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Harry sighed. He knew that day was only July 15th, it had been something like a week. No, more like 2 weeks since Draco Malfoy's visit. And since then, he hadn't seen the boy. He'd seen more of Dumbledore than he wanted to. Was the old man crazy or what? His parents certainly thought so as well, but kindly let the old man visit.
Harry scuffed his shoe against the concrete side walk while walking Blackie. He frankly, loved the dog to pieces. And the dog seemed to really like Harry as well. Harry would play with him every chance he got, which was often. Blackie loved to chase birds, which surprised Harry because he thought Crookshanks would be the one doing that. Secretly, he wondered if they switched brains or something.
The thought itself cause a large grin on Harry's sober early morning face. Blackie stopped and looked at Harry, tilting his head to the side as if inquiring what Harry was smiling about. Harry chuckled at Blackie, thinking how interesting the dog would be if he were human.
"Oh nothing you sod. Just thinking maybe you and Crook switched brains or something." He assured the huge mound of furry flesh before him. He was rewarded by a growl and Blackie 'strutting' off as if to say, he would never stoop that low. Harry supposed he wouldn't, and it only made him laugh. His laughter slowly faded as they neared this one house.
He hated this house, and hated the people inside more so. They were pompous pricks. They were of course, normal people compared to Harry. But they thought ever so highly of themselves that it made Harry sick. His parents agreed with him towards his opinion of the Neighbours. The strutted around like the owned the place. Not even a week after moving in they had come up to The McLeod's home and dared to lay out 'ground rules of the neighbourhood' to them.
So of course, the first thing his mother did was break nearly all of them the first day. Loud music, a Party with alcohol, that went past 10, and she didn't plant a 'garden' out front and instead decided to 'let it grow naturally' Of course, she planted flowers and had 'her garden' in the back where the neighbours couldn't see it. She strictly told Blackie not to play in it, and so far, he hadn't.
Harry just managed to catch Blackie taking number 2 on their lawn before suddenly realizing what his 'neighbours' would think. He laughed some more, peering at the windows to make sure they weren't home before praising Blackie for his 'good work'
"That's a good boy, whenever their not home... feel free to do what you need to on their lawn..." Harry was, at this point, laughing so hard……..
"What are you laughing at" Came a sneering thick voice and Harry looked up into the face of his 'neighbours' son, Kelvin or something.
"Nothing-" Harry was snickering madly at this point and urged Blackie onward; walking away quickly, when Harry looked back, the kid had stepped in it. Harry fell over roaring. He was saved by the plush grass of some other lawn, but the fall still was hard. Just not hard enough to squish his laughter.
Blackie's face broke out in a large grin and he panted, almost like laughter, but not quite. When he calmed down enough to sit up, Harry plopped himself on his elbows and reached with one hand to pet Blackie and scratch behind his favourite ear. He was sure if dogs could purr, they would.
Harry stood up and stretched, clucking to Blackie as he crossed the street to the other side. "Let's go home and see what's in the fridge shall we?" Harry was a horrible dog owner. His mother told him that he was to feed Blackie once a day, but Harry couldn't resist giving him constant treats. He was lucky though, Blackie stayed slim so his mother never knew.
They walked home in 20 minutes without much incident after that, and when Harry got home, there was a note waiting for him on the door.
We've gone out shopping for groceries and other supplies, also, the rest of our things should be arriving today so let the movers in, okay? Right, bye sweetheart! See you at dinner, or later
That's right, Harry remembered that they had to send the majority of their things by plane, after they had arrived. But some of their things go put on the wrong plane. And by the looks of it, it was arriving soon. Which was good, Harry itched for his books and music sheets.
"Mum and Dad are gone for a bit Blackie, and Hedwig is still out, Crookshanks is probably hunting as well, so it's just you and me." Blackie wagged his tail happily and followed Harry inside, even whipping his feet on the welcome matt. He also Followed Harry into the kitchen and looked expectantly into his bowel as Harry dropped some cheese into it.
"I think… that I'll have a shower and then take a short nap before 5. Bark if someone comes at the door." He said more to himself than to Blackie and then wandered off to his bedroom.
Blackie mentally sighed relief at this. He loved his godson dearly, but he needed to make a report to Albus. Making sure the shower was on before he changed back he stretched out the kinks in his spine and headed towards the fire place. Mentally blessing the McLeod's for getting a traditional fire place.
