A/N: I know the last chapter was kind of short, but this is my first fic. I'll try to get in the habit of
writing longer chapters. Well, here we go!
Chapter 2: Flit and a Fish Bowl
When Sirius woke the morning of his departure to Egypt, his mother was gone. She'd gone to
Diagon Alley to buy Sirius a cauldron and some books that Hermione had suggested (Harry was
surprised she didn't ask for them to get all of Flourish and Blotts.) After dressing, he went down
stairs to find his father making a poor attempt to cook a breakfast. It had been so long since he was
forced to cook for the Dursleys that he had almost forgotten who to do it all together.
"Dad, are you and Mum going to Egypt with me?" Sirius asked.
"Yes I will be instructing you in charms and teaching you simple transfiguration spells. Your mother
will be teaching a little Herbology, even though the Weasleys couldn't aford many plants."
"How are we getting there?"
"Portkey. A friend of mine, Seamus Finnigan, works at the Department of Magical Transportation
and has organized one for us. It is somewhere at the end of Godric's Hollow. It will be leaving at
12:30."
Harry had inherited the land his parents' house once stood on in Godric's Hollow. He had built a
three story house, complete with five bedrooms, a library, and half of a Quidditch pitch in the back
yard. Sirius had been playing since he was five and could easily keep the Potter family tradition of
being Gryffindor seeker. That is if Hogwarts wasn't now a training camp for Death Eaters.
"Can I take my Nimbus 3000 to Egypt?" asked Sirius in a sad-puppy way.
"Stop that. You know I can't resist that face."
"Pweese?" said Sirius in his best baby voice.
"Well, I guess. I can't have my Quidditch star getting rusty. Now," Harry's voice lowered to a
wisper, even though he knew that no one else was in the house,"I'm taking the crate of balls too.
Don't tell your mother."
Harry winked and Sirius nodded. Harry then checked his solar watch which had been given to him
by his old head master, Albus Dumbledore.
"Your mother better hurry. It's almost eleven."
Almost immediately after Harry spoke, there was a knock at the door. Harry and Sirius rushed to the
door and relieved Cho of her parcels.
"Now, there is one more thing," Cho said mysteriously. She pulled a small cage out of her pocket.
"Engorgio!" The cage suddenly grew to regular size. Inside was a small barn owl, flitting and
fluttering around madly. This reminded Harry of Pig, Ron's owl. That is before old Pig was attack
by a thestral. Poor owl was never the same.
"Wow, Mom!" screamed Sirius cheerfully.
"Happy Birthday," Harry and Cho said at the same time.
"Well, go ahead and name him," Harry implored.
"Look at the way he's flying. I think I'll name him flit," Sirius announced.
"Well, I think we should get a move on. Mobiliarbus!" As Harry uttered these words, the trunks
began to hover above the ground. "Lets go."
Halfway down the street, Sirius turned around to say good-bye to his house. And then-
"THE HOUSE IN ON FIRE!" Harry and Cho turned around. Five cloak men were surrounding the
house.
"RUN!" Harry screamed. "We need the Portkey!"
The masked men turned around. "THEY'RE GETTING AWAY!" Harry heard a familiar voice
call. Lucious Malfoy and his four fellow Death Eaters were now running towards the Potters.
"There, the fish bowl!" Cho yelled.
Harry looked at his watch. "We still have thirty seconds. You ready to show them what the D.A.'s
all about?"
"STUPIFY!" Harry and Cho screamed at the same time. As the spells streamed through the
afternoon heat, they combined into one, hitting all five Death Eaters at once.
Then, all of a sudden, Sirius felt a pull just behind his navel, like he was being pulled by a hook.
Then his feet left the ground. He could feel his mother and father on his sides. Then he slammed into
the ground with a thump, though his parents were still standing.
"Hello, Harry, Cho. This must be Sirius," said a red-headed man.
writing longer chapters. Well, here we go!
Chapter 2: Flit and a Fish Bowl
When Sirius woke the morning of his departure to Egypt, his mother was gone. She'd gone to
Diagon Alley to buy Sirius a cauldron and some books that Hermione had suggested (Harry was
surprised she didn't ask for them to get all of Flourish and Blotts.) After dressing, he went down
stairs to find his father making a poor attempt to cook a breakfast. It had been so long since he was
forced to cook for the Dursleys that he had almost forgotten who to do it all together.
"Dad, are you and Mum going to Egypt with me?" Sirius asked.
"Yes I will be instructing you in charms and teaching you simple transfiguration spells. Your mother
will be teaching a little Herbology, even though the Weasleys couldn't aford many plants."
"How are we getting there?"
"Portkey. A friend of mine, Seamus Finnigan, works at the Department of Magical Transportation
and has organized one for us. It is somewhere at the end of Godric's Hollow. It will be leaving at
12:30."
Harry had inherited the land his parents' house once stood on in Godric's Hollow. He had built a
three story house, complete with five bedrooms, a library, and half of a Quidditch pitch in the back
yard. Sirius had been playing since he was five and could easily keep the Potter family tradition of
being Gryffindor seeker. That is if Hogwarts wasn't now a training camp for Death Eaters.
"Can I take my Nimbus 3000 to Egypt?" asked Sirius in a sad-puppy way.
"Stop that. You know I can't resist that face."
"Pweese?" said Sirius in his best baby voice.
"Well, I guess. I can't have my Quidditch star getting rusty. Now," Harry's voice lowered to a
wisper, even though he knew that no one else was in the house,"I'm taking the crate of balls too.
Don't tell your mother."
Harry winked and Sirius nodded. Harry then checked his solar watch which had been given to him
by his old head master, Albus Dumbledore.
"Your mother better hurry. It's almost eleven."
Almost immediately after Harry spoke, there was a knock at the door. Harry and Sirius rushed to the
door and relieved Cho of her parcels.
"Now, there is one more thing," Cho said mysteriously. She pulled a small cage out of her pocket.
"Engorgio!" The cage suddenly grew to regular size. Inside was a small barn owl, flitting and
fluttering around madly. This reminded Harry of Pig, Ron's owl. That is before old Pig was attack
by a thestral. Poor owl was never the same.
"Wow, Mom!" screamed Sirius cheerfully.
"Happy Birthday," Harry and Cho said at the same time.
"Well, go ahead and name him," Harry implored.
"Look at the way he's flying. I think I'll name him flit," Sirius announced.
"Well, I think we should get a move on. Mobiliarbus!" As Harry uttered these words, the trunks
began to hover above the ground. "Lets go."
Halfway down the street, Sirius turned around to say good-bye to his house. And then-
"THE HOUSE IN ON FIRE!" Harry and Cho turned around. Five cloak men were surrounding the
house.
"RUN!" Harry screamed. "We need the Portkey!"
The masked men turned around. "THEY'RE GETTING AWAY!" Harry heard a familiar voice
call. Lucious Malfoy and his four fellow Death Eaters were now running towards the Potters.
"There, the fish bowl!" Cho yelled.
Harry looked at his watch. "We still have thirty seconds. You ready to show them what the D.A.'s
all about?"
"STUPIFY!" Harry and Cho screamed at the same time. As the spells streamed through the
afternoon heat, they combined into one, hitting all five Death Eaters at once.
Then, all of a sudden, Sirius felt a pull just behind his navel, like he was being pulled by a hook.
Then his feet left the ground. He could feel his mother and father on his sides. Then he slammed into
the ground with a thump, though his parents were still standing.
"Hello, Harry, Cho. This must be Sirius," said a red-headed man.