Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or his world that honor belongs to JK Rowlings, but I'm changing things around to fit the way I would like to have seen things happen.
Warning: this chapter will have spanking of a young teen in it. I am not going to be describing the actual spanking, but I will be letting it be known it happens and up to and after it as well. I know there are those who don't believe in spanking children and I'm sorry if this offends you and I realize that when I started this story there was no warning about possible spanking included but this did start out as a one shot with the possibility to become a two-shot not a chapter story. But I will warn you now if this story continues on into Harry having a life more spankings will most likely be in the future. It will not be a spanking every chapter story, but we all know Harry gets into a lot of trouble.
I believe as old-fashioned as the wizarding world is that spanking would be a normal part of a child's home life and can even give two examples from the books to back this up, though I will say I consider both example more abuse than a spanking, but if Arthur Weasley would resort to what I consider abuse on a seven year old spankings would be the norm.
Examples: In book three PoA, the chapter The Marauder's Map Ron comments that - "Seen the Fizzing Whizbees, Harry?" said Ron, grabbing him and leading him over to their barrel."And the Jelly Slugs? And the Acid Pops? Fred gave me one of those when I was seven — it burnt a hole right through my tongue. I remember Mum walloping him with her broomstick." - To use a broomstick on a nine year old child I consider abuse. And in book six HBP chapter A Very Frosty Christmas - 'Fred and George tried to get me to make one when I was about five. I nearly did, too, I was holding hands with Fred and everything when Dad found us. He went mental,' said Ron, with a reminiscent gleam in his eyes. 'Only time I've ever seen Dad as angry as Mum. Fred reckons his left buttock has never been the same since.' - Now a spanking that makes a kid say 11 years later that he still doesn't think his left buttock is the same is abuse for a seven year old child. Don't get me wrong I would have spanked him too, but not to such an extent for a seven year old and I don't care how old or what he did I would never use a broom on a child. But I feel that this does show spankings are part of a wizarding child's life.
Again you have been warned so please no flames about it because I will not let you offend me on this as I'm also old-fashioned enough to believe spankings are a way to teach a child that there are painful consequences before they do something to get themselves killed or locked up for their mistakes. I was spanked as a child and I know I was never abused but that I was loved enough that I was worth the effort to try to keep me safe. And just fair warning DO NOT ATTEMPT TO SAY ANYTHING BAD ABOUT MY DADDY, because that is the one thing that will make me take offense to a review.
Sorry for the long AN but wanted to give a thorough warning.
Chapter 4 Confrontations
Sirius Black was sitting in the Great Hall enjoying his dinner after spending the last several hours reminiscing with his childhood friend Remus Lupin. They had only talked about their first six years at Hogwarts though since it was two weeks into their summer holidays after sixth year that Sirius and James had gotten together, and Remus didn't remember any of the couple being together. They had decided they could talk about the rest after Remus got his memories back the next day, but still they had laughed and carried on like the boys they had once been while the Founders watched from their portraits. Sirius still couldn't believe how much Granddad Godric and Grandfather Sal had laughed at their stories. A few times those two had laughed until they had tears in their eyes much to the amusement of Grandma Helga and Grandmother Rowena. The two women hadn't gotten as much amusement out of the stories as the men, but they had laughed or looked on with fond smiles through the whole time anyway.
At the moment Sirius was listening with half a mind on the conversation Moody and Remus were having about plans for the new SDS class. Moody was asking Remus what he had planned for the DADA class so he could see if he could incorporate any of it into the new class since Remus had, had longer to plan what he was going to do. But even though he was trying to follow their conversation his mind kept going back to the reminiscing he had done with Moony earlier, but this time he was thinking about the summer following sixth year and all that had happened that had changed his life.
He was remembering how he had to spend weeks before school let out begging Dad Potter to let him go back to his parents house, Grimmauld Place the man was determined to keep Sirius away from there because three weeks into the summer after fifth year he had to come and get Sirius from his parents house with two Aurors. Sirius was supposed to have only stayed with his parents for two weeks before going to Potter Manor for the summer. The only reason he went back each summer was to try to reach his little brother and get back the closeness they had before Sirius had started at Hogwarts, but the summer of fifth year his parents wouldn't let him leave, and he hadn't been able to get into his trunk for the two-way mirror that would let him contact James. The first opportunity he had to retrieve the mirror was a week after the time he was supposed to go to the Potters, because he was being kept locked in his room before that. It had taken one call to James after getting the mirror and two hours later before the man he considered his Dad was at the door not only dressed like Lord Potter, but in his official capacity as Head of the DMLE, and he was accompanied by two Aurors who he had stand back when he talked to Orion and Walburga Black, well not so much talked to but threatened them that if they did not let Sirius go with all of his belongings he would have the Aurors take them in on child abuse charges.
Charlus Potter wanted to arrest them so badly, but he didn't because Sirius begged him not to. Sirius was afraid if his parents were arrested because of him Regulus would never speak to him again, since he was the apple of their eye. They had let Sirius go of course, but the fact that they tried to keep him a prisoner after fifth year made Charlus determined Sirius would never go back, but the man really loved the boy he considered his second son and after weeks of letters and floo calls he finally agreed that Sirius could go back for two weeks, but only if he kept his mirror on him at all times and contacted James immediately if they tried anything with him which of course he agreed to do.
But Sirius had no idea that as soon as he got back to Grimmauld Place he would be made to strip and locked in the dungeons for the next fifty-two hours. Those fifty-hours were the worst in his life besides when his soulmate was killed and his baby stolen from him. It was so bad he refused to let himself remember those horrific hours, hours that made Azkaban feel like a nice summer picnic in comparison. It had gotten so bad that the only way he escaped was when he used accidental magic knocking both his parents, though torturers would have been a better description, out cold. Escaping and finding his stuff in his father's study Sirius had fllooed to James's empty house, because the Potters were out for the evening. They came back to find Sirius passed out on the sitting room rug.
The nightmares he endured from that incident were terrible and he always woke to find James sitting by his bedside. It was eleven days later that he had the happiest moments of his life until his wedding day and the birth of his son. Waking from another nightmare to James bending over him in concern Sirius had tried to apologize for waking him yet again, but James wouldn't hear any of it. He never knew why he did it but while looking into James's eyes that close he had reached up and kissed him, for one blissful moment every bad thing to ever happen to him disappeared until he pulled back and realized that he had probably just ruined his friendship with James. James loved Lily after all he knew that and had known it forever.
Sirius had realized Christmas Day fifth year that he loved James with all his heart and soul, but he knew with James loving Lily that he could never let him know or he would lose the closest person in the world to him. And he knew even if he couldn't have James's love like that he wouldn't survive if he lost him out of his life. That thought made him decide to accept what he had and never say a word.
But when he pulled back from that kiss and what he had done hit him he knew he had messed up. Pushing James off of him while apologizing and swearing he would pack and be out in the morning he tried to leave the room, until James had called his name a half dozen times before grabbing him and asking the question Sirius did not want to answer.
