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Recap: "I'm Sirius Black."
Harry stood there. Cold and silent. He watched the scruffy man, Sirius, stare into his eyes. He felt as if his captivating glare held him in a headlock, where his ability to move was completely diminished. Harry harbored a little feeling in his mind, that his life was about to end.
His appearance was oh so frightening! The look of a prisoner? It seemed so. Five, maybe six, minutes passed, and Sirius just stared right through Harry. But his evil eyes began to become more sorrowful, as opposed to frightening.
He no longer looked mean, but very sad, and pitiful. Harry felt a pain when he had to look into Sirius's big brown eyes, wet with a tear. Sirius had not spake for several minutes. Harry's heart warmed, for the crestfallen, man named Sirius. He would still take his precautions, though. His pretending to be sad could just be a maneuver for a killer to get his prey.
Sirius stepped forward, but Harry went back. His sorrowful eyes didn't look so sorrowful anymore. Not evil, but not sorrowful either. Sirius was gaining on Harry as he took small steps to him. Harry was still backing up, though. Sirius wasn't making much progress.
"Please, please! Don't hurt me!" Harry cried,
"Me? Why, I-I-I would never hurt you!" Sirius explained, but the expression upon his face seemed fake to Harry. It did not have any genuine feeling on it.
Harry would not be able to back up much longer. He was getting closer to the back of the room. It must have been a little closer than he though, because he felt a WACK! He had tripped backward, hitting his head on an information board.
Harry lay there, his arms askew, his legs pushed up in his stomach. As Sirius still got closer, one step at a time, Harry tried backing himself up even farther. "You need not be afraid, my boy!" Sirius begged, but Harry wasn't falling for it.
Why must everyone call me boy, or my boy... Harry though to himself. Still laying there, Harry watched as Sirius leaned over him. At first Harry began to cry, and was scared, but Sirius lent his hand out. Not to kill, not to hurt, but to help. Harry was timid, and in his mind he wasn't sure if he should take Sirius's hand.
Harry then remembered all of the times Petunia would tell Dudley not to trust strangers. But if this man was up to no good, or had a desire to harm Harry, he would have already done it. Wouldn't he? Maybe Sirius was just here to groom Harry. Then after gaining the young boy's trust, he would attack.
Sirius's hand still hung in Harry's face quite plainly. Harry now had time to examine the hand before him. Under his nails was caked dirt. Scars, and cuts were spotted in certain places, and then delicate hairs rose up from the top of his fingers. His palm was badly callused, and it looked rather painful.
Again Harry began to contemplate with himself. Should I take his hand?, Thought Harry, Or do just sit here and wait for him to give up? Harry sighed. He really had no choice. This hand was held out for Harry, and it was to stay there until he took it.
So now Harry timidly held his own undamaged, and soft hand out to Sirius's. With a great heave, Sirius lifted Harry up. Then there was a smile on Sirius's face.
"I never thought I'd see you again!" He says, then pulls Harry into a tight embrace. He patted Harry's back, and Harry wasn't sure that he was comfortable with the situation. It wasn't until several minutes when Sirius finally loosened the hug. He firmly grasped Harry's shoulder's, and held him far out to examine Harry's face.
"You look way like your father!" said Sirius, Harry was dumfounded. Sirius knew his father? "And your eyes. You definitely have you mother's eyes!" Sirius continued, Harry just looked at Sirius with great confusion. It seemed so strange that he would know his parents.
"How do you know my parents?" Harry wonders aloud, Sirius began to chuckle, then let's go of Harry's shoulder's.
"Hazah! Ode to be young, and full of genuine innocence, and curiosity!" Sirius exclaims, with enthusiasm. Sirius tipped his head back, and smiled, as if he's just remembered something humorous. "How do I know your parents, eh? You sure you'd like to know?" Sirius asks with a smile, Harry nodded his head. "Well, it all started at a place called Hogwarts."
A:N: Okay, I know! Cheesy cliff hanger. But I just had to do it to you guys again! Ha, ha! But don't fear, my dear readers! I will be back with the fourth chapter tomorrow! Oh, and thanks again, Clarisse The Wild! I don't know if I made this chapter a little more clear, and easy to understand, but I tried! Thanks!