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Chapter 3: Apparating
Harry walked through the Dursley house hold in a daze. He didn't show any signs of understanding the weak threats that they threw at him. That infuriated them more, but they didn't try anything, afraid that Harry's eyes would do something destructive.
He finally made it to the sparsely decorated room and laid down. After about five minutes, he broke out of his trance as he heard his thunder chunk of a cousin thundering downstairs. Dudley now weighed enough, that elevators would not go up if he was in it. That happened the other day, while Dudley and Mrs. Dursley went to the mall. Dudley threw a tantrum, and Aunt Petunia was beet red with embarrassment. She bought Dudley an ice cream cone so that he would calm down, and they came home with Dudley in real tears realizing finally that he was sickly over-weight and he finally started his diet plan all by himself, without complaining.
To get his mind off of the Dursley's, Harry began to read the psychology book Fleur gave him. It turned out really interesting, and finished about an hour later, since it wasn't that thick. Harry, personally, thought Freud had something wrong with him. All that sex non-sense being the main drive for people to do things. Harry did agree with something's, like the defense mechanisms. He even analyzed Ron to find out that Ron was pretty insecure. Hermione was also insecure and that's why she studied a lot. Course, he could be wrong since he only learned about this an hour ago.
Harry started to do some of his kick-boxing exercise because he wasn't that tired, and it usually wore him out, and he was starting to get stir crazy having been still for an hour reading a book.
It took him two hours to finally get tired and go to bed with him looking forward to the lessons with his godfather tomorrow on apparating.
`Tink, tink, tink,' Harry was brought out of his sleep. Groggily, he put on his glasses that on his bedside table. He shuffled his feet to his window looking for the cause of the disturbance. In the early morning light, he saw his godfather throwing pebbles at his window. He opened it to find out what his godfather wanted only to find out that the pebbles didn't stop coming, but only came harder. After two conked him on his head, he quickly shut the window.
Rubbing his head and looking back out his window, he saw Sirius rolling on the ground, clutching his sides, and laughing like a hyena.
`I really hate morning people,' Harry thought as he threw some clothes on and went downstairs.
When he got to where Sirius was, Harry was glad to note he was standing upright, and not laughing too hard, and was wiping tears out of his eyes.
Sirius, not seeing Harry, didn't see Harry pulling a fist back preparing to hit Sirius.
WHAM, Harry's fist collided with Sirius' shoulder, making Sirius stumble back a few feet, and clutching his injured arm.
"Ow, what the hell was that for?" the seemingly pleasant morning Sirius said, taking on a defensive stance.
"That, my dear godfather, is why you don't make a none morning person angry, in the morning." Harry said brightly at the fact he got his revenge.
"I guess someone doesn't want apparating lessons," Sirius said hoping to scare Harry into apologizing.
"I guess someone wants me to tell Mrs. Figg an old dung heap and that she's so uptight, she can't pass gas," came from a sing song Harry with an evil grin on his face.
"I-I never said that," Sirius stated, backing up.
"Ah, so you're right, but she doesn't know that, and it sounds just like something you would say wouldn't it? Plus, who do you think she'll believe, an ex-student who was cruel and played pranks on her, or the shy boy next door?" said Harry in a challenging voice, which left Sirius' with his head bowed, and a defeated sigh coming from him, knowing he was defeated.
A muffled, "you're cruel," came from Sirius, as he started walking towards a near by wood lot. Harry followed.
After a bit of a walk, they arrived into a small clearing. Sirius was warming up his wandless magic with a few simple spells, while Harry took the time to re-read through his book. The general idea was to picture yourself where you are, you then picture yourself to where you want to be, then imagine yourself going there. You do this either by walking, running, flying, or just appearing there.
Harry was getting ready for the probable tiring after he was through with everything, was interrupted with a clap from Sirius.
