Trilogy Part 1 – The Rescue Mission
It had only been two week since the he returned from Hogwarts, but it felt like an eternity. Since the letter Aunt Petunia had received last summer, the Dursley's had come to the conclusion that they could not kick Harry out of the house, but as this went, he could not leave either. With this knowledge, the Dursley's frustration grew, and they had found new ways to let Harry know of there contempt for him.
Harry had become the new punching bag for the Dursleys' when ever Dudley or Uncle Vernon was in a particularly foul mood Harry became a form of entertain. Punching and kicking him until he lay on the floor unable to move.
Despite this constant abuse, the Dursleys had also decided that if they were not able to get rid of Harry then they were not going to let him go back to that school either. They had once again placed bars on his windows and locks on his door; placing anything to do with him 'abnormity in the cupboard under the stairs. Learning from last time, Uncle Vernon did not install any of the locks or bars himself but employed the services of a welder to ensure that none of the 'safety precautions' he had installed could be broken. Harry had thus been locked in Dudley's second bedroom for the past two weeks.
Hedwig had appeared numerous times out side his window, with letters for him but despite his deeps desires he had no way of getting them from her. However was forced to apologies to his friend and be left alone with his thoughts, always seeming to replay in him mind; they consisted of anything but the Dursley's; Fred and George and their joke shop, Sirius and Remus and the Phoenix child, anything that distracted him from the constant pain which he seemed to always be aware of, anything was a welcome distraction.
That night Uncle Vernon was in the foulest mood, Harry had ever seen him in. He had lost one of his clients and decided that it was Harry's fault.
He had strolled into Harry's room and started on him, it was no long before Dudley had joined in. Harry's already bruised body absorbed every punch and kick, without failing to send a serge of pain, which he felt through his entire body.
Harry had promised himself the first night that he would not cry no matter what they did to him; he would not give them the satisfaction. He held hope that soon someone would notice that he had not gotten any of their mail and come looking for them but until then he would stay strong.
Harry lay their on the floor unable to fight back he had the first time and regretted it now he was unable to even if he had wanted to, his arms were to heavy for him to lift he was not sure if it was because of the pain or rather from weakness.
The Dursley's had decided that a human punching bag was not enough punishment for the plague Harry inflicted on their lives thus deciding that starving him would also help them deal with the pain that Harry bought on them all.
He was given one meal a day if that. It consisted of a very water soup, which he presumed to really on be water with stock cube flavoring added. It was pasted through a small tray hole, which had been installed in the door before his second year. Over the past few days Harry had not been able to muster the strength to crawl over to the door so most of the day he laid on the floor in his bedroom.
As Harry lay their unable to move he saw Uncle Vernon raise his foot and bring it across the back of his head. The last thing he felt was last serge of pain, which flooded his body before he blacked out.
Harry awoke looking around the room; he found that he was still lying on the floor. It was dark outside, Harry turned his head to look at the watch he had received as a present last year to see the date, then he would be able to calculate how long he had been out this time. His record had been 6 hours and that was two days ago.
He turned his head and pain rippled through his body, he attempted to lift his arm but had no such luck, as it sent shock wave through his body. He concluded that his shoulder was dislocated from the lack of swelling in the rest of his arm.
He curved his head some more trying to get a better look at his watch, trying to ignore the pain that was shooting through his body. He looked at the date and time on the watch he had been unconscious since last night, nearly 14 hours ago. 'Well I definitely have broken my old record but I don't think I really want to beat this one...isn't it funny how things work out. I have faced one of the darkest wizards know 4 times now and lived through a killing curse but yet the Boy how lived cant even move his arm to look at his watch.'
In this moment of self-pity a sound outside caught Harry's attention, it was a car and a very nosy one indeed. Harry turned his head to see what it was but the bed in front of him blocked his view. With his other arm, he tried to lift himself up with the support of the bed, to carry his weight. He had had more luck this time, he had managed to move his arm so that it had a hold on the bed but when he tried to pull himself up he found that he had learned a new lesson to what pain was.
He quickly came to the conclusion that this was not an option. He heard voices outside; "Fred, George can you see anything."
"Nope sorry Ron I don't think he is in there." His friends had come for him; hope and joy threaten to overcome he pain he was in.
"I am here" he tried to call out but the only sound that came out was a raspy little whisper. It seemed he had taken a kick to the throat as well; as he talked him felt waves of pain creep through him.
"Fred we better get going it will be light soon and if we are seen, mum will kill us." George said to his twin who was driving the car, it seemed that Mr Weasley had decided to replace the Angelina lost in the begin of their second year.
"What about Harry we just can't leave him." Harry was over joyed at the concern his best friend had for him.
