Chapter 4: Being Born with Such a Burden
"Dark wizards were responsible for your parents' death. The thing is, none of it had to do with the transfiguration device. Do you know where you got that scar from, Mr. Potter?" He shook his head. "Neither does anyone else, for that matter. You crossed the lines of fate, I suppose you could say. Stored away in that scar is a memory. A memory of where and how to get to that transfiguration device."
"What!?" Mr. Malfoy sat on the edge of his seat, "That's not possible! He can't just be born with that!"
"Lucius is right. How do you know this anyway?"
"I agree with them both, Albus. What sort of theory is that?" Fudge stood.
Dumbledore just smiled, "Why.Mr. Potter showed me."
The next two weeks passed by quickly and eventfully. No matter how many times Professor Dumbledore tried to explain it, Harry just found it harder to understand. But, unfortunately, the subject couldn't be dropped. There were dark wizards out to get the transfiguration device and Harry needed to 'remember' how to get to it.
Harry sat on his bed that night waiting for the other Hogwarts students to arrive. He agreed to be sorted into his new House when the other students arrived. He had to ask his godfather all sorts of question about things he never knew about the Wizarding World, like the four Houses and Quidditch.
His trunk arrived the day after the meeting and he was staying in an extra room that his godfather and Remus Lupin had.
There was a knock on his door and Sirius popped his head in the room, "Mind if I come in?" Harry shook his head solemnly. He walked in and closed the door behind him, "What's wrong, kid?"
Harry shook his head, "Nothing. Why?"
"Just the way you look, that look your dad always got when he was down."
Harry immediately turned red in anger, "Does everyone always refer to my dad when they look at me? I'm like the walking plague for myself. I'm so sick of hearing about them. There dead and there's nothing anyone can do about it."
"I'm starting to get the impression that you're angry at them for some reason." Harry didn't answer, but sat back down, "Harry, please answer me. Remus does the same thing to me when he's mad."
Harry sighed, "It's just.why did they have to die. Mum was supposed to teach me how to walk and Dad was going to teach me how to fly and play.that game.Quidditch. They were supposed to grow old together while they watched me grow up. Is that.selfish of me?" He looked up at his godfather with a tear-stricken face.
"Selfish? No, Harry, not at all. Does it sound selfish for a child to want his parents?" Sirius knelt on the floor in front of Harry and sat merely inches in front of him. Harry shook his head, "See, it's only natural. A child shouldn't be left without his parents, but unfortunately, it happens."
"But why did it happen to me? Why is any of this happening to me?" Harry was crying while angrily yelling out, "I.don't understand."
Sirius had pulled him into a hug, "Shhh.Harry, no one can control fate and destiny. There are no coincidences in the Wizarding World. Everything happens for a reason. And this time, kid, you're that reason. You have to suck it up and be strong.
"What happened to that photo album I had sent to you?" Harry looked up.
"You sent it to me?"
"Yes, The photo album was from me. James gave it to me to give to you and the letter was given to Dumbledore from your father to you." There was a long pause while Sirius tried deciphering the look in Harry's eyes, "You.haven't even looked at it, have you?"
Harry shook his head after a long moment of wide-eyed staring. His tears had ceased, but his eyes were still glossy, "No, I threw it in my trunk.in the very bottom."
Sirius only sighed, "Well, I can send it to you, but I can't make you look at it, now can I?" Harry didn't answer, "Do you want to look at it now?"
The green-eyed boy shook his head.
"Alright. But may I ask why?"
"Because.'Cause.I have to get ready. They should be here any minute now, right?"
Sirius didn't say anything, but only nodded. He stood up and watched for a minute as Harry threw clothes into his trunk and rummaged around with other things. Sirius left the room with a heavy heart.
"So, how is he?" Sirius turned around and found his blonde friend leaning against the wall next to the door.