"Why did you do that," he had asked in a curious voice.
"I'm sorry, I really am sorry James, you don't have to worry I will leave as soon as it's morning."
"Sirius why did you kiss me," he demanded.
Turning around and looking into the eyes of the man he loved he told him, "because I love you James, I'm sorry you I know you don't want to hear it, but I've loved you for more than eighteen months and I couldn't help myself when you were that close to me. You don't have to worry though, I won't make you kick me out I'll leave on my own."
With that James had jerked him down on the bed and started kissing him hungrily and before long Sirius had taken control of the kiss and the man he loved not even trying to understand why James had done that. Ten minutes of the most amazing snogging later Sirius finally asked him why he did that, and all of Sirius's dreams came true that day when James told him he had realized more than a year before that he loved Sirius as well. It was more amazing when he told him he realized it a couple of days after the willow incident concerning Snape. Evidently not talking to Sirius for those two days made him realize how much the other boy meant to him. He said fearing Sirius's reaction was what kept him from talking to and admitting that he had forgiven Sirius for more than three weeks until his Dad stepped in and made him talk to Sirius again. But he had also decided to keep it a secret. But when Sirius had admitted his love James couldn't help himself and from that moment on Sirius and James were a couple.
The smile that was gracing Sirius Black's face at the time had many wondering what could make a man smile in such a contented way while eating dinner. Over at the Gryffindor table Harry and his friends were watching the man and Hermione couldn't help asking the question.
"I wonder what is making him smile like that."
"Oh I think he is thinking about my Da," Harry answered confidently.
"Why would you think that, Harry?" Neville wanted to know since it seemed so strange that Harry would seem so sure about his Dad's thoughts.
"Because he had that same look quite a few times on his face the last few weeks and when I asked him about it he told me he was thinking about something he and my Da did."
"Did he tell you what," Hermione questioned.
To his friends amusement Harry turned red but explained anyway. "He told me I was too young to hear those kinds of stories, but he told me a different one."
This caused the other two Gryffindors to now be as red as Harry was.
"Oh mate, I really didn't need to know that," Neville complained with a moan.
"Well she asked," Harry exclaimed in defense.
To the relief of the three they were pulled from the conversation and thoughts about Harry's Dad and Da together when Sybil Trelawney came storming through the Great Hall doors and started ranting at the new Lord of Hogwarts.
"How dare you fire me? What gives you the right to come in here and start changing things around? I don't know who you think you are but I will not take this. Do you hear me? I have worked in this castle for fourteen years and you have no right to fire me."
Sirius stood up and addressed the strange looking woman. He could not believe how much she looked like a giant insect was the thought going through his mind but he pushed it to the back before saying," Who are you?"
"You fire me and you don't even know who I am," she spluttered angrily.
"Again who are you?" he demanded.
"This is Sybill Trelawney, the Divination Professor," Minerva told him.
"Ahh... I see. Well the thing is Professor Trelawney I have decided to cut Divination from the curriculum since it is not a subject that can be taught. I would have told you this in person if you had come to the meeting this morning like everybody was asked to do. As for who, I am, I am the owner of Hogwarts so I assure you I can fire you, but I believe the letter I sent to you told you that I was retiring you from the job, since we no longer have that subject here, not firing you. You will receive a nice pension for your services but I will not waste money or the students' time on your subject anymore."
"How can you say that? I have taught many students the fine art of Divination," she protested.
"Professor I did do my research before I decided to cut your class. If you really want me to embarrass you I will tell you and the rest of the Hall what I have found out."
"There is nothing that you found out that would embarrass me," she exclaimed in anger.
"Fine, since you have been teaching here you have had one hundred-eighty-nine students, out of those thirty-nine have received an OWL those consisted of one Outstanding, seven Exceeds Expectations and thirty-one Acceptables. Now out of the thirty-nine students only eight students have went on to try for their NEWTs, and the really strange part about that is the one Outstanding and four of the Exceed Expectation students weren't among those. Not one of your students received a NEWT or went on to do anything with what they learned in your class. I was surprised about the Outstanding student not trying for a NEWT until I found out that the examiner who handled her Divination Owl exam was related to her and then it made sense to me. She really hadn't shown promise in your field but had help by the examiner giving her such a great grade."
"There are real Prophecies, they even have a room full of them in the Department of Mystery," she cried out while stomping her feet.
"Yes I know that, but I also know that more than half of the ones that have expired never came true, and that of all those in that room two-thirds were made by Centaurs and of the other third, half of those were made by Goblins I know that your own ancestor made about one hundred and fifty of those as well and even though she is considered one of the greatest seers of all time she has only had twenty-three of her Prophecies come true with only two left that has not expired. So even of those two come true that would have given her twenty-five true Prophecies and she was born with the gift not taught at school. So I refuse to waste the money and time when these students can learn something that will be useful to them in life."
"You can't do this to me."
"I'm sorry but I have made up my mind on the subject. Like I said before you will be given a pension, but your days of teaching an unteachable subject are over here at Hogwarts."
Crying Sybill Trelawney ran from the room while Sirius sat down feeling like a heel for making her cry, but sure that he really had done the right thing. He knew most students took that class for an easy grade, because all they had to do was guess and they still couldn't pass the exams when they sat for their OWLs. He had done his homework when Harry had told him he had signed up for the class and he had decided it had to go. Hogwarts was suppose to be the finest Magical school there was, but with subjects like that, a ghost professor that put students to sleep, a bullying professor and incompetent ones that wasn't true anymore, but Sirius was determined to make it so again.
Just then he noticed Harry and his friends leaving the Great Hall checking his watch he noticed Harry still had an hour and a half before he was supposed to be in the tower for their discussion, a discussion that Sirius really wasn't looking forward too. He noticed that two identical redheads had followed his son and his friends out of the hall with a determined look on their faces.
"Who are those boys?" He asked Minerva.
"Fred and George Weasley."
This did not make Sirius happy since he wasn't sure that they weren't after Harry because of what happened with their mother and younger siblings last night. Turning towards the portrait of Godric Gryffindor he quietly said.
"Keep an eye on him Granddad, please."
Those that heard him at the staff table were amazed that the Founder immediately left the portrait without a word.
"Sirius why did you ask him to do that," asked Remus.
"Because I want to make sure they aren't going to hurt Harry in retaliation for what happened with their family last night."
"Good thinking Black," Moody growled approvingly.
Regulus was watching what was going on quietly and after watching Godric Gryffindor disappear from his portrait it brought back the rush of memories of what happened after he left the Great Hall at lunchtime.
He had been so lost in his own thoughts when he left the Hall he hadn't noticed that Salazar Slytherin had left his portrait as he was leaving. Thinking hard about whether he should come clean with Sirius with his true identity or not had taken up the time it took him to get to his personal sitting room where he threw himself into one of the three chairs that took up all of the seating in the room. The rest of the room was filled with bookcases, a couple of side tables and a desk of course one of the three chairs in the room went to the desk. He didn't need more than that as nobody had ever been in his private rooms since he knew he could never let anybody get too close to him in case it caused them or him to be killed.