"I'm sorry Ron but George is right, but don't worry we will try again tomorrow night. I promise." Then there was the noise of the car reversing and then it faded away.
Harry couldn't believe that his friends had come for him, he had nearly lost hope, and they would be coming back they would find him and he would be out of here; all he had to do was hold on and try to figure out a way to let them know he was there, which was going to be a challenge since he could not move.
The Weasley had arrived home just before the crow crowed. The three boys crept quietly up to their rooms as not to wake the rest of the house and incur the wrath of their mother. Molly Weasley was a lovely women but she had a temper to match the colour of her fiery read hair and nobody knew this better then her children; especially her twin boys: Fred and George.
Ron made his way up to his room, and shut the door as quietly as possible; he sat down on his bed. He knew there was something wrong with Harry but he didn't know how to help him. They tried to break him out but it had not have worked. Then an idea came into his head; Sirius, if anyone would be able to help Harry it would be Sirius.
Dear Snuffles,
I think Harry needs our help. We tried to get him out but we were unsuccessful. I have tried sending him dozens of letters over the past two weeks and each time they have come back. The thing that got me really worried was when Hedwig came over to stay here a couple of days ago and has not left since. When we went there we found bars on his windows, we are going to try to go back tomorrow night but I am unsure if we will have any luck. I am unsure what to do, what do you suggest.
Ron Weasley.
Ron sealed the note, with the belief that if anyone would know how to help Harry it would be Sirius. "Pig wake up...I need you to deliver this message to Sirius it is really important so please fly as fast as you can." The Little bird looked at his master and understood the meaning of his words. Instead of flying about the room excited he stood there and let him fasten the note to his leg. Ron picked up the bird and took it over to the window; he opened the window and let the bird go. If flew high into the sky and soon was undistinguishable to the naked eye. Ron shut the window, he felt relief he knew Sirius would know what to do. He changed his cloths and then made his way down to breakfast, the smell of bacon and eggs assaulted his nostrils as he made his way down the stairs.
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Since the end of last year the Black household had become a fairly reasonable place to live. The Bogart's and other undesirable creatures had all gone along with many of the objects his parents' treasured. The only reminder of what had once been was Kreacher – and a sorry reminder he was indeed.
After the events of last year, Sirius had come back in a furious mood, and Kreacher paid dearly for what he had done. They were still unable to get rid of him because he knew too much about the order. So in Sirius vindictive mood he went down into the basement and throughout all the belongings the elf had managed to save during last years 'cleaning spree'. Kreacher was furious with what his master had done and thus became even more insane.
Dumbledore had thus come up with an idea that would, help Kreacher but still keep the orders secrets. He would have Kreacher work at Hogwarts, not by freeing him but on his master's orders. Thus Kreacher left the house of Black and none were sorry to see his departure.
Remus had moved in permanently shortly after. As Sirius was still unable to go outside, as the minister had still refused to believe his innocents, so he still remained in hiding unable to go outside or do anything he wanted to do for fear of capture and the kiss. So having Remus their made life easier.
Sirius and Remus sat next to the fire, talking of old times, friends and particularly memorable pranks pulled on the Slytherins over the years.
A small bird appeared at the window bouncing around hooting. "Pig?" Sirius exclaimed wondering what the small bird was doing here.
He opened the window and the bird flew in and sat down next to Remus, allowing him to take the letter attached to his small leg.
Remus flipped the letter over and found it was addressed to Sirius. "Sirius it's addressed to you!"
"Moony you can read it to me."
"Alright but it may be private."
"Huh what secret could a Marauder have from one another."
Remus read Ron's letter out loud and by the end of if Sirius was serious – his temper was equal to that only Molly Weasley could match. "Moony we have to do something" he was furious and concerned all at the same time and these emotions played with his voice.
"We will Padfoot... but we can't do this alone, they may be muggles but I think we are going to need help...I suggest we call Arthur, he had been there before and meet the Dursleys." Remus tried to remain the calm and level headed one but he also feared for Harry's safety and wanted to make sure that he was ok.
The two were out and through the fireplace before another world was spoken.
Many hours later a conversation was still taking place at the Weasley's dinner table four adults sat planning what would be done to help Harry.
"Right it is decided the three of us will go and see if the boy is alright...when do you want to leave?" Arthur Weasley stated the plan. "Now!" Sirius said his tone said he would not accept anything less.
The three men left shortly after the conversation had finished and disappeared through the fireplace.
Harry lay of the floor still unable to move he had given up late last night, finding that the pain was too much to bare to try another fruitless attempt. Yet he lay there trying to figure out a way that would let Ron know he was there. So far he had come up with nothing of any use, all his attempts would involve him moving considerably and that was out of the question.
