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Chapter One
How to bind a Soul

"Sympathy one receives for nothing, envy must be earned."

- Robert Lembke-

Three days had passed since Sirius had finally possessed the picture his godson had drawn in his guilt.

Three days since Harry´s eyes had began to recharge their emerald glow. In those three days the young boy did the chores his aunt and uncle had for him with exceeded expectations because of his excitement over his godfather. As Harry, after the forth day of hard work, came back into his room his godfather was waiting for him. Eying one of the books his godson had read the night before curiously.

"Hey", the younger greeted and let himself fall onto his bed before grabbing the novel he began to like a lot more every time he read it. It was one of those Dudley had wanted, but then had thrown it away after just a day of staring at the front.

The black haired boy began reading again while the portrait scrutinized the cover, it showed off a pale man with messy long black hair, a huge hat and what appeared to be black armor around his slender frame.

"Harry", the man in gray one asked, his eyes never leaving the novel."What are you reading?" The short teen looked up into the gray eyes, seemingly the only thing really alive in the portrait, and smiled.

"This is a novel called 'Vampire Hunter D'. It's about a guy, himself being half vampire - called a Dhampire - hunting down other Vampires. The interesting part is about his hand in which a parasite resides, bonded with D himself." Harry began to explain until there was a click in his head and he had a brilliant Idea. For these past three days they had tried to figure out a way for Sirius to always stay with him and be able to talk. The gray ones idea of him possessing an amulet, or something similar so Harry could wear it, fell away after a short debate. An amulet, bracelet, or anything expensive for that matter, was not Harry's type and would draw one to many questions he did not wish to answer.

Why not use something even Voldemort had used in young Harry´s first year? It seemed even Sirius had this idea because he began to grin madly, that is until he sobered again after probably thinking about the possibilities.

"I know what is going through your head, Harry. But there could be consequences with those who play with soul magic. I would rather not see you in any of it."

Though Harry knew his one half of godparents - sadly he did not know the other - was right he would rather have the old dog with him, even if it meant to have him in his hand. He sat upright again, after having fallen onto his pillow while reading the novel shortly, before starring seriously at Sirius.

"Snuffles", he began, his emerald eyes nearly shining as bright as before, with a passion he had rarely felt, "I know you want to protect me." Which earned him an earnest look from the painting. "But I have handled dark magic since my first year. And I am sure you do not know this, but I was possessed already by a pure evil spirit of the one who claims his name is Voldemort a few weeks ago. Right after you fell into the", he paused shortly not really wanting to relive the memory and grumbled out the last word, "veil."

There was a long dead silence after this statement, Sirius looked murderous, probably murdering his godson's enemy over and over again in his head, and - after what felt like an hour - decided to speak.

"I want to be your shield Harry. The one to protect you when no other can, as I should have been since your parents decease." Sirius looked unsmiling into the eyes of his best friends son. Harry just stared back into the gray paintings gray eyes. Sighing the old dog finally looked down on the ground in thought, watching the old planks that dared to call themselves a not even solid floor.

"The problem at hand is: Both of us want me to be with you, probably residing in your Hand. Then there is a problem with the magic we might need to use to make this bond as good as permanent. There are a lot of scopes, of possibilities here with magic to bond. But this kind of bond is with an actual person, not an disembodied spirit. So the only possibility I see at the moment would be Soul Magic, which can turn out to be ugly as hell, to put it lightly. Soul magic can be dark, it's not a must be, but a huge possibility."

Harry listened to the words his godfather had to say. If soul magic was only possibly dark, then there was a possibility of soul magic being light. "You see, I know this stuff because there are two or three books in the Black Library, hidden by a bloodward seal-door so only the Head of House or his sole heir could get to them. The problem here would be getting to Grimmauld Place unnoticed by any people."

"Why?" Harry promptly inquired, not understanding why he had to keep away from Tonks, Moody, or any of his friends for that matter. "Because", Sirius began, for the first time intently eying his godson, "there are things going on behind your back you would not like to hear."

