The Power Of The Mages
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Ch.1 conversations and chores.
It was a sunny day at number 4 Privet Drive, normal weather for mid June, when a car drove up. Inside the car sat two people, a rather large man with a bushy mustache and a boy with dark hair and glasses. They were currently not arguing. Together they pulled a large trunk and an owl in a Harry Potter And cage from the back of the car, and together they drug them into the house
The door closed and the older man started to bark out orders, "Get that ruddy owl of yours up to your room and keep it quiet. After you've done that get this trunk upstairs and out of the way. Then come down and get your dinner it's probably already cold."
"Yes Uncle Vernon," said the boy.
So he set about doing his chores as he was told. After he got his trunk upstairs he flopped down on his bed to catch his breath. He began to think about all of the things that had happened that year when a shout from down stairs made him jump, "Harry! Get you're ass down here if you want to eat tonight," bellowed his uncle.
"I'll be there in a few minuets," He yelled back.
Harry stood up and walked over to the wardrobe and opened the door to look in the mirror. A pale skinny boy of fourteen didn't stand their staring back at him. He saw a rather tall young man with raven black hair that stood up in odd places. He had brilliant green eyes that stood out on his pale skin. He was no longer the little boy he once was. He now was turning into the young man that every one looked to as their hero. You see Harry wasn't a normal fourteen year old. He was a wizard, a very famous wizard at that. As a baby a very powerful dark wizard tried and failed to kill him. Leaving Harry with no parents and a lightning shaped scar on his for head. This might not seem like a big deal but the wizard who wanted to kill him was so feared by all magical people that they didn't even speak his true name, Voldemort. They would call him you-know-who, he-who-must-not-be- named, or the Dark Lord. When the spell he cast failed to kill Harry it in return backfired and tore Voldemort from his body. Harry was what caused the fall of the Dark lord making him the most famous wizard of his time. He became known as The-Boy-Who-Lived.
Harry closed the wardrobe and made his way down stairs to get his dinner.
"It certainly took you long enough to get down here." his uncle barked.
" I'm sorry." He replied.
"You'd better be, you will do all of the dishes tonight for your Aunt."
Harry looked over to see his Aunt Petunia. She and her husband were definitely opposites to say the least. She was horsed faced and extremely thin. He was fat and round faced. She had a very long neck (Good for spying on the people next door). He hardly had a neck at all. Ect.
"Of course," Harry said trying to keep the bitterness out of his voice. Not even two hours and I'm already being punished. He thought, boy I really miss Hogwarts. Hogwarts was the school he went to ever since he was eleven. He missed the school, his friends, and he also missed Quidditch. Quidditch was the most popular sport in the magical world. With six giant gold hoops 60 feet in the air, 4 balls, and 14 players on broomsticks it becomes rather difficult not to love the game. His friend Ron was a fanatic much like him self, but his friend Hermione was a bookworm and her least favorite topic was Quidditch. This was the cause many arguments between Ron and her.
1 1/2 hours later Harry made his way up to bed. He walked into his room then walked to his wardrobe mirror to get a better look at him self. He looked at his face and saw a bit of stubble starting to appear. /Wow,/ he thought,/I'll probably have to start shaving before next term./He then proceeded to take off his shirt only to find a disappointing farmer's tan and very little muscle. /That's it,/ he thought,/I'm going to work on my appearance this summer./ With that he quickly changed into his PJ bottoms and got in to bed. Falling to sleep barely minuets after his head hit the pillow.
The next few Weeks were as bad as could be expected for Harry. Every morning he got up did his chorus and did his homework in the middle of the night. This summer was a bit different from the other ones scene he was 11. First he had taken up running and lifting weights (ones Dudley got for his birthday last year but didn't want so they got dumped in his room.) Second He was allowed his schoolbooks and third his horrible cousin Dudley was sent to fat camp. Dudley was a very spoiled little pig. Well, he wasn't very little any more while at school he refused to stay on the diet that was set for him. By the end of the year he was roughly the size of a small whale. The school nurse demanded that the Dursleys' take drastic measures, thus landing the blimp in fat camp. Good riddance is what I say. Harry thought to himself. Harry had also been spending as much time as he could outside so he could build up a tan. You could usually find him without a shirt on. He ran, lifted weights, and did all of his outside chores with out his shirt.
Harry went back into the house (after putting his shirt on) to report what he did that day to uncle (who was still in a bad mood from the price for the roof to be replaced.)