"Alright, you know what your going to do right?" Harry nodded and Sirius continued, "Righto, now a tip the Marauders figured out was, if you keep saying a singular word while you picture yourself going to the place you want to go, you'll learn it much faster, and will apparate quicker than other wizards who don't know this technique."
"Hey, Sirius, what is your special word?" Harry asked.
"Oh, well, you see. it's really none of your business. But a good piece of advice is, make sure it's appropriate, everyday word, because you can't replace that word and the first few weeks you'll have to say it out loud for it to work, and you can get quite embarrassed." It looked like Sirius was talking from experience on that.
"Come on Sirius, just tell me." Harry pleaded.
"Only under the circumstance that you manage to apparate at least one part of your body and you tell no one." Sirius stated.
"Fine," Harry replied in a huff.
Harry started picturing himself walking ten feet away, while muttering under his breath `go.' He figured it was short, and it wouldn't draw that much attention to him. Sirius, meanwhile, was reading the muggle newspaper, in particular, the funny pages.
Ten minutes later, Sirius heard a strangled yelp to look up to find Harry completely in the buff. He then looked ten feet away, to where Harry's clothes lay. At first, Sirius had a look of surprise on his face, which changed to an amused look, then change to a hysterical one as he was once again rolling on the ground, laughing like a hyena.
Harry, meanwhile, had thrown himself behind a bush, with a beet red face. After another five minutes of Sirius enjoying the scene in front of him, Sirius got up with a few chuckles as he threw Harry's clothes to him.
Harry got dressed and got out of the bush with a quick threat to Sirius that if he mentioned that to anyone, he would tell Mrs. Figg that he was making fun of her again. Sirius looked like he was going to explode at the fact that he would have to keep that particular piece of juicy material to himself, because he wasn't going to face the wrath of Mrs. Figg again.
Harry, remembering his deal with Sirius asked him what his special word was again. After a few jumbled responses, he finally shouted, "BOOBS!"
Harry went through the phases Sirius went through and was eventually rolling on the ground, laughing like a hyena. Harry finally managed to gasp out why that word?" before he clasped on the ground, laughing.
Sirius waited for Harry to calm down before he replied with a "Well, I thought it was funny, and you know me, plus I was a hormonal teenager, and that just happened to be my favorite part of the female anatomy."
Harry giggled at the responses, but didn't reply to them. Sirius, not wanting Harry being able to tease him distracted him with question. "So, Harry, what have you been up to this summer?"
Harry then told him about his job, his love life (but not the part about not being able to love or be loved), kick-boxing, and other trivial stuff. For the first time that summer, Harry wasn't bummed out about his life. He enjoyed talking to Sirius, it was like talking to a father, or what Harry assumed it would be like. Sirius really enjoyed the part about Harry, a scrawny fifteen-year old, beating up a normal nine-teen year old.
***
Harry finally got apparating down after three days. The word really helped, and it was also building up Harry's reserve of magic, unknown to him. Sirius also brought him a book on tai-chi.
"I owled Remus a few days ago after talking and he recommended I give you this. You seemed pretty stressed out, and Remus is the most stressed out person I know, besides you. What it is, is a form of martial arts, but mostly deals with relaxing a person. He did it while we at school, everyone thought he was nuts doing it, but you and me know he is naturally nuts without it. No, it was because of his transformation. And don't tell Remus I said that." Sirius finished, seeing the potential black-mail information.
Harry was eager to look at that book. It sounded just like what he needed. "Oh, could you tell him thanks for me; I don't have Hedwig with me at the moment."
"Sure thing we, better go, it's getting dark. Come here tomorrow so we can figure out your animagus form." With that, Sirius bounded away as Padfoot and Harry apparated right to his room, and collapsed on his bed with complete exhaustion.
(AN: thanks for the reviews everyone! If you want to know what ships will be in this, I don't know. But if you read my bio, you can probably figure out how it will end up, but probably not in this story. I don't want a ton of romance stuff in here and Harry will probably be single for a few years. Peace.)
