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Chapter two: Letters, presents and birds

Upon waking, he felt a sudden rush of pain through his head and stomach. Opening his eyes, he realized he was on his back, on the floor of his bedroom at Private Drive.

'Why in the love of a mother am I on the floor?' Harry thought, then the nights events rushed back to him. Harry groaned and slowly pushed himself up into a sitting position, a hand on his stomach, the other holding him up. Struggling to get to his trunk at the base of his bed, he grabbed the edge of his bed and heaved himself up and on the bed.

Harry peeled off his shirt, opened his trunk carefully not to wake anyone and grabbed bruise cream from his second compartment and applied to his chest and his arms (which had been protecting his face) and applied bandages around his broken ribs. He grabbed another shirt and his journal. Yes, the same journal James had given him, the same Ethan Slytherin recorded Hogwarts secrets in; opening an empty page, he concentrated writing in parseltounge so no one could read this.

7/31/95

Well looks like I am back at Private Drive for the remainder of the summer (or a least till Sirius comes to pick me up. 'Uncle' has given me a beating just as I got back from Fates Castle; Let me tell you it was not pleasant, I think I prefer Severus's potion class.

Speaking of classes, I need to update Hogwarts ward without anyone knowing… a hard task, but not to hard for 'Lord Fate'. I cannot wait to hear from Sirius or anyone for that fact. I need to know if the protection charms worked, that's one of the only things that keeps me wanting to come back to Earth, to the muggle world really.

Life never seems to get better only worse.

Putting down the pen, he leaned back against his pillow, taking in the effects of the bruise cream, its cool sensation. Harry sighed, and glanced over at the clock. It was 2:23; however, the perk of being one of the Fates is being able to tell what time it is without a watch.

Taking out his C.D. player, he turned on the radio and listened to the Muggles talk about some hair product. Then an announcer came on, "Here's Tom Petty's Freefalling,"

'She's a good girl,
loves her mama
Loves Jesus and America too.
She's a good girl, crazy 'bout Elvis
Loves horses and her boyfriend too.

It's a long day living in Reseda
There's a freeway runnin' through the yard
And I'm a bad boy cos I don't even miss her
I'm a bad boy for breakin' her heart.

And I'm free, free fallin' 'Yeah I'm free, free fallin'

All the vampires walkin' through the valley
Move west down Ventura Boulevard.
And all the bad boys are standing in the shadows
All the good girls are home with broken hearts.

Free fallin', now I'm a, free fallin', now I'm Free fallin', now I'm free fallin', now I'm a-
I wanna glide down over Mulholland
I wanna write her name in the sky
Gonna free fall out into nothin'
Gonna leave this world for a while.'

A soft tapping at his window as the song stopped made him turn of his C.D player and open the window quietly. Harry smiled as he recognized Hedwig in the group of owls.

'Hello Harry-wizard,' Hedwig said though now she did not think Harry could reply.

'Hello Hedwig,' Harry answered back, he watched amused as Hedwig squawked and swiveled her eyes everywhere for the answer. Her golden eyes settled on Harry and she blinked heavily.

'Harry- wizard?' She asked uncertain. The other owls watched the exchange surprised. Harry nodded.

'Hello Hedwig how was your trip?' Harry took the package off her leg. Hedwig did not move but sat on his bed staring at him.

'Good,' She said back, her shock wearing off slowly. 'How are you being able to communicate with us Harry-wizard?'

'A perk of my inheritance,' He answered shortly before shifting his weight from his broken wrist to his good arm. He grabbed the bandages and wrapped his wrist, hoping to heal it before Sirius or the Weasleys' came to pick him up.

'What happened to you wrist Harry-wizard?' Hedwig asked, looking concerned.

'Lesson,' He answered bitterly. He had told Hedwig about lessons when he was younger (eleven).

Hedwig scowled (if that was even possible) and landed on his good arm. Harry shakily held his wrist up and stroked her.

Hedwig looked Harry over before flying over to the other owls, who, one by one, waited for Harry to take off their packages, which he did then piled them on his bed near his feet.

First he glanced them over –glad he still had the aura power with him- and was relieved to see no threat. He opened the first gift that turned out to be from Fred and George.

Dear Investor,

It gives me (us) okay us great pleasure to introduce (you to our magnificent) inventions. We have made 18 so far and each one (is more hilarious then the last). We wish you a (happy) birthday.

Fred and (George)

Harry chuckled softly and opened the package to find a multicolored box that had on the head of it: Marauder Package. Harry smirked; this would be perfect for his pranks this year. He was going to get Malfoy back for things he had said in the past and probably say in the future.

