Gwydion's Conservatory of Magical Arts

Chapter Three: Of Many Arguments

A week had finished since his punishment, and Harry was sick of his room! He had

already finished all his homework for the term and read through all his books at least

twice. Of course a lot of his free time was trying to get through the wards over his

room. He was allowed to ask Umi for any books from the library, so Harry had now

read all the books on wards and protection shields possible. Through these books

not only did The-Boy-Who lived learn about wards and how to break them but

about other defense and protectorates against the dark arts. He would be ready

for DADA next year! His birthday came and went, Hermione sent him a book on

past Tri-Wizard Tournaments, and Ron gave him about ten Chudley Cannons

posters. (Not like he was trying to sway his friend in anyway whatsoever.)

Together Remus and Sirius sent him a set of defense books that Harry finished rather

quickly, hoping for more information on how to break through the wards Sirius had

placed on his room. Hagrid sent him a beautifully carved dragon that looked

suspiciously like Norbert, and the twins sent him loads of pranks to pull on people.

If Sirius ever let him out of this god-forsaken room, Harry would be sure to use as

many as he could on his godfather. Remus visited his best-friend's godson often.

Though he wasn't thrilled with his ex-professor any company was very much

appreciated by Harry. Sirius and Harry hadn't talked at all since their fight and from

the looks of it, it would be a long time before any form of communication would

pass through the two of them. According to Remus, Sirius had buried himself into

some mysterious job that Dumbledore had given him and was rarely seen outside of

his study. Not that Harry cared what his godfather was up to.

In the end it turned out that all of Harry's research had been in vain because, by the

time he had figured how to get around the wards in his bedroom, August 15th had

come along and his punishment was over. The night of the end of the punishment

Sirius came to see Harry for the first time in three weeks, "You're allowed to leave

your room now."

"Ok," was the response from the teenager.

"But there is still no owling your friend, or leaving the grounds."

"Whatever."

"I mean it."

"Fine."

"I expect you to take all your meals with me downstairs, you have spent enough time

just eating in your room."

"Whatever floats your boat."

"Breakfast will be served at 9:00 tomorrow morning. I would like to see the

homework that you have finished immediately after."

"All right."

"Good night then."

"Ugg."

Sirius left his godson's room, glad to have survived the encounter.

Breakfast was a disaster. After Harry had made his way down to the dining room

(fifteen minutes late) he sat at one end of the long table and Sirius at the other side.

Remus, who had come over at Sirius' request, sat awkwardly on the right side of the

table. There was a long uncomfortable silence between the three, only broken by

Remus' pathetic attempts at some conversation with either godson or godfather.

Actually there wasn't much of a problem at all, only silence to begin with. That is

until Sirius looked down the table, frowning, at his charge's plate.

"Harry don't you think you should eat more? You're all skin and bones!"

Harry glared. "Not that you care," he mumbled underneath his breath. But

unfortunately to him, his godfather heard this comment and turned bright red.

"What do you I don't care?"

"I would think the answer to that would be quite obvious, wouldn't you Remus?"

Remus raised his hands in the air. "I'm staying out of this! I'll see you later. Good morning, Harry, Sirius."

As he left he could here the shouts between the two of them.

"I'M YOUR GODFATHER! ITS MY JOB TO MAKE SURE THAT YOU ARE

WELL FEED AND HEALTHY!"

"AN EXCELLENT JOB YOU'VE DONE THESE LAST FOURTEEN YEARS!"

"YOU KNOW THAT'S NOT MY FAULT! IF IT WEREN'T FOR WORMTAIL

YOU KNOW PERFECTLY WELL THAT YOU WOULD HAVE GROWN UP

WITH ME!"

"WORMTAIL, WORMTAIL, WORMTAIL, HE'S NO LONGER AROUND FOR

YOU TO BLAME IS HE? WHY DON'T YOU JUST TAKE RESPONABILTY

FOR YOUR ACTIONS AND PUT THAT RAT IN THE PAST?"

Then Harry stormed out of the room, leaving a fuming godfather behind, again.

So the 'Chez de Noir' had fallen into a steady pattern for the next ten days.

Harry would wake up and go downstairs to eat breakfast with his Sirius. About half

way through the meal an argument would arise between the two of them, about

various different things. It was always the older who started lecturing the younger

about something or other, and then Harry would explode and there would be a

shouting match. The later would storm up to his room, and Sirius would storm into

his office. The two managed to get through lunch with no conversation at all, when

they once again went into their different directions. Dinner was by far the worst.