Chapter 3: Apparating
Harry walked through the Dursley house hold in a daze. He didn't show any signs of understanding the weak threats that they threw at him. That infuriated them more, but they didn't try anything, afraid that Harry's eyes would do something destructive.
He finally made it to the sparsely decorated room and laid down. After about five minutes, he broke out of his trance as he heard his thunder chunk of a cousin thundering downstairs. Dudley now weighed enough, that elevators would not go up if he was in it. That happened the other day, while Dudley and Mrs. Dursley went to the mall. Dudley threw a tantrum, and Aunt Petunia was beet red with embarrassment. She bought Dudley an ice cream cone so that he would calm down, and they came home with Dudley in real tears realizing finally that he was sickly over-weight and he finally started his diet plan all by himself, without complaining.
To get his mind off of the Dursley's, Harry began to read the psychology book Fleur gave him. It turned out really interesting, and finished about an hour later, since it wasn't that thick. Harry, personally, thought Freud had something wrong with him. All that sex non-sense being the main drive for people to do things. Harry did agree with something's, like the defense mechanisms. He even analyzed Ron to find out that Ron was pretty insecure. Hermione was also insecure and that's why she studied a lot. Course, he could be wrong since he only learned about this an hour ago.
Harry started to do some of his kick-boxing exercise because he wasn't that tired, and it usually wore him out, and he was starting to get stir crazy having been still for an hour reading a book.
It took him two hours to finally get tired and go to bed with him looking forward to the lessons with his godfather tomorrow on apparating.
`Tink, tink, tink,' Harry was brought out of his sleep. Groggily, he put on his glasses that on his bedside table. He shuffled his feet to his window looking for the cause of the disturbance. In the early morning light, he saw his godfather throwing pebbles at his window. He opened it to find out what his godfather wanted only to find out that the pebbles didn't stop coming, but only came harder. After two conked him on his head, he quickly shut the window.
Rubbing his head and looking back out his window, he saw Sirius rolling on the ground, clutching his sides, and laughing like a hyena.
`I really hate morning people,' Harry thought as he threw some clothes on and went downstairs.
When he got to where Sirius was, Harry was glad to note he was standing upright, and not laughing too hard, and was wiping tears out of his eyes.
Sirius, not seeing Harry, didn't see Harry pulling a fist back preparing to hit Sirius.
WHAM, Harry's fist collided with Sirius' shoulder, making Sirius stumble back a few feet, and clutching his injured arm.
"Ow, what the hell was that for?" the seemingly pleasant morning Sirius said, taking on a defensive stance.
"That, my dear godfather, is why you don't make a none morning person angry, in the morning." Harry said brightly at the fact he got his revenge.
"I guess someone doesn't want apparating lessons," Sirius said hoping to scare Harry into apologizing.
"I guess someone wants me to tell Mrs. Figg an old dung heap and that she's so uptight, she can't pass gas," came from a sing song Harry with an evil grin on his face.
"I-I never said that," Sirius stated, backing up.
"Ah, so you're right, but she doesn't know that, and it sounds just like something you would say wouldn't it? Plus, who do you think she'll believe, an ex-student who was cruel and played pranks on her, or the shy boy next door?" said Harry in a challenging voice, which left Sirius' with his head bowed, and a defeated sigh coming from him, knowing he was defeated.
A muffled, "you're cruel," came from Sirius, as he started walking towards a near by wood lot. Harry followed.
After a bit of a walk, they arrived into a small clearing. Sirius was warming up his wandless magic with a few simple spells, while Harry took the time to re-read through his book. The general idea was to picture yourself where you are, you then picture yourself to where you want to be, then imagine yourself going there. You do this either by walking, running, flying, or just appearing there.
Harry was getting ready for the probable tiring after he was through with everything, was interrupted with a clap from Sirius.
