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Live To Tell
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Seeing the reflection of his Uncle upon the mirror caused a burst of fear to spread throughout his body. Turning around he was about to say something when his face impacted with his uncle's heavy hand, causing him to stumble and bang his head on the nearby cupboard again.

"What is the meaning of this?!" Vernon shouted, his face going purple with rage. "How dare you lazy about while we go hungry in the morning you ungrateful brat!"

Struggling to ignore the small eruption taking place besides him, he stumbled on his feet until he regained his balance, standing up to look his uncle into his eyes. Regrettably, this only seemed to infuriate Vernon further.

"What have you done to yourself boy? Didn't I tell you not to do any of that freakish stuff while living underneath my roof! How dare you try and threaten us with your abnormal ways!" His change in appearance seemed to be enough of a reason for another blow to be sent his way; the only difference was that this one caused him to fall off his, already unsteady, feet and topple over the toilet seat. He stretched his right arm as a means to brace his fall, however that didn't prevent him from falling nor bashing his head on the glass stall behind it.

Pain spiked through his head where it had hit the stall, but what caught his attention was his arm. Instead of diminishing the harm done to him by the fall it appeared to have broken down under his weight and bent into an unnatural and worrying angle.

"What have you done to your arm? You blasted boy are you trying to incriminate me? I'll teach to you respect your betters, freak!" Vernon grabbed his nephew by the arm, not listening to the painful cry this caused. After all, the arm wasn't really broken was it? It was only another freakish way to try and ruin his day.

Dragging Harry across the hall he threw him into his bare room like a badly treated toy.

"Now you clean up this filth in hear boy and you better remove this… this… thing you have done to yourself if you even hope to leave this room before Christmas!" With that said, Vernon slammed the door closed, making no effort to mask the locking noises which followed.

Groaning on the floor Harry tried to lift himself up to no avail. His strength seemed to have deserted him, leaving only pain and exhaustion in his place.

I'll just lay here for a while…just for a little while…

He didn't even notice when consciousness left him, leaving him lying on the floor in a growing pool of his own blood.

OOOooo§oooOOO

Minerva McGonagall was exasperated.

After searching the whole of Grimmauld Place, paying special attention to the unused rooms, they were forced to admit that Sirius Black was no where to be found.

It was then and only then, that the Black old house elf decided to aid them in their quest by saying: "If Kreatcher wanted to help this filth that inhabit Mistress' wonderful house he would say that Mistress' unworthy son is out. But Kreatcher won't help those that destroy Mistress' prized possessions, no he won't."

It was only due to her many years of teaching all types of students that prevented Minerva from hexing the deranged house elf. Informing Molly that she was headed back to Hogwarts on her way out; Minerva swiftly apparated to Hogsmeade and made her way back to the magnificent castle.

OOOooo§oooOOO

Remus returned to the living room only to find it empty.

"Padfoot?" He called, but no voice answered him. A sniff of the air was enough to tell him that Sirius was gone.

Not captured, for I would have heard something. While there is some distress in his scent there is no trace of anger…

Another sniff.

Being a Werewolf had its privileges; it enabled him to detect certain distinct feelings in the persons scent. This talent helped him realise that Sirius was surprised by whatever reason that made him leave in such a hurry.

There is also fear, but it smells different…not fear for himself, then fear for someone else? And the only person Sirius would rashly go rescue would be…

"Harry! Something is must be wrong with Harry."

He groaned, for if someone could cause Sirius to do something stupid, that someone is Harry.

"And the last time he was alone in a situation that involved Harry he ended up in Azkaban for twelve years."

Apparating away to Private Drive, Remus muttered something about always ending up as the babysitter. He needed to make sure that, whatever Sirius was going to do, it was quickly going to be covered up. That last thing they needed was for Sirius to be condemned to have a Dementors' kiss, especially now when things had started to look up.

OOOooo§oooOOO

It has been many years since Albus Dumbledore has seen Minerva McGonagall in such a state. In fact, not since the infamous Hogwarts chicken and mustard incident in 1976, has she been so out of sorts. But the Marauders have long since graduated from Hogwarts and have no reason to antagonise Minerva further. Sirius Black however, still managed to do that on occasion.

"Albus! Something must be done about that boy!" She said as soon as she was through his office door.

"Of course. Tea Minerva?" He answered calmly, already pouring a cup of warm, soothing tea for his colleague.

"Thank you"

"Lemon drop?"

"Yes please I- Albus! I'm not here for tea! I'm here to discuss Sirius Black! That boy has left Grimmauld Place and we have no idea where he might be."

Albus was about to offer Minerva some of the delicious biscuits that the house elves had sent up when a bright blue and red light started to shine in his office. His demeanour was quick to change, his eyes losing the amusing twinkle in them, becoming serious.

