Harry Potter and the Resurrection of Camelot
Chapter One-A Sirius Home

Disclaimer: Ahhhh, forgot the disclaimer last time. Sorry, this took so long to post...been off dfoing other stuff for awhile. The RoC should be a pretty good story, and as for the castle being like Shrek, I didn't see the movie until well after I wrote this! I guess Mike Myers and me have some imagaination in common :) Well, C&H are finally involved, as as always they belong to Bill Watterson & Universal Press Syndicate, meanwhile, one J.K. Rowling and Warner Brothers owns HP. Apolagizes to Gordon Korman for using some his characters. Next chapter has C&H and is long. God bless!

Harry Potter was normal fifteen, almost sixteen year old, kid.

Except for the small fact that he lived with his godfather, a former convicted murderer who had been accquitted only last year. Except for the fact that he had a strange lightening bolt he'd gotten fifteen years ago from the vilest Dark wizard in a century, Lord Voldemort. Expect that somehow, his girlfriend, Hermione Granger, and himself had somehow killed the previously stated Dark Lord at the peak of his reign. Except that his friends somehow always managed to find trouble even when they weren't looking for it.

Oh yeah, did I mention he was a wizard?

Mustn't forget that.

Harry Potter was also the most powerful wizard in the world, but at the moment, power was the last thing on his mind.

He had a home.

For ten of the worst years of his life, Harry James Potter, had been maltreated, hit, beat on, and lived in the cupboard under the stairs.

Then he found he was a wizard. And not only a wizard, but the most famous one since Merlin and the Founders. All because he had survived the Avada Kedavra curse delievered to him by Voldemort. He rubbed the scar, and winced. He seemed to hurt anew every time he touched it, probably because, however astronomically impossible it may seem, the Avada Cruico curse fired by Voldemort last year had hit him, once again, dead center in his forhead, hitting the previous scar.

Hey Harry!

These words were spoken by Harry's godfather, Sirius Black. He marched into the room, his black eyes no longer haunted but alive with mischief. Sirius had gained enough weight in the past few weeks to look somewhat normal and healthy, but still had a good deal of vision problems.

Hiya Sirius, Harry answered back.

So, what do you think of the place? Sirius spread his arms out wide to encompass the entire home.

Sirius' house was fairly clean. Sirius wasn't exactly a neat freak, but neither was Harry and the two managed to co-exist in the two-story three bedroom home pretty well.

Harry began, You've only asked me that question now... Harry reached into his robes (how strange to wear wizarding robes around the house!) and pulled out a notepad with several tally marks on it, Sixty-seven times, plus this one so sixty-eight. My answer is the same as always: great! (A/N: Thanks to Bill's Hermione's Visit for the influence in that paragraph)

Sirius puckered his lips in a half amused, half-angry expression and then transformed into a grin, Oh, by the way, Her-my-oh-knee wrote you, Sirius streched out in a sing-song voice and Harry blushed.

Well, then will you hand me the letter?

Sirius nodded and reached into his robes and pulled out a piece of parchment, and tossed it over to Harry.

Do you always have to read my mail first? Harry complianed good-naturedly as he began to read.

Sirius just grinned again and walked back, Oh, and by the way you can go! he called out over his shoulder as he exited the room.

Go where?, Harry's curiosity got the better of him and he read the letter:

Dear Harry,
How has your summer been with Sirius? I'm sure you're enjoying yourself...I'm busy with schoolwork as always. And I'm staying with Professor McGonagall this summer since my parents are going to Rome, it's so much fun! Harry rolled his eyes. Last week I got a letter from one of my cousins in Canada, Cathy Burton. She goes to a Muggle boarding school in Toronto called Miss Scrimmiage's Finishing School for Young Ladies, and she convinced the Headmistress to allow me to come over. There's also a boarding school for boy's across the road called Macdonald Hall. Cathy said she could arrange for you and Ron to stay there. Minerva wants me to try to drive a car...after all I got my driver's license. First try, naturally. Harry rolled his eyes, Hermione could probably learn how to become a general in the Army just by reading a manuel... We'll pick you up Saturday at noon if Sirius gives the OK. Hope to hear from you soon.
Love,
Hermione The Girl Who Lived Granger

 For a second, reading at Hermione's signature he almost wanted to cry. The fear of losing Hermione last year at the attack on Hogwarts suddenly came and nearly overtook him. After a second he grinned, remembering the discovery of Hermione's scar, and when they said I love you. Now, eagerly Harry sat down at a desk and pulled out a piece of parchment.

Dear Hermione,
I'm having a great time at Sirius' place., A LOT better then the Dursleys, anyway...
Sirius said I could come, so pick me up!
Love,
Harry

 Harry grinned as he thought of times he had spent with Hermione and Ron. And Calvin and Hobbes of course...but especially Hermione.

He tied the letter to Hedwig's leg and let her fly away.

He couldn't wait til Saturday.