In Ten Minutes
James' first thought was that maybe Harry should be locked up in an asylum, and never let out, because if that was what it took to keep Harry controlled and safe, he'd sign him up for it in a heart beat. But, alas, he could not. No one would take him, and Harry would probably blow him up or something equally as painful.
"What could have caused him to get this mad?" James asked them. Hermione didn't say anything, but looked at Ron.
"Why don't you ask your best friend", Ron said, his tone less then amorous. James turned his eyes to Sirius, who looked away from him. James sighed and shook his head.
"Sirius, you really shouldn't pick fights with my son". Sirius glared at him and kept walking in front of James. Once they got to the back door, Hermione stepped back and pulled Ron with her, having spotted Harry sitting on the wet and muddy ground. James made to go out the door, but Hermione pulled him back as well, and pushed Sirius towards the door.
"What? Oh, no, it's not going to happen, that kid in homicidal when he gets mad. There is no way I am going out there by myself" Sirius backed away.
"Sirius, he's drunk, he's alone, and most likely really cold", Hermione started. "You can either go out there and comfort your godson, or you can stay in here, and let his friends do it, because you were to scared to do it yourself. And trust me, I will let him know". Hermione's tone left no room for argument. But she was right, Harry looked so alone. Rocking back and forth as the storm raged around him.
Sirius slowly opened the door, almost slamming it again when the wind blew him back into the house. Sirius took shook his long shaggy hair and ran to Harry, pulling the small person into his arms.
"Harry, you have to stop this", Sirius whispered into his ear. Harry shook his heat, shivering.
"Harry, please. I'm sorry, I was an ass. I shouldn't have done that, it wasn't right, and I didn't mean it", Sirius gasped feeling sorry for what he had done to Harry.
Harry jerked his eyes up at Sirius, his eyes dilated, pain and hurt clouding them, and Sirius couldn't tell if it was tears or rain running down his face, and the storm slowly died down. The thunder stopped, but the rain kept coming, lessened now, a slight drizzle, and the wind died down to a calm breeze, with told Sirius that Harry was still a little upset.
"Harry…I-I love you", Sirius said to him, and Harry couldn't help but look up at him, and as Harry blinked his eyes open, Sirius' slid shut, refusing to look at Harry.
"You're a liar Sirius Black. You don't know what love is." Harry stood and marched past Sirius, and flung open the door. Sirius stared after him, and got to his feet, following Harry.
"Harry, please, I know what I did wasn't the best way to handle what was going on, but I needed to know", Sirius sent a fleeting look at James, whose eyes looked after his small son.
Harry rushed up the stairs, down the hall, and into his bedroom, where he wrestled his trunk open and preceded to throw his belongings into.
"Harry, what are you doing?" Sirius was breathing hard.
"I'm packing", was the curt reply.
"Why are you packing?"
"Because I'm leaving, Sirius" Harry said coldly. Harry pointed his wand at his trunk and shrunk it, and put it in his soaked pocket. He turned on his heel and exited the room. Sirius grabbed the back of his neck as he went past, and held him in place.
"You aren't going anywhere, Harry James", Sirius snapped.
"Sirius, if you don't let go of me in the next 5 seconds, I will curse you so bad your grandparents will feel it", Harry hissed.
"I'm pulling rank, Harry. As your godfather, you are not permitted to step foot out of this house".
Harry curled his lips into a snarl, and glared at Sirius. Harry couldn't help but admire the way that his eyes sparkled and swirled, or the way that his long black hair framed his face, and it hurt that he couldn't reach up and move the tendril of hair away from Sirius' beautiful face. It hurt that Sirius had kissed him and had not meant it.
Which was exactly why he couldn't stay. Sirius could not be put in danger, because Harry couldn't handle having a very handsome Godfather.
Sirius saw Harry's face contort and then soften as Harry looked him, and then his eyes hardened, and Harry looked away from him, his shoulders slumped, and his over all demeanor defeated, and Sirius couldn't do anything but hand Harry back his wand.
"Sirius, I can't stay here, not now…Not after this", Harry rambled and flew down the stairs, and into the parlor, where he shot Sirius one last glance, and Flooed to Diagon Alley.
