DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of these characters (though I wish I did!)
they belong to the wonderful JK Rowling. I do own the plot, and the new
characters that are introduced.
"How was your day dear?" Mrs Dursley asked pleasantly to Mr Dursley as he waddled into the kitchen. Petunia Dursley was tall and skinny and her extremely long neck came in use when looking over fences. Vernon Dursley was quite the opposite. He was about five foot five, but was on the edge of being wider than he was tall and you could barely see his neck.
"Horrible! There were people dressed in the funny cloaks again; I swear that I'm going crazy!" Vernon raged loudly. "But never mind that, I don't want to know what's going on in their world," he muttered to himself. Vernon Dursley kept muttering to himself until he looked up. Owls, about ten of them, were swooping down, landing on anything possible. "What in the world is going on now? Petunia, you don't know what this is about - I mean, what's happening in their world right now?" Mr Dursley seemed more curious about the wizarding world lately.
Petunia whipped around and stared hatefully at her husbands eyes. "I wouldn't know. Harry would be the one to ask, he's up in his bedroom. And Dudley-Bumpkins' just returned from the doctors, they say the diet hasn't helped. He is now so overweight that they suggest three hours of exercise a day, and even less food than he has now. He is only fifteen years old! There is no possible way he'll be able to eat enough!" Petunia finished ranting and turned back around to grab a cup of flour to prepare supper. It was very difficult for her to realize that Dudley was, like his father, dangerously overweight.
"Oh of course, Petunia dear, I assume there are other ways of helping Dud -" Vernon slowly trailed off, sounding a little defeated. Just then a tall, dark figure appeared at the backdoor of the Dursleys' home. It stopped, just to pull a stick - no a wand out of his pocket! The man reached for the door handle, unlocked. He slowly pushed open the door.
*~*~*
Harry Potter was laying on his bed, reading over his finished assignment. It was the middle of summer and Harry had already finished all his Divination, Care of Magical Creatures, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Transfiguration homework. He put away his parchment and transfiguration book into his Hogwarts trunk. Looking out the window he saw Hedwig flying towards him. Harry practically flew to the window, unlocked it quickly and stepped aside waiting for her. He hadn't received any news about the wizarding world for over a week.
Hedwig gracefully landed on Harry's desk and waited for him to take off the little piece of parchment. Harry did so as quickly as he could, patted Hedwig thankfully, and gave her a small treat. The letter only had one sentence.
I'm coming for you, be ready.
Harry turned it over, and there was a big muddy footprint. Harry realized what this meant immediately, and started putting everything he might need for the following year at Hogwarts into his trunk. Just as he slammed down the top of it he heard a deafening scream coming from the kitchen. Harry grabbed his wand and ran downstairs, hoping, praying he would find Padfoot there. Deep back, safely tucked away in his mind, Harry tried not to think of the possibility that someone else had sent him the letter.
*~*~*
Harry flew down the stairs, wand in hand. He turned towards the kitchen and saw Aunt Petunia lying on the ground, though he could only see her legs. Harry ran into the kitchen, thinking the worst. But as he reached the kitchen, the scene in front of him turned out to be the funniest thing he had ever seen.
Aunt Petunia had fainted in the door way, landing in a bag of flour that she was using to cook with. Her usually short brown hair now appeared to be short, grandma white hair. This look very much suited his Aunt Petunia, and for once Harry wished he could have a picture of his aunt. But this was nothing compared to his Uncle Vernon. He had fallen backwards, Harry assumed from shock, and landed onto his butt. Harrys' uncle was now swaying back and forth trying to stand, but he was too heavy to lift himself. As it turned out his swaying back and forth did nothing but amuse Harry. Vernons' face was now the deepest shade of red Harry had ever seen, too angry in fact, that he couldn't find words. This was probably a good thing because anything that had Vernon Dursley this upset would have something to do with Harry. The scene had amused Harry so much he forgot the reason he was so frightened coming down the stairs.
Harry then heard unmistakable thumps on the stairs. Dudley seemed to have realized the situation, and had fled upstairs to his bedroom. Harry couldn't help but wonder how the stairs could stand the wait of Dudley. While Vernon was close to being wider than he was tall, Dudley had accomplished this. It never ceased to amaze Harry that no matter how little of food was given to Dudley; he just seemed to grow larger. All of a sudden Harry snapped back into reality. His attention went to the back door. All of his forgotten fears came back, almost slapping him in the face. Harry slowly turned towards the door, and looked into the eyes of a very familiar face. Relief flooded over him.
"Sirius! I just received your letter! I packed as fast as I could!" Harry smiled so hard he thought his cheeks might just burst. His dazzling teeth showed like there was no tomorrow. He stared down at the big black dog, which would have scared him if he didn't know who it was. All he could think now was happy thoughts. He would be leaving the Dursleys'! Going to live with Sirius! Or so he thought.
