(Author's note: I know my spelling and grammar suck, but hey I'm only 14.
I'll get better when I'm older. Review, review, review! Oh and **** means
scene change, and *~*~*~ means start and end of dream sequence. k?)
Disclaimer: Harry Potter, and all characters and situations belong to J.K. Rowling.
'Snuffles?' Harry repeated, utterly bewildered.
'What's that Harry? Snuffles? Yes, yes, that might do, I'm not good at naming pets very well,' Mrs. Figg said.
'No it's Sirius! I knew you would come back!' Harry said throwing himself at the dog and hugging it.
'Where were you? Where did you go after you fell in through the veil? Why aren't you changing back into your human form Sirius, I want to talk!' Harry said, grinning ear to ear.
'Are you to tell me that Sirius was an animagus?' Mrs. Figg said, mouth slightly open.
'Of course he is! He's right there!' Harry yelled, pointing at the dog.
'Harry, I know you miss Sirius a lot Harry, but we have to accept that he's gone. You saw him fall through that, whatever it was. And you have no reason to assume that this stray dog is your godfather. I found this stray running around my house and I've taken an immediate liking to him. So I've decided to keep him, since it doesn't look like he's had a decent meal in weeks.' said Mrs. Figg.
Tears threatened to fall from Harry's eyes as he slowly absorbed what Mrs. Figg had just said.
'But, but he looks just like him, and he acts just like him too,' said Harry, his voice slightly hurt.
'Yes, that is why I've decided to keep him, and let all my other cats go. He is oh so friendly.' Said Mrs. Figg fondly, and patted "Snuffles" on the head.
'Would you like some tea Harry? I've just made a pot' said Mrs. Figg
'No, that's alright Mrs. Figg, I think I'll go home now, it is getting late' said Harry.
'Yes, yes. It is rather dark outside, we don't want another one of those dementor attacks repeating itself.' Said Mrs. Figg.
'Ok, I'll be going now, goodbye' said Harry, taking one last look on the dog he so strongly believed was his godfather.
'Bye, Snuffles,' said Harry, as the dog gave one last bark.
Harry left the path and walked across the road back to Number four, with a lump in his throat. There was something in that dog that was just so familiar. He thought, as he opened the door. Without looking at the Dursleys, he went up the stairs to his room.
He didn't even have the mood to laugh at Dudley as he gave a frightened squeak when he saw Harry, and ran to his room.
Harry opened his door, walked over to his bed and collapsed on it, misery coursing through his mind. Why did Sirius have to leave him? Now he was utterly alone. No parents, no godfather, no one. But there had to be some way to bring him back. No, he didn't need to bring him back. Sirius is still alive; all he had to do was find him.
Harry went over to his book shelve and took out the picture album Hagrid gave him in his first year. He flipped a couple pages and found Sirius. He was standing next to Harry's parents holding a wine glass, laughing. He then flipped a couple pages and found one that was unusually thick. When Harry looked, he saw that two of the pages were stuck together. He carefully peeled them apart and found pictures he never saw before, pictures of Sirius. The first picture was of Sirius lying on a couch with a baby sleeping on his chest. Harry concluded that his mother took this picture, since it wasn't moving. He took the picture out of the album and looked on the back.
A neat loopy writing, no doubt his mother's, said "Sirius and Baby Harry."
He looked at the next picture, and saw his mother and father kissing under a mistletoe, and Sirius holding the same baby, slightly older.
Harry held back the tears, and quietly concluded in his mind, 'I will find you Sirius, no matter what I do'.
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Harry was striding into the ministry of magic. He took the elevator and stopped on the 12th floor. He took a left, stepping out of the elevator, and walked to the end of the corridor. The last door read:
Floo Network Department
Head of Department -Cornelius Fudge. Harry knocked on the door, and when getting no response muttered 'Alohomora'.
Fudge's face was hidden behind a teetering pile of paperwork, he squawked, 'No one is supposed to be in here, Ministry work is being done.'
'I wonder why the Minister of Magic of all people, is taking charge of something so low as the floo network?' Harry said, with a grimace on his face.
'Ah, Percy, how divine to meet you here. Well, no one has the most experience in this building as I. And the safety work being done here is not up to my standards. So I have taken over the department.'
'Wise choice, Cornelius.' Harry said, slowly walking over to him. When he reached Fudge's desk, he put his hand inside his pocket and brought out a miniscule carved wooden skull. He thrust it into Fudge's hands, and just when Fudge was about to give Harry a quizzical look, he disappeared out of sight.
'My plan is working.' Harry said, closing the door. He magically locked it dissaparated.
********************************************************************* Fudge dropped out of the air, and landed on a warm rug in front of a fire.
'What in the bloody-'.
'What a surprise Mr. Fudge. What a surprise.' Harry said, in a low hiss.
'No, it can't be, where am I? I have to get out of here .'
'Diffluo!' A squeaky voice said, wand pointed at Fudge.
'I'm impressed, Wormtail, I didn't think you had the intelligence to perform a spell quite as complex as that.' Harry said, in his snake-like voice, while Wormtail shifted and whimpered.
