Losing A Knut and Finding A Galleon
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Chapter 3: The Rolling Stone
The train slowed and came to a stop. As they passed through the magical barrier, the look on the Dursley's face was priceless. The usual purple colour of Uncle Vernon's face had been replaced with a scared white, as had all the families. Sirius stepped forward and extended his hand. It was not taken, ignoring the ignorance Sirius said
"Hello, Mr. And Mrs. Dursley, I'm Harry's godfather, Sirius Black"
"W-we know who the hell you are, you freak! Bloody killer, POLI" he had been muffled by Sirius who whispered threateningly: "I'm no bloody killer-yet"
Harry grinned at the Dursley's petrified looks.
Sirius moved his hand from Uncle Vernon's mouth, and returned to his normal, cheery voice.
"Listen, I'm going to make you an offer that you can't refuse, Harry is going to live with me, and all you have to do is give us a lift to your house and I'll collect Harry's things and we'll be off- using your fire of course".
As there were no protests, Sirius proceeded towards the car.
"Er-Sirius, that's not the right car" muttered Harry, and Sirius looked annoyed at having embarrassed himself like that, so he turned around and growled
"Somebody please tell me where your bloody car is!" The Dursley's scampered towards the car, a new Ford Escort. To much protest of Dudley, he was put in the back of the car next to Sirius, and Harry the other side. Harry ignored the scenery, Dudley's wines, Vernon's grunts and (amazingly) Petunias clucks of disapproval, because he was stunned into a happy mood, it still hadn't sunk in, he was finally leaving the Dursley's forever. He returned to reality when the car stopped and he nearly went head first into Vernon's chair, stopped only by Sirius who miraculously managed to find a way over Dudley's nearly whale sized stomach without breaking his arm to protect the seatbeltless Harry.
"Thanks" Harry whispered weakly.
"Bloody hell! You'd think after 10 years living in the Muggle World, you would remember to put your seatbelt on!" It should have shocked Harry that Sirius was shouting at him, but it didn't, because it was not said in anger, but concern.
"Sorry" Harry sincerely said.
"'Lright, let's get your stuff."
Harry blindly got out of the car, bumping into someone, knocking him or her and himself onto the floor.
"Sorry, are you alright- Mr. Fudge! What are you doing here! Sir" He added quickly, half out of respect, and half out of not wanting Sirius to tell him off again.
"Quite all right Mr. Potter, no harm done" the Minister for Magic said, taking the hand Harry offered.
"Well Mr. Potter, I'm here for three things- one, to apologize to your godfather, two, to give him this cheque for 100000 galleons and this comvee three, to wish him and you luck with your new start."
A/N: comvee/humvee/moving home, loved the reviews, keep reading