"Well I finished all of the chores I can for now I'll just do the dishes after dinner and I'll be done."
His uncle just stared at him. He had a look of concentration on his face. No doubt he's trying to think of more chores for him to do.
"You'll have to do all your work tomorrow before dinner. Or you'll be in deep when I get a hold of you. Is that clear?" his uncle spat.
"Yes Uncle Vernon," Harry replied.
"Oh we, your aunt and I, are going to visit Dudley at camp tomorrow so you better not burn the house down by the time we get home."
"Yes sir"
"Get your ass up to bed this instant," Uncle Vernon slurred. He was drunk, Harry knew. Through the years Harry had learned how to tell if his uncle was drunk or not. If he was drunk he was always a bit nicer to him than he normally would be, but he had a shorter temper than usual also. So, Harry wasn't about to get him angry.
Harry ran up to his bedroom. By the time he got there he was in tears. He never expected to be so lucky. He got to stay home alone it was wonderful. I won't do any chores tomorrow. I'm just going to relax I don't care if I have ten times as many chores as punishment I'm going to have a good day. Harry thought to him self.
He quickly changed a got into bed. Falling to sleep almost instantly.
Down stairs uncle Vernon and aunt Petunia were pouring them selves more glasses of the wine they had been drinking for the past hour.
"Petunia my flower go up and get some sleep I'll see you in the morning."
"Yes love." She relied giving her husband a quick kiss.
After she left he drank the rest of the wine and went to the cellar to get one of his bottles of scotch. "Oh, if that boy steps out of bound just once he'll get the beating of his life. None of those freak friends of his will be able to help him. Not even that lunatic godfather of his will be able to help."
Tap. Tap. Tap.
"What the hell was that?"
Tap. Tap. Tap.
He looked around trying to find the sound. He looked up to the cellar ceiling to find noting but dust and cobwebs. He looked in the corners to find nothing but junk. He looked under the stair leading back to the kitchen to find nothing but the Christmas decorations.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
He ran upstairs back to the kitchen to see if it was coming from there.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
"It's coming from over there," he said. Turning to face the back door.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Slowly he walked to the back door. He reached out and grabbed the handle and began to turn it. Gradually he began to open the door.
There stood two men wearing black robes. One had long black hair, and blue eyes. The other had light brown hair flecked with gray, and light brown eyes.
"Who the Bloody hell are you?" uncle Vernon spat.
"If you would let us in we could tell you." Said the man with brown hair.
Uncle Vernon just stood there.
"Move your fat ass out of the way Dursley." Said the man with black hair.
Vernon flew away from the door allowing the men passage.
"That much better, don't you think Moony" said the man with black hair again. The man looked strangely familiar.
"Yes indeed Padfoot old friend." Said the brown haired man. His name's probably moony. But what do you expect from the no good freaks that boy hangs out with. Uncle Vernon thought.
The door closed
"What is it you want, and who are you?" Uncle Vernon said.
"To answer your first question, I must insist that my friend tell you for I'm only tagging along on this visit. To answer your second question I'm Remus Lupin, aka Moony. You may call me Remus Or Mr. Lupin." Said the brown haired man.
"Well I'm here to see Harry it is very urgent. So if you would please get him for me." Said the black haired man.
"I will do nothing for you unless you tell me who you are and why you want to talk to the freak I'm forced to have as my nephew." Uncle Vernon slurred with fury.
"Fine. I need to discuss some recent events that have occurred in the wizarding world with Harry. It is my responsibility to make sure he knows what's going on. The only thing you need to know about me is that my friends call me Padfoot. Now may I see Harry?" said the man with black hair.
" NO YOU MAY NOT! YOU WILL TELL ME WHO YOU ARE!" Uncle Vernon bellowed with fury.
