Disclaimer: I own nothing as usual.
Chapter 4
What's in Stored for You?
It was a late afternoon, and Harry was stuffed. He'd never had this much ice cream at one day -- in fact, he could only recall having ice cream at all only twice. The first time had been at Mrs. Figg, and the other on Dudley's birthday -- there'd been some left from Dudley and his friends, and as his stomach had been aching, Aunt Petunia had let Harry eat the rest of the ice cream. Uncle Vernon had of course said that she was going to spoil Harry rotten, but Aunt Petunia gave it anyway.
Now, he'd had three huge ice creams -- one vanilla, one strawberry, and one chocolate. Moony had only eaten a little chocolate ice cream, but they'd talked all the time and walked around the park. Harry didn't know why, but somehow all the people around seemed to just ignore them. Even the kiosk keeper hadn't at first noticed them. Not that it was a bad thing by Harry's mind -- he didn't like to have too much attention centered on him. That usually only came just after he'd done something bad, or when Dudley and his friends were bullying him.
Harry was getting a bit nervous now. Soon, he'd have to go back to the Dursleys. Even though the guy named Moony and Padfoot said they were never going to take him back there, he still had his doubts. "What about..." Moony hesitated again for a moment, and then said, "What about if you came with me, Harry?"
"I could?" Harry asked, now even more shocked. Who would ever want Harry? He was a freak, which was what he'd been told all his life. His parents had been freaks, and he was a bad little boy -- that had Aunt Petunia told him too many times to forget.
"Yes, you could," the man replied gently. "But you couldn't go back to the Dursleys -- ever."
"No Dursleys?" Harry asked, feeling as if he'd just been told he was going to step to the Heaven. "No Dudley?"
"No," Moony confirmed. "I can't promise that you could get every day as much ice-cream as today -- that would rot your teeth-"
"Spoiled sport." Sirius replied.
"But, you would get a room of your own at my place, and a couple of new toys." Remus replied ignoring Sirius comment.
"But -- that would only be waste," Harry said worriedly. "Aunt Petunia always says that using money on me is only waste."
"She's wrong." Sirius said firmly. "Besides, we have money."
"Then," Harry said, grinning broadly, "I'd love to come and live with you guys."
At first Sirius wondered whether he was doing the right thing as he'd been planning the 'kidnapping' of taking Harry from his aunt and uncle. After seeing Harry's hand-down clothes and worn toys, leave alone the cupboard the poor boy slept in, he'd known he had been right. Most people treated their dogs better than the Dursleys treated Harry. And Harry was most definitely not a dog, he was a frightened six-year-old who'd got definitely too much of the Dursley.
Well, the next day Sirius and Remus would talk more with Harry. They'll fix the things in the little boy's life - they had to. They wouldn't allow James's son be treated like a rat by his only living relatives.
Yes, tomorrow would be a lot better day.
Night
Sirius Dream…
Harry Potter sat at his small table; at almost a year old he was the most curious child anyone had ever seen.
His father James and Godfather Sirius, close by as baby Harry reached for his clay, giggling and shouting.
James smiled at his little boy, his only son.
Sirius looked lovingly at his godson before sliding on to the floor to play with him.
"Harry, what are you doing buddy?'
"kah!" Harry shouted happily offering a piece of purple clay to him.
Sirius took it. "kah Pafoo kah!"
"That's right Harry clay now let's see now… what can we make today?" Sirius said thinking hard.
" I know" Sirius said as he began to mold the clay rolling it into a ball and pulling two feathers from his pocket and molding them into the clay before holding it out to show Harry.
"sah" Harry clapped and giggled as the purple snitch zoomed by him and landed back into Sirius's hand.
"pafoo
ah" he shrieked happily. Sirius then molded it again into an
elephant pinching and poking and bending it into shape.
Harry
stared in awe.
" This Harry, is an elephant, they stomp 'round and round eating plants and peanuts like this" Sirius pointed his wand at it and whispered a spell and much to Harry's delight the clay elephant stomped and swung its trunk this way and that way.
Harry bounced in his seat laughing madly at his Godfather.
Remus Dreams…
"You'll never guess what happened?" James bound into the flat that he shared with his three best friends in the world.
"You spilt pasta on yourself?" Sirius asked; James looked down and saw that his whole front was covered in pasta sauce but that wasn't what he was excited about.
"She threw the pasta on me," James replied.
"What did you do to her? I thought Lily liked you," Remus said.
"Did you brake up with her?" Peter asked.
"No, I asked her to marry me," James grinned.
"PRONGS! You git! Congratulations!" Sirius grinned and hugged his friend.
"What did she say?" Remus asked.
"She said yes?" James whooped.
"Great going James!" Peter said.
"I see that you were right James," Remus smiled.
"What was I right about?" James asked.
"You were right when you said that one day you would have "that dishy babe one day," quote un quote," Remus replied.
"Right, Sirius, you owe me fifteen galleons!"
"WHAT?"
Discussion among Death Eaters …
"So, Potter is staying with the Werewolf?" Knott said.
"Somewhere in France, not sure where though," Crabbe replied.
"Southern France," Malfoy corrected.
"Can we get Greyback to find out?" Goyle asked.
"Maybe, but Werewolves can sense each other, especially if the Werewolf that bit Lupin showed up all of a sudden; we can't have Potter escaping," Malfoy replied.
"What about Black?" an unknown Death Eater asked.
"He won't get in our way, he's on the run," Malfoy smirked.
"What should we do?"
"Track down Lupin and Potter, that's what," Malfoy replied.
After Malfoy gave his orders the group of Death Eater's Disaparated
Geez, I just keep giving you guys short chapters don't I? Sorry about that.