Sirius transfigured back to his usual form. Harry noticed right away that Sirius did seem way healthier than the last time he saw him. Sirius was obviously very pleased to see Harry, but he had something on his mind. "Harry, I come with both wondrous and horrible news. But the good must wait, we must leave the Dursleys' at once," Sirius looked directly into Harrys' confused, green eyes. "No time for questions. You're coming with me to the Weasleys'. We're traveling the muggle way, careful not to attract attention," Sirius spoke fast, obviously in a hurry. His eyes filled with concern. "Grab your trunk Harry; I'll take care of the Dursleys'. Hurry Harry, this is very important."
Harry couldn't understand in the least of this importance, but he hurried all the same. He nearly tripped along the way a couple times climbing up the stairs. He first dragged his packed Hogwarts trunk down the stairs. 'Clunk' 'Clunk' 'Clunk' Harry glimpsed a view of Sirius helping Aunt Petunia being sat up onto the couch. Harry stopped for a moment to watch.
Uncle Vernon seemed to have his voice back, he was screaming, "Don't you do any magic on her. Do you hear? I want you out of my house, NOW!" But Sirius seemed to have not heard him, and Harrys' uncle couldn't very well stop him for he was still swaying back and forth, trying harder and harder to stand. This was obviously a loosing battle; Vernon would not likely stand anytime soon. Even if he did, he would have no power over a wizard. However, Sirius didn't plan on doing any magic on Aunt Petunia, but turned on Mr. Dursley himself. Vernon evidently had not expected this. The anger left his eyes immediately, but now filled with fear.
"You always mistreated my godson. For that, I hold a lot against you. If you happen to wake from my spell, you will have no memory, but don't worry," Sirius added quickly, "Not many awake." Sirius looked very powerful, standing over Vernon Dursley. He looked directly into Vernons' eyes and raised his wand. "LUMOS!" Sirius shouted as he did a wave of his wand. But before anything happened it seemed that Vernon had fainted. He was lying there unconscious. A small light came out of Sirius wand with a 'pop'. He turned and smiled at Harry, "Nox," the light went out. "Well Harry, it seems that I took care of the Dursleys'. Are you ready to go?"
Harry couldn't help but laugh. Sirius only scared Vernon, and therefore wouldn't be in any trouble with the ministry. This was a great relief for Harry, it always bothered him that Sirius could be caught at any moment, and given to the Dementors. "I'll just run and grab Hedwig." Harry ran up the stairs as fast as he could. He had forgotten what Sirius had mentioned earlier. It was important to leave the Dursleys' right away . . .
"How was your day dear?" Mrs Dursley asked pleasantly to Mr Dursley as he waddled into the kitchen. Petunia Dursley was tall and skinny and her extremely long neck came in use when looking over fences. Vernon Dursley was quite the opposite. He was about five foot five, but was on the edge of being wider than he was tall and you could barely see his neck.
"Horrible! There were people dressed in the funny cloaks again; I swear that I'm going crazy!" Vernon raged loudly. "But never mind that, I don't want to know what's going on in their world," he muttered to himself. Vernon Dursley kept muttering to himself until he looked up. Owls, about ten of them, were swooping down, landing on anything possible. "What in the world is going on now? Petunia, you don't know what this is about - I mean, what's happening in their world right now?" Mr Dursley seemed more curious about the wizarding world lately.
Petunia whipped around and stared hatefully at her husbands eyes. "I wouldn't know. Harry would be the one to ask, he's up in his bedroom. And Dudley-Bumpkins' just returned from the doctors, they say the diet hasn't helped. He is now so overweight that they suggest three hours of exercise a day, and even less food than he has now. He is only fifteen years old! There is no possible way he'll be able to eat enough!" Petunia finished ranting and turned back around to grab a cup of flour to prepare supper. It was very difficult for her to realize that Dudley was, like his father, dangerously overweight.
"Oh of course, Petunia dear, I assume there are other ways of helping Dud -" Vernon slowly trailed off, sounding a little defeated. Just then a tall, dark figure appeared at the backdoor of the Dursleys' home. It stopped, just to pull a stick - no a wand out of his pocket! The man reached for the door handle, unlocked. He slowly pushed open the door.
*~*~*
Harry Potter was laying on his bed, reading over his finished assignment. It was the middle of summer and Harry had already finished all his Divination, Care of Magical Creatures, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Transfiguration homework. He put away his parchment and transfiguration book into his Hogwarts trunk. Looking out the window he saw Hedwig flying towards him. Harry practically flew to the window, unlocked it quickly and stepped aside waiting for her. He hadn't received any news about the wizarding world for over a week.
Hedwig gracefully landed on Harry's desk and waited for him to take off the little piece of parchment. Harry did so as quickly as he could, patted Hedwig thankfully, and gave her a small treat. The letter only had one sentence.
I'm coming for you, be ready.