" If you must know I was friend's with Harry's parents. Harry's father James and I grew up together. We were best friends at Hogwarts. Remus, James, myself, and Peter Pettegrew were all best friends, but James and I were closer dew to the fact that we grew up together. I was also friends with one Lily Evans who later became your sister in law. After we graduated Lily and James were married. Much to the displeasure of your wife, her sister who didn't even give Lily a congratulations. Some sister, aye. A year later Lily had a baby whom she named Heron James Potter after his father James Godric Potter And his grandfather Heron Joe Potter. James then pronounced me a Harry's godfather. One year later on Halloween night my best friend and his family were attacked by the most powerful dark wizard of our time. James and Lily were killed, but my godson survived the attack. Not only survived, but he killed the Dark Lord. As soon as the news reached me I went to their home to find it blown to pieces. James and Lily were dead. Harry was trying to wake them with up, while blood ran down from the cut on his forehead. I went and picked him up only to have him taken away from me to be given to you, Lily's only family. The same family who saw her as a freak, who didn't come to her wedding, who didn't tell her they were proud of her when she graduated. The same family who wouldn't even once come to see her, let alone her son and husband whom she loved. I had to give you the only thing I had left of my best friends. You, a stupid muggle who didn't even want him. I then went after the man responsible for their deaths, Peter Pettegrew one of our best friends who was hiding them at the time of the attack. He then faked his death and killed 12 other muggles pinning it on me. It looked like I had given my best friend and his family to the Dark Lord then killed 13 people one of whom was thought to be my friend. I was sent to prison with a life sentence, but twelve years later I escape to find my godson still stuck with the worst people on earth. Then I find out later just how badly you treated him. I found out you locked him in the cupboard under the stairs and half starved him. The one thing that could have saved Harry and I from misery was you. I would never have gone after Pettergrew if they hadn't taken Harry from me and given him to you. Now tell me why I should have to tell you about my self, when I know that you know who I am. I am Sirius Black Harry's godfather. Now let me see my godson." Sirius, face stained with tears from reliving the worst experience of his life, was no longer going to be patient with the drunken man.
"Sirius Black? That escaped murder? The one Harry says is his godfather is you? Then where do you come into play into all of this Mr.Lupin? How is it you know the Potter boy?" uncle Vernon asked stuck with confusion.
"I was another friend of James and Lily while they were alive. I was also Harry's defense against the dark arts professor in his third year. Harry is very powerful and personally would like to warn him about what is going on in our world so when he returns to school he wont plow a microchip and hurt some one accidentally. As you know one day Harry will most likely be one of the most powerful wizards who ever lived if not the most powerful." Remus told him calmly.
"Is that true!" Uncle Vernon said with a note of fear showing across his face and in his voice.
"Do you even talk to the boy?" Remus asked.
"Why do you ask?" he replied.
"Because if you heard just one of the stories about what he's done you wouldn't be so shocked to find out he's so powerful." Sirius barked back.
Uncle Vernon was a loss for words.
"May I please see my godson?" Sirius asked nicely.
All Uncle Vernon could do was blink.
"I'll take that as a yes."
So the two men made there way up stairs to find Harry sleeping peacefully in his bed. /He's got a tan this summer/ Sirius thought, /and he's grown a lot. He's been in the sun he has blond streaks in his hair defiantly natural. He's no longer the little boy I met in the shrieking shack one year ago. He's also been working out. He was so scrawny the last time I saw him. He's has muscles now. He looks so much like his dad. If you could only see him now James you would be so proud. / A hand on his shoulder shook him from his thoughts.
"We have to wake him up soon you know if we want to leave by two like we planed." Remus told him.
"I know." Sirius said back.
"Harry." He tried to wake his godson up. "It's time to wake up Harry." Harry still didn't move. "Harry don't be a lazy ignoramus. It's time to get up." This time Sirius was a little more forceful in tone and he was also shaking Harry trying to wake him up. In return a hand in a fist sprang up a punched him square in the jaw. "Harry what the hell did you do that for?" Sirius asked the boy who was now awake staring at his godfather in a state of shock, while Remus was giggling like a schoolgirl behind him.
"Well that's the way Ron wakes me up, and that usually what he gets in return but I don't think I was this strong at the end of last year," Harry said shyly, "I'm really sorry Sirius. What the hell are you doing here at Dursley's at," he looked over to his clock to get the time, "11:57 at night?"
"Well it's nice to know we're welcome, but there isn't much time." Sirius said with a smile.
"Well first thing first is everything alright here?" Remus asked.
"Well actually this is one of the best times I've had here in my life." Harry replied.
"That's great." Remus smiled.
"What's up with Voldemort?" Harry asked.
"It's very bad Harry," Sirius started, "there have been a lot of attacks recently. One was at the opening day of the Whaps new Quidditch stadium. The death eaters killed 53 people in that attack. Injured 79 people. I believe you Knew Katie Bell."
"Knew?" Harry was about to be sick.
