Sheba
In the entrance hall, Sirius set Harry down on the floor, not missing the sad look he had in his eyes. "Harry what's wrong?" Sirius asked the sad little boy.
Harry avoided Sirius' eyes and shrugged his shoulders, the scared feeling he had had earlier had returned. He stepped back away from his godfather, not wanting the man to come closer.
"N...Nothing. I'm just t...t...tired." Harry stuttered. Sirius' instantly was on alert, Harry only stuttered when he was scared.
Sirius squatted down in front of the little boy. "Harry. You can tell me what's wrong?" He asked reaching forward to hug the boy. Harry shook his head and stepped back away from him.
"N...Nothing..."He said quietly, he was luckily saved by his new friend.
"Mr. Sirius, sir, we is to be leaving soon. You and Harry's portkey is running out, sirs. You should be laving now, sirs." Squeakers' spoke up gesturing to the horse less carriage waiting for them all.
Sirius nodded his head still watching his godson. "Right come on Pronglet." Sirius said, bending down to pick up Harry but stopped when the little boy flinched and whimpered at his touch. Sirius held his hands up in surrender. "It's okay Harry. Come on." Sirius smiled encouragingly to his young godson who hurried out the door and into the carriage on his own.
Sirius worriedly followed in silence. The ride was completely silent, as they neared the village Sirius spoke up. "Well we're here Harry, I wanted to ask you before we got there what color you wanted your room to be." Harry shrugged his shoulders and followed his godfather out of the carriage. "Alright Harry I need you to take hold of this okay?" Harry nodded his head and clutched the old dog toy. Within seconds he felt a tug around his navel and he was transported with Sirius to his new home.
Harry landed on his back tears welled up in his eyes from the harsh impact. He wheezed trying to regain his breath. Sirius by his side in an instant, looking worriedly at him. "I'm so sorry Harry." Sirius said as he helped the little boy up. "Take your time deep breaths." Sirius instructed, Harry did as he was told he started to regain his breath. "There you go Harry. That's it." Harry finally got his breathing under control.
"Thank you." Harry said clutching his chest.
'And so the pain begins again.' Harry thought to himself missing the caring look in his godfather's eyes.
"No problem, kiddo." Harry was about to stand up when Sirius stopped him. "Wow there, little guy, take it easy for a second." Harry nodded, seconds later Squeakers appeared next to Harry.
"We is all here, sirs." He said almost bowing. "We's like to introduce our selves." Squeakers said, gesturing to the other four house elves waiting behind him. Sirius nodded his head.
The first house elf to come forward was a little girl house elf warring a little tea cozy, she had big brown eyes and a caring look on her little face as she watched Harry, apparently seeing the whole scene that had just taken place.
"I is Bianca, Sirs." The little elf introduced herself, bowing her head slightly. "I is to be doing the cooking and the cleaning, sirs." She walked to the side to stand next to Squeakers who held her hand. (Ah... Squeakers and Bianca sitting in a tree...)
The next house elf to walk up was another girl, apparently Squeakers were one with the lady house elves. "I is Misha." She had to be the tiniest house elf that Sirius had ever seen. "I is to keep fires running good and to sew things for the young sirs. I is also to baby sit when needed sir."
Sirius smiled he liked these house elves, nothing like the ones that he had when he was growing up. The next elf was a male. He was different from the others. He wore wizard clothes... with odd socks... bother were different and multi colors. "I is Tyls sirs. I is to do the gardening. I is also to keep the house well greeneries." He introduced himself. Harry smiled, this house elf had funny socks.
The last house elf walked forward looking around warily. "I is Dobby sirs. I do anything that is asked sirs. I can do lots of things... I can clean all nice like." He little elf said happily bowing deeply then smiling toothily at his masters.
Squeakers stepped forward in front of Sirius and Harry. "And I is Squeakers. I do the bedding." Squeakers said once again proudly like it was the best job in the world. One of the house elves coughed making Squeakers to sigh. "I also cook." He said sadly. Apparently he didn't like that job.
"Well I'm Sirius and this is Harry. Um... yeah... uh... we'll be helping you clean up the house so you don't have to worry about the whole mess." Some of the house elves looked appalled at the thought of their masters working. "Yeah so let's get to work." Sirius said brightly. Completely forgetting about the troubles bothering him about Harry.
