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Chapter 9: When Thought They Were Gone

31st July 1990

"Padfoot get up you lazy git, its my birthday" Harry whined at his Godfather who Harry and Remus had been waiting for as he said he would be downstairs for Harry's breakfast. That was 30 minutes ago.

"Ummm, Hppy Brthdy Hawy, Padfoot needs sleep." Sirius mumbled, not even half-awake at this time of morning, 7:30am, which was like the middle of the night to him.

This did not deter Harry who was well accustomed to his Godfather's love of his bed and sleep; he loved it like he would love his own child, God forbid if he ever had one. Harry though due to his advancement in Magic and his love of reading books, mainly prank books, as the cottage contained the most of these knew what to do. Harry wanted to do two charms at once but as that would mean one had to be done with wandless magic, Harry was not advanced enough to do more than one or two curses without being tired so that was out the picture. He knew what to do; he would do one after the other. He knew the perfect way to wake Sirius up, and Sirius wouldn't like it one bit.

Mumbling "see you later" in pretence to Sirius who was know doubt already asleep again; Harry got to the door then turned round. He quickly cast a silencing charm on his feet and proceeded to go back to the bed. Standing over the prone form of Sirius he muttered "Sonorous" while pointing the wand at his own voice. Then he bellowed:

"Clamor Campana" A very loud bell noise, around the loudness of an aeroplane flying directly overhead woke Sirius up with a jump that would of equalled the Pole Vault world record. He wasn't finished though.

"FIRE, PADFOOT, FIRE" Harry then screamed in a voice of mock terror. This proceeded to get Sirius to try and get out of bed still wrapped in the cover. Needless to say 10 seconds later Sirius was laying on the floor fighting to get his cover off. Once he had succeeded he jumped to his feet right in time to be met by Harry's next charm.

"Fluvius" Harry shouted concentrating hard on making the curse powerful. Sirius and Remus had taught him that if a wizard really wanted too, they could make a curse more powerful by concentrating and willing yourself to put more power in to it. It rather surprised him that it worked.

Sirius who had just worked his way to his feet was getting his wand out to probably cast the exact same charm when a powerful wave of ice cold water hit him knocking him back onto his bed spluttering.

Remus who had heard the noises from the kitchen came rushing upstairs to see Sirius raise from the floor just to get knocked back to the bed. Remus couldn't take the sight any more and made his presence known by laughing uncontrollably and leaning against the door frame for support at the goldfish look on his friend's face.

"Come on Padfoot, breakfast, don't be long will you!" With that Harry calmly walked past Remus and headed downstairs. Remus promptly followed leaving Sirius to curse words that ten-year-olds shouldn't know existed let alone hear.

Ten minutes later Harry and Remus were seated at the table making small talk while eating their breakfast, pancakes, Harry's favourite, when Sirius entered.

To say that Sirius looked angry at being woken up that way was an understatement. He looked like he would rather watch Severus Snape get intimate with a woman then watch the scene over and over again in a pensieve.

"Harry, I know that it is your birthday but you really shouldn't abuse the gift God gave you by abusing your Godfather." Sirius spoke in a deadly quiet voice that tried to sound authoritative.

This only made Harry and Remus burst out laughing louder than ever and made Sirius look even angrier. After a minute of constant laughing at him Sirius relented and joined in.

"Okay Harry, I forgive you. I would have been proud if you had done it Remus, but why me?" Sirius ended on a whine.

"Padfoot you're so funny." Harry said to the pouting form of his Godfather.

"Anyway Harry, we both know what you want on this day, presents!" Remus told the boy with a clap of his hands.

Harry led the way to the living room and saw just one present in a small sized box. He walked over thinking that this must be quite important to be his only gift. Although he was getting less as he got older, he still got more than one present. He carefully ripped open the wrapping paper and then the box and picked out the content, an old shoe.

The goldfish look on Harry's face was almost as priceless as Sirius's face earlier and Sirius got retribution on his Godson by laughing wildly at the look on his Godsons face. Harry regained composure.

"I know we are poor, but you could at least have brought me a matching pair. Now where are my presents you good for nothing gits." Harry grinned drawing his wand in a threatening gesture.

"Harry, have you heard of a place called Diagon Alley?" Remus asked with a large grin on his face.

"Of course I have, it is in every book here, why?" Harry replied with curiosity building in his voice.

"That boot is a Portkey that will take us to Diagon Alley, to get you your wand and other presents." Sirius grinned.

"A Portkey?" Harry was confused but happy.

"It takes you from one place to another." Remus answered.

Sirius and Remus then planned Harry for the visit by giving him a full makeover with the strongest glamour charms the pair could manage and told him his name was to be James White and Sirius and Remus would be his two uncles, Harry White and Mark White. They went over loads of rules and told Harry that if anything bad happened he was to run to a pub called the Leaky Cauldron.

Harry by now was bouncing around the room delighted. The clock struck ten and the two adults told him to hold on to the boot and when the clock struck ten, Harry left the cottage for the first time in his life since being there.

Diagon Alley was magnificent to Harry, it was intense and warm, and he loved it.

The day in Diagon Alley passed in a blur. Harry got new books and Flourish and Bolts, new Quidditch and Potion making equipment and he had the biggest ice cream sundae available at Florecean Fortescues. Harry's last present was a wand of his own, meaning he didn't have to use his Dads old one. It was to be the last shop Harry, Sirius and Remus visited before they made their way home.

All three approached the door with caution, Harry having been filled in by his two guardians about the odd, strange and unpredictable nature of the owner of the shop Mr. Ollivander. They opened the battered door with a loud creak and the three walked together into the small cramped shop.

"Hello, Hogwarts already?" Ollivander questioned with a look of curiosity on his face as he studied the young child standing in front of the two adults who looked very protective.