But while sitting in that plush brown chair while the thoughts kept going round in circle in his head for what felt like hours but was probably only about fifteen minutes, he heard a man clear his throat. This had brought his head up in astonishment and truth be told fear as he drew his wand while looking for the intruder seeing none did not make him relax it actually made him even more nervous until a voice came from behind him. He whirled around wand at the ready to see Salazar Slytherin standing in the only painting in the room. The painting was of a bear-sized black dog, a larger than normal wolf, and a stag standing at the edge of the Forbidden Forest, but if you looked close you would have noticed a small spot right on top of the stag's head where the paint didn't quite match the surrounding area this was because at one point the painting had a small grey rat sitting on the stag's head, but he had painted over it when he found out Sirius Black was accused of killing Peter Pettegrew. There had been no doubt in his mind for Sirius to be after that man that he was no longer to be considered one of the friends in the painting. He had painted the painting in Sirius's last year at Hogwarts, but now standing with a hand on the dog was the Head of his old House, and he couldn't help wondering why the man was there.
"Can I help you Lord Slytherin," he asked politely but with confusion clear in his voice.
"Yes, you can tell me why you keep staring after my Heirs the way you do?"
"I'm sure everyone is staring at them Sir since they have caused such a difference in the school in less than twenty-four hours. People are wondering what they will do next."
"That may be true, but that is not why you are staring at them I've seen the almost hungry look of longing you keep throwing their way. Now I want to know why and I won't be leaving this room until you tell me. I will not have my Heirs in danger from you or anybody."
"I mean them no harm," he offered in defense.
"Then explain what you do mean or want," demanded the angry Founder.
"Sir I mean no disrespect but I don't see why I should have to tell you anything."
"Because if you don't I will see that you are kicked out of this castle and never allowed to return," he said with firm conviction.
"Fine if you want to know who I am, I'm Regulus Black, Sirius Black's younger brother. The brother who became a Death Eater at sixteen, but who realized a little more than a year later that I had made a mistake and tried to fix my mistake by trying to help bring the Dark Lord down and almost died in the process," he growled out furiously. "Are you happy now? I'm sure that means you are going to have me kicked out anyway so I'll start packing or are you going to have me arrested with the other Death Eaters?"
"What do you mean you tried to bring him down?" The man asked while ignoring the question.
"I found out he had made a Horcrux. I don't know if you know what that is, but it..."
"I do," he interrupted, "so just continue with the story."
"I had loaned my house elf to Voldemort when he said he needed one, but I had told Kreacher to come back when he was done with him, and it was a good thing I did or Kreacher would have died. When he got back I asked him to tell me what happened and he explained that Voldemort took him to a cave and made him drink a potion that made him feel extreme pain while bringing up terrible memories and after Kreacher had drunk the potion that monster put a locket in the basin and refilled it with the potion and left Kreacher there to die by being pulled under the lake by Inferi."
"I assume that because you ordered him to come back afterwards that was how he was able to escape the Inferi?"
"Yes, I believe so. Then I realized I needed to figure out why he would do that and found out about Horcruxes in the Black Library and a few weeks later I had Kreacher take me to the cave where I took the potion after making Kreacher promise to take the locket in the basin and leaving a fake one I had brought to the cave with me informing the Dark Lord that I was the one to steal his Horcrux and I was going to my grave with the knowledge that hopefully he would be mortal enough to meet his death after my sacrifice. I also ordered him to destroy the original locket, but never tell any of my family what had happened to me. He watched me be pulled under the water by the Inferi and Apparated away."
"Then how are you still alive?" Salazar asked in amazement.
"I had my wand in my hand when I was pulled under and was able to conjure up a water proof fire which drove them far enough away for me to try to Apparate to the other side of the lake, but somehow I actually Apparated past the wards but I wasn't human when I landed."
"What do you mean you weren't human?"
"I had never tried to become an Animagus but when I was lying on the ground near that cave I now had paws, big black paws I noticed before I passed out. When I woke up I was in a muggle place called a zoo. Evidently it is a place they keep wild animals so people can see them without being in danger. I found out that I had turned into a black panther, but I had no idea how to turn back into a human as I had never studied how to change into an Animagus. It took me almost three years before I was able to finally change back one night," he said in obvious disgust.
"You lived as a panther for three years?" was the astonished question.
"Yes in a cage on display for muggles to gawk at, and when I finally was human again and was able to find out what was going on in the wizarding world I found my brother was locked up in Azkaban for murder and being a Death Eater and traitor. I knew this wasn't true so I have been sending letters to Fudge and Dumbledore every month since then to try and get them to reopen his case, because I told them as an old Death Eater, and I knew he wasn't one."
"You have been trying to get your brother released all of this time?"
"Yes Sir as I knew Sirius would never join the Death Eaters. He had made his opinion clear on that from the time he was eleven years old, and I couldn't believe anybody would think he was one or to even imagine that anyone was stupid enough to fall for the idea that Sirius would betray James Potter, and I didn't even know they were bonded soulmates at the time. But Sirius's loyalty to James knew no bounds and anybody who ever knew him should have known that."
When the man in the portrait made no comments for a couple of minutes Regulus Black finally broke the silence. "Are you going to have me arrested or are you going to let me leave in peace?"
"Neither, you aren't going to be arrested, and I need to think on how we will tell Sirius your story, or when I should say so you aren't going anywhere. You are to stay here at the castle and let me think for a little bit and maybe put out some feelers with Sirius about you to see how receptive he is to you being here. I will talk to you tomorrow and let you know how we will work this out so until then don't confront either him or your nephew."
"I don't want to put them in danger if or when Voldemort come backs," Regulus protested.
"No worries about that, but I will let your brother tell you that story when you two talk to each other, until then just keep acting like you have been but maybe not quite so obvious about wanting to get close to your brother or nephew," ordered the Founder.
"Okay I'll wait for you to tell me when I should talk to him," agreed the not so dead ex-Death Eater.
While Regulus Black was remembering about his conversation Harry, Hermione and Neville were climbing the stairs to head to the Library when they heard the sound of two voices behind them saying, "Oi Harry wait up."
Turning around they saw the Weasley twins hurrying to catch up to them, a little out of breath they said in unison, "Harry can we talk to you please?"
Feeling a little nervous because he had never seen the twins so serious, and he wasn't for sure how much they hated him for what happened with their family last night he still said, "sure," before leading them into an empty classroom on the second floor.
As they walked in the twins noticed that Hermione and Neville had also walked in with them, but they never noticed the painting on the other side of the empty classroom. It was a painting of a rat turning into a goblet and back, but it now had the presence of Godric Gryffindor standing beside the table where the rat/goblet was sitting.
"Harry can we talk to you in private?" asked Fred
Noticing the looks between the three younger students George said, "We just want to talk to you Harry."
And to Godric's disbelief he saw Harry nod before telling his friends, "It's okay Hermione and Neville I will meet you in the Library in just a little bit."
