Gwydion's Conservatory of Magical Arts

Chapter Two: Of Un-Kind Words

In no time at all Harry found himself stumbling out of the fireplace at the Leaky

Cauldron. Before he even had time to coronate his unbalanced he had been pulled

into a big hug.

"Hermione if you keep holding onto him, he's going to stop breathing!" Ron said

from just behind her. Hermione quickly let go and glared at Ron.

"Great to see you mate!" The two boys shook hands and turned around to see that

Hermione had a long scroll out and was peering into it. Ron rolled his eyes while

Harry looked quite confused.

"You're right on schedule Harry, you were here at exactly eleven o'clock and then I

planned ten minutes for us to make our way to Gringotts, and then spend at least

forty-five minutes to get to your vaults."

Harry turned to his other best friend, who was still rolling his eyes. In a whisper he

told Harry, "She spent three hours on that schedule last night. Had to endure her

asking questions like, 'Do you think that we will run into friends Ron? Should I add

time for reporters bugging Harry?' and on and on and on!"

"I heard that Ronald Weasley! SOMEONE in this group needs to be responsible,

and you certainly not applying for the position."

Ron didn't even have time to respond before a herd of reporters attacked the 'golden

trio.'

"Mr. Potter is it true that you have been living with your godfather?"

"Mr. Potter how do you feel about the recent news of Sirius Black getting off?"

"Mr. Potter is it true that you are still in love with you good friend Hermione

Granger?"

"Mr. Potter!"

"Mr. Potter!"

Looking at the two of them Ron asked, "Should we bolt or try to answer the

questions?"

"Bolt," Harry and Hermione said together. So without even the slightest glance at

the reporters the trio covered their heads and barreled through the crowd. Hermione

quickly tapped the bricks and soon the three of them were safe in the crowds in

Diagon Alley.

"See Ron I told you that we would have to add time in for reporters."

Now it was Harry's turn to roll his eyes, they never stopped bickering!

Even with the constant arguments (or as Harry liked to put it, flirting) the friends had

a great time. Not only did they visit most of the shops in Diagon Alley but

Hermione took Harry and Ron to see some muggle tourist attractions in London as

well. Around eleven o clock Harry finally looked down at his watch. How had he

lost track of so much time? Sirius would have been home for nearly five hours!

Quickly saying good bye to his best friends who were now looking at each other with

dreamy eyes Harry grabbed some floo powder and called out, "Chez de Noir!" and

stepped into the fire. The trip seemed to take longer just because Harry was so

worried about getting there before Sirius. 'Maybe he had to work late tonight, please

let it be that he had to work late tonight!' Harry thought. But, alas, Harry's wish did

not come true as he stumbled out of the fireplace he met a very worried and angry

Sirius Black. After spotting his godfather the teenager thought, 'This isn't going to

be fun at all.'

"Er.hi?"

"Hi? HI? HAROLD JAMES POTTER IS THAT ALL YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR

YOURSELF? I THOUGHT I HAD MADE IT PERFECTLY CLEAR THAT

YOU WERE NOT TO LEAVE THE HOUSE! NOT ONLY DID YOU LEAVE

THE HOUSE I HAD NO CLUE WHERE YOU WERE OR IF YOU HAD LEFT

OF YOUR OWN FREE WILL! WHAT IF YOU HAD BEEN KIDNAPPED OR

KILLED?"

"But Sirius."

"DON'T BUT SIRIUS ME! NO YOU ARE GROUNDED! GO TO YOUR

ROOM! NO OWLING YOUR FRIENDS AND NO LEAVING THE HOUSE

FOR TWO WEEKS! IS THAT CLEAR?"

"Crystal!" Harry responded as he stomped up the stairs to his room, slamming the

door. But apparently it wasn't very clear to the Boy-Who-lived. As soon as he

reached his room he realized that Hedwig was no longer there, probably in the owlery

with Sirius' owl, Moonlight, but he did see a flashing piece of parchment on the his

bed. Cautiously, he picked up the mail, which must have come before his 'ban' from

the owl. As soon as he touched it there was a loud 'bang' like opening a wizard

cracker. Harry winced and hoped that Sirius thought that Harry was just frustrated

and banging things around. On the top of the page in big bold letters the parchment

said,

Weasley's Wizard's Wheezes Grand Opening!

Dear Mr. Harold Potter,

As you are a silent partner and good friend we cordially invite you to the grand opening of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes! It will take place on the 25th of July at exactly 12:31 PM in the most respected town of Hogsmeade. Hope to see you there it will be a blast!

Sincerely Yours, Gred and Feorge Weasley

Harry knew at once that he couldn't miss this event! Deciding that Sirius had

probably placed some special charms to make sure Harry didn't sneak out again, the

Boy-Who-Lived decided to do it the muggle way.all he needed was a bunch of

pillows, a string, and a weight, and all would be set for the next day!