"Yes knew. They killed her first she jumped in front of a little kid who was about to be hit with the killing curse. I think you knew Susan Bones from Hufflepuff well her grandparents were killed in Voldemort's first reign of terror, well the second reign killed off all the Bones'. She died the same way as Katie," Sirius stopped to make sure Harry was all right. "I'll stop if you like Harry."
" No I'm alright now what else has been happening. As I'm sure you know I'm not allowed to send or receive any mail muggle post or owl post, so I'm very uninformed right now." Harry answered with a shaking voice.
"Well a few other things have happened that are going to effect you. For instance we got Wormtail and I've been proven innocent but I can't have you with me this summer." Sirius said with an out of this world smile.
"I don't understand? Voldemort just came back and you've already caught Wormtail?" Harry asked confusedly.
" Well the ministry caught 7 death eaters at the first attack at the Quidditch game and Wormtail just so happened to be one of them." Remus chimed in.
" So why can't I live with you?" Harry asked with a very hurt voice.
" Oh Harry, I would take you if I could honest, but cant you see I'm on a mission right now for Dumbledore and I cant take you with me. I'm so sorry Harry. I promise to take you to get your school supplies though. I'll also take you to Kings-Cross to get the train to Hogwarts." Sirius said with a pleading voice.
"Alright but I had better get a very good birthday present in exchange for a holiday with my god father." Harry replied jokingly trying to hide the hurt of him not being able to stay with Sirius and the grief of the news about Katie and Susan.
"Well speaking of birthdays I have your birthday presents from Ron Hermione, the Weasley's, and Hagrid." Remus said pulling out a small bag, which quickly grew to the size of a very large and very stuffed pillowcase.
" Oh, my I really didn't expect you to start crying," Remus said in almost a panic as Harry started to cry.
"I'm sorry. I.I.I'm just. Oh I don't even care anymore." Harry said.
Remus put down his bag of presents and walked over to the bed and gave Harry a hug. Harry quickly accepted it. He was now using Remus for support. Sirius was in shock and the changing mood of his godson. /First he's punching me the next thing you know he's sad then he joking around then he just breaks down in tears./
Harry quickly got a hold on him self and was about to explain why he acted that way to Remus who was still holding him and Sirius who was just standing their looking very confused. "You don't have to say anything we understand you are stuck I many stages of shock right now. First with Katie and Susan then with Sirius being set free and you not going to live with him then you getting a whole lot of birthday gifts when expecting to get nothing at all for your birthday." Remus said in a very soothing voice.
"Harry we love you and you'll have a home to come to at Christmas and next summer. But it's only a month more of the Dursley's before their gone from your life forever. Alright." Sirius said trying to make up for at least one of the things they had sprung on him.
"You'd better leave it's getting late." Harry said with his still wavering voice, which he noticed for the first time to be a low baritone and no longer his high alto. Wow was that me? Damn I've grown a lot this summer. Harry thought wildly to him self.
"Your right Harry. I'll see you soon. I have to take you shopping don't I so how about I pick you up a week before term and we can get to know each other even better, 'Kay." Sirius said trying to be cheerful
"'Kay" Harry said through a smile.
"Hey take care yourself I would like to see you in one piece the next time we see each other." Remus said trying to hold back another one of his girly giggles.
" Very funny. And as much as I'd like to chat longer I'm afraid I'm rather tired and I want to sleep and you two should leave." Harry said trying to end the conversation because he was worn out from crying.
"Alright were leaving. Love you kiddo." Sirius said while giving him a hug goodbye.
"Love you too."
Remus bent down and gave Harry another hug. "Love ya. Take care alright."
"Love you too." Harry said through another smile. Then they left. Harry laid and tried to sleep but five minuets after they left an extremely drunk Uncle Vernon stormed in.
" I said you'd get it if you step out of line one more time. Well that little stunt you pulled bringing those men here wont go unpunished!" Harry's uncle said with all of his word slurred together.
Uncle Vernon reached over and grabbed Harry by the arm and pulled him out of bed and on to the floor causing his wrist to break and his shoulder to dislocate. He kicked Harry once in the stomach. Then stormed out of the room.
Harry lay on the floor crying. Slowly he climbed into bed trying not to move his left arm. When he finally got in to bed with his covers back on top of him. He was so tired he fell in to a dreamless sleep immediately. But not before he thought, /I'll have a fun time tomorrow wont I./
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Ch.1 conversations and chores.