James stared somewhat unflatteringly at the parlor where his son had just flooed away from. Hoping that maybe he was going crazy, James walked up to his long time best friend, and tapped him on the shoulder.
"Padfoot…Was that Harry?"
Sirius nodded his head.
"Did he just leave the house?"
"Yes".
"Why?"
"I dunno".
"You don't know?"
"That's what I said, wasn't it?"
James stared at his friend before grabbing him by the collar, and pulling Sirius towards his face.
"Then go fucking get him", James hissed. It had been a long time since Sirius had heard James curse, the last time he had even said the words "Bloody hell", had been when Lily had squeezed his hand so hard, when Harry had been born, she had broken two bones in his hand.
"James, I can't go get him…I'm still on the run", Sirius said, shaking James off him. James' eyes went wide, and his face reddened.
"I do not care if you have to go as a bloody dog, or polyjuiced as Snape, I want my son back here, and I want him back here now".
The whole thing seemed to be a bit over the top to Sirius, Harry was 16 years old, he could look after himself, and some part of him wished that James would see that.
"James, he's old enough to make his own decisions, don't treat him like a child", Sirius snapped. James' face was fast in turning red, and his fists were clenched at his sides.
"He's sixteen years old, and is on the top of a psychopath's shit list, and he's out there alone, he's a sitting duck. If Voldemort were to launch an attack, Harry wouldn't stand a chance", James seethed.
"Prongs, your son is powerful, he's smart, and he knows how to fight him, he'll be fine", Sirius didn't want to get Harry, he didn't want to see the hurt that was his godson's eyes, nor did he want to face Harry.
James glared at Sirius, his eyes shining with anger and worry, anger at Sirius for letting Harry go, worry that Harry would get hurt, and then his shoulders slumped, because he knew that Sirius was right, Harry could take care of himself, and he knew that there was no way, he would be able to convince Sirius to go after him. Whatever it was that happened between Sirius and Harry wasn't likely going to be settled for a while.
Sirius watched at James' shoulders slumped, it was a sore sight for eyes to watch James Potter look defeated, and Sirius couldn't handle it, so with a heavy sigh, Sirius told James that he would go.
"Oh, and Padfoot…Be careful".
"I will".
Harry landed unceremoniously on the floor in the pub, picking himself up, and dusting himself off, Harry ignore the leers, and the whispering, walking over to Tom, he tapped the bar table.
"What can I do for ya, Mr. Potter?" the old man asked. Harry pulled a few galleons from his pocket, and put them down.
"Can I get a room?" Harry asked. Tom looked under the bar, grabbed a rusty key, and slid it across the table. He took the galleons from Harry and smiled at him.
"For what it's worth, I don't believe a thing the Prophet is sayin' about ya".
"Thanks Tom", Harry said.
"Room 324, Mr. Potter. It's a nice one, anything else?"
"No, that's all". Harry turned around and then stopped. "Tom?"
"Yeah?"
"No visitors".
"Sure thing".
Harry walked up the stairs and looked for his room.
(Can I skip the part where he opens the door? No one needs that much information, it's trivial)
Harry took his trunk from his pocket, and returned it to its original size, sliding it over his four poster, Harry sat down on the king size be, trust Tom, to give him the Honeymoon sweet. Harry fell backwards and shook his shoes off, taking his glasses off; he laid them on the bedside table. Harry's eyes slid closed.
Sirius Black walked cautiously toward the Leaky Cauldron, stepping in he looked for the barman, hoping he'd find him. Pulling the hood of his robe tighter around his face, he's never been this jumpy before. Starting, Sirius jerked away from a little girl who had bumped into him, Sirius let out a shallow breath he didn't know he had been holding. Tom stepped over to him and scrutinized him.
"How can I help ya?" He asked warily. Sirius reasoned that maybe, him wearing a long black cloak, with a hood that covered his whole face, that he might look like pretty dodgy.
"Tell me where Harry Potter is", Sirius said coldly, hoping to scare the truth from the man.
"Sorry, sir. Mr. Potter said no visitors," Tom said.
"Tom, please. I'm worried about him".