'What have you done to me, how come I can't dissaparate?'
'That, Fudge, was the anti-dissaperation spell. Now there is no way you can escape' Nott said.
'D-Death Eaters? B-but I put you all in Azkaban in the summer. How did you get out?' said Fudge.
'If your hard head could think any faster, Fudge, I would think you would have caught it by now.' Harry said again.
'W-what are y-you talking about.'
'The dementors are on our side, you imbecile. Crucio.' Harry said, pointing his wand at Fudge.
Fudge fell to the floor screaming and twitching in agony. Harry let him go in a few seconds.
'Why are you doing this to me?'
'Because, you will join our side. You will carry out my plans, and I will reward you. I will give you powers beyond your imagination. However, if you fail, you will be punished. And you will be exposed, expelling you from your position as Minister of Magic.' Harry said, eyes glowing in the dark.
'W-What if I don't join you right now.' Fudge said, confidence failing.
'Then you die, now. Avada-'
'No, no wait.' Fudge said, dropping to the ground.
'I will join you.'
'You have made a fine choice, Minister. Step forward and I will let you into the circle of power. We will divide, and conquer.' Harry said.
Fudge stepped into the light of the fire, and Harry took out a long metal rod with the skull's shape on the end, glowing orange. He pressed it onto Fudge's left forearm, and he let out a cry of pain.
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Harry received a pain so agonizing in his scar, that he thought it would split open from the torture. He was screaming at the top of his lungs, he sat bolt upright, covered in a cold sweat. The pictures from the album he was looking at when he fell asleep were scattered all over his bed, all of whom the people in the pictures were still smiling and waving merrily at him. Harry then realized what he had just witnessed. Fudge is now a death eater. Harry fainted and back down onto his bed.
(Ok, that must have been kind of confusing, since the characters are changing from Harry to percy in the floo department scene. But think about it. In harry's dreams, he can only witness one person's whereabouts, and that person cant just walk in there himself to capture fudge. So put 2 and 2 together. I apologize again for my grammar and spelling, it's very crappy. Anyways "diffluo" isn't a real spell, I went to a English-Latin converter, and converted the word "disappear". I'm a genius, aren't I? Lol. Ok I had to change a lot of things in the story to make it work, I'm sure Mrs. Figg would have known that Sirius was an animagus, but it worked out well for my plan. What else.. Hmm oh ya, I'm not sure what level is the whole Floo department, so, I just made it up. Not very professional. But I'm not. Lol. And also, I'm very sure that fudge would ever be head of the floo department, but it works out for me as well. So that's all, please review, I'm a new writer, and I'd appreciate it.)
Disclaimer: Harry Potter, and all characters and situations belong to J.K. Rowling.
'Snuffles?' Harry repeated, utterly bewildered.
'What's that Harry? Snuffles? Yes, yes, that might do, I'm not good at naming pets very well,' Mrs. Figg said.
'No it's Sirius! I knew you would come back!' Harry said throwing himself at the dog and hugging it.
'Where were you? Where did you go after you fell in through the veil? Why aren't you changing back into your human form Sirius, I want to talk!' Harry said, grinning ear to ear.
'Are you to tell me that Sirius was an animagus?' Mrs. Figg said, mouth slightly open.
'Of course he is! He's right there!' Harry yelled, pointing at the dog.
'Harry, I know you miss Sirius a lot Harry, but we have to accept that he's gone. You saw him fall through that, whatever it was. And you have no reason to assume that this stray dog is your godfather. I found this stray running around my house and I've taken an immediate liking to him. So I've decided to keep him, since it doesn't look like he's had a decent meal in weeks.' said Mrs. Figg.
Tears threatened to fall from Harry's eyes as he slowly absorbed what Mrs. Figg had just said.
'But, but he looks just like him, and he acts just like him too,' said Harry, his voice slightly hurt.
'Yes, that is why I've decided to keep him, and let all my other cats go. He is oh so friendly.' Said Mrs. Figg fondly, and patted "Snuffles" on the head.
'Would you like some tea Harry? I've just made a pot' said Mrs. Figg
'No, that's alright Mrs. Figg, I think I'll go home now, it is getting late' said Harry.
'Yes, yes. It is rather dark outside, we don't want another one of those dementor attacks repeating itself.' Said Mrs. Figg.
'Ok, I'll be going now, goodbye' said Harry, taking one last look on the dog he so strongly believed was his godfather.
'Bye, Snuffles,' said Harry, as the dog gave one last bark.
Harry left the path and walked across the road back to Number four, with a lump in his throat. There was something in that dog that was just so familiar. He thought, as he opened the door. Without looking at the Dursleys, he went up the stairs to his room.
He didn't even have the mood to laugh at Dudley as he gave a frightened squeak when he saw Harry, and ran to his room.
Harry opened his door, walked over to his bed and collapsed on it, misery coursing through his mind. Why did Sirius have to leave him? Now he was utterly alone. No parents, no godfather, no one. But there had to be some way to bring him back. No, he didn't need to bring him back. Sirius is still alive; all he had to do was find him.
