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Chapter Three: Vernon's demise
Sirius Black paced ruthlessly in front of the fireplace of the Lupin cottage, trying to figure out what to do with those Dursleys. Glancing over at the door that belonged to Harry (it had been the second guest room, he had the first) and thought back to his godson's serious face when he had told him about the 'lessons', about his childhood. It was sick how he had been treated no less than a house elf, doing their chores, barley getting any food and those 'lessons'!
'It's time for some pay back,' Sirius thought. 'The marauder's are having their revenge. Time to wake Remus, were going whale hunting!'
A loud creak in the house of number four Private Drive awoke both Vernon and Petunia Dursley.
"Vernon," Petunia slurred tiredly, "Go see what it is."
Vernon scowled. It was probably that stupid freak again. This would teach him a lesson.
Vernon made his way to the sources of the creaking (downstairs) turned the lights on to find everything missing. Their furniture, their tables, cabinets, kitchenware etc; the only thing there was a note on the floor of the kitchen. In blood red, it said:
Never mess with a Marauder.
Vernon felt his hears stop. The had lost everything! Acting quickly, he grabbed his cell phone from his coat pocket (the only thing not taken) and called the police. Ring…Ring…Ring-,
A knock at the door cut off his cell phone. Vernon blinked and thought that was quick. He opened the door to see two young men in blue police suits, their badges shining 'spite the lack of light.
"What seems to be the problem?" The blonde haired man asked, his amber eyes gleaming.
"My furniture it's gone!" Vernon gestured for them to enter, the followed. The other black haired man raised an eyebrow.
"You know what this means don't you?"
"What?" Vernon moved closer to the men eagerly wanting to know what to do.
The two young men whipped around, sticks in their hand, both of their eyes gleaming with anger and vengeance. A bright red flash filled his vision, then-
Vernon awoke with a start. He sat up quickly, his blue eyes darting to the corners of the room in fright. Only shadows if the furniture met his eyes.
"Vernon what's wrong dear," Petunia asked turning on the bedside table light. She wore her bed dress, her hair up in curlers.
"I-I guess I had a bad dream that's all dear," He said, realizing it was just his imagination on the wild again.
"Vernon what's that?" She was pointing to a badge of a police staffs on the floor of their second largest bedroom (their precious Dudley had the largest). Vernon felt the bed groan as he got up and checked the badge, it said instead of police officers of London:
Never touch Harry again or you will learn what Marauders can really do!
Vernon gasped and threw it to the corner of the room, where it vanished in a puff of red smoke.
"What was that?" Petunia sat on the edge of the bed and touched her husbands shoulder. She felt him shake in fear, his face was pale and his eyes darted from the corners of the room as if searching for something.
"It-it-," he managed to stutter. Petunia pulled her husband back to the bed and sighed.
"It was just a dream honey," She said before turning off the light. Vernon closed his eyes and tried to follow his wife's example, but every time he shut them, he saw the vengeful eyes of the two young men, their wands pointing to his chest. Vernon shivered and lay on his side, only to feel a sudden pain fill his arm. Vernon lifted his arm to feel a warm substance creep down his arm. He screamed.
"That was hilarious, did you see his face!" Sirius laughed again imagining Dursley's frightened face when they turned their wands on him.
"Awesome!" Remus chuckled again; they entered the calm entranceway of the small Lupin cottage. It was five in the morning, the light not yet creeping into the windows of the rooms.
"Where have you been?'" a calm males voice said from the doorway to the kitchen. Sirius quickly flipped on the lights to see his godson, arms folded over his chest, his green eyes giving them the same look Lily had after they had pranked Snape in their seventh year (as a graduation 'present').
"What are you doing up?" He retorted trying to keep the conversation away from the where they had been.
"Yes Harry, you could damage your healing bones," Remus said, concerned about about not only where they had been and if they happened to relieve it to Harry, but also Harry's healing ribs and wrist. He had healed them the night before, telling Harry a couple days in bed and he would be good enough for school.
Remus led Harry to the couch, sat him down and went to go make tea when Harry's right arm shot out and captured his wrist. Remus looked back to Harry's deep and powerful green eyes.
"Tell me Moony where have you been," Harry said, his voice not asking but commanding. Sirius winced from the doorway. No one could resist the command of an Evans.
"Uh-uh I have been with Sirius," Remus said before recapturing his wrist and scampering his way into the kitchen.
"Coward," He whispered to his friend as he shot into the kitchen.
"Sirius!" Sirius turned his attention to his patient godson, who still had his arm crossed over his chest. Sirius could still see the bandages that held Harry's wrist in place as it healed.
"Well-we went to-," Harry sighed and shook his head, as he knew all along.
"You went to the Dursley didn't you?" Sirius blinked in surprise. How had his godson known, from the little words they had given him. Sirius slumped back in the armchair, avoiding his godson's stare.
"Yes," He muttered. The fire had died long ago, making the room cool.
"Why didn't you take me with you? I've been waiting for revenge since I was five!" Sirius head shot up to the now twinkling eyes of Harry Potter. Sirius smiled. This would be an interesting summer.
