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***CHAPTER 5***
Harry couldn't help it. He could feel all the pent up anger, sadness and pain course through his veins. He felt as though he was going to explode and he knew he would if he didn't do something. He really didn't want the ministry to come after him for using magic during the terms holiday. That was where he lost all the resistance he had been using to keep all his pent up feelings inside. He burst into tears.
Mrs. Figg who is known to the wizarding world as Arabella Figg was at a lost at what to do. She felt so guilty for leaving Harry here with the Dursleys. She walked forward and hugged Harry, trying to piece has mind together to make at least one sensible sentence. Before that, she was only able to mutter I I I.. over and over again and she felt quite stupid for that.
She hugged Harry, trying to soothe his tears but ended up having tears down her cheek instead. Remembering the lullaby Lily used to sing to Harry, she sang it to him now. It is a muggle song and Lily made sure that Harry would grow up knowing both the muggle and wizarding world well. She sang softly, soothing Harry's back while she did so, also sniffing once in a while.
They have no idea how long they stood there and cry but frankly they don't really care. When Harry's sobs subsided, she let go of him and looked at him. 'Oh Harry, It's okay, it's going to be okay.' Unknown to her, that few words were actually quite true.
Recovering his senses, Harry looked up and dried his tears. He definitely felt a lot better after crying. Realizing all the work he still has to do, he spoke up 'Mrs. Figg, I'll be fine. Why don't you take a seat, I have to get these work done. With tears still blinding his eyes, he walked towards the store.
'Harry, come here.' Mrs. Figg called him to her softly. 'Why don't you have a rest today? We can have a long chat, just you and I. I know that you have a lot of questions for me but before that I'll tell you a little about myself.
'B..But what about ...What about the chores?' Harry questioned, still hesitating a little.
'You're a witch, I'm a witch, plus we both know there a spells for all this heavy chores, although after some charms, it won't be that hard anymore, would it now?
'I.. don't.. know'
'Oh, come on, Harry! If I don't tell and I know that you won't, they will never find out.'
Harry silently nodded his head and for the first time in his life, he actually saw Mrs. Figg smile. 'And here I thought she was only an old woman who's mad about cats.' He grinned a little at his thought.
With a few waves and flicks of her wand, everything suddenly looked to be in order. With a few more flicks, he found himself staring at the heartiest meal he had had since he left Hogwarts. With hungriness creeping in, he found himself unable to keep his politeness. Looking up at Mrs. Figg with eagerness, he found her watching him sharply, looking like Mrs. Weasley when she expects him to finish everything in front of him. Without waiting, He muttered thanks and started eating ravenously, thinking how nice it would be if he had meals like this everyday.
Mrs. Figg sat down on a coach nearby and sighed. She has never seen anyone this happy to see food. 'How exactly have the Dursleys been treating him? The poor boy is starving.' Mrs. Figg looked at Harry again and found that she couldn't stand looking at Harry without her anger boiling up at the Dursleys. He was so thin. His clothes were barely hanging on his shoulders. She felt so lost. She didn't know what she could do for him. 'Oh Harry!' She cried silently.
'Harry, are you feeling better? Do you want some more? I can always get you some.'
'No, thanks, Mrs. Figg. I..I was hoping ..that you could...you could...
'Tell you about your parents.' Mrs. Figg interrupted.
'Somewhere along that line, I guess.'
'With a silent mutter and a wave of her wand, Mrs. Figg cleared the table. Then she turned around and look at Harry. 'Well, I guess I'd better start from the beginning.'
'Mrs. Figg is not exactly my name. My last name is Figg and that's my name not my husband's. My name is Arabella Figg. I am not married yet actually, only engaged.' Mrs. Figg waved her wand again and this time he was completely shocked by her. Mrs.Figg..no, Arabella Figg has changed completely. She no longer looks old. She looked around his parent's age. She had long strawberry blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. She looked quite pretty actually. At that moment she recognized her. She was the lady who was standing next to his mum during his parents wedding.'
'Quite a change, isn't it?'
'You..you were the lady standing next to my mom at her wedding! But why.why do you change your appearance?'
'Harry, Why do you think Dumbledore thinks that it is better for you to stay here this year? He knows that you don't like it here. He knows that your aunt and uncle don't treat you well, Harry, he knows. Why do you think he insisted on sending you back here when almost everyone denied? He has a reason, Harry and now I am telling you what it is.'