He trusted him, he really did trust his godfather because he was his only real family. Sure, there still was Remus Lupin, but his old Defense Teacher never bothered to send him an owl or interact beyond the Order or as a teacher, so Harry did not think so close of the old wolf. "That does not explain why you want me to keep my head down." He threw in, so Sirius latched into yet another explanation.

"You see Harry", he began carefully, if his godson was anything like his father - which he sure as hell was - he would blow at direct and not pillowed information against his friends, "I do not have a concrete lead, but there are hints that your friends", he slowly explained, "are not so friendly as you or I would like them to be." The old dog waited in silence as his godson proceeded the information given. To his surprise Harry nodded slowly after a while.

"I see. Which kind of hints?" Was all he said before staring at his godfather again, who in turn blinked in wonder at the behavior his godchild showed. "Well", the old dog said ,"there are certain things some of your friends do. And there are vibes I, or rather Padfoot catches sometimes. There is envy for one. One of your friends - Ron to be exactly - is very jealous when it comes to you. Probably because of your fame, your fortune, your tendencies to get into the spotlight and other things I currently can't recall."

"But that's all unwanted!" The raven haired teen finally burst out, it really was ridiculous, it had been in forth year and it was now, for whatever reason Ron might be jealous of him.

"I know pup. But he is not the only one. There is also Hermione."

"What?" Harry interrupted incredulous at this piece of information. "Whatever for?"

"I do not know Harry, but her vibes where indicating that she was envious and distrusting - whatever for remains to question. But I do trust my instincts. You would too if you had an Animagus." Which was another idea these two had to pursue. Harry solemnly nodded. "Plus there was this one time when I felt something from the Black Family Library, sensations I only get because I am, or rather was the Head of House Black, albeit unofficial. She has been stealing lots of books from the old place ever since she came to my ancestral home. No one noticed because there is more to the Library than the public eye can see and she somehow knew. Sadly that is not all, even Remus was odd. He too did not trust you, nor me. Ginny was full of love, but there too was something odd. All was odd once I followed you and your friends in your fifth year as Padfoot to the Hogwarts Express. I smelled a lot of suspicion, distrust, hate, weird love, envy. Stuff like that. Stuff friends should never truly feel."

The godfather sighed softly, he knew how hard it was. When he had a friend betray him he had laughed madly. Though that was not the only reason he had laughed madly when the Aurors had found him. It had simply drove him nearly insane when he had found little Harry inside Godric's Hollow, his father and mother dead on the floor, the house nearly destroyed in what was - no doubt - one huge hell of a battle between James, Lily and the snake bastard.

"Well", began Harry after a long, dragging silence ,"let´s say they are like the rat, what should we do?"

"Simple", countered his godfather painting, "we first need to do the soul magic. I do not want the dark part of said magic anywhere near you. So we have little other possibilities I know of. First we could go to the Goblins at Gringotts. They have a Ritual-room where we could get some Goblin Healers to do the needed Ritual. Thing is this Ritual is gray." Harry hung his head at that. "But if we want this to go as light as possible we need to get to the Potter Family Vaults where I know Lily had James store tons over tons of books one of which is about soul magic, which she had gotten as a birthday present from... certain individuals." At the last part he smiled bright and kind of mad. Harry too smiled, but then he had a serious expression on his face, his brows wrinkled in concentration.

"But how do we get into the Potter Vaults without them knowing?" Then, as if he only had thought about it he nearly screamed. "Wait! did you say Vaults? As in plural? As in multiple?" The painting nodded, which looked kind of odd because of the painting itself not being created by a magical artist.
"Yes, multiple. The Potters where a powerful - magical as political - family. Light as a family can be." The older explained, while Harry, still listening, walked through his room over to his beautiful owl Hedwig. He then proceeded to comb mildly though her soft white feathers.

"So we need to get to Gringotts one way or another. Without them noticing." Harry murmured, the snowy owl watched his every step with interest, while his painting nodded silently. A grin crept onto Harry's face which turned even bigger when a plan formed in his head. "Padfoot, I got a plan." Then he turned around to his godfather. Said person - or disembodied spirit in a painting - finally saw his bright green eyes glistered once again like shining emeralds. "Then let's hear it." He grinned back. So Harry told him what he would do. "Well we could take the cloak of Invisibility and slip out of the backdoor. Meanwhile Hedwig should go hunting so uncle Vernon does not get any ideas with her." As simple as it was it was good and had only one flaw.

