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Sorry about the long break, been busy but I'm finally done! Yay summers here! This chapter is longer to make up for the absence.) Anyway, well yeah this isn't the smartest thing Harry has done and its not original… yet. Give him a break, he was in grief. I have some large plans that will have you begging for more but that's when everything really separates from canon and it's a while off)… sorry it just works that way. Once again, now I am questioning whether I want a pairing, right now he's only 10 so I have time and I'll leave the options open. Story time!
Disclaimer: I shall use a time turner and make summer last a billion years! Muahahaha, then again I don't own a time turner, just like I don't own Harry Potter.
HARRY POTTER
Fall flew by rather quickly, Harry was at the Weasley's a lot of the time. Some times they played Quidditch, others they just hung around with each other. While he was at home, he submersed himself in books where no one could find him for hours on end. Sirius noticed that Harry disappeared a lot, only coming out during meal time. Harry's godfather wasn't stupid, he had been at Godric's Hollow enough to know that the place was larger than it seemed, a lot larger. He actually knew where some of the hidden rooms were but he could not access them without a Potter's permission. Although Harry didn't know it, Sirius himself disappeared often, to where? Only Sirius knew.
When Harry had gotten into a routine, he stuck to it, no matter what the weather, and today it was snowing. It was the first snow of the season. A gentle snow fell, blanketing the world in white. As Harry stepped into its path, he felt the snow melt as it touched his skin. A shiver was sent through his whole body, his black hair slowly became covered in white. He picked up his foot and began to jog; it was a day just like this when he, Ron, Hermione and Ginny all had their final day without fighting. The cold air burned his throat as he slowed down and paused, leaning against a magnificent tree. The tears came before he knew it, and they slowly fell to the ground as frozen crystals. It had felt like so long ago, but that much time had yet to pass. His vision blurred as his thoughts became lost, lost to a world that no longer existed and one he hoped never will.
Flash back
The snow had been falling gently, still crisp and untouched upon the earth. Fate had given them a short break, yes it was only a break because they all knew the peace was not going to last much longer. People held their breath waiting and planning for the death eaters to strike. The wizard world had become empty, many had left in search of new homes, and others had already given the ultimate sacrifice.
They were still standing, their blood still ran through their veins and their hearts still beat. The golden trio and Ginny were the strongest of their age; it was no surprise when they were instantly sent to the front lines the moment they graduated. Harry picked up the snow and gently patted it before he threw it at Ginny,
"Hey!" Ginny exclaimed as she rubbed her head. Harry merely smiled to his beloved before quickly and silently conjuring up one behind her. WHACK, now it hit her in the back. "Harry James Potter, you cease that this instant!" Ron and Hermione merely giggled and glanced at each other before their hands twined themselves together. Ron, unknown to the girls, had been trying to find the right way to propose to Hermione. He had been spending most of the previous nights in Harry's room muttering phrases under his breath; the small diamond ring was bought two months ago.
"Come on Ginny, relax," another snowball hit her in the head.
"Bloody Harry Potter and his bloody wandless abilities," she growled as she bent over and picked up a snowball. She finally threw the snowball and Harry ducked lazily as he pointed and laughed.
"You dare laugh Potter?" Her wand was now drawn, a flick of the wand caused the snow to make itself into snowballs. Harry paused looking curious for a moment but quickly regretted it as a swish and flick later, he was pelted with snowballs.
Five minutes and some curse words later, Harry's hands branched up in defeat as the other couple laughed at the immaturity of the two. "Temper, temper, temper!" mocked Harry as the walk resumed but it seemed Ginny chose to ignore the comment. Her arms rapped around Harry and she drew him close, her head resting on his shoulder, "I love being together like this." The trio nodded in solemn agreement as the snow continued to fall, covering their foot prints one by one. "This can all be taken away at the blink of an eye," whispered Hermione. "Don't think about that, love," said Ron as he kissed her head.
"Yeah, we can't let it bother us yet," added Harry, "We should soak in the moment because…one of us might not be here next time."
No one gasped; the wind just blew past them as though confirming what they all thought. It was a reality; death was at everyone's doorstep now. Voldemort swept in like the wind, sometimes only leaving a mark and a body in his wake.