Harry would always try to get out of the 'you may not leave the house or owls your

friends' rule, to which Sirius would refuse making his godson go off again. These

were often the most hurtful and upsetting disagreements. Quickly enough, the

relationship that had been so great ever since Harry's third year grew into an enmity

to match the ancient one between the Marauders and Severus Snape. Soon Harry

stopped even showing up to meals, not that Sirius minded, it was nice to eat in peace.

No, the house of Black and Potter was not a happy one.

Harry Potter was sick of the Chez de Noir. He needed to get out, a new

atmosphere. But there was no way that Sirius would allow his only godson out to do

so, so Harry was going to have to sneak out. So Harry put a locking charm on his

door hoping that that would keep Sirius and Remus away from coming into his room,

and started working a hole through the wards. He was able to get through them

without any difficulty at all. It quite amazed him. Then he grabbed his broomstick

and cloak and flew into the sky. Going to the place that always saved him during the

summer. The Burrow!

Harry had spent nights looking at the route between the Burrow and the Chez

de Noir and they were actually quite close. So within an hour Harry had reached his

home outside of a home and knocked on the door. A very surprised Ginny opened

the door. "Harry! What are you doing here? Sirius told us that it wasn't safe for you

to leave your house anymore!"

For a second Harry felt his anger swell. So not only had Sirius not let Harry out of

the house but he also lied to his godson's friends! It took a second for the angry

teenager to remember that Ginny Weasley was standing with the door wide open.

Seeing that his attention was now back on her, Ginny smiled and said, "Come in, Ron

and Hermione have been dieing to see you!" She led him into the family room,

where The-Boy-Who-Lived stopped frozen. His two best friends were on the sofa

making out! Another second was spent letting Harry get composure of himself.

Grinning after that second was over he leaned over to Ginny and asked, "How long

did it take them to realize that they are hopelessly in love?"

Ginny grinned back, "About a week after Fred and George's store opened. They've

been going at it ever since."

Harry grinned again, but this time a little bit more mischievously. He mouthed to the

red-haired girl, "Watch this," before he cleared his throat. The couple looked up and

gasped. There was a large scowl on Harry's face.

"H-Harry!" Ron said, very surprised to see his friend. "Hermione and I were-well

we were-this is what it looks like! I mean-me and Hermione-"

He gave the two on the sofa a cold look. "I know exactly what this is." Hermione

took over the talking now. "Oh Harry we were planning on telling you, but we

weren't allowed to owl you and---are you mad?"

"Mad, why would I be mad?" He asked in just as cold of a voice. "My two best

friends snogging each other like wild animals." Then his tone changed. "And its

about bloody time you two came to your senses! Hey Gin, who finally won?"

Stepping out of the shadows laughing at the horrified looks on Ron and Hermione's

faces Ginny pulled out a slip of parchment. "It looks like Neville won! You owe him

three galleons Harry, and I owe him two." She stopped and looked over at the

couple who weren't even looking at her and Harry anymore. They were snogging

again! In fact they spent another good two hours making out, completely ignoring

Harry. While he did get this time to get to know Ginny better. (Who had gotten

over her crush on him) He was still quite angry that his best friends had completely

blown him off after it had taken so much to get here! Thankfully, Harry managed to

avoid seeing Mr. or Mrs. Weasley who probably both knew that he was grounded.

After two hours, realizing what time it was Harry informed Ginny that he better go

because he had a long flight ahead of him. She smiled at him and showed him to the

door, where he thanked her for the lovely evening, slipped on his cloak, and took off.

But there were complications that Harry had not planned on. When he had

snuck out he had only researched how to get past the wards to get out of the house,

not how to get in. After trying for nearly an hour, Harry had to give up. There was

no way that he was going to get in without triggering the alarms. Then they would

have aurors storming the house, which would not be a good situation. So raven-

haired young man snuck up to the house still wearing his invisibility cloak. Maybe,

just maybe if he rang the doorbell, and Sirius opened the door, he would be able to

slip though past his godfather and into the house safely. With much trepidation,

Harry rang the doorbell. If all went perfectly, Remus would be over and he would

open the door. But, alas, everything seemed to be against the Boy-Who- Lived

tonight. Sirius opened the door, looking around for who ever had rang the bell just

as a strong summer breeze rushed through the air, pulling the hood of Harry's head.

