Thanks for the reviews. But just a reminder to everyone that I did not
write this story so I do not take any credit for it. All the credit goes
to Brzcloud from the Harry Potter message boards. I'm just reposting it so
it would not be lost and other people can enjoy it. Sorry for the
messing up the chapters up, this is the real chapter 3.
There was a knock on the Dursley's front door. It was a hard, strict knock. Aunt Petunia answered. She shrieked when she saw Dumbledore. Uncle Vernon hurried to the door. "Get out of here!" He growled. Dumbledore brandished his wand and Vernon and Petunia backed off. Dumbledore swept past them and into the house. "Where is your nephew?" He asked coldly. At that moment, Dudley came down the stairs with his Smeltings stick. It had blood on it. Dumbledore's eyes had no twinkle. Dudley jumped back when he saw the old man. Dumbledore became infuriated and hurried up the stairs. He figured the doors with all the locks was Harry's. He unlocked all twelve chains, padlocks and deadbolts and pushed the door open. Harry was laying in a bloody heap on the floor. Dumbledore hurried into the room and bent over Harry. His eyes wandered under the bed. A Minisee was resting on under it. Sirius was staring at Harry and Dumbledore. Dumbledore pocketed the screen and lifted Harry. Harry had aquired quite a bit of muscle, and was pretty heavy. Dumbledore had no problems. Dumbledore turned to leave the room when he heard a hoot. He turned around and Hedwig was fluttering around her cage. Dumbledore waved his wand and the cage disappeared. Hedqig soared around the room and out the open door. Dumbledore left the room as well and headed down the stairs, carrying the unconcious and beaten Harry. Vernon Dursley was looking both pleased and angry. "If you ever lay a hand on this boy ever again..." Dumbledore began. "You will live to regret it." He spat. He swept from the house and disappeared before their very eyes.
Dumbledore appeared outside a fair sized house. It was built in a secluded area. He hurried up the front steps, still holding Harry in his arms. Dumbledore reached out and knocked lightly on the door. It swung open immediately. Sirius stood there. "Oh my god!" He gasped. Sirius took Harry from Dumbledore and they hurried into the house. Sirius laid Harry down on a sofa. "Are you any good at mending cuts?" Sirius asked. "I never have been." Dumbledore replied. Sirius sighed. "Neither have I...we'll just have to do it the muggle way." He groaned. Sirius grabbed a bottle off of the coffee table and removed the cap. He waved it under Harry's nose. Harry started to stir. Sirius set to bottle back on the table and knelt down next to Harry. Harry opened his eyes. He didn't have his glasses, so everything was blurry. He started coughing and blood came out of his mouth. "Harry!" Sirius said shakily. Harry blinked a couple of times. "Sirius?" He croaked. Sirius held back tears. "Yeah...yeah, it's me." He whispered. Dumbledore watched sadly. Sirius helped Harry to the bathroom so he could get cleaned up. Harry removed his blood stained shirt. Sirius gasped. Harry had great abs, but that wasn't what Sirius was gasping about. ) Harry had long, jagged cuts all over his body. "How long have they been hurting you?" Sirius asked, examining the cuts. "First day of holidays." Harry croaked. Harry rather reluctantly stripped down to his boxers. There were horrible cuts and bruises covering his legs too. Harry swayed dangerously. Sirius gripped his arm. Sirius helped Harry up onto the counter and began to clean all the cuts. Harry flinched each time Sirius swiped his cuts. "Why didn't you write me and tell me what was going on?" Sirius asked as he cleaned a large gash across Harry's abs. "Bars on the windows. Nothing could fit through." Harry groaned. "Where's Lupin?" Harry asked. Sirius sighed. "Pacing in his room. He was supposed to transform last night, but didn't. He's worried. It's a god sent if you ask me.." Sirius explained. He finished applying bandages to Harry and helped him into the living room. Harry was a little embarrassed to be in his boxers, but happy he was with Sirius. Harry was almost at the couch, when Lupin hurried into the room. "Nothing's happening!" He shrieked. His eyes fell on Harry. "Oh my god Harry!" He gasped. Lupin rushed forward, examining Harry's cuts.
"Eh Sirius...you screwed up here. These are broken ribs, not bruises. The this isn't a bruise on Harry's arm either, it's broken." Lupin said quietly. His eyes wandered down to Harry's legs. "Knee's swollen...probably frac-" Lupin stopped. He had gone completely rigid. Dumbledore had stepped back. "Sirius, his transformation was last night!" He said quickly. "Sometimes it's delayed." Sirius said hastily. He was ten feet from Lupin and Harry. So was Dumbledore. Lupin began the transformation. "Did he take any potion today?" Dumbledore asked quickly. "No!" Sirius yelled. A werewolf stood where Lupin had. Harry was petrified. Lupin lunged forward. "NO!" Sirius screamed. He jumped on top of the werewolf and Dumbledore had grabbed Harry by the arm. It was too late though. Lupin's teeth sank into one of the bandages. Harry didn't know what to do! Was he a werewolf now too?