"I agree with Harry," replied Ginny breaking the silence. "Promise me and each other, that we'll always be friends." In her eyes danced a sadness that Harry could not place, it was one of confidence but also of fear. There was another pause,
"Friends…" began Hermione uncertainly,
"To…" Ron said as he smiled warmly at her.
"The…"
"End," finished Harry as they all looked at each other, savouring everything they knew and saw. They had never thought about being separated, but then again, neither did the marauders. James died at such a young age, Sirius wasted away in Azkaban, Remus rejected by most of society and Peter, a traitor. Harry's eyes drifted to the grey, cloudy sky; at least they were together once again, in death.
"And death is not the end," whispered Harry as the snow and wind caressed their cold skin.
Three days later, the fights began.
End Flashback
His hands wiped away the tears, 'no more lingering on the previous future.' His could feel his eyes, they were puffy and undoubtedly red. A raven flew by, Harry watched the creature as it let out a single 'caw'. A very moving, a very lonely and saddening caw that seemed to echo beyond the horizon. Harry stared as it landed on the tree before him, was he like that majestic creature? A creature that was able to express so much in one single call? It ruffled its feathers as the snow piled on its wings, Harry felt a connection, was it his inner raven speaking out?
"Is there something you need tell me?" the bird stared at him with beady black eyes. Harry sighed as he turned to run back but a faint voice caught his ear.
"Nevermore, nevermore, nevermore." He spun to face the bird again but it was gone. A figment of his imagination? No. That much he was positive. Some one had sent him the bird, possibly telling him changing everything was impossible. Was he destined to live the life he had already lived? 'Only time will tell.'
HARRY POTTER
A flick of the wrist and he was freed, for a few moments, but that was all he needed. A voice kept talking, his breath was slow and deep, trying to soothe the pain from the crucio cast moments ago.
"No Potter, they're all dead, just like you'll be," a cruel high voice told him.
"NO YOU LIE," screamed Harry as he lunged forward only to be kept back by chains. "Why would I lie? What reason do I have to lie, you're already wasting away right here." The cell was only about 2 meters by 2 meters, no window to let him know the time, or have any light. The great Harry Potter was wasting away in front of Voldemort.
"You lie," his voice was less certain now, his head hung low, shadows cast upon his gaunt face.
"Only ask for it Harry, and death shall come," he said, his fingers raising the lowered head and staring into the eyes of his enemy.
Harry remained silent as he refused to give Voldemort any power over him, the clammy hands retreated. "So be it," said the monster as it swept out of the room without another word, the only indication that he left was a slamming of the door. Harry's head raised a little bit as he muttered, "I'll never ask for death so long as there is someone still hoping and wishing for me to help them."
HARRY POTTER
Harry woke up drenched in sweat, his jaw ached from yelling in silence, the pain felt so real, he felt like his limbs were being torn apart, like his heart was being cut out of his chest.
"Just a dream, it never happened," it was one of the tamer ones but none the less, there were still so many memories connected to each dream. But there was one thing that irked him, a small voice that kept telling him, "It hasn't happened Harry, but it will, it hasn't happen… yet. They'll all be dead and it will be your fault."
"No not ever, never again," he whispered back. "Never say never," it whispered as it vanished, but Harry knew doubt was waiting for the next dream to resurface.
At 7am, Harry got up after laying in bed for several hours. He ran like a 10 year old and jumped onto Sirius' bed before yelling, "Get up Sirius, come on! GET UP." A ball under the covers seemed to stirred and emitted a groan, "Go back to sleep Potter." Harry smiled, "Come on Sirius, I wanna go! Please? PLEASE?" Harry grabbed the blanket in his hand and pulled as he jumped and ran. The burgundy covers went flying through the air as Sirius came tumbling out of the large bed. "You brat," in a flash Sirius was chasing Harry around the large house, turning sharp corners and jumping over furniture. The hunt only came to an end when Sirius ran into one of the many walls of Godric's Hollow. "Breakfast time!" yelled Harry as he grabbed the arm of his groaning Godfather and yanked him into the kitchen, seating him in front of an empty bowl. The rest of the morning was uneventful; Harry just smiled sweetly every time Sirius glared at him. Finally they were standing in front of the floo, 'Took long enough,' muttered Harry as he grabbed a handful of the powder and threw it down.