Sirius dipped fingers into his black pouch that he had hanging on his slacks and with his wand, started a fire and threw the floo power into it. He stuck his head in and called out for the headmaster's office at Hogwarts, waiting for Dumbledore to acknowledge him.
"Sirius! How good to see you, well?" Dumbledore looked positively excited, his eyes glinting mysteriously as he leaned forward to talk with Sirius while still sitting on his comfortable chair.
Sirius shook his head and reported. "Well, Harry is incredibly bright for his age, but hasn't exhibited any knowledge of magic just yet. He is so much like his father though, his parents are gone for the day as well. From what I can gather, he composes music with some well known composers, and is one year ahead of Muggle School, meaning he graduated, at least I think so, I'm only speculating on that part."
Dumbledore sat back and thought for a moment, drumming his fingers on the arms of his chair. He came to a decision fairly quickly.
"Soon, I want you to reveal yourself to him soon. He might be frightened, but I think it would be best. I want you to tell him about his parents and Duty to the Wizardling world."
Sirius nodded, biting his upper lip to prevent himself from saying anything. Duty to the Wizardling world? Duty? And what was he going to do about revealing himself. Damn.
"How soon?" he asked instead.
"Best do it when his parents aren't around." Dumbledore looked at him pointedly and Sirius swore. Today, he would have to do it today. Damn.
"Alright. See ya Albus."
Dumbledore nodded as Sirius' head made a 'pop!' and disappeared.
Sirius sat down in front of the fire and spelled it to die down in seconds. He pondered Albus's decision. It seemed unlike him, yet like him at the same time. He bit his thumb and decided how he was going to do this.
Hell! It was his godson. He would understand. And with that, he headed upstairs, treading carefully and opened Harry's door, he started a fire in the fire place and sat down on the couch waiting for him to wake up.
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Harry had the feeling of being far too hot. He was sweating when he shouldn't be. Normally his room was fairly cool. So why was it so bloody damn hot? Without thinking, he got up, throwing his covers away from him and grumbling.
It was also dark in his room, so he wasn't very observant of the figure on the couch looking at him with a wry expression. He walked to the fire place and swung his hand in an aggravated gesture, his mind refusing to work out how the fire got lit in the first place. Sometimes he did crooked things in his sleep.
It was almost as if an invisibly hand landed on the fire, because the fire just snuffed out like that. Hearing a gasp from the couch he twirled around, feeling the familiar rush of magic from his act with the fire, and with a final 'click' the lights randomly turned on. Harry stared into the face of Sirius Black; one very shocked Sirius Black at that.
"How did you get in here?" Harry asked, fully awake with his mind working now. Okay, so it was Sirius who caused the fire in the fire place, but how had he got in? And how come Harry didn't notice him walk in his room?
"You let me in." Harry frowned, He what?
"Sorry, I won't play games… its just that… you're so much like your father..."
"You knew my father?" Harry suddenly asked, his interested peaked, but he was so utterly suspicious.
"Aye, as for how I got in, well….." Harry suddenly looked petrified as his mind 'clicked.' God, hadn't he noticed the similarity?
"You're Blackie." Not a question, Sirius nodded his head, a grin forming on his face at his Godson's quick thinking.
"Heh yeah, but I assure you, the name was NOT my choice." Harry had to smile at that.
"So, you can do magic after all…" Also not a question, Sirius was looking at Harry intently, and Harry sighed, running his hands through his hair and thinking. Might as well.
"Yes I can," wavering his hand to a chair and it slid over to him so he could sit down in its comfortable leather and explain.
"Ever since I was 5, actually. Its more… if my wills strong enough, it'll happen. Um… what do you want?" Harry asked in return, intensifying his glare into Sirius Black's eyes, causing the man to squirm.
"I have things to tell you, like why your magical… those types of things. And.. something else. Man this is difficult." Sirius also ran his fingers through his hair and Harry had to suppress and grin.
"then just say it and get it over with." Harry spoke bluntly, vaguely remember a conversation he had with Draco along the same lines of advice he had given to the kid. Sirius opened his mouth to speak. And of all the scenarios Harry could picture… What was said next, didn't come up in any of them.
"I'm your Godfather."
Erm, I'm very sorry for the long wait.School has been major suck0rz. Again, I apologise, this chapter is bound to suck like bullocks because of it, but I can't help it but I promises I won't quit the story…. Unless it becomes one of those "I have to quit the story or fail life" type reasons, LOL.