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great mind that is J.K Rowling. If you see any characters and don't
recognise them from HP, they belong to me.
Author's note: Wow! I'm really surprised how long this chapter is, I just kept typing and I couldn't think of a good place to stop!! Hope you enjoy!
Chapter Five-Talking
Draco travelled by Floo the next morning, back to his old house. He told Harry and Sirius that he would be about two hours; he had a lot to sort out. He'd sworn he would be fine; he couldn't be in danger since there were so many spells surrounding the house. Harry saw him off, trying to think of a good way to drop the words 'Be careful' casually into the conversation. Instead, he shouted the two words as the green flames swallowed Draco.
Once Draco had gone, Harry went to find his godfather. He had sounded solemn when he had mentioned a chat. Harry wondered what was up.
He found Sirius in the kitchen, making a drink.
"Hey." Harry said.
"Harry! Do you want a drink?"
"No thanks. Um, Sirius? You said yesterday you wanted to talk to me about stuff?"
Sirius' smile faded. "Yeah. I thought you might like to hear some things about your parents, if you wanted to. Then maybe, we can talk about other stuff, I've never been able to speak to you for more than a few minutes in the three years I've known you. We don't know each other that well, do we?"
Harry grinned at this. "Nope! But, yeah, I'd love to hear stuff about my parents."
Sirius took a deep breath. This could be hard for both of them. "I used to talk to your mother, just like we're talking now; we used to talk about anything that came into our heads, usually while your dad was at work. She told me once, that she wanted three children, a boy and two girls." He smiled sorrowfully. "She even had names chosen for her three children."
Harry was curious. "What were the names?"
"The boy was going to be called Harry, and she wanted her two girls to be called Zoë and Amelia. I've often sat up asking questions, they were never answered of course, but it made me feel better to ask. I wondered if you would be famous if your parents weren't killed, and would you have two little sisters? Would you have been a weaker person if your parents were still alive?"
Harry answered this question for his godfather. "Possibly. Think about it, the only thing that made me strong was having to stand up for myself all the time. At the Dursley's, at school, when I met Voldemort.
Sirius didn't know what to say to this. The two sat in silence for a few minutes, before Sirius spoke again.
"So, tell me some things about you. What do you like doing, what don't you like, your favourite food, colour, smell, etc."
Harry was surprised at how quickly they had jumped from his parents to him. He was quiet for a moment, thinking about his answers.
"Um, well, I like flying, playing Quidditch, spells, and muggle stuff, like computers, TV, films, that kind of thing. Um... I don't like Snape a whole lot," Sirius laughed out loud at this, "But I like Potions lessons. My favourite food is strawberry ice cream, my favourite colour is blue, my favourite smell....I don't actually have one." He was quiet for a second, before his next speech seemed to burst from him. "AndIthinkIkindalikeguysnotgirls."
Sirius was quiet for a second while he deciphered this. He looked at Harry, and could tell how hard that had been to say. He smiled, a reassuring smile, and held out his arms. Harry had never been hugged before, except from a couple of people like Hermione and Hagrid. It was nice, comfortable, like they'd known each other for years. One of the things Harry had always wanted most was to remember a hug from one of his parents, and this felt like it.
"So do you like anyone at the moment?" Sirius asked, whilst Harry's head was buried in his shoulder.
The muffled reply sounded similar to "Yes, I fancy Draco." But Sirius wasn't sure.
Harry looked up at his godfather, and spoke. "So, come on, I want to know about you."
Sirius thought for a while. He'd lived in Azkaban for the past decade and a half, and had only been free a few weeks, so he was still discovering things he liked.
"Well, I'm still not sure what I like, Harry, I haven't lived my life for so long. But I'll give it a go. I like spending time with the only family I have, and I like television and things like that too. I don't like being alone, I've had enough of that. I mean, I'm okay when everyone's asleep, but when everyone's awake, and I'm lonely, that's when I remember things I'd rather not remember."
"Like what?"
"Like going to visit my godson one night and finding his parents dead, and feeling so scared that all I could do was run. Or remembering Azkaban. That's not so bad though, because I then remember that I kept my sanity throughout that time, while many others didn't."
