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Here go, chapter 4.
Oh, don't worry James will be explained. Everything will be.
Everything has Changed
By Skyler
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"You're a freaking liar! Just get away from me!" Harry shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Harry! Just talk to me!" Sirius shouted, grabbing ahold of his godson's upper arm.
Harry had gone up to his room but Sirius had followed, now they were arguing as Harry tried packing his backpack, wanting to get out.
"NO! I have nothing to SAY!" Harry screamed and started putting clean socks in his backpack.
"No, you're not going anywhere!" Sirius said. He tightened his grip on Harry. Harry tried to pull away but his grip was just too tight.
"GET OFF ME!" Harry yelled.
"NO! Just sit down and calm down! Professor Dumbledore is on his way! It's the middle of the night! You should be sleeping!" Sirius shouted.
"I don't want to see that lying ass hole! I don't want to see you either! You made a fool out of me! You let me live with the Dursley's! I HATE YOU!" Harry shouted off the top of his lungs.
Sirius pursed his lips, trying to keep calm.
"Don't talk to me like that, just sit down and listen to me," Sirius said.
"NO! You can't keep telling me what to do! You're not my father!" Harry yelled.
"That's because you don't know your real one!" Sirius said.
"Well at least it isn't you!" Harry screamed.
That made Sirius lose it. He raised his hand and hit Harry across the face. The room went dead quiet. Both Harry and Sirius were breathing hard. Harry brought his hand up and clutched his cheek. Sirius let go of him, in shock of his own actions.
"Harry I'm-" He began.
Harry looked up at him, his eyes burning red and tears forming.
"GET AWAY FROM ME!" He yelled, before Sirius could do anything Harry dashed around him and started down the stairs, praying to God he didn't run into his father.
Lucky, he didn't. Harry went right out the sliding glass door in the dining room and out on the deck. He knocked into a few chairs, but his eyes eventually adapted to the darkness.
He went down the stairs and out onto the grass. His feet getting cold and wet since he was wearing only socks. He didn't even grab his bag... Stupid.
"I hate them. I hate all of them!" Harry thought as he slowed down to a fast walk. The yard was huge, it looked like it went on for a long ways. Harry went over to a clubhouse that was next to a swing set. He figured the people that lived there before had owned it.
He climbed up and laid flat on his back ontop the flat wooden roof. The stars were gazing over the sky but there was no moon. He heard yells from Sirius, calling his name.
"HARRY! Don't leave! HE'LL FIND YOU!"
Harry knew perfectly well who Sirius was talking about, Voldemort. At this point Harry didn't care who freaking got their hands on him.
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Harry was out there for ages. He began calming down, and he felt wetness in his pants. God, he was bleeding again. And it felt horrible. Like he went swimming with a diaper on because he had tried to keep it from bleeding by keeping toilet paper on his underwear. But, obvisously, that wasn't working at all.
"Harry, are you ready to come down now?" Sirius's voice made Harry jump a mile high. His heart stopped for a moment. He didn't expect the sudden break in the quiet air. Sirius must of snuck up on him and since it was dark Harry couldn't see real good.
"Get away from me." Harry said quietly.
"I'm not going nowhere. Harry James come down here. Dumbledore is inside. He wishes to speak with you," Sirius said, not asked.
"I don't want to talk to him, or you for that matter," Harry said coldly, keeping as calm as he could.
"Harry get down here," Sirius said from the ground below.
Harry sat up and turned to look down at him.
"Make me." Harry said.
Sirius looked at him in shock, "Harry I'm not playing games with you, just get down here and come inside with me. You have to under-"
"Understand?! Understand what Sirius?! How you abandoned me, saying you were in Azkaban all these years and really you haven't? How you fucking knew everything about me! And my 'so-called' family! To me you are nothing but a liar! I hate you and I hate James, I HATE EVERYONE!" Harry screamed.
"Are you done?" Sirius asked. Harry panted, looking at Sirius's dark figure.
"Go to hell." Harry said.
"Been there. I know you're mad, I would be too but just come inside and listen. Hear us out, please." Sirius said.
Harry didn't know what to do, he couldn't very well sit out here forever. He would have to go back inside or be killed by Voldemort. But... now that wasn't a very bad thought...
"Please." Sirius repeated.
Harry made up his mind in a flash, he would go inside. But he wouldn't forgive nobody. He wouldn't show any love. He would only show hate... what they deserved.