It was a sunny day at number 4 Privet Drive, normal weather for mid June, when a car drove up. Inside the car sat two people, a rather large man with a bushy mustache and a boy with dark hair and glasses. They were currently not arguing. Together they pulled a large trunk and an owl in a Harry Potter And cage from the back of the car, and together they drug them into the house
The door closed and the older man started to bark out orders, "Get that ruddy owl of yours up to your room and keep it quiet. After you've done that get this trunk upstairs and out of the way. Then come down and get your dinner it's probably already cold."
"Yes Uncle Vernon," said the boy.
So he set about doing his chores as he was told. After he got his trunk upstairs he flopped down on his bed to catch his breath. He began to think about all of the things that had happened that year when a shout from down stairs made him jump, "Harry! Get you're ass down here if you want to eat tonight," bellowed his uncle.
"I'll be there in a few minuets," He yelled back.
Harry stood up and walked over to the wardrobe and opened the door to look in the mirror. A pale skinny boy of fourteen didn't stand their staring back at him. He saw a rather tall young man with raven black hair that stood up in odd places. He had brilliant green eyes that stood out on his pale skin. He was no longer the little boy he once was. He now was turning into the young man that every one looked to as their hero. You see Harry wasn't a normal fourteen year old. He was a wizard, a very famous wizard at that. As a baby a very powerful dark wizard tried and failed to kill him. Leaving Harry with no parents and a lightning shaped scar on his for head. This might not seem like a big deal but the wizard who wanted to kill him was so feared by all magical people that they didn't even speak his true name, Voldemort. They would call him you-know-who, he-who-must-not-be- named, or the Dark Lord. When the spell he cast failed to kill Harry it in return backfired and tore Voldemort from his body. Harry was what caused the fall of the Dark lord making him the most famous wizard of his time. He became known as The-Boy-Who-Lived.
Harry closed the wardrobe and made his way down stairs to get his dinner.
"It certainly took you long enough to get down here." his uncle barked.
" I'm sorry." He replied.
"You'd better be, you will do all of the dishes tonight for your Aunt."
Harry looked over to see his Aunt Petunia. She and her husband were definitely opposites to say the least. She was horsed faced and extremely thin. He was fat and round faced. She had a very long neck (Good for spying on the people next door). He hardly had a neck at all. Ect.
"Of course," Harry said trying to keep the bitterness out of his voice. Not even two hours and I'm already being punished. He thought, boy I really miss Hogwarts. Hogwarts was the school he went to ever since he was eleven. He missed the school, his friends, and he also missed Quidditch. Quidditch was the most popular sport in the magical world. With six giant gold hoops 60 feet in the air, 4 balls, and 14 players on broomsticks it becomes rather difficult not to love the game. His friend Ron was a fanatic much like him self, but his friend Hermione was a bookworm and her least favorite topic was Quidditch. This was the cause many arguments between Ron and her.
1 1/2 hours later Harry made his way up to bed. He walked into his room then walked to his wardrobe mirror to get a better look at him self. He looked at his face and saw a bit of stubble starting to appear. /Wow,/ he thought,/I'll probably have to start shaving before next term./He then proceeded to take off his shirt only to find a disappointing farmer's tan and very little muscle. /That's it,/ he thought,/I'm going to work on my appearance this summer./ With that he quickly changed into his PJ bottoms and got in to bed. Falling to sleep barely minuets after his head hit the pillow.
The next few Weeks were as bad as could be expected for Harry. Every morning he got up did his chorus and did his homework in the middle of the night. This summer was a bit different from the other ones scene he was 11. First he had taken up running and lifting weights (ones Dudley got for his birthday last year but didn't want so they got dumped in his room.) Second He was allowed his schoolbooks and third his horrible cousin Dudley was sent to fat camp. Dudley was a very spoiled little pig. Well, he wasn't very little any more while at school he refused to stay on the diet that was set for him. By the end of the year he was roughly the size of a small whale. The school nurse demanded that the Dursleys' take drastic measures, thus landing the blimp in fat camp. Good riddance is what I say. Harry thought to himself. Harry had also been spending as much time as he could outside so he could build up a tan. You could usually find him without a shirt on. He ran, lifted weights, and did all of his outside chores with out his shirt.
Harry went back into the house (after putting his shirt on) to report what he did that day to uncle (who was still in a bad mood from the price for the roof to be replaced.)
