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Warning: Will be slash, so don't like it, don't flame me. Instead, go
find a different story to read and leave mine alone.
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"Sirius, are you sure about this? What if he comes after me again?" fourteen-year-old Harry Potter nervously asked his Godfather. It was two day before he started high school and he was getting cold feet.
"Yes, positive. I've already spoken to your headmaster, Albus Dumbledore and you can bring your gun to school. You can't keep letting him run your life, Harry. No more running away," Sirius tried to reassure his Godson.
"Oh fine, I'll go, but give me another reason why I should go to a public high school instead of being home schooled by you," Harry insisted. He missed Hermione, Ron, and all the rest of his friends, but he didn't want to risk anyone's life.
"Because the law says so and I don't know anymore to teach you. (A/N: I don't know anything about the law, so I just made it up...) Besides, your friends miss you," Mr. Black told him.
It was true. Hermione, Ron, and Harry had a lot of history to make up for the two years where Harry had left school. (A/N: You'll find out later on why Harry left school if you don't know already.)
Two days later at 7:30 in the morning...
"Siri!!!! You hid all my other clothes just to make me have to wear these?????? This shirt s too tight and these pants let people see half my arse! (A/N: Not really... but I just had to do that..) And why do I have to have my hair spiked and wear contacts!" the raven-haired freshman howled at his guardian. His lean, yet muscular 5'10" frame was stuck dressed in a tight black muscle tee and kind of baggy dark blue jeans. His raven- colored hair with blue tips was up in spikes on the top of his head. Sirius had hidden his glasses and his old New Balance sneakers, so he had to wear contacts and his black and white Adidas.
"Well, it's your first day back, and you've got people to impress! Oh, they fit just fine! You look stunning! Every girl and I'm betting a good chunk of the guys are going to be just drooling over you the moment you get there!" His Godson really did look gorgeous with his emerald eyes and slim, but buff figure. 'He's really starting to look just like James, but with Lily's eyes,' Sirius thought before he left the room.
"But you have to give me back my normal clothes by tomorrow!" he grabbed his school bag and ran down the stairs for breakfast. A plate of scrambled eggs and a glass of orange juice was already there waiting for him.
Quickly, he piled his eggs in his mouth and gulped down the orange juice. Sirius was already waiting in the Aston Martin Vanquish waiting for him to go to school. He snatched his bad and bolted for the door.
As he left, he jammed his father's gun in his pocket and locked the door. 'I can do this. I've got to, for Mum and Dad,' he thought. Harry climbed in the car, not realizing the tears brimming in his eyes.
"You alright, kiddo?" Sirius tried to get the young man to look up.
"I'm a coward, a bloody coward." Tears streamed down his face. He just wiped them away angrily.
"Hey! Look me in the eye," his Godfather tilted his head up and stared him straight into his pupils. "You're no coward. In face, you've taken this all exceptionally well. Bloody hell, if it had been me, I would have become a convicted murderer looking for revenge on my parents or ended up in some kind of asylum for going insane. Then night your parents were killed, you didn't even break down and howl like any little three-year-old would. Instead, you called me with bloody running down your forehead and calmly explained what happened earlier to me. You were three fucking years old! Fuck, if anything, you're the bravest person I've ever met. Now, we've got to get you to school. Cheer up! You get to see your friends today!"
Harry grinned at his Godfather, friend, and guardian, "You always know how to cheer me up, Siri. Now, if we don't take off this instant, I'm going to be late for my first day of school."
And at that, they left for Hogwarts High School.
The first thing Hermione did when she saw her other best friend sitting in the dark blue Aston Martin Vanquish was gasp. Harry was bloody gorgeous! What know just two short years could do the sly, slim boy she knew so much good?
"Who's the new guy? That one in the car with the raven-colored hair and blue tips. That looks a bit like Harry," Ron pointed a finger to show who he was talking about.
"That is Harry, you bloody moron!" she smacked him playfully while he put on a very exaggerated look of mock-hurt. "Oh quit the act!"
"Harry! Over here, mate!" the lanky redhead called out. The boy just turned his head with a sad grin on his face..
"Didn't I just tell you to cheer up? I don't think they wanna see an unhappy Harry today, but I do think they're very impatiently waiting for you," Sirius pointed out. "Hey, have fun today. Call me on the cell phone if ya need anything, okay?"
"Yeah, Siri, I got it all under control. Thanks for everything, and I mean everything." As he got out of the car, a fairly attractive blonde boy was about to approach him. Not seeing the guy, he bumped into the blonde, knocking the two of them down.
"Errr... Sorry, didn't see you there," Harry got up and brushed himself off, then extended a hand to help the older boy up.
"'S alright. It's Draco Malfoy," the guy took his hand and shook it kind of formally.
"Harry Potter. I'll see you around," he smiled, revealing a straight row of teeth, white to perfection, and left.