"Awwhh," Harry cried, putting his hand between his legs. He bit his lip hard and tried to keep from screaming in pain.
"What? Are you hurting? Come down here Harry!" Sirius said.
Harry obeyed. Slowly moving down to where his stranger for a godfather was standing.
Sirius helped him inside, moving at his pace. Harry prayed to God he wasn't showing blood through his pants. He had to get to a bathroom.
"Sit." Sirius said and pushed Harry down in a kitchen chair.
Harry looked around at all the people there. Professor Dumbledore, James and Remus Lupin were all looking at him on the other side of the table. Then Sirius joined them.
"Now, Harry. I know you must be a tad confused. But you have to hear us out," Remus said and they all sat down across from Harry.
Harry wouldn't meet anyone's gaze. He simply crossed his right arm over his left and looked at the floor, biting his bottom lip.
"Harry, could you look up at me?" Dumbledore asked.
Harry didn't. He continued to stare at the floor.
"I see. Well, we'll have to talk anyway.
Alright, let's get this strait. From what I know, Harry you know about your family in America? About James always being alive?" Dumbledore said.
Harry, again, said nothing and didn't make any motion to even hearing him.
"We all deserve this treatment Harry, but only to a point. I first off want to apologize for my own actions. But it all was for the better.
You will get to attend Hogwarts this fall and enter your 4th year, and you'll be living with your family in America. Now, before you don't ask a question I will tell you how. See, your family's den- where your father does his work for me- has a special fireplace. It doesn't even really look like a fireplace when under a spell, a spell that makes it a door and the door leads right into any place you want. It is kind of like Floo Powder but only a tad different.
Your family has been alive, except for your mother. Your dad has remarried and they have children, your siblings. The oldest, Seth, has attended to Hogwarts. He's going to be a 2nd year." Dumbledore explained.
"Yes, and how I am alive Harry, is a charm. A curse put on me before I could even talk. My parents put it on me, because they were worried about my safety. I was always running into things. The charm was only supposed to make me not get hurt until I was 5. But it tripled, making me not be able to get seriously hurt until I was 25," James said. James's voice was shaking, Harry could tell. But he wouldn't look up at him for nothing.
"We knew you would be safe in muggle world, with your aunt and uncle. Because, nobody knew James was alive. The charm your grandparents put on him years ago is against wizard law and can be harmful.
James came to me after he didn't die, but only got knocked out for a while. I did what I thought best, we agreed Sirius would be made a double and the double would be resting in Azkban, then Sirius and James would both be living full-time in America. Where everyone would be safe. Don't worry Harry James didn't want to give you up. He hated the idea and would always want to see you, make sure you were okay. He loved you, and he still does." Dumbledore said.
Harry didn't get it. How could anyone give up their child? For any reason.
Before he could take in anything more he glanced down at his pants. All around his zipper was blood and he felt it go more to where he sat on the chair. The very thought of getting up and having them all see blood on his chair terrified him.
"You should be getting to bed for now, it's getting very late, well early. Sirius could you supply him with a sleeping pill and get him up to bed while I talk with James?" Dumbledore asked.
Sirius nodded and pulled on Harry's shirt to move him.
Harry froze, he glanced down again to see the blood more and more each time.
"Come on Harry, we're all tired," Sirius said.
Harry looked up at him, his eyes bleeding to stop making him center of attention. Tears were welling up in his eyes and his face burned from embarassment.
"Harry?" James asked, taking a dare.
Before anything more could be said Harry dashed from his seat, knocking it over by accident and ran up to his room Sirius had let him use.
He locked the door, knowing it was no use to loose anyone. So, he just laid down in his bed, hoping he wouldn't bleed on the sheets.
Just as he thought Sirius came to the door, and without even hesitation came through the door as if the lock wasn't even there.
"Harry? Something the matter?" He asked.
Harry shook his head and kept the blanket up over him while he lay still on the bed.
"Don't you want a sleeping pill?" Sirius asked.
Harry shook his head again.
"Are you sure? It'll help a lot, here, it'll just make it available to you..." Sirius said, he snapped his fingers and in his palm appeared a single pill, then in his other hand appeared a glass of ice water.
"Okay, I'll set them here, come get me or anyone else here if you need. Good-night." Sirius said and he lefted, slowly, as if he didn't want to leave.
He turned off the light as he left. Leaving Harry in darkness.
