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I hope you enjoy this story that I got from katie13 (yes another one) that she said that she had never put up on this site.
Chapter 7
"Not needed!"
The old man and woman whirled around in shock.
There, leaning casually against the door frame, stood none other than…..
"Sirius!" The old woman exclaimed both relieved and joyfully and jumped up to hug her grandson. Sirius returned the hug with a smile.
"Still sneaking in the house?" Sirius smiled at his grandfather and nodded, giving the old man a hug which the latter returned. Then, Sirius stepped back and sat down in one of the chairs around the kitchen table. His grandparents followed suit.
"Gram, Papa, how are you?" Sirius asked, breaking the slightly uncomfortable silence that had descended over the room.
"Good," His grandfather answered, smiling.
"Better than you!" This comment came from his grandmother, who was eyeing Sirius thin form and torn and dirty clothes disapprovingly.
Sirius smiled at that. God, he had missed those two people, "True….." he admitted.
'Gram' stood up and walked closer to Sirius, looking at him with scrutinizing eyes: "Skin and bones, I need to feed you up!" she said.
Sirius smiled and hugged his grandparents again.
Yes, he had definitely missed them.
"We need to talk." 'Papa' said as soon as everyone was seated around the kitchen table again.
"About what?" Sirius asked, curiously.
His grandparents eyed him both sternly and sadly.
"Young Harry, of course," 'Gram' said, quietly.
Sirius perked up immediately, excitement and joy, but most of all relief shining in his eyes. "You have him?"
His grandfather nodded and smiled at Sirius' obvious happiness: "Yes," He just said.
"How is he?" Sirius stood up and leaned across the table anxiously, willing his grandparents to say that Harry was fine.
"First of all, Sirius," 'Gram' said sternly, "Sit down."
When Sirius had sat down again they started to answer his questions.
"How come you already have him?" Sirius asked curiously.
"Mr. Smith brought Harry here." 'Papa' said, "In quite a state, too."
Sirius was practically squirming in his seat with anxiety: "Where is he?" He asked urgently.
"He is upstairs, sleeping," 'Gram' said quietly.
"I should wake him!" Sirius jumped up again and was already halfway through the kitchen, when his grandfather laid a firm hand on his shoulder.
"No!" he said, pulling Sirius back to the table.
Sirius struggled a bit, wanting- no, needing- to see if his godson was alright: "Why not?"
"Because of what Vernon Dursley did to him!"
Sirius stopped dead in his tracks, letting himself be pushed back into a chair by his grandfather. Fear was starting to rise inside him, leaving little room for anything else.
"What did he do to him?" Sirius whispered hoarsely, throat constricted. Horrible images began to flash before his mind's eye.
'Gram' put a soothing hand on her grandson's arm, sensing his troubled thoughts: "That, we will not tell you- but you can take his breakfast to him after you have eaten, if you wish to."
Sirius nodded, silently, and helped himself to some scrambled eggs and bacon.
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