Downstairs Sirius was still fuming. Did Harry have any clue how worried he

had been? Sirius didn't know what he would do if anything ever happened to his

godson! And he of all people never expected to have to discipline him! Deciding to

let Harry broad on the punishment until tomorrow and then take it off Sirius headed

upstairs for a restless nights sleep.

The next morning, around ten, Sirius knocked gently on Harry's door and

entered. Seeing that his godson was still asleep, Sirius went over to Harry's desk and

wrote a quick note explaining that he was at work and expected to be home around

five. Sirius also told Harry in the letter that he was not to leave the house, but he was

allowed out of his room. Then, as quietly as he could, the ex-convent left the room.

Harry lay there, as though asleep for a good ten minutes listening before he jumped

out of bed, fully clothed. He was wearing his emerald green dress robes for the

occasion, not knowing how formal the opening of a shop was going to be. He found

Sirius' note, laughed and then tried to pull a comb through his hair, which didn't

work at all, but at least he tried. Taking a leaf out of his godfather's book Harry took

a piece of parchment and some spell-o-tape and attached a note to his door.

Sirius, Not feeling well please don't wake me up. See you later. -Harry

With that the rebellious teenager shot a couple of spells around the room with his

father's wand and then went to the fireplace for the second time in two days and

called out, "The Three Broomsticks!"

As Harry had expected there was no problem at all finding the new shop.

There was already a large crowd outside a tilting bright orange building. It looked like

it was about collapse at any minute with its jagged walls and structure. Knowing Fred

and George the whole shop was probably one big practical joke. Noticing his best

friend as he approached, Ron called over to Harry,

"About time you got here! Come on we get to go through the back door. All the

rest of the family and close friends are already there!"

Following Ron, Harry found out that he was right. The entire place was a joke. As

soon as he walked in he found him self in a pink leotard with a matching pink tutu

around his waist. He laughed as Ron's red hair became long and black, his nose

crooked, and warts growing all over his face. He scowled only added to the look of

what a muggle would think a witch looked like. Quickly releasing the spell on

himself, Harry took in his surroundings. The walls were made of marble, probably

because there were several fire explosions every few seconds. The floor too was

made of marble, but you could tell from looking at them that there were several traps

that most likely ended up with you being pranked. But Harry didn't have any more

time then that to look around before he felt both his arms being sized by the Weasley

twins.

"Harry great to see you old boy!" Said one of them, who Harry was pretty sure was

Fred.

"Hope you don't mind," started the other twin.

"We thought it would help if we had a bit of."

"Celebrity endorsements."

"And because of all your wonderful support from last year."

"We told a couple of people that you would be here."

"And the word got around that Harry Potter would be opening our shop."

"We wouldn't want to disappoint the many people out there."

"So.here is a trick wand."

"You get to cut the banner!"

Harry barely had time to protest before the twins were pulling him towards the front

of the shop to face the crowd out there. Beet red and very embarrassed the face that

Harry saw in the first row didn't help things at all. Standing right up front stood a

livid Sirius Black with Remus there holding him back from charging up to the stage

to take his godson down. Too nervous with his godfather watching his every move,

wondering what was going to happen when he got home, Harry almost missed the

announcement for him to cut the ribbon. Putting on a fake smile, the-boy- who-lived

lowered the wand onto the banner across the shop, not really surprised when

thousands of fireworks exploded when the banner fell in two pieces. Harry gulped as

he saw Sirius come closer and closer to where he was standing.

One of the Weasley twins turned Harry to talk to them, making Harry's back

to his godfather. Almost forgetting how much trouble he was in while talking to his

friends Harry felt a hand clamp firmly on his shoulder. He winced. Sirius spoke to

the twins. "Congratulations on your store opening. If you would excuse us I need to

have a talk with my godson."

With looks of sympathy the twins watched as Sirius steered Harry away from the

crowd and to the Three Broomsticks. There he shoved some floo powder into

Harry's hand and pushed him towards the fireplace. "Go home, I will see you there

shortly." Knowing it would be better to go back home now then to run away Harry

reluctantly shouted into the fireplace. Stumbling out at the living room at his house,

the teenager saw his godfather standing, seething in front of the fireplace.

"So you weren't feeling well? To sick to get out of bed this morning? Didn't want to

be disturbed?" Sirius asked in a sickly calm voice that made Harry confirm he was in

deep trouble.

"I suppose you think this is some kind of game. You think that sneaking out is a fun

past time, trying to fool your godfather? Harry, you know that Voldemort is back!

You know that he has supporters on the loose! And yet you still find it necessary to

sneak out! Anything could happen to you! This is no game Harold James. This is

serious stuff you could have been killed!"

"But Sirius, you and my dad would have."

