Chapter Two.
Eleven years passed. Harry and his son, little Sirius, lived a life of
seclusion in the rebuilt house in Goderic's Hollow. After defeating
Voldemort in his seventh year, Harry didn't get out much, especially since
his best friend Ron had died in the war. So he and Sirius didn't see much
of the other wizards. Every Halloween though they visited the graves of
their loved ones Ron, Dumbledore, sirius, and of course Hermoine.
It was clear that little Sirius was growing up to be a wizard just like his parents. He cast his first spell when he was two and had mastered basic transfigration before he was five. It was obvious that he took after his dear mother. Harry was proud of his boy and loved him as if he were truely his own. Though he had forgiven Hermoine for sleeping with Draco, he could not be so forgiving to Malfoy and had sworn to himself to challenge Draco if he ever ran into him.
That chance came one day when Sirius was twelve. He had gone to Hogworts just like all the other wizard kids. He had been sorted into Slytherin just like his real father Draco. Harry was sad but knew that the Hat never lied. The new Headmaster, Nevill Longbottom, had started a tradition of having parents evenings every school year. So like all the other parents Harry went along to see how his son was getting on.
All the years had set out tables in the gym to show the work they had done. Of course Harry headed straight for the first year table. "Hi DAd." Sirius greated him .
Sirius's teacher, Professor Wulferic came over talk enthusiasticly about Sirius's progress. As he spoke, Harry, though listening attentively, felt the hairs on the back of his neck begin to rise. Somebody was watching him.
Turning around, he saw the sardonic glance of Draco Malfoy – and it was trained right on him.
Draco strode over the gym-shoe-smelling floor. "Potter, how nice to see you," he crowed. "Here with YOUR son, eh?"
"Wellm I sure as hell aren't here with yours, he snarled. He realised that wasn't quite right but it didn't matter. Now was the time! "Malfoy, I've an old score to setttle with you! Meet you at the Quiddich pitch tomorrow. Be ready to lose." He turned and stroded away, ignoring the cackles of evil Slytherin laugher that afollowed him out of the room.
It was clear that little Sirius was growing up to be a wizard just like his parents. He cast his first spell when he was two and had mastered basic transfigration before he was five. It was obvious that he took after his dear mother. Harry was proud of his boy and loved him as if he were truely his own. Though he had forgiven Hermoine for sleeping with Draco, he could not be so forgiving to Malfoy and had sworn to himself to challenge Draco if he ever ran into him.
That chance came one day when Sirius was twelve. He had gone to Hogworts just like all the other wizard kids. He had been sorted into Slytherin just like his real father Draco. Harry was sad but knew that the Hat never lied. The new Headmaster, Nevill Longbottom, had started a tradition of having parents evenings every school year. So like all the other parents Harry went along to see how his son was getting on.
All the years had set out tables in the gym to show the work they had done. Of course Harry headed straight for the first year table. "Hi DAd." Sirius greated him .
Sirius's teacher, Professor Wulferic came over talk enthusiasticly about Sirius's progress. As he spoke, Harry, though listening attentively, felt the hairs on the back of his neck begin to rise. Somebody was watching him.
Turning around, he saw the sardonic glance of Draco Malfoy – and it was trained right on him.
Draco strode over the gym-shoe-smelling floor. "Potter, how nice to see you," he crowed. "Here with YOUR son, eh?"
"Wellm I sure as hell aren't here with yours, he snarled. He realised that wasn't quite right but it didn't matter. Now was the time! "Malfoy, I've an old score to setttle with you! Meet you at the Quiddich pitch tomorrow. Be ready to lose." He turned and stroded away, ignoring the cackles of evil Slytherin laugher that afollowed him out of the room.