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NOTE: this is part two of I was almost killed then they came. You don't have to read that one first but if you want more understanding then please do. I wrote this before the sixth book came out so don't be surprised if it's completely different. The person who dies at the end of the half blood prince is still alive in this story and Fudge is still minister of magic. Enjoy it anyway! And remember to review at the end!
Chapter 1Sands of Egypt blew,
Ancient Power stirring,
One more evil being for the world to fear,
The end is near. Only few can stop it,
Joined by the forces of trust,
May this evil fallThis summer had to have been the hottest summer in over a decade. Everything was brown; the grass, the leaves, even some of the people.
Despite the heat, this was also the best summer Harry Potter had had in his entire life. After the novelty of living with Sirius and Lupin had worn off he'd become a normal teenager. Not a normal wizard teenager either, he was simply a normal teenager. He had a girlfriend, a job and he listened to heavy metal music late into the night then woke up late in the morning where he hung around the house wearing nothing but a pair of jeans.
"Wake up, Harry!"
Harry pulled the blankets over his head and gave an objective groan as Lupin opened his blinds, letting in the blazing sunlight.
"Come on, get up, its almost ten!" Lupin came over and yanked the blankets off the bed as Harry emitted a low hiss and covered his eyes.
"Happy birthday" Lupin said pointedly, putting his hands on his hips and staring at Harry as he thrashed around on the bed, demanding darkness. Finally he wore himself out and sat up.
"Come on, get up" Lupin said again, putting a hand under one of his arms and tugging him to his feet. "Sirius made breakfast. He's waiting for you"
"Sirius made breakfast?" Harry asked, pulling out his usual pair of jeans and putting then on over his boxer shorts and following Lupin from the room.
Having Sirius make breakfast was a treat because, although he rarely did it, Harry's godfather was a talented chef.
Harry sat at the table as Lupin disappeared into the kitchen. He pulled the daily prophet towards him and stared at the front page where his own face stared back.
Ever since accidentally taking Voldemort's title of Evil wizard the previous year, the press had gone out of their way to bring him crashing down. Harry sighed and began reading the article.
POTTER OF AGE
Harry Potter turns seventeen today and the ministry is having serious thoughts about taking away his privileges of using magic outside of school. Writes Rita Skeeter. After supposedly using an unforgivable curse on the minister of magic himself, the Wizengamot is going into session this morning to decide whether Potter should be able to take his age test and do his apparition exam.
They have already gone to session about Potter becoming an animagus even though he has yet to put in a claim.
"What worries us the most" comments the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, "is that we have no idea where he is. We received news only a week ago that Potter was no longer living at his uncle's house but is currently in hiding somewhere in London." Charges could be pressed against Dumbledore for hiding the boy without ministry clarification…
Harry scanned the rest of the page but it was mostly comments from other ministry officials about why he should or shouldn't do his age test.
Little did the ministry know, Harry had been practicing wandless magic and had been Apperating for half a year now and he had done a very good job of keeping it a secret.
"Harry Birthday, Harry!" Sirius came out of the kitchen with two plates of pancakes smothered in ice cream and maple syrup. Lupin came out carrying his own plate and the three of them sat down for breakfast.
When they were finished, Lupin took the plates back to the kitchen and Sirius bought out Harry's present; three magic books, a new servicing kit for his broom that claims it will make his broom even faster and a shit load of sweets.
Most boys would say this was pathetic but Harry, who had never had a proper birthday, was pleased all the same.
"We've got a surprise for later," Lupin said, returning from the kitchen and sitting down to read the latest article on Harry's life.
Harry sat, chatting to Sirius for a little longer before heading out to the living room where he had an exercise bike set up.
He turned the TV on to the music channel and began exercising furiously.
Over the entire summer, Harry had spent countless hours working his body and he was no longer the scrawny boy who was under nourished but a well built seventeen year old who spent a lot of time defining his pecks.
It was almost lunchtime when Harry finally stopped. Someone was knocking on the door and Harry, picking up his water bottle, went to open it, expecting it to be Kingsley, Tonks or Moody.
It wasn't. Instead, standing on the doorstep holding a weathered travel bag, was a skinny, pale girl with short black hair that spiked stylishly at the back and almost no existent breasts. She was wearing a black singlet top, a white vintage skirt and fake leather cowboy boots. She looked about fifteen or sixteen.
"Hi" she said awkwardly after a few minutes of Harry gaping at her. "Does Sirius Black live here?"
"How did you find this place?" Harry asked, stubbornly blowing off her question.
"Oh" she said, blushing a little under Harry's piercing glare. "Albus Dumbledore told me. So is Sirius home?"
"Who are you?"
"Ah, I'm sorry. My name is Jenna Black. I'm looking for my father. I'm Sirius' daughter"
Harry's jaw dropped and so did his water bottle. Now that he thought about it, this girl did look a lot like Sirius. Same dark hair, same pale skin, same vacant, black eyes.