Harry began to fall asleep again or was it unconsciousness, it was hard to tell. When he heard a knock at the front door. Uncle Vernon was yelling and saying about "WHO COULD IT BLOODY BE NOW." He heard the door open and then shut quickly, then a lot of yelling.
"WHERE'S HARRY?" It was Sirius, Harry couldn't believe it Sirius had come for him. If he could move or yell to tell his Godfather where he was he would have, but all he could do was lay there and wait to be found.
Harry heard large loud footsteps coming up the stairs, then the rattle of doorknobs. His heart was beating so fast it may explore; someone had come for him, they were going to find him. The doorknob rattled out side his door; next he heard a loud bang as if someone had tried to break the door down with their shoulder. "Remus I have found it come here." Remus had come too he could not believe it. He heard what sounded like "Alohomra" and the door then opened.
It let a large amount of light it more then Harry had seen for 2 days, he had to squint to let his eyes a just.
Two men stood in the doorway looking around then he felt their eyes rest of him, and new it was over he had been found, Sirius and Remus would help him.
"O my God Harry" Sirius rushed over to the boy's side and knelt down beside him. He went to help the boy sit up and he shuttered with pain, it was if his whole body went it a spasm. "I'm sorry Harry."
"Its ok" The reply was raspy and very soft that Sirius had to strain to hear it.
Remus had regained a sense of composure and went to the boy's side. It was worst then he ever feared, he knew the Dursleys hated Harry but he never imagined that someone could do this to a child. "Hey Harry" was all Remus could say. It was not like he could ask how the boy was feeling, or how his summer he felt helpless was.
"Hi professor" the boys voice made him sound like an old man; it was so tried and worn out.
Sirius was still in shock at the state of his Godson, he was unsure what he could do to help. Remus asked the question they all didn't want too. "Harry, how long have you been here and I need you to tell me how much movement you have."
"Umm, about two days.... And I am cant really move; my head and one of my arms that's it..." the boy was fighting back tears. "...I ah think I dislocated my shoulder and umm broke some ribs but I am not sure what else."
"Ok... don't worry Harry it's going to be alright. I have to go down stairs to get Mr. Weasley and I will be right back...Sirius will stay with you ok." He didn't wait for the boy to reply.
Sirius still trying to get over the shock of his Harry's appearance, while sitting there unable to help. He wanted to grab the boy in a hug and tell him that everything was alright but feared that he may further injury the boy, even putting a hand on his shoulder seemed to dangerous. "Harry I am really sorry, I should have come sooner...it is my entire fault."
"Sirius its not you fault...you are hear now."
"Harry I want you to tell me all that has happened over the summer... please." Harry took a deep breath as if he had not been breathing for that last few minutes and became to recount his nightmare.
Remus descended the stairs and walked into the living room, where he found each of the Dursleys sitting on the couch with Mr. Weasley's wand pointed at them. They were transfixed; eyes focused on the wand.
Vernon knew they had found the boy, now he wondered what was going to happen to him
Remus made his way over to Arthur and said something very quietly to him.
Arthur's eyes went wide and his face went white as a ghosts. How could they do this to an innocent child, he was not even 16.
Arthur loved Muggles but he was ready to do all the despicable things he had condemned other wizards for. "How could you, he is a boy!"
"He is a menace and dissevered everything he got." Vernon was unsure where all his courage was coming for but, as soon as he said it, he wished he didn't; the look in the eyes of the two freaks in front of him, where that of pure hatred and he wonder if they would really hurt him or his family.
"Petrifucus Totalus" Arthur said and all three Dursley's were subject to a full body bind.
The two men then proceeded up the stairs. When entering the room, Arthur paled another shade. He was not prepared for what Harry looked like. He was very skinny, lying on the floor and looked like he had been rolling in mud, but by the state of the room he could tell the boy had not been out side in at least a week or two. "Harry's were you things." Arthur voice sounded angry, unlike the caring man Harry knew.
"The cupboard under the stairs."
"Ok Harry I will be back in a minute." Arthur though of Harry as one of his children and so did Molly; he couldn't believe that something like this could have happened to Harry.
"Harry is their anything else you want out of here." Remus looked around and was unsure what he would want to take, but he had to ask just in case.
"Umm there is a board under the bed." Harry voice sounded exhausted.
"Its ok Harry we will be out of here soon." He touched the boy's head, and with drew his hand, it was covered in blood. "Shit Remus he has a really bad head wound."
Remus uncovered the board, and pulled out the continence. "Shit, keep him talking don't let him go to sleep." They had all learned at Hogwarts never to fall sleep if you have a head wound, it was required knowledge for a Marauder.
"It wasn't me Uncle Vernon I swear, I don't know how it happened, please don't lock me in my cupboard... please it wasn't me."
