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Chapter eight: First job
Harry gripped Sirius's lifeless body, his eyes filling with tears. He didn't care for anyone else staring at him, all he felt was pain, anguish and a horrible pain that was gathering in his heart.
"Why," He whispered," Why did you have to take Sirius from me?" Harry sobbed. He clutched his godfather, his dad to his chest.
"My Lord," a genitive voice asked from behind him. Harry turned his hardened emerald eyes upon Lady Fate.
"Why'd you take him from me?" He asked, his face showing his anguish. "Why did you take something from me that I can't get back?"
"He'll be there at the Fate's castle."
"But he won't be here, I won't be able to hug him, hear him laugh, feel his love? Why did you take him away from me? I could have prevented this!" His emotion showed as his magic cackled loudly in the air.
"I-I," Lady Fate said, taken back. She knew he met a lot to him but…
"No," Harry said, "This is something you can't fix, because you caused it." Harry swept out of the room; Sirius's body levitating after him, his white robes billowing after him.
Harry woke up panting, his shirt sticking to his chest, damp from sweat.
"It's just a dream," he reassured himself, hoping his seer powers hadn't kicked in.
Rolling over and looking at the clock, he groaned and muttered in Elvin, "Stupid training habit!" He got up and made his way to the bathroom, his feet freezing under the cold tiles.
The torches, currently put, made it hard to see, so when Harry crashed into the door of the bathroom, he cursed loudly in parseltounge- a habit he got from Sal- and glared at the torches, which flared with fire. He then grinned.
"Yes," He muttered, stripping his clothes and activating the water. "I have my elemental powers back!"
The hot water poured down his back, making Harry moan in content. There was nothing better than hot water after a bad dream… chocolate works though.
Harry grabbed his pant and got dressed quickly, but frowned realizing he had not grabbed a shirt. Instead of conjuring one, he opened his trunk and searched for one of his Hogwarts shirts.
'Training shirt, hey there's my Fate robes- I really should put them somewhere safer- Ah here is a shirt.' Harry thought, grabbing the shirt and straightening up. However, he looked over his shoulder to see his back, the crisscross scars on his back a painful reminder of what happened almost 20 years ago.
"I miss you Dad," he murmured buttoning the shirt up and grabbing a book from his bedside table. An illusion was on the book to make it look like a Quidditch book however, it was a book Salazar had written before he- Ethan- had arrived.
Harry leaned against the couch in the common room, feeling at peace since he had left Lupin manor; however, Sirius was not as peaceful as Harry was now.
I raced into the smallest room of private drive, panting and wincing as my leg gave another flare of pain. I glanced around, only to find it bare of life; but my senses picked up blood- recent blood.
I raced down the deserted house stairs and flung open the cupboard- something Harry had told me about when he was telling me about his childhood.
Harry lay there mangled, his arm twisted into a painful position. Bruises littered over his arm, finger marks on his neck. His back was bloody and caked with blood, new and old. The stench of pain and misery filled my senses. I gagged and bit back a sob at the sight of my godson.
"NO Harry," I moaned kneeling next to my godson's limp form. "Please don't be dead! I love you too much don't leave me!" I sobbed as I touched him cold flesh. I knew he was dead but that did not hold back the crazy thoughts of him anytime waking up and smiling that beautiful smile at me and saying he was 'fine.'
I glanced around the cupboard, found a journal- the one James had given Harry, and opened it to the last page. I gasped and blinked back tears as I realized his last entry had been just hours before.
6-22-95
Hello this is me, Harold James Potter, my last will and testament. Yes this means I am dead… dead. Wow that feels weird to right. Now, no matter how I died, either it was from my uncle or Voldemort it is NOT anyone's fault. Now get that through your thick skulls.
I, Harry James Potter, being in sound and mind- enough Sirius I kn0ow I wasn't always- will distribute my collections to the following-
Sirius, I know right now you may be thinking it's your fault that you didn't get there or that you were to late but like I said, IT IS NOT YOUR FAULT!!! I love you, no matter how I died, I will always be right there with you, guiding you through whatever you face. Trust me, I know that sounds corny but I love you and I want you to know that-
The entry stopped there, his handwriting had wavered for the first paragraph but this one had been solid till the end. I sobbed and held his body to my chest, wishing that the cruel Fate hadn't taken my baby away from me.
"NO, not Harry," I sobbed.
"Sirius Wake up!"
Sirius woke with a start, looking around his room in Lupin cottage, his eyes wide, his face drenched with sweat.
"No, not Harry," Sirius moaned, not realizing it was a dream; Remus Lupin placed a hand on his friends shoulder.
"It's just a dream Siri," he whispered.
"No," Sirius said, flying out of the bed, startling Remus. "I have to see Harry." Remus blinked and ran after his friend.
"He's at school and its four in the morning, it's not likely he's awake, remember Prongs at his age?" Remus tried to joke but it wasn't working Sirius was more distressed than ever. He was panicky searching for the floo powder.
"Gryffindor Tower, Hogwarts!" He yelled before stepping though. Sirius looked around wildly, before finding Harry sitting in front of the couch, his face shown with happiness. But before Harry could say anything, Sirius ran over and engulfed Harry in a hug. Sirius kissed the top of his head, running a hand through his godson's hair.