Harry felt sorry for Sirius; he couldn't begin to imagine the things he'd gone through. Sure, he'd battled the greatest dark wizard that ever lived, many a time, but each time he'd won. He'd survived 10 years with his horrible family, but again he was fine. But, seeing two people you loved very much, dead, he couldn't imagine that.
Sirius spoke again. "Anyway, my favourite food is chicken, and my favourite colour is red. I love the smell of fresh air, most would say it has no smell, but you try being holed up in prison for a decade or so then you co out into the fresh air. It has a smell then."
Harry smiled at this. He looked at his godfather, happy that he had someone after all these years that he was proud to call family.
The two were still sitting in the kitchen, arguing over television and films, when Draco arrived home. He wandered back into the kitchen, and looked at the scene before him, a family scene, filled with love, tears came to his eyes. Harry looked up, and saw the pain in Draco's eyes, just before he bolted up to his room. Harry looked at Sirius, whose own eyes simply said 'go after him'.
Harry raced after his friend, and arrived at Draco's room just as the door slammed. He knocked on the door, and heard a faint "Go away." he knocked even harder and called through to Draco.
"What's wrong? Let me in, Draco, and we can talk." As the lock clicked to open, Harry turned the door handle and entered the room.
"Hey." His voice was calming, soft. Draco looked up. Harry saw his red eyes and walked over to the bed, and sat on the edge. "What's up Draco, why are you upset?" Another sob was his answer. Harry put his arms around his friend, and hugged him close.
When Draco's sobs subsided, Harry asked again why he was crying. Draco looked at him, the hurt still evident in his eyes.
"This'll sound so petty Harry, but when I saw you and Sirius downstairs, like a family, it was a reminder of what I don't have anymore, what I've lost."
Harry didn't know what to say to this. He wasn't very good at comforting people. He just hugged Draco again. Sirius called up the stairs that lunch was ready, and Harry left Draco to compose himself before coming downstairs. Harry told Sirius why Draco was upset before said person entered the room.
Sirius looked over at the paler boy during lunch, and spoke. "Draco, I just wanted you to know that this is your home too. I wasn't sure at first, but now you're part of the family too, not just me and Harry." Harry looked at Draco, who was now smiling.
"That's one of the nicest things I've ever been told. Thanks Sirius. But, I have to ask, why weren't you sure at first?"
"Because I'd heard about the way you two were with each other, but Dumbledore had this weird plan that putting you two together over the summer would make you become friends. As it was, you already seemed to be friends when you arrived in his study, so the plan was already working."
"Oh, okay. Thanks for telling me." Draco looked at Harry, who seemed as surprised as he was at this revelation. The three chatted for a while until they had finished eating.
Draco and Harry went to play on the computer after lunch, arguing over which game to play as usual. Draco wanted to play a car racing game, while Harry was very fond of 'The Sims'. They decided instead to use the Internet.
Draco checked his e-mail first. There were some junk mail ones, and one from Hermione.
~~# the e-mail #~~
To: blonde_dragon@hotmail.com From: mione_granger@hotmail.com Subject: Re: Look at me!
Hey Draco.
Just a short note to say I forgive you. We weren't always nice to you either. Of course we can start from scratch, let's see. I'm Hermione Granger, I'm 17, and I live in London with my parents. It's nice to meet you.
Anyway, see you soon Draco, I have to go and e-mail Harry now.
From Hermione xx
~~# end e-mail #~~
Harry smiled at this, it seemed as though Draco and Hermione were going to get along just fine. He then opened his e-mail account, to read his e-mail from his best friend.
~~# the e-mail #~~
To: harry_james_potter@hotmail.com From: mione_granger@hotmail.com Subject: Meeting up?
Hi Harry. I was just wondering when we can meet up in Diagon Alley? It'll have to be after your birthday, because we don't get our letters till then. I can't believe we're going to be 7th years! It's a shame Ron won't be able to be there, but he'll be in our hearts, don't you think? Harry, I have to go now, but I'll phone you soon, if you can give me the phone number. Love to you, Draco and Sirius, see you soon.
Love, Hermione xxx
~~# end e-mail #~~
Harry smiled at his own e-mail, even though he felt a pang of sadness when he thought of Ron. Draco seemed to sense this, and gave Harry a quick hug.
