"Do you think there's any chance there is someone?" Asked the black haired boy meekly. Amelia was reminded once again that the hero of their world was actually quite an unconfident and shy child. She squeezed the hand already placed on his shoulder and gave him her most re-assuring smile.
"Harry, I promise that the first thing I do once the train leaves is to begin looking. Surely there must have been at least one person your parents would rather have sent you to." The young man gave a faint smile and shook his head in affirmation. "Good, then off with you. Merlin knows I could use some piece and quiet with all the racket you three have been making." She finished with a sarcastic tone. In reality she would sorely miss her beloved niece and two friends filling the Bones dreary halls with joy.
Harry, for his part, could only mumble a quick goodbye and brief hug before turning around to board the Hogwarts Express. His keen eyes easily saw the heads of his two friends duck back from the window of the compartment from where they had watched their exchange. As he climbed the steps with his briefcase he could only hope that his initial attempt at seeing Sirius on the path to freedom would be successful.
In the past he had always boarded the trolleys at the last minute when most students were in their compartments already waving at their parents. Due to the punctual nature of the Bones and Abbott's he had, for the first time in his multiple lives, arrived with enough time to say proper farewells at the station. Because of this he found himself squeezing through corridors packed with students; many of whom were jarringly taller than him. In this confusion he barely had time to notice a plump toad deftly hopping between the chaos of legs below him. Pausing for a moment he waited for the opportune time to hastily grab the moist creature as it narrowly avoided being squashed between the legs of an older Ravenclaw. It squirmed for a moment in his hand but he managed to keep a firm grip about its portly body and was soon making his way towards the compartment his two friends were in. With both hands full he could only tap on the glass with his elbow to let them know he had arrived.
"We were wondering when you would get here." Beamed Hannah as she opened the compartment to let him inside. "What's with the toad?" She inquired as he stumbled inside.
"Saw the poor thing nearly get stepped on out there in the panic. Thought I'd take him someplace safe until we can find his owner." Harry set Trevor down on the seat as he said this. The Toad gave the equivalent of a huff before hopping onto an arrest near the window. Harry's magical briefcase was immediately stored under his bench before he sat down with his own huff, though this one was of relief.
"What were you talking to Aunty about?" Inquired Susan from her own seat. Her absent gaze out the window was betrayed by the subtle curious tone in her voice.
"Just thanking her for taking me in this summer is all." He replied cooly. Hannah, the more open of the two, gave him a knowing grin.
"So, what should we do to pass the time? I know a few word games from muggle secondary school we could play." The occupants of the compartment made themselves comfortable as the brunette began an enthusiastic explanation of a game where one person poses a vague description of something nearby that the others have to guess the identity of.
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Several dozen rounds of the game passed in a blur of laughter. Partway through they had been interrupted by the arrival of the Trolley Witch. The candy purchased from her had only served to up the stakes of the game with the candy being gambled during rounds. Despite his keen eyes Harry soon found himself behind his two companions. Wether this was because of the numerous plans running through his head or collusion between his opponents he did not know. In either case he found himself thoroughly happy with the train ride. He only wished he could have felt comfortable purchasing a few chocolate frogs but considering the watchful gaze of Trevor he had opted for less amphibious looking sweets. Had he not known that eventually their game would be interrupted Harry would likely have been as startled as the two soon-to-be Hufflepuffs when the door to their compartment clicked open to reveal a slightly frantic looking girl with frizzy hair.
"Hello, sorry to interrupt, but Neville here has lost his toad. We were wondering if anyone had seen it. Oh my, that is a large amount of sweets. You know, my parents are dentists and they say that eating too many is terrible for your teeth. Are you sure you could even eat all of those, I mean-" The compartments occupants were saved by the boy standing behind her suddenly slipping past her into the compartment and picking up the toad.
"Trevor! What are you doing here. I was worried sick about you." His only response from the toad was a dull croak. All at once the boy seemed to realize where he was and grew extremely red in the face. It seemed he was trying to say something but his mouth opened and closed silently. Deciding to give the younger version of Neville a break Harry replied just before Hannah.
"His names Trevor then? Was wondering who he belonged to. Found him wandering the trolleys when I boarded the express. We assumed someone would come looking." The other two seated occupants of the compartment gave firm nods.
"He's just been sitting there this whole time. I hope you aren't angry?" Asked Susan bashfully. Harry was still to get used to her own bashful nature compared to the strong-willed girl she had been when they were older.