"I KNOW WHAT YOUR DAD AND I WOULD HAVE DONE! WE WERE

STUPID AND LOOK WHERE IT LEAD FOR US! I SPENT 12 YEARS IN

PRISON AND YOU FATHER GOT HIMSELF KILLED! BECAUSE WE

WERE CARELESS AND STUPID!"

Harry was horrified about what his godfather had just said. That was below the belt, he had no right to speak ill of the dead.

"ITS YOUR FAULT HES DEAD! IF YOU HADNT BEEN SUCH A COWARD

YOU WOULDN'T HAVE SWITCHED SECRET KEEPERS!" By the hurt look

on Sirius' face Harry knew that he had gone to far. Tears pouring down his face, he

raced up to his room and slammed the door, leaving Sirius in a stunned stance near

the fireplace.

Sirius sank into a chair. There was a 'pop' behind him the indicated that

Remus had decided to come over and talk to his friend. Moony went over to another

arm chair across from Sirius and gave him a curious glance. Putting his head into his

hand Sirius said, "He hates me! I'm the world's worst godfather!"

Quite alarmed at his friend's statement Lupin shook his head and put a hand on

Sirius' shoulder. "I am sure he doesn't hate you! Whatever would make you think

that?"

But all Remus could hear was faint sobs from between Sirius' hands. Knowing that

he wasn't going to get anywhere with the very upset godfather, Remus decided to go

talk to Harry. If Sirius was this troubled by the fight the two must have had, then

Harry couldn't be much better. So Remus walked up the stairs and gently knocked

on Harry's door.

"GO AWAY! I don't want to talk to you!"

Lupin entered anyway to find Harry lying face down on the bed. Hearing someone

who he assumed was his godfather, Harry picked up one of his pillows and threw it in

the general direction of the door, and remarkably it hit its target. Remus was to

surprised to move in time and the pillow hit him strait in the chest, though being a

pillow, it didn't do much to him. It was then when Harry looked up, probably about

to throw another pillow when he saw who it was.

"Oh Professor! I'm sorry! I thought you were S.I thought you were someone else."

"Remus Harry, call me Remus. And you thought I was Sirius." Lupin went over to

the bed and sat down. Harry was shaking, tears running down his cheeks.

"Professor.I mean Remus, he insulted my father! How dare he say a word against

him! My father died bravely protecting his family which is more than Black has ever

done!" Not only shocked that Sirius had spoken against James, but also by the fact

that Harry had probably told his godfather that it was his fault that Lily and James

died, it took Remus a couple of seconds to come up with a response.

"Harry, Sirius escaped Azkaban to protect you, lived on the run for two years to

watch over you, and nearly killed himself with worry after he found you at the

Dursley's house." Harry was about to interrupt his ex-Professor but the werewolf

cut him off. "I'm not saying that he was right to say that Harry, he shouldn't have

insulted your father. But what you said back was not right either. Sirius would have

died for James and Lily and would chose your life over his any day, and he still feels

guilty about the death of your parents, so that was a very low blow Harry James. You

should think about what you said and then when you are ready, apologize to your

godfather. Now I better go see to it that Padfoot is all right." With that Remus left

the room leaving a remorseful and still very angry Harry. Downstairs Sirius' sadness

melted away into anger. Who did that kid think he was? Sirius had done what he

thought would be best for James and his family. In no way had he been a coward. It

was Pettigrew that was the coward! Didn't Harry know what his godfather had

suffered in the last 14 years? In an impulsive rage Sirius stormed up to Harry's room

nearly knocking Remus down in the process. Not that he cared much about it at the

time. Throwing his godson's door open and sweeping into the room Sirius glared at

Harry and said in a voice with enough malice to make Snape proud, "Not only have

you put yourself in danger you also deliberately disobeyed me. I let you get off to

easily the last time. For three weeks you are not to leave this room without my

permission. During those three weeks you will neither receive nor send any owls to

anyone. Only on your birthday will this rule be bended and I will only give you

enough time to write thank you notes to your friends. I expect the majority of your

homework to be done by the end of you punishment. You will eat your meals here."

Then Sirius headed to the door before Harry even had time to make the slightest

protest. Angry that he couldn't get a word in edgewise the-boy-who-live called after

his godfather, "You.you.DURLSEY!"

Sirius slammed the door shut, put up a few wards, gave instructions to Umi about

Harry, and then collapsed in a chair by the fire. Without knowing it, Harry had

caused more damage to his godfather's heart by calling him a Dursley the by accusing

him of being a coward.very few things were worse then comparing anyone to a

Dursley. So Sirius once again but his head in his hands and for the second time that

night, cried.

AN- Thank you to everyone who reviewed! And in the last chapter I forgot to thank my wonder, most talented, most wonderful friend of a beta reader! I feel really bad about that.if you are into LOTR's fanfics I highly suggest that you read her's, Fighting for Us. Anyway REVIEW!!!!!