Harry sighed as he walked up to Squeakers. "Hey Squeakers!" Harry called walking over to his friend. "Um could I have a bucket with some soapy water in it? And some rags or scrubbing things with it?" Harry asked uncertainly. Squeakers thought about in for a moment before snapping his fingers and it appeared in front of Harry.
"There you is go, Sir." He said before walking off. Harry took the bucket in both hands and looked around. Where to start?
The entrance hall where he was standing wasn't the biggest but it did have a large mirror in front of the door giving it a large effect. Down the hall there was a staircase opening from the side of the living room, which was connected to the dining room. The kitchen was across the hall.
Harry figured that he would start with the living room. Seeing as it was the dirtiest. Harry proceeded to wash down the entire room, and then with the help from Squeakers he re-arranged the entire room. This was a big risk on his part. He didn't know whether Sirius would like it. That's what scared him.
Sirius was still wasn't as healthy as he was but he looked like he had more power than Uncle Vernon did. What would he do to him if he didn't like what Harry had did to the place? He worked himself to the bone in fear of making Sirius' madder than he already could be from the changes that Harry had made to the living room. Harry had no idea what to expect living with his godfather in their house. Was he going to be like Uncle Vernon? Was he going to make him do all the work? He had no idea, even though Sirius said that he wouldn't hurt him.
At around ten till seven, Sirius staggered into the room. Harry froze in his seat. He was currently sitting in front of the door to the back yard, which was huge. He had, for the last half hour, been working on scrapping off the crud that had collected over the years when the house wasn't in use. He had cut himself four times using a razor scrapping the grime off the glass door.
Harry held his breath as finally Sirius noticed the difference in the room. Harry dreaded what was to come as the minutes ticked by. Sirius' face went from a look of awe to surprise to dread?
Harry flinched back as Sirius finally rested his eyes on him. Harry immediately started putting himself down for the work he had done. "I'm sorry I changed the furniture around. (Even though there were only 5 chairs and two coffee tables in the room.) I didn't know what you wanted to do with it so I changed it... and I'm know I'm doing a bad job with the glass doors... But this is only a first go through... I'll work on it some more tomorrow... I promise..." Harry said quietly staring at the floor, not daring to look up at Sirius' bound to be angry face.
Harry didn't hear Sirius get of the chair that he was on and walk over to him. He couldn't hear anything over the pounding in his ears. He flinched violently as a soft hand brushed his arm. Harry looked frightfully up at his god father who had tears in his eyes. 'Had he hated it that much?' Harry thought to himself.
Not knowing what to do, Harry let Sirius hug him with all his might. He couldn't believe all that the young boy had done. It was amazing. How could some one so little do this much in only a day. Work crews would have trouble doing as much as Harry had did in this one day.
"Harry—" Sirius began, "I can't believe-"
Sirius was interrupted by Harry who struggled to free himself from Sirius' arms. "I'm sorry... It won't happen again... I'll try harder next time I promise... please don't hit me... I'll be a good boy. I won't have dinner tonight... please don't-" Harry cried shielding his face with his hands cowering away from Sirius.
More tears fell down Sirius' face. How could the Dursleys do this to a young boy. The job on the room was excellent. He couldn't believe that Harry had done it himself. "God Harry. Please don't... I would never hit you... Never do you understand me?" Harry nodded his head quickly. "Pronglet look at me." Harry took a moment to shift his arms and looked at Sirius with terrified green eyes. "Harry... I will never... never ever hurt you. I will never raise my hand against you." Sirius said softly putting the most emotion that he could behind the words that he spoke. How could he get the point across to his godson? It seemed almost impossible.
Doing the only thing he could think of to solve the problem Sirius carefully entered Harry's mind. The little boy didn't reject him. 'Harry. Show me what's wrong.' Sirius said mentally into the little boys head. Harry quickly obliged and brought forth the first picture. It was of himself hitting Remus in the face. He didn't think that Harry had seen that... The next few that followed was of himself hitting Harry. Sirius looked at the scenes before him in horror. It looked as if some of the things that Vernon had done to little Harry were the same thing... but with himself as the person throwing the punches out.
Sirius slammed back into his own head shaking... he didn't know whether it be from anger at the Dursleys or the sickness he felt for himself at the fear one incident had caused on the most important person in his life.
Not trying to hold it back Sirius promptly threw up on the floor, his stomach heaving painfully. Wiping his mouth with the shoulder of his shirt Sirius looked desperately at Harry.