HARRY POTTER
There was the great Diagon Alley, still standing in all its glory. Over the years the many battles had taken its toll on the place, it had become practically abandoned. The occasional person was seen hustling by but before you could even ask a question, they were gone. Some stores were in ruins after just one night, owners gone along with all the merchandise, the last time Harry saw it, there were two or three stores remaining.
They travelled down the busy street, receiving glances in the large crowd. Harry sighed in wonder as Sirius latched his hand on his shoulder, "Harry be careful, I don't want to lose you." Some whispers could be heard as they weaved in and out of the bigger groups. "Look it's Sirius Black, I don't think Harry Potter should be with him, after all they say he is a criminal master mind and made sure to fix everything." "I heard he paid people off and they put a person under the polyjuice potion to take his place."
"Ignore them, Harry," Sirius whispered into his ear as though he read was he was thinking. "Anyway, what would you like for Christmas?" Harry smiled, typical Sirius to always change the topic to something lighter. They took a quick seat on one of the many benches, "Nothing." The look on Sirius' face was priceless. "What? Nothing you say? But how is that possible?" "I got you and that's enough." "I was a late birthday present," he said as his eyes were staring at the Quidditch supply store only feet away. There were boys crowed around the window, much like the time Harry saw the Nimbus 2000 being placed in that exact spot.
"How about that new broom, 'the Lightning Bolt', at least I think it was called that," Harry laughed at the pensive expression he was giving now, the sign was clearly in flashing lights right across from their seats. "Can we go to Ollivanders?" asked Harry but he already knew the answer.
"Why would you want to go there before you have to? Come on now, into the Quidditch store." Harry frowned, looks like he was going to have to ditch Sirius but he wasn't going to make it easy. Sirius dragged Harry into the store, literally. At any other time, Harry was not one to object to visiting a store about one of his favourite past times, but lately it had taken the back seat to all the priorities he had to deal with a.k.a Voldemort. Harry quickly got his godfather involved in a lively conversation about brooms before sneaking off and entering the filled streets of Diagon Alley once again. The guilt settled in quickly as he rushed through the streets covering his face hoping the no one would notice he was alone, especially Sirius. It was minutes before he finally saw the darker building; it appeared as though it was run down, an illusion of a blanket of dust covering it. Harry knew very well that everything was kept clean inside, except for the odd wands somewhere in the back. Harry stood before the door for a moment before entering, there was no business this time of year since the next year of students wouldn't be turning 11 until the months following Christmas. Many families left the wand shopping when they went school shopping, unless you were a pure blood fanatic and made sure your kid learned all dark spells before the age of 11.
"Mister Potter," came the eerie voice from far behind, "I did not expect to see you for quite some time still."
"I'm not here on the matter of discussing my wand, Mr. Ollivander, but rather a more private one. May I suggest we move to where wandering eyes can not see us?" The elder man raised an eye brow before studying him from head to toe. "There is only one other matter I deal with…" he muttered under his breath before motioning for Harry to following him into his lair. He walked over to a large, chestnut chest with several locks on it; both seemed to have gathered quite some dust.
"May I see your wrist Mr Potter," Harry extended his right hand and let the bracelet materialize. "Ah, good, you have one, oh, one from Andrei Terisov, very good quality, he doesn't sell anything to just anyone does he?" The one thing Harry liked about Zephyr Ollivander was that he rarely asked questions, if he did, they were not ones that he expected an answer for, other than the usual ones. After several moments there was a light click and Harry watched as the chest opened, "The last time I had opened this chest was back in 1693, we were checking if a boy had the gift, but we were rather disappointed in the end." The comment made Harry wonder how old the man was, or if Ollivander was his real surname, the only man that Harry knew that had lived that long was Nicholas Flamel. None the less, Harry knew if Zephyr was polite enough to not pry into stories where he was not concerned, Harry was to show the same courtesy.
Harry looked into the large chest, it was just as he saw it before, there were rows upon rows of stones sitting in small purple cushions, all which were now gleaming. "I'm sure that you know, Mr. Potter, the stone chooses the wizard just as the wand does." He stepped aside and let Harry look through the box.