Harry pushed Fred and George's present aside and grabbed the biggest package to find it from the other Weasleys; he opened the box to find notes from Ron, Mrs. Weasley and an unknown handwriting.

Harry decided to open the unknown handwriting first.

Dear Harry,

You may be wondering why I am writing to you, I Percy Weasley, need help. Yes help, I know I have said rude thing in the past but I need to talk to my parents, who are currently not speaking to me. I also would like to be the first to tell you of my engagement to Penelope Clearwater. That is the reason I need to speak to my parents, they are currently not accepting my mail and I would ask you to forward a note I have left in the envelope.

Sincerely,

Percival Weasley

Harry sighed and thought of not doing so but realized he should, it would be the right thing to do; it would also give him something over Percy that could serve well in the future.

Opening Ron's note he found a long letter-for Ron that is.

Dear Harry,

Summer has been quite boring here at the burrow. How has the Muggles been treating you? I have gotten half of my homework done (Hermione would be proud) and I am now bored to death. I keep asking mum to let you come to the burrow but they have not answered yet.

My present may actually be useful for playing chess but don't get your hopes up against winning against me!

--Ron

Harry opened Ron's present to see a book.

'Well that's a shocker!' Harry thought sarcastically, remembering learning how to play chess the dirty way from Sal... And he won too.

The book was title, Chess, don't worry mate we got you covered! Harry stifled his laughter and moved that aside to open Mrs. Weasley's present.

Harry dear,

How is your summer? I have been asking Albus to get you out of that horrible house for weeks but he has refused almost every time. I am waiting his reply for the owl I sent him. I hope you like what I sent you.

Love from,

Mrs. Weasley

Harry opened the box to find cakes and scones of many varieties; Harry grabbed a scones and ate it pleasantly, his stomach had been rumbling for ages.

'I will have to write her a reply for these,' Harry thought satisfied with his full stomach. Harry opened the second to last present which turned out to be a package from Hermione. Harry opened it to find her letter, quite short really.

Dear Harry,

I am having a quite boring summer; I am not allowed to go anywhere- my parents learned of Voldemort's return- but I have finished my homework. I cannot wait to see you and Ron. I hop the Dursleys are treating you right.

With Love,

Hermione

Harry smiled and opened her present to find a homework planner and quills, with a short note.

To get ready for school

--Hermione

Harry went to open the other package (he recognized Sirius's handwriting) when he felt the familiar jerk of a portkey.

Harry landed with a thump on a carpeted room, but Harry had no time to look around when his trunk came out of nowhere and hit his broken ribs, resulting in him passing out.

Sirius Black eagerly awaited his godson's arrival hoping the portkey would not bring back to many bad memories for him. He was flipping through a book with Remus sitting at the desk near him when he heard a thump. Sirius jumped up, alert knowing this was his godson. Remus however did not know of the plan and he grabbed his wand and rushed out to the living room.

"Sirius!" Remus called his voice urgent. Sirius rushed out to see his godson unconscious his trunk had fallen on his in the ride. Sirius blinked and examined his godson while Remus took the trunk of his godson. There was a white bandage around his wrist, but not on the other (which crosses off any kind of self- harm) and he was pale and his breathing was shallow. Remus also noticed what Sirius had seen and lifted his godson on the couch. While Remus picked Harry up he noticed he at least gained some weight since he had last seen him, which was good. Remus placed him on the couch; Sirius then noticed something white under his godson shirt and he steeped forward hesitantly and picked up his shirt. The first thing he saw was a part if stitches on his right side- the rest of them must be covered by the bandages on his chest- and then the bandages wrapped around his godson's chest. Sirius face wrinkled with concern, then an idea hit him right in the face: Dursleys.

A tapping broke Remus's reverie and he went over and opened the window to see Hedwig flying in with many packages (in her mouth and on her legs). She dropped them on the floor and perched on the couch top.

Harry stirred after fifteen minutes, his green eyes glazed at first then he was sitting up and alert his wand in his hand. He then spotted Remus and Sirius, and calmed down and smiled at them.

"Hey guys this won't hurt a bit," He said and made a complicated gesture with his hand.

Sirius was suddenly hit with several images of Ethan Riddle, information of how Ethan was Harry. A memory appeared that he never remembered living:

Reaching out, Sirius shook Harry's shoulder, which successfully woke him up. Harry's emerald eyes (which were the only feature Harry kept from his real appearance,) were glazed with sleepiness, but then at the sight of him, were alert. Harry reached for his wand on the bedside but Sirius spoke in a whisper,

"I know you're not Ethan Riddle," Harry froze and paled. "I know your Harry-," Harry clamped a hand over Sirius's mouth.

"Shh," Harry whispered. He removed his hand and asked Sirius,

"How did you figure out?" Sirius sat down in a chair next to Harry's bed.