The other two walked out before Godric had made up his mind about whether telling Harry that wasn't a good idea. He couldn't believe his grandson had asked his friends to leave when his dad had told him to stay with them. He had a funny feeling young Harry was going to be in trouble for this, and Godric already suspected Sirius was already upset with the boy which gave him a funny feeling his young grandson was not going to have a good evening.
"Thanks Harry," George said.
"We were worried you would be too mad to talk to us," Fred added.
"We just want you to know that we had no idea what Mum, Ron or Ginny were doing," Fred continued.
"And we hope you will still want to be our friend after finding this out." George told him.
Harry looked at the two Weasleys who had done a lot for him from helping him learn to play Quidditch better to rescuing him from his locked and barred bedroom and also always finding a way to cheer him up when most of the school turned against him.
"Guys I was hoping you would still want to be my friend, but I was afraid to hope for it after what happened with your family."
"Harry, you have been our housemate, teammate, friend and honorary little brother and as far as we are concerned nothing has changed that," both redheads said together.
Feeling very emotional Harry assured them, "I feel the same way guys and I'm glad that we can still be there for each other."
To Harry's amazement both of the older boys hugged him before turning to leave after saying, "We'll see you later Harry since we know Hermione and Neville are waiting on you."
"Later guys," Harry replied as he walked out of the room and headed in the opposite direction from the twins. He couldn't help smiling to know he still had some of the Weasleys as friends, but by the time he got to the third floor he was held up again by yet another Weasley calling out to him.
"Harry I want to talk to you," the Headboy said as he got closer. "Let's go in here," he said pulling Harry into another empty classroom while closing the door behind him.
This did not make Godric Gryffindor happy when he realized that the room had no paintings in it for him to enter, and he had not liked the way the older boy had pulled Harry into the room without waiting to see if he wanted to go with him. He had a feeling of dread in his stomach and made his way back to his portrait in the Great Hall.
"Sirius," he called out as soon as he was in his portrait.
"Yes Granddad?"
"The twins did nothing but tell Harry they still wanted to be friends but a boy that I think is their older brother, wearing the Headboy badge, just pulled Harry into a room on the third floor and there was no way for me to enter."
"Do you think he was also wanted to make sure Harry still wants to be friends?" Sirius asked worriedly.
"No, I have a bad feeling about this," admitted Godric.
"I'm sure he wouldn't do anything with Hermione and Neville with Harry," Sirius said trying to convince himself as he stood up and walking away until he heard the next words from his Granddad.
"He sent the other two off to the Library before he actually spoke to the twins so he his alone with this older boy."
"What room on the third floor," he demanded.
"I'll meet you outside the room," he was yelling by the end because Sirius Black was running out of the Great Hall.
Those left in the Great Hall noticed all four Founders were gone from their portraits as they watched Professors Lupin, both Tonks, Moody, Vector and McGonagall all follow Lord Black out of the Hall at a very fast paced even if it wasn't the out and out running that the owner of Hogwarts was doing.
"Of course Potter just has to draw attention to himself," drawled Draco Malfoy while sitting at the Slytherin table.
"I believe that his name is Potter-Black now Malfoy so you might want to remember that, because I for one think Lord Black might not appreciate you forgetting that the Gryffindor is his son," Daphne Greengrass said in a condescending voice.
"Like I care what Black says that blood traitor will get his," sneered Draco angrily.
"You might want to care after all I remember what the man said last night even if you don't," smirked the ice queen of Slytherin.
"What are you talking about Daphne?" asked her best friend Tracey Davis.
"Lord Black told Malfoy's mother that he was the head of her family and well he was talking about my kicking her out of the family. I already am sure he will dissolve her marriage so Malfoy here will be a bastard, and if he kicks her out of the family Malfoy will have no name unless he takes him away from his mother," she explained.
"He wouldn't dare," snarled a furious Draco.
Laughter met this announcement and it was Blaise Zabini who commented, "I do believe after last night that I wouldn't put anything past Lord Black so you might want to be careful because I have a feeling that man will be controlling your life real soon."
Nobody commented though some found it funny when they saw Draco Malfoy, the self proclaimed Prince of Slytherin gulp in fear. Draco himself was wondering if what the others were saying was true. He did hear Black tell his Mother he would be talking to her soon and he was wondering what that meant for him. Potter was sure to have told his Father how much he hated Draco even though it was all Potter's fault for not accepting his hand in friendship on the train there first year, so the man couldn't blame him for their enmity, right. But he had a funny feeling that wasn't actually right after all the man just ran out of here as if the bats of Hell were after him because his son was alone with the Headboy. The one Weasley who acted like he had some sense and was so uptight that it was like he had a stick up his arse, and Black was acting like he was a demon after his kid.
Thinking it might be a good idea to see how Black acted when he thought his kid was in trouble just in case he wanted to try something against the other boy he hurried out of the Hall and rushed up the stairs. He was on the stairs to the third floor when he heard a loud bang which had him running until he came upon the scene where a bunch of Professors were rushing into a room that looked like the door was only hanging by one hinge. Peeking around the corner he was shocked at what he was seeing.
When Sirius Black rounded the corner on the third floor and saw all four founders in a portrait pointing towards a door across the hall from them he wasted no time blasting the door open and entering the room. The sight that met his eyes pissed him off to no end. Percy Weasley had his son by the throat and was holding him off the ground with his hand pulled back in a fist, and it was obvious by the purpling bruise forming on his son's left cheek that he had already been punched once. The man grabbed the redhead's wrist that was aimed at his son's face and pulled it back until he heard a snap as he felt the bones break before snarling like a wild dog.
"PUT-HIM-DOWN-VERY-CAREFULLY-UNLESS-YOU-WANT-ME-TO-
BREAK-EVERY-BONE-IN-YOUR-BODY!"
When the younger boy's feet touched the ground Sirius Black threw the older one halfway across the room by the broken wrist he had been holding before pulling his son close to him and shielding his body from everybody in the room. He was looking around as if the first person to make a move would be hexed into oblivion. The Professors were all talking at once, but one person not saying anything was the blond boy peeking around the corner. His mouth was gaping open like a fish out of water, and all he could think was 'did he just snap Weasley's hand like it was a twig before throwing him across the room into a wall? Is he going to hex the first person that moves like he looks?' Okay Draco, you need to rethink how you are going to treat Potter...no not Potter, but Potter-Black from now on all he wanted to do now was leave, but he was afraid to move in case the man saw him and took his anger out on him.
"Sirius Black I cannot believe you just did that. How could you break Mr. Weasley wrist and throw him across the room like that he is a child," snapped Minerva McGonagall.
Andromeda saw the anger on Sirius's face and could not believe that McGonagall was yelling at him like that. She wanted to go help the older boy, because she could tell he was hurt from the blood leaking from his head, and she had also heard his bones break when Sirius had a hold of his hand. Truthfully she wouldn't be surprised if he didn't have more broken bones because he hit that wall hard, but she wasn't a stupid woman and she knew if she checked on the redhead before her nephew, Sirius would probably hex her into the next century, but she also knew the way Sirius was protecting him with his body if she took a step before Sirius was ready she was also in danger of being hexed especially with McGonagall yelling at him like that.
