A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters you might recognize.
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Chapter 1- Back to the Dursley's
As Harry was on his way home, Uncle Vernon turned around at a stoplight and flashed him a nasty grin. "You, Boy, when we get home you are going to put your things in your room and put that ruddy bird in its cage. Then you can go clean the basement." Apparently the threat of his godfather had worn off. Not that he had mentioned that he was thought to be dead.
"Yes, Uncle Vernon," he replied. He went back to looking out the window and barely suppressed a gasp as he thought he saw something running right beside his window. There can't be anything there. We are going at about 60 kph. No, I must be seeing things. He didn't see what it really looked like but there was something there. He returned to his thoughts about what had happened over the school year.
The thing beside the window has just flashed by to make sure that Harry was in the car with his uncle and on his way to 4 Privet Drive.
Actually it wasn't just a thing. It was a shade. Sirius's shade, in fact. Instead of being attached to a building he was bound to Harry. He was not quite a ghost and could roam as Harry did. Good thing for him, Harry roamed quite a bit. He wouldn't have enjoyed staying in the same place for long times. And he could help him out a bit. He could make part of his body solid for short periods of time and could use wand-less magic. He had found that out when he magicked his way out of the veil. Unfortunately, his body didn't come with him. But he had unfinished business (taking care of his godson) and couldn't move on to the next life.
As soon as they got home, Harry put up his trunk and locked Hedwig in her cage. On his way to the basement Dudley came by and pushed him down the stairs. When he stopped at the bottom he just lay there, thinking about what this summer would be like.
"Get up, Boy. We don't feed you to just sit around." Uncle Vernon shouted as he came through the kitchen door.
"Yes, Uncle Vernon." He got up and was on his way through the basement door when Dudley ran into him and knocked him down the stairs.
"Have a nice trip, Potter? Hope you can't find the light." And with that Dudley closed and locked the door, leaving Harry in a heap at the bottom of the stairs in complete darkness. He just got up and walked up the stairs to hit the switch. He had had to do this so many times he knew exactly where the light switch was.
He began with some of the boxes of Dudley's old toys. All of them were broken but Aunt Petunia would not let them be thrown away because they were her Duddykins favorite toys when he was younger. He moved those to the side and found a box of Dudley's old clothes. They looked almost exactly like the ones he had on. His were dyed gray though.
He didn't feel like cleaning the basement so he took a bunch of the boxes and put them in new rows and stacks just to make it look like he did something. Then he got the broom and dustpan and swept the floors. When he got done he went up the stairs and banged on the door for someone to open up. Unfortunately, it was Uncle Vernon that opened the door. "Are you finished yet, Boy."
"Almost, I just need to throw away this dirt. Then I am finished."
"Don't you get that tone with me. I don't like it. And just for that, no meals for three days. Be glad I didn't make it more." And with that he turned around and walked back into the den, probably to sit and think of more chores for Harry to do.
Harry walked all the way to the den door and stopped. He had to go through the den to put the dirt in the dustbin outside. That would mean letting Uncle Vernon see him. With a sigh of resignation he entered the room and walked as quickly as he could without making it seem as though he didn't want to be seen. He made it out the door before he was yelled at, but he still had to go back through. So he started on the return trip but was not so lucky. Uncle Vernon was waiting for him.
"Potter. Now that you have finished the basement you need to move all of your stuff back into the cupboard. Marge is coming to visit and you can't expect us to make her sleep in there, can you?"
"No, Uncle Vern-"
"What are you waiting for? Move."
Harry jumped and made for the door before he could get into more trouble. Of course we can't expect her to fit in there, she's too fat. We would have to take off the door to get her bulk in there. Oh well, it's not like I have anywhere else to be. Maybe I can just stay away from everyone. Or at least get work outside. Maybe suggesting it will help. I get to be outside and Uncle Vernon thinks I have been broken. Yeah, that's what I'll do.
He moved his trunk and Hedwig into the cupboard. Hedwig didn't mind the dark but didn't like the closeness of the room. He turned and promised that he would get her out, even though he didn't know how right now. Then he walked back into the den to ask his uncle if he could weed the garden and wash the car.
"You want to weed the garden? And wash my car? Well, I guess you can. But do not come back inside until you are done. If you so much as miss one spot on that car your punishment will be much worse than it already is. Oh, Boy. Have you moved all your stuff? Marge will be here any minute."
"Yes, Uncle Vernon." Out the door he went. He would weed the garden first because it was so hot and when he was done he could drink some of the water from the hose.