The boys were still playing on the computer when Sirius called them for dinner.
Author's note: Wow! I'm really surprised how long this chapter is, I just kept typing and I couldn't think of a good place to stop!! Hope you enjoy!
Chapter Five-Talking
Draco travelled by Floo the next morning, back to his old house. He told Harry and Sirius that he would be about two hours; he had a lot to sort out. He'd sworn he would be fine; he couldn't be in danger since there were so many spells surrounding the house. Harry saw him off, trying to think of a good way to drop the words 'Be careful' casually into the conversation. Instead, he shouted the two words as the green flames swallowed Draco.
Once Draco had gone, Harry went to find his godfather. He had sounded solemn when he had mentioned a chat. Harry wondered what was up.
He found Sirius in the kitchen, making a drink.
"Hey." Harry said.
"Harry! Do you want a drink?"
"No thanks. Um, Sirius? You said yesterday you wanted to talk to me about stuff?"
Sirius' smile faded. "Yeah. I thought you might like to hear some things about your parents, if you wanted to. Then maybe, we can talk about other stuff, I've never been able to speak to you for more than a few minutes in the three years I've known you. We don't know each other that well, do we?"
Harry grinned at this. "Nope! But, yeah, I'd love to hear stuff about my parents."
Sirius took a deep breath. This could be hard for both of them. "I used to talk to your mother, just like we're talking now; we used to talk about anything that came into our heads, usually while your dad was at work. She told me once, that she wanted three children, a boy and two girls." He smiled sorrowfully. "She even had names chosen for her three children."
Harry was curious. "What were the names?"
"The boy was going to be called Harry, and she wanted her two girls to be called Zoë and Amelia. I've often sat up asking questions, they were never answered of course, but it made me feel better to ask. I wondered if you would be famous if your parents weren't killed, and would you have two little sisters? Would you have been a weaker person if your parents were still alive?"
Harry answered this question for his godfather. "Possibly. Think about it, the only thing that made me strong was having to stand up for myself all the time. At the Dursley's, at school, when I met Voldemort.
Sirius didn't know what to say to this. The two sat in silence for a few minutes, before Sirius spoke again.
"So, tell me some things about you. What do you like doing, what don't you like, your favourite food, colour, smell, etc."
Harry was surprised at how quickly they had jumped from his parents to him. He was quiet for a moment, thinking about his answers.
"Um, well, I like flying, playing Quidditch, spells, and muggle stuff, like computers, TV, films, that kind of thing. Um... I don't like Snape a whole lot," Sirius laughed out loud at this, "But I like Potions lessons. My favourite food is strawberry ice cream, my favourite colour is blue, my favourite smell....I don't actually have one." He was quiet for a second, before his next speech seemed to burst from him. "AndIthinkIkindalikeguysnotgirls."
Sirius was quiet for a second while he deciphered this. He looked at Harry, and could tell how hard that had been to say. He smiled, a reassuring smile, and held out his arms. Harry had never been hugged before, except from a couple of people like Hermione and Hagrid. It was nice, comfortable, like they'd known each other for years. One of the things Harry had always wanted most was to remember a hug from one of his parents, and this felt like it.
"So do you like anyone at the moment?" Sirius asked, whilst Harry's head was buried in his shoulder.
The muffled reply sounded similar to "Yes, I fancy Draco." But Sirius wasn't sure.
Harry looked up at his godfather, and spoke. "So, come on, I want to know about you."
Sirius thought for a while. He'd lived in Azkaban for the past decade and a half, and had only been free a few weeks, so he was still discovering things he liked.
"Well, I'm still not sure what I like, Harry, I haven't lived my life for so long. But I'll give it a go. I like spending time with the only family I have, and I like television and things like that too. I don't like being alone, I've had enough of that. I mean, I'm okay when everyone's asleep, but when everyone's awake, and I'm lonely, that's when I remember things I'd rather not remember."
"Like what?"
"Like going to visit my godson one night and finding his parents dead, and feeling so scared that all I could do was run. Or remembering Azkaban. That's not so bad though, because I then remember that I kept my sanity throughout that time, while many others didn't."
