I'm sorry. I-I didn't mean for that man to-to get really hurt, I-I just wanted to stop him." Harry glance up at his face before returning his sight to his own knees, "He was a-alive right, I-I didn't mean to-to…………I just lost control." Tears were already slowly falling down his cheeks as he started to cry. Sirius put down a box, and kneeled down and hugged the boy, comforting Harry and himself, today was event that neither one of them would ever forget.
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That's Chapter four.
I'm not updating my other stories until this story is finished, but I haven't got the time anymore. But I will finish them. I'm guessing this story may be done in a month.
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