When Sirius saw his godson's head floating in mid-air it didn't take him long

to register what had happened. He grabbed Harry by his cloak and pulled him into

the house.

"YOU HAVE GONE TO FAR THIS TIME HARRY!" Sirius yelled. "I'VE

TRIED EVERYTHING TO GET MAKE YOU UNDERSTAND! AND

NOTHING SEEMS TO PENATRATE THAT THICK SKULL OF YOURS!

YOUR LIFE IS IN DANGER! THERE IS AN EVIL MAN OUT THERE WHO

WANTS YOU TO DIE! YET YOU STILL BREAK THE RULES I SET TO

KEEP YOU SAFE! WHATS YOUR PROBLEM?"

He was going to continue but Harry interrupted. "Sirius YOU'RE my only problem.

Before you started getting all mother hen on me life here was great! Just let me be a

normal teenager! Let me have fun!"

"FUN? YOU WANT TO HAVE FUN? FUN IS ASKING IF YOU CAN GO

FLYING AROUND OUTSIDE, FUN IS HAVING YOUR FRIENDS OVER

WHERE YOU CAN ALL BE SAFE! BUT YOU INSIST ON SNEAKING OUT

TIME AFTER TIME AND RISKING NOT ONLY YOU LIFE BUT THE

PEOPLE YOU ARE WITH LIVES! DON'T YOU CARE? DO YOU WANT

YOUR FRIENDS TO DIE? NO, I'VE HAD ENOUGH. LET'S SEE HOW

MUCH 'FUN' YOU CAN HAVE WHEN I TAKE AWAY YOUR INVISABILTY

CLOAK AND YOUR BROOM! THAT'S RIGHT NO MORE SBNEAKING

AROUND BEING INIVSABLE AND NO MORE FLYING. ALSO I AM

TAKING AWAY YOU HOGSMEADE PERMISSION SLIP AND TELLING

DUMBLEDORE ABOUT THE SECRET PASSAGEWAYS OUT OF THE

SCHOOL! IT'S TIME FOR YOU TO BE SERIOUS HARRY! AND IF YOU

WONT DO IT YOURSELF I WILL DO IT FOR YOU!"

Before Harry could even yell back Sirius snatched away his father's cloak and his

broom. Quickly he vanished the two items to god-knows-where. Harry was enraged.

"GIVE THOSE BACK!"

"No."

"THOSE ARE MINE YOU HAD NO RIGHT TO TAKE THEM! GIVE ME BACK MY BROOM AND CLOAK!"

"No."

"THAT'S MY FATHER"C CLOAK! GIVE IT BACK, HE WOULD HAVE WANTED ME TO HAVE IT!"

"He and your mother wouldn't have wanted you to have it until you were old enough to know better than to do stupid things with it.

"WELL WE'LL NEVER KNOW WHAT THEY WOULD HAVE WANTED BECAUSE YOU KILLED THEM!"

Before either had time to realize what had happened, Sirius had taken his hand and

slapped his godson across the face, hard. Harry's eyes went wide with horror and

became very frightened. Not able to fight the inner voice telling him that he was

about to get a beating, the teenager ran out of the front hall and up to his room.

Sirius just stood there and stared at his hand. He couldn't believe that he had just

struck his godson. He was as bad as the Dursley's! He stood there for what seemed

like hours and just staring at his hand. Remus came into the room.

"I heard yelling. What happened?"

With a look of disbelieve Sirius looked up at his friend. "He had snuck out again, we

got into another fight, and Remus.I actually slapped him! I took my hand and hit

him hard across the face! Moony he will never trust me again!"

Very shocked at this news, but still knowing that Sirius was being hard enough on

himself, Remus led his friend over to an armchair by the fire.

"Sirius what you did is wrong. But it can be fixed. Tomorrow afternoon go to

Harry's room after he has had some time to calm down and apologize. Smooth

things over. Soon everything will be better. I have to go now, get some sleep. And

remember be nice, and ask for forgiveness. Harry will understand. I'll come over in

the evening and make sure everything is alright. Goodnight and good luck Padfoot."

With that Remus disaperated leaving Sirius to go to a restless night of sleep, thinking about what would happen the next day.