Losing A Knut And Finding A Galleon

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Chapter 4- The Unexpected Can be A Good Thing

Uncle Vernon broke the stunned silence with a roar:

"WHY DO FREAKS KEEP TURNING UP AT MY HOUSE!"?

"Vernon-shut up dear, the neighbours will hear"

"Sorry dear, I just hate these bloody people turning up at my house!"

The Minister, obviously unfamiliar with this type of protocol, said nothing, while Sirius put on his threatening tone and growled to the Dursley's:

"Shut it," The Dursley's became silent at once, and Dudley even started a noise that was a fusion of crying and squealing.

"Right then, I'll just go get my stuff, and then we'll be off" And with that, Harry went into the house, and flew to the cupboard under the stairs, retrieved his birthday presents that the Dursley's had given him (a sock, a coat hanger, a very ragged blanket [second hand from Dudley]), then proceeded to his room, only to gather the most precious things in his life, all his birthday cards, his family album of his parents, and whatever was useful from the loose floorboard. Unable to wait any longer for his new life with his godfather, rushed down the stairs (nearly killing himself on the last stair) ran through the open door, and breathlessly croaked

"Alright... I'm ready Sirius. Let's go"

"That was quick, did you even leave the hall for your stuff?" said a flabbergasted Sirius. The Minister coughed for Sirius' attention and held the keys to the mobile home by the tip of his finger, and allowed them to drop to a waiting Sirius' hand. Fudge then stepped unbidden into the Dursley's house, followed furiously by Uncle Vernon, who found no-one to throw anything at, for Fudge had diassparated.

"Well, that was unexpected, let's go to our new home Harry."

The comvee was quite spacious, considering it's outward look (Harry suspected that a charm had been applied similar to the one that Mr. Weasley had put on his Ford Anglia to make it bigger than it seemed outside). Harry and Sirius split up to explore their new home for the first time. The living room had no carpet, but what looked like a minefield of screw plugs, and over four of them was pegged a sofa, in one next to the sofa stood a chrome posted lamp, with a blue cone shape lampshade, (which, after further inspection, turned out to be plastic), opposite which was a wide screen TV again pegged to the floor, and the TV pegged to the unit which held it. Next to the sofa was an armchair placed at an angle in order to face the TV. Most of the rooms were similar with pegged down furniture, Harry came to his room and he beamed. Everything in it was his, a bookcase, a bed, a chest of draws, and his trunk. It even had his name in gold lettering on his door. Then he noticed a note on his bed. I read:

Dear Mr. Potter,

You are probably wondering why I know you were living here. It was I who persuaded Dumbledore to let you leave the Dursley's, on your godfather's behalf of course. Apart from wishing you well, this letter's purpose is to tell you this for Albus: I have let you leave your mother's protection her blood provided. Against my better judgement, I have allowed Cornelius to persuade me to do so, however, in order to stay here, you must cut yourself and allow the blood to drip onto your inner front door step. This will reinstate the protection for you and for Sirius. Sirius already knows, so do this the moment you finish this letter.
Enjoy your new life Harry and see you next year.

Best wishes, Cornelius Fudge.

Slightly startled, Harry walked towards the kitchen and rummaged for a knife, then after picking up quite a big one, walked to the door and cut.

"BLOODY HELL! Owee owee ow" then sounding constipated "Oh well, no pain no gain." He heard Sirius pounding towards him, and without asking what was going on whipped out his wand, prodded the cut and said "restino silcin" Harry's wound closed, as though it had never been there.

"Let me guess," seeing the patronizing look on Sirius' face. "Language!" he said, sounding almos exacty like Sirius.

This is going to be the best time of my life, living here Harry mused.

This is going to be the best time of my life, here with Harry Sirius thought