Title: A New Awakening
Rating: T
Genre: Angst and Hurt/Comfort
Summary: Harry Potter has had a hard time coping since Sirius passed away, but with the wizarding world falling into turmoil, can he defeat his inner demons in time?
A New Awakening.
Chapter 3
Revelations
Harry, shifted awkwardly in his seat as Wendy's mother Abigail fiddled with the teapot and cups, trying to distract herself from thinking about what she had just been informed. As soon as Wendy had been shown, Harry's photo album, school book's and The Marauders Map, she had decided to trust the cousins and had stormed off back to her mother. Fully prepared for World War III to be the outcome.
After declaring her knowledge of the magical world and her heritage, Wendy demanded an explanation, Abigail had told her to wait in the living room, while she got tea, instructing the three to 'take a seat and make themselves at home.' The three adolescents waited patiently until 5 minutes later Wendy's mum, returned to the lounge.
After the uncomfortable silence, filled only by the sound of cookies being eaten and tea slurped, Harry decided to say something. "Ms. Boyd, perhaps and explanation is in order." She sighed deeply and looked at Harry Potter.
"Well, can I just quickly say, I'm proud of you Harry, you've done brilliant things for our world over the past five years." Harry's mouth opened and closed a few times and could easily been compared to a goldfish. Wendy looked even more confused and Dudley just looked miffed, a bit like Crabbe but with a lot more class.
"But, how do you know my name?" Harry asked, a slight hint of fear in his eyes. Could this have been a trap? It was so... realistic though. He drew his wand from the holster, strapped firmly to his left wrist, and although he didn't point it at anyone he kept it in position, ready to use if needed.
"No Harry. I-I'm your, I'm your Godmother, I can prove it to you if you like. I was your mothers best friend at Hogwarts," She stood up and walked backwards towards the other side of the room and tapped a book twice that was sitting on the oak sideboard. It vanished and quickly just as Harry was about to curse her, an new book appeared in its place, two actually. The first had 'Hogwarts Yearbook' written on it. The other was white and it had a gold fancy border. 'Harry James Potter' was written on the cover in the middle in the same gold as the border.
She handed the two books over to Harry and keeping his wand in hand he fiddled around trying to open the books and look through them. Inside the first, were pictured of loads of pictured of students with Hogwarts robes on.
There was one that stood out most amongst all the black and white moving pictures. James Potter and Sirius Black, both had there arms resting on each others shoulders in a friendly manner with the famous mischievous grins plastered on their faces. The thing that made the stand out though, was the flashing coloured hair. Harry watched amused as The red hair on James turned pink and the green hair on Sirius turned a somewhat flattering violet. It reminded strongly of Tonks. Harry smiled sadly at the picture as tears ran down his cheeks. Underneath it was the inscription 'Class Jokers' although it was quickly changed and read 'Minnie for Minister!' Harry laughed and looked for some more familiar faces, amongst those he found were, Remus Lupin, Peter Pettigrew, Severus Snape, Alice Gray (later Longbottom), and Frank Longbottom, and then his eyes fell on his mother.
Her long hair fell over he shoulders and she smiled brightly and waved. Harry then realized how much she looked like Ginny, accept from her eyes, they were almost identical. Her inscription read 'Head Girl' He gave a sad smile at all the photographs. Most of these people he knew as death eaters, order members or even for being dead.
He opened the second book and found a small black screen, in the shape of a square. Above it in the familiar gold cursive writing it read. 'Tap twice to play' so he did exactly that and on the small screen, was the day of Harry's christening. He didn't know he had one, but apparently so. The video was being made by none other than Sirius Black and Abagail Boyd.
He finally closed the book and looked up to be met with the face of a hopeful looking Abagail. He sighed and walked over and sat back down in the arm chair he had previously occupied. He gave a curt smile at Wendy and turned back to her mother in hopes of a greater light being shed on his situation. She poured herself some more tea and began to sip at it in hopes of calming her nerves. After finally regaining composure she began explaining everything to the three teens.
"Well you see Harry, two days after your christening, was the attack on Godrics Hollow. After you were taken by Dumbledore, Sirius, Remus and I, planned to take you back, however, after Sirius was taken by Aurors and framed for your parents death, Remus and I lost track of you. We tried to find you but Remus didn't relocate you until your third year. I didn't get hold of Remus until after the Tri-Wizard tournament because I had gone into hiding. I moved here when I found out where you were. When Wendy became friends with Dudley, it wasn't planned it just sort of, fell into place" Abagail revealed.
Harry breathed deeply and sighed in a very Dumbledore like manor. He surveyed his godmother once more seeing only truth in her eyes. Although unsure of what to say he opened and closed hi mouth a couple of times before realizing that Abagail knew not of her childhood friends death.
"I should probably let you know then, that during the battle in the ministry that Sirius was knocked into the veil by Bellatrix Lestrange" Tears filled both Godmother and Godsons eyes and Abagail collapsed into one of the armchairs.
"At least he died fighting. Thats the only way Sirius Black would leave for his grave. I don't know if he ever had the chance to tell you this Harry, but Sirius was ever so proud of you. It definitely did something for him, it finally reigned on him he had to grow up, even if it was only a little. Every time I spoke or met up with him, it'd be Harry this, Harry that. He loved you like the son he never had Harry. He'd want you to move on, he'd want us to move on. Not forget him, as if we could do that anyway, just move on Harry. You can't dwell on his death forever, and you can't blame yourself either. Don't pretend your not because both James and Lily were the same. I'm here if you ever need to speak." Abagail ranted, more so to herself than Harry.
Both of them cried a little leaving Dudley and Wendy in an awkward position. Dudley tried to calm Harry but his whole body was shaking from th sobbing he was doing. He quickly stopped and stood up gave his Godmother a hug, Wendy a small wave and headed home, Dudley close on his tail.
Back at four privet drive, Harry sat on his bed, once again surrounded by books, many of which had just been delivered in a colossal order from Flourish and Blotts. In his mission to reveal the innocence of his Godfather. After flicking through about four of the books he looked up to see Dudley sitting on his bed.
"What can I do for ya Dudders?" Harry asked teasingly. Dudley's cheeks tinged a little and he shoved Harry playfully in return.
" I was wondering, since your doing so much for me if, you need any help with anything? You've been reading for days and no offense Harry but thats really unlike you and I never really took you to be a nerd or anything" Dudley asked.
"You're right, I'm not just reading for pleasure. I think my friend Hermione would go into shock if she saw all these books. No, I'm reading because I want to try and prove the innocence of Sirius. I only think its fair and all due to the amount of time he spent cooped up in HQ and the loyalty he gave towards the fight against Voldemort. Now he's dead he deserves the honor he should always have been respected with." Harry explained to Dudley. "I suppose you could look through them, I know you wont understand most of it but you could spot something. Obviously you don't have to help if you don't want to.
In response Dudley picked up a book and began to read, under his breath muttering phrases like 'awesome' and 'you can actually do that'. After a gruelingly long four hours it hit one thirty am, and Dudley found something.
"Harry how about this, it's called a pensieve" Dudley announced feeling rather excited. Harry grabbed the book and stared at the page in disbelief.
"Of course, why didn't I think of that. Dudley you are a genius" Harry whispered.
A/n: Woot! Longest chapter yet people. Thanks to 'TheMockTurtle' for being awesome and reviewing. Please folks REVIEW.
Rach xox