Both men took were taken back with what they had just heard both unable to speak, they knew they had to get him out of there and the sooner the better.
"It's ok Harry, it's me Sirius... Harry do you know who I am."
"Sirius of course I know how you are but what are you doing here you will get caught?"
With that statement it was time to get Harry out of there.
"Remember Harry I, Moony and Arthur can to get you out of here."
Harry looked blankly at the man not sure what was happening he tried to site up and then remember the nightmare he was living. "Ummm yeah I do."
Sirius was going to get the Dursleys for this, he was not a murder but he could easily be at this point in time, but then he looked at the face of the boy on the floor and knew he could not go through with it because if he did then he would never be free.
Mr. Weasley reappeared, holding Harry's wand. "Sirius I think I will make it easier if we all can do magic... Harry you ready to leave." The boy made a small nod, then winched with the pain. Mr. Weasley took charge; "Ok what we are going to have to do is two of us will need to levitate Harry, while the other one conjures a stretcher underneath him... While do you two levitate him, and I will do the stretcher."
Sirius and Remus were grateful for this, this was James son and they were not going to let anything else happen to him.
So the process begun of moving Harry, it was all done very slowly as not to injury him any further.
Sirius and Remus lifted Harry off the floor; it took both of them because they need to support Harry's entire body, to prevent any further injury, while Mr. Weasley conjured a stretcher underneath him. Then once again Sirius and Remus moved him, so that he was placed lightly on the stretcher.
When Harry's body made contact with the material, he moaned in pain; he was surprised that such little moment could cause so much pain.
The three adults looked at him, as if apologizing with their eyes. "Sorry Harry" Sirius replied weakly.
"It's ok it wasn't that bad really." Harry tried to convince the men who had come to his rescue, but he didn't believe he was doing such a great job, as they didn't look like they believed him.
"Ok Harry are you ready to go?" He asked his Godson, he still couldn't believe what had happened, but this was not the time for such thoughts.
"Yep." The small and raspy voice replied.
Mr. Weasley, left the room first, followed by Sirius how directed the stretcher with Harry's wand. And in the rear, was Remus how cared the small amount of belongings, which he had found under the floorboards.
The stretcher and three men appeared in the Dursley's living room, it was all because of him, that boy, he was the cause of this, and he had bought this upon his family. Vernon hated the boy more then he had ever before, the 'punishments' he had given Harry was nothing compared to what he wanted to that boy at this moment that plagued his life. Harry Potter... the boy how tormented his family... he was going to make sure that never happened again.
As Harry lay on the hovering stretcher he caught sight of Uncle Vernon's eyes.
That was the thing with a full body bind, it never bound a persons eyes. Harry looked into his Uncle's eyes and saw pure hatred for him; nothing like ever before.
Vernon looked as if her were able to he would race over and kill Harry just to make sure that he would never darken him and his family lives again.
Harry shuttered at the thought, this caught Sirius's eye. "Harry are you alright?"
"Yep"
"Humph"
The full body bind was beginning to ware off. The three gentlemen looked at Mr. Dursley, as if daring him to speak. Vernon fell silent again.
The three men looked at the Dursleys. Sirius was the first to speak he had not seen he Dursleys since they had found Harry, but the lapse of time had only resulted in provoking his anger.
"I am Sirius Black..." He paused for effect. It was common knowledge even in the Muggle World that Sirius was convicted of killing 14 people."...and Harry's Godfather, I SWEAR TO YOU IF YOU EVER COME NEAR OR LAY ANOTHER HAND ON THIS BOY YOU WILL REGRET IT. His voice had grown increasing louder through his speech and now boomed through the room.
Even Harry was a little taken back at Sirius's tone and expression.
Mr. Weasley was the next to continue; "I have all my life, tried to understand you: Muggles but I doubt I ever will, you people are, despicable he is a boy, you family." He spat the last part of his sentence out. He saw Vernon shutter at the phrase 'your family'.
Remus reminded quiet as did Harry, there was nothing either could say, both having their own reasons.
"Harry I believe it is time for us to leave," Mr. Weasley simply stated, his tone quiet different from the one only moments ago.
Harry nodded he still couldn't believe that someone had come and that the things they were saying. Harry never felt as loved as he did right then.
Arthur held on to Harry's trunk, that he had fetched from cupboard under the stairs. "Ok, I'll go first, then you and Sirius follow with Harry and Remus you are last taking the left over stuff."
Each person nodded Harry's a little smaller then the rest.
Then with a loud pop Mr. Weasley was gone. Sirius and Remus followed with Harry directly after, as Arthur had instructed.
