Chapter Three: Every Action has a reaction...

Some muggles had gotten out of their cars, and James had his hand over his mouth in horror, "Harry!" He said, weakly.

The traffic was now letting up and James heard sirens. That's when he stepped on it, and manuvered himself through the traffic as fast as he could... Panic was written all over James Potter's face... the sickening sensation slipped through his stomach and coiled around his intestines, as he felt the hollow feeling of what he had done to his oldest son. He looked over at Harry and pain swelled up in his throat. What did he do! He's made a mess of everything.

"Harry! Please son wake up!" he nudged Harry who didn't move. He was against the glass, and James stopped in front of his house and leaned over, dusting the glass off his son.

The door opened and Lily came out with Sommer. James' face turned to horror as he got out and ran around to the car.

"James what are you an..." her eyes widen, "JAMES! What happened!" she ran over, as Sommer shrieked, "Bubby!"

James didn't speak as he opened the door and Harry fell over into his arms, unconscious.

"I'm going to get Madam Pomfery." Lily decided not to ask questions right now as she fled into the house.

James groaned as he lifted his son, who was heavier than he had thought...

The fear was inside of James now. He wondered if he would be hauled into Azkaban for this! For the abuse of his own son, not to mention the boy who destroyed Voldemort. Oh this wasn't good... but more than that ran through James as he entered the room and laid Harry on the couch. His head slumped over onto his shoulder. Bending down he checked Harry's face to see cuts on side of his head and a large bruise on his cheek.

James bowed his head in shame and placed his face in his hands. "I'm so sorry." He whispered. "I'm so sorry Harry! I didn't mean too."

Lily came back in, "She's... on her way! Get the glass off him what happen? Did you two wreck?" she asked horrified, as she used her wand to clean the glass off Harry. She bent down to examine it as Sommer squealed, "Bubby! Hut! Hut hut!" she squealed, tears in her emerald eyes.

"Bubby be all right. James... James!" she grabbed his hands, and pulled them away, "What happened?"

"I lost it Lily. I lost it." he whispered.

She gasped, "YOU did this?" she was breathing heavily. "You hit him? You did THIS!"

"I.. I back handed him and he hit the glass." James said, horrified with himself.

Lily couldn't believe this, she shook her head and turned back to Harry who was waking, just as Madam Pomfery entered, "Lily! What happened?" she asked horrified, as she ran over to Harry who was on the couch.

"Uh... a muggle car accident." said Lily, glaring at James, who crossed his arms, and sat there staring at his son in horror.

As Harry awoke he felt a ringing in his ear, and pain on the side of his head and face. He tried to move but someone stopped him, "Don't move Mr. Potter." said the voice.

"Eh?" Harry tried to move his head but the person near him stopped him from moving.

"What's your name?" said the voice, as Harry felt a spell hit him.

'His name?' thought Harry. 'Is she stupid?' he thought to himself, groaning. "What do you think it is." Harry grumbled as he coughed.

"See he has his attitude. I say he'll be just fine. Harry, sit up and drink this!" It was Madam Pomfery. Was he back at school all ready?

A second later Harry struggled up into a sitting position, he still had his eyes closed, as his hand wrapped around a phial he smelled it. Must be a healing potion.

He felt the liquid smoothly go down his throat, and all the aches and pains soon vanished.

"You're going to have one nasty little scar that won't go away." she said touching it.

Harry opened his eyes, and blinked, as he seen Madam Pomfery in front of his face.

"How you feeling Mr. Potter?" she asked, feeling his head, and using her wand to check for a concussion.

"Fine." He mumbled, and glanced around him. He seen Sommer sobbing into her teddy bear, and his mother was looking upset, worried, and frightened at once.

His eyes fell on his father, and a look of disgust and revoltion swam upon his features, as James Potter looked away from his son not daring to look at him.

"Here Harry, take this tomorrow, see if your scar will go away!"

"What scar?" he asked, groggily, just as Sommer jumped into his arms, with a squeal, "Bubby life! Bubby life!" her arms wrapped around him as he held her to him.

"I'm fine sis." Madam Pomfery gave him a pocket mirror, and handed it to him, and he looked on the side of his face to see a large scar from the his temple down to his cheek. "It's quite deep. So we'll keep trying to get rid of it. If not.."