"He said no visitors for a reason, Mister. I'm sorry, but he's a valued customer, and I'm not gonna jeopardize his trust…or his health" Tom said nastily.
Sirius reached across the bar, and grabbed Tom by the scruff of his collar, pushing his wand into Tom's throat.
"So help me, if you don't tell me where my godson is, I will level this pub to the ground, and then look for Harry myself". Tom gasped, and shook away from Sirius.
"Sirius Black!"
Sirius slapped a hand over his mouth.
"Merlin, man shut your trap" Sirius yelped, glancing around to make sure no one had heard him.
"Now where is Harry?"
"I-I, I'm sorry but I can't", Tom stuttered.
Sirius pursed his lips, his jaw clenching, and pulled out his wand. If this man did not tell him where Harry was, he would show him exactly why they thought he was a dark wizard.
"Tom, I'm about to loose my temper, and when I loose my temper, you will not like it. I've heard the Cruciatus Curse is quite painful, but I'm sure you'll tell me when I'm through, right?" Sirius hissed.
"Room 324, Mr. Black".
"Thank you Tom, glad we could work that out".
"Severus, I am quite aware that you know where the location of the Order of Phoenix is…" Red eyes gleamed with malice and cold amusement. A man kneeled before the monster with red eyes that gleamed even in the darkness.
"My lord, I do, but I am not able to disperse the location, it's hidden", a silky spoke.
"Severus, I know you are lying to me, I am not pleased with you", the Dark Lord let the threat hang in the air.
"The Black House, only blood relatives of the Blacks can enter the house without permission," Severus answered.
Voldemort smiled cruelly and nodded.
"Bellatrix, Narcissa, Lucius, all of you, I want you all at that house by midnight. I want prisoners, no killing".
Several pops were heard. A voice whispered into the night.
"I will have you Potter, one way or another, I will have you".
"Dad!" Harry Potter jerked awake, tears streaming down his face. Harry suddenly reached under his pillow and pointed his wand at the tall figure standing in his doorway, a very nasty hex on the tip of his tongue. The figure raised his hands in surrender, and lowered the hood, and suddenly found himself with an arm full of Harry.
"Sirius, we have to get back to headquarters, we have to go now", Harry rambled on until he was silenced with a finger.
"Harry, what's wrong?" Sirius asked, concerned.
"We have to get to dad, Voldemort sent his Death Eaters to the house, Sirius please!" Harry pushed past Sirius, wand in hand. Sirius grabbed him around the waist and pulled him close.
"Harry, you can't just go rushing into things. That's what gets you into danger Harry", Sirius whispered.
Harry pushed him away, tears falling from his eyes, he wiped them away furiously, "I've lost him once, Sirius, I don't know if I can lose him again".
James sat in the parlor, staring hard at the chessboard in front of him.
"Moony, I hate this game. I can't play it". James mind wasn't really on the chess game; he was too worried about Sirius and Harry. It was almost midnight. He'd been gone for two hours. James glanced over at the fireplace, hoping that maybe they'd both show up, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. Ron, Hermione, and the Weasleys were all in various places in the parlor. Some sitting on the ground, some asleep on the ground, and some on the couch, James shook his head, he was just being paranoid.
His hackles rose on his neck, and he drew his wand, getting up and walking to the hallway, looking out the small window beside the door, he drew in a breath.
Death Eaters.
James ran back the parlor, and woke everyone up that wasn't sleeping.
"We're under attack; you must go, all of you".
"What about you, James", Hermione asked, he wand in hand as well.
"Just GO", James shouted. James glanced back at the door. Hearing them all floo away, except for Remus, James stared at him.
"Go, Remus. Go now, I'll hold them off". Remus' amber eyes glared back at him.
"I'm not going anywhere".
The Door blew off its hinges; James rushed to the hall and ducked a curse that flew over his head.
"Well, well…James Potter, we meet again". James knew that voice.
Lucius Malfoy.
James eyes rolled into the back of his head, as he slumped to the ground.
Long chapter, huh? Yeah, you better not get used to this, it won't happen a lot. I want 5 reviews before I start typing. 8 reviews, and I may consider making it longer then 4 pages. Okay?