'I doubt that you've ever read or heard about the Fidelius Charm since you've only just finish your fourth year at Hogwarts. It involves the magical concealment of a secret inside a single living soul.'
'Oh, like a secret-keeper?'
'Yes, it is the only charm with a secret keeper.'
'It was the one used on my parents, wasn't it?' Harry asked softly, Arabella could barely hear him.
'Yes, well...wait a minute, how did you know that?'
'I.I read about it when I was doing research on my parents death.'
'Oh, I guess you know..you know about Sirius Black, huh?' For a moment there, Harry wasn't sure at what he saw. Sadness, disappointment, and anger seemed to flash through her eyes for a second there. Right after that, it was gone. He wonders did he imagine it.
'Yeah, I've heard of him. If you knew my mum, you should know him too, right? I mean.I mean he was the same year with you and everything.' He fumbled quickly as he saw curiosity on Arabella's face.
Arabella's face turned darker as she replied 'Yeah, unfortunately I did. Anyway, let's come back to the charm, he isn't much to talk about.' She changed the conversation quickly while giving him a smile. Harry gave her a small smile in return, and as he did that, he could still see the darkness in her eyes. Shrugging it off, he turned back to the conversation he was having with Arabella.
'Well, since you know the charm, I'll make it short and simple. I am your secret keeper.'
'What?????' I have a secret keeper?'
Arabella gave him a smile again and answered 'Yes Harry, you have a secret keeper. I wanted to tell you bout' it before your first year but well I got sick and you never came back since.'
Harry bit his lower lip in concentration, wondering how to form his next sentence, which may sound quite offending. 'But, why the Dursleys? Wouldn't it be safer with a wizarding family if.if .I don't mean to offend you or anything..but wouldn't it be safer with a wizarding family if you.you were to maybe.just maybe work with Voldemort?'
Surprisingly, Arabella didn't flinch at the name. 'I guess so...but you see, Professor Dumbledore wasn't really looking into that. At that time, he just wanted to make sure that the Death Eaters can't find you and furthermore, he wasn't sure if Voldermort's really gone. Who better, than a bunch of muggles who never say a thing about magic? No one would ever imagine that the great Harry Potter is the boy who is mowing the lawn outside. Plus the only wizards or witches around here are you and I. There isn't a single magical people for about 50 km.'
So.. I'm guessing that you changed your appearance to hide away here.'
Well, who would imagine a poor, old woman like me would be the secret keeper for Harry Potter? Plus my cats snarls at most strangers, they just think of me as a spiteful and horrid poor old woman.' Arabella laugh a little at this and Harry soon joined in. They spent the rest of the day talking and joking with not a care in the world.
At about six in the evening, Arabella cleared everything up with a swish of her wand and changed her appearance into Mrs. Figg again. Heading towards the door she said gaily 'the Dursleys are about two kilometers away from, I'd hate to get caught laughing and joking in the other form. I better go wait in the garden and make it seem like I'm really eager to go.'
Arabella, there is this question I've been meaning to ask you. You said that you're engaged to someone, but how do you go out with him in this form. I thought you said you didn't want anyone to know or come to think of it, is he a muggle.'
Actually Harry, he is not a muggle. Sadly, I haven't seen him for about fourteen years now. I just never got to breaking off the engagement.'
Seeing Harry's curiosity, she hesitated a little ' Well seeing that your curiosity is rising above normal, I'll tell you. But you must promise not to get angry or upset. I know that he don't have a very nice history with your parents if you're looking at him from this time..Oh what the heck! He's Sirius Black.' Looking at the blank look on Harry's face she repeated it to him again 'I...am... engaged...to ...Sirius...Black.
She turned around and opened the door, then she turned around again ' One more thing before I forget, I hope that you enjoyed my company caused I'm your godmother to. I'm sorry for not doing much of a good job, but hey I'm not given much chance, am I? Well, I hope that I will get a few mails from you soon.
With that she walked towards the driveway as his uncle and aunt return.
With only two thoughts in his head, Harry stared at Arabella as she headed back to her own home.
'SIRIUS, IS ENGAGED??????' 'I HAVE A GODMOTHER?????'
I hope to get a few reviews for this. GOOD or BAD
I thank those who have reviewed. And I hope that more (good or bad) will come it is a great encouragement and with all the pointers here and there, it will definitely improve my writing skills. I'm still very new at this.