"It's fine." mumbled Harry, as he felt Sommer bury herself into his shirt.

"Sommer, I think I have glass on me." He told her.

"I got it off." said Lily softly.

Madam Pomfery did one last check, "James, I think I ought to check you out! If you were in a car accident you could have a head injury."

Harry almost snorted, as he heard this, and looked the other way. "No Poppy, I'm just fine." said James in a resigned voice.

Harry sat there stiffly, looking the other way. After five minutes of Poppy arguing with James, she finally disapparated out.

It was just the three of them including Sommer.

"Harry! How you feeling baby?" Lily ran over wrapping her arms around him but he flinched them off. "Don't touch me." he said in a cold quiet voice..

She moved and looked over at James, who didn't know what to say. "I'm sorry."

Harry didn't look at him. "Sommer, will you go get me a water?" he asked, his sister, who nodded, "Yefs bubby! Hold Bippy!" she handed him her teddy bear. She crawled off and ran out of the room, that's when Harry made his move and jumped up placing the teddy bear down.

"Where you going!" Lily stood as Harry made it to the door.

"I'm out of here! I'm not staying in a house with that bastard." Harry snarled and pointed to James with disgust. But, before Lily could protest Harry exited out into the cold chilly weather.

As Harry walked down the street and toward the park, he pulled out the mirror shakily, "Sirius!"

It was a moment before Sirius' face popped in, "Harry! Hey bud..." he frowned seeing Harry's face, and the scar, "What happened?"

"Come get me." said Harry quietly.

"Harry what happened? Who did that to you? I've never seen that scar?"

"It just happened." said Harry.

"Who?" asked Sirius.

"Dad."

Sirius mouth fell open, "I'm there!" a moment later he was gone and two seconds later, he popped in at the park and grabbed Harry and touched his face, and examined the scar. "Oh god! Harry! This is deep what happened?"

Harry who was shaken with cold, sat on the park bench, and stared down at the ground and told Sirius how he had enough and had told his father exactly how he felt, "That's when he back handed me. The momentum caused my head to hit the windshield. It busted."

Sirius' face had horror and complete shock on it. The animagus grabbed Harry and pulled him into him, Harry tried to protest, "I'm fine!"

"No your not! Your shaken!" Stated Sirius as a fact.

"No no! I'm just cold!" insisted Harry, he hated to feel weak.

"Harry! Its me you're talking too. Let your guard down." he instructed Harry.

Harry winced, "I'm fine! I really am." he said, trying to move but the grip was to strong and Harry soon gave up.

"I'm sorry Harry! Your not sick are you? With a concussion are you?" he asked, touching Harry's head, for any sign of scars or cuts.

Harry shook his head, "No, I'm OK." he yawned, "Just tired."

"Let's go to my cottage." he suggested.

"How we getting there?" asked Harry.

Sirius pulled out a broken cellular phone. "I always have an emergency port key on hand. Touch it on the count of three..."

Harry nodded, and touched it, "Penguins."

Harry's feet hit the wooden floors in the dinning room of Sirius' two bedroom cottage.

"C'mon, let's get you to bed! You need your sleep. I'm betting you lost a lot of blood." he guided Harry to the guest room that was used by either him or Remus.

It wasn't before long Harry curled up in the bed, and fell fast asleep. Sirius watched him for several long minutes like a guard dog before scowling and taking off out of the cottage... he had a bone to pick with a certain four eyed stag.

Storming into the Potter's he seen James sitting on the couch with his face in his hands.

Lily was obviously in the kitchen talking to Sommer.

"What the FUCK do you think you are doing laying a hand on your son?" Sirius roared, causing James to glance up, at his best friend, whose eyes were blazing.

"I didn't mean too..." tried James.

"You didn't mean to? I know what happened! He told me everything." He growled, as Lily came out, with Sommer.

"He was trying to tell you exactly how he felt and you couldn't handle it could you? You can't stand to think for one minute that you two may be completely wrong about your son! You two are arrogant little arses!" He growled.

"Sirius! That's not fair to say! You don't know what..." Lily was cut off by Sirius.