"If there are any magical gifts you possess, the lower levels should be more… suitable," he murmured as he watched Harry scroll down. There were at least several hundred layers which Harry quickly dismissed as they returned to the chest. The first stone that caught his eye was a dark Green one which shone a purple in the light, he removed his present stone and placed it into an empty slot oh the shelf before trying out the new one.
"Nope," sighed Harry as he quickly placed it back, the last time he did this, it took him an hour. 'Why does it take so bloody long for me?' he thought as he picked up a half metallic blue and half silver, but yet again it proved to be fruitless.
"Tough customer," muttered Ollivander from his current location. After the sixth or so stone, the wand maker lent his help. It was as if it was magic because the first stone the man picked was perfect. It appeared black which puzzled Harry, he popped it into its place on the bracelet and immediately felt the response.
"Thank you," he muttered to the elder man.
"You must remember Harry, sight isn't the only sense you should rely on when selecting your stone. Appearances can be deceiving." Harry glanced down and watched as a swirl of colour moved through the stone lazily but white and black shades seemed to be fighting for dominance.
"Shades of Grey, Mr Potter, choose carefully." With that he vanished, Harry knew he didn't expect payment because the fact that he chose to come to Ollivander for the stones was enough of a payment for the wand maker.
"Shades of Grey?" asked Harry but he knew it was too late, he merely shook his head and ran back to the quidditch store, this had taken him long enough.
"HOW COULD YOU WANDER OFF LIKE THAT? I WAS AFRAID SOMEONE TOOK YOU!" Sirius found him. Crap. "I got bored," he muttered, "Bored? IN A QUIDDITCH STORE? What have you done to James' son? TELL ME!" Harry stuttered as he felt the tight grip Sirius held on him, 'I guess Azkaban hasn't worn off yet,' he thought. "I…it… was too long." He looked down and pretended to be ashamed, but what relieved him was the sigh that escaped Sirius' mouth. "Its ok squirt, just next time tell me you're getting bored, alright?" Sirius pushed his hair back with his hand, which was a way he kept himself calm. Harry hadn't really noticed before but his Godfather was rather handsome once you got past the still gaunt look. "Come on Harry, some more stops before we head home. Especially the haircutters', looks like we both need one…" he said as he ruffled Harry's head affectionately. "I finally decided what to get you," he beamed, "An owl!" It was so practical Harry was almost scared; they headed to 'Eeylops Owl Emporium,' Diagon Alley's best place to get an owl. Harry didn't even have to think about it as he grabbed Hedwig from the rows of owls, she hooted in annoyance as he practically dropped her. He had a tendency to forget he was a 10 year old, the cage was pretty heavy. "Her, I want her," he said like any other preteen. "Suit yourself, but I would personally take the rather cool looking eagle over there."
"No thanks," Harry said instantly remembering that Draco Malfoy had an eagle owl, 'Right, I have to be civil to him this time,' he thought as he made a mental note…'civil.' That was going to be hard.
After a trip to the bookstore, the hair cutters and Madam Malkin's, it was time to head back. During the busy day, Harry did manage to buy Sirius' book after wandering off again to get money. Sirius had gotten a rather large amount of compensation money, he made withdrawal using his direct money bag which instantly allowed him to access his account (all provided by the ministry, of course.)
"Come on Harry, we're done," Sirius said as he winked at another passing witch. Harry rolled his eyes before muttering, "Finally," and he headed off to the floo network.
HARRY POTTER
Harry woke up Christmas morning to the smell of eggs and bacon, the sun was shining brightly in his room as he ran down stairs. "Mrnig Hry," came from Sirius' mouth, it was currently stuffed with toast. "Happy Christmas Sirius."
"And to you Squirt!" he said after swallowing a large piece of bacon.
"Mmm, Breakfast smells good," Harry said as he pulled up a chair. It was truly a blessing when Sirius cooked because other than that, you had to make your own. His godfather turned and stared at him in disbelief, "What?" asked Harry. "You're a kid, the presents, remember?" Sirius said as he knocked on Harry's head like an empty coconut. Harry scowled, "But I'm hungry!"