***CHAPTER 5***
Harry couldn't help it. He could feel all the pent up anger, sadness and pain course through his veins. He felt as though he was going to explode and he knew he would if he didn't do something. He really didn't want the ministry to come after him for using magic during the terms holiday. That was where he lost all the resistance he had been using to keep all his pent up feelings inside. He burst into tears.
Mrs. Figg who is known to the wizarding world as Arabella Figg was at a lost at what to do. She felt so guilty for leaving Harry here with the Dursleys. She walked forward and hugged Harry, trying to piece has mind together to make at least one sensible sentence. Before that, she was only able to mutter I I I.. over and over again and she felt quite stupid for that.
She hugged Harry, trying to soothe his tears but ended up having tears down her cheek instead. Remembering the lullaby Lily used to sing to Harry, she sang it to him now. It is a muggle song and Lily made sure that Harry would grow up knowing both the muggle and wizarding world well. She sang softly, soothing Harry's back while she did so, also sniffing once in a while.
They have no idea how long they stood there and cry but frankly they don't really care. When Harry's sobs subsided, she let go of him and looked at him. 'Oh Harry, It's okay, it's going to be okay.' Unknown to her, that few words were actually quite true.
Recovering his senses, Harry looked up and dried his tears. He definitely felt a lot better after crying. Realizing all the work he still has to do, he spoke up 'Mrs. Figg, I'll be fine. Why don't you take a seat, I have to get these work done. With tears still blinding his eyes, he walked towards the store.
'Harry, come here.' Mrs. Figg called him to her softly. 'Why don't you have a rest today? We can have a long chat, just you and I. I know that you have a lot of questions for me but before that I'll tell you a little about myself.
'B..But what about ...What about the chores?' Harry questioned, still hesitating a little.
'You're a witch, I'm a witch, plus we both know there a spells for all this heavy chores, although after some charms, it won't be that hard anymore, would it now?
'I.. don't.. know'
'Oh, come on, Harry! If I don't tell and I know that you won't, they will never find out.'
Harry silently nodded his head and for the first time in his life, he actually saw Mrs. Figg smile. 'And here I thought she was only an old woman who's mad about cats.' He grinned a little at his thought.
With a few waves and flicks of her wand, everything suddenly looked to be in order. With a few more flicks, he found himself staring at the heartiest meal he had had since he left Hogwarts. With hungriness creeping in, he found himself unable to keep his politeness. Looking up at Mrs. Figg with eagerness, he found her watching him sharply, looking like Mrs. Weasley when she expects him to finish everything in front of him. Without waiting, He muttered thanks and started eating ravenously, thinking how nice it would be if he had meals like this everyday.
Mrs. Figg sat down on a coach nearby and sighed. She has never seen anyone this happy to see food. 'How exactly have the Dursleys been treating him? The poor boy is starving.' Mrs. Figg looked at Harry again and found that she couldn't stand looking at Harry without her anger boiling up at the Dursleys. He was so thin. His clothes were barely hanging on his shoulders. She felt so lost. She didn't know what she could do for him. 'Oh Harry!' She cried silently.
'Harry, are you feeling better? Do you want some more? I can always get you some.'
'No, thanks, Mrs. Figg. I..I was hoping ..that you could...you could...
'Tell you about your parents.' Mrs. Figg interrupted.
'Somewhere along that line, I guess.'
'With a silent mutter and a wave of her wand, Mrs. Figg cleared the table. Then she turned around and look at Harry. 'Well, I guess I'd better start from the beginning.'
'Mrs. Figg is not exactly my name. My last name is Figg and that's my name not my husband's. My name is Arabella Figg. I am not married yet actually, only engaged.' Mrs. Figg waved her wand again and this time he was completely shocked by her. Mrs.Figg..no, Arabella Figg has changed completely. She no longer looks old. She looked around his parent's age. She had long strawberry blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. She looked quite pretty actually. At that moment she recognized her. She was the lady who was standing next to his mum during his parents wedding.'
'Quite a change, isn't it?'
'You..you were the lady standing next to my mom at her wedding! But why.why do you change your appearance?'
'Harry, Why do you think Dumbledore thinks that it is better for you to stay here this year? He knows that you don't like it here. He knows that your aunt and uncle don't treat you well, Harry, he knows. Why do you think he insisted on sending you back here when almost everyone denied? He has a reason, Harry and now I am telling you what it is.'
