Chapter 3: Writing was Her Deliverance

That night when Harry was climbing into bed he heard a scratching noise at the door. He figured he should probably take care of the source before the Dursleys noticed. They didn't appreciate being drawn away from their dreams, which were probably about tormenting Harry, to actually tormenting Harry. Whatever Harry could do to make his stay at number four easier, he would do it. The scratches continued until Harry opened the front door where he saw a big, black mutt staring at him with Hedwig on the porch railway. If Hedwig approved of this dog, Harry would. He trusted his owl's judgement.

At this moment, the dog gently grabbed Harry's pajama pants and began to lead Harry away. Harry was confused and concerned. He forgot his wand upstairs and was not portraying the 'image of perfection' Aunt Petunia desired. Harry, however, only cared about the former. Aunt Petunia did not appreciate him, so why should he appreciate her beliefs and ideals.

Once the trio reached a hidden area of the park, the dog released Harry's clothes and took a few steps back. All of a sudden the dog begin to morph into a man! The man appeared haggard and care-worned but kind nonetheless. He, however, looked like he could use a warm shower and big meal. After Harry overcame his shock, the man began to speak.

"Harry, I know it's a huge leap of faith to think that you would trust me, but I was a friend of your parents and your godfather. Please, trust me. We need to leave," the man quickly explained. He was constantly looking around, suspicious of every shadow. "Please Harry. I know you hate it here. I want to help you. Everything isn't as it seems."

"How can I trust you if I don't even know your name? How can I know you're not some crazy man who's here to kidnap me?"

"I'm an idiot, aren't I. I'm Sirius Black, the black sheep of the House of Black. And I guess there is no way to do this but," the man took a deep breath before he said, "I swear on my magic that I will never intentionally harm Harry James Potter or intentionally threaten his life." A dull glow encompassed both wizards before it faded.

"Okay," said Harry, "I believe you now. What is your plan?"

"We need to immediately leave for one of my family's safe houses. Once we get there, I have a lot to tell you Harry."

"But what about my wand? I left it on my bedside table when I heard the scratching, and I kind if need it and my other belongings."

"We can send Hedwig back to get your wand, and I've seen your other belongings. Do you really need any of it? Between our families fortunes, we can buy both of us an entire new wardrobe easily."

"I mean, I guess I can just buy new clothes and school supplies, but I want to keep a few things. Like my scrapbook and invisibility cloak. Do you think we should go back for that?"

"No, no. We can get it. By now Dumbledore probably already knows that I have you. We need to leave. Quickly, take your letters from Hedwig and grab onto my arm. Have you ever apperated before?"

"Oh! I didn't see the letters. And no. What is that?" Harry asked with the letters in hand.

"I can't explain it. Just hold on and try to aim for the bushes and not me."


At that moment, Sirius and Harry disappeared, and Hedwig flew towards Privet Drive. She snuck into the open window of Harry's room and placed all that should could on his blanket. Once the blanket could hold no more, she grabbed the four corners and flew away.

The second she left the building, lights flared in a dome-like structure. The wards were failing, and a multitude of Professor Dumbledore's trinkets began vibrating like a massage chair.

Twenty minutes later, when Dumbledore finally checked Harry's old house, the only trace of the boy was a pile of huge clothes and a thin flimsy mattress, for his trunk was hidden in the cupboard under the stairs. Afterall, who wants to admit that their misguided actions led to a boy's horrendous childhood?


After Sirius ensured the house's safety, he led Harry into his new bedroom. The duo was on one of the Greek islands in the Meditteranean Sea. This island was unique since nobody knew of its existence unless they were brought to the Island of the Stars by a Black family member.

Once Harry was settled into his new room and Sirius was relaxing in a nice, warm shower. Harry began to read his notes. The first one he read was from Dumbledore. Why not read the formal and boring one first.

Dear Harry,

I regret to inform you that you must stay with the Dursleys for the entirety of the summer. The Weasley's are taking their sons on a trip to make up for their devastating school year. Poor Ginevra put a lot of pressure on their family's reputation and name last year, and they all need a break.

Please do not question mine nor the Weasley's decisions. We are just as concerned about your health and safety as you are.

Please do not leave the property of Number 4 Privet Drive to ensure you are kept safe.

See you in September, Harry. Enjoy your summer.

Professor Albus Dumbledore

Why? Why must the headmaster always patronize him? Harry was not a little kid anymore, and did not deserve to be spoken to like a three-year-old. It aggravates Harry to no in. In order to lighten his mood, Harry picked up Ron's letter. If your best friend can't make you smile, than who can?

Hey Harry!

How are you doing? We're going to Romania on holiday! Dad won a lottery (I included the article), and we are going to see Charlie! He's the best and so cool! Anyways, dad can only pay for six of us to go. Ginny is staying home as punishment for the Diary. I mean, who knew she was so dumb. Right now, we are all disgusted with her, so we leave her alone for the most part. She is too weak to be a good sister.

Have a good summer! I'll tell you about Romania on the train. I doubt Errol could make that long of a trip. Stay safe with the Durselys.

Ron

"How could Ron possibly be so dense," though Harry. "Ginny is not weak. She was strong before this entire ordeal, and now she will be stronger once she recovers. Can noone else realize that? She needs a friend who listens, and not a dictator telling her what to feel."

Harry picked up his last letter and looked at the handwriting. It was unfamiliar, yet he knew it was from Ginny. He opened the letter and read:

Harry,

I know we aren't the best of friends or maybe not even acquaintances, but I do not know who else I can turn to. To be honest, I really just need a friend who gets it. Nobody in my family understands what happened and are treating me like it was my fault. I know this sounds like a bunch of complaining, but I don't know what else to do. Would you be willing to write to me?

Ginny

This letter, though short in length, perplexed Harry the most. Why would she feel like they aren't even acquaintances? And she was not complaining. She just went through a lot.

From that moment on Harry was determined to help Ginny, to hell with the consequences.


Sup dogs. Two chapters in one day. Wowzers. So I just want to say how much I enjoy looking at which countries all of the readers are from. It's so cool. Anyways, thanks for reading. Critiques please. -SS

Also my phone glitched when I posted it the first time. Nobody can read in coding. I mean duh. Sorry guys. This should be better. Thanks to that person who reveiwed ?!. I saw it and fixed it.