CLASSIFICATION: PG-13 for mild violence later on in the story (however this could change at any given time).
SUMMARY: Where is Harry going now that he's gone from the Dursleys?
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter, in any way, shape or form. I love to read the books, but I sure don't own them. J.K. Rowling and WB do. This is simply a tribute to the Harry Potter series. I am making no money from this and I'm just enjoying sharing some of my own crazy ideas. However, I do own Madam Nurr, Miss. Kefira, and Mr. Hellfire, plus some others that I will be adding at a later time.
AUTHORS NOTE: This was my first fan fiction that I ever posted. I pulled it down because it needed to be re-written. However, I have decided to keep this as it is, and use it as a template for the next fic after 'Hate & Love' I hope you all enjoy... This was written almost three years ago and hasn't been changed since. I am under no delusions that it is any good. Just something I wrote.
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From Chapter Five:
As soon as Miss. Kefira saw Dudley, she looked to and from Mr. and Mrs. Dursley. "What is this? One child so skinny he would fit in a third world country and the other so fat he can not even walk right." She looked indignant.
Uncle Vernon looked affright. "We put our little tike on a diet, he just is big boned."
Miss. Kefira shook her head, and then reached into her bag. "I will give you an option Mr. Dursley. Mr. Sirius Black, Harry's godfather has offered to take the young man in, if we felt that this was an unfit place for him to live in. In my opinion, we would have to take both children away from this home, and put them in protective custody. Locking a child in their room, barring the windows." Shaking her head. She pulled out set of papers from her bag. "Just sign these and we will leave with this young man." She gestured to Harry. "However, if you do not, we will have to take both."---------------------------------------------------------------------
Chapter Six
The Leaky Cauldron
Aunt Petunia grabbed Dudley and pulled him towards his room, yelling. "You are not taking my Duddy-kins." She slammed the door as she made it into the bedroom, and locked it.
Uncle Vernon knew the only course he could take. He grabbed the papers and the pen that Miss. Kefira was offering to him, and quickly signed the papers without even reading them. He looked at Harry and growled. "Get out, get out of here."
It was all Harry could do not to let out a whoop of joy. He walked towards Uncle Vernon, his head held high, and gave him a hug. "Good-bye. I promise I will never come back." Smirking as he headed down the stairs, he then thought of something. "Hey, Uncle Vernon, I need my trunk, want to unlock the cupboard?"
Mr. Lupin started to glare again at Uncle Vernon, as he went down the stairs, shaking. This was more than he could deal with. How could they have known when to come? How did Harry get back into that room? There was no way he could have done it without using that... that... magic. However, there was no owl with a message stating that he had used magic. He remembered when he lost that big contract when that little brat had used magic in his kitchen a few years before. He did not want to say anything in front of these two people. He did not want anyone to know of the abnormal relation he had.
Once he reached the cupboard, he quickly unlocked it. Both Harry and Mr. Lupin picked up the trunk, and Miss. Kefira picked up the owls cage, without even giving it a second look. Then the three made their way out of the front door towards the large black BMW that was parked in front of the walkway.
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Once they had gotten in the car and started to drive away, Harry broke into a fit of laughter in the backseat. "That-" he started to say threw his laughter, "-perfect."
Both Madam Nurr and Lupin were chuckling in the front. "I must admit Harry," Madam Nurr started, "I was skeptical. However," she held her hands to her hurting sides, "I could not have done better if I tried."
Lupin, while trying to keep his eyes on the road, whipped tears out of his eyes. "Sirius would have loved that." He chortled.
At his godfather's name, Harry settled down a bit, asking what was most on his mind. "Where do I go now? Does Sirius have a home, and if so, is he well enough to go there?"
Madam Nurr sobered up as well, hitting Lupin in the shoulder as he continued to snicker. Turning in her seat to face Harry. "Remus told me that your godfather had a home for the two of you. We will first head to Diagon Alley, where we will pick up some necessities. The three of us will spend the night at the Leaky Cauldron."
Still laughing slightly, Lupin playfully put an arm around Madam Nurr's shoulders. "At least we only need two rooms."
Harry could not process the look that passed over Madam Nurr's face. If asked, he would say that he had seen shock and then playfulness there. However, he was certain that he had seen at least one or two other emotions there as well.