"Yes, we are going on vacation soon and won't have an opportunity to get his wand before Hogwarts starts." Remus explained in a cool voice that held an even tone.

"Well we had better get on with it then, what is your name please?" Ollivander inquired to the child

"James White sir" Harry answered in his most innocent of tones.

"No need for the sir young man, now what is your wand arm." Ollivander said this while pulling a tape measure from his pocket.

"My right arm." Harry replied holding out the said arm when Mr. Ollivander asked.

"I don't know how long this will take so you two are welcome to have a seat." Ollivander politely told Sirius and Remus who took the offered seats, which were dusty old chairs that looked like they had not seen daylight in decades.

Ollivander then took to measuring Harry and after several minutes of movement and frantic muttering to himself, Ollivander stood up and went over to the counter and pulled a box off from the shelf behind it.

"Here try this one first, its Maple and Ash with Unicorn hair, 9 inches, very sturdy, great for Charms." Ollivander said handing the wand to Harry who knew immediately when he touched it that this wand was wrong and so did Ollivander.

For the next hour it was the same, Ollivander would hand Harry a wand and take it back immediately. As the time went on he was going more and more to the back at the store muttering " I wonder".

Harry was getting puzzled that it took Ollivander longer and longer to return each time he went to the back of his shop. He voiced this question to Remus who told him that Harry seemed to be a very hard case for a wand and that most people only tried one or two not one or two hundred.

When Ollivander came back a couple of minutes later he was holding two very well decorated and cared for boxes and the look on his face was a mix of curiosity, joy and puzzlement.

He opened the first box and pulled out a very dark wand that Harry knew seemed wrong straight away.

"Here try this one, it's made from Dark Maple with Griffin hair core" At this Sirius and Remus let out a gasp "13 and a half inches, very powerful yet rigid." Ollivander finished handing the wand to Harry who as soon as he touched it felt terrible. He roughly handed it back to Mr. Ollivander who had an indecipherable expression on his face.

"So there is only one left, I was saving this for another client but I don't think I will be seeing him for a while." Ollivander said this while peering intently at Harry. "This wand is holly, 11 inches, very supple, supplied with a single phoenix feather." Ollivander explained this very slow like it was meant to mean something to Harry who just kept a blank look on his face.

As soon as Harry touched the wand he felt it, power, raw unfiltered power. A split second later the physical representation of this power exploded. The room was filled with sparks of every colour imaginable and everyone in the room could almost taste the power coming off the young man. All three men were shocked but none more so than Harry. When he touched his Dads wand for the first time, a small shower of red sparks were emitted but nothing like this. It was like comparing the Chudley Cannons to Puddlemore United.

Harry stood there when the sparks died down looking very confused and dizzy. Then Sirius did the dumbest thing known to man. He pulled his wand out and conjured Harry a glass of water. One sight of the wand sent Ollivander into a quivering wreck. Remus knew why, Mr. Ollivander remembered every one he sold and Sirius Black's wand was not an exception. He quickly dived behind the counter with superb agility for a man so old. For a moment Remus fought he was going to curse them but what he did next shocked them. He must of hit an equivalent to a muggle panic button and every place locked and both men felt a variety of wards that were quite strong erect round the shop.

Sirius went and pulled Harry close to the pair while cursing under his breath and went about looking at the wards while waving his wand muttering diagnostic incantations.

He spoke with Remus in hushed tones and decided the best thing to do was to blast through the door. It would be no easy job due to the wards but Sirius reckoned that all three of them together could do it as Harry had just recently learnt it but Sirius hoped that his new wand would help.

Just as they were about to blast the door Ollivander spoke one last time:

"What do you want from me, I mean you no harm, please don't take me prisoner, take anything you want just don't hurt me, I have a family." Ollivander pleaded

"Ollivander contrary to belief we are not evil just look into the facts yourself." Remus told Ollivander quickly.

"On three, one, two, THREE!" Sirius shouted and a split second later a cry of "REDUCTO" issued from all three mouths simultaneously and with an explosion that rocked the building to its core as the wards cracked as half the front wall was blown out.

The three rushed out onto the street leaving behind a dazed and very confused Mr. Ollivander who was left deep in thought.

Sirius, Harry and Remus still in disguise ran down the Alley and quickened their pace when they heard a multitude of pops signalling apparition and footsteps following theirs. They had just entered the alley where the Portkey was and just as Harry tucked his wand into his other back pocket, next to his Dads and touched the Portkey. When all three had a grip Sirius muttered "Portus" and all three were transported.

This ride was different than the last and Harry hated it, it was like he was being pulled in different directions very hard. They landed in an empty stone room and all three panicked for a moment and then voices were heard.

"Expelliarmus" Two voices cried as Remus and Sirius had their wands taken off of them before they realised what was happening. Then an ice-cold voice spoke that chilled Harry to the bone spoke.

"Hello boys, what a pleasure to see you. Good day for it." The voice was full of pure malicious hatred.

Sirius looked up from the floor and snarled.

AN

This chapter is now finished, ignore the earlier AN I posted, the chapter has been re-done.

I told you I would get another chapter out by the time I left today, I owe it to you for the wait you had and the wait you are about to endure. The next chapter should be up around the 23/24th of Feb. It's already planned out so I will try my best to get it up ASAP for you guys.

A Cliffie, Ha Ha Ha Ha!

Oh well, you only have to wait ten days for the answer!

I'm so evil, I'm so evil, Lets hear it everyone, one more time!

Yana5: Wandless Magic will come into it later for Harry, I still thinks he's too young to have it and be able to use it well without being classed super powerful as not many wizards can do it altogether.

Thanks to my ever-faithful reviewers!

Cheers

Halstead