Harry turned it over, and there was a big muddy footprint. Harry realized what this meant immediately, and started putting everything he might need for the following year at Hogwarts into his trunk. Just as he slammed down the top of it he heard a deafening scream coming from the kitchen. Harry grabbed his wand and ran downstairs, hoping, praying he would find Padfoot there. Deep back, safely tucked away in his mind, Harry tried not to think of the possibility that someone else had sent him the letter.
*~*~*
Harry flew down the stairs, wand in hand. He turned towards the kitchen and saw Aunt Petunia lying on the ground, though he could only see her legs. Harry ran into the kitchen, thinking the worst. But as he reached the kitchen, the scene in front of him turned out to be the funniest thing he had ever seen.
Aunt Petunia had fainted in the door way, landing in a bag of flour that she was using to cook with. Her usually short brown hair now appeared to be short, grandma white hair. This look very much suited his Aunt Petunia, and for once Harry wished he could have a picture of his aunt. But this was nothing compared to his Uncle Vernon. He had fallen backwards, Harry assumed from shock, and landed onto his butt. Harrys' uncle was now swaying back and forth trying to stand, but he was too heavy to lift himself. As it turned out his swaying back and forth did nothing but amuse Harry. Vernons' face was now the deepest shade of red Harry had ever seen, too angry in fact, that he couldn't find words. This was probably a good thing because anything that had Vernon Dursley this upset would have something to do with Harry. The scene had amused Harry so much he forgot the reason he was so frightened coming down the stairs.
Harry then heard unmistakable thumps on the stairs. Dudley seemed to have realized the situation, and had fled upstairs to his bedroom. Harry couldn't help but wonder how the stairs could stand the wait of Dudley. While Vernon was close to being wider than he was tall, Dudley had accomplished this. It never ceased to amaze Harry that no matter how little of food was given to Dudley; he just seemed to grow larger. All of a sudden Harry snapped back into reality. His attention went to the back door. All of his forgotten fears came back, almost slapping him in the face. Harry slowly turned towards the door, and looked into the eyes of a very familiar face. Relief flooded over him.
"Sirius! I just received your letter! I packed as fast as I could!" Harry smiled so hard he thought his cheeks might just burst. His dazzling teeth showed like there was no tomorrow. He stared down at the big black dog, which would have scared him if he didn't know who it was. All he could think now was happy thoughts. He would be leaving the Dursleys'! Going to live with Sirius! Or so he thought.
Sirius transfigured back to his usual form. Harry noticed right away that Sirius did seem way healthier than the last time he saw him. Sirius was obviously very pleased to see Harry, but he had something on his mind. "Harry, I come with both wondrous and horrible news. But the good must wait, we must leave the Dursleys' at once," Sirius looked directly into Harrys' confused, green eyes. "No time for questions. You're coming with me to the Weasleys'. We're traveling the muggle way, careful not to attract attention," Sirius spoke fast, obviously in a hurry. His eyes filled with concern. "Grab your trunk Harry; I'll take care of the Dursleys'. Hurry Harry, this is very important."
Harry couldn't understand in the least of this importance, but he hurried all the same. He nearly tripped along the way a couple times climbing up the stairs. He first dragged his packed Hogwarts trunk down the stairs. 'Clunk' 'Clunk' 'Clunk' Harry glimpsed a view of Sirius helping Aunt Petunia being sat up onto the couch. Harry stopped for a moment to watch.
Uncle Vernon seemed to have his voice back, he was screaming, "Don't you do any magic on her. Do you hear? I want you out of my house, NOW!" But Sirius seemed to have not heard him, and Harrys' uncle couldn't very well stop him for he was still swaying back and forth, trying harder and harder to stand. This was obviously a loosing battle; Vernon would not likely stand anytime soon. Even if he did, he would have no power over a wizard. However, Sirius didn't plan on doing any magic on Aunt Petunia, but turned on Mr. Dursley himself. Vernon evidently had not expected this. The anger left his eyes immediately, but now filled with fear.
"You always mistreated my godson. For that, I hold a lot against you. If you happen to wake from my spell, you will have no memory, but don't worry," Sirius added quickly, "Not many awake." Sirius looked very powerful, standing over Vernon Dursley. He looked directly into Vernons' eyes and raised his wand. "LUMOS!" Sirius shouted as he did a wave of his wand. But before anything happened it seemed that Vernon had fainted. He was lying there unconscious. A small light came out of Sirius wand with a 'pop'. He turned and smiled at Harry, "Nox," the light went out. "Well Harry, it seems that I took care of the Dursleys'. Are you ready to go?"
Harry couldn't help but laugh. Sirius only scared Vernon, and therefore wouldn't be in any trouble with the ministry. This was a great relief for Harry, it always bothered him that Sirius could be caught at any moment, and given to the Dementors. "I'll just run and grab Hedwig." Harry ran up the stairs as fast as he could. He had forgotten what Sirius had mentioned earlier. It was important to leave the Dursleys' right away . . .