"Of course he isn't." Abbott gave Neville and Hermione a smile. "Would you two like to join us here? There is plenty of room and I Spy is always more fun with more people."
"What is that?" Asked the Longbottom heir tentatively, though he did take a seat.
"A marvelous game for a time like this!" Exclaimed Hermione. "I'll be right back with our trunks!" And with that the girl was gone in a blur.
"Exciteable one, is she?" Harry asked with a grin.
"You have no idea." Neville replied before Hannah launched into her second retelling of the rules to the game.
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"HUFFLEPUFF!" Exclaimed the shabby hat sat atop Susans head. From where he stood Harry observed the girl remove the hat and place it back on the stool before rushing towards the table of Badgers with an excited blush on her cheeks.
Unlike the other first years Harry was not at all worried about the sorting. Instead his focus was discreetly placed towards the Professors Table. Everyone was where he remembered them to be; Hagrid looking jovial near at the end, Flitwick as attentive as always, Snape glaring daggers like before, and Quirrel pale and clammy beneath his turban. Even Dumbledore appeared grandfatherly stoic like usual. He was reminded that the man had in many ways betrayed him. However even now he couldn't see himself shunning his help, although this time he would be sure to have more input on decisions regarding the war.
Before he had even had time to contemplate where he would like to be sorted the Hat was placed atop his head.
"Oh my, very interesting. Not the average First Year at Hogwarts, are you?" The somewhat familiar voice of the hat echoed through his mind.
"Just don't put me in Slytherin." Harry replied, hoping that the hat wasn't under any obligation to tell the Headmaster what it now knew. "We both know that would be disastrous."
"Would it? Perhaps, but with your ambition to see your plans fulfilled..." Harry's mental frown was enough to stop the Hats musings. "Very well, what shall it be then? Plenty of loyalty to friends, but perhaps not capable enough of giving it to others anymore. Certainly you posses bravery in spare when needed, though I see you don't plan for that to be necessary for a while. No, you clearly already plan to build from what you already know. There is also the added benefits that the house of Eagles provides in the way of seclusion. Better be-"
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While Harry had never payed much mind to the shared living quarters of Gryffindor tower he was quite pleased to find that his new house offered private rooms. The common room had been, from what he vaguely remembered during the haste to find the Diadem, much the same. It came as a relief to find out that the living quarters were solitary. Spartan was the best word he could use to describe them; a bed, desk, dresser, and a small window were to be his new home. Compared to his cupboard it was a sprawling estate.
After having unpacked what few belongings he had the tired young man fell sprawled onto his new bed to contemplate his immediate moves.
Clearly there was the need to destroy the Horcruxes and deal with Quirrel. For a moment he considered testing what spells he could still perform but discarded the idea realizing there was nowhere either practical or private enough to do so for the moment. As far as the problems surrounding his Defence teacher he saw no routes which he could take to pacify him at this time. Harry was not sure if Voldemort was yet to possess the Professor or much of anything. Most of what he knew came from a few brief letters to those professors who survived the war. At this time they were all still very relaxed. Only Dumbledore had truly suspected Voldemort would return. Even the disappearance of the Professor was not a cause for much concern.
Kicking off his shoes and squirming out of his robes he eventually crawled under the covers of his bed. Ultimately he decided it would be best to just carry on as a normal eleven year old student. Dumbledore was, if anything, far more perceptive and alert to oddities than he let on. The less his gaze drifted towards the boy-who-traveled-dimensions, the better. At least for a little while.
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Harry had nearly blown his cover the next morning when his new head of house had stopped by to deliver the class schedule. Being somewhat groggy and disoriented by the sudden change in living environment he had almost greeted the short man in an overly personal manner. However he had managed to make his stutter seem simply like the nervous nature of a first year. The short man had simply chuckled as he continued his way down the table.
His first class of the year was thankfully Herbology with the Gryffindors. Friendly as he was planning on getting along with his housemates it was an easy decision to slide into place next to Neville in the greenhouse. Besides getting to know his friend better there was also the benefit of working with the best herbology student in the school.
"Hey there, Nev. Excited for our first class?" Harry asked cheerfully. As expected his shy yearmate took a moment to respond to the greeting after stuttering a few times.
"Oh, H-Harry, you startled me. I suppose I'm a little bit frightened to be honest." Judging by the sweat running down his neck Harry surmised that he was more than a little apprehensive of their first class. Still, Neville was a Gryffindor and wouldn't easily admit that.