"Well I finished all of the chores I can for now I'll just do the dishes after dinner and I'll be done."
His uncle just stared at him. He had a look of concentration on his face. No doubt he's trying to think of more chores for him to do.
"You'll have to do all your work tomorrow before dinner. Or you'll be in deep when I get a hold of you. Is that clear?" his uncle spat.
"Yes Uncle Vernon," Harry replied.
"Oh we, your aunt and I, are going to visit Dudley at camp tomorrow so you better not burn the house down by the time we get home."
"Yes sir"
"Get your ass up to bed this instant," Uncle Vernon slurred. He was drunk, Harry knew. Through the years Harry had learned how to tell if his uncle was drunk or not. If he was drunk he was always a bit nicer to him than he normally would be, but he had a shorter temper than usual also. So, Harry wasn't about to get him angry.
Harry ran up to his bedroom. By the time he got there he was in tears. He never expected to be so lucky. He got to stay home alone it was wonderful. I won't do any chores tomorrow. I'm just going to relax I don't care if I have ten times as many chores as punishment I'm going to have a good day. Harry thought to him self.
He quickly changed a got into bed. Falling to sleep almost instantly.
Down stairs uncle Vernon and aunt Petunia were pouring them selves more glasses of the wine they had been drinking for the past hour.
"Petunia my flower go up and get some sleep I'll see you in the morning."
"Yes love." She relied giving her husband a quick kiss.
After she left he drank the rest of the wine and went to the cellar to get one of his bottles of scotch. "Oh, if that boy steps out of bound just once he'll get the beating of his life. None of those freak friends of his will be able to help him. Not even that lunatic godfather of his will be able to help."
Tap. Tap. Tap.
"What the hell was that?"
Tap. Tap. Tap.
He looked around trying to find the sound. He looked up to the cellar ceiling to find noting but dust and cobwebs. He looked in the corners to find nothing but junk. He looked under the stair leading back to the kitchen to find nothing but the Christmas decorations.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
He ran upstairs back to the kitchen to see if it was coming from there.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
"It's coming from over there," he said. Turning to face the back door.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Slowly he walked to the back door. He reached out and grabbed the handle and began to turn it. Gradually he began to open the door.
There stood two men wearing black robes. One had long black hair, and blue eyes. The other had light brown hair flecked with gray, and light brown eyes.
"Who the Bloody hell are you?" uncle Vernon spat.
"If you would let us in we could tell you." Said the man with brown hair.
Uncle Vernon just stood there.
"Move your fat ass out of the way Dursley." Said the man with black hair.
Vernon flew away from the door allowing the men passage.
"That much better, don't you think Moony" said the man with black hair again. The man looked strangely familiar.
"Yes indeed Padfoot old friend." Said the brown haired man. His name's probably moony. But what do you expect from the no good freaks that boy hangs out with. Uncle Vernon thought.
The door closed
"What is it you want, and who are you?" Uncle Vernon said.
"To answer your first question, I must insist that my friend tell you for I'm only tagging along on this visit. To answer your second question I'm Remus Lupin, aka Moony. You may call me Remus Or Mr. Lupin." Said the brown haired man.
"Well I'm here to see Harry it is very urgent. So if you would please get him for me." Said the black haired man.
"I will do nothing for you unless you tell me who you are and why you want to talk to the freak I'm forced to have as my nephew." Uncle Vernon slurred with fury.
"Fine. I need to discuss some recent events that have occurred in the wizarding world with Harry. It is my responsibility to make sure he knows what's going on. The only thing you need to know about me is that my friends call me Padfoot. Now may I see Harry?" said the man with black hair.
" NO YOU MAY NOT! YOU WILL TELL ME WHO YOU ARE!" Uncle Vernon bellowed with fury.
