A/N: Two chapters in one day…anyway, this part here is a bit of sad chapter for Harry. The rest is quite funny in my opinion…
Chapter Three
"You don't deserve to have a family. You don't deserve to love or be loved. You are filth, and you definitely don't deserve to live."
Harry woke up crying, the harsh words echoing through his mind. He hadn't heard the words Vernon had told him in a long time. They still hurt Harry—like a knife cutting through his heart.
Harry had thought for sure he had woken his godfather up with his wails. Luckily, he didn't. He remembered Remus telling him the only way to wake Sirius up was to dump hot or cold water on his face or the smell of food. Sometimes, though, Sirius woke up on his own.
Harry climbed down off of the bed, wiping away the tears on his face along the way. You don't deserve a family… he didn't. Harry didn't deserve Sirius. You don't deserve to love or be loved…he didn't deserve to have Remus or Sirius love him. He didn't deserve to love anybody…You are filth…he was…You definitely don't deserve to live…He didn't.
This made Harry just cry harder. He found his way into the closet. He had to stretch and go on his tip-toes to reach the handle, but he was still able to open the door. He went inside and closed the door until all of his surroundings were pitch black. The only bit of light came in from the cracks in the door. He pulled his legs up into his chest and rocked back and forth. It reminded him of his cupboard, which in a weird way almost brought him solace.
He hadn't heard Vernon's voice in his head for a long time. A really long time.
"Tinkle tinkle ittle star," Harry sang to himself. He remembered sitting in his cupboard when he was around this age, singing the exact same song for the exact same reason. He had just had a nightmare—of Vernon's voice. Saying what he had said. "How I wonder where you are. Up 'bove world—" Harry looked up as the closet door opened, revealing a concerned Sirius who looked down at a distraught Harry.
"Harry?" Sirius squatted down until he was around the same height as Harry. He looked his godson in the eye. "What's wrong? Why are you crying, kiddo?"
"I sad," Harry wailed, burying his head into the crook of Sirius's neck. Sirius picked the boy up and brought him back over to the bed, rubbing soothing circles on Harry's back.
"Why are you sad, Harry?" Sirius asked in a soft voice, still holding the boy in his lap and rubbing the soothing circles on his back. Slowly, Harry's tears subsided until they were gone. Sirius couldn't help but notice how Harry's vocabulary had grew a bit overnight—he was using a bit more words in his sentences.
"I heard him," Harry said. "Ve'non. He mean…" Harry wriggled out of Sirius's grip, and moved away from him. Sirius looked confused when Harry did that.
"Harry—"
"No," Harry cut Sirius off. "Don' touch me."
"Why?"
"'Cause," Harry said, looking away. "I don't deserve to have a family, or be loved," he explained, remembering Vernon's words.
"That's not true," Sirius said firmly, looking hurt. "Who told you that, Harry?" Harry said nothing, and made no eye contact. "Harry?" He repeated.
"Ve'non," Harry muttered reluctantly.
"Oh. So Vernon told you that," Sirius said, the coldness plain and apparent in his voice. "What were his exact words, kiddo?"
" 'You don' dese've to have family. You don' dese've to love or be loved. You are filth, and you defin'ely don' dese've to live,' " Harry quoted, trying his best to get the wording right. He didn't even bother to tell Sirius about the next part…You should have died with your parents…
Sirius wasn't stupid, though. "There's more, Harry. More that you're not telling me."
"I telling you everything," Harry replied.
"No you're not," Sirius said in a sing-song voice.
"Yes I is," Harry responded in the same voice.
"It's, "Yes I am," Harry," Sirius corrected. "And no, you're not."
"I IS!" Harry exclaimed, his face red with irritation.
"All right, all right," Sirius said, putting his hands up in surrender. "You don't want to tell me, you don't have to." There was a silence, and Sirius hoped Harry would diminish that silence by telling him what else Dursley had told Harry. But, Harry made no sign of attempting to. "So, what do you want to do today, kiddo?"
Harry shrugged his tiny shoulders, pulling the blankets up over him. "I 'uno."
"We did the shopping." Harry nodded. "And we washed you up." Harry nodded again. "How about we have some fun now?"
"Fun?" Harry repeated, looking confused.
… … …
"Get-off-of-my-leg," Snape growled. "Get off of my leg you impudent child!" Harry clung onto Snape's right leg, looking up at the man.
"I is not a child," Harry said matter-of-factly. "I is big boy. Siwi said so."
"Let go," Snape said with clenched teeth. He looked like he was ready to kill.
"Not till you says I big boy."
"Did you not hear me? Are you incapable of hearing? I said, let go of my leg. And you are, if you did not hear me the last time, an impudent child."
"I is not a child!" Harry exclaimed, frowning. "I is big boy. You is child, Mr. Snapey."
"Never call me 'Mr. Snapey' again, Potter," Snape said in a threatening tone. "And I am not a child, I can assure you of that."
"Having fun, Severus?" Sirius asked, casually coming up to Snape.