'I doubt that you've ever read or heard about the Fidelius Charm since you've only just finish your fourth year at Hogwarts. It involves the magical concealment of a secret inside a single living soul.'
'Oh, like a secret-keeper?'
'Yes, it is the only charm with a secret keeper.'
'It was the one used on my parents, wasn't it?' Harry asked softly, Arabella could barely hear him.
'Yes, well...wait a minute, how did you know that?'
'I.I read about it when I was doing research on my parents death.'
'Oh, I guess you know..you know about Sirius Black, huh?' For a moment there, Harry wasn't sure at what he saw. Sadness, disappointment, and anger seemed to flash through her eyes for a second there. Right after that, it was gone. He wonders did he imagine it.
'Yeah, I've heard of him. If you knew my mum, you should know him too, right? I mean.I mean he was the same year with you and everything.' He fumbled quickly as he saw curiosity on Arabella's face.
Arabella's face turned darker as she replied 'Yeah, unfortunately I did. Anyway, let's come back to the charm, he isn't much to talk about.' She changed the conversation quickly while giving him a smile. Harry gave her a small smile in return, and as he did that, he could still see the darkness in her eyes. Shrugging it off, he turned back to the conversation he was having with Arabella.
'Well, since you know the charm, I'll make it short and simple. I am your secret keeper.'
'What?????' I have a secret keeper?'
Arabella gave him a smile again and answered 'Yes Harry, you have a secret keeper. I wanted to tell you bout' it before your first year but well I got sick and you never came back since.'
Harry bit his lower lip in concentration, wondering how to form his next sentence, which may sound quite offending. 'But, why the Dursleys? Wouldn't it be safer with a wizarding family if.if .I don't mean to offend you or anything..but wouldn't it be safer with a wizarding family if you.you were to maybe.just maybe work with Voldemort?'
Surprisingly, Arabella didn't flinch at the name. 'I guess so...but you see, Professor Dumbledore wasn't really looking into that. At that time, he just wanted to make sure that the Death Eaters can't find you and furthermore, he wasn't sure if Voldermort's really gone. Who better, than a bunch of muggles who never say a thing about magic? No one would ever imagine that the great Harry Potter is the boy who is mowing the lawn outside. Plus the only wizards or witches around here are you and I. There isn't a single magical people for about 50 km.'
So.. I'm guessing that you changed your appearance to hide away here.'
Well, who would imagine a poor, old woman like me would be the secret keeper for Harry Potter? Plus my cats snarls at most strangers, they just think of me as a spiteful and horrid poor old woman.' Arabella laugh a little at this and Harry soon joined in. They spent the rest of the day talking and joking with not a care in the world.
At about six in the evening, Arabella cleared everything up with a swish of her wand and changed her appearance into Mrs. Figg again. Heading towards the door she said gaily 'the Dursleys are about two kilometers away from, I'd hate to get caught laughing and joking in the other form. I better go wait in the garden and make it seem like I'm really eager to go.'
Arabella, there is this question I've been meaning to ask you. You said that you're engaged to someone, but how do you go out with him in this form. I thought you said you didn't want anyone to know or come to think of it, is he a muggle.'
Actually Harry, he is not a muggle. Sadly, I haven't seen him for about fourteen years now. I just never got to breaking off the engagement.'
Seeing Harry's curiosity, she hesitated a little ' Well seeing that your curiosity is rising above normal, I'll tell you. But you must promise not to get angry or upset. I know that he don't have a very nice history with your parents if you're looking at him from this time..Oh what the heck! He's Sirius Black.' Looking at the blank look on Harry's face she repeated it to him again 'I...am... engaged...to ...Sirius...Black.
She turned around and opened the door, then she turned around again ' One more thing before I forget, I hope that you enjoyed my company caused I'm your godmother to. I'm sorry for not doing much of a good job, but hey I'm not given much chance, am I? Well, I hope that I will get a few mails from you soon.
With that she walked towards the driveway as his uncle and aunt return.
With only two thoughts in his head, Harry stared at Arabella as she headed back to her own home.
'SIRIUS, IS ENGAGED??????' 'I HAVE A GODMOTHER?????'
I hope to get a few reviews for this. GOOD or BAD
I thank those who have reviewed. And I hope that more (good or bad) will come it is a great encouragement and with all the pointers here and there, it will definitely improve my writing skills. I'm still very new at this.