The month of August flew by, as Harry learned quickly never leave any of your food for a minute; it turns out Sirius will eats it without a doubt. Of course Harry had gotten him back easily by putting one of Fred and George's inventions in the food, so when Sirius transformed he would turn into a cocker spaniel with a stubby tail and pink sparkly bows in his hairs. Sirius hadn't blamed Harry but Remus, who had cooked the food.
It turned into prank chaos. However, it was a good way for Harry to get his pranking skill up to date. Either of them rarely pranked Harry after the fake stripper incident.
"Hello boys," purred a feminine voice near the fireplace. Remus and Sirius looked up from their game of chess to see a curvy blonde-haired woman in a small dress standing near the fireplace leaning on it with a seductive look on her face. Sirius blinked owlishly as Remus gaped, his mouth open his eyes almost out of his eye sockets.
She moved next to them with cat-like grace and sat on Sirius lap, almost purring. Sirius sat surprised. Then she smiled and sat next to Remus and touched his check, moving her nail down his check.
"What are you staring at?" Harry stood at the door way, watching Moony and Sirius stroke thin air.
Blinking both Remus and Sirius looked around for the pretty women to find none. Then it clicked, it had been one of Harry's pranks, a very real like prank. From that day on, they knew not to prank Harry. He was dangerous.
Harry sighed and stored the rest of his schoolbooks in his multi compartment trunk (a gift from the elves after he was ignition into the Fate position.) It was the final week 'till school started and he had no idea when the founder's puzzle would begin. Harry smiled; he remembered when the founders had fist explained what it was.
Row shook her head and traveled to the DADA classroom, hoping Godric would be there. She needed to gather up the rest of her friends to explain what the 'founder's puzzle' was.
"Godric," She called out, hoping he would be in his office-devising lesson plans for his next class.
"Yes Row?" Godric popped his head out of the door.
"We need to explain what the founder's puzzle is to Ethan," Row said. Godric nodded solemnly. He gathered up his cloak and locked his door.
"Where's Helga and Salazar," Godric asked as they traveled toward the dungeons.
"Dungeons," She said shortly. She and Godric made their way to Sal's office.
"So… where's the round table," joked Harry only to receive blank stairs. Harry held his hands up in his defense. He wondered why his lesson had been cut short today.
"We are here to talk about the founder' puzzle." Godric winced as if it hurt him to hear that word.
"Which is?" Harry asked the un- answered question that filled the air.
"It's a way for our heirs to be recognized. Our tomes will be buried here at Hogwarts where only our heirs can figure out or get to for that matter. However, it will 'come a tradition for the school to look for our tomes to find a riddle. We don't leave one however." Harry nodded. When he would get to the future, it would be his turn to look for his ancestors.
"You mean people will be looking for your graves?" Harry said, hoping his year had just missed it.
"Yeah, every time a headmaster suspects a heir." Row smiled at Ethan. Then walked out and the other founders following her, to only to leave Harry to his worried thoughts.
Later that day, Harry sat in the living room flipping through books on protection charms (the one he had read almost 20 years ago) when Sirius came in, rubbing his stomach.
"I am starving!" Sirius said, trying to distract his godson from his book.
"Well make something," Harry said, not looking up, trying to figure out a ward that would protect his friends for incoming dangers.
"Remus has a furry problem tonight and I can't cook," Sirius almost whined.
"Why aren't you with Remus?" Harry asked, finally looking up.
"Well-uh I didn't want to leave you alone," Sirius said.
"Go I know how to take care of myself!" Harry shoved Sirius toward the staircase. Sirius took a wary glance at Harry before entering Remus's room.
Harry quickly made his food (a baked potato with chicken and vegetables) and sat down to an evening of peace. Or not.
'My lord we have a slight problem,' Lady Fate said, her voice almost startling Harry.
'What's wrong?' Harry asked, putting down his fork.
'Well the mages have ignited a new leader, Lord Safar, who is a little… tough on our ways. What should we do? Give him a punishment or let it go 'cause he can easily get his butt kicked you but-,' Lady Fate rambled.
No. Just send him the letter that is left on my desk. He will quiet down after that.' Harry said, glad he had thought of that before.
'Thanks my Lord, goodnight,' Lady Fate said, before cutting off the connection to Harry's mind.
"Finally!" Harry said, finishing his dinner and then cleaning up. He made his way to the couch and opened his book.
Lord Safar opened the letter from Lord Fate, scowling at the thought of what he wanted. This was his kingdom; he would not be ruled by some immortal.
Dear Lord Safar,
All I have to say is Redrum. Learn your place or suffer the consequences.
Lord Fate
Lord Safar shook his head in question and saw their was more to the envelope. Opening it more, he saw photos of him drinking at the bar his wife had pacifically told him to stay away from. On the back there was a note.
There are more of these if you know what I mean.
L. Fate
Lord Safar paled and decided to never mess with Lord Fate ever again. He could deal with a few Fates but his wife he was not so sure about.
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