The Missing Boy
A/N: I do not own Harry Potter. Sorry this took so long kind of have writers block.
Chapter 7
Harry walked slowly up the stairs to the boy's dormitory. Ron had gone to bed a half hour earlier but Harry had stayed up a little longer studying with Hermione but finally he could no longer ignore the need to sleep. It had been hard for Harry to keep his mind on transfiguration, to many other thoughts were running through his head at top speed. He had not told Ron and Hermione anything, he still felt weird talking to people about his problems. He had really never anyone to talk to about anything. The Dursleys never cared, that was for sure. And after the Dursleys had abandoned him there was no one either. A squeaking noise at Harry's feet drew his attention. Creeping along the floor was a rat. Scabbers?
"Hey there." Harry said to it, picking it up. "How did you get out here? Ron's been looking for you; let's get you back up stairs." Harry entered the boys dorm quietly as the others where most likely sleeping. Scabbers squeaked in his hand. As Harry set the rat on the foot of Ron's bed he noticed that it was missing a toe. "Been thru a lot haven't you?" He petted the rat and went to bed. Exhausted the Gryffindor fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
Harry looking around took in the familiar setting. It was night and the half moon cast a light glow in to the small cell, giving its occupants just enough light to see by. It was cold and Harry could hear the waves crashing against the rocks out side the bared window along with the screams and rambling's of the other prisoners somewhere in the long halls. A sound from behind Harry made him turn. Emerald green eyes landed on the form of a big black dog. The dog raised it's head and tilted it to the side looking at Harry for a moment before it jumped up and transforming into a shabby looking man. His skin was waxy white and he had long black matted hair. Recognizing Harry brought light to his haunted blue eyes.
"Harry?"
The Animagus rasped. Smiling at the boy Sirius motioned for him to join him sitting on the old cot.
"It's been awhile cub, how are you doing."
Harry smiled at his godfather-my real godfather.-and sat down.
"I'm doing ok now; everything has changed so much recently." Sirius nodded telling Harry to continue.
"Well...I'm at Hogwarts now."
Seeing the shock on his face Harry continued quickly.
"I mean, you always told me about it but - no offence- I thought you were an imaginary friend, but Hagrid – the gamekeeper– gave me this photo album of my parents and there was a pitcher of there wedding and you were in it and I couldn't believe it. Then when I asked, if any one knew who you were the said you were a murder and... I just don't know what to think."
Exhaling deeply Sirius rubbed his hands over his eyes. He didn't speak for a minute, but had a pained expression on his face. Straitening up he look at Harry.
"I probably should have told you sooner, but I guess I was a cowered. Afraid you wouldn't come to see me anymore. Well I should start at the beginning hun?"
He said with a forced laugh.
"So I guess the beginning would be the day I met your dad, Remus and Peter ..."
Harry listened intently as Sirius told his tale. The four becoming friends, Remus's secret, becoming animagi. Sirius told him of Voldemort coming after his parents and that some one close to them was selling there secrets to Voldemort, and how Sirius switched Secret Keeper with Peter, leading to Peter handing to Potters to Voldemort. And Peter framing Sirius.
"But.."
Harry questioned.
"How did you end up here? Didn't you tell anyone what happened?"
" I didn't get a trial. At the time no one trusted anyone and if you were accused you were guilty. I mean everyone else got trails but it not like they could do anything to prove they were innocent. And for me, well, I was supposedly Voldemort's second in command. I was almost as bad as Voldemort himself."
"But, then there must be something we can do?"
Harry asked hopefully. Harry didn't want to think of his newly found godfather in Azkaban for the rest of his life. I wasn't fair, he was innocent.
"I'm afraid not Harry,"
He replied hugging his godson.
"I know Peters alive but with out him or some other proof, no on is going to believe me."
Harry started to protest again but Sirius stopped him.
"Now enough with this to night I want to know everything that's going on with you. There is nothing we can do now so will save that for later. Now how do you like Hogwarts?"
Harry wanted to continue this conversation now but he could see how much it hurt his godfather talking about this, so he decided to humor him for now, they would talk later. So Harry told him what had happened starting with his letter.
