In Ten Minutes
"My Lord, I have the most pleasing news", a silky voice spoke in the darkness. There was a flash of Scarlet red eyes.
"What news do you have, Severus?" This voice was different, it was cold and distant. Nonchalant.
"James Potter is alive and he is with that brat".
The scarlet eyes flashed with malice.
"This news pleases me, Severus. You have done well".
Harry snapped awake, his eyes darting back and forth. His eyes landed on the arms stretched around him. He tensed, this man, this one person that Harry had never even had the chance to meet was already in danger. The figure stirred and Harry smiled at him, his father.
James Potter was a very handsome man; his hair was soft, messy like Harry's was. His nose was upturned, that of an aristocrat. He was tall, like Sirius maybe an inch or two shorter, lean and finely sculptured. His eyes were hazel and swirling with emotions. He looked much like Harry did. The only difference between Harryand his fatherwas the he had his mother's high cheekbones and pale skin. Under his messy mop of black hair, Harry looked washed out and frail, leaving him with an overall feminine look.
Harry fixed his eyes on his father as he stirred and finally opened a bleary eye on his son. His Baby.
"Harry, what's wrong?" He asked worriedly, though still half asleep, he was able to sound somewhat concered. Harry didn't know whether or not to tell him, but decided that if he didn't, he would ultimately regret it later.
"He knows", Harry affirmed. James crooked a confused eyebrow at him.
"He who?"
"Voldemort".
James looked like a hunted deer for a moment, and then shrugged his shoulders. Harry glared at him.
"Dad, do you not think this is serious?" Harry spat quietly.
"Yes, Harry I do, but there is nothing that I can do about it, and it would do you well, if you didn't worry about it either", James whispered his voice strict, and his eyes hard. The matter was sealed.
"THAT IS IT, I HAVE HAD IT!" Harry screeched at this godfather, who just stared at him.
"Oh, have you now?" Sirius ridiculed, backing Harry into a corner. This made Harry twitch, he didn't like corners.
"Yes, Sirius I have", Harry replied. Sirius caught Harry's eyes with his, and leaned down beside his ear.
"And what, my dear boy, are you going to do about it?" Sirius whispered, his was voice husky. Harry pushed Sirius away from him, sufficiently getting himself out of his corner. Harry glared at him, tears of anger and frustration coursed down his pale face. His small, slightly curvy figure shaking with unconcealed rage.
"Aaaaah, I'm sorry, did I make you cry?" That mocking baby voice, for some reason made his eyes dry up, and his shoulders to shake with rage.
"Aaaaah…did you love him, little baby Potter?"
The temperature seemed to rise a few degrees, magic crackled around Harry's body like electricity about to blow. It was like Harry had become a ticking time bomb. Sirius didn't seem to notice, he had gone to far, what the hell was wrong with him? Why was he being so nasty? It was like Harry brought out this rage inside of him that he had never known about.
"Should I get the Bab—" Sirius suddenly stooped when he gazed at Harry's eyes. The emeralds were sharp and icy; the edge around them was dangerous and angry, but laying somewhere in the back was the hurt and the betrayal that tore at Sirius' heartstrings.
Harry grew more and more angry as Sirius just stood there.
"You're an asshole!" Harry finally shouted. Sirius looked at him for a moment.
"Come on now, can't you think of something better to say than that?" Sirius mocked him.
"Fine, I hate you" Harry finally said. Something in Sirius seemed to snap. Sirius walked toward Harry and grabbed his upper arm, slamming Harry into a wall, Sirius loomed over him, eyes wild, and his lips set in a sneer. Harry stared at him, seemingly struck dumb.
And then, before either of them knew what was happening, hands started tearing at each other, lips exploring lips and necks, hands wondering, and harsh breathing as the tried to ravish each other. Sirius pushed Harry up against the wall, and Harry jumped, wrapping his legs around his godfather's waist.
Sirius pushed Harry's mouth open with his tongue, exploring the warmness in his mouth. Harry tasted like chocolate and butterbeer. Sirius jerked away from him, and Harry slid to the floor. Sneering at his Godson, Sirius stepped back.
"What about now, do you still hate me?" Harry didn't say anything, as Sirius walked away.
Ouch…Just…leave me alone right now.
Indeed, 'ouch' seemed to cover what Harry was feeling right now.
"Fred, you owe me ten galleons", Greg whispered to his twin, as they surveyed the scene in front of them.
"Yeah, but we owe Hermione a lot more…"
"You're right, but as long as she doesn't know, it doesn't apply to her".