"Albus what is-"

"The wards around Private Drive have activated. Serious magic is being done there, I'll send word to the Aurors and then we should make our way as quickly as possible to Number 4 Private Drive."

OOOooo§oooOOO

Private Drive.

Anyone looking out their window would not notice anything amiss on the street, a couple strolling down the street, some children running around in their lawn and a running dog.

Not surprisingly said dog stopped at a house, panting, and seemed to wait to its owner to open the door.

Vernon Dursley was not having a pleasant morning, what with having to deal with his errant nephew, making his own breakfast and being late for work. It would be of no shock then that when the door bell rang Vernon who already in a shoddy mood, cursed all the way to the door.

On opening his houses entrance, his eyes widened at what awaited him outside. A large, shaggy, black dog; who look none to happy to see him. Before he could so much as move, the dog pounced and he went tumbling towards to floor. Growling and muttering obscenities under his breath, Vernon picked himself up from the floor and looked around for the blasted dog that dared attack him. What he found instead was a very angry man.

"Where is Harry?" The man barked and it took Vernon a few seconds to realise that this unidentified person had barged into his house and was looking for his freakish nephew, which mean that he was probably a freak himself.

Feeling his face swell with rage, he bellowed back "I do not know who you think you are breaking and entering into my house! Get out you-you freak!"

"Listen here Dursley, either you tell me where Harry is or, by Merlin, I will hex you so bad you'll end up looking like a black fish." Sirius snarled, taking out his wand and pointing it at Vernon.

Vernon Dursley was not a man who was used to threats. In fact, he was used to issuing them, so when this stranger threatened him with his abnormal ways he reacted in a typically Vernonish way, by punching him straight in the face.

Not expecting such a reaction by the obese Muggle, Sirius staggered. But years of dealing with Death Eaters and Slytherins taught him to quickly regain his balance and launch a counter attack. Fast as a blink of an eye, Vernon was blasted by a hex to the nearest wall, falling limply to the floor. All the racket this caused summoned the other inhabitant of the household.

"Vernon, what is happening? Who was at the- aaah!" Petunia Dursley shrieked loudly. However her scream stopped mid breath by a quick silencio spell from Sirius. Another flick of his wand had her bound and paralysed on the floor.

A cry of rage warned him of an incoming attack, and with reflexes developed by being so long on the run from the Ministry, Sirius dodged the assault. Using the opportunity to bind the man.

"Now Dursley, you will tell me where Harry is or I'll start shooting off spells. What will it be?" This was said using his most menacing face, the one which made him famous during his Azkaban escape two years ago.

"T-t-that f-freak is, is in his r-room!" He answered, going pale with the prospect of torture. "T-the locked door" he quickly added seeing the unsatisfied look upon Sirius' face.

He immediately ran up the stairs and blasted the door open. He didn't know what he expected to see, probably a missing Harry or a hurt Harry, but nothing he could imagine prepared him for the sight of his son, lying unconscious in a puddle of his own blood.

OOOooo§oooOOO

Remus apparated in the middle of a garden, apparently he hadn't focused well enough to apparate into his usual spot. Fortunately, he was in the correct neighbourhood, now all he needed to do was get out of that lawn without being spotted and hastily make his way towards number 4 Private Drive.

Jump a fence and rush towards the end of the street, shouldn't be to difficult should it?

One should never underestimate a situation, for the chances of something going wrong always tends to increase. In this case, Remus had the unlucky fortune of having his robes snag on the fence, causing him to tumble to the floor taking a part of the fence with him. Such a racket was sure to bring about the owner of the house, or at least some nosy neighbours. Doing his best to untangle himself, he quickly made his way towards the end of the street, silently promising the owner of the house to return later and fix the broken fence.

All did was naught for nothing, however, for as Remus turned the corner into Private Drive he heard the unmistakable sounds of apparition a few paces behind him. He didn't need to turn to know who were the ones apparating into Private Drive, for enough time had gone by for the Aurors to have been notified. The best he could do right now was hurry towards number 4 and hopefully warn Sirius in time.

When this is all over Padfoot better pay me a drink!

OOOooo§oooOOO

Time seemed to slow down as he made his way towards his fallen son, making everything last longer, even emotions. No matter how angry he was downstairs, the adrenaline of having to incapacitate two muggles quenching any other feeling, that anger seemed to have taken second place to fear the instant he saw Harry.

He wasn't sure it that was Harry, at first, for as he told Remus some time before, Harry had suffered changes to his appearance. If it were not for the gravity of the situation Sirius would have wished that Remus was with him only to tease him, for Harry was much better looking that before.

Well, he would be looking much better if he wasn't bruised and covered in dried blood!

It was then that Sirius finally noticed that his son was naked except for his undergarments, this only served to fuel his anger further, together with his fear.

