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Heyy! So you guys might even get another chapter from me today or tomorrow!
So someone asked about if Dany has this super powerful family why can't she just snap her fingers and free Sirius, and that's explained in this chapter (PS Fudge is kind of a stubborn asshole if you didn't catch that in OoTP).
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Stars.
But I will hold on hope
And I won't let you choke
On the noose around your neck
And I'll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I'll know my name as it's called again
~The Cave, Mumford and Sons
Dany was sitting across from Harry in a breakfast restaurant that he had chosen from the backseat of her car. He was now happily munching on pancakes and bacon, as Dany drank her coffee. She hadn't started off particularly liking the drink but by the time she was 20 it had become essentially her lifeblood. She blamed Sirius, honestly.
"Miss. Danilynn?"
"Harry, you can just call me Dany. Really, I'd really rather you did."
"Sorry, Dany. I—I was just wondering if you could tell me about the laughter. You know, in my dreams." Dany tried not to let her gentle smile falter but she couldn't stop her memories from rising up in her eyes. Sirius. James. Lily. Gone. They're all gone. She thought about Harry, about how old he was. Eight was young to know the horrible truth of your parents death, but too old to be lied to.
"What have your aunt and uncle told you about how your parents died?"
"Just that they died in a car crash. I'm not really allowed to ask questions." Dany felt that familiar burn in the back of her throat and the itch in her hands to wrap them around Petunia's long, skinny, throat. Dany took a long breath and looked sadly at her Godson,
"Harry, this—this is really hard for me to tell you, do you understand that? But you need to know. Your parents, Lily and James, they didn't die in a car crash." Harry's eye lit up,
"They're alive?" She hated to crush this hope. But she had to. She had to. For Sirius and for Harry.
"No, no dear, they're dead, but they weren't killed in an accident. A man named Tom Riddle murdered them. But when he killed them, he went by the name of Lord Voldemort. That scar you have on your forehead? It's not a normal scar, that's where he tried to kill you too." Her Godson's eyes grew huge.
"He tried to kill me too? Why did he try to kill me and my parents?" Dany cast a wary eye around and noticed a man in a suspicious outfit that looked a little too much like ministry robes for her liking,
"Harry, darling, I really think we should discuss this somewhere else, okay?" Harry reluctantly nodded and Dany waved the waitress over for the check, "Oh, and his coffee's on me." She pointed to the suspected Ministry worker, "Give him my regards, too." Dany smiled sweetly and handed the woman the correct sum of money plus a little extra to her and guided her Godson out of the diner with a cheery wave to the on looking man, who looked horrified that he had been ousted by a young woman. Thy walked down the street and entered a small park with children playing and teenagers on dates and old couples reading and chatting. They occupied a bench a little separated from other people and Harry turned to his Godmother again,
"Dany, why was this Voldemort guy after my mom and dad?" Dany mulled over how to breach the topic of magic,
"Do you remember the wolf in the kitchen?" Harry nodded, smiling at the thought, "Well, there are more things like that, because magic, well, it's is real. There are witches and wizards in the world, although they choose to remain hidden."
"You're a witch?"
"I am. And so was your mother. Your father was a wizard, which makes you one too. You're magic, a wizard. "
"I—I am?"
"You are indeed. I promise to tell you much more about it but I must first answer the question about your parents before it gets lost in all the magic questions. The first thing you have to understand is that not all magic is like the wolf. There is bad magic, dark magic, and back when your parents and I were a little older than you; a man came into power, named Lord Voldemort. He was a wicked man and believed that some wizards and witches were better than others because they comes from all Wizarding families—"
"That's awful!"
"Your mom was a witch born to non-magic folks, who are called Muggles, making her a Muggleborn. And when your parents left school they decided to fight Lord Voldemort, along with my husband and myself. We became Aurors, which are kind of like policemen, pretty much bad-wizard catchers. A year or two further into the war against Voldemort, your parents were part of a major revolution against him and because of their resistance, he killed them, and I suspect that he liked killing by then and tried to kill you, but for some reason the curse backfired, killing him. But that is the laughter. That is Voldemort trying to kill you."
"I hate him! I hate him, I hate him!"
"So do I, Buddy. So do I." And she did. Who the Hell laughs as they kill a freshly orphaned baby?
"Dany, did you say you had a husband?" Dany smiled a little at the thought of Sirius.
"I do. But he was put in jail for something he didn't do. He was put in jail for giving up your parents to Voldemort. That's what I'm whispering to you in your dreams, you know, who really gave them up. I planted it in your mind, to reveal itself when the time was right, and then erased it from my memories. You've got a secret up in there, Bud." She ruffled his hair lightly and murmured, "He's your Godfather you know, my husband. Once we get that name out of your head, we'll all get to be a family, the way your mom and dad wanted it in their wills."
"I never have to go back to the Dursley's?" Dany winked at the hopeful boy,
"Not if I have anything to do with it. And trust me, I have quite a bit to do with most things in the Wizarding world."
"Dany? What's my Godfather's name?" Dany smiled and said softly,
"Sirius. Sirius Black. When you were a baby you called him 'Padfoot'. It was a nickname that your dad gave him when they were only a few years older than you are now."
"When am I gonna be able to meet him?" Dany sighed and wrapped an arm around her sweet Godson,
"I don't know. I've tried to get him out, and the Wizengamot, that's the Wizard equivalent of Parliament, is willing to hear me and maybe even let him go, but the Minister of Magic won't hear of it. Fudge always did have a cinderblock for a brain."
"You need my memories, then?"
"Eventually, but I think for right now, we should focus on getting you out of the Dursley's house. Unless you'd like to go back…" Dany winked and Harry stuck his tongue out,
"No thank you!"
"Harry, you have to understand that for me to take you away from them people are going to ask you how you were treated there. You need to be 100% completely honest with them, got it?" He nodded and Dany whispered,
"You ready to go see some magic?" They both stood and Harry took her hand as she led him to a dingy looking building labeled 'The Leaky Cauldron'.