"I'm not terribly concerned about this class. Ive heard Professor Sprout is one of the nicest teachers in the school." Of course this wasn only half-true as he had yet to actually discuss the teachers with anyone. Neville however seemed to cheer up slightly.
"That's good, I was looking forward to Herbology. I've always really enjoyed the greenhouses at the Manor." He replied. "I've always thought that since I'm no good at magic then I could at least take up something anyone can do." There was a familiar blush to the slightly chubby lads face which Harry had seen numerous times. With a mental sigh he realized that finding a reason for Neville to get his own wand should be added to his list of priorities. At the very least he could start on building up his friends confidence for now.
"No good at magic? We haven't even been taught a single spell yet." His encreduality needed little lather.
"I already told you how long it took-" Harry immediately cut off his friend.
"Let's not worry about that nonsense for now. We'll know soon enough what we are all good at." At that moment their Professor entered through a murky glass door on the other side of the greenhouse.
With some prompting Harry was able to convince Neville to answer rudimentary questions that he was certain his friend would already know. By the end of the introductory lecture the shy Gryffindor had earned nearly a dozen points for his house and much praise from the Professor.
There was a small grin on his face as he trailed behind his classmates back inside the castle. Neville was amidst a group of both Ravenclaws and Gryffindors that were undoubtedly inquiring about his knowledge about the subject. In particular he could see the fervent bobbing of a bushy-haired girl that was clinging to his side asking questions.
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The time until Halloween night passed by in a relative blur for Harry. He did his best to socialize and be friendly with his classmates but often felt somewhat out of touch with them. Eventually he resigned himself to becoming somewhat of a hermit for the time being. Though he did meet up for study groups and the rudimentary social gatherings of first years it had become fairly normal for him to stay on the sidelines during discussion. At first there had been people who insisted on trying to open dialogue with him, which had been slightly irksome, but after a few weeks of bland responses to unwanted questions they began to leave him alone. This left him with adequate free time to continue forward with his plans.
Quirrel proved to be much the same as his former self in class. However the repelling and silencing wards around his private suite were more than enough evidence for Harry to conclude that the man was either a good performer or actively receiving help from the Dark Lord. Without his invisibility cloak and well aware of Dumbledore's watchful gaze upon the school he had decided to leave this problem on the back-burner. Besides the incident with the troll no students had been put in danger unless it involved his, in retrospect, silly crusade to stop Snape from stealing the stone.
Thus he was left with little more to do than attend classes, keep an ear to the ground with an eye towards the sky, and of course take full advantage of the Come-and-Go Room. While staying at the Bones estate he had begun taking growth supplements purchased on the sly when visiting Diagon Alley. They were of a fairly weak variety meant for magicals afflicted by long-term ailments or recovering from curses as opposed to the more strictly regulated stronger variants. Knowing that receiving regular orders of them would not go unnoticed he had begun brewing his own after some trial and error. Alongside some physical excersize in the room he already had begun to counteract the malnutrition and mistreatment from his time as the "Freak". While he had eventually grown to be of fairly average stature, it was obvious when comparing himself to his peers that he should speed up the process. Considering his lack of plans to play Quidditch, for now, he would need to train on his own anyway.
As far as training his magic Harry had faced few setbacks. Besides an obvious lack of power compared to where he had been before most of his dueling spells came naturally. Soon though he grew bored with even the moving targets the room could animate. They did not at all provide the challenge of squaring off against a real witch of wizard. Begrudgingly he ended up deciding to spend less time on this in favor of other things. It was unlikely he would improve very much and he had no intentions of getting into any duels for as long as possible. Studying battle theory, defensive magic, and light research into the history of dark wizards seemed more productive. Between the library and the vast amount of tomes stored in the room he had plenty to keep him busy.
This left him with only one large problem on his plate. Luckily he had little trouble working through the details. Really the biggest challenge had just been convincingly play the part of a confused eleven year old. Overall he spent nearly as much time in front of a mirror as he did actually taking action. After a while the foolishness of the behavior wore off and he began to enjoy practicing his impersonation daily.
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"So, Mr Potter, where exactly did you find this map?" Amelia asked from where she stood next to the headmasters desk, not looking up from the piece of parchment. Dumbledore simply stated from his chair with a pleasant grin.