What Harry and Lupin did not see was the fear, then the remorse that Madam Nurr also suffered in that brief second before she spoke again. "Yes Moony, one for me, and one for you two." She slapped his hand away playfully and her voice held humor within it.
"Ah, but I was so hoping..." Lupin started whining.
"No." Madam Nurr was laughing now, one hand covering her eyes as she shook her head.
Harry was enjoying watching the byplay between them. The only other time he had gotten to see Lupin this cheerful was the night that Wormtail escaped. However, it was that night that two friends were reunited. Harry had only received periodic owls from Lupin since that night. He was glad that he was being given the chance to see one of his father's best friends this way.
"When do I get to see Sirius?" Harry asked, breaking up the play fight that had started in the front seat.
Tugging on her jacket, Madam Nurr tried to pull her dignity back together. "Sirius's train will be coming in at platform nine and three-quarters, tomorrow morning at 10. It will not give us much time for shopping, but I am sure we will get everything done in time."
Lupin chuckled, "This coming from Superwoman herself. The only person I know to get Padfoot out of bed that early in the morning."
Madam Nurr turned beet red. "REMUS!" She said indignantly. "I told you two, if you were going to stay, you were going to work."
Harry listened to them joke around for a little while longer, his mind wandering back over the day. Sirius was a free man, and he never had to go back to the Dursleys again. He was going to be living with his godfather. This was going to be the best summer ever.
As this last thought passed threw his mind, he fell asleep. A faint smile playing on his lips.
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Almost an hour later, Lupin pulled into the back parkway of the Leaky Cauldron. The noise in the car long since dying down to a whisper after they realized Harry was asleep. As he parked the car, he and Madam Nurr started discussing in hushed voices the plans for the evening.
"I will help Harry up to our room." Lupin said with a hushed voice. "Will you ask Tom to get some tea and crumpets ready? I am starving."
Madam Nurr chuckled appreciatively as she got out of the car. She opened the back door to the car and gently shook Harry. "Come on hun," she said in a soft soothing tone, "it is time for bed."
Lupin made his way around the car as Harry was roused into a semi-conscious state. He watched Madam Nurr, thinking to himself, 'she's going to be perfect.' A smile played on his lips.
Madam Nurr smiled at him. "I will go talk to Tom. Dumbledore said we had rooms nine and ten, so I will take the smaller of the two." She turned and walked towards the little pub, and disappeared inside.
Lupin shook his head, then looped his arm under Harry's and helped him get to his room.
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Walking down to the common room, Lupin looked around for Madam Nurr. He felt a momentary surge of panic. He could not see her within the room. Trying to put on a façade of calm, he waved Tom over to him.
"Mr. Lupin sir," the kind elderly man started, "you'll be looking for Miss. Kefira, I'd be supposing."
Lupin nodded. "Yes Tom, could you direct me towards her?"
"Why certainly Mr. Lupin, right this way." Tom started to prattle on as he led Lupin across the room. "Requested a private room she did sir. And all polite about it. Callin' me M'Lord Tom and such stuff. Got a good heart that one does." His commentary ended as they reached a closed door at the back of the tavern. "Right in there she is. If you be needing anything."
"I will call."
Tom seemed to take that as enough and hustled off to serve his other customers.
Lupin opened the door slow and stepped inside.
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Having been directed to a small room in the back, Madam Nurr sunk gratefully into a huge chair by the fire. She did not start to stir from that spot until Tom had arrived with the tea. However, it was not until he had left the room again, that she really started to move.
She reached behind herself, to draw her long hair over her shoulder. Slowly, she started to unbraid her long tresses, as she enjoyed her first time really alone in almost a month. Sighing, she sat there watching the fire, becoming lost within her thoughts.
'Why had they come after me? They, of all people, know I can not even speak of it.' Sighing to herself, she leaned closer to the fire, her hair pooling on her lap. 'Even they knew the signs; they had all learned them. They knew as well as she did what would happen if things were done before hand. Perhaps they did not care any more.' She was so lost within herself, she did not hear the door open behind her.
Lupin watched her from the doorway. She had not stirred from where she was sitting. He had never seen her not respond to even the slightest noise before. She had always moved as soon as there was movement. He walked up behind her and touched her on the shoulder.