Harry went over to his book shelve and took out the picture album Hagrid gave him in his first year. He flipped a couple pages and found Sirius. He was standing next to Harry's parents holding a wine glass, laughing. He then flipped a couple pages and found one that was unusually thick. When Harry looked, he saw that two of the pages were stuck together. He carefully peeled them apart and found pictures he never saw before, pictures of Sirius. The first picture was of Sirius lying on a couch with a baby sleeping on his chest. Harry concluded that his mother took this picture, since it wasn't moving. He took the picture out of the album and looked on the back.
A neat loopy writing, no doubt his mother's, said "Sirius and Baby Harry."
He looked at the next picture, and saw his mother and father kissing under a mistletoe, and Sirius holding the same baby, slightly older.
Harry held back the tears, and quietly concluded in his mind, 'I will find you Sirius, no matter what I do'.
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Harry was striding into the ministry of magic. He took the elevator and stopped on the 12th floor. He took a left, stepping out of the elevator, and walked to the end of the corridor. The last door read:
Floo Network Department
Head of Department -Cornelius Fudge. Harry knocked on the door, and when getting no response muttered 'Alohomora'.
Fudge's face was hidden behind a teetering pile of paperwork, he squawked, 'No one is supposed to be in here, Ministry work is being done.'
'I wonder why the Minister of Magic of all people, is taking charge of something so low as the floo network?' Harry said, with a grimace on his face.
'Ah, Percy, how divine to meet you here. Well, no one has the most experience in this building as I. And the safety work being done here is not up to my standards. So I have taken over the department.'
'Wise choice, Cornelius.' Harry said, slowly walking over to him. When he reached Fudge's desk, he put his hand inside his pocket and brought out a miniscule carved wooden skull. He thrust it into Fudge's hands, and just when Fudge was about to give Harry a quizzical look, he disappeared out of sight.
'My plan is working.' Harry said, closing the door. He magically locked it dissaparated.
********************************************************************* Fudge dropped out of the air, and landed on a warm rug in front of a fire.
'What in the bloody-'.
'What a surprise Mr. Fudge. What a surprise.' Harry said, in a low hiss.
'No, it can't be, where am I? I have to get out of here .'
'Diffluo!' A squeaky voice said, wand pointed at Fudge.
'I'm impressed, Wormtail, I didn't think you had the intelligence to perform a spell quite as complex as that.' Harry said, in his snake-like voice, while Wormtail shifted and whimpered.
'What have you done to me, how come I can't dissaparate?'
'That, Fudge, was the anti-dissaperation spell. Now there is no way you can escape' Nott said.
'D-Death Eaters? B-but I put you all in Azkaban in the summer. How did you get out?' said Fudge.
'If your hard head could think any faster, Fudge, I would think you would have caught it by now.' Harry said again.
'W-what are y-you talking about.'
'The dementors are on our side, you imbecile. Crucio.' Harry said, pointing his wand at Fudge.
Fudge fell to the floor screaming and twitching in agony. Harry let him go in a few seconds.
'Why are you doing this to me?'
'Because, you will join our side. You will carry out my plans, and I will reward you. I will give you powers beyond your imagination. However, if you fail, you will be punished. And you will be exposed, expelling you from your position as Minister of Magic.' Harry said, eyes glowing in the dark.
'W-What if I don't join you right now.' Fudge said, confidence failing.
'Then you die, now. Avada-'
'No, no wait.' Fudge said, dropping to the ground.
'I will join you.'
'You have made a fine choice, Minister. Step forward and I will let you into the circle of power. We will divide, and conquer.' Harry said.
Fudge stepped into the light of the fire, and Harry took out a long metal rod with the skull's shape on the end, glowing orange. He pressed it onto Fudge's left forearm, and he let out a cry of pain.
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Harry received a pain so agonizing in his scar, that he thought it would split open from the torture. He was screaming at the top of his lungs, he sat bolt upright, covered in a cold sweat. The pictures from the album he was looking at when he fell asleep were scattered all over his bed, all of whom the people in the pictures were still smiling and waving merrily at him. Harry then realized what he had just witnessed. Fudge is now a death eater. Harry fainted and back down onto his bed.
(Ok, that must have been kind of confusing, since the characters are changing from Harry to percy in the floo department scene. But think about it. In harry's dreams, he can only witness one person's whereabouts, and that person cant just walk in there himself to capture fudge. So put 2 and 2 together. I apologize again for my grammar and spelling, it's very crappy. Anyways "diffluo" isn't a real spell, I went to a English-Latin converter, and converted the word "disappear". I'm a genius, aren't I? Lol. Ok I had to change a lot of things in the story to make it work, I'm sure Mrs. Figg would have known that Sirius was an animagus, but it worked out well for my plan. What else.. Hmm oh ya, I'm not sure what level is the whole Floo department, so, I just made it up. Not very professional. But I'm not. Lol. And also, I'm very sure that fudge would ever be head of the floo department, but it works out for me as well. So that's all, please review, I'm a new writer, and I'd appreciate it.)