"You're alive," he whispered, happy to see his godson, alive.
Harry, who had been momentarily stunned, pulled back from the hug and flashed his godfather a wide grin.
"If course I am alive," Harry said, but his smile faded. "Did something happen?"
Sirius took a breath before sitting down next to Harry, telling his tale. Harry nodded and let Sirius speak.
"It's alright Sirius," Harry said. "I worry about you too. I will never go out that way!" Harry laughed softly.
"O-Okay," Sirius muttered, now embarrassed as he looked over the reckless thing he had done. What if someone had been in here beside Harry? He could have been caught all over a stupid dream.
Harry yawned and leaned against his godfather's shoulder. His eyes felt heavy. Sirius smiled and transformed into Padfoot before settling on his godson's stomach as Harry lay down to get some sleep.
"Hello My lord," Harry whipped around, only to meet the eyes of Lady Fate.
"Hey Milady," Harry said smiling. She handed him a paper, before sitting down on the crescent shaped stonewall next to Harry.
First Job
Universe 34
Harry raised an eyebrow at Lady Fate before thinking of what universe this was. A file came up in his mind.
1981-Harry Potter dead at age one and three months- at the hands of Lord Voldemort. Lily and James Potter devastated.
1985- Potter girl born, named Roxanne.
1988- Another daughter born to Potter's. Alexandra Potter.
1991- Last Potter child born- Girl. Names Rose Potter.
1994- James Potter named top Auror; Lily Potter becomes a healer at St. Mugnos.
Roxanne Potter- Red hair, blue eyes, resembles both mother and father. Spoiled, is thought to be the one with the power… Age 10
Alexandra Potter- Brown hair and blues eyes, follows Roxanne everywhere; Age 7
Rose Potter- Red hair, hazel eyes. Sweet, intelligent, has a knack for getting into trouble. Age 5.
James Potter- Age 38, top Auror; devastated over lose of only son, Harry Potter, wife is Lily Potter.
Lily Potter- Wife to James Potter, healer at St. Mugnos. Never got over loss of son… Age 38
Harry sighed and turned his eyes to Lady Fate.
"When do I leave? And why?" Harry asked with a frown.
"Well My Lord," Lady Fate said, "you will be protecting your family from your Voldemort, who has somehow managed to get to that universe. This being you first job, I arranged for an middle aged shop keeper to need help with his Quidditch shop. He has two flats above his shop, which the top one he will let you stay in if you work for him.
"Your name is Griffin Riley, who has lost his parents to Voldemort in the 80's. You have lived at your old American school before it got attacked, leaving you to move back to Britain. You can choose what you look like, I will first be sending us back to the Fate's castle, so prepare for it."
Hermione and Ron snuck up in their sleeping friend before saying a mental count down. Ron held the bucket of water, Hermione her wand.
"1…"
"2…" Lady Fate said, drawling out the two. Harry narrowed his eyes. What was going on here?
"3.." Hermione and Ron, both grabbed their friend, but instead of him waking up, they felt a jerk, the familiar feeling of traveling of a portkey washing over them.
Harry landed with an ungraceful thump on the ground of the entrance hall, he turned his eyes to meet… Hermione's.
"What is going on here?" Harry asked turning to Lady Fate.
"Well," Lady Fate said awkwardly, "I thought you would need some help with your first job so I made sure they would come and try to wake you before you left…"
"Left for what?" Hermione shrieked, looking around in shock. Ron just rubbed his head and looked around surprised.
Harry sighed and got up before leading them to the all to familiar room where he had first met Lady Fate.
"I time traveled," Harry said, his back to his friend, his eyes gleaming in the fire light. "A few months ago actually. I – Ethan Riddle- had to save my father from dieing. Voldemort from our time had gone to kill my father before he had me. Of course, you know that you cannot timetravel for more than five years without permission of the Fates, which I got. That left me in debt to the Fates, which I am repaying now."
Hermione blinked and played her friend's words over in his head. It all made sense but why now and what if it took up more time.
"A year at universe 34 will only be ten minutes of our time," Harry said as if he were reading her thoughts.
Any questions Ron?" Harry asked his silent friend.
"Why do we have to go?" Ron asked rudely. Hermione elbowed him but Harry laughed.
"Because I'm guessing Lady Fate decided that I needed help on my first job and she thought you two will be perfect."
Harry, now in the disguise of Griffin Riley, stood at the entrance hall of the Fates castle, his best friends, Hermione Granger, or also known as Emily Jackson and Ronald Weasley, or also known as Josh Sizemore.
Hermione had blonde hair (which Ron and Harry had laughed at) and light green eyes.
Harry had sandy brown hair with deep blue eyes. Harry smiled softly and turned to Ron, who had black hair and brown eyes.
"Ready M- Harry," She almost called him My Lord but was glad she caught it. That would ruin a lot of background story.
"Yeah," Harry breathed before grabbing his friends hands and letting Lady Fate's magic wrap round the trio before they disappeared with a flash of silver light
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Happy thanksgiving! I would like to thanks all my reviewers and my best friend, who helped me with this chapter! Thanks Padfoot!
Bookworm622