" If you must know I was friend's with Harry's parents. Harry's father James and I grew up together. We were best friends at Hogwarts. Remus, James, myself, and Peter Pettegrew were all best friends, but James and I were closer dew to the fact that we grew up together. I was also friends with one Lily Evans who later became your sister in law. After we graduated Lily and James were married. Much to the displeasure of your wife, her sister who didn't even give Lily a congratulations. Some sister, aye. A year later Lily had a baby whom she named Heron James Potter after his father James Godric Potter And his grandfather Heron Joe Potter. James then pronounced me a Harry's godfather. One year later on Halloween night my best friend and his family were attacked by the most powerful dark wizard of our time. James and Lily were killed, but my godson survived the attack. Not only survived, but he killed the Dark Lord. As soon as the news reached me I went to their home to find it blown to pieces. James and Lily were dead. Harry was trying to wake them with up, while blood ran down from the cut on his forehead. I went and picked him up only to have him taken away from me to be given to you, Lily's only family. The same family who saw her as a freak, who didn't come to her wedding, who didn't tell her they were proud of her when she graduated. The same family who wouldn't even once come to see her, let alone her son and husband whom she loved. I had to give you the only thing I had left of my best friends. You, a stupid muggle who didn't even want him. I then went after the man responsible for their deaths, Peter Pettegrew one of our best friends who was hiding them at the time of the attack. He then faked his death and killed 12 other muggles pinning it on me. It looked like I had given my best friend and his family to the Dark Lord then killed 13 people one of whom was thought to be my friend. I was sent to prison with a life sentence, but twelve years later I escape to find my godson still stuck with the worst people on earth. Then I find out later just how badly you treated him. I found out you locked him in the cupboard under the stairs and half starved him. The one thing that could have saved Harry and I from misery was you. I would never have gone after Pettergrew if they hadn't taken Harry from me and given him to you. Now tell me why I should have to tell you about my self, when I know that you know who I am. I am Sirius Black Harry's godfather. Now let me see my godson." Sirius, face stained with tears from reliving the worst experience of his life, was no longer going to be patient with the drunken man.
"Sirius Black? That escaped murder? The one Harry says is his godfather is you? Then where do you come into play into all of this Mr.Lupin? How is it you know the Potter boy?" uncle Vernon asked stuck with confusion.
"I was another friend of James and Lily while they were alive. I was also Harry's defense against the dark arts professor in his third year. Harry is very powerful and personally would like to warn him about what is going on in our world so when he returns to school he wont plow a microchip and hurt some one accidentally. As you know one day Harry will most likely be one of the most powerful wizards who ever lived if not the most powerful." Remus told him calmly.
"Is that true!" Uncle Vernon said with a note of fear showing across his face and in his voice.
"Do you even talk to the boy?" Remus asked.
"Why do you ask?" he replied.
"Because if you heard just one of the stories about what he's done you wouldn't be so shocked to find out he's so powerful." Sirius barked back.
Uncle Vernon was a loss for words.
"May I please see my godson?" Sirius asked nicely.
All Uncle Vernon could do was blink.
"I'll take that as a yes."
So the two men made there way up stairs to find Harry sleeping peacefully in his bed. /He's got a tan this summer/ Sirius thought, /and he's grown a lot. He's been in the sun he has blond streaks in his hair defiantly natural. He's no longer the little boy I met in the shrieking shack one year ago. He's also been working out. He was so scrawny the last time I saw him. He's has muscles now. He looks so much like his dad. If you could only see him now James you would be so proud. / A hand on his shoulder shook him from his thoughts.
"We have to wake him up soon you know if we want to leave by two like we planed." Remus told him.
"I know." Sirius said back.
"Harry." He tried to wake his godson up. "It's time to wake up Harry." Harry still didn't move. "Harry don't be a lazy ignoramus. It's time to get up." This time Sirius was a little more forceful in tone and he was also shaking Harry trying to wake him up. In return a hand in a fist sprang up a punched him square in the jaw. "Harry what the hell did you do that for?" Sirius asked the boy who was now awake staring at his godfather in a state of shock, while Remus was giggling like a schoolgirl behind him.
"Well that's the way Ron wakes me up, and that usually what he gets in return but I don't think I was this strong at the end of last year," Harry said shyly, "I'm really sorry Sirius. What the hell are you doing here at Dursley's at," he looked over to his clock to get the time, "11:57 at night?"
"Well it's nice to know we're welcome, but there isn't much time." Sirius said with a smile.
"Well first thing first is everything alright here?" Remus asked.
"Well actually this is one of the best times I've had here in my life." Harry replied.
"That's great." Remus smiled.
"What's up with Voldemort?" Harry asked.
"It's very bad Harry," Sirius started, "there have been a lot of attacks recently. One was at the opening day of the Whaps new Quidditch stadium. The death eaters killed 53 people in that attack. Injured 79 people. I believe you Knew Katie Bell."
"Knew?" Harry was about to be sick.