"I don't know? I know more about your son than you could ever DREAM of!" he roared, "You two treat him as if he's a prisoner! As if he's a mistake! You don't even congratulate him when he does something right!"

Sirius was pacing his eyes flashing anger, "You don't realize what that boy goes through do you? You think you both are all knowing!" he made hand gestures, as James looked up at him, and Lily's mouth was open.

"Want me to tell you someone else who was all knowing eh?" Sirius shot. "I know someone else who thought they knew best! Who thought they knew their son! My MOTHER! My evil conscious mother!"

"Where's Harry now?" asked Lily, concerned.

"I have him. He's asleep. I can't believe you James. Of all the stupid things you've ever done this is the lowest. You two don't listen to him! You don't sit down and think... hmm... maybe, I'm going about this all wrong. Maybe, something needs to be done! Maybe you need to open your ears and listen to what the kid has to say before you judge him before you punish him or blame him for something."

Lily was now sitting the couch, as Sommer walked over, "Siri! Geev bubby Bippy! He fergot eem!" she handed the teddy bear to Sirius who smiled, and lifted Sommer.

"This little girl right here is a good example, how wrong you are about your son!"

They looked up at Sirius who shook his head, "Have you ever seen a brother, love his sister as much as Harry does?" he smirked seeing their faces. "Has Harry ever argued, glared or said anything nasty out of the way to Sommer?"

He nodded, "I didn't think so. You should realize just because he's an ambitious cunning Slytherin doesn't make him evil doesn't make him a bad person to watch out for. If memory serves me correctly the biggest traitor that ever walked this planet is a Gryffindor!" Sirius announced.

James closed his eyes, "I get it! I didn't mean too! I lost my temper. He was calling us hippocrits..."

"And he's right." Sirius snapped.

Lily frowned, "He never gives us respect."

"Because you don't give him any! To receive you have to give."

James sighed, "Can I go over and talk to him?" he stood, but Sirius glared at him, "I don't think that's a good idea right now. He might kill you if you go over there." Sirius answered.

"How did YOU become the parent!" grumbled Lily standing and crossing her arms, feeling quite upset, that wild Sirius was telling them how to be a parent.

"Probably, because I remember what its like to be a teenager. You two have obviously forgotten!" he shook his head, "I bet you a thousand galleons that you don't know anything about your son."

"That's not true! We know everything about him!" Lily protested, getting angry.

"OK... what's his favorite color? Favorite band? What does he want to do when he graduates? What's his favorite subject? What's his favorite food?" he challenged.

James and Lily looked at each other, "Blue!" tried Lily. "Uh... Quidditch player!" said James.

Sommer giggled, "Bubby loves black!" she answered.

Sirius smirked, "One for Sommer."

"What's his favorite band?" he asked. "Er..." "The Weird Sisters?" tried James.

Sirius snorted, "Yeah right." he answered. "Your kidding me?" rolling his eyes Sirius answered, "Ac Dc and Metallica? He blares them in his room!"

"Loud song!" answered Sommer.

"But I got Quidditch Player eh?" asked James hopefully.

Sirius shook his head, "No. Harry wants to be an Unspeakable. He wants to be behind the scenes something mysterious. Favorite food happens to be pizza with everything but onions and green peppers..."

"He loves Transfiguration!" said Lily.

"Defense Against the Dark Arts." answered Sirius lamely. "See what I'm saying? You don't know anything about your son! So don't think you do."

James and Lily felt stupid at the moment.

James sighed, "What are we to do! I've really ruined everything. I didn't mean to do it. I really didn't."

Lily sighed softly, "I feel so horrible."

Sirius thought about this, "Let him stay with me for a while. Let him, let off the steam and then maybe we can all meet up and MAYBE, I can you win Harry back. But you can't make Harry do this all the way! You have to meet that boy halfway."

Lily and James just stared at each other before nodding in agreement, "Ok."

"Do you agree that he will be staying with me the rest of the week?"

"He's still..."

"May I remind you, you about knocked the brains out of your own son!" Sirius said dangerously. "Don't you think you two have punished him enough."

James and Lily nodded, "Yeah. I'll go up and get him a few things."