TBC
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An: I just wanted to thank my two reviewers, I was going to pull this story until you guys came along so I wanted to dedicate this chapter to you hope you like it. Oh and Katherine will return however not for a few chapters. :P
It had only been two week since the he returned from Hogwarts, but it felt like an eternity. Since the letter Aunt Petunia had received last summer, the Dursley's had come to the conclusion that they could not kick Harry out of the house, but as this went, he could not leave either. With this knowledge, the Dursley's frustration grew, and they had found new ways to let Harry know of there contempt for him.
Harry had become the new punching bag for the Dursleys' when ever Dudley or Uncle Vernon was in a particularly foul mood Harry became a form of entertain. Punching and kicking him until he lay on the floor unable to move.
Despite this constant abuse, the Dursleys had also decided that if they were not able to get rid of Harry then they were not going to let him go back to that school either. They had once again placed bars on his windows and locks on his door; placing anything to do with him 'abnormity in the cupboard under the stairs. Learning from last time, Uncle Vernon did not install any of the locks or bars himself but employed the services of a welder to ensure that none of the 'safety precautions' he had installed could be broken. Harry had thus been locked in Dudley's second bedroom for the past two weeks.
Hedwig had appeared numerous times out side his window, with letters for him but despite his deeps desires he had no way of getting them from her. However was forced to apologies to his friend and be left alone with his thoughts, always seeming to replay in him mind; they consisted of anything but the Dursley's; Fred and George and their joke shop, Sirius and Remus and the Phoenix child, anything that distracted him from the constant pain which he seemed to always be aware of, anything was a welcome distraction.
That night Uncle Vernon was in the foulest mood, Harry had ever seen him in. He had lost one of his clients and decided that it was Harry's fault.
He had strolled into Harry's room and started on him, it was no long before Dudley had joined in. Harry's already bruised body absorbed every punch and kick, without failing to send a serge of pain, which he felt through his entire body.
Harry had promised himself the first night that he would not cry no matter what they did to him; he would not give them the satisfaction. He held hope that soon someone would notice that he had not gotten any of their mail and come looking for them but until then he would stay strong.
Harry lay their on the floor unable to fight back he had the first time and regretted it now he was unable to even if he had wanted to, his arms were to heavy for him to lift he was not sure if it was because of the pain or rather from weakness.
The Dursley's had decided that a human punching bag was not enough punishment for the plague Harry inflicted on their lives thus deciding that starving him would also help them deal with the pain that Harry bought on them all.
He was given one meal a day if that. It consisted of a very water soup, which he presumed to really on be water with stock cube flavoring added. It was pasted through a small tray hole, which had been installed in the door before his second year. Over the past few days Harry had not been able to muster the strength to crawl over to the door so most of the day he laid on the floor in his bedroom.
As Harry lay their unable to move he saw Uncle Vernon raise his foot and bring it across the back of his head. The last thing he felt was last serge of pain, which flooded his body before he blacked out.
Harry awoke looking around the room; he found that he was still lying on the floor. It was dark outside, Harry turned his head to look at the watch he had received as a present last year to see the date, then he would be able to calculate how long he had been out this time. His record had been 6 hours and that was two days ago.
He turned his head and pain rippled through his body, he attempted to lift his arm but had no such luck, as it sent shock wave through his body. He concluded that his shoulder was dislocated from the lack of swelling in the rest of his arm.
He curved his head some more trying to get a better look at his watch, trying to ignore the pain that was shooting through his body. He looked at the date and time on the watch he had been unconscious since last night, nearly 14 hours ago. 'Well I definitely have broken my old record but I don't think I really want to beat this one...isn't it funny how things work out. I have faced one of the darkest wizards know 4 times now and lived through a killing curse but yet the Boy how lived cant even move his arm to look at his watch.'
In this moment of self-pity a sound outside caught Harry's attention, it was a car and a very nosy one indeed. Harry turned his head to see what it was but the bed in front of him blocked his view. With his other arm, he tried to lift himself up with the support of the bed, to carry his weight. He had had more luck this time, he had managed to move his arm so that it had a hold on the bed but when he tried to pull himself up he found that he had learned a new lesson to what pain was.
He quickly came to the conclusion that this was not an option. He heard voices outside; "Fred, George can you see anything."
"Nope sorry Ron I don't think he is in there." His friends had come for him; hope and joy threaten to overcome he pain he was in.
"I am here" he tried to call out but the only sound that came out was a raspy little whisper. It seemed he had taken a kick to the throat as well; as he talked him felt waves of pain creep through him.
"Fred we better get going it will be light soon and if we are seen, mum will kill us." George said to his twin who was driving the car, it seemed that Mr Weasley had decided to replace the Angelina lost in the begin of their second year.
"What about Harry we just can't leave him." Harry was over joyed at the concern his best friend had for him.
"I'm sorry Ron but George is right, but don't worry we will try again tomorrow night. I promise." Then there was the noise of the car reversing and then it faded away.