"Sirius' what? Oh, come in" Harry picked his bottle up and led her down the hall to the dining room, preying that Sirius wasn't doing magic in case this girl was a muggle.
"Use a condom next time, mate" Harry said rudely, glad to find that his godfather was only reading the paper.
"What's going on, Harry?" Sirius asked, knowing full well that Harry knew not to bring home his muggle friends.
"My name is Jenna" the girl said as Harry sat at the end of the table and glared at her. "Albus Dumbledore told me I could find you here, I'm your daughter"
It was Sirius' turn to have his jaw drop.
"Your what?" Sirius looked at Harry as if this was some kind of joke. Harry gave the look back. "Well…well whose your mother?" Sirius was now glancing all around the room as if searching for a way out.
"Julie Brave"
"Julie Brave?" Harry and Sirius uttered simultaneously. Julie Brave was Harry's long lost godmother whom he'd only found out about the year before.
"Does she know you're here?" Sirius asked finally, realising that he'd have to be the adult here, seeing as Lupin was doing work up stairs in the study.
"Well…no. But I'm sure she's guessed. It's a long flight from New York" Jenna blushed again and glanced at Harry who put his feet up on the table and crossed his arms.
"Give me your number, I'll give her a call" Sirius collected the number and left the room.
"So…" Jenna said, seating herself on the end of a chair and smiling at Harry. Harry simply glared. He wasn't going to accept this girl. He, Sirius and Lupin were all loners in this world and here she was, messing it up. "I guess you're my brother then…Harry, isn't it? Where's your mother?" Jenna glanced at the door as if expecting a woman to appear. Harry grinded his teeth together as she started rambling on about her step dad and how she had always wanted to meet her real dad.
"Shut up!" Harry couldn't contain himself any longer. "Would you just shut up? You shouldn't bee here; you've ripped Sirius in half in the space of ten minutes! He doesn't need this! And I'm not your fucking brother!"
"Whoa! Slow down Harry…what?" Lupin had just come strolling in to the room and had just spotted the strange girl sitting at the table.
"Harry" Lupin said through his teeth "what did we say about bringing friends home?"
"She's not my friend" Harry growled back. "She's Sirius' love child"
"Oh god. I knew this would happen"
"What do you mean, you knew? You knew about her?" Harry clenched his fists in order to stay calm. He wasn't mad at Lupin, he was mad at the girl but because Lupin was speaking it seemed fair for him to cop it.
"Not about her, no!" Lupin seemed equally pissed off and Jenna sat through it all, smiling ever so slightly. "But I knew Sirius would do something like this. He was to bloody reckless for his own good! SIRIUS!" Lupin yelled as Sirius came back through the door "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?" he gestured to Jenna with a wild hand.
"I'm trying to sort it out, ok?" Sirius said angrily before turning to Jenna. "I talked to your mother- Julie- and…"
"Julie? Julie Brave? Oh Sirius" Lupin groaned. He knew that Julie was Harry's godmother.
"And" Sirius continued, "she asked for you to stay here a while until she sorts out some marital problems with Rick." Sirius made a disgusted face as Lupin and Harry stared at him in horror at even mentioning the girl staying. "So I guess you can have the room next to Harry's…"
"WHAT?" Harry and Lupin shouted in disbelief. They stared at Sirius for a moment before Lupin stepped over hurriedly and turned Harry away from the other two.
"Your eyes" he whispered.
Harry's eyes had turned a glowing red. It wasn't anything new to him. All through the previous year, whenever he got uncontrollably angry, his eyes would turn red. This was never a good sign because it mean he needed to let off some steam. Last year he'd blown up a street and jumped off a cliff when he completely lost his mind.
Harry blinked a few times and breathed deeply until Lupin nodded and they turned back to Sirius and his daughter.
"She cant stay here" Harry said reasonably "we don't know if she's safe. What if she's a spy?"
"Dumbledore let her in, Harry" Sirius replied, giving Harry a cool stare. Harry returned it just as forcefully.
"Fine" he snarled after a minute or so. "But don't expect me to welcome her. I'm going to work" Harry stormed out of the room, slamming the door with such force that it cracked under his immense power, and ran upstairs to change into his work clothes.
For the past month and a half, Harry had been working at a garage a few miles away called 'The Pit Stop'. On the outside, The pit stop looked like any other petrol station but, in a big shed out the back, the three main mechanics ran a service out the back for illegally souped up cars that were used for street racing and raids.
Harry pulled on his pair of navy blue, heavy-duty jeans and slung his shirt over his shoulder before leaving again. He passed Lupin in the hall muttering angrily to himself before he let himself out onto the street and began to walk.