"I'll do it!" said Sirius putting Sommer down, who was looking confused at the statements being made, not being able to understand them fully.

Harry awoke to the groggy feeling, his head was swimming. He groaned, and sat up, and rubbed his eyes.

"Hey pup! Thought you could use something to eat." said Sirius entering with a bag of McDonalds food.

A half a smile came from Harry as he moved, and let Sirius sit on the bed, "Oh, I got this from your sister." He handed, Harry the teddy bear, who chuckled, "Right." He laid it beside him, and took the bag. "Thanks Siri."

"How you feeling?" Sirius asked, touching Harry's head.

"Ok. Did you go over there?"

"Yep, gave them a piece of my mind."

Harry arched an eyebrow, "And?"

"I'm keeping you for the rest of the week. I think its best."

Harry's shoulders relaxed, and nodded. "I don't want to go around him."

Sirius sighed, "I don't excuse anything that he did, especially raising a hand to you. I told them flat out just how arrogant they were and about how little they knew of you." he looked at Harry. "I think I got through to them."

"Did you really?" said Harry. "That's a shocker! They don't listen to anyone." he bit into his Big Mac, and took a drink of the icy coke.

"I suggested that you stay with me a while. You can stay as long as you want with me, but I think they want you back."

Harry scowled deeply, "I don't want to enter that house or be anywhere near HIM."

Sirius didn't know what to say. If he said, that James was sorry then Harry would pinpoint him and think he was taking James' side...

"Well, I'll be taking you to the train station Monday morning OK?"

Harry nodded, "All right."

"Not feeling dizzy are you?"

Harry shook his head, "No. I'm feeling fine."

"Good, if you feel good enough come down with me and we'll fly around the yard."

A smile spread across Harry's face, as he nodded, and finished his food...

Being at Sirius' was a blessing. He was great, and Harry was able to relax and be his self around Sirius.

Harry even had Blaise and Tracy over. His mother firecalled over twice a day to check up on him but he hardly spoke to her. He said, yes or no, to anything she asked.

On the last day which was Sunday, they went to Diagon Alley. Walking through, the Leaky Cauldron, Harry was telling Sirius about one of the days at school where he pranked Professor McGonagall.

"That's what she gets for trying to sneak up on us Slytherins."

Sirius was laughing so hard he knealed down, and chortled, "That... that... is classic!" He sniffed, and wiped the laughing tear away, as he shook his head.

"You've taken over the marauders! Good job!" He teased, saluting Harry who just smirked, as they slid into the table.

The two had just ordered when Harry's parents came over, with Sommer who went wild, "Harry Harry!"

Harry's eyes met his parents, who smiled, "Hi Harry! Sirius!" said Lily sliding in next to Harry as Sommer slid into his lap.

Harry moved over, "Hey Sommer! Thanks for Bippy." he said, as she giggled, "I wuv you!" she squealed, hugging Harry around the neck.

James sat next to Sirius, who looked at Harry with an apology. Harry glared at Sirius who shrugged one shoulder.

"How you doing Harry? You feeling better?"

"Yeah just fine." he answered, as he bounced Sommer in his lap who giggled, and took his hand and kissed it.

"What did you order?" asked James trying to get a conversation going.

"Hey Sirius what did I order again?" asked Harry, purposely ignoring his father.

Sirius looked at him, "I think it was fish and crisps."

"Oh yeah!"

Lily looked from Harry to Sirius to James, and gulped.

"Uh... Harry when are you coming home?" she asked, softly. "We really miss you."

Harry snorted into his pumpkin juice, "I doubt that."

"Harry we do!" said Lily.

"Son, I'm so sorry! Please, look at me." insisted James, in a pleading voice.

Harry glanced up at his father with blazing green eyes. "Please forgive me."

"Remember, I'm evil! Evil wizards don't forgive do they?"

James sighed and his shoulders sagged, "You're not evil. I'm sorry for evening insinuating it."

Harry snorted, "Yeah right. I come back it'll be the same damn thing all over again."

"Langauge Harry." chastised Lily, softly.

Sommer was bouncing up and down with excitement in Harry's lap who had his arms around her.

Sirius leaned back staying out of this.