"It was spell-o-taped underneath a desk in an old classroom. A seventh year helped me figure out the password with some sort of revealing charm." Judging by the look he received from the Headmaster the half-truth did not go entirely unnoticed. The Marauders map had indeed been taped under a desk in the corner of Filch's office. Harry had even discussed revealing charms with an older classmate. Amelia looked at him for a moment before shifting her gaze back to the yellowed paper.
"How did you become aware of who Peter Pettigrew is?" Dumbledore's eyes twinkled.
"I asked some of the Professor about my parents. At first I didn't associate the name with him but I found it strange that there was a Gryffindor in my year that I never saw." Dumbledore leaned back and nodded sagely at this even as Harry continued. "Once I learned his relation to my parents, and this Sirius Black fellow, I came directly to you." Amelia finally looked up from the parchment at this.
"It is good that you did. I'm not at all sure what the meaning of all this is going to turn up but that you noticed at all is remarkable." Amelia put away her monacle and withdrew her wand from within her robes. She walked over and gave him a brief hug before patting down some of his hair which was surely sticking out. "According to the map he is in Gryffindors tower. My Aurora will be arresting him immediately, with assistance from The Headmaster. For now I think it would be best to go back to your dorm. Unless you have any objections, Albus?" The man himself stood from his chair and moved around his desk to join them.
"You are free to go, Mr Potter." Replied to the Headmaster with a kind smile. He held out a hand with a slip of paper in it towards him, which Harry took. "A pass, should you be caught wandering. The hour is late and I have asked for the staff to be extra vigilant."
With a gesture at the two Aurors in the room, older wizards who Harry vaguely recognized, lead the way down the winding staircase and past the Gargoyle. Amelia gave him another embrace before the others waved him off. For a moment the Headmaster seemed to frown at the familiarity between the two.
Harry assumed this would be due truly losing control over this. He thought about this as he went to bed that night. Between Amelia and Sirius he would not be going back to the Dursley's anytime soon. He fell asleep making plans for how to approach the convict whenever his freedom was secured.
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Once again Harry found himself in the uncomfortable position of having to deal with a crying child. Worse though was that it wasn't himself this time. It took quite a bit of effort to keep up the facade of being eleven. Partially because he wished to comfort what he saw as a child but mostly due to his only recent foray into the field of character acting.
"I'm sorry Neville!" Harry exclaimed to the round faced boy after his tearful outburst. "It's cool that you have your fathers wand and all. I just thought, you know, that the wand chooses the wizard.." He trailed off when the other boy shook his head and wiped away some of his tears.
"Gran wants so much for me to turn out like my parents. Up until the Hogwarts letter came I was sure I'd never amount to anything." A hand reached around the boys shoulders to comfort him.
"Nonsense, Neville, you're a natural in the greenhouse. Most of us can barely figure out which end of a trowel to hold." Came the comforting voice of Susan. Hannah bounced a moment in her seat at their table in the library.
"I heard that Sprout caught Goyle eating the dirt last week." This elicited laughs all around the table, even from the normally most reserved of their informal group.
"Potter is correct about the wand, Longbottom." Stated the blonde Slytherin from next to Harry, who turned to narrow his eyes at her blunt response. She sighed at his look before continuing. "If you wish to be like both your parents then you would need a wand that matches attributes from both of them. That your wand works at all says something. It would be best for you to get fitted for a proper wand." Neville looked mollified for a moment but his expression softened and turned thoughtful as she finished.
"How about we go to Professor McGonagal with this? I know your scared of what your grandmother might think but if she hears it from your Head of House I can't imagine she wouldn't listen." Harry gave his young friend an encouraging smile, which was returned along with a sniff and affirmative nod.
"Good, now if you will excuse us," Greengrass stood from her seat, "Me and Potter have urgent business to discuss." Surprisingly, the somewhat icey Slytherin made her way around the table to give Neville a brief hug before walking purposefully towards the exit of the Library. Everyone at the table sat in shock for a moment before they were startled by a question thrown over her shoulder. "Coming?"
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It took more than a little running in order to catch up to Daphne by the time he had stowed away his various books and parchment. While she had the head start he of course had several years of experience traversing the castle and was able to reach their destination just in time to see her slip into an unissued classroom. After a brief glance at his new version of the Marauders Map he determined that the coast was clear, as they say. He entered the room still panting slightly and wondering if Sirius' freedom was worth giving up the original copy of the map. His own attempts at duplicating the artifact bore little fruit and left him with only sparse information about his immediate surrounding. Had he been more paranoid he would have palmed his wand when entering the room. However his father and friends had charmed the map to display a persons name was a mystery.
