A/N:  Well, I've been suffering from 'what the hell am I going to write next?!' (Doesn't that just suck?) syndrome, I have a ruff idea of what's going to happen, its kinda planned out, but I have no clue as to how I'm supposed to get there.  The next chappy will probably be more informative than this one. 

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Chapter four:  Three Companions

    "Harry."  A hand reached out to shake the raven haired seeker as he slept.  Harry didn't move though, he was lost in bliss.  "Harry Potter, wake up."  The voice was smooth and calming.

    "He is so not gona wake up."  A twittering female voice chimed in as they reached the fifteen minute mark for trying to wake the boy up.  The man hovering over Harry looked mildly troubled.

    "Really Ethan, the boy is obviously irresponsible, I don't see why you are so intent on bringing him back, he obviously has no idea about us."  The third person in the room was reminiscent of McGonagall; she had grey hair in a tight bun on the top of her head and was the only one of the three wearing white.

    "We have discussed this.  He is out future, he is suffering.  We help our own and therefore we will help him."  The man was tall, with flowing robes of deep burgundy velvet.  He was very regal, and looked out of place in the shabby little room.

    "He's cute."  Announced the bubbling blond girl, as if it was even half way relevant.  "He would look good with streaks."  Ethan just rolled his eyes.

    "Cissy now is not the time." 

    "Fine, fine.  But it's not like either of you are doing anything important. You have been trying to wake him up for ages, and I hate to say it, but you're getting no where."

    "As much as I am loathed to agree with her, she is right.  This is getting beyond ridiculous, just wake him up." Ethan nodded and placed his hands above Harry's eyes, muttering softly in Latin.

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Harry lay basking in the warmth of the fire, his godfather pressed flush against his back, Sirius' hands idly drawing symbols on the flesh of his hip.  Harry let his eyes drift closed.  Not sleepy, just contented.  ~I love you. ~ Harry whispered.  He wasn't sure Sirius heard him and for a while they just lay there, skin on skin, Sirius' breath tickling the fine hairs on Harry's neck.  ~I love you too. ~ Sirius whispered some time after.  Putting an arm around Harry, he clung to him.  ~No matter what, I love you. ~

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    "Sirius," Harry murmured. 

    "Sorry kid, I'm afraid not."  Cissy smiled at Harry who looked around wide eyed.  He had just been ripped out of his dream; he didn't even have any warning, one moment he was happy, and the next he was pulled back to this, this sharp edged hell. 

    "Sirius."  He repeated, pulling his blanket close around him and huddling in the corner of his bed.  He was surrounded by three strangers, and he didn't have a good feeling about them.  He wanted to go back to the safety of his dream; he wanted Sirius to protect him.  Even as he thought this, he could feel the heat from the fire in his dream drain from his skin.  There was no one to protect him. 

    "Who are you?"  The man, Ethan was he smiled patiently.

    "I am Ethan, this is Cissy, and this is Antoinette."  The woman in white smiled at him, and Cissy grinned like a manic at the introduction. 

    "Why are you here?"  Harry inched away from the corner, feeling somewhat like a trapped animal.

    "We are here because you agreed to meet us; you said that if I was right that you would agree to our terms.  That is the only reason we were aloud through the wards.  Our terms were to meet you in person."

    Harry nodded dully.  These were the people that had talked about Sirius, who knew how he felt.  He had indeed agreed to their terms. Damn! 

    "Will you come with us?  Its nearing morning and we would like to leave before then."  Harry looked out the window and saw that it was still dark outside.  He scrambled off the bed and stood in front of Ethan, who was obviously there leader, and nodded his consent. 

    Anything for Sirius.  Besides, the wards wouldn't let any one in with bad intentions, so they couldn't be all bad.  Still, there was the comment about them only being aloud through the wards with Harry's agreement…  Better to take his wand just in case.

    "Fine, but can I get something before we go?" 

    Antoinette stretched out her arm and handed Harry his wand from the palm of her hand with an understated flourish. 

    "How did you get that?"  Harry seethed, examining the surface for damage.

    "She is way powerful."  Gushed the blond girl, "It's creepy sometimes." 

    "Come along."  Ethan glided to the door, opening it quietly, unperturbed by the show of mind reading from his companion.  Harry followed the old woman feeling warily boxed in, with Cissy taking up the rear.

    The three companions were silent as they descended the stairs, ghostly in their footsteps; Harry not nearly as graceful squeaked on every stair down and winced at the door behind them out into the garden slammed shut.  He thanked God that his aunt and uncle now slept with ear plugs in because of Hedwig's' squawking.

    Out in the moonlight he could see the three better, he was awed by Ethan. He had long glossy black hair that fell in soft waves over his shoulders.  His skin was as pale as the moonlight illuminating it and his eyes were like liquid amber with black slits like something feral.  There was smudged kohl eyeliner accenting them, he looked truly ethereal.   

    Cissy was in a tight red corset, blond hair pilled in the top of her head with electric purple ends and full plum painted lips.  She too was as pale as the night, but seemed less grave as the other two.  Her skirt hung tight to her form and flowed over the ground, a slit reaching mid thigh.  She looked like she was attending a photo shoot than walking down a street.  

    The last made Harry nervous, she was an imposing woman and she didn't seem to like him much at all, she had barely said to words to him and she looked at him like he was three years old and completely incapable.  The only one of them in a robe, Antoinette was dressed in ivory white, Harry couldn't shake the feeling she looked like a corpse in funeral garb.

    When they reached the border for the wards, a cold hand landed on his shoulder and Harry repressed a shiver at the light touch.  Ethan looked at him in a would-be-reassuring manor, and waved his free hand at the other two.  Antoinette promptly disappeared, followed by Cissy. 

    "Just relax Harry, this wont hurt a bit."  Harry instantly tensed; he was putting a lot of faith in Dumbledore's wards.  They were his only reassurance that these people weren't out to kill him.  

    He had the feeling of his insides being pulled away from him and the scenery around him faded to black, the last thing he was aware of was the hand leaving his shoulder and picking him up completely, carrying him somewhere.           

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