Out in the garden it looked like it hadn't been weeded since the last time he had been made to do it. There were weeds all over the place. It seemed as though they had been planted there just to make it more difficult for him. Well, at least I will have to be out here for a while. Since Aunt Marge is coming I am going to have a hard time controlling my temper. Too bad the Ministry didn't let her keep the memory of me blowing her up and floating like a balloon. Then maybe she wouldn't be so quick to make me angry. But it can't be helped. Then she would know that I can do magic and probably would have had someone put me in an asylum. He got back to weeding and saw something that was moving and green. He had read about snakes like those in one of Dudley's books. It was a boa constrictor. Like the one he had accidentally freed and set on his cousin. This one was much too small to be that one, though. It seemed as though Dudley had gotten a new pet and gotten bored with it.
What are you doing here? He asked it. If snakes could look surprised this one definitely did.
I was put in this glass box and taken to the fat person's room. The woman that lives there fed me, but the boy wanted me to do something. All I wanted to do was keep warm under my light but he kept picking me up. After about three months of this I tired of being treated like a toy and bit him. I was really angry because he kept doing this. After I bit him he opened the window and threw me out. I heard him running down the stairs and screaming that I bit him. Then to make it seem even more real he asked if he was bleeding. Lucky for him I am not poisonous. How is it that you can talk to me and I understand. Nobody in that house could.
I am a parslemouth. I can talk to snakes. Or threstrals. They speak parsletongue, too. By the way, I'm Harry.
Ah. Well I am glad that I now have someone to talk to. I was just thinking of leaving but now I am going to stay. Thanks. And my name is Mikkhail.
You will still have to find your own food because I can't get you any.
That's fine. I have become rather fond of catching my own. It is much more fun that having food shoved down your throat.
Ok. I have to get back to work but you can stay and talk if you want.
Harry got back to his weeding. It took him about an hour but he was finally done. Now I have to clean the car. What a joy. He grabbed the soap and brush and walked around to the front of the house. The car was filthy. It looked as though it have been through the mud which it probably had just to make it harder to clean. He turned on the hose and got to work. Just as he was finishing Dudley ran by and chucked a bunch of dirt on it. So now he had to do it again. Just at that time, Aunt Marge pulled up in a rental.
"Here, Boy. When you are done you can clean this too." She parked it right beside Uncle Vernon's car. When he didn't answer he, she went inside. "No proper manners. I'll have to talk to Vernon about that," she muttered as she went inside. He got back to work cleaning the cars, and when he was done he went inside. Immediately Uncle Vernon started yelling at him.
"Boy, you are supposed to answer when you are addressed." He pulled off his belt and Harry flinched.
Harry's PoV
Uncle Vernon started pulling off his belt and as soon as he got it off he raised it to hit me. I caught a glimpse of something holding on to it and turned my head so as not to see the belt hit. After the first strike I waited. And waited. But the belt only struck once. So I waited for another.
"Bloody boy. I told you not to do that stuff in my house. Now you will not have food for an added week for that stunt. With that he dragged him into the cupboard and locked it to make sure he didn't sneak out to get food.
Sirius's PoV
I just knew that I couldn't let Harry get hit. I focused on my hands and making them solid for long enough to hold the belt back. I knew that Vernon would keep trying until he hit him. It took a lot of my strength to hold that belt. I think Harry might have seen me. It doesn't matter. At least he didn't get hurt. Now I have to think of a way to get some food to him.
Harry was just sitting in his cupboard thinking of what it would be like if his parents hadn't died. He would have been much happier and would be encouraged to learn all the magic he could. Not to mention his parents would probably help him.
Hedwig gave a faint hoot. "I know. I think I might know how to get you out of here. And I want you to take some letters for me. Ok?" She nodded her head in a very human-like fashion. "Thanks, Hed."
He started writing out the letters. There was one for Professor Dumbledore, Remus Lupin, and Arthur Weasley. He knew Hedwig would deliver them all and in good time. At least she would be able to eat while she was gone. He tied the letters to her legs. "Ok, Hed. You have to be quite while my cloak is on you. I think Uncle Vernon will be here to open the door in a little."
Just as these words left his mouth the door was opened.
"You are going to go outside and wait while we eat then you are to come inside. And remember. You go to St. Brutis's. If you say anything different you will not go back to that school of yours. Got it?"
"Yes, Uncle Vernon." But he had already walked back into the dining room. "Well, Hed, here we go." He picked her up and walked outside. "Ok. Remember. This letter for Dumbledore. This letter for Mr. Weasley. And this letter for Remus. See you when you get back. And make sure I am the only one that sees you. Ok?" She gave another of those nods and flew off.
Well, I guess all I can do is wait.
"You, Boy. Come in here."
He sighed and walked back into the house to sit and be the Dursley's plaything.