"EXCUSE ME? Are you seriously yelling at me for defending my child, who is a child, against an adult, yes I said an adult as we both know the boy is at least seventeen to be a seventh year here? A legal adult in our world who put his hands on my child after I specifically told everybody that no one would be allowed to hurt my son last night. I believe I even mentioned something about feeding people that tried to hurt my son to the Acromantula in the Forbidden Forest," roared a furious Sirius Black.
Draco standing outside the door watched in amazement as McGonagall actually seemed to gulp in fear and eww - did Weasley just piss himself? Draco thought that was disgusting but truthfully he kind of felt sorry for the idiot because it really looked like he would be spider chow. To his surprise the new Professor that he knew was a werewolf and he despised for that actually showed he was a true Gryffindor, an idiot to the end, as he stepped closer to the furious Lord Black who he was sure the Dark Lord himself would run from if he was in his presence at the moment, the only reason Draco wasn't was because he had some self-preservation and didn't want to call attention to himself.
"Sirius, you really need to calm down," Remus said in a placating calm voice, but it didn't seem to be working on the other man at all.
"Calm down? Did you see what that little bastard was doing to my son? He was choking him. He punched him and would have done it again if I hadn't stopped him."
"Mr. Weasley will be given a month's worth of detentions for his actions," McGonagall said like this was going to appease the man.
Seeing the reaction to those words Draco wanted to snort at McGonagall's idiocy. Yes she was a dumb Gryffindor, too was the thought going through his head.
"McGonagall if that is your idea of proper punishment for a Headboy that attacked one of the younger students he is supposed to help keep from doing wrong well maybe making you Headmistress was a mistake. I will tell you here and now this Weasley is expelled from Hogwarts, and he shall never be allowed across the property line again and that includes Hogsmeade as well. Moody will you contact Amelia Bones to have her send somebody to take this garbage out of here as he attacked the Heir to ten Noble and Ancient Houses or higher?"
McGonagall looked like she wanted to comment on this but Andromeda Tonks grabbed the woman's arm and pulled her from the room not very gently and said, "Minerva you need to stop now, or we will never get him calmed down enough to check either of those boys out. You need to remember Sirius is very protective of those he cares for and that is his son who was being attacked. He will push this and if you don't get behind him on it he will not let you be the Headmistress and I wouldn't blame him."
"I wouldn't either," said a voice from behind them and turning around they saw Godric Gryffindor looking as pissed as Sirius was and realized he was the one who spoke.
Draco noticed that all three of the other founders also looked furious and all he could think was oh great Potter-Black has more protectors than the Queen of England. He also had noticed that Moody had left to go do what Black told him. He was surprised to see Professor Vector standing there very quietly but looking very angry as well. This was something he wouldn't have expected to see since the man was known to stay away from most people except during class time, and Draco wasn't happy to see that he was the first one who seemed to notice him there. The man was looking at him with a look that he was sure was saying 'I hope you are taking note of how protective he is of his son for your own sake' which didn't make Draco feel very safe at the moment. He was drawn back to the room when he heard talking again.
"Sirius, Harry is hurt you need to let Andromeda look at him," Remus tried in a gentle voice.
This seemed to finally get through to Sirius as he turned towards his son while kneeling down but still keeping himself between the boy and everybody else. Seeing the fingerprint bruises on his baby's neck made him growl as much as the shiner his son was now sporting. He really wanted to turn around and hex that filthy piece of crap that had hurt his Pup, but he needed to make sure he was okay before he did anything else.
"Andi will you please come and check out Harry? How bad does it hurt Pup?"
Draco could not believe the difference in Sirius Black's tone as he spoke to his son and he couldn't help feeling jealous because his Father had never spoken to him like that, Hell his Mother had never spoken to him with so much love and concern in her voice as Lord Black was to Harry Potter...Potter-Black, he really needed to remember that as he definitely didn't want on this man's bad side.
"Hey Harry how bad is the pain," Andi asked as she starting waving her wand over his body.
"It's not too bad Professor Tonks," he told her.
"It's Aunt Andi to you Harry," she corrected him.
"Yes Ma'am," he replied but he was looking at his Dad instead of the woman he was talking to.
The man had one eyebrow up and a look that said you are not seriously going to try to and lie about this are you. Harry had no doubt that was what his Dad was thinking because he had given him the same look when Harry had gotten hurt once this summer and he said he was fine. Harry knew his Dad did not like Harry lying to him about anything, but was even more adamant when it came to Harry's health.
"Are you sure the pain isn't too bad Pup?" asked the man in a sterner voice than he had used before.
"I'm a little sore Dad, but I'll be fine, really," he tried to reassure him.
"Andi how is he?" he asked looking to his cousin for her professional opinion.
"He will be just fine as soon as he takes these two potions and lies down for at least an hour," she informed him as she handed first one potion and then the other to her nephew and watched while he drank both of them.
"Thanks Andi," he sighed in relief before calling, "Dobby."
"Master Sirius called Dobby?"
"Yes Dobby will you please take Harry to his room and make sure he lies down until I get there?"
As the little elf grabbed Harry's hand he exclaimed, "Wait Dad I'm supposed to meet Hermione and Neville in the Library. I can't just not show up they will worry about me."
Looking around Sirius saw the blond boy standing at the door, a boy that he knew was Narcissa's son.
"You're Draco aren't you," he asked him.
Looking like he was terrified that the man was talking to him he said. "Yes Sir."
"Draco go to the Library and tell Hermione and Neville that Harry won't be joining them tonight." he told him, but was confused when Draco and Harry both looked at him like he was speaking a foreign language. "What?"
"Dad they don't like Malfoy and Malfoy doesn't like them," Harry explained hoping his Dad would understand.
"I don't care I didn't ask him to go become bosom buddies with them I told him to give them a message. Now go before I take points from Slytherin for you disobeying a direct order from a Professor."
"Yes Sir," Draco said as he walked away wishing now that he had stayed in the Great Hall. He couldn't believe him, the great Draco Malfoy was being a messenger to Gryffindors, and not just any Gryffindors but Granger and Longbottom.
"Dobby please take him to his room now," he ordered the elf. "I will see you as soon as I get this garbage out of the castle Pup.
He was pointing at Percy Weasley, Harry noticed as Dobby popped them away when they got to his room Dobby stood glaring at Harry until he got in bed after which he smiled and asked.
"Can Dobby get anything for Master Harry?"
"No Dobby I'm fine thanks," he reassured the little elf before closing his eyes as the pain potion was making him a little tired.
Meanwhile Draco was walking into the Library and saw the Gryffindors he was told to give a message to sitting a little ways inside so walking up to them he said.
"Potter...Black won't be joining you tonight," but before he could turn to leave both of the stupid Gryffindors pulled their wands and aimed them at him.