TBC...
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"Sirius, are you sure about this? What if he comes after me again?" fourteen-year-old Harry Potter nervously asked his Godfather. It was two day before he started high school and he was getting cold feet.
"Yes, positive. I've already spoken to your headmaster, Albus Dumbledore and you can bring your gun to school. You can't keep letting him run your life, Harry. No more running away," Sirius tried to reassure his Godson.
"Oh fine, I'll go, but give me another reason why I should go to a public high school instead of being home schooled by you," Harry insisted. He missed Hermione, Ron, and all the rest of his friends, but he didn't want to risk anyone's life.
"Because the law says so and I don't know anymore to teach you. (A/N: I don't know anything about the law, so I just made it up...) Besides, your friends miss you," Mr. Black told him.
It was true. Hermione, Ron, and Harry had a lot of history to make up for the two years where Harry had left school. (A/N: You'll find out later on why Harry left school if you don't know already.)
Two days later at 7:30 in the morning...
"Siri!!!! You hid all my other clothes just to make me have to wear these?????? This shirt s too tight and these pants let people see half my arse! (A/N: Not really... but I just had to do that..) And why do I have to have my hair spiked and wear contacts!" the raven-haired freshman howled at his guardian. His lean, yet muscular 5'10" frame was stuck dressed in a tight black muscle tee and kind of baggy dark blue jeans. His raven- colored hair with blue tips was up in spikes on the top of his head. Sirius had hidden his glasses and his old New Balance sneakers, so he had to wear contacts and his black and white Adidas.
"Well, it's your first day back, and you've got people to impress! Oh, they fit just fine! You look stunning! Every girl and I'm betting a good chunk of the guys are going to be just drooling over you the moment you get there!" His Godson really did look gorgeous with his emerald eyes and slim, but buff figure. 'He's really starting to look just like James, but with Lily's eyes,' Sirius thought before he left the room.
"But you have to give me back my normal clothes by tomorrow!" he grabbed his school bag and ran down the stairs for breakfast. A plate of scrambled eggs and a glass of orange juice was already there waiting for him.
Quickly, he piled his eggs in his mouth and gulped down the orange juice. Sirius was already waiting in the Aston Martin Vanquish waiting for him to go to school. He snatched his bad and bolted for the door.
As he left, he jammed his father's gun in his pocket and locked the door. 'I can do this. I've got to, for Mum and Dad,' he thought. Harry climbed in the car, not realizing the tears brimming in his eyes.
"You alright, kiddo?" Sirius tried to get the young man to look up.
"I'm a coward, a bloody coward." Tears streamed down his face. He just wiped them away angrily.
"Hey! Look me in the eye," his Godfather tilted his head up and stared him straight into his pupils. "You're no coward. In face, you've taken this all exceptionally well. Bloody hell, if it had been me, I would have become a convicted murderer looking for revenge on my parents or ended up in some kind of asylum for going insane. Then night your parents were killed, you didn't even break down and howl like any little three-year-old would. Instead, you called me with bloody running down your forehead and calmly explained what happened earlier to me. You were three fucking years old! Fuck, if anything, you're the bravest person I've ever met. Now, we've got to get you to school. Cheer up! You get to see your friends today!"
Harry grinned at his Godfather, friend, and guardian, "You always know how to cheer me up, Siri. Now, if we don't take off this instant, I'm going to be late for my first day of school."
And at that, they left for Hogwarts High School.
The first thing Hermione did when she saw her other best friend sitting in the dark blue Aston Martin Vanquish was gasp. Harry was bloody gorgeous! What know just two short years could do the sly, slim boy she knew so much good?
"Who's the new guy? That one in the car with the raven-colored hair and blue tips. That looks a bit like Harry," Ron pointed a finger to show who he was talking about.
"That is Harry, you bloody moron!" she smacked him playfully while he put on a very exaggerated look of mock-hurt. "Oh quit the act!"
"Harry! Over here, mate!" the lanky redhead called out. The boy just turned his head with a sad grin on his face..
"Didn't I just tell you to cheer up? I don't think they wanna see an unhappy Harry today, but I do think they're very impatiently waiting for you," Sirius pointed out. "Hey, have fun today. Call me on the cell phone if ya need anything, okay?"
"Yeah, Siri, I got it all under control. Thanks for everything, and I mean everything." As he got out of the car, a fairly attractive blonde boy was about to approach him. Not seeing the guy, he bumped into the blonde, knocking the two of them down.
"Errr... Sorry, didn't see you there," Harry got up and brushed himself off, then extended a hand to help the older boy up.
"'S alright. It's Draco Malfoy," the guy took his hand and shook it kind of formally.
"Harry Potter. I'll see you around," he smiled, revealing a straight row of teeth, white to perfection, and left.
TBC...
Worth continuing? Review to let me know!