Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I do, however, love the movies and books! And I think Dan Radcliffe is very cute!
Summary: Harry Potter was abandoned as a child on the streets of London. Now at the age of fifteen he continues to survive on the streets. Sirius was freed after the capture of Pettigrew, and is now searching for his godson.
Chapter Ten
Mrs. Wilson provided lunch for everyone. Everyone spoke lightly over lunch, mostly lost in their thoughts.
After lunch Harry went back to the guest room. He had agreed to try staying with Sirius and Remus. He was very reluctant about it though. He didn't really know what to expect. He hated not knowing and being in control of a situation.
A knock on his door alerted him that someone was there. The door opened a little and Harry could make out Mr. and Mrs. Wilson standing on the other side. Slowly they entered the room.
"Are you okay?" Mrs. Wilson asked as she came closer.
Harry hesitated. "Am I doing the right thing? Going with them, I mean." Harry asked.
Mrs. Wilson smiled sympathetically. "All you can do is try, kid. If you need anything don't hesitate to contact us, okay?" She said handing him a slip of paper with their phone number on it. Harry nodded and gave her a little smile.
"Thank you." Harry said sincerely.
"Are you ready?" Mr. Wilson asked. After Harry's nod Mr. Wilson picked up Harry's book bag and lead the way out of the room. In the living room, Sirius and Remus waited for them. They smiled as they entered.
"Ready?" Sirius asked. Harry nodded and Mr. Wilson handed the book bag to Sirius. Outside, in the bookstore, Mrs. Wilson pulled Harry into a gentle hug. Mr. Wilson gave him a hug as well after his wife pulled away. Harry stiffened at both hugs, but accepted them.
"Take care, okay?" Mr. Wilson said softly. "We'll see you in a few days."
Harry nodded. "I'll give these back to you when I don't need them any more." Harry said gesturing to the crutches.
Mr. Wilson shook his head. "Don't worry about it, lad. Don't worry so much." He chided him smiling.
Harry gave them both a smile and followed Sirius and Remus outside. He felt incredibly uncomfortable with these new people. He didn't know what to expect.
"Where are we going?" He asked hesitantly.
"Well, first to get something to drink. We still have some things to discuss." Remus said smiling.
"Like what?" Harry became suspicious all of a sudden. Why couldn't they have talked about this while at the book store? Why somewhere else? Was it safe? What was going on?
Sirius noticed where his thoughts were leading and explained. "Its something we couldn't talk about around Muggles."
"Muggles?" Harry asked bewildered.
"Yes, Muggles. It's not an insult, Harry." He added as he noticed Harry began to retort. "We'll explain when we get there."
"Get where?" Harry asked exasperated. He didn't like being left in the dark.
Remus sighed. "To the Leakey Cauldron."
"And what is the Leakey Cauldron?"
"It's a room and resteraunt." Sirius explained. "We'll explain there, okay?" Harry nodded and they continued. "Let's call for a cab."
It took them twenty minutes in the cab before they arrived at a shabby looking building with a sign saying 'The Leakey Cauldron.' Walking inside they came to a bar where a short chubby man came over to them.
"Can we get a room, please Tom?" Remus asked. Sirius paid for the room and Tom led them up the stairs all the way giving Harry curious glances, but not saying anything. He opened the door for them and handed them a key telling them to inform him if they needed anything. He gave Harry one last curious glace as he walked out the door.
Inside there was a bed, a small couch, and a small table. Sirius made his way over to the fire place and lit a fire the Muggle way. The flames cast an eerie glow across the room. "Come on, let's sit down and we'll explain everything." Remus told Harry who complied. Sirius joined them a moment later.
Sighing Sirius began his explanation. "What we've told you so far is completely true. But there's more that we couldn't talk about there." Harry nodded that he understood so far and motioned for him to continue. "Magic is real."
"You honestly expect me to believe that magic is real?" Harry asked just to clarify. After their nods he jumped to his feet grabbing his book bag and slinging it over his shoulder and walking towards the door. "Your loony if you expect me to believe that." Harry stated as he reached for the door handle.
"Wait. I can prove it. I can show you magic is real." Sirius said before his godson could leave the room. The two friends watched as Harry cautiously turned around to face them, but he didn't move any closer to where they were standing. Sirius took out a stick that from his pocket. "This is a wand."