The black-haired man sighed as he ran his hand through his hair, "He'll be alright, I think. But, the way he put everything.it made me feel so.guilty. It's my fault he got stuck with the Dursleys and I feel so horrible. He just wants to be a normal kid growing up with his parents, but I told him that it doesn't always turn out that way.
"I think he hates me now.I don't know. He can laugh and cry, but his eyes are always empty. No matter how long you stare into them, they never give off any emotion. It's always the outside of him. I can't explain it, Remus.
"I can remember him as a baby; Always smiling and laughing, and his eyes would always light up and sparkle with the most given love and affection in them.but now.now that he's grown up, especially without that love, he's learned to not submit any emotion in his eyes.no matter how he reacts on the outside." Sirius took a deep breath and sighed, "I can't explain in any better than that."
Remus's eyes saddened, but his smile didn't waver, "Then, we'll give him the love that he needs. It's all we can do. We can't pin him down and make him talk, you know that, so all we can do for now is wait." Remus rubbed his best friend's shoulder, "C'mon, we have to get ready. Do you want me to walk Harry down? I can try to talk to him."
Sirius shook his head, "No," he sighed. "I want to walk him down."
There was a knock again on Harry's door, "Harry, it's time to go." It was Lupin this time.
"I'll be right there." Harry checked the mirror to make sure everything was on right and everything was straight, all the while, wondering what House Draco would be in, or if Draco would even be there.
The door opened, "You don't mind if I come in, do you?"
"Oh, not at all, in fact, I was hoping you would come in."
"Why's that?" Remus walked over to Harry, his long blue robes elegantly following him.
Harry grabbed both loose ends of the black material around his neck, "I'm sort of having trouble putting on my tie."
Remus laughed, "I bet you've never put on a tie before, eh?" Harry shook his head, "Well, we'll just have to teach you, won't we?"
It didn't take long for Harry to learn how to tie his own necktie, "You look so handsome." Remus patted the boy's upper arm playfully, "I think you're all set. Are you ready to be off?"
Harry nodded. 'As ready as I'll ever be, I suppose.'
"C'mon, Sirius is waiting for you."
End of Chapter 4
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"Dark wizards were responsible for your parents' death. The thing is, none of it had to do with the transfiguration device. Do you know where you got that scar from, Mr. Potter?" He shook his head. "Neither does anyone else, for that matter. You crossed the lines of fate, I suppose you could say. Stored away in that scar is a memory. A memory of where and how to get to that transfiguration device."
"What!?" Mr. Malfoy sat on the edge of his seat, "That's not possible! He can't just be born with that!"
"Lucius is right. How do you know this anyway?"
"I agree with them both, Albus. What sort of theory is that?" Fudge stood.
Dumbledore just smiled, "Why.Mr. Potter showed me."
The next two weeks passed by quickly and eventfully. No matter how many times Professor Dumbledore tried to explain it, Harry just found it harder to understand. But, unfortunately, the subject couldn't be dropped. There were dark wizards out to get the transfiguration device and Harry needed to 'remember' how to get to it.
Harry sat on his bed that night waiting for the other Hogwarts students to arrive. He agreed to be sorted into his new House when the other students arrived. He had to ask his godfather all sorts of question about things he never knew about the Wizarding World, like the four Houses and Quidditch.
His trunk arrived the day after the meeting and he was staying in an extra room that his godfather and Remus Lupin had.
There was a knock on his door and Sirius popped his head in the room, "Mind if I come in?" Harry shook his head solemnly. He walked in and closed the door behind him, "What's wrong, kid?"
Harry shook his head, "Nothing. Why?"
"Just the way you look, that look your dad always got when he was down."
Harry immediately turned red in anger, "Does everyone always refer to my dad when they look at me? I'm like the walking plague for myself. I'm so sick of hearing about them. There dead and there's nothing anyone can do about it."
"I'm starting to get the impression that you're angry at them for some reason." Harry didn't answer, but sat back down, "Harry, please answer me. Remus does the same thing to me when he's mad."