I'm going to murder that…that… filthy, thrice cursed, obese muggle! What the fuck did he do to my son!

He didn't know what to do.

He knew what he wanted to do, he wanted to go down there and rip Vernon Dursley apart… Piece. By. Piece. For even daring to harm his son! Regrettably, that would have to wait.

Transfiguring a piece of paper into a decent robe, he gently levitated Harry and wrapped him with it. This allowed him to see the unnatural angle in which his arm was hanging as well as the obvious swell on his head. There was a cut too, which would account for some the blood on the floor.

There is so much blood…it can't have all come from this one wound.

Carefully placing his arms around his son, making sure he wasn't touching the broken arm nor the head wound, he cancelled the levitation spell. Harry leaned against his chest, surprising Sirius at how light he was.

Were they starving him too?

Hearing some noises downstairs made him realise how much time he had already spent inside that household. He had to hurry, the Ministry probably detected his use of magic already, and he wasn't about to leave until he let Dursley know just how enraged he was with him.

He couldn't afford to get caught now.

And woe betide whoever gets in my way

OOOooo§oooOOO

Remus has just reached number 4 and found the door slightly open, indicating that Sirius was already inside. He just hoped that his brash friend hadn't done anything irreversible to those muggles.

Stepping inside he made sure to lock the door, a few seconds might be what could save Sirius. He was about to call out for his friend when a his form began to descend the stairs, anger strong in his scent, and a bundle in his arms.

"Padfoot? Is that Harry?"

He noticed his friends surprise at finding him there, and his demeanour changes slightly.

"Moony? What are you doing here?"

"Making sure you don't get arrested, of course." He answered with a small smile, but before Sirius could reply he continued "We have no time to lose Padfoot, the Aurors are already gathering outside and if they find you here there'll be hell to pay."

Sirius' expression closed and his eyes narrowed. "They are here already? I must have taken longer than I thought…" Descending the last few steps , he gently handed Harry to him. "Here, make sure that he gets professional help as soon as possible. I don't know all that is wrong with him, but his arm is clearly broken and he has a concussion."

Taking the unconscious Harry into his arms he frowned at his friend. "What are you going to do Padfoot?"

"I'm just going to have a little talk with a pair of muggles" He said innocently, but the murder in his eyes was evident.

"Padfoot! Are you out of your mind? The Aurors will be here any minute now; we have no time to waste! Especially not with some muggles."

"I'll be right behind you Moony, don't worry, I don't plan on getting caught, not today anyway" He said with a small smirk.

Knowing that that was the best he would get out of his friend, Remus signed. "Two minutes Sirius, give me your word that you will not take longer than that."

"You have it. Now go, I'll be right behind you"

With a nod, Remus quickly stepped outside and apparated away to the safest place he would think of, Hogwarts.

OOOooo§oooOOO

Several shadows were closing in around Number 4 Private Drive – but no one seemed to have noticed it. One of those present thought they saw a shape stepping outside of the house, but when he looked again they were no longer there, dismissing it as nothing but a figment of his imagination he positioned himself and awaited his orders.

Our newly arrived visitors were alarmed by the sudden burst, which came from the opening of the door. But even more shocked when they realised a fairly large body was thrown, harshly, outside.

It hit the ground and remained motionless. For some minutes time seemed to stand still as all attention was turned to the unmoving body.

Vernon Dursley was about to be considered dead by most of the new comers when movement was heard from inside the house – a shadow was making its way outside. A shadow that belonged to one of the most feared man in wizardry society, and his malicious expression only justified that fear.

Sirius Black emerged from the battered house, his malevolent smile striking fear into the surrounding Aurors. One brave soul had the courage to state "Sirius Black, you are under arrest in the name of the Minister of Magic" before various spells and hexes were thrown his way.

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Heaven's: She did it! She did it! I was so useless this time it made me cry

Hell's: That is not true. Anyway, I'm glad this is over, rewriting a story is much more tiresome than it seems people!

Now for the usual behind the scenes short by my darling sister:

[I'm going to murder that…that… filthy, thrice cursed, obese muggle! What the fuck did he do to my son!

He didn't know what to do.

He knew what he wanted to do, he wanted to MAKE THOSE MUGGLES FEEL HIS POWER! Insert evil laugh

So, Sirius pointed his wand towards the ceiling and…

"Okay… where is my power?" He started shaking his wand as if it was a pen, but it suddenly turned into a chicken. "Wah!"

Hell's Angel appeared out of… somewhere. "Okay, who let the Weasley twins enter this set?! And Sirius, how many times have I told you to FOLLOW THE STUPID SCRIPT?"

"Sixty-four and counting!"

"And how many times will I have to tell you this?"

"Many times"

"Always"

"At least once more" Said almost everyone on set

"Never mind. AGAIN."

Until next time,

Hells Angel & Heaven's Demon