The marauder was ecstatic to learn Harry was in Gryffindor, and when he heard about Ron and Hermione, his godson needed friends. He comforted Harry when he told him of all the attention he was getting, he didn't like being famous. Sirius was happy that Harry was doing well in his classes but had a fit when he heard that Snape was teaching potions.
"They actually let that git teach children! What is Dumbledore thinking?"
"Sirius, really he's not that bad. I mean he really hates Gryffindors but he's kind of neutral to me." Harry informed the disgruntled man.
"Alright, but I still don't trust him."
"You don't have to."
"And I really don't like him." Harry shook his head at his godfather childish behavior.
"Oh, Harry I have something for you. They missed this when they through me in here."
From his robes he pulled out two necklaces. One of a dog and the other a stag. "We all had them, since are fifth year. When I arrived at your house after the attack and I found James and Lily I kept his necklace to give to you when you were older."
Carefully Sirius handed it over.
Examining it closely Harry was amazed at the stag necklace. It was made of gold and had diamond antlers. His father's animagus form.
"Thank you."
Harry whispered. This was the first thing that he had of his fathers, it was beautiful. Looking up at Sirius, Harry noticed the sad smile on his face. Harry was about to talk when he felt him self starting to wake up. Sirius seemed to notices and quickly hugged his godson again.
"Talk to you later kid."
Sirius said ruffling his hair.
"Bye Padfoot."
And with that Harry faded away, leaving Sirius with his thoughts.
-&-
Bright green eyes opened to the red canopy of his bed. Sitting up and grabbing his glasses from the bed side table (McGonagall had transfigured him a good pair) Harry looked at his watch. It was 6 o'clock. Feeling something around his neck Harry looked down. There hanging from a gold chain was the necklace. It's still here! It's not just a dream. With a bright smile on his face he got ready for school. Everything wasn't perfect but it was a start. He would free his godfather of that he was sure. He didn't know how but he would, but he'll find a way.
Harry walked out of the bathroom dressed and ready. Three of his other room mates were almost ready to but Ron was still fast a sleep. Sighing to him self he walked past his bed, grabbing a pillow, and proceeded to the side of Ron's bed.
"Ron. Ron wake up."
The red headed boy just ignored him pulling his blankets tighter to him.
"Well don't say I didn't try it the nice way."
with that Harry brought the pillow down on Ron's head repeatedly.
"Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh! Harry! Stop! I'm up. I'm up." When Harry stopped Ron glared at Harry and his laughing room mates.
"Stop glaring and get up. You're going to miss breakfast. So hurry up I'm not missing a chance to eat waiting for you."
Ron grumbled but got up and started to get ready. Ron reminded Harry of one of his friends from his time on the streets. He was a three years older then Harry, kind of like an older brother. He took care of Harry for about a year before the cops picked him up and took him back to the orphanage he had run away from. About two week after the Dursleys left him Hayden found him. Hayden had taken him under his wing, showed him how to live on the streets. Hayden had a short temper with anyone who messed with him that almost got him arrested a couple of times, luckily Harry was good at creating distractions. But he was loyal, once he took Harry in he made sure no on messed with him.
Harry loved his classes but the school atmosphere was still taking getting used to. Here of course, school work was the most important thing, Harry was used to doing when he had time, it wasn't top priority. Surviving was. Having to get up at a certain time, and of course the never ending, limitless amount of people. He had gotten comfortable enough with Ron and Hermione, but the other students in the school Harry was still getting used to. The stares and whispers unnerved him. He still had the instinct to hide, blend in as he had always done. He was nothing special, not worth all this attention. The boys entered the Great Hall to see the familiar sight of Hermione with her head buried in a book.
"Morning Hermione." The-Boy-Who-Lived greeted her.
"Good morning Harry, Good morning Ronald." she returned pleasantly.
Ron just nodded in greeting, to early to talk. Hermione just shook her head at the red head. As they began to fill there plates with food the morning post arrived. Hedwig flew down landing on her master's shoulder giving gentle nip to his ear. He fed her some bacon as his attention was drawn to Neville.