Oh, don't worry James will be explained. Everything will be.
Everything has Changed
By Skyler
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"You're a freaking liar! Just get away from me!" Harry shouted at the top of his lungs.
"Harry! Just talk to me!" Sirius shouted, grabbing ahold of his godson's upper arm.
Harry had gone up to his room but Sirius had followed, now they were arguing as Harry tried packing his backpack, wanting to get out.
"NO! I have nothing to SAY!" Harry screamed and started putting clean socks in his backpack.
"No, you're not going anywhere!" Sirius said. He tightened his grip on Harry. Harry tried to pull away but his grip was just too tight.
"GET OFF ME!" Harry yelled.
"NO! Just sit down and calm down! Professor Dumbledore is on his way! It's the middle of the night! You should be sleeping!" Sirius shouted.
"I don't want to see that lying ass hole! I don't want to see you either! You made a fool out of me! You let me live with the Dursley's! I HATE YOU!" Harry shouted off the top of his lungs.
Sirius pursed his lips, trying to keep calm.
"Don't talk to me like that, just sit down and listen to me," Sirius said.
"NO! You can't keep telling me what to do! You're not my father!" Harry yelled.
"That's because you don't know your real one!" Sirius said.
"Well at least it isn't you!" Harry screamed.
That made Sirius lose it. He raised his hand and hit Harry across the face. The room went dead quiet. Both Harry and Sirius were breathing hard. Harry brought his hand up and clutched his cheek. Sirius let go of him, in shock of his own actions.
"Harry I'm-" He began.
Harry looked up at him, his eyes burning red and tears forming.
"GET AWAY FROM ME!" He yelled, before Sirius could do anything Harry dashed around him and started down the stairs, praying to God he didn't run into his father.
Lucky, he didn't. Harry went right out the sliding glass door in the dining room and out on the deck. He knocked into a few chairs, but his eyes eventually adapted to the darkness.
He went down the stairs and out onto the grass. His feet getting cold and wet since he was wearing only socks. He didn't even grab his bag... Stupid.
"I hate them. I hate all of them!" Harry thought as he slowed down to a fast walk. The yard was huge, it looked like it went on for a long ways. Harry went over to a clubhouse that was next to a swing set. He figured the people that lived there before had owned it.
He climbed up and laid flat on his back ontop the flat wooden roof. The stars were gazing over the sky but there was no moon. He heard yells from Sirius, calling his name.
"HARRY! Don't leave! HE'LL FIND YOU!"
Harry knew perfectly well who Sirius was talking about, Voldemort. At this point Harry didn't care who freaking got their hands on him.
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Harry was out there for ages. He began calming down, and he felt wetness in his pants. God, he was bleeding again. And it felt horrible. Like he went swimming with a diaper on because he had tried to keep it from bleeding by keeping toilet paper on his underwear. But, obvisously, that wasn't working at all.
"Harry, are you ready to come down now?" Sirius's voice made Harry jump a mile high. His heart stopped for a moment. He didn't expect the sudden break in the quiet air. Sirius must of snuck up on him and since it was dark Harry couldn't see real good.
"Get away from me." Harry said quietly.
"I'm not going nowhere. Harry James come down here. Dumbledore is inside. He wishes to speak with you," Sirius said, not asked.
"I don't want to talk to him, or you for that matter," Harry said coldly, keeping as calm as he could.
"Harry get down here," Sirius said from the ground below.
Harry sat up and turned to look down at him.
"Make me." Harry said.
Sirius looked at him in shock, "Harry I'm not playing games with you, just get down here and come inside with me. You have to under-"
"Understand?! Understand what Sirius?! How you abandoned me, saying you were in Azkaban all these years and really you haven't? How you fucking knew everything about me! And my 'so-called' family! To me you are nothing but a liar! I hate you and I hate James, I HATE EVERYONE!" Harry screamed.
"Are you done?" Sirius asked. Harry panted, looking at Sirius's dark figure.
"Go to hell." Harry said.
"Been there. I know you're mad, I would be too but just come inside and listen. Hear us out, please." Sirius said.
Harry didn't know what to do, he couldn't very well sit out here forever. He would have to go back inside or be killed by Voldemort. But... now that wasn't a very bad thought...
"Please." Sirius repeated.
Harry made up his mind in a flash, he would go inside. But he wouldn't forgive nobody. He wouldn't show any love. He would only show hate... what they deserved.