"What did you do to Harry?"
In what he thought sounded like a hiss from the Mud...Granger, remember Lord Black doesn't like that word and you don't want on his bad side Draco.
"I didn't do anything to Potty," he snapped.
"Why don't I believe that," growled Neville.
"I don't have a clue, but maybe because you're an idiot," he replied before turning away from the other two only to come to a halt when he heard Granger say.
"You aren't going anywhere until you tell us what you did to him and where he is?"
Pulling his own wand he faced them again, but before he could say a word he heard somebody behind him clear their throat.
"Now you three wouldn't be planning on throwing hexes around would you?"
"No Professor Vector," Hermione stuttered blushing at being caught holding a wand on a fellow student.
Draco looked around to see the man had indeed followed him and he hadn't even realized it, but he was also angry if he was coming up here why did, Draco have to give the bloody Gryffindors a message.
"Professor if you were coming up here why didn't you just tell Lord Black that you would give them the message instead of making me do it?" In what Draco would never admit was a whiny sounding voice.
"I wasn't going to, but then I realized that trouble would probably come from you passing the message on and it seems I was right especially since you didn't bother to tell them Lord Black asked you to pass the message on." he said with a raised eyebrow.
With a hint of pink in his cheeks at the feeling the man's look gave him he said defensively, "I didn't think it was necessary since I told them the message I was told to give them."
Draco couldn't figure out why this man could make him feel guilty with just one look, but he didn't like it.
"Sir, do you know where Harry is?" Neville asked hopefully.
"Mr. Potter-Black is in his Father's quarters as he was attacked by a student earlier," at the look of concern on the two faces of his nephew's friends he added, "he is going to be just fine but Professor Andromeda Tonks wanted him to lay down for a while so his Dad sent him there."
"What did you do to Harry," snarled Hermione turning furious eyes on Draco.
"Just a minute Miss Granger that is uncalled for. Do you honestly think Lord Black would send the person who attacked his son to tell you about it? Mr. Malfoy has done nothing wrong, and I don't like the way you are treating him. You are very lucky I haven't read the original version of Hogwarts A History yet so I don't know what punishments are acceptable and what isn't for pulling a wand on a fellow student, but I assure you before I leave this Library I will be taking one with me so if I see this sort of thing again I will be able to dish out the proper punishment. Now I want you to tell Mr. Malfoy you are sorry for your unfounded accusations and for pulling a wand on him as well as thanking him for delivering a message to you so you wouldn't worry when your friend didn't show up," Professor Vector said sternly.
"I'm sorry Malfoy and thank you for letting us know about Harry," said a very docile Hermione.
"I also apologize Malfoy for accusing you and thanks for letting us know Harry wouldn't be coming," Neville added.
"Fine," looking at Professor Vector he asked, "Can I leave now?"
"Yes Mr. Malfoy you may go and you are also welcome for keeping you out of trouble," he said with a smirk as the disgruntled Slytherin stalked away.
Regulus Black couldn't help thinking that Draco Malfoy wasn't as bad as he tried to pretend. Hopefully now that his Father was locked up the boy could be saved from following in the man's footsteps.
"Professor please, tell us the twins didn't attack Harry," begged Hermione who was feeling guilty for leaving him alone with them.
"No it wasn't the Weasley twins," he assured her, "but their older brother, Percy Weasley."
"What?" cried the two outraged students.
"That is all I'm going to tell you tonight as I'm sure Lord Black will mention it in the morning at breakfast," he informed them before walking over to Madam Pince to ask for a copy of Hogwarts a History.
Hermione Granger was totally pissed that she wasn't going to get her questions answered again. Why didn't people realize she needed to know things, but catching the way Neville was looking at her made her realize she was acting uppity again and tried to mellow out her look before she got another lecture. She wasn't for sure if she liked this more assertive Neville or not.
On the third floor Andromeda Tonks was healing Percy Weasley when Alastor Moody walked back into the room followed by Amelia Bones and Kingsley Shacklebolt. She had to fix his broken wrist, two broken ribs, a dislocated shoulder and a gash on the back of his head and that wasn't counting all the bruises she had to heal. When she gave him the pain potion she thought for sure Sirius was going to jerk it out of her hands but thankfully Remus grabbed his arm in time.
"What is going on here," demanded Amelia Bones. She was confused since all Moody said when he contacted her office was that Lord Black had a prisoner for her.
"We have had a little trouble Amelia," said McGonagall before noticing the glare Sirius was giving her which had her shutting her mouth with a snap.
"Little trouble is that what you call it?" he snarled angrily at the woman.
Seeing the look the man was sending the other woman Amelia figured she better step in before he hexed her. "Lord Black would you like to tell me what happened?"
"Yes I want this young man arrested for attacking my son. He was choking him and had punched him at least once before I got here and made him let Harry go. He is to be charged with attacking the Heir to ten Noble and Ancient Houses or higher. I want him to be made an example of to let the wizarding world know that I will not allow anyone to harm my son without severe consequences. No matter what anybody else thinks I should do," he finished while glaring at McGonagall.
"Kingsley please arrest Mr. Weasley and let's get out of here for now," she told her colleague before saying to Sirius. "I found something interesting in Fudge's office that I want to show you. I was wondering if I could bring it by tomorrow afternoon so you can look at it."
"That will be fine. Will two o'clock work for you?"
"Yes, I'll see you then," she replied before leaving with Kingsley as he escorted his prisoner from the room.
"Minerva do you want to write the boy's father or do you want me too?"
"I will do it," she informed him.
"Okay I'm going to go check on my Pup. I will see you all later," he added as he left the room.
As he was walking to his room he started thinking about what had happened to his son and he was getting more and more angry again especially when he remembered what Granddad Godric had said earlier. The man had said Harry had sent his friends away so he could talk to the twins and this made him realize that his son had disobeyed him, because he clearly remembered telling him to stay with his friends as well as making sure he called Dobby and had him bring him to where Sirius was if he had any trouble. His Pup had promised he would do that, but he hadn't even called Dobby by the time Sirius made it into the room which meant his son had lied to him again. Damn what had that kid been thinking? He knew he needed to calm down but this on top of the things Hagrid had told him was really making it hard to think objectively.
Walking into the Founders' Tower he noticed the way the occupants of the portrait were looking at him with real concern. This made him take a few calming breaths before he heard Grandma Helga speak.
"Are you okay dear?"
"We know what happened but rest assured Harry and Dobby have been in his room since you sent them back here," soothed Grandmother Rowena.
"Thanks guys but I will be fine, but I do have a question for you," he said while still trying to give him time to calm down before he saw his son. "I know that your other portrait selves were outside that room but how do you know what happened?"
"Oh that is because we know what happens around our other likenesses as well it just takes a different amount of time for us to find out. That is why even though we couldn't travel to our other portraits on any other portrait in here we all knew what was going on at Godric's Retreat even the ones of us that were locked in that warded room. Godric let his other portraits know and he informed us. That is why we all felt like we knew you and Harry before we finally met you," explained Rowena.