"Yeah, so? I've read about those in fairy tales. Big deal." Harry said obviously not impressed.
Sirius pointed the wand at Harry's book bag. "Accio." Harry's bag lifted from his shoulder making him release it and jump away and soar toward Sirius. "See? Magic is real. It does exist."
Harry stood there a moment gaping like a fish, trying to get his voice to work and formulate his thoughts. "How is that possible?" He finally managed to say.
"The Ministry we spoke of earlier, as well as some of the Muggle government keep the magical world secret from the Muggles." Remus explained.
"And what exactly is a Muggle?" Harry asked not for the second time since he'd heard that word.
"A Muggle is a non-magical person." Remus began. "See there are pure bloods, who have no muggle in their bloods. There are half bloods who have one Muggle parent and one magical parent. And there are squibs who are from magical families but have no magic."
"Will you come over and let us explain everything?" Sirius asked his godson who stood there a moment contemplating what to do. Finally the boy nodded and sat down at the table again.
Remus sighed then looked up at Harry who was looking at the both of them expectantly. "We're what's called Wizards. Your parents were Wizards. The man who killed your parents was a Wizard. Voldemort, also known as He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, You-Know-Who, and the Dark Lord, came to your house with intents to kill you."
"Why? Why did he want to kill me?" Harry interrupted.
"Because a prophecy was made by a seer. The prophecy said that one day, this child would have the power to defeat Voldemort. The prophecy fit two families. Yours, and the Longbottoms. You and Neville Longbottom. Both of you were born at the end of the seventh month, July. Both of you had parents who defied Voldemort three times. Voldemort made a choice. He picked one of the two of you. The one who he felt would be more of a threat. He picked you." Sirius paused a moment to gather his thoughts and again continued. "Your mum was a muggle born witch. Your father was a pure blood wizard. Voldemort had a mother who was pure blood and a father who was muggle. While, Neville Longbottom was a pure blood wizard. He must have picked who he was more similar to, in those regards. Something about you defeated Voldemort that night. I went to your house and found you among the rubble of the house. A friend of ours," He motioned to Remus. "Showed up and I gave you to him so I could go find Peter, the one who told Voldemort your families whereabouts. I found him and he faked his death. I was sent to Azkaban, a Wizarding Prison and was freed later, as I told you earlier."
They both watched for Harry's reaction to the news he'd been given. Harry just sat there a moment in deep thought. Finally he spoke. "What now?"
"Well, now we will floo to the Ministry of Magic and inform them of your being found, then we will go to our house and settle in. From there we'll probably start some tutoring so you can learn to use your magic. I imagine you've shown some magical abilities already. Most children do through growing up, though usually its controlled by emotion." Remus explained.
Harry gave him a confused look. "Floo?"
Remus smiled he'd forgotten that they'd have to explain the terms that were different from the Muggle world. "Yes, floo. It's a way of traveling though the fireplace. You use what's called Floo Powder and throw it in, call your destination out and step in."
Harry have them a look that clearly said he thought they were nuts. "You expect me to step into fire and travel to another place? Fire burns people, not help them travel."
Sirius laughed. "Yes, in the Muggle world that is the case, however, here in the Wizarding world the Floo Powder nullifies the effects of the fire, and allows you to travel. We'll show you."
"Are you ready?" Remus asked. At Harry's not they got up from their seats and made their ways downstairs. Harry went behind the two adults because his crutches slowed him down a great deal when it came to stairs. Sirius spoke to the owner, and Harry assumed he was thanking him because he hard Tom say 'it was no problem.' Harry followed them to the large fire place and waited for them.
"Okay, I'll do it first to show you how to do this." Sirius said. Harry watched as he threw some grey powder into the fire and the flames turned green. He called 'Ministry of Magic' and stepped in disappearing into the green flames. Harry stepped back shocked. He hadn't truly expected it to work.
"You okay?" Remus asked, balancing Harry so he didn't trip and Harry nodded. "I'll take your crutches with me. Sirius will help you when you get there." Remus threw the powder in for Harry and followed Sirius' example of calling 'Ministry of Magic'. Harry gave Remus his crutches and stepped cautiously into the flames and instantly began to twirl and twist about. He got glimpses of offices and rooms beyond the fire place. Finally, he felt like he was pushed. Before he fell to the ground, he could feel arms grab his shoulders to stabilize him. Looking up, he could see Sirius. Harry winced a little. He'd hit his foot on the ground as he came out, trying to balance himself.