"Harry." Sirius looked at the boy who was still staring at Sirius, with his hands down he looked as if he was going to go to Sirius' aid when he was throwing up. "You have to believe me. I would never... never would I ever raise my hand to you. I know you don't right now but please give me a chance okay? Please... give me a chance. What I wanted to say was that I thought you did the best job in the world on this room. I am so proud of you. More than I can say." Sirius said gesturing around the room. Harry stared at him now with shock in his eyes.
"I just hope that your room will live up to it." Sirius said smiling at the little boy. Harry had curiosity written all over his face. "Do you want to see it?" Sirius asked opening his arms for the little boy.
Harry sensing some one watching them looked around the room spotting a set of bright blue eyes staring back at him. It was Squeakers, he was waiting to make sure that Harry was alright. He didn't care what happened to him, he just knew that he wanted to keep Harry safe. He nodded his head to Harry who took a few tentative steps into Sirius' arms.
Sirius picked him up with no problem. Harry felt at ease in his godfathers' arms. He felt what he had felt the night before, undiluted love. He was again a bit shocked about how much there was of it.
Harry surveyed his surroundings. They walked up a flight of stairs and into a big hall. It had to be at least nine feet wide. It was huge compared to the Dursleys. Sirius walked down the hall past two rooms. Both sides of the hall had two rooms, and at the very end of the hall there was a door at the end of the hall. That was to be Harry's room. It was by far the grandest of the house. It would never be Sirius' however much he may have wanted it couldn't have been his, it had once been James when he had moved in with Sirius when he had first bought the place.
Sirius set Harry down on the floor in front of the door. "Okay this is your room you can change it if you don't like it okay?" Sirius asked, Harry nodded his head, slowly Sirius opened the door. He gave Harry a little push into the room. He smiled as Harry gasped.
Harry couldn't believe that this was to be his room. The room was adorned in different Quidditch posters, with many many pictures of four men and a few women on the walls. The floor was covered in a great carpet with 5 names writing across it with a great picture next to each of the names; Padfoot (a dog), Prongs (a stag), Moony (a wolf), Pronglet (not telling you that yet) and Jade (a raven). Each of the animals chased each other across the floor.
Harry averted his gaze away from the running animals to scope out the rest of the room. There was a great set of double doors off to the side of the room. He shifted his gaze to stare in awe at the bed. It was enormous. It was the biggest bed he had ever seen. It was a queen size four poster bed with red and gold curtains hanging around it. The bed was in the middle of the room, not in front of the door but off to the side (For those of you who aren't Asian if the bed is right in front of the door its bad chi.) there was a great desk sitting on the far side of the room. It was quite large, made out of the best quality of oak there was. On the opposite side of the room from the great double doors there was another door, it was the door to the bathroom, to Harry the tub looked like a swimming pool, when really it was just an overly large Jacuzzi with a showerhead. The sink had a great mirror sitting behind it; the table top was made of the finest marble that you could find.
Harry turned and looked at his godfather who smiled and pointed to the double doors. Harry walked cautiously towards it. He pulled the doors open only to jump back as something small and furry jumped up to greet him.
A little pure black husky, which at the moment looked like a small fur-ball jumped up at Harry. Harry in turn looked down at the little dog in shock. It was so tiny. Harry carefully sat down and let the little dog jump into his lap.
"She's yours Harry." Sirius said standing back and watching the scene unfold, making sure not to block the view of the camera... he was taping all of this to show Harry later. "She doesn't have a name yet. You can name her anything you want Pronglet." Sirius said as his smile grew wider as the little dog jumped up licking Harry's nose.
"Uh... Sheba." Sirius was a bit shocked by the choice but let it go. "Do ya like that girl? Sheba?" The little dog jumped around excitedly. "I'll take that as a yes!" Harry laughed hugging Sheba. With Sheba nestled in his arms Harry stood up and looked at Sirius. "Thank you Padfoot." He said quietly he put the dog on the floor and hugged Sirius with all his might. "I love Sheba, as much as I love you." Harry said honestly, releasing his godfather and going back to playing with his new love of his life, Sheba.
"Come on Sheba! Let's go down stairs! We have to get you some food and find some things to play with..." Harry rambled, letting the little black dog follow him down the hall. Harry did, though, pick up the little dog carrying her down the stairs.