"We don't need to hide these meetings." He said with a huff as he sat down at one of the empty tables in the room. Daphne, for her part, was still casting small charms, and even a few curses, around the room to prevent people from eavesdropping. "Finished?" He questioned with a smirk as she finally say down. Her eyes narrowed as she responded.
"We do need to hide these meetings, Potter. This is not the sort of information that I can share easily. My father was only convinced by mother that I be allowed to do so." Harry's mirth at entering a serious discussion such as this with an eleven year old was dampened by parallel thoughts of his former blonde haired Slytherin rival. For a moment he wondered if the whole house was as dependent on their parents or if it was common amongst non-orphaned children. Her smirk lowered when he pulled out his wand and changed to a look of surprise as he cast the Muffliato spell. Her mouth opened to ask a silent question before he explained.
"A much easier way to keep a private conversation." Harry said simply while putting away his wand. "Not enough to stop an overly determined eavesdropper but, then again, not many people would be interested in what two eleven year olds have to say." Daphne looked puzzled at this, which in turn confused Harry until he realized it must have been because of how he spoke instead of what he actually said. Mentally he kicked himself for bragging. Verbally, he continued. "I'll show you some other time. Maybe before we meet to do this again. For now I assume you want to discuss what I asked you about yesterday?" He received a cool glare before a response.
"Politics here in the wizarding world are not as complex as you seem to think. Whatever barbaric ways the muggles go about governing themselves are likely similar, if less civilized." Harry could only roll his eyes at this. Despite their ignorance of the non-magical world, one trip to a cinema was normally enough to change the minds of most witches and wizards about their opinions of muggle technology. "Those with the most influence-."
"Money?" He interjected to clarify. The growl she replied with was enough to convince him that further interruptions would not be appreciated.
"Those with the most influence, and money, tend to be in charge. Lucius Malfoy, as much as he is pompous, has large amounts of both. Therefore he leads a large portion of the Wizengamot. Do you at least know what that is?" She paused for a response.
"Assume I know the basic structure of our government for now. I'm trying to learn to swim, not that water is wet."
"Very well then." She collected herself in a way that reminded him of Hermione before explaining a potion recipe to him and Ronald. "There is a lot to learn still but at least you aren't completely ignorant. I only bring up such a basic thing because clearly you have social influence. I simply know nothing about your financial standing. Publicly, you could probably get away with just about anything. However, if you want to play the political game you will need capital. Gold is always nice but being a desirable business partner can make up for a lack of that."
Harry contemplates this for a few moments. More so wondering why a child was so passively knowledgeable about a subject he had spent most of his preparation time trying to comprehend. He quickly chalked things up to the foreknowledge most of his classmates would have from having grown up in the wizarding world.
"And if I have plenty of gold to back up my fame?"
"Then I think that I may need to send a letter to my mother." It was a simple reply. Her toothless smile left no imagination as to her status as a member of the house of snakes.
Vipers tend to only bare their teeth when directly threatened, after all.
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Not for the first time Harry grew somewhat nervous that he may be playing his hand a bit early. Voldemort in his current state was a minimal threat. Inhabiting the body of Quirrel was possible only due to having a mostly compliant host. From his research it was likely excruciating on both their souls and done as an act of desperation more than anything. There were also the harsh negative effects of having drank unicorn blood. Try as he might it had simply been impossible to pin down the man and warn Hagrid in time to stop that atrocity. In the end he really only knew of one place he could count on the Dark Lord ending up. Had he been a bit more magically powerful he could have devised something a little more clever, or maybe even a way to trap Voldemort in his current form as a shade. Alas, such magic was well beyond his school knowledge. For now it was his best plan to simply kill Quirrel and rid Voldemort of his only current follower. He was uncertain of wether he was even aware of Pettigrew and hopefully his plans for the cowards hiding from Azkaban would start this summer.
Thus found Professor Quirrel walking up to the back of the young black haired Ravenclaw where he sat in front of the mirror of Erised. A brief glance up to it confirmed its magic. Wand out, he finally prodded the boy with a foot when it seemed clear that the young man had not noticed his presence. Oddly enough all that he got as a response was a mumbled grunt. Slowly he walked around to the boys front and saw that the boy was staring deeply at whatever he saw in the mirror.
"What is it, Quirrel? Have you found the stone?" Came a rasping voice from underneath the mans purple turban.