Then the world went dark.
SUMMARY: Where is Harry going now that he's gone from the Dursleys?
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter, in any way, shape or form. I love to read the books, but I sure don't own them. J.K. Rowling and WB do. This is simply a tribute to the Harry Potter series. I am making no money from this and I'm just enjoying sharing some of my own crazy ideas. However, I do own Madam Nurr, Miss. Kefira, and Mr. Hellfire, plus some others that I will be adding at a later time.
AUTHORS NOTE: This was my first fan fiction that I ever posted. I pulled it down because it needed to be re-written. However, I have decided to keep this as it is, and use it as a template for the next fic after 'Hate & Love' I hope you all enjoy... This was written almost three years ago and hasn't been changed since. I am under no delusions that it is any good. Just something I wrote.
From Chapter Five:
As soon as Miss. Kefira saw Dudley, she looked to and from Mr. and Mrs. Dursley. "What is this? One child so skinny he would fit in a third world country and the other so fat he can not even walk right." She looked indignant.
Uncle Vernon looked affright. "We put our little tike on a diet, he just is big boned."
Miss. Kefira shook her head, and then reached into her bag. "I will give you an option Mr. Dursley. Mr. Sirius Black, Harry's godfather has offered to take the young man in, if we felt that this was an unfit place for him to live in. In my opinion, we would have to take both children away from this home, and put them in protective custody. Locking a child in their room, barring the windows." Shaking her head. She pulled out set of papers from her bag. "Just sign these and we will leave with this young man." She gestured to Harry. "However, if you do not, we will have to take both."
Chapter Six
The Leaky Cauldron
Aunt Petunia grabbed Dudley and pulled him towards his room, yelling. "You are not taking my Duddy-kins." She slammed the door as she made it into the bedroom, and locked it.
Uncle Vernon knew the only course he could take. He grabbed the papers and the pen that Miss. Kefira was offering to him, and quickly signed the papers without even reading them. He looked at Harry and growled. "Get out, get out of here."
It was all Harry could do not to let out a whoop of joy. He walked towards Uncle Vernon, his head held high, and gave him a hug. "Good-bye. I promise I will never come back." Smirking as he headed down the stairs, he then thought of something. "Hey, Uncle Vernon, I need my trunk, want to unlock the cupboard?"
Mr. Lupin started to glare again at Uncle Vernon, as he went down the stairs, shaking. This was more than he could deal with. How could they have known when to come? How did Harry get back into that room? There was no way he could have done it without using that... that... magic. However, there was no owl with a message stating that he had used magic. He remembered when he lost that big contract when that little brat had used magic in his kitchen a few years before. He did not want to say anything in front of these two people. He did not want anyone to know of the abnormal relation he had.
Once he reached the cupboard, he quickly unlocked it. Both Harry and Mr. Lupin picked up the trunk, and Miss. Kefira picked up the owls cage, without even giving it a second look. Then the three made their way out of the front door towards the large black BMW that was parked in front of the walkway.
Once they had gotten in the car and started to drive away, Harry broke into a fit of laughter in the backseat. "That-" he started to say threw his laughter, "-perfect."
Both Madam Nurr and Lupin were chuckling in the front. "I must admit Harry," Madam Nurr started, "I was skeptical. However," she held her hands to her hurting sides, "I could not have done better if I tried."
Lupin, while trying to keep his eyes on the road, whipped tears out of his eyes. "Sirius would have loved that." He chortled.
At his godfather's name, Harry settled down a bit, asking what was most on his mind. "Where do I go now? Does Sirius have a home, and if so, is he well enough to go there?"
Madam Nurr sobered up as well, hitting Lupin in the shoulder as he continued to snicker. Turning in her seat to face Harry. "Remus told me that your godfather had a home for the two of you. We will first head to Diagon Alley, where we will pick up some necessities. The three of us will spend the night at the Leaky Cauldron."
Still laughing slightly, Lupin playfully put an arm around Madam Nurr's shoulders. "At least we only need two rooms."
Harry could not process the look that passed over Madam Nurr's face. If asked, he would say that he had seen shock and then playfulness there. However, he was certain that he had seen at least one or two other emotions there as well.