"Yes knew. They killed her first she jumped in front of a little kid who was about to be hit with the killing curse. I think you knew Susan Bones from Hufflepuff well her grandparents were killed in Voldemort's first reign of terror, well the second reign killed off all the Bones'. She died the same way as Katie," Sirius stopped to make sure Harry was all right. "I'll stop if you like Harry."
" No I'm alright now what else has been happening. As I'm sure you know I'm not allowed to send or receive any mail muggle post or owl post, so I'm very uninformed right now." Harry answered with a shaking voice.
"Well a few other things have happened that are going to effect you. For instance we got Wormtail and I've been proven innocent but I can't have you with me this summer." Sirius said with an out of this world smile.
"I don't understand? Voldemort just came back and you've already caught Wormtail?" Harry asked confusedly.
" Well the ministry caught 7 death eaters at the first attack at the Quidditch game and Wormtail just so happened to be one of them." Remus chimed in.
" So why can't I live with you?" Harry asked with a very hurt voice.
" Oh Harry, I would take you if I could honest, but cant you see I'm on a mission right now for Dumbledore and I cant take you with me. I'm so sorry Harry. I promise to take you to get your school supplies though. I'll also take you to Kings-Cross to get the train to Hogwarts." Sirius said with a pleading voice.
"Alright but I had better get a very good birthday present in exchange for a holiday with my god father." Harry replied jokingly trying to hide the hurt of him not being able to stay with Sirius and the grief of the news about Katie and Susan.
"Well speaking of birthdays I have your birthday presents from Ron Hermione, the Weasley's, and Hagrid." Remus said pulling out a small bag, which quickly grew to the size of a very large and very stuffed pillowcase.
" Oh, my I really didn't expect you to start crying," Remus said in almost a panic as Harry started to cry.
"I'm sorry. I.I.I'm just. Oh I don't even care anymore." Harry said.
Remus put down his bag of presents and walked over to the bed and gave Harry a hug. Harry quickly accepted it. He was now using Remus for support. Sirius was in shock and the changing mood of his godson. /First he's punching me the next thing you know he's sad then he joking around then he just breaks down in tears./
Harry quickly got a hold on him self and was about to explain why he acted that way to Remus who was still holding him and Sirius who was just standing their looking very confused. "You don't have to say anything we understand you are stuck I many stages of shock right now. First with Katie and Susan then with Sirius being set free and you not going to live with him then you getting a whole lot of birthday gifts when expecting to get nothing at all for your birthday." Remus said in a very soothing voice.
"Harry we love you and you'll have a home to come to at Christmas and next summer. But it's only a month more of the Dursley's before their gone from your life forever. Alright." Sirius said trying to make up for at least one of the things they had sprung on him.
"You'd better leave it's getting late." Harry said with his still wavering voice, which he noticed for the first time to be a low baritone and no longer his high alto. Wow was that me? Damn I've grown a lot this summer. Harry thought wildly to him self.
"Your right Harry. I'll see you soon. I have to take you shopping don't I so how about I pick you up a week before term and we can get to know each other even better, 'Kay." Sirius said trying to be cheerful
"'Kay" Harry said through a smile.
"Hey take care yourself I would like to see you in one piece the next time we see each other." Remus said trying to hold back another one of his girly giggles.
" Very funny. And as much as I'd like to chat longer I'm afraid I'm rather tired and I want to sleep and you two should leave." Harry said trying to end the conversation because he was worn out from crying.
"Alright were leaving. Love you kiddo." Sirius said while giving him a hug goodbye.
"Love you too."
Remus bent down and gave Harry another hug. "Love ya. Take care alright."
"Love you too." Harry said through another smile. Then they left. Harry laid and tried to sleep but five minuets after they left an extremely drunk Uncle Vernon stormed in.
" I said you'd get it if you step out of line one more time. Well that little stunt you pulled bringing those men here wont go unpunished!" Harry's uncle said with all of his word slurred together.
Uncle Vernon reached over and grabbed Harry by the arm and pulled him out of bed and on to the floor causing his wrist to break and his shoulder to dislocate. He kicked Harry once in the stomach. Then stormed out of the room.
Harry lay on the floor crying. Slowly he climbed into bed trying not to move his left arm. When he finally got in to bed with his covers back on top of him. He was so tired he fell in to a dreamless sleep immediately. But not before he thought, /I'll have a fun time tomorrow wont I./