Harry couldn't believe that his friends had come for him, he had nearly lost hope, and they would be coming back they would find him and he would be out of here; all he had to do was hold on and try to figure out a way to let them know he was there, which was going to be a challenge since he could not move.
The Weasley had arrived home just before the crow crowed. The three boys crept quietly up to their rooms as not to wake the rest of the house and incur the wrath of their mother. Molly Weasley was a lovely women but she had a temper to match the colour of her fiery read hair and nobody knew this better then her children; especially her twin boys: Fred and George.
Ron made his way up to his room, and shut the door as quietly as possible; he sat down on his bed. He knew there was something wrong with Harry but he didn't know how to help him. They tried to break him out but it had not have worked. Then an idea came into his head; Sirius, if anyone would be able to help Harry it would be Sirius.
Dear Snuffles,
I think Harry needs our help. We tried to get him out but we were unsuccessful. I have tried sending him dozens of letters over the past two weeks and each time they have come back. The thing that got me really worried was when Hedwig came over to stay here a couple of days ago and has not left since. When we went there we found bars on his windows, we are going to try to go back tomorrow night but I am unsure if we will have any luck. I am unsure what to do, what do you suggest.
Ron Weasley.
Ron sealed the note, with the belief that if anyone would know how to help Harry it would be Sirius. "Pig wake up...I need you to deliver this message to Sirius it is really important so please fly as fast as you can." The Little bird looked at his master and understood the meaning of his words. Instead of flying about the room excited he stood there and let him fasten the note to his leg. Ron picked up the bird and took it over to the window; he opened the window and let the bird go. If flew high into the sky and soon was undistinguishable to the naked eye. Ron shut the window, he felt relief he knew Sirius would know what to do. He changed his cloths and then made his way down to breakfast, the smell of bacon and eggs assaulted his nostrils as he made his way down the stairs.
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Since the end of last year the Black household had become a fairly reasonable place to live. The Bogart's and other undesirable creatures had all gone along with many of the objects his parents' treasured. The only reminder of what had once been was Kreacher – and a sorry reminder he was indeed.
After the events of last year, Sirius had come back in a furious mood, and Kreacher paid dearly for what he had done. They were still unable to get rid of him because he knew too much about the order. So in Sirius vindictive mood he went down into the basement and throughout all the belongings the elf had managed to save during last years 'cleaning spree'. Kreacher was furious with what his master had done and thus became even more insane.
Dumbledore had thus come up with an idea that would, help Kreacher but still keep the orders secrets. He would have Kreacher work at Hogwarts, not by freeing him but on his master's orders. Thus Kreacher left the house of Black and none were sorry to see his departure.
Remus had moved in permanently shortly after. As Sirius was still unable to go outside, as the minister had still refused to believe his innocents, so he still remained in hiding unable to go outside or do anything he wanted to do for fear of capture and the kiss. So having Remus their made life easier.
Sirius and Remus sat next to the fire, talking of old times, friends and particularly memorable pranks pulled on the Slytherins over the years.
A small bird appeared at the window bouncing around hooting. "Pig?" Sirius exclaimed wondering what the small bird was doing here.
He opened the window and the bird flew in and sat down next to Remus, allowing him to take the letter attached to his small leg.
Remus flipped the letter over and found it was addressed to Sirius. "Sirius it's addressed to you!"
"Moony you can read it to me."
"Alright but it may be private."
"Huh what secret could a Marauder have from one another."
Remus read Ron's letter out loud and by the end of if Sirius was serious – his temper was equal to that only Molly Weasley could match. "Moony we have to do something" he was furious and concerned all at the same time and these emotions played with his voice.
"We will Padfoot... but we can't do this alone, they may be muggles but I think we are going to need help...I suggest we call Arthur, he had been there before and meet the Dursleys." Remus tried to remain the calm and level headed one but he also feared for Harry's safety and wanted to make sure that he was ok.
The two were out and through the fireplace before another world was spoken.
Many hours later a conversation was still taking place at the Weasley's dinner table four adults sat planning what would be done to help Harry.
"Right it is decided the three of us will go and see if the boy is alright...when do you want to leave?" Arthur Weasley stated the plan. "Now!" Sirius said his tone said he would not accept anything less.
The three men left shortly after the conversation had finished and disappeared through the fireplace.
Harry lay of the floor still unable to move he had given up late last night, finding that the pain was too much to bare to try another fruitless attempt. Yet he lay there trying to figure out a way that would let Ron know he was there. So far he had come up with nothing of any use, all his attempts would involve him moving considerably and that was out of the question.