"Never mind that! To the tree!" he said as he picked Harry up and carried him to the living room. There, in the center, was probably the most magnificent tree Harry had ever seen. It was glittering red and gold, its height and width was a good 2 metres each way. "Wow." "Don't thank me kiddo, thank your parents," Sirius said as he stared at the tree dropping Harry gently. Sirius walked over and picked off one ornament which he gave to Harry. "Here, it was your first Christmas." It was a snitch which he handed to Harry, "open it." Harry gently pulled the ornament apart to see a picture. It was him, his mother and his father on their last Christmas together. They were all smiling, he was giggling as he looked up at his dad.
"Th…thanks." The room fell into a silence as both reminisced; Harry's eyes were on the picture in his hands while Sirius' were on the golden tree. "You know, your dad hated putting the tree up every year, so he placed a spell on the house that would bring a new tree and decorate it on the 24th of December." Sirius laughed. "Your mother was furious; she loved the tradition because it was something she shared with her family. So, come on! Let's open presents!"
Harry ripped apart his presents as Sirius did too. The brand new Lightning bolt lay on the ground as Sirius looked at his book and chuckled, "'1001 pranks your should have pulled while you were in school,' just what I wanted."
"Maybe you should offer some tips to the twins, I heard that they were on track to becoming the next Marauders!"
"Really? Molly did say something but I never…"
"Oh, come one Sirius, don't tell me you didn't hear them talk about all the plans they had!" Harry said pretending to be outraged as he stood up with new broom in hand.
"Never mind that, come on, I want to see Prongslet on his broom and then maybe I can use it." Harry watched as Sirius eyed the broom, "I wasn't as good as your father but I could always give him a run for his money."
"Shouldn't we get dressed first Sirius?"
"Who's going to see us?"
"I'm going to change," said Harry with a small smile on his face.
"Fine," grumbled Sirius as he went upstairs too. Harry entered the first room on the left of the left hallway, he made Sirius paint it a light green which almost made him faint at the time.
"Light green? LIGHT GREEN? GREEN belongs to SLYTHERINS!"
"Red is too harsh," muttered Harry, "And I don't want gold." Harry watched as his Godfather's mouth closed.
"Can't you pick something like blue or yellow? A non-Slytherin colour?"
"I don't like yellow and the spare bedroom is blue, I want something different."
"Fine," grumbled Sirius, "but don't come crying to me when you get bored of green."
Harry quickly changed into something warm, some black sweatpants and a red sweatshirt on top of his simple, white t-shirt. He took some gloves that Sirius gave him before and threw on his winter robes.
Sirius hovered over Harry like he was a 2 year old. He guided every movement and told him when to stop, to go, turn left or right. Any other first time flyer would appreciate the enthusiasm that Padfoot expressed trying to help but Harry was just getting annoyed. After letting Sirius 'teach' him some stuff, he just decided to launch away.
"Harry, get down here this instant!" Harry just smiled and waved from the clouds. It felt good to be on a broom again, "Harry! I don't want to do this but if you don't get down here now I'm going to ground you! Literally! No flying for a week!" It seemed he had no choice as he slowly glided back to the ground.
HARRY POTTER
After several hours, Sirius came into Harry's room, "Ready kiddo?"
"For what?" he asked as he bit into some candy.
"We're going to the Weasley's for dinner, I told you right?"
"What? We're going to the Burrow?" The puzzled, clueless expression seemed to tell Sirius he forgot to inform his God son, "Oops," He rubbed the back of his neck and smiled sheepishly, "You have some robes, just change into those!"
"But… I don't have presents for them!"
"You're 10, no one expects presents from a 10 year old."
"But… I …"
"Come on get dressed already! We have to be there in 15 minutes." Padfoot yelled as he stood at the door before turning and leaving.
"Sirius, wait!" his head appeared in the door way.
"Who else is going to be there?" Harry knew the Weasley's had a large family but they always seemed to invite others no matter who they were.
"I think Molly mentioned something about teachers…" Hogwart's teachers? Weren't there students staying behind? "George said something about no students… or was it Fred, I don't remember but Molly invited everyone, only some are coming because others had plans." Sirius waved his hand in a passive motion before retreating downstairs, all Harry heard was: "Something like that."