Most days Harry would walk the one and three quarter miles to and from work for exercise. Some days he would get a lift with Lupin who worked at Gringottes and, on the rare occasions that he was late, he would apperate or catch the knight bus.
Today, as he walked along the dusty streets of the rougher side of London, he could only feel hatred pounding in his ears. Hatred for Sirius, and Jenna. For some reason he felt a lot closer to Lupin today than any other.
Once he was off his home street though, Harry began to feel calmer and his anger was ebbing away with every step. He strolled past the local youth centre where, in a derelict basketball court, three, tall black boys were taking turns in shooting hoops. Outside the youth centre a few girls were lazing under a tree listening to rap music. Harry waved to them but didn't stop to talk. He'd become quite well known in the neighbourhood after getting a job at the pit stop. The pit stop, according to all residential teens, was the centre of all life and although all of them try and get jobs there, George, the owner, wouldn't take just anybody.
Harry had gotten his job through Kingsley who serviced his car there. Kingsley had also been teaching Harry to drive and now claimed that he was a natural.
Harry took a short cut across the soccer field and entered the garage five minutes early.
"Happy birthday, mate" said a tall boy with bleached blonde hair and a goofy smile as Harry entered the front shop.
"Thanks, Drew" Harry muttered, dropping his shirt on a shelf and leaning on the counter.
Harry and Drew, eighteen years old, were known as 'the front men' they worked out in the front shop, filling petrol tanks, checking tire pressure and proving food for single men, just like employees should in a garage.
Out the back though, in a massive shed, was where the real work was done. Rev-heads bought their hot-rod in for servicing by the main mechanics.
George, the owner, did most of the dirty work; working under the bonnet. Frank was next in line and he did kit work and body designs. The last guy was Razza. Razza was in charge of the computer works. He designed the cars from a laptop in the corner and made deals with other illegal companies.
"You get it" Drew said, watching an old lady in a pink Cadillac pull up by the pump. Harry left the shop and walked over to the lady's window.
"Oh, hello, Dear" she said, fumbling with her purse as Harry opened the petrol tank. "Could you fill it up, please?" she asked.
"Sure thing!" Harry said cheerily. He liked being nice to the old people.
After he'd finished with the old lady a steady stream of cars came in, keeping both boys busy late into the afternoon.
Harry was just letting an Asian girl in a pink sedan into the back shed when another girl with frizzy brown hair came dashing across the street.
"Harry!" Hermione said breathlessly, clutching at a stitch in her chest.
"Hi, Hermione" Harry said, sliding the roller doors closed behind the pink car. Hermione, who lived over the other side of London, in the neat suburbs, came to visit Harry quite often so it wasn't a shock to seen her here.
"Harry, you have to help me. I got caught robbing a bank on a security camera!"
"Why did you rob a bank?" Harry asked, frowning as he led her into the shop where Drew greeted her without looking up from his pricelist. "If you needed money you should have just asked." Harry began stacking cartons of milk into a fridge as Hermione stood beside him, wringing her hands and glancing at the door where the sound of sirens could be heard far off in the distance.
"But that's just it! I didn't rob the bank! I was outside talking to my friend, Leyla, who did rob the bank and when I said goodbye and walked away it looks like I went into the bank, pulling something from my purse."
"So what's the problem? You didn't do it"
"Harry, a security guard got shot. There was two girls in there and they only saw me and Leyla enter and now the cops know my name and every thing!"
"Alright!" Harry stood up, took Hermione by the wrist and led her through a back door into the main shed.
"George" Harry called to his boss as they strode across the shed, their footsteps echo only just noticeable under the beat of a cars radio.
George pulled himself from under a Blue Porsche and stared at Harry.
"George mate, I need to borrow a car"
George had three of his own cars that he kept at the garage, locked away in a smaller shed out the back. He had a black BMW, which was, in ever the case, the car Harry usually borrowed, a white Toyota Supra with blue racing stripes across the bonnet, boot and top of the car and, his most prized possession, a lemon yellow Lamborghini.
George watched Harry for a second longer as he wiped his greasy hands on an oil rag before reaching into his breast pocket.
"Take the Supra," he grumbled, throwing a set of keys at Harry.
Harry, a little nervous about taking Georges second favourite car out, nodded in thanks and led Hermione through another door and out to the cars.
"Wow" Hermione breathed, staring avidly at the gleaming Lamborghini as Harry unlocked the Supra. The sound of sirens was coming closer.
"Get in" Harry said, staring the car and loving the sound of the roaring motor beneath him. Hermione clambered into the passengers seat and Harry hit the accelerator.
"Where are we going?" Hermione inquired after Harry finally got his speed under control.
"I'm taking you home. You can stay there until I talk to Dumbledore and he can fix it up." But, no sooner had he spoken, a cop car came into view on the horizon. Harry swerved violently and headed down another street. The cop car turned in to the same street behind him so Harry parked to car and forced Hermione out.