"Potter, my lord. He is here. I'm not sure what happened but I think he has been trapped by the mirror." Quirrel did his best to keep his stutter down. Ever since the dark lord had joined to the back of his head he had terrible trouble forming full sentences.
"What? How could he be here? Unwrap me at once so that I may see." Quirrel did as commanded without protest. How his master could stand being wrapped in cloth was a mystery. If only he had not had to loose his hair and, ultimately, his life. There were worse fates though, he supposed.
Harry, for his part, thought he was doing an excellent job so far. Though he didn't dare look up he knew that the two had let down their guard. Now he just needed to find the right time to strike. Had he been able to get the stone he wouldn't have to go with this plan but the mirror refused to give it to him. Damned Dumbledore and his silly machinations. In a few years he was looking forward to finding an excuse to "accidentally" trash his office. There was also the impending trip back to the Dursley's that-
"Im impressed that he made it here on his own. A shame that he fell victim to the mirror in the end. Tell me, what do you see in it Quirrel?"
"Myself, presenting to you the stone. What does it mean my lord?"
"Likely a trick of some sort. Turn around so that I may look."
Harry decided this was as good a time as any to strike. Jumping up as the man turned he startled the twitchy man. His hesitation allowed Harry the opportunity to place his hands around the mans throat. Similarly to how he remembered, the man began screaming and clawing his hands at Harry's. A futile effort as his scream quickly faded and what skin of his had touched Harry's began to turn to ash. Voldemort let out an echoing scream of rage while removing himself from the body of the Defence Professor before the protection of Lily Potters sacrifice could reach him. In moments the smoking shade was gone, flowing out some crack in the ceiling. Harry scooted back from where he had fallen to the floor and watched as Quirrels now headless and handless form stumbled and fell to the ground. Harry shivered somewhat at the sight before standing up and dusting himself off.
Now came the tricky job of explaining away all this to Dumbledore.
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"As if we would let that happen, pup." Sirius said with a chipper grin directed at the monocled woman. At her grim expression it faltered. "Would we, Amelia?" She raised an eyebrow which caused the Animagus to look towards Harry as if to hide behind him.
"Dumbledore will no longer have any say where Harry lives. I would hope that is no longer in question now that you are here?" Sirius, as animated as he could be, puffed up his chest.
"Of course not. I have the honor of not only taking care of this young man but the responsibility to restore my families good name." He deflated for a moment at this and pretended to think. "Although I suppose it was never a good one was it? Nonetheless, I shall be on my best behavior Madame Director!" Sirius finished with an elegant bow that drew some stares from the other families on the platform at Kings Cross. She gave him a swat of the arm just as Susan joined them.
"As if Harry doesn't already draw enough attention." She scolded, casting a sympathetic look at Harry. "Although you seem to be handling crowds much better than when I dropped you off." Harry's grin at his uncles antics turned to a blush remember how nervous he had been. Mostly due to not being sure he would be able to keep up the act.
"Oh, Harry is quite popular at school. He doesn't talk much but there's always people asking to study together." The adults both smiled.
"Ah, a true Ravenclaw then. I'm sure those brains don't stop you from getting up to a little fun? Never stopped Moony one bit." Amelia gave him another one of her calculating stares.
"He is always lurking around the castles after hours. I'm guessing he thinks nobody noticed." Susan gave a smirk at his expression. He wondered how exactly she found out. Likely from the Weasley twins.
In short order the two families, one just now together for the first time, had split to go spend time at their respective homes. Amelia, having grown very fond of Harry, was hopeful that Sirius has indeed recovered properly from his time in Azkaban. She had personally spent time on his case and with him at the hospitals. It had taken several months but the wizard had made a speedy recovery. His healers told her that his love for Harry and the hopes to be his godfather had played a great role in the healing process.
Sirius took Harry back to Grimmauld more than a little nervous of mistakes he might make, what the might boy think of him or, more importantly, his home. Kreacher, as Harry would find, was just as deranged as ever.
Harry simply enjoyed the nervous feelings radiating off of his Godfather. He planned to wind the man up right and then implement an appropriate prank to get him acting normal.
Of course, Harry planned to have a stunner ready. Nine years is a long time in Azkaban. Best to be careful.
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First three chapters should be nice and edited up. These were the initial chapters I put out all at once and have mostly remained unchanged besides anything stated before this. They will be staying as are for the foreseeable future.
I look forward to posting some new chapters.
Thanks as always for reading!
~Fumbls