"So if something happens in a part of the school where one of your portraits is located you could know and inform me without having to have either one of you travel to another portrait?" he asked.
"Yes and that is why the placement of our other portraits are so particular we wanted to be able to inform those who needed the information as soon as possible," admitted Salazar.
"I think that is great," Sirius told them before saying, "I need to go check on my Pup and have a discussion with him now so I'll talk to you later."
"Sirius please do not be too hard on yourself for any punishment you may have to give your son. We all know it is hard to punish your child, but we have all been through it and truthfully it has to be done to teach your child right from wrong and what is acceptable and not. I have watched you and Harry bond for the last few weeks, and I can tell you are a great Dad even if you seem to be too hard on yourself at times because of something that was out of your control. Harry loves you and he always will, but he does need to know that his life is as important as everybody else's," Godric tried to offer assurances and comfort to the man he considered a grandson and who he respected a lot.
"Thanks Granddad," he said walking down the hall to knock on his son's door which was opened by Dobby with a finger to his lips.
"Shhh... Master Sirius, Master Harry is sleeping."
"How is he Dobby," whispered the concerned parent.
"Master Harry went straight to bed and a sleep Sir so Dobby doesn't know if he is still hurting?"
"Thanks Dobby, Andi says he should be fine by now. I'll take over from here while you go do whatever you want," he said quietly while walking over to sit on the side of his son's bed.
Sirius sat there carding his hand through his son's hair while thoughts of what had just happened to him and also the things Hagrid had told him about earlier ran through his mind. His son, his precious baby had been almost eaten by Acromantula last year because he followed spiders into the Forbidden Forest and only the presence of some magical car was the reason his pup was still alive. The tears quietly started dripping down his face as he realized that he almost had never gotten the chance to see his child again. Still lost in his painful thoughts he didn't realize Harry had woken up until he spoke.
Harry woke up slowly feeling somebody rubbing his head and smiled in spite of himself, because he knew this was his Dad since the man had done this many times the first week they were together to convince himself Harry really was with him. Finally opening his eyes he saw the tears running down his Dad's face and the pure sadness on it made Harry catch his breath in shock.
"Dad are you okay," was the concerned question the boy asked.
Shaking off his thoughts while casually wiping the tears off his face on his robe sleeve the man looked at his son with concern, fear and something Harry could not tell what it was.
"I'm fine Pup," but more importantly, "How are you?"
"I'm okay Dad," seeing the raised eyebrow as if in disbelief he continued, "really Dad I don't hurt at all anymore, I was a little tired when I got back here, but I perfectly fine now."
Harry wasn't for sure if he liked the way his Dad was looking at him, it was almost like he was trying to judge whether Harry was lying to him or not, but before he could ask him about it the man started talking.
"If you are really alright I need you to sit up here so we can talk about some things," he said in a firm sounding voice.
Nodding Harry sat up on his bed Indian style and faced his Dad who had pulled one of his legs up onto the bed so he could turn and face Harry.
"Pup what happened today?"
"Percy pulled me into that classroom and started yelling at me for being ungrateful for all that his family had done for me, and when I told him that they only did it because they were paid well he hit me in the face and grabbed me around the throat lifting me off the floor at the same time. You came in as he started to punch me again." he explained in a rush.
"Now tell me why Hermione and Neville weren't with you," he demanded desperate to see if his son would lie to him.
Gulping nervously Harry replied, "I asked them to let me talk to the twins alone."
"I see... do you remember what I told you this morning before I let you go to meet your friends?"
"Yes Sir," was the quiet answer.
"What did I tell you Harry?"
"To stay with my friends at all times in case somebody wanted to attack me for what happened last night," Harry admitted guiltily.
"Was there anything else?"
"You also told me to have Dobby bring me to you if any trouble happened," he added looking down in shame that he hadn't listened to what his Dad told him to do.
"Kiddo we have a problem here not only did you not do what I said after saying you would, but I found out some things from Hagrid today that make me think that you don't remember the rules I told you I expected you to follow, the same rules your Granddad expected your Da and I to follow."
"I remember the rules Dad," he said while blushing at the tone his Dad was using.
"Tell me."
"I'm not allowed to be disrespectful or to curse. I'm not to disobey you because when you give me an order you have a good reason for doing so. I also am not allowed to go through other people's stuff or take something without their permission. I can't tell lies because then I will get in more trouble than if I told the truth to begin with no matter what it is."
When he didn't continue Sirius prompted, "And your number one rule to follow?"
"I'm not allowed to put myself or anyone else and danger," he responded.
"And what are the consequences for that one?"
Blushing beet red he said."I get a bare bottom spanking," seeing the look on his Dad's face he continued, "and it doesn't matter if I'm thirteen or one hundred and thirty because, you are my Dad and it is your job to keep me safe.
When his Dad didn't say anything when he was done he finally broke down and asked, "Are you going to spank me for today?"
"You mean for sending your friends away and not having Dobby bring you to me?"
"Yes Sir," he whispered.
The man looked at him long and hard before saying, "No but you are grounded to the tower unless you are with me until Saturday morning and if you don't get in anymore trouble between now and then your grounding will end after these four days but if you do you will also be grounded on the weekend."
"But I was supposed to work on my essays with Hermione and Neville," he blurted out before he thought about what he was saying.
He squirmed in his seat when he saw his Dad's eyebrows disappear into his bangs, but breathed a silent sigh of relief when he heard what he said next.
"I figured as much so every day I will walk you to the Library at one o'clock and let you study with your friends. I will pick you back up at four, but I warn you now your Grandmothers will be keeping an eye on you. You don't have to stay within hearing distance, but you have to stay where they can see you and if you leave for any reason they will let me know, and you will not be happy with the consequences of that action. Do you understand?"
"Yes Sir," he said as he noticed the clock beside his bed said a quarter to nine. "I guess I will get ready for bed."
Harry also knew that anytime he was grounded or spanked he was to have a nine o'clock bedtime. That was another of his Granddad's rules as he said the extra time would give the child a time to reflect on what they could have done or should have done differently, but as he went to stand up his Dad pulled him back down.
"Not yet Pup we need to talk about what I learned from Hagrid today," he said sternly. "Harry James did you or did you not tell me you had only been in the Forest once and that you had only met Fluffy once by accident and Norbert, who you talked him into getting rid of, besides Fang of Hagrid's pets?"
"Yes Sir," He said looking like he was heading to the gallows.
"Do you remember why I said you shouldn't lie to me besides it would get you into more trouble than if you told the truth," he asked seriously.
Now looking like he wanted to cry Harry said while nodding, "You said that if I would start telling you lies, you wouldn't be able to trust me when I told you something."
"Is that what you want Harry James for me to stop trusting you?"
"No Sir," he said as a tear dripped down his cheek.
"Is there anything you have to tell me then Harry James?"
"Yes Sir," he stuttered as more tears fell down his face. "I'm sorry please don't stop trusting me Dad, I promise I won't lie to you again."