A moment of silence…
"Okay, works for me".
"Good, now fork it over".
"Umm…well I don't exactly have ten galleons".
Harry wasn't quite sure how he ended in the backyard of Grimmauld Place. He wasn't completely sure where, or when he had acquired the whiskey bottle from. All he knew now was that all his answers were at the bottom of that bottle, and he was hell bent on finding them.
Each long gulp of the amber colored liquid seemed to erase the fact that he wasn't supposed to be out here. That his father would most likely blow a gasket, that he probably wouldn't ever be left alone again. Didn't matter that this was his second time that he was drowning his sorrows in whiskey.
Harry didn't care that Sirius had completely taken him by surprise, he didn't care that Sirius had completely broken him down into the mess that he was now. He didn't care that it was his Godfather that got him all hot and bothered, and brought out the absolute worst in him, and yet still managed to make him smile. He just didn't care.
The liquid sloshed around in the bottle, every time Harry brought it to his lips, and removed it. His face screwed up at the bitter taste, and his eyes watered when it left a burning trail down his throat and into his stomach, and then out of no where a bolt of thunder sounded from the sky, and Harry had to look up.
It hadn't been raining a few moments ago, it had been sunny and hot, and now it was cool and calm. The sky was gray and the clouds thick and heavy with oncoming rain. But Harry just stared, admiring the way the wind felt in his hair.
"Hermione, where did this storm come from?" Ron may not have been the brightest crayon in the box, but that didn't mean he was stupid.
"I-I don't know…It was sunny a few hours ago. After Harry and Sir—" Hermione stopped for moment, and concentrated.
"Ron, where's Harry?" She asked a few minutes later. The storm whirled on out side, having gotten worse in the three minutes they had been talking. Rain pelted the top of the house, thunder roared in the distance, and lightening flashed across the sky.
"I don't know, but why would that matter?"
"Remember that time on his birthday? What was so odd about the weather?" she asked.
"It was raining?"
"Yes, and what was the weather like earlier?"
"It was nice out?"
"Yes, and what usually happens when Sirius and Harry get into a fight?"
"Harry rants and raves, and throws things, and threatens body parts, and yells, and screams, and cries, and—"
"Okay, that's enough"
"—and things blow up, and the lights flicker, and the room gets hot, and—"
"Ron, that's enough"
"—the windows rattle, and things move, and—"
"Ronald! Shut up", Hermione snaps.
"Sorry…"
"The bottom line is, is that we have to find Harry" Hermione sums up.
"Wait…why do we have to find Harry?" Ron asks.
Hermione sighs, and grabs Ron by the sleeve, shaking her head as she goes. Some things just didn't change.
"Hey Prongs…"
"Hey Padfoot…"
The years spent away from each other grew a bridge that was almost to long to cross over. Days gone by without communication seemed to lessen the bond they had once had at Hogwarts. They had nothing to talk about, and even less in common now. Sirius was 34 years old, and James only 19 in his years. The age gap was huge and the mental capabilities even bigger.
"This storm is horrible", James commented.
Sirius stared off out the window, not wanting to make eye contact with his Godson's father. Afraid James would see, would know…
"Yeah, it is".
The sound of feet carried down the hall, and Sirius looked over to see Ron and Hermione coming down the stairs.
"Mr. Potter…err…I mean James, have any of you seen Harry? He just disappeared…" Ron glared at her, and stomped on her foot.
"Gee, Hermione way to go on, getting the poor guy in trouble".
And indeed this seemed to set something off in both James and Sirius.
"What?! He's what?" James frantically rose from the couch, the idea of losing his son…again…He couldn't think about it.
Hermione cleared her throat and James stopped to look at her.
"I think he may be outside", she said.
"Why in the hell, would Harry be outside?" Sirius asked his eyes wide with worry.
"Because of the storm", Hermione said.
James laughed her, and shook his head.
"There is no way Harry could have caused this storm".
Hermione looked affronted, "Why not James? I mean, look at you. You can do wandless magic, and throw fireballs. And Harry can do wandless magic, and he could produce a full patronus at 13, so why can't he make this storm?"
"Because…because…Harry would have to be a powerful wizard to control the weather like that", James said.
"Maybe he doesn't know that he's doing it. And our magic is mostly centered around our emotions".
"So…we have to find Harry". James said.
Okay, I just want you to know that Harry won't be all-powerful. He just has some…extra powers that he's gotten. The weather thing will only show up when he's really angry, sad or confused, and he can do wandless magic pretty well. James is just James. there is a reason I want him to be so powerful, you'll find out later in the story.