"Alright, you know what your going to do right?" Harry nodded and Sirius continued, "Righto, now a tip the Marauders figured out was, if you keep saying a singular word while you picture yourself going to the place you want to go, you'll learn it much faster, and will apparate quicker than other wizards who don't know this technique."
"Hey, Sirius, what is your special word?" Harry asked.
"Oh, well, you see. it's really none of your business. But a good piece of advice is, make sure it's appropriate, everyday word, because you can't replace that word and the first few weeks you'll have to say it out loud for it to work, and you can get quite embarrassed." It looked like Sirius was talking from experience on that.
"Come on Sirius, just tell me." Harry pleaded.
"Only under the circumstance that you manage to apparate at least one part of your body and you tell no one." Sirius stated.
"Fine," Harry replied in a huff.
Harry started picturing himself walking ten feet away, while muttering under his breath `go.' He figured it was short, and it wouldn't draw that much attention to him. Sirius, meanwhile, was reading the muggle newspaper, in particular, the funny pages.
Ten minutes later, Sirius heard a strangled yelp to look up to find Harry completely in the buff. He then looked ten feet away, to where Harry's clothes lay. At first, Sirius had a look of surprise on his face, which changed to an amused look, then change to a hysterical one as he was once again rolling on the ground, laughing like a hyena.
Harry, meanwhile, had thrown himself behind a bush, with a beet red face. After another five minutes of Sirius enjoying the scene in front of him, Sirius got up with a few chuckles as he threw Harry's clothes to him.
Harry got dressed and got out of the bush with a quick threat to Sirius that if he mentioned that to anyone, he would tell Mrs. Figg that he was making fun of her again. Sirius looked like he was going to explode at the fact that he would have to keep that particular piece of juicy material to himself, because he wasn't going to face the wrath of Mrs. Figg again.
Harry, remembering his deal with Sirius asked him what his special word was again. After a few jumbled responses, he finally shouted, "BOOBS!"
Harry went through the phases Sirius went through and was eventually rolling on the ground, laughing like a hyena. Harry finally managed to gasp out why that word?" before he clasped on the ground, laughing.
Sirius waited for Harry to calm down before he replied with a "Well, I thought it was funny, and you know me, plus I was a hormonal teenager, and that just happened to be my favorite part of the female anatomy."
Harry giggled at the responses, but didn't reply to them. Sirius, not wanting Harry being able to tease him distracted him with question. "So, Harry, what have you been up to this summer?"
Harry then told him about his job, his love life (but not the part about not being able to love or be loved), kick-boxing, and other trivial stuff. For the first time that summer, Harry wasn't bummed out about his life. He enjoyed talking to Sirius, it was like talking to a father, or what Harry assumed it would be like. Sirius really enjoyed the part about Harry, a scrawny fifteen-year old, beating up a normal nine-teen year old.
***
Harry finally got apparating down after three days. The word really helped, and it was also building up Harry's reserve of magic, unknown to him. Sirius also brought him a book on tai-chi.
"I owled Remus a few days ago after talking and he recommended I give you this. You seemed pretty stressed out, and Remus is the most stressed out person I know, besides you. What it is, is a form of martial arts, but mostly deals with relaxing a person. He did it while we at school, everyone thought he was nuts doing it, but you and me know he is naturally nuts without it. No, it was because of his transformation. And don't tell Remus I said that." Sirius finished, seeing the potential black-mail information.
Harry was eager to look at that book. It sounded just like what he needed. "Oh, could you tell him thanks for me; I don't have Hedwig with me at the moment."
"Sure thing we, better go, it's getting dark. Come here tomorrow so we can figure out your animagus form." With that, Sirius bounded away as Padfoot and Harry apparated right to his room, and collapsed on his bed with complete exhaustion.
(AN: thanks for the reviews everyone! If you want to know what ships will be in this, I don't know. But if you read my bio, you can probably figure out how it will end up, but probably not in this story. I don't want a ton of romance stuff in here and Harry will probably be single for a few years. Peace.)