Inconnu

by Silberner Wolf

Hi! Sorry it took so long! I'll try to keep them coming…one a week maybe? And thank you to Jenny and Potter-Freak123 for their reviews.

-Silberner

Disclaimer: I can dream, can't I? Dialogue borrowed from HPSS.

Part 1: Ein Neuer Anfang

Chapter 3: Antworten

"We can only guess. We may never know." A pause. "Hagrid's late. I suppose it was he who told you I'd be here, by the way?"

Sirius smiled to himself. Hagrid was never the best at keeping things to himself.

"Yes. And I don't suppose you're going to tell me why you're here, of all places?"

"I'm here to bring Harry to his aunt and uncle. They're the only family he has left now."

"You don't mean–you can't mean the people that live here? Dumbledore–you can't. I've been watching them all day. You couldn't find two people less like us. And they've got this son–I saw him kicking his mother all the way up the street, screaming for sweets. Harry Potter come and live here!"


Sirius shared her sentiment–he was liking these people less and less.

"It's the best place for him. His aunt and uncle will be able to explain everything to him when he's older. I've written them a letter."

Sirius had to fight hard not to snort indignantly. The best place for him? The best place for him was with a family of wizards!

"A letter? Really, Dumbledore, you think you can explain all this in a letter? These people will never understand him! He'll be famous–a legend–I wouldn't be surprised if today were known as Harry Potter day in the future–there will be books written about Harry–every child in our world will know his name!"

Sirius nodded to himself.

"Exactly. It would be enough to turn any boy's head. Famous before he can walk and talk! Famous for something he won't even remember! Can't you see how much better off he'll be, growing up away from that until he's old enough to take it?"

Sirius began to understand Dumbledore's reasoning, though he was still angry. "Yes–yes, you're right, of course. But how is the boy getting here, Dumbledore?"

"Hagrid's bringing him."

"You think it–wise–to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?"

Sirius smirked as he imagined the thoughts running through McGonagall's head.

"I would trust Hagrid with my life."

"I'm not saying his heart isn't in the right place, but you can't pretend he's not careless. He does tend to–what was that?"

Sirius noticed the familiar rumble of his motorcycle in the distance, drawing nearer. It crescendoed to a roar and there was a thud as Hagrid touched down on the street, still out of Sirius's line of sight.

"Hagrid. At last. And where did you get that motorcycle?"

Sirius grinned. "Borrowed it, Professor Dumbledore, sir. Young Sirius Black lent it to me. I've got him, sir."

"No problems, were there?"

"No, sir–house was almost destroyed, but I got him out all right before the Muggles started swarming around." The concealment charms would, of course, have begun to wear off after the house was destroyed. "He fell asleep as we was flying over Bristol."

"Is that where–" came McGonagall's voice. Sirius moved enough to see the three of them gathered together, but he could not see Harry.

"Yes. He'll have that scar forever," Dumbledore said.

"Couldn't you do something about it, Dumbledore?"

"Even if I could, I wouldn't. Scars can come in handy. I have one myself above my left knee that is a perfect map of the London Underground. Well–give him here, Hagrid–we'd better get this over with."

Hagrid surrendered the bundle that was Harry to Dumbledore, who turned toward number four.

"Could I–could I say goodbye to him, sir?" Dumbledore nodded. Hagrid bent over Harry, stood straight for a moment, then howled like a wounded animal.

"Shhh!" McGonagall hissed. "You'll wake the Muggles."

"S-s-sorry. But I c-c-can't stand it–Lily an' James dead–an' poor little Harry off ter live with Muggles–"

"Yes, yes, it's all very sad, but get a grip on yourself, Hagrid, or we'll be found." McGonagall patted Hagrid gingerly on the back as Dumbledore crossed the front lawn of number four and carefully laid Harry on the front doorstep. He pulled something from his cloak and tucked it into the blankets. He then returned to the other two. They stood for a while, watching Harry.

"Well, that's that. We have no business staying here. We may as well go and join the celebrations."

"Yeah. I'll be taking Sirius his bike back. Goodnight, Professor McGonagall–Professor Dumbledore, sir." Hagrid mounted the motorcycle and disappeared into the night.

"I shall see you soon, I expect, Professor McGonagall."

McGonagall blew her nose, then became the cat and faded into the shadows. Dumbledore walked back to the street corner. He pulled out the silver object again and clicked it once. All of the street lamps blazed to life, nearly blinding Sirius. "Good luck, Harry Potter," Sirius heard him murmur before he, too, disappeared.

Thank you for reading! As always, please review! The next chapter should be very soon!

-Silberner