Harry began to fall asleep again or was it unconsciousness, it was hard to tell. When he heard a knock at the front door. Uncle Vernon was yelling and saying about "WHO COULD IT BLOODY BE NOW." He heard the door open and then shut quickly, then a lot of yelling.
"WHERE'S HARRY?" It was Sirius, Harry couldn't believe it Sirius had come for him. If he could move or yell to tell his Godfather where he was he would have, but all he could do was lay there and wait to be found.
Harry heard large loud footsteps coming up the stairs, then the rattle of doorknobs. His heart was beating so fast it may explore; someone had come for him, they were going to find him. The doorknob rattled out side his door; next he heard a loud bang as if someone had tried to break the door down with their shoulder. "Remus I have found it come here." Remus had come too he could not believe it. He heard what sounded like "Alohomra" and the door then opened.
It let a large amount of light it more then Harry had seen for 2 days, he had to squint to let his eyes a just.
Two men stood in the doorway looking around then he felt their eyes rest of him, and new it was over he had been found, Sirius and Remus would help him.
"O my God Harry" Sirius rushed over to the boy's side and knelt down beside him. He went to help the boy sit up and he shuttered with pain, it was if his whole body went it a spasm. "I'm sorry Harry."
"Its ok" The reply was raspy and very soft that Sirius had to strain to hear it.
Remus had regained a sense of composure and went to the boy's side. It was worst then he ever feared, he knew the Dursleys hated Harry but he never imagined that someone could do this to a child. "Hey Harry" was all Remus could say. It was not like he could ask how the boy was feeling, or how his summer he felt helpless was.
"Hi professor" the boys voice made him sound like an old man; it was so tried and worn out.
Sirius was still in shock at the state of his Godson, he was unsure what he could do to help. Remus asked the question they all didn't want too. "Harry, how long have you been here and I need you to tell me how much movement you have."
"Umm, about two days.... And I am cant really move; my head and one of my arms that's it..." the boy was fighting back tears. "...I ah think I dislocated my shoulder and umm broke some ribs but I am not sure what else."
"Ok... don't worry Harry it's going to be alright. I have to go down stairs to get Mr. Weasley and I will be right back...Sirius will stay with you ok." He didn't wait for the boy to reply.
Sirius still trying to get over the shock of his Harry's appearance, while sitting there unable to help. He wanted to grab the boy in a hug and tell him that everything was alright but feared that he may further injury the boy, even putting a hand on his shoulder seemed to dangerous. "Harry I am really sorry, I should have come sooner...it is my entire fault."
"Sirius its not you fault...you are hear now."
"Harry I want you to tell me all that has happened over the summer... please." Harry took a deep breath as if he had not been breathing for that last few minutes and became to recount his nightmare.
Remus descended the stairs and walked into the living room, where he found each of the Dursleys sitting on the couch with Mr. Weasley's wand pointed at them. They were transfixed; eyes focused on the wand.
Vernon knew they had found the boy, now he wondered what was going to happen to him
Remus made his way over to Arthur and said something very quietly to him.
Arthur's eyes went wide and his face went white as a ghosts. How could they do this to an innocent child, he was not even 16.
Arthur loved Muggles but he was ready to do all the despicable things he had condemned other wizards for. "How could you, he is a boy!"
"He is a menace and dissevered everything he got." Vernon was unsure where all his courage was coming for but, as soon as he said it, he wished he didn't; the look in the eyes of the two freaks in front of him, where that of pure hatred and he wonder if they would really hurt him or his family.
"Petrifucus Totalus" Arthur said and all three Dursley's were subject to a full body bind.
The two men then proceeded up the stairs. When entering the room, Arthur paled another shade. He was not prepared for what Harry looked like. He was very skinny, lying on the floor and looked like he had been rolling in mud, but by the state of the room he could tell the boy had not been out side in at least a week or two. "Harry's were you things." Arthur voice sounded angry, unlike the caring man Harry knew.
"The cupboard under the stairs."
"Ok Harry I will be back in a minute." Arthur though of Harry as one of his children and so did Molly; he couldn't believe that something like this could have happened to Harry.
"Harry is their anything else you want out of here." Remus looked around and was unsure what he would want to take, but he had to ask just in case.
"Umm there is a board under the bed." Harry voice sounded exhausted.
"Its ok Harry we will be out of here soon." He touched the boy's head, and with drew his hand, it was covered in blood. "Shit Remus he has a really bad head wound."
Remus uncovered the board, and pulled out the continence. "Shit, keep him talking don't let him go to sleep." They had all learned at Hogwarts never to fall sleep if you have a head wound, it was required knowledge for a Marauder.
"It wasn't me Uncle Vernon I swear, I don't know how it happened, please don't lock me in my cupboard... please it wasn't me."
Both men took were taken back with what they had just heard both unable to speak, they knew they had to get him out of there and the sooner the better.
