Title: Harry Potter and Regius de Astralis
Name: Jules
Rating: PG-15
Disclaimer: Obviously, I don't own any of the characters, no matter how much I WISH I did. They belong to the wonderful J.K. Rowling
Classification: (AU, Action/Adventure, Angst, Romance,)
Summary: As Harry's fifth year looms, odd things begin to occur. Fleur returns to teach at Hogwarts too. What if Harry had a destiny not even Dumbledore knew of. A prophecy tells of a coming War and of a King who can deliver them all from evil with an heir of LaFay by his side to set wrongs right long ago committed. Harry, Fleur, Sirius
Status: Unfinished

Author's Note: Thank you so much to everyone who helped me with this chapter. And let me tell you, there was A LOT of help. I just couldn't seem to write it! The words just weren't flowing. So a BIG thank you to: Vertex, Mirror-Star, and Sstar Luna who coached me through each step of the way. Another big thanks to my betas: Davy and Aleez.

Harry Potter and Regius de Astralis
By Jules

Chapter 2
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Sirius and Remus were finally at the house. It had taken a great deal of sneaking, and frankly, blatant fumbling as it had been years since they'd last gone 'marauding,' but they were inside.

The two Marauders hadn't been quite sure what the wards could and couldn't detect, so they had decided to use as little magic as possible. Sirius had attempted picked the lock to the front door using the Muggle method, which was a fallback any true prankster knew.

Remus had been quite annoying while Sirius had been picking the lock too.

"Are you done yet?" the man questioned.

"No," Sirius told him through gritted teeth, "not quite . . . . While I'm working, why don't you tell me your plan for finding Harry once we get inside? You were just saying you had such a brilliant one."

Remus was oblivious to his friend's sarcasm as he happily explained his plan. "Well, as you know, my senses are far superior to those of an average human and that everyone has their own unique scent. So my plan is to find Harry using his scent!" He grew frustrated with Sirius' lock picking. "Alright, this has gotten ridiculous. Are you a wizard or not!" Remus pulled out his wand and muttered, "Alohomora."

Sirius pouted, but conceded that Remus was right. His mind just wasn't the same after Azkaban, and sometimes, Sirius forgot things. So he just sighed and threw open the door. Upon opening it, the two men were hit with the overwhelming scent of lemon cleanser.

Sirius shook his head to clear it, raising an eyebrow. "Yeah, Wolfman, you sniff him out boy. Take a real big whiff of that."

Meanwhile, Remus' eyes were tearing up and he was wheezing because of all the chemicals. Finally he was able to catch his breath. "For the love of Merlin . . . I have never been so overpowered with cleanser in my life . . . not even the time you and James had to clean all the bathrooms in Hogwarts by hand!"

Sirius scowled at Remus for being reminded of that punishment. "That wasn't kind of you to remind me of that. I had managed to repress that incident up until now . . . . You know, McGonagall could have taken that prank much better than she did . . . ."

"Sirius, you two made Snape sing love ballads to her non-stop for a week seventh year before Valentines Day."

"Ah, yes, that was one of my favorite pranks . . . . Didn't you just love the harp he carried around? Who ever knew Snape could play!"

"Yes, that was quite a shock . . . but we've gotten totally off track once more!" Remus hissed.

"Right, the mission. Find Harry boy! Go, fetch!" Sirius ordered Remus, as if he were the dog.

Remus narrowed his eyes and made a sound quite suspiciously like a growl.

Sirius didn't even blink; he just nodded his head towards Remus. "After you, professor's first." Remus began to go in when Sirius quipped, "Besides, age before beauty."

The noise that came from Remus subsequently, Sirius was quite sure was a growl and he'd never seen Remus' eyes flash gold quite like that before . . . . After that occurrence, Sirius decided it would be wise to shut up. Plus now that they were inside the house, they needed to be quiet, so as not to wake the Dursleys.

Sirius carefully shut the door behind them and looked around, taking in the layout of the main floor. Remus meanwhile was getting used to the scent of lemon cleanser, which was fading into the background.

"How are you doing?" Sirius questioned Remus. Knowing that his friend's sense of smell really was the quickest way to find his godson.

"Better . . . I'm managing to pick up other things now . . . ." Remus informed him evasively.

"Things like what, Moony?" Sirius demanded, catching on. He grew rigid and felt guilty for their lighthearted bantering just moments before.

Remus swallowed, he knew Sirius would not react well to this. His own wolf inside was bouncing off the walls in fury. "Blood . . . pain, anger . . . ."

A myriad of emotions flashed on Sirius' face. Remus barely was able to catch them all: anger, sadness, guilt, frustration, anger again, and finally it settled on desperation.

"We have to find him, Moony. We have to find him now. Please, we have to, we just have to find him right away."

Remus nodded his head somberly.

The thorough cleaning job, with industrial strength cleansers, had done its job. Practically wiping away any trace of the incidents that which had occurred so recently in this innocent looking home. Not to mention wiping away traces of one small teenage boy-hero, who was supposed to have lived there.

As Remus and Sirius diligently looked about the landing area of number four, they were chilled to see no signs at all that their precious Harry lived there. Not a single photo from the boy's childhood, not an object that could be from his school…

Remus and Sirius shared a looked, and with just their eyes in an ability reached from years of marauders, silently agreed to first check the bedrooms upstairs.