"Awwhh," Harry cried, putting his hand between his legs. He bit his lip hard and tried to keep from screaming in pain.
"What? Are you hurting? Come down here Harry!" Sirius said.
Harry obeyed. Slowly moving down to where his stranger for a godfather was standing.
Sirius helped him inside, moving at his pace. Harry prayed to God he wasn't showing blood through his pants. He had to get to a bathroom.
"Sit." Sirius said and pushed Harry down in a kitchen chair.
Harry looked around at all the people there. Professor Dumbledore, James and Remus Lupin were all looking at him on the other side of the table. Then Sirius joined them.
"Now, Harry. I know you must be a tad confused. But you have to hear us out," Remus said and they all sat down across from Harry.
Harry wouldn't meet anyone's gaze. He simply crossed his right arm over his left and looked at the floor, biting his bottom lip.
"Harry, could you look up at me?" Dumbledore asked.
Harry didn't. He continued to stare at the floor.
"I see. Well, we'll have to talk anyway.
Alright, let's get this strait. From what I know, Harry you know about your family in America? About James always being alive?" Dumbledore said.
Harry, again, said nothing and didn't make any motion to even hearing him.
"We all deserve this treatment Harry, but only to a point. I first off want to apologize for my own actions. But it all was for the better.
You will get to attend Hogwarts this fall and enter your 4th year, and you'll be living with your family in America. Now, before you don't ask a question I will tell you how. See, your family's den- where your father does his work for me- has a special fireplace. It doesn't even really look like a fireplace when under a spell, a spell that makes it a door and the door leads right into any place you want. It is kind of like Floo Powder but only a tad different.
Your family has been alive, except for your mother. Your dad has remarried and they have children, your siblings. The oldest, Seth, has attended to Hogwarts. He's going to be a 2nd year." Dumbledore explained.
"Yes, and how I am alive Harry, is a charm. A curse put on me before I could even talk. My parents put it on me, because they were worried about my safety. I was always running into things. The charm was only supposed to make me not get hurt until I was 5. But it tripled, making me not be able to get seriously hurt until I was 25," James said. James's voice was shaking, Harry could tell. But he wouldn't look up at him for nothing.
"We knew you would be safe in muggle world, with your aunt and uncle. Because, nobody knew James was alive. The charm your grandparents put on him years ago is against wizard law and can be harmful.
James came to me after he didn't die, but only got knocked out for a while. I did what I thought best, we agreed Sirius would be made a double and the double would be resting in Azkban, then Sirius and James would both be living full-time in America. Where everyone would be safe. Don't worry Harry James didn't want to give you up. He hated the idea and would always want to see you, make sure you were okay. He loved you, and he still does." Dumbledore said.
Harry didn't get it. How could anyone give up their child? For any reason.
Before he could take in anything more he glanced down at his pants. All around his zipper was blood and he felt it go more to where he sat on the chair. The very thought of getting up and having them all see blood on his chair terrified him.
"You should be getting to bed for now, it's getting very late, well early. Sirius could you supply him with a sleeping pill and get him up to bed while I talk with James?" Dumbledore asked.
Sirius nodded and pulled on Harry's shirt to move him.
Harry froze, he glanced down again to see the blood more and more each time.
"Come on Harry, we're all tired," Sirius said.
Harry looked up at him, his eyes bleeding to stop making him center of attention. Tears were welling up in his eyes and his face burned from embarassment.
"Harry?" James asked, taking a dare.
Before anything more could be said Harry dashed from his seat, knocking it over by accident and ran up to his room Sirius had let him use.
He locked the door, knowing it was no use to loose anyone. So, he just laid down in his bed, hoping he wouldn't bleed on the sheets.
Just as he thought Sirius came to the door, and without even hesitation came through the door as if the lock wasn't even there.
"Harry? Something the matter?" He asked.
Harry shook his head and kept the blanket up over him while he lay still on the bed.
"Don't you want a sleeping pill?" Sirius asked.
Harry shook his head again.
"Are you sure? It'll help a lot, here, it'll just make it available to you..." Sirius said, he snapped his fingers and in his palm appeared a single pill, then in his other hand appeared a glass of ice water.
"Okay, I'll set them here, come get me or anyone else here if you need. Good-night." Sirius said and he lefted, slowly, as if he didn't want to leave.
He turned off the light as he left. Leaving Harry in darkness.