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Chapter 1- Back to the Dursley's
As Harry was on his way home, Uncle Vernon turned around at a stoplight and flashed him a nasty grin. "You, Boy, when we get home you are going to put your things in your room and put that ruddy bird in its cage. Then you can go clean the basement." Apparently the threat of his godfather had worn off. Not that he had mentioned that he was thought to be dead.
"Yes, Uncle Vernon," he replied. He went back to looking out the window and barely suppressed a gasp as he thought he saw something running right beside his window. There can't be anything there. We are going at about 60 kph. No, I must be seeing things. He didn't see what it really looked like but there was something there. He returned to his thoughts about what had happened over the school year.
The thing beside the window has just flashed by to make sure that Harry was in the car with his uncle and on his way to 4 Privet Drive.
Actually it wasn't just a thing. It was a shade. Sirius's shade, in fact. Instead of being attached to a building he was bound to Harry. He was not quite a ghost and could roam as Harry did. Good thing for him, Harry roamed quite a bit. He wouldn't have enjoyed staying in the same place for long times. And he could help him out a bit. He could make part of his body solid for short periods of time and could use wand-less magic. He had found that out when he magicked his way out of the veil. Unfortunately, his body didn't come with him. But he had unfinished business (taking care of his godson) and couldn't move on to the next life.
As soon as they got home, Harry put up his trunk and locked Hedwig in her cage. On his way to the basement Dudley came by and pushed him down the stairs. When he stopped at the bottom he just lay there, thinking about what this summer would be like.
"Get up, Boy. We don't feed you to just sit around." Uncle Vernon shouted as he came through the kitchen door.
"Yes, Uncle Vernon." He got up and was on his way through the basement door when Dudley ran into him and knocked him down the stairs.
"Have a nice trip, Potter? Hope you can't find the light." And with that Dudley closed and locked the door, leaving Harry in a heap at the bottom of the stairs in complete darkness. He just got up and walked up the stairs to hit the switch. He had had to do this so many times he knew exactly where the light switch was.
He began with some of the boxes of Dudley's old toys. All of them were broken but Aunt Petunia would not let them be thrown away because they were her Duddykins favorite toys when he was younger. He moved those to the side and found a box of Dudley's old clothes. They looked almost exactly like the ones he had on. His were dyed gray though.
He didn't feel like cleaning the basement so he took a bunch of the boxes and put them in new rows and stacks just to make it look like he did something. Then he got the broom and dustpan and swept the floors. When he got done he went up the stairs and banged on the door for someone to open up. Unfortunately, it was Uncle Vernon that opened the door. "Are you finished yet, Boy."
"Almost, I just need to throw away this dirt. Then I am finished."
"Don't you get that tone with me. I don't like it. And just for that, no meals for three days. Be glad I didn't make it more." And with that he turned around and walked back into the den, probably to sit and think of more chores for Harry to do.
Harry walked all the way to the den door and stopped. He had to go through the den to put the dirt in the dustbin outside. That would mean letting Uncle Vernon see him. With a sigh of resignation he entered the room and walked as quickly as he could without making it seem as though he didn't want to be seen. He made it out the door before he was yelled at, but he still had to go back through. So he started on the return trip but was not so lucky. Uncle Vernon was waiting for him.
"Potter. Now that you have finished the basement you need to move all of your stuff back into the cupboard. Marge is coming to visit and you can't expect us to make her sleep in there, can you?"
"No, Uncle Vern-"
"What are you waiting for? Move."
Harry jumped and made for the door before he could get into more trouble. Of course we can't expect her to fit in there, she's too fat. We would have to take off the door to get her bulk in there. Oh well, it's not like I have anywhere else to be. Maybe I can just stay away from everyone. Or at least get work outside. Maybe suggesting it will help. I get to be outside and Uncle Vernon thinks I have been broken. Yeah, that's what I'll do.
He moved his trunk and Hedwig into the cupboard. Hedwig didn't mind the dark but didn't like the closeness of the room. He turned and promised that he would get her out, even though he didn't know how right now. Then he walked back into the den to ask his uncle if he could weed the garden and wash the car.
"You want to weed the garden? And wash my car? Well, I guess you can. But do not come back inside until you are done. If you so much as miss one spot on that car your punishment will be much worse than it already is. Oh, Boy. Have you moved all your stuff? Marge will be here any minute."
"Yes, Uncle Vernon." Out the door he went. He would weed the garden first because it was so hot and when he was done he could drink some of the water from the hose.