"So much," Snape replied sarcastically. "Get this demon off of my leg." Harry frowned at being called a demon.
"What's the magic word?" Sirius asked, smirking. Snape seethed.
"Get Potter OFF OF MY LEG." Sirius sighed.
"That is not it, but, come on, Harry. Let go of Severus's leg."
Harry shook his head. "Not till Mr. Snapey says I is not a child." Sirius shrugged, trying his best to look helpless. Sirius was inwardly laughing aloud.
"Sorry. I don't think Harry will let go until you tell him that he's a big boy."
"I am saying no such thing."
"Than you'll have to deal with the consequences."
Snape raised his eyebrows. "Which are?"
"Which is, Harry won't let go of your leg." Snape clenched his teeth and tried shaking the boy off. No such luck.
Finding this was the only solution, Snape reluctantly said under his breath, "You are a big boy."
"I can' hear you," Harry said.
"You are a big boy."
Harry looked up at Sirius. "Is you hearing him?" Sirius shook his head, biting his tongue to keep from smirking, smiling, grinning or laughing.
"You are a big boy," Snape said loudly, causing several passer-by's to look at him oddly. Grinning, Harry got up and let go of Snape's leg.
"Thank you." Giving Snape one last grin, Harry took Sirius's hand and walked away, giggling. "Mr. Snapey's funny."
"Mr. Snapey," Sirius mused. "That's a new one."
Harry grinned. "Where we going?"
"To see Remus," Sirius replied. Harry let go of Sirius's hand to clap and chant, "Remy, Remy, Remy!" The two walked to the DADA classroom, the only one occupying it was Remus.
"Hello," Harry greeted cheerfully.
"Growth spurt?" Remus asked with a smile.
"Don't ask," Sirius replied. "Classes didn't start yet, did they?"
"Not yet," Remus responded.
"What are you teaching them?" Sirius asked, letting Harry look around the classroom.
"Boggarts," Remus replied.
"You've got a boggart in the class?" Sirius noticed when the wardrobe started to shake.
"Boggart?" Little Harry repeated, looking excited.
"Yes," Remus replied. "It's a shame you won't be in the class, Harry." Harry gave a disappointed nod, and when the two men went back to talking about the class, no one noticed Harry hesitantly take Sirius's wand from his godfathers pocket.
A startled cry escaped Harry's lips as a overly big, beefy man came out of the wardrobe, his face purple; looking like it was about to explode. His moustache twitched as he eyed Harry with venom.
"You don't deserve to have a family," Vernon spat. "You don't deserve to love or be loved. You are filth, and you definitely don't deserve to live." Sirius spun around, eyes wide as he heard those words escape the mans lips. "You should have died with your parents."
"Riddikulus!" Remus said, pointing his wand at Vernon.
Harry didn't pay attention to Remus or Sirius. He was still shocked after that encounter with Vernon (Or whoever it was…)
"Harry. Harry—Are you all right?" Sirius asked, rushing over to Harry's side. Sirius's wand dropped to Harry's side. "What are you doing with my wand, Harry? Why'd you let the Boggart out?" Harry's lip trembled. He burst into tears, running out of the classroom as fast as his tiny legs could take him.
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"Harry?" Sirius asked quietly. The sight of a little body curled up on the bed, his shoulders moving in a way that Sirius knew he was sobbing, broke his heart.
"I sorry," Harry managed to say through his hiccupping sobs. "I...I…just…"
"Hush," Sirius ordered in a soft voice, wrapping his arms around the boy. His boy.
"You-you mad?"
"Yes," Sirius replied softly. He heard Harry's sobs get louder. "I am. At the Dursley's."
"W-why the Dursie's?" Sirius grinned faintly at Harry's innocent mistake in wording.
"Why do you think, Harry?" Sirius asked. "That was wrong for Vernon Dursley to tell you. If you could only imagine how pis—" Sirius caught himself. "How mad I am." He waited until Harry's sobs (and hiccups) stopped for him to continue. "Do you want anything to eat, Harry? Are you thirsty, do you want a drink?" Sirius suggested.
Harry sniffled. "Drink, please." He sat on the bed until Sirius came back with a cup filled with juice, trying his best not to start crying again. Harry gratefully took the cup of juice from Sirius and sipped on it.
"Feeling better?" Sirius asked. Harry nodded, sipping the juice again.
"I sorry for taking you wand and lettin' the Boggart out," Harry apologized.
"Don't worry about it, Harry," Sirius said softly. "Just drink your juice and calm down."
"Is you sure you not mad?"
"I'm mad, but not at you, Harry," Sirius said reassuringly. "Definitely not at you." He bent his head down, kissing the top of Harry's head. Harry immediately started to feel a lot better.
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A/N: Sorry for a sucky ending. Well, not ending of this story but ending of this chapter.
Jessica01, thank you very much. And about the counter-potion? That's a good idea…When I start working on the fourth chapter (Which is right after I post this chapter) I'll put something in there with that…thank you, I think you might have cured my writers block
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