HARRY POTTER
Harry found himself in the floo again, and once again he tumbled out. That only seemed to happen at the Weasley's connection. He stood up straight grumbling as he dusted himself off, Sirius came out of the green fire only moments after.
It wasn't until actual dinner did Harry see who was there: the Weasley family minus Charlie and Bill, the four heads of House and Dumbledore himself.
"Ah, Sirius and Harry! So good to see you again! Come in, take a seat!" cried Mrs. Weasley as she peered into the living room from the kitchen.
"We're already in, how much more in can you get?" growled Harry which made Sirius shoot him a rather unpleasant look.
The house looked like it normally did, the tree, some mistletoe and some wreaths here and there were really the only thing that told anyone that it was Christmas. Harry also took note that the Weasley's tree was much more plain than the one at Godric's Hollow. After taking off his shoes, he took a seat by the very fire place he had just entered. There wasn't much to do since no one would want help from a 10 year old and from where he sat, the kitchen looked quite full as it was. Ron and Ginny came flying down the creaky stairs after about half an hour of peace. Not that Harry didn't like them, they were a bit… loud.
'I don't remember being this rambunctious at their age,' he said eying the two youngest Weasleys. Before he knew it they were both shifting uncomfortably under his gaze.
"Hey Harry," said Ron causing Harry to blink as he registered what was happening.
"Oh hey," he replied calmly before starting a conversation about how much snow they had.
Except for the occasional outburst from the kitchen, the evening was calm and finally, at sunset, everyone was seated at the rather large dining table digging in. Polite conversation was travelling around the table but one Harry could not ignore was Sirius gloating,
"A Natural that boy, he didn't want to come down! Minerva, if you get him in your house, put him on the team, you won't be sorry." Harry felt the blush slowly creep up his face as he played with his mash potatoes, he looked up to see Sirius drain another glass of Fire Whiskey, oh boy, this was going to be a long night.
"Well if he does, we'll have a better chance at beating those Slytherins," McGonagall threw one of the glares she as known for at the Slytherin head of House.
"Well, I'm sorry your house can't seem to get any competent players," some of the table snickered at Severus' comment but was quickly silenced as Minerva stared everyone down. Harry chuckled at the two teachers, it seemed like nothing would change. His eyes fell on all the magnificent food on the table but he just wasn't hungry. There was something nagging him, his gut was telling him so and it was never wrong. Harry learned from experience, he used to have a scar to prove it to. He picked at his turkey which was beginning to get cold, occasionally he took a bite but it wasn't really tasty, the cold just took away most of the flavour.
"Vy rnt u yekig?" Ron said through a full mouth of food.
"Sorry?" Harry watched as Ron swallowed everything in one gulp.
"Why. Aren't. You." Here he pointed a finger at his plate. "Eating?" A shrug was the only response he got. The red head didn't seem to mind and returned to his freshly loaded plate. Harry on the other hand was troubled, his eyes were now focused outside where he saw a pale aura approaching the burrow, and it wasn't small either. 'Some kind of enchanted object?' Harry thought as he squinted, indeed there was something coming and it wasn't human or magical being. It was only moments before Harry realized what it was, 'FUCK',"EVERYONE DUCK! NOW," the out burst came suddenly as he launched himself from his seat, everyone look at him puzzled for a moment. But then less then a second later, a window shattered and all it seemed that everyone saw was the blood that dripped off Harry's hand. The whole room paled as they saw what caused Harry's out burst, a large spear about 5 feet (1.5 metres-ish) in length now rested in his right hand, only a small distance away from the deputy Headmistress' head. A large open wound on Harry's palm caused panic, but Harry didn't know why, he wasn't crying, he had lost much more blood many times before.
"Everyone calm down," Harry and Albus both said at the same time before glancing at each other. Harry turned his attention to the spear which bore a note, some of it was drenched in his blood now but he quickly ripped it off and handed it to its intended receiver.
"Professor McGonagall, I believe this is yours."
Teehee, cliffe, camp for the next two weeks, no access to a computer what so ever, once again apologize for the long delay. Hopefully I'll up date soon. and sirius seems a little OOC, this is just the way i pictured him in times of peace: forgetful and kind of fun, he'll remember the important details but forget the small ones. We never really saw a free Sirius so this is just my version of him.
Taa taa for now
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