Harry sighed, "It's just.why did they have to die. Mum was supposed to teach me how to walk and Dad was going to teach me how to fly and play.that game.Quidditch. They were supposed to grow old together while they watched me grow up. Is that.selfish of me?" He looked up at his godfather with a tear-stricken face.
"Selfish? No, Harry, not at all. Does it sound selfish for a child to want his parents?" Sirius knelt on the floor in front of Harry and sat merely inches in front of him. Harry shook his head, "See, it's only natural. A child shouldn't be left without his parents, but unfortunately, it happens."
"But why did it happen to me? Why is any of this happening to me?" Harry was crying while angrily yelling out, "I.don't understand."
Sirius had pulled him into a hug, "Shhh.Harry, no one can control fate and destiny. There are no coincidences in the Wizarding World. Everything happens for a reason. And this time, kid, you're that reason. You have to suck it up and be strong.
"What happened to that photo album I had sent to you?" Harry looked up.
"You sent it to me?"
"Yes, The photo album was from me. James gave it to me to give to you and the letter was given to Dumbledore from your father to you." There was a long pause while Sirius tried deciphering the look in Harry's eyes, "You.haven't even looked at it, have you?"
Harry shook his head after a long moment of wide-eyed staring. His tears had ceased, but his eyes were still glossy, "No, I threw it in my trunk.in the very bottom."
Sirius only sighed, "Well, I can send it to you, but I can't make you look at it, now can I?" Harry didn't answer, "Do you want to look at it now?"
The green-eyed boy shook his head.
"Alright. But may I ask why?"
"Because.'Cause.I have to get ready. They should be here any minute now, right?"
Sirius didn't say anything, but only nodded. He stood up and watched for a minute as Harry threw clothes into his trunk and rummaged around with other things. Sirius left the room with a heavy heart.
"So, how is he?" Sirius turned around and found his blonde friend leaning against the wall next to the door.
The black-haired man sighed as he ran his hand through his hair, "He'll be alright, I think. But, the way he put everything.it made me feel so.guilty. It's my fault he got stuck with the Dursleys and I feel so horrible. He just wants to be a normal kid growing up with his parents, but I told him that it doesn't always turn out that way.
"I think he hates me now.I don't know. He can laugh and cry, but his eyes are always empty. No matter how long you stare into them, they never give off any emotion. It's always the outside of him. I can't explain it, Remus.
"I can remember him as a baby; Always smiling and laughing, and his eyes would always light up and sparkle with the most given love and affection in them.but now.now that he's grown up, especially without that love, he's learned to not submit any emotion in his eyes.no matter how he reacts on the outside." Sirius took a deep breath and sighed, "I can't explain in any better than that."
Remus's eyes saddened, but his smile didn't waver, "Then, we'll give him the love that he needs. It's all we can do. We can't pin him down and make him talk, you know that, so all we can do for now is wait." Remus rubbed his best friend's shoulder, "C'mon, we have to get ready. Do you want me to walk Harry down? I can try to talk to him."
Sirius shook his head, "No," he sighed. "I want to walk him down."
There was a knock again on Harry's door, "Harry, it's time to go." It was Lupin this time.
"I'll be right there." Harry checked the mirror to make sure everything was on right and everything was straight, all the while, wondering what House Draco would be in, or if Draco would even be there.
The door opened, "You don't mind if I come in, do you?"
"Oh, not at all, in fact, I was hoping you would come in."
"Why's that?" Remus walked over to Harry, his long blue robes elegantly following him.
Harry grabbed both loose ends of the black material around his neck, "I'm sort of having trouble putting on my tie."
Remus laughed, "I bet you've never put on a tie before, eh?" Harry shook his head, "Well, we'll just have to teach you, won't we?"
It didn't take long for Harry to learn how to tie his own necktie, "You look so handsome." Remus patted the boy's upper arm playfully, "I think you're all set. Are you ready to be off?"
Harry nodded. 'As ready as I'll ever be, I suppose.'
"C'mon, Sirius is waiting for you."
End of Chapter 4
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