Losing A Knut and Finding A Galleon
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Chapter 8- Augurey Attack.
Red eyes glowed behind them. Sirius was trying to nurse a huge wound in his right shoulder where a piece of flesh had been ripped from its rightful place. Harry was in two worlds; he was worried about Sirius, his godfather; and he was tempted to run from the Ministry officials.
"Harry, I know you're trying to help, but you're being more of a hindrance than a help, why don't you get me the first aid kit, and wait for the officials in your room."
"But why can't I wait here?"
"Because the worried look on your face is distracting me, and you'll probably blow up in front of them and that won't help you much." Sensing Sirius was right about both points, he went to his room, trying to feel as though he hadn't been sent.
CRASH! Harry came back from his planet of worry, immediately snatching his wand up from the table, hesitated on whether he should take it or not, then flew (with his wand) to the source of the noise. He barged through the door, found Sirius lying on the floor. Breathing? Harry thought. He ran to him, checking his pulse and breath, to his relief he was.
"Potter, I'm not concerned with him, you however are not so fortunate." That voice sent shivers down his spine. Voldemort Harry thought instantly. He looked up, not moving from Sirius' side. But what he found wasn't a human or whatever form he had seen Voldemort in previously. Instead he found the Augurey that had attacked them.
"B-but how? Voldemort? How the hell did you get here?"
"How do you think Potter boy? I degraded myself to possessing animals, following you from the Muggle's boat, trying to find any loyal Deatheaters, but what did I find instead-you!"
"What have you done to him Voldemort?" Harry screamed to the impassive bird, which obviously would have smirked if he had the appropriate muscles to do so.
"Relax, you disgusting half-blood, as I said before, I'm not concerned with him, I'm here for you. But yet, he wouldn't have had to get involved if you hadn't been a coward, and gone indoors. You're protection wouldn't have got in the way otherwise. And it's Lord Voldemort to scum" Harry couldn't take it anymore. Raising his wand, he bellowed
"Wingardium Leviosa!" the spell had the desired effect, it lifted the spare tire off the back of their home, and it flew towards the Augurey/Voldemort, ploughing it into the ground.
"So what's it like calling yourself Lord all the time" he teased to the rising spirit emitting from the fallen bird. Harry felt a ping of guilt. He had had to kill a defenceless bird to rid the area of Voldemort.
"Excuse me, Mr. Potter, we're from the Ministry. We saw everything, there will be no need for us to take your wand, but there will be a need to call St. Mungo's"
After an agonizing night, waiting for Sirius to wake up, Sirius stirred slightly, and found no one there, and that the room was dark. Coming to his senses, he realized someone was half lying on him, also noticing two people, men by the look of them, were slumped in two chairs. He tried to sit up, without waking Harry. He's so cute when he's asleep thought Sirius teasingly, shocked to find a part of him meant it.
"Sirius? Are you awake?" mumbled Harry, still half-asleep by the sounds of it.
"Are you?" said Sirius. Harry sat up straight, realizing what he had used as a pillow.
Harry blushed so hard that even Sirius could see it, despite the darkness.
"Sorry Sirius, I didn't mean to sleep on you- it's just that I was tired and-"
"Harry, it's O.K, you don't have to apologize. Where am I?"
"St. Mungo's"
"Who are they?" Sirius mumbled, inclining his head to where the two men were slumped.
"They're the ones who were supposed to come and destroy my wand"
"They didn't, did they?" Sirius exclaimed.
"Shush! You'll wake them up!" but it was to late, the men were starting to stir.
"And no, they didn't, after they saw me duelling Voldemort."
"Voldemort!" Sirius roared; there was definitely no way the men wouldn't wake up now. In fact, the two of them simultaneously sat bolt upright, their hands shooting towards their wands.
"What's all the commotion?" asked one.
"Sorry, I just got a bit startled when Harry told me about Voldemort" the two men visibly cringed at the sound of his name.
"Well, you have two nasty wounds there. One on the old noodle," Sirius gave a quick sideways glance to Harry.
"And one on the shoulder, but the Healer thinks you'll be fine".
"That's good news. But what I want to know is, how did we get from Kent to London so fast?" Sirius asked
"Mate, are you a Muggle or did you forget you was a wizard? We apparated you tweedy"
"A what?"
"An idiot, dunce, fool. Made the word up myself."
Sirius gave a fake, but convincing yawn.
"Look, I don't mean to be rude, but I'm absolutely shattered, do you mind?"
The two men left, without a word. Harry made to leave, but Sirius grabbed his arm.
"I'm not really tired, I just couldn't take anymore home-made words, and anyway, what did you do with the comvee?"
"Oh, the officials locked it up for us, one apparated us here, the other went to the local garage and gave them some money to lock it up for us."
"Thanks, how long did they say I was going to be in here? What are you going to do about a place to stay?"
"Oh, you'll be out tomorrow, I'm staying here. Said the only reason you were in here was because you were attacked by a magical creature." Harry then said something that shocked Sirius
"I'm sorry Sirius"
"Why?"
"I shouldn't have gone inside, I should have stayed with you, and you wouldn't have got hurt."
"Don't be stupid Harry, you think Voldemort wouldn't have hurt me anyway?"
At that moment Harry started crying.
"I thought I'd lost you, the only person that cares apart from my friends." Sirius put his arm around Harry in a one-arm hug, and allowed Harry to cry into his shoulder.
A/N: Pretty long chapter there, hope you like it, probably won't be so long next chapter