"What if Moody is in charge today?" Asked Sirius, eying the window suspiciously.

That one was a push down, they both began brooding while Hedwig nibbled the black haired ones ear affectionately.

"Well, you could get out of the painting and try to take a look at our surroundings." Suggested Harry, that got Sirius ruminating until he vaguely nodded. "I could, but it is rather tiring. I can only do it once today, alright?" Harry nodded, so his godfather closed his eyes and when they opened again all movement stopped. Harry could not do a thing until the old dog returned, so he took out his novel once again, plopped down onto his bed and began reading.

Half an hour later Sirius Portrait became alive again. He now looked pretty damn sleepy, even for a possessed painting. The black haired boy looked curiously at the gray one who yawned long, which, as he had no hands, looked weird. And, as there was no throat painted behind the mouth, the half sitting boy stared oddly at the picture. "Well", began the once black haired man, "the one currently watching the house is Mundungus Fletcher. He is lying under the bush at the front. Sleeping. Only half his body is hidden under an invisibility cloak, looks as if he is drunken again."

"A wonder aunt Petunia did not find him already." Murmured Harry as he stood up, still remembering Dung from the last time they had met. "So we literally could walk out of the front door." He concluded to which his painted godfather nodded in return. Harry moved to his desk on which his snow owl cleaned her feathers with her beak, when the boy reached out with his fingers she looked up, her huge golden eyes followed her owners every movement with her amber eyes. Again he began stroking her white gown gently while his painted godfather watched him curiously.

When Harry turned around again, after watching the window, there was a grin slowly creeping onto his face getting bigger with every second, until his face looked as if it was split in two parts. "Then lets just do that Padfoot." The old dog in a painting began to smile as well, his godson was just as much of a Marauder as his godfather and his father. "Well, then you should let Hedwig out. Grab your invisibility cloak, your wand and", he paused shortly, looking at the junk of his pup until he continued,"and you might as well want to pack your stuff and hide it. I have a weird feeling about your relatives."

The young boy only nodded, trusting his godfathers sixth sense. He first filled his trunk and, with no other idea where to put it, hid it under the bed and then went to let his owl out of the window. "Fly, go hunting until we come back from Gringotts." The black haired teen instructed her softly and let her fly out after she clicked her beak positively. Then he grabbed his invisibility cloak, his wand and Sirius portrait, tugged them into his pockets - the painting inside the hidden poked of his jacket. Smiling he got ready and looked up to his room door from his shoelace binding position on his bed.

"Then let's go."

Óla Chikoritas,

I hope you enjoyed this chapter too :3
Hope Sirius and Harry are not too OOC if something catches your eye let me know. I am not going to call Harry Prongslet in this Fanfiction. At least not seriously, he is not his father and thus should gain his own nickname, it was cute when he was a baby.

So this is the second Chapter I had originally uploaded, only slightly altered and hopefully without major awful errors.

Oh, and I shall try to upload twice a month, if not twice, then at least once each month from this chapter onward.
So there will be one more chapter this month, because these first two are the originals. I do this whole thing all on my own, research takes shit tons of time, then writing and re-reading the whole thing at least twice so I am sure this is at least a bit decent to read does take time too. Of course I had a year to prepare this thing properly after the first upload so I have at least the first Story Arc written to the TJ. Details for everything afterward are there too, though I still need to type them down. My baby (Laptop) is running his gears hot every time I work on this Fanfiction - which is a lot lately - so please be little lenient if me and my baby can't come up with two chapters a month. Can't have my only means to communicate with me Chikoritas melting down on me...

yours,
Berry

Fun-Fact: Many of my close friends consider me rather Slytherin,when I took the test on Pottermore a few years back I ended up a Gryffindor. Is it not even more sly to be deemed courageous instead of straight ambitious? Which House are you in? Which do you consider yourself?