"Come on" he muttered, taking her hand and forcing her to run down a dimly lit tunnel.
"This is the make out tunnel," Harry explained in a whisper as they passed a couple making out vigorously against the tunnel wall.
Torches flashed behind them and Harry knew immediately that the cops were looking for them. He stopped Hermione and pressed her against the wall.
"Hermione, you're going to have to kiss me," he murmured, glancing at the police as they broke another couple apart to question them.
"Harry…"
But Harry didn't listen. The torch beams fell on them and Harry pressed his lips emotionlessly against Hermione's.
The closest Harry had ever come to kissing his friend was a game of truth or dare the previous year and they were the only two who hadn't touched lips.
"You two!" one of the police said and Harry broke away from Hermione in mock surprise. Harry heard an odd clicking noise further up the tunnel but he paid it no attention. It was probably just a rat.
"Have either of you seen this girl? She's possibly dangerous as she is carrying a gun." One of the police men held up a photo which clearly showed Hermione's face, then they showed another one of the back of a girls head pointing a gun at a security officer.
"They're different girls" Harry said, glancing at Hermione who had her head bowed in fake embarrassment. Her hair hid her face.
"How can you tell?" the other cop asked, trying to peer around Harry at Hermione. Harry blocked his view as he stepped over to point at the photos.
"Well it's all in the hair. See this one," he pointed at the second photo. "The girls hair is straighter and a shade darker. Understand?" Harry raised an eyebrow and the cops glanced at each other.
"Sorry to bother you, sir" they said gruffly before continuing up the tunnel.
Harry watched them for a second before grabbing Hermione and running back to the car.
"I'm taking you back to Grimmauld place" Harry explained as they drove back to the pit stop. "This is getting to out of hand."
He pulled into the garage and the two of them got out.
"Thanks" Harry said, tossing the keys back to George who caught them deftly in one hand.
"Keep it," he growled with a gappy grin. "Happy birthday"
Harry caught the keys with his mouth hanging open. "George I can't…" he said, walking up to his boss and trying to force the car keys back on him.
"Its yours, Harry! Kingsley and his mates bought it for you a few weeks ago. It was never even my car!"
Harry mouthed listlessly before breaking into a grin and hugging the large man. "Thanks mate"
"Ah, get off. Go home! Your late already!"
Harry glanced at a clock on the wall and realised he was over an hour late home. Harry grabbed Hermione again and led her back to his new car.
"Thanks again, George" he grinned and shut the door.
The drive home was quite thrilling and Harry was sorry it was over. He was even more sorry when he realised that Jenna would still be there.
"Hermione" Harry stopped her on the doorstep. "There's a girl in there- Jessica, no, Jenna- I just thought I'd warn you"
"Who is she?" Hermione asked as they stepped into the dark hallway. Harry put a finger to his lips when he heard talking coming from the living room. The two friends pressed themselves up against the wall and edged closer to the door.
"…Harry Potter? The Harry Potter?" came Jenna's disbelieving voice.
"Yeah." Sirius replied "but listen Jenna, you need to be careful around Harry. If you get him angry he could, well, explode and become extremely dangerous. You must exercise caution when speaking to him"
"I will. Thanks, dad"
Hermione's jaw dropped. "Dad?" she mouthed. Harry nodded sadly and led her onto the dining room where Lupin and Kingsley were deep in discussion.
"Happy birthday, Harry! Like your new toy?" Kingsley grinned, watching Harry get drinks for himself and Hermione.
"She's great, thanks guys" Harry grinned and sat down.
"Your Hogwarts letters came. I was wondering why Hermione's turned up here." Lupin handed over two letters addressed in green ink.
Simultaneously, they tore them open and there was a clunk as something heavy fell out of Hermione's. She stared at the glistening red badge in shock then screamed.
"HEAD GIRL! I'M HEAD GIRL!"
"Congratulations!" Lupin said, laughing as Hermione jumped up and hugged Harry. Then she turned and hugged the other two.
"What's going on? Oh, hi Hermione" Sirius came strolling into the room with Jenna close behind, now wearing a pale blue sun dress. Hermione stopped jumping around and stared at the other girl. Both of them sized each other up then Hermione smiled and held out her hand.
"Hi Jenna, I'm Harry's friend, Hermione"
"Hi" Jenna said stiffly with her nose in their air. She didn't accept Hermione's hand; instead she stared at Harry. Hermione's hand fell limply to her side and her smile turned slowly into a smirk.
"Listen" Harry said slowly, glancing wearily at Jenna. His good mood was slowly ebbing away. "Hermione was falsely accused of stealing and assault. How do we fix that?"
Kingsley glanced at Lupin.
"I'll get Dumbledore"
well this is the first chapter done. Hope you enjoyed and I hope you review. Until next!