"It's ok Harry, it's me Sirius... Harry do you know who I am."
"Sirius of course I know how you are but what are you doing here you will get caught?"
With that statement it was time to get Harry out of there.
"Remember Harry I, Moony and Arthur can to get you out of here."
Harry looked blankly at the man not sure what was happening he tried to site up and then remember the nightmare he was living. "Ummm yeah I do."
Sirius was going to get the Dursleys for this, he was not a murder but he could easily be at this point in time, but then he looked at the face of the boy on the floor and knew he could not go through with it because if he did then he would never be free.
Mr. Weasley reappeared, holding Harry's wand. "Sirius I think I will make it easier if we all can do magic... Harry you ready to leave." The boy made a small nod, then winched with the pain. Mr. Weasley took charge; "Ok what we are going to have to do is two of us will need to levitate Harry, while the other one conjures a stretcher underneath him... While do you two levitate him, and I will do the stretcher."
Sirius and Remus were grateful for this, this was James son and they were not going to let anything else happen to him.
So the process begun of moving Harry, it was all done very slowly as not to injury him any further.
Sirius and Remus lifted Harry off the floor; it took both of them because they need to support Harry's entire body, to prevent any further injury, while Mr. Weasley conjured a stretcher underneath him. Then once again Sirius and Remus moved him, so that he was placed lightly on the stretcher.
When Harry's body made contact with the material, he moaned in pain; he was surprised that such little moment could cause so much pain.
The three adults looked at him, as if apologizing with their eyes. "Sorry Harry" Sirius replied weakly.
"It's ok it wasn't that bad really." Harry tried to convince the men who had come to his rescue, but he didn't believe he was doing such a great job, as they didn't look like they believed him.
"Ok Harry are you ready to go?" He asked his Godson, he still couldn't believe what had happened, but this was not the time for such thoughts.
"Yep." The small and raspy voice replied.
Mr. Weasley, left the room first, followed by Sirius how directed the stretcher with Harry's wand. And in the rear, was Remus how cared the small amount of belongings, which he had found under the floorboards.
The stretcher and three men appeared in the Dursley's living room, it was all because of him, that boy, he was the cause of this, and he had bought this upon his family. Vernon hated the boy more then he had ever before, the 'punishments' he had given Harry was nothing compared to what he wanted to that boy at this moment that plagued his life. Harry Potter... the boy how tormented his family... he was going to make sure that never happened again.
As Harry lay on the hovering stretcher he caught sight of Uncle Vernon's eyes.
That was the thing with a full body bind, it never bound a persons eyes. Harry looked into his Uncle's eyes and saw pure hatred for him; nothing like ever before.
Vernon looked as if her were able to he would race over and kill Harry just to make sure that he would never darken him and his family lives again.
Harry shuttered at the thought, this caught Sirius's eye. "Harry are you alright?"
"Yep"
"Humph"
The full body bind was beginning to ware off. The three gentlemen looked at Mr. Dursley, as if daring him to speak. Vernon fell silent again.
The three men looked at the Dursleys. Sirius was the first to speak he had not seen he Dursleys since they had found Harry, but the lapse of time had only resulted in provoking his anger.
"I am Sirius Black..." He paused for effect. It was common knowledge even in the Muggle World that Sirius was convicted of killing 14 people."...and Harry's Godfather, I SWEAR TO YOU IF YOU EVER COME NEAR OR LAY ANOTHER HAND ON THIS BOY YOU WILL REGRET IT. His voice had grown increasing louder through his speech and now boomed through the room.
Even Harry was a little taken back at Sirius's tone and expression.
Mr. Weasley was the next to continue; "I have all my life, tried to understand you: Muggles but I doubt I ever will, you people are, despicable he is a boy, you family." He spat the last part of his sentence out. He saw Vernon shutter at the phrase 'your family'.
Remus reminded quiet as did Harry, there was nothing either could say, both having their own reasons.
"Harry I believe it is time for us to leave," Mr. Weasley simply stated, his tone quiet different from the one only moments ago.
Harry nodded he still couldn't believe that someone had come and that the things they were saying. Harry never felt as loved as he did right then.
Arthur held on to Harry's trunk, that he had fetched from cupboard under the stairs. "Ok, I'll go first, then you and Sirius follow with Harry and Remus you are last taking the left over stuff."
Each person nodded Harry's a little smaller then the rest.
Then with a loud pop Mr. Weasley was gone. Sirius and Remus followed with Harry directly after, as Arthur had instructed.
TBC
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An: I just wanted to thank my two reviewers, I was going to pull this story until you guys came along so I wanted to dedicate this chapter to you hope you like it. Oh and Katherine will return however not for a few chapters. :P