"We want you to come back." said James. "Please, don't take it out on your mother. IT's my fault."

"Yeah... she supports you on the decision!"

"I do not, Harry." said Lily, tiredly. "I don't support him. You wouldn't let me near you."

Harry just looked the other way, "Do I have to go back?" he looked at Sirius.

"You have to eventually Harry." said Lily. "Your our son! We want you back."

Harry scowled, "I might be YOUR son... but I'm not so sure I'm YOURS." He glared at James.

James felt the silky slimy feeling of rejection. Something he didn't feel very often.

"I'm sorry." he said softly. "There's nothing else I can say except, I'm sorry and I'll never do it again. I didn't mean to lose my temper. I've never lost my temper like that Harry..." he looked at the boy who was hardly able to even stand to look at the man that was his father.

"Please do you think you could give me one more shot?" asked James, his voice had a begging tone to it, and he sounded desperate.

Harry sat there, and stared down at the fish that had been brought to him. Sommer was eating some of it.

Harry shrugged, "I don't know." He admitted honestly.

James sighed, "Is that a maybe?"

Again Harry shrugged, "I do NOT know." He said slowly. He looked at Sirius, who was busy eating his meal. Harry ate the other piece of fish, in silence.

Lily wrapped her arm around Harry who flinched inwardly, at the movement. A frown creased her pretty face, "We're so sorry Harry! Please. We don't want you to stay away from us."

"I said I'll think about it." said Harry after swallowing.

Sirius gave James a look, to leave. The stag nodded understanding, "C'mon Lily! We better get going. We have a couple things to pick up."

Sommer whimpered, "I don't want to leave." she said licking her fingers of the grease.

"You can see Harry later Sommer!" Lily took a whining Sommer, and James stopped in front of Harry who glanced up.

"I'm really sorry. I hope I can make it up to you some way." He told Harry who just half shrugged, and turned to Sirius, "Pass the vinegar."

James sighed sadly, and waved at Sirius, before Lily hugged Harry tightly, "I love you baby! We both do." she kissed his cheek and left but not without several glances back.

Harry glanced up at Sirius who shook his head, "I didn't plan this." He insisted.

Harry was quiet, the rest of the meal. He finished the piece Sommer had been snacking on, before him and Sirius headed out toward Diagon Alley. After the meeting with his parents, Diagon Alley had wore out its welcome.

"I want a new trunk Padfoot. One that has a lot of locks and a big room!"

Sirius smiled, "You're not going to run away are ya?"

Harry smirked, "No, if I want to run away. I'll just run to you."

Sirius barked with laughter, and clapped Harry on the back, "That a boy! You know you can stay with me when ever you need to or want too. Never ask, you are my godson."

Harry smiled, as they entered the Owl Emporium, to stock up on the owl treats.

"I have a friend in the trunk shop Harry..." said Sirius smiling. "I'm sure we can get you a pretty good deal on a multiple compartment trunk."

After leaving Eeylops, they walked down the way and on the curb of Diagon Alley, and the small alley that lead to Knockturn, there was a tiny shop, with a sign. "Trinkets, Trunks, and Tempermental Items."

"Aw... hopefully Trent Trink is in." said Sirius opening the door.

The smell of deep leather met Harry's nose as they entered the large shop to hear magical wind chimes that were up above your head.

There were rows and rows of specially made trunks, some like Harry's and some not like Harrys. The teen had never been in this store. The other trunk store was next to Madam Malkins.

"Hey! TRENT!" shouted Sirius' loud voice, over the chiming noises of the trinkets and chimes.

A dark headed man outstepped with a large smirk on his face. "Well Sirius Orion Black! It's good to see you in my shop!" said the man who had gray peppery hair, and his dark eyes glinted with delight.

"Yeah, you've never met my godson! Harry! Harry this is my long term friend, Trent Trink!" he said, with a smile on his face.

He smirked, "Harry Potter eh?" his eyes didn't move to his scar, instead he grasped Harry's hand and shook it vigorously, "Nice to meet you! Now what can I do for you two?" he asked, pleasantly.

"Harry here needs a trunk. One that he could carry around with him at school and one with more than one compartment."