"Then why don't you come over here and tell me what I need to know Pup," he said pulling his son onto his lap to offer comfort to the heartbroken boy.
Being held against his Dad's chest gave Harry the courage to tell his Dad everything that had happened to him from the moment he had gotten to King's Cross and met the Weasleys. He explained about how he came to be on the Quidditch team first, how he was going for a duel with Malfoy was why they ran into Fluffy, why Hermione was really in the bathroom when the Troll was in the school, and he didn't stop talking until he told about everything that had happened in second year with the whole school turning on him and flying a car to school to ending up in McGonagall's office where he thought he was going to be expelled even though Ginny was the one to open the Chamber and got into no trouble at all which he thought was wrong because she had stolen the diary back from him after she knew there was something wrong with it, and she started writing in it again which caused Hermione and that prefect Percy liked to be petrified.
Sirius Black listened to his son talking about all the times he had almost died like going through those traps on purpose to get the Philosopher's
Stone to going to rescue a stupid girl who could have caused many deaths in the school, and he realized that his son did not put any value on his own life, and that was going to stop here and now. Yes he knew it had to do with what the Dursleys had done to him and that made him want to go kill the idiots monsters, but Amelia had already arrested them by now he was sure so he would have to teach his son a painful lesson that he would not be accepting him doing something so reckless and dangerous ever again.
"Do you have anything else to say Harry James?"
"I'm sorry Dad," he told him and with a resignation as to what was coming he asked, "I'm getting a spanking aren't I?"
"Oh yeah Harry James that is a big definite," he said with a determined look on his face. "But I want you to understand why you are getting a spanking it is because I love you and I will not let anything happen to you. I could not live if something happened to you Harry James, you are my life and I would rather you have a few minutes of pain to help you remember why you are not allowed to put yourself in danger than to lose you or for you to do something to get you in trouble with the law and to be locked in a place like Azkaban."
"But Dad this stuff happened in the past," Harry feebly tried to protest.
"I understand that, but that didn't matter to your Granddad when he found out we had became Animagus in fifth year even though we were eighteen when he found out. He still took us over his knee that night and the next one he did again and when we asked why we got spanked for the same thing twice he said the first was we endangered our lives doing that on our own so young, but the second was because we broke the law and could have ended up in Azkaban over that. Then he registered us but put it in a secret file until after the war was over so we could use it to spy on the Death Eaters but still be protected."
"So I'm really getting a spanking?"
"Yes but I want you to know it is a spanking not like the abuse the Dursleys heaped on you. I hope you see there is a difference and won't be afraid that I'm doing this to hurt you but because I love you too much to lose you. Now unless you have anything else to say let's get this over with so we can put it behind us and start with a new slate."
Standing up Harry said, "I am sorry Dad. What am I suppose to do?"
"You need to drop your trousers and underpants," at the blush that stained his son's cheeks he said, "there is two reasons for that one by doing it yourself you are acknowledging that you are accepting your punishment, and the second reason is to make sure I don't unintentionally spank you to hard. I want to punish you not abuse you and it would kill me if I ever left a bruise on you even by accident. And then you need to bend over my lap."
Blushing a deep red that soon his bottom would be matching Harry pulled down his trousers and pants at the same time before throwing himself over his Dad's lap while wishing with everything in him that at least he hadn't lied to his Dad before, but even though he was dreading what was to come he couldn't help feeling a little grateful that his Dad at least cared whether he lived or died. Nobody else ever did since his Da and Godmother had given their lives for him. He was brought out of his thoughts by trying to keep from making any sounds now that his spanking had started, but to his shock his Dad stopped and while rubbing his back said.
"It is okay to make noise and to cry, I promise I will not think badly of you if you do nor will I add to your punishment if you do. I know this hurts Pup and it really is okay to cry," and then he proceeded with Harry's punishment.
When it was over Harry was crying hard even though he was barely making any noise. Trying to comfort his Baby, Sirius was rubbing his back until the hard crying eased a little before helping him up and pulling the boy's pants back up for him. He then opened his arms for his precious child, and Harry fell into them sobbing now worse than anytime during his spanking all the while saying over and over.
"I'm sorry Daddy please don't hate me. Please don't give me back to the Dursleys. I promise I will be good from now on. Please Daddy, I'm sorry, please don't stop loving me."
"Oh Baby I will never stop loving you, and I will never give you away and Merlin help anybody who tries to take you from me again. Shhh...Puppy Daddy has you and it is all over. You are forgiven Baby please calm down and listen to me," he begged through his own tears. "It is okay Kiddo Daddy has you," he soothed as he rocked his son as if he was still a baby while kissing his messy head that was so like James even though it now was longer more like his own hair.
Sirius Black continued to rock his son until he eventually cried himself to sleep and even then he didn't want to put his child down, but after he had been asleep a good half an hour he finally cast a charm to turn his clothes into pajamas and laid his precious child on the bed before covering him up and kissing his forehead one last time. Sirius Black decided then and there that spanking his son had been the hardest thing he had ever done in his life, and he fervently hoped his Pup wouldn't cause him to have to do this too often, but as he walked out of the room he realized with him being the son of the two worst Marauders that he could hope all he want but it sure had not helped Dad Potter when he had hoped the same thing about those two Marauders.
When he entered his room and sat on the side of his own bed he went over everything Harry had told him and he was once again reminded of how close he had come to never having laid eyes on his Baby again and Sirius Black broke down and cried like he hadn't cried since the night James had died. He cried for at least twenty minutes before he calmed down enough to start thinking about the other parts of what Harry had said. He remembered with anger that Harry had tried to tell McGonagall that he thought the stone was going to be stolen and she wouldn't even listen to him. He thought of all the other things he knew about what she had done like after the boys had crashed a flying car into the Whomping Willow she had sent them to bed without having them looked at. How Dumbledore or her had Harry checked after he had fought a Basilisk even though he was covered in blood. The more he thought of McGonagall's actions and inactions he began to wonder if making her Headmistress was a mistake, and then tonight she thought Weasley should only get a month's detentions after attacking a child four years younger than him. Well he knew for one thing Minerva McGonagall was now on probation and how she acted from now on would decide whether or not she not only remained Headmistress but in this school at all. She had better get her priorities right and fast or else.
Finally getting up and heading into the bathroom for a shower to help calm him down he thought 'I sure hope tomorrow is an easier day.'
Well that is the new chapter. I just want to remind you this is AU (Author Universe) and does not follow canon. The information I gave about Divination was all made up. Sorry but I didn't fall for that even if the two Prophecies we knew about came true. I always blamed both of them coming true more on Dumbledore than that they were true Prophecies and if anyone wants that explained PM me and I will do that.
I hope you enjoyed this and that I didn't offend anyone too badly with the spanking scene. One of the reasons it took so long to write this chapter was because I knew that some would find this offensive but I felt this was needed. Sorry if this turns you off my story, but if so and you were a fan of this story before I apologize that I ruined it for you.