"What you got there Neville?" Dean asked.
"It's from my grams," he said holding up a glass ball. "It's a remembrall, the smoke is supposed to turn red if you've forgotten something." As he finished talking the smoke turned red. "Only problem is I can't remember what I've forgotten."
Conversations continued as Neville headed back for the Gryffindor tower to see if he could find what he forgot. Harry was save from explaining muggle electricity to Ron by Hermione.
"You two do remember that we have flying lessons after potions today, so we don't have charms."
Apparently Ron had forgotten since he excitedly explained all the different types of brooms to them.
They set off for potions Harry and Hermione half listing to Ron. As they reached the dungeons they ran into the Slytherin trio. Malfoy, Crabe and Goyle were blocking there path to the potions class room.
"Well isn't it the book worm, the weasel, and the-boy-no-one-wanted. What's this I hear? You're all excited about flying lessons? Not like they'll help, none of you have any talent. It's a shame that they don't let first years on the house team, I've been flying since I was four, you should watch me today you might learn something."
"You shut your mouth Malfoy!" Ron said whipping out his wand.
Harry glared at Malfoy; he hated people like him, thinking they were better then everyone else.
"Get out of the way Malfoy. We don't need to listen to you brag about something you can't do."
Malfoy sneered at Harry.
"I only speak the truth." He laughed.
"What, you think your perfect because you're famous? And Weasel here can't fly a broom, you know his family's to poor to have ever owned one."
Ron lunged at Malfoy hi face as red as his hair.
"Ron no! You'll only get in trouble." Hermione hissed.
"Right you are Miss. Granger, Ten points from Gryffindor Mr. Weasley!" Snape glared at the Gryffindors. "And it will be another twenty if you don't put your wand away and everyone is there seats in ten seconds!" As everyone rushed into the potions classroom Harry noticed the crowed of there class mates that had gathered while the fought. Harry sat down as Snape began to speak.
" You all better have your homework done and I hope you studied this time, your Deflating Draughts last class were abysmal. Whoever doesn't get it right to day will be working on it in detention with me till they get it right. Instructions are on the board get to work. Potter, Malfoy. To my desk now."
The students jumped to work not wanting to upset the already angry professor. Draco and Harry walked to Snape's desk as far apart from each other as possible.
"Draco you will be making a Swelling Solution today as your potion was correct as usual." Draco nodded and went to get his ingredients. Snape turned to Harry.
"I want you to make some Burn-Healing Paste; Finnigan keeps blowing stuff up andMadam Pomfrey needs more. Instructions are on page 275."
"Yes professor."
Harry said, going to his table to start his potion. Because of Harry's natural ability for potions Snape usually had Harry working on other potions in class, helping restock the hospital wing and other ones to challenge him. Harry set to work at his potion, glancing at Neville as he passed. The boy was a nervous wreck, he hoped he'd do all right, Hermione was helping as much as she could with out being caught by Snape.
At three-thirty that afternoon, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and the other Gryffindors hurried down the front steps onto the grounds for there first flying lesson. It was a clear, breezy day, and the grass rippled under their feet as they marched down the sloping lawns toward a smooth, flat lawn on the opposite side of the grounds to the forbidden forest, whose trees were swaying darkly in the distance.
The Slytherins were already there, and so were twenty broom-sticks lying in neat lines on the ground. Harry had heard Fred and George w complain about the school brooms, saying that some of them started to vibrate if you flew too high, or always flew slightly to the left.
As they arrived so did there teacher, Madam Hooch. She had short, gray hair, and yellow eyes like a hawk.
"Well, what are you all waiting for?" she barked. "Everyone stand by a broomstick. Come on, hurry up."
Harry glanced down at his broom. It was old and some of the twigs stuck out at odd angles.
"Stick your right hand over your broom," called Madam Hooch at the front, "and say 'Up!' "
"UP!" everyone shouted.
At once Harry's broom jumped into his hand, but it was one of the few that did. Draco's had, Hermione's had just rolled over and half didn't move at all.