"All right!" he clapped his hands, "Follow me you two!"

He lead Harry and Sirius down an aisle of colorful trunks. "Not pink." responded Harry automatically eyeing a bright pink trunk, that looked frightening.

Laughs came from both Trent and Sirius, "No no dear boy! That one was made for the beautiful singing Sorceress Celestina Warbeck! She loves pink."

"Right..."

They stopped in the back in front of a long row of trunks. Harry's eyes gazed at them all.

"We have some with three, four, five, six, and the biggest is seven. I can't get it any bigger than seven without changing the size on the outside.

"I need one with a large room." He told the man.

Sirius just smirked, "Like Mad Eye Moody's!" said Sirius.

"Mad Eye has one?" asked Harry. He had met Mad Eye Moody on two occassions, Harry had to say he truly respected the paranoid Auror.

"Oh yeah! He's hidden a lot of people in that trunk." he winked at Harry.

"I see... well there's two really nice seven compartment trunks." he pulled two down, a royal blue one with black markings and a completely black one, nothing fancy about them.

"The first two compartments are normal size! For your school items and such. Then the third compartment is a bit bigger. The fourth is quite large, about the size of a bathroom, you could make it into a library, or a potion lab or a study. Then the fifth is quite large as well. You can make that into a guest room if you wish or what ever suits you. The sixth is the same.." He smiled, "Now, the seventh, is my favorite. It's huge. It's a bit bigger than Mr. Alastor Moody's is. This is the equivilant of two rooms this size! There is a furnished bathroom, and kitchen! The bathroom is my specialty! It has all the luxuries, the hot tub the taps, and it even shoots out bubbles with the right color potion."

Harry's eyes widen in surprise, "Wow! I have to have it! Is it in the black one? I like that."

"Yes, its in the black one. The black on is a bit bigger, You can close off the rooms to make them smaller if you like, do what ever you want with it Harry."

Harry nodded, "How much?"

He smiled, "Something like this, would run you about 10,000 galleons! But seeing as Sirius is one of my most loyal customers, I will cut the price in half."

Harry looked at Sirius who nodded, "That's a good buy. Moody got his for 7,000 and theres no bathroom in it."

Harry nodded, "Ok, I'll take it. Can you take it out of Harry Potter 1 Vault?" he asked.

"Yes, young man I can." he said, with a look of excitement. "It's been five years since someone has come in and asked for one of these. My biggest sale of the year!" he said with glee, as he practically hopped to the back.

Harry looked at Sirius and grinned, "Now, I have my own carry around party pad."

Sirius just barked iwth laughter, "You going to key it?"

"Yeah you get to have access but don't tell mum or HIM."

Sirius gave a mocked look, "What in the world do you take me for? Some kind of snitch?"

"Your not round, gold and with wings." stated Harry.

Sirius smirked, "Smart arse!" He teased.

Harry laughed, "Let's go! We have some stuff to buy." He said excitedly.

Sirius chuckled, "Glad to see you're in a better mood."

Harry just smirked, as he followed his godfather to the front.

They didn't get back home till late that evening. Harry spent the evening with his godfather, they were talking about Christmas.

"I don't know Sirius. I m ight not come home."

Sirius frown, "You can come and stay with me. I'll talk to your parents."

Harry nodded, "I want to be able to see my friends freely without them getting all pissy with me."

Sirius couldn't help but agree there, James and Lily did make to big of a fuss with Harry's friends. He wasn't friends with Malfoy. He was acquaintances, and the two respected each other to a point but they didn't hang out.

"I'll see what I can do. You all packed for the train tomorrow?"

Harry nodded, "Yeah, everythings up there in my trunk."

It wasn't till late that night, when Harry finally retreated to the guest room, and laid down on the bed staring at the ceiling. For some strange reason he felt hollow. He felt a sense of anger swell up inside of him. He didn't know why he was feeling this all of a sudden. But as he laid there and rubbed the scar on the side of his face, his anger got more intense, and to the point Harry's eyes were burning. He turned to face the wall and drew the covers and scowled, how dare a Gryffindor raise a their hand to him. NO matter who it was... Harry fell into a fitful sleep as he thought of this, and the dreams he had were quite frightening.

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