Out in the garden it looked like it hadn't been weeded since the last time he had been made to do it. There were weeds all over the place. It seemed as though they had been planted there just to make it more difficult for him. Well, at least I will have to be out here for a while. Since Aunt Marge is coming I am going to have a hard time controlling my temper. Too bad the Ministry didn't let her keep the memory of me blowing her up and floating like a balloon. Then maybe she wouldn't be so quick to make me angry. But it can't be helped. Then she would know that I can do magic and probably would have had someone put me in an asylum. He got back to weeding and saw something that was moving and green. He had read about snakes like those in one of Dudley's books. It was a boa constrictor. Like the one he had accidentally freed and set on his cousin. This one was much too small to be that one, though. It seemed as though Dudley had gotten a new pet and gotten bored with it.
What are you doing here? He asked it. If snakes could look surprised this one definitely did.
I was put in this glass box and taken to the fat person's room. The woman that lives there fed me, but the boy wanted me to do something. All I wanted to do was keep warm under my light but he kept picking me up. After about three months of this I tired of being treated like a toy and bit him. I was really angry because he kept doing this. After I bit him he opened the window and threw me out. I heard him running down the stairs and screaming that I bit him. Then to make it seem even more real he asked if he was bleeding. Lucky for him I am not poisonous. How is it that you can talk to me and I understand. Nobody in that house could.
I am a parslemouth. I can talk to snakes. Or threstrals. They speak parsletongue, too. By the way, I'm Harry.
Ah. Well I am glad that I now have someone to talk to. I was just thinking of leaving but now I am going to stay. Thanks. And my name is Mikkhail.
You will still have to find your own food because I can't get you any.
That's fine. I have become rather fond of catching my own. It is much more fun that having food shoved down your throat.
Ok. I have to get back to work but you can stay and talk if you want.
Harry got back to his weeding. It took him about an hour but he was finally done. Now I have to clean the car. What a joy. He grabbed the soap and brush and walked around to the front of the house. The car was filthy. It looked as though it have been through the mud which it probably had just to make it harder to clean. He turned on the hose and got to work. Just as he was finishing Dudley ran by and chucked a bunch of dirt on it. So now he had to do it again. Just at that time, Aunt Marge pulled up in a rental.
"Here, Boy. When you are done you can clean this too." She parked it right beside Uncle Vernon's car. When he didn't answer he, she went inside. "No proper manners. I'll have to talk to Vernon about that," she muttered as she went inside. He got back to work cleaning the cars, and when he was done he went inside. Immediately Uncle Vernon started yelling at him.
"Boy, you are supposed to answer when you are addressed." He pulled off his belt and Harry flinched.
Harry's PoV
Uncle Vernon started pulling off his belt and as soon as he got it off he raised it to hit me. I caught a glimpse of something holding on to it and turned my head so as not to see the belt hit. After the first strike I waited. And waited. But the belt only struck once. So I waited for another.
"Bloody boy. I told you not to do that stuff in my house. Now you will not have food for an added week for that stunt. With that he dragged him into the cupboard and locked it to make sure he didn't sneak out to get food.
Sirius's PoV
I just knew that I couldn't let Harry get hit. I focused on my hands and making them solid for long enough to hold the belt back. I knew that Vernon would keep trying until he hit him. It took a lot of my strength to hold that belt. I think Harry might have seen me. It doesn't matter. At least he didn't get hurt. Now I have to think of a way to get some food to him.
Harry was just sitting in his cupboard thinking of what it would be like if his parents hadn't died. He would have been much happier and would be encouraged to learn all the magic he could. Not to mention his parents would probably help him.
Hedwig gave a faint hoot. "I know. I think I might know how to get you out of here. And I want you to take some letters for me. Ok?" She nodded her head in a very human-like fashion. "Thanks, Hed."
He started writing out the letters. There was one for Professor Dumbledore, Remus Lupin, and Arthur Weasley. He knew Hedwig would deliver them all and in good time. At least she would be able to eat while she was gone. He tied the letters to her legs. "Ok, Hed. You have to be quite while my cloak is on you. I think Uncle Vernon will be here to open the door in a little."
Just as these words left his mouth the door was opened.
"You are going to go outside and wait while we eat then you are to come inside. And remember. You go to St. Brutis's. If you say anything different you will not go back to that school of yours. Got it?"
"Yes, Uncle Vernon." But he had already walked back into the dining room. "Well, Hed, here we go." He picked her up and walked outside. "Ok. Remember. This letter for Dumbledore. This letter for Mr. Weasley. And this letter for Remus. See you when you get back. And make sure I am the only one that sees you. Ok?" She gave another of those nods and flew off.
Well, I guess all I can do is wait.
"You, Boy. Come in here."
He sighed and walked back into the house to sit and be the Dursley's plaything.