The two softly crept up the stairs. They went in a counter-clockwise search pattern. Upon opening the door to their immediate right, they discovered a large, nice room, full of things, which had an enormous lump sleeping on the bed. It was very obviously not Harry's room. Closing the door, they went to the next door, which turned out to be a bathroom. The next room was frilly and flowery and quite obviously not occupied. Before they could even open the next door, a loud snore emitted from behind the door. Snores that were quite impossible to belong to a fourteen-year-old boy. Finally, they were at the last door. Upon opening it, they found an empty room, with broken toys on the shelves and floor. It was smaller than all the other rooms, but it was evident someone had been occupying the room recently.

Remembering what Harry had told him about his secret hiding place, Sirius checked the floorboards under the bed. Sure enough, a loose one lifted up revealing Harry's prize possessions: his invisibility cloak, his wand, his photo album, and then there was a pillowcase of textbooks.

Sirius handed these items to Remus then frowned, looking around the room. It was obvious that Harry had been there at some point since returning for summer holidays, since his things were hidden, and Hedwig's cage was in the corner . . . but where was Harry? He silently communicated his growing fear to Remus, who had a similar frightened look emerging upon his face. Remus shrunk Harry's things and put them in his pocket. With a jerk of his head, he signaled that they should leave the room.

Where was Harry? It was the question upon both their minds.

The two friends decide to return to the main floor, where they stood in the hall, for several moments, mulling over where Harry could possibly be. It was then Remus started hearing the faint noise. He wasn't sure what it was and thought it best to ask Sirius if he heard the odd noise as well.

"Did you hear that?" Remus whispered.

"Hear what?" Sirius questioned worriedly.

"That noise, it sounds like it's coming from, from the cupboard under the stairs!" Remus hissed, eyes going wide.

Sirius froze in horror. With a few large steps approached the door, which he noticed was locked from the outside. "Oh god…."

Tossing open the lock and throwing open the door Sirius discovered what he had been searching for . . . and the sight made him physically ill.

"No, hell no. Harry…" Sirius dropped to his knees beside the cot in the tiny cupboard, tears filling his eyes. "Why?…How? Remus, look what they did to Prong's boy. Look what those bastards did to my little boy."

Remus stood in the doorway, gazing in abject horror at the sight before him. The child James and Lily had trusted them to protect had been beaten to a bloody pulp. His arm lay at an odd angle and if the desperate wheezing was a sign of anything, Remus would swear the teen had broken ribs, possibly a punctured lung.

A sob worked its way out of Sirius' throat, as he hesitantly gathered the slight figure in his arms. "Oh Remy, it's all my fault. It's all my fault! I never should have gone after Peter. I should have known something was wrong sooner. Look what's happened. How could they do something like this to him!"

"It's not your fault Sirius, none of this. And . . . and I don't know how they could have done this?" Remus choked out, taken a deep breath he calmed himself. "But we don't have time for this, we need to get him help, now. Listen to his breathing Sirius, he can't be getting enough oxygen."

Sirius nodded furrowing his brow, concentrating on the situation, "Right. (SNIFF Help…. We need to go somewhere safe, somewhere people can't get to him . . . ." Sirius looked up at Moony with serious pain filled eyes. "Damn it, we need to take him to, Grimmauld Place. My father put more protection spells on that place than Hogwarts has."

Remus nodded his head in agreement; he knew what a big deal it was Sirius suggesting going there. Plus, Harry was Sirius' godson and Remus would go along with what Sirius wanted for the boy.

Out of the corner of his eye, Remus noticed Harry's trunk was also in the cupboard and he immediately shrunk it and put it in his pocket with Harry's other things.

"Alright Sirius, we'll go to Grimmauld…but you're going to have to give me Harry. You can't be seen." Remus calmly told him.

Sirius made a whining noise and held Harry closer to him. That shifting of Harry's body proved to be a mistake, for a moment later Harry's breathing grew more erratic and the gasping became desperate.

"Sirius, give him to me, now. His breathing is worse, I don't think he's getting much air, we need to go immediately!" Remus ordered softly, but firmly.

Sirius without delay handed his godson gently over to his friend and transformed into Padfoot. He scrambled out of the closet and went to the door and began whimpering. Remus strode after him, gliding across the floor in a smooth motion inconceivable to Sirius. Remus opened the door and they hurried to the area from where they came. There being no time to delay or worry about the consequences, Remus performed a very dangerous and very illegal group apparition to the sidewalk in front of Sirius' childhood home. It was impossibly to apparate or disapparate directly into it. With Padfoot leading the way, the frantic duo hurried into the run down home. Upon entering, Sirius immediately transformed back into his normal self and took back possession of his Godson.

"Go find a trustworthy healer, now." Sirius ordered. "We'll be in my old room."

Remus nodded and left (to disapparate) to find a healer.

With Remus gone, Sirius and Harry were on their own, a fact which made Sirius absolutely frantic. He had no idea how to help his Godson . . . James had to hate him wherever he was. Gathering his wits, Sirius rushed Harry's limp, gasping form up to his old childhood bedroom. Laying Harry on the bed, the first thing Sirius did was pull out his borrowed wand and immediately perform a thorough cleaning charm, which cleaned every inch of his bedroom and got rid of every single speck of dust, dirt, and cobweb. His attention went back to his godson, who was now lying on top of a clean made bed.

Sirius fell to his knees once more; weakened by the thought that he might lose Harry. Sirius takes Harry's least injured looking hand in his own.

"Come on, Harry, don't leave me, you're all I've got. Moony will be back soon with a doctor, please Harry."

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