There was a knock on the Dursley's front door. It was a hard, strict knock. Aunt Petunia answered. She shrieked when she saw Dumbledore. Uncle Vernon hurried to the door. "Get out of here!" He growled. Dumbledore brandished his wand and Vernon and Petunia backed off. Dumbledore swept past them and into the house. "Where is your nephew?" He asked coldly. At that moment, Dudley came down the stairs with his Smeltings stick. It had blood on it. Dumbledore's eyes had no twinkle. Dudley jumped back when he saw the old man. Dumbledore became infuriated and hurried up the stairs. He figured the doors with all the locks was Harry's. He unlocked all twelve chains, padlocks and deadbolts and pushed the door open. Harry was laying in a bloody heap on the floor. Dumbledore hurried into the room and bent over Harry. His eyes wandered under the bed. A Minisee was resting on under it. Sirius was staring at Harry and Dumbledore. Dumbledore pocketed the screen and lifted Harry. Harry had aquired quite a bit of muscle, and was pretty heavy. Dumbledore had no problems. Dumbledore turned to leave the room when he heard a hoot. He turned around and Hedwig was fluttering around her cage. Dumbledore waved his wand and the cage disappeared. Hedqig soared around the room and out the open door. Dumbledore left the room as well and headed down the stairs, carrying the unconcious and beaten Harry. Vernon Dursley was looking both pleased and angry. "If you ever lay a hand on this boy ever again..." Dumbledore began. "You will live to regret it." He spat. He swept from the house and disappeared before their very eyes.
Dumbledore appeared outside a fair sized house. It was built in a secluded area. He hurried up the front steps, still holding Harry in his arms. Dumbledore reached out and knocked lightly on the door. It swung open immediately. Sirius stood there. "Oh my god!" He gasped. Sirius took Harry from Dumbledore and they hurried into the house. Sirius laid Harry down on a sofa. "Are you any good at mending cuts?" Sirius asked. "I never have been." Dumbledore replied. Sirius sighed. "Neither have I...we'll just have to do it the muggle way." He groaned. Sirius grabbed a bottle off of the coffee table and removed the cap. He waved it under Harry's nose. Harry started to stir. Sirius set to bottle back on the table and knelt down next to Harry. Harry opened his eyes. He didn't have his glasses, so everything was blurry. He started coughing and blood came out of his mouth. "Harry!" Sirius said shakily. Harry blinked a couple of times. "Sirius?" He croaked. Sirius held back tears. "Yeah...yeah, it's me." He whispered. Dumbledore watched sadly. Sirius helped Harry to the bathroom so he could get cleaned up. Harry removed his blood stained shirt. Sirius gasped. Harry had great abs, but that wasn't what Sirius was gasping about. ) Harry had long, jagged cuts all over his body. "How long have they been hurting you?" Sirius asked, examining the cuts. "First day of holidays." Harry croaked. Harry rather reluctantly stripped down to his boxers. There were horrible cuts and bruises covering his legs too. Harry swayed dangerously. Sirius gripped his arm. Sirius helped Harry up onto the counter and began to clean all the cuts. Harry flinched each time Sirius swiped his cuts. "Why didn't you write me and tell me what was going on?" Sirius asked as he cleaned a large gash across Harry's abs. "Bars on the windows. Nothing could fit through." Harry groaned. "Where's Lupin?" Harry asked. Sirius sighed. "Pacing in his room. He was supposed to transform last night, but didn't. He's worried. It's a god sent if you ask me.." Sirius explained. He finished applying bandages to Harry and helped him into the living room. Harry was a little embarrassed to be in his boxers, but happy he was with Sirius. Harry was almost at the couch, when Lupin hurried into the room. "Nothing's happening!" He shrieked. His eyes fell on Harry. "Oh my god Harry!" He gasped. Lupin rushed forward, examining Harry's cuts.
"Eh Sirius...you screwed up here. These are broken ribs, not bruises. The this isn't a bruise on Harry's arm either, it's broken." Lupin said quietly. His eyes wandered down to Harry's legs. "Knee's swollen...probably frac-" Lupin stopped. He had gone completely rigid. Dumbledore had stepped back. "Sirius, his transformation was last night!" He said quickly. "Sometimes it's delayed." Sirius said hastily. He was ten feet from Lupin and Harry. So was Dumbledore. Lupin began the transformation. "Did he take any potion today?" Dumbledore asked quickly. "No!" Sirius yelled. A werewolf stood where Lupin had. Harry was petrified. Lupin lunged forward. "NO!" Sirius screamed. He jumped on top of the werewolf and Dumbledore had grabbed Harry by the arm. It was too late though. Lupin's teeth sank into one of the bandages. Harry didn't know what to do! Was he a werewolf now too?