Harry felt sorry for Sirius; he couldn't begin to imagine the things he'd gone through. Sure, he'd battled the greatest dark wizard that ever lived, many a time, but each time he'd won. He'd survived 10 years with his horrible family, but again he was fine. But, seeing two people you loved very much, dead, he couldn't imagine that.
Sirius spoke again. "Anyway, my favourite food is chicken, and my favourite colour is red. I love the smell of fresh air, most would say it has no smell, but you try being holed up in prison for a decade or so then you co out into the fresh air. It has a smell then."
Harry smiled at this. He looked at his godfather, happy that he had someone after all these years that he was proud to call family.
The two were still sitting in the kitchen, arguing over television and films, when Draco arrived home. He wandered back into the kitchen, and looked at the scene before him, a family scene, filled with love, tears came to his eyes. Harry looked up, and saw the pain in Draco's eyes, just before he bolted up to his room. Harry looked at Sirius, whose own eyes simply said 'go after him'.
Harry raced after his friend, and arrived at Draco's room just as the door slammed. He knocked on the door, and heard a faint "Go away." he knocked even harder and called through to Draco.
"What's wrong? Let me in, Draco, and we can talk." As the lock clicked to open, Harry turned the door handle and entered the room.
"Hey." His voice was calming, soft. Draco looked up. Harry saw his red eyes and walked over to the bed, and sat on the edge. "What's up Draco, why are you upset?" Another sob was his answer. Harry put his arms around his friend, and hugged him close.
When Draco's sobs subsided, Harry asked again why he was crying. Draco looked at him, the hurt still evident in his eyes.
"This'll sound so petty Harry, but when I saw you and Sirius downstairs, like a family, it was a reminder of what I don't have anymore, what I've lost."
Harry didn't know what to say to this. He wasn't very good at comforting people. He just hugged Draco again. Sirius called up the stairs that lunch was ready, and Harry left Draco to compose himself before coming downstairs. Harry told Sirius why Draco was upset before said person entered the room.
Sirius looked over at the paler boy during lunch, and spoke. "Draco, I just wanted you to know that this is your home too. I wasn't sure at first, but now you're part of the family too, not just me and Harry." Harry looked at Draco, who was now smiling.
"That's one of the nicest things I've ever been told. Thanks Sirius. But, I have to ask, why weren't you sure at first?"
"Because I'd heard about the way you two were with each other, but Dumbledore had this weird plan that putting you two together over the summer would make you become friends. As it was, you already seemed to be friends when you arrived in his study, so the plan was already working."
"Oh, okay. Thanks for telling me." Draco looked at Harry, who seemed as surprised as he was at this revelation. The three chatted for a while until they had finished eating.
Draco and Harry went to play on the computer after lunch, arguing over which game to play as usual. Draco wanted to play a car racing game, while Harry was very fond of 'The Sims'. They decided instead to use the Internet.
Draco checked his e-mail first. There were some junk mail ones, and one from Hermione.
~~# the e-mail #~~
To: blonde_dragon@hotmail.com From: mione_granger@hotmail.com Subject: Re: Look at me!
Hey Draco.
Just a short note to say I forgive you. We weren't always nice to you either. Of course we can start from scratch, let's see. I'm Hermione Granger, I'm 17, and I live in London with my parents. It's nice to meet you.
Anyway, see you soon Draco, I have to go and e-mail Harry now.
From Hermione xx
~~# end e-mail #~~
Harry smiled at this, it seemed as though Draco and Hermione were going to get along just fine. He then opened his e-mail account, to read his e-mail from his best friend.
~~# the e-mail #~~
To: harry_james_potter@hotmail.com From: mione_granger@hotmail.com Subject: Meeting up?
Hi Harry. I was just wondering when we can meet up in Diagon Alley? It'll have to be after your birthday, because we don't get our letters till then. I can't believe we're going to be 7th years! It's a shame Ron won't be able to be there, but he'll be in our hearts, don't you think? Harry, I have to go now, but I'll phone you soon, if you can give me the phone number. Love to you, Draco and Sirius, see you soon.
Love, Hermione xxx
~~# end e-mail #~~
Harry smiled at his own e-mail, even though he felt a pang of sadness when he thought of Ron. Draco seemed to sense this, and gave Harry a quick hug.
The boys were still playing on the computer when Sirius called them for dinner.