What Harry and Lupin did not see was the fear, then the remorse that Madam Nurr also suffered in that brief second before she spoke again. "Yes Moony, one for me, and one for you two." She slapped his hand away playfully and her voice held humor within it.
"Ah, but I was so hoping..." Lupin started whining.
"No." Madam Nurr was laughing now, one hand covering her eyes as she shook her head.
Harry was enjoying watching the byplay between them. The only other time he had gotten to see Lupin this cheerful was the night that Wormtail escaped. However, it was that night that two friends were reunited. Harry had only received periodic owls from Lupin since that night. He was glad that he was being given the chance to see one of his father's best friends this way.
"When do I get to see Sirius?" Harry asked, breaking up the play fight that had started in the front seat.
Tugging on her jacket, Madam Nurr tried to pull her dignity back together. "Sirius's train will be coming in at platform nine and three-quarters, tomorrow morning at 10. It will not give us much time for shopping, but I am sure we will get everything done in time."
Lupin chuckled, "This coming from Superwoman herself. The only person I know to get Padfoot out of bed that early in the morning."
Madam Nurr turned beet red. "REMUS!" She said indignantly. "I told you two, if you were going to stay, you were going to work."
Harry listened to them joke around for a little while longer, his mind wandering back over the day. Sirius was a free man, and he never had to go back to the Dursleys again. He was going to be living with his godfather. This was going to be the best summer ever.
As this last thought passed threw his mind, he fell asleep. A faint smile playing on his lips.
Almost an hour later, Lupin pulled into the back parkway of the Leaky Cauldron. The noise in the car long since dying down to a whisper after they realized Harry was asleep. As he parked the car, he and Madam Nurr started discussing in hushed voices the plans for the evening.
"I will help Harry up to our room." Lupin said with a hushed voice. "Will you ask Tom to get some tea and crumpets ready? I am starving."
Madam Nurr chuckled appreciatively as she got out of the car. She opened the back door to the car and gently shook Harry. "Come on hun," she said in a soft soothing tone, "it is time for bed."
Lupin made his way around the car as Harry was roused into a semi-conscious state. He watched Madam Nurr, thinking to himself, 'she's going to be perfect.' A smile played on his lips.
Madam Nurr smiled at him. "I will go talk to Tom. Dumbledore said we had rooms nine and ten, so I will take the smaller of the two." She turned and walked towards the little pub, and disappeared inside.
Lupin shook his head, then looped his arm under Harry's and helped him get to his room.
Walking down to the common room, Lupin looked around for Madam Nurr. He felt a momentary surge of panic. He could not see her within the room. Trying to put on a façade of calm, he waved Tom over to him.
"Mr. Lupin sir," the kind elderly man started, "you'll be looking for Miss. Kefira, I'd be supposing."
Lupin nodded. "Yes Tom, could you direct me towards her?"
"Why certainly Mr. Lupin, right this way." Tom started to prattle on as he led Lupin across the room. "Requested a private room she did sir. And all polite about it. Callin' me M'Lord Tom and such stuff. Got a good heart that one does." His commentary ended as they reached a closed door at the back of the tavern. "Right in there she is. If you be needing anything."
"I will call."
Tom seemed to take that as enough and hustled off to serve his other customers.
Lupin opened the door slow and stepped inside.
Having been directed to a small room in the back, Madam Nurr sunk gratefully into a huge chair by the fire. She did not start to stir from that spot until Tom had arrived with the tea. However, it was not until he had left the room again, that she really started to move.
She reached behind herself, to draw her long hair over her shoulder. Slowly, she started to unbraid her long tresses, as she enjoyed her first time really alone in almost a month. Sighing, she sat there watching the fire, becoming lost within her thoughts.
'Why had they come after me? They, of all people, know I can not even speak of it.' Sighing to herself, she leaned closer to the fire, her hair pooling on her lap. 'Even they knew the signs; they had all learned them. They knew as well as she did what would happen if things were done before hand. Perhaps they did not care any more.' She was so lost within herself, she did not hear the door open behind her.
Lupin watched her from the doorway. She had not stirred from where she was sitting. He had never seen her not respond to even the slightest noise before. She had always moved as soon as there was movement. He walked up behind her and touched her on the shoulder.
Then the world went dark.