"You okay, kiddo?" Sirius asked with concern in his voice. Harry nodded. "We'll get that ankle fixed up soon." At Harry's look he continued. "Muggle medicine is further behind in most areas, than Wazarding medicine is. Healing doesn't take longer in the Wizarding world." Harry nodded that he understood. The green flames burst again and Remus stepped out of the grate, and brushed some soot off of his robes. He smiled and handed Harry his crutches. They made their way to the receptionist desk.
Excuse me, Miss." Sirius said politely to the young witch behind the counter. "We need to find the Family Affairs office."
"Fourth floor, room 387." Sirius nodded and thanked the young witch before leading them to room 387.
Once they reached the door they knocked and received a 'Come In'. An older man who looked about six feet tall when he stood to greet them was in the office. "What can I do for you, Mr. Black, Mr. Lupin?"
"I would like to notify the ministry that I have found my godson, and plan on taking him home. I'd like the documents stating he's been found before we leave, please." Sirius didn't want to take the chance of Minister Fudge trying something.
The man blanched, they had been told his name was Mr. Samson. "Your godson! Harry Potter?" He asked stunned looking from the both of them to the teen boy on Muggle crutches, then looking to the boys forehead. "You're Harry Potter!" The man asked, his voice raised slightly in shock. At Harry's slow nod he continued, and immediately got to business. "I need to call the minister down." And with that he left the room.
"Why does he need to call the Minister?" Harry asked his companions.
"Your quite well known around here because of what happened with your parents, then your disappearance." Remus explained. "He probably wants to get some kind of notoriety out of meeting you and speaking with you."
"I take it you don't like him much." Harry stated.
"No." Sirius said making a face. "He's a fame craving idiot. I have no idea how he got into office."
The door opening caught their attention. A short chubby man stepped in. He was wearing an ugly pair of robes, and a green bowler hat was on his head. He greeted Sirius and Remus shortly and turned his attention to Harry.
"Ahh, Mr. Potter, I take it?" He asked smiling and offering his hand. Harry didn't reply, nor did he take the offered hand. He just nodded. He didn't like the man already.
Without missing a beat the Minister took his hand back and smiled. "Well, I need to speak with Mr. Potter to find out where he's been for the past few years." He said turning to Sirius.
Harry didn't like this one bit. He didn't want to talk with this man or any one associated with him. Thankfully, Sirius stepped in front of him, blocking the Ministers path.
"I don't think that's important at the Moment, Minister." Sirius said his face hardening a little. "Right now it would be best for him to get settled in. You can find out the what you need later, after he's settled."
"Well now! See here." The minister said obviously outraged at being denied speaking to Harry. "It is imperative we find out what has happened."
"That may be Minister, but it is not important at the moment." Sirius said not giving in an inch. "You can find out what you need later."
Minister Fudge was outraged. His face was reddening. "How dare you!" He began to advance on Sirius. "That boy has been missing for almost ten years! We need to find out what has happened."
"Maybe so, but you can find out another time." Sirius said as calmly as earlier, but his expression and body language told exactly how angry and short tempered he was. "He has the right to get settled and his privacy. All we need is the papers stating he has been found, and we shall be on our way."
"Lets set up a date and time for you to bring him back in." Minister Fudge said taking a deep breath. He had obviously realized how angry Sirius was and didn't want to unleash the mans anger too far.
"That can be dealt with another time, Minister." Sirius said still standing protectively in front of Harry. The minister began to argue and Sirius interrupted before he could begin. "We will notify you when you may speak with him. But at the moment we would like to have the papers, and we will be on our way."
Seeing he wouldn't get anything right now, and not wanting to take the chance of angering Sirius to the point where he would absolutely refuse to allow the interview he conceded. Signing the papers and handing them to Sirius he again attempted to set up a date and time to speak with Harry but was again refused.
End of Chapter Ten.
A/N: Thank you for reading! I'm sorry it took so long! I had a little block on continuing. But I'm back on track. I hope you like the new chapter! Please review!
Next chapter: Living with Sirius and Remus. Meeting new people, from the past.