Finally when all had successfully got there brooms into there hands Madam Hooch then showed them how to mount their brooms without sliding off the end, and walked up and down the rows correcting their grips. Ron had been delighted when she told Malfoy he'd been doing it wrong for years.
"Now when I blow my whistle, you will kick off from the ground, hard," said Madam Hooch. "keep your brooms steady, rise a few feet , and then come straight back down by leaning forward slightly. On my whistle – three – two--"
But Neville, nervous and frightened of being left on the ground, pushed off hard before the whistle had even touched Madam Hooch's lips.
"Come back boy!" she shouted, but Neville shot up like a bullet— twelve feet— twenty feet. Harry saw his scared white face look down at the ground falling away, saw him gasp, slip sideways off his broom and—
WHAM— a thud and a nasty crack and Neville lay face down on the grass in a heap, his broomstick heading off into the forest.
Madam Hooch was bending over Neville, her face as white as his.
"Broken wrist," Harry heard her mutter. "Come on, boy— it's all right, up you get."
Helping him up she turned to the rest of the class.
"those brooms will stay were they are, if any of you so much as think about leaving the ground you'll be out of Hogwarts before you can say 'Quidditch'. Come on dear."
No sooner were they out of earshot than Malfoy burst into laughter.
"Did you see his face, the great lump?"
The other Slytherins joined in.
"Shut up, Malfoy," snapped Parvati Patil
"ooh Neville's got a girlfriend." Teased Parkinson. "Didn't think you liked cry babies Parvati."
Reaching down and picking up Neville's remembrall Malfoy laughed.
"The idiot, maybe if he'd given this a squeeze he'd have remembered to fall on his fat ass."
"Hand it over Malfoy."
Harry said walking up to him.
"No, I don't think I will. Why don't you make me." Malfoy mocked.
Harry lunged at Malfoy reaching for the glass ball. Malfoy slipped it in his pocket and dogged Harry as best he could.
Growling Malfoy swung his broom at Harry who dodged and knocked the broom to the ground with his arm his foot coming down to snap it in two. Malfoy, who still had Neville's Remembrall in his pocket grabbed his neighbors broom and took off into the air.
"Scared Potter? To high for you?"
He taunted while he tossed the glass ball up and down. Harry's hand grabbed the broken broom which in a flash of blue light was hole again and took off after the blond boy. Malfoy who was in shock was almost knocked of his broom by Harry, he ducked just in time. Malfoy put some distance between him and the Boy-Who-Lived.
"Fine."
He said in anger at being made to look like an idiot. "Take it" with that he through the little ball.
Harry dived after the ball heading strait for the courtyard. He pushed the broom faster to catch up, as he and the ball were about to crash into the ground his fingers wrapped around the glass ball and he pulled up, bringing his broom to an abrupt halt right in front of Professor McGonagall.
"Potter! What are you doing! Never—in all my time at Hogwarts— could have broken your neck!" The transfiguration teacher exclaimed in shock.
"Er—well… you see…." Harry stumbled. Shit I'm gunna be expelled already, knew I shouldn't have gotten comfortable.
"Potter come with me. Now" Said McGonagall sternly, heading towards the castle.
Following McGonagall Harry glared at the smirking Malfoy.
Harry followed McGonagall quietly through the halls. So this was it, back to the streets., Well it wasn't a total loss, he found out why he could do these weird things, magic defiantly would make things easier. Though they probably wouldn't let his keep is wand, but judging by what happened outside with the broom stick maybe he wouldn't need it. If he concentrated hard enough maybe he could do it with out a wand. Harry's thoughts didn't go any further because the came to a halt out side of a class room, and McGonagall knocked on the door.
"Excuse me, professor Quirrell, could I barrow Wood for a moment?"
Wood? Harry thought, I thought she was taking me to Dumbledore, is this like sum kind of punishment?
Wood turned out to be Oliver Wood. A broad-shouldered fifth year student.
"Harry this is Oliver Wood, Gryffindor Quidditch captain. Oliver this is Harry Potter, Gryffindors new seeker.
Hun?
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