"I looked in your trunk," Harry frowned then shook his head tiredly.

"Also, why so late?" Sirius smiled sheepishly.

"I couldn't sleep because of what I did…" He trailed off glancing at Harry's covered chest.

"What does it look like?' Harry lifted his right side of his shirt.

Sirius stared at the long line of stitches. The looked painful. Sirius winced and glanced at Harry as he dropped his shirt.

"SOOO," Harry began, "I get released tomorrow!" Sirius smiled. Then as Sirius opened, his mouth to answer Harry yawned. Sirius, deciding to be more responsible, responded, "Night, I will see you tomorrow!"

Remus was hit with the same images and knowledge, as if it had been locked away. He remembered how he had cornered Ethan- no Harry and had forced him to tell him who he really was:

As Harry strode down the halls to the entrance hall to get some air, he was violently pulled into an empty classroom and shoved (hard) against one of the nearest walls. The attackers hands were on his neck (making it hard for him to breath- because of his scarf) and on his wand arm.

"Get off" Harry chocked out, and looked at his attacker. It was Remus Lupin.

Harry at first was shocked and looked into his eyes incase of any sign of impervious curse. But all he got was rage and curiosity, but mostly rage.

"Who are you?" He growled not unlike his wolf form.

"W- What do you mean," Harry gasped out, struggling on his grip. However, he knew he could not get past Remus when it was near or after the full moon. His strength was magnified before and after the full moon. One of the advantages of being a werewolf.

"Your scent if different!" He spat, glaring. Harry blinked then realized what he meant. When he had concealed, his scent and voice was changed also. His magic had been different after their capture, which meant Voldemort must have unleashed one of his powers and Harry was fighting to keep it under control.

"You know," Harry said diverting the conversation from him, "You just reveled your identity as a werewolf." Remus paled slightly then tightened his grip. Harry fought to breath.

"Why are you here death eater? Here to take James? You must have changed from yourself to Ethan! He's probably taking torture now!"

'Yeah I am buddy!' Harry thought his vision swimming as he struggled to breath. He knew he had to oblivate Sirius then UN-do it in the future so why not Remus too.

"Silence the room and I'll tell you," Harry said, trying to take a breath. Remus took out his wand (he had taken his had off Harry's wand arm) and conjured robes around Harry's wrist and legs, then silenced the room.

"Talk," He pulled up a chair from one of the empty desks and sat in front of him. Harry slide down the wall and sat with his legs to his chest.

"The reason my scent has changed is because my magic is changing too. I have a concealing charm on myself, which hides my scent and appearance. However, when I came back from our capture, some of my magic started changing, from the affects from the torture.

"I am not from the time nor do I look like this," He looked Remus in the eye and said, "I am Harry James Potter." He let his appearance drop.

Remus just blinked and said, "Wow," The he got a hold of his scenes. He sat up, grabbed Harry by the neck again, and pulled him up by it. Harry moaned in pain and thought, 'What with the neck?'

"Tell me something only James would tell his kids," Harry blinked. He thought for a second and said, "I solemnly swear I am up to no good," Remus loosened his grip but stared into his emerald eyes.

"I could show you my patronus," Harry said, hoping it would convince Remus. Remus nodded but held out his wand in protection.

"Expecto Patonum!" Harry thought souly of his father's face, smell and his eyes, the way they lit up when he came into his view.

A big golden-rimmed stag burst out of his wand, looking prepared for action. However seeing none, he walked up to Harry and nuzzled his hand before nodding to Remus then vanishing from sight.

Harry had been to focused on the place the stag noticed to see Remus move and then engulf him in a hug worthy of Mrs. Weasleys'.

Harry tightened then relaxed into the hug. It was good he had two people to talk to about his father and mother.

Remus and Sirius blinked and looked at their old best friend and best friend's son.

"How?" Sirius whispered confused.

"The letters I gave you oblivated you; I leaned that if you oblivate someone you can easily in-do that." Harry explained looking from Sirius to Remus hoping they would be mad.

"That means I- I," Sirius stuttered looking at Harry's right side guilty.

"Oh shush Sirius, your just like James- sorry dad," He said thinking of James's guilty face after the whipping.

"You mean after he- whipped you?" Remus said, moving his chair close to the couch.

"Yeah, I told him it was-," Sirius cut off Harry's reply engulfing his godson in a hug. Harry fought off a moan of pain but hugged his godfather back fiercely, after not seeing him for so long. Remus also hugged Harry with the same vigor.

Sirius face suddenly turned serious and asked, "Why are there bandages on your arms and chest?"

Quotes from Wise Beyond Years Literally, chapters 23 and 14.

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