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Chapter Summary: Harry gets introduced to magic by wand.
A/N: As always, reviews tend to get me to update faster. I believe it works that way for all authors. xD Especially good reviews, so here's chapter 3.
Chapter 3: Magic is Real
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Sirius and Remus apparated to Hogsmeade and began their walk to Hogwarts, silence reigning between them so as not to disturb the sleeping raven-haired boy in Sirius' arms. Upon arriving, they proceeded directly to the hospital wing where Sirius laid Harry gently on one of the many beds, took off his glasses, and placed them on the nightstand next to the bed.
"Oh, now what is this? …Mr. Black, Mr. Lupin?" Madam Pomfrey, the school nurse, inquired, surprise in her voice, as she bustled out of her office. Sirius sat down in a chair right next to his Godson's selected bed and brushed the boy's bangs out of his eyes affectionately, inadvertently revealing a little of his lightning-shaped scar.
You look so peaceful and relaxed when you're sleeping…how long has it been since you've been able to sleep this calmly? the blacksheep of the Black family thought to himself as he gazed at Harry's young and angelic-like face, hardly noticing Pomfrey.
Remus, who was standing, answered, "Harry, here, is not doing so well, Poppy, and we had hoped you could help him."
"H-Harry? Harry Potter?" she asked in amazement as she reached the foot of the child's bed and looked down at his sleeping form.
"Yes, ma'am," Remus confirmed. Madam Pomfrey nodded once - going into healer-mode, and quickly took out her wand and waved it over the boy.
"Yes…yes, malnourishment, many bruises, my lord! Cuts, scrapes, a cracked rib, dislocated shoulder, and a sprained ankle. My, my, who would do this to a child?" she mused as she looked at the readings her wand was giving her by the different colors it was changing.
"You got all that just by waving your wand over him and some colors?" Sirius inquired, astonished, looking up at her when he realized she was taking her wand out.
"It is a healer's wand, dear, very different from yours," she voiced absentmindedly as she continued to look at her readings.
"You 'will' be able to heal him…won't you?" Remus asked, concern evident in his tone.
"Of course I will…but it will take time to heal everything. Some of the things I can do right now. Like a Healing potion for his shoulder, rib, and ankle, for instance, and of course Nourishment potions. He'll need many of those over these next few days. And I will also provide you with a salve to apply to his bruises for the rest of the week, until they heal completely. It will sting him, though, but it is the only way," She acknowledged with a hint of sadness.
Sirius and Remus nodded understandingly. She waved her wand over Harry again, muttering a few well-chosen words, and his cuts and scrapes closed and healed instantly. With that, she went to her office and brought back two potions: A lime colored one, and light blue-ish one.
"You'll have to wake him," She stated seriously, leaving no room for argument. Sirius nodded sadly and tenderly put a hand on Harry's shoulder, making sure that it was not the dislocated one.
"Prongslet…Prongslet, wake up, kiddo," Sirius said softly, not wanting Harry to wake up frightened.
"You can leave the potions with us; we'll give them to him," Remus whispered to Madam Pomfrey, knowing that seeing a new stranger might scare the boy. She nodded reluctantly, handed Remus the potions, knowing he knew what he was doing, and left just as Harry sleepily opened his eyes.
Blinking a few times, and bringing his hands up to rub the sleep out of his eyes - wincing slightly at the action - , the world came into a blurry view for one Harry Potter. Only for a few seconds, however, for Remus took no time in placing the boy's glasses easily back on his face, bringing the world into a much clearer view.
"You're…still here," Harry said tiredly looking up at the familiar faces.
"Of course we are, Harry. We promised, didn't we?" Remus replied, smiling. Harry smiled sheepishly back, before he moved to sit upright, cross-legged, resting his hands on his knees.
"Where awe we?" the young boy asked warily - not wanting to ask too much…Uncle Vernon had always hated being asked questions - as he looked around the room.
"Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Harry. In the hospital wing, to be exact." Remus explained.
"A…Magic School?" Harry inquired, disbelief in his voice.
"Yes, a magic school, Prongslet. Remus, your dad, and I all attended here. Not to mention your mum," Sirius grinned proudly.
"Mummy and Daddy could do…magic?" Harry asked intently, unable to restrain himself.
"Yep. A Witch and Wizard, just like us," Remus admitted.
"…Me too?" Harry asked, eyes shinning hopefully. Something rare indeed.
"Of course you too, Prongslet!" Sirius assured with a laugh. Harry looked like he wanted to smile; his lips had twitched somewhat upwards, before a thoughtful look overtook his youthful features for a few seconds. A slight frown formed on his lips and he looked down at his hands, bringing them together in his lap.
"Uncle Vernon says magic isn't weel and that you'we a fweak if you do it," Harry murmured sadly as he nervously twiddled his thumbs. They were going to hate him now…he was sure. But, to his surprise, he felt one of the men lift his chin to look directly into their bluish-gray eyes.
"Magic is as real as you and me, Prongslet, and in no way are you a freak for doing it. We're special and unique, and don't you ever let anyone tell you otherwise. Especially if it was that sorry excuse of a man Dursley," Sirius said forcefully, desiring for Harry to understand, but with a certain amount of gentleness, none-the-less. Harry smiled slightly and nodded.
"Could…could you do some?" Harry asked tentatively.
"What? Magic?" Sirius replied as he stood up. Harry nodded vigorously; his emerald eyes alight with excitement.
"Easy!" Sirius grinned like a child as he took out his wand. "Accio Potions!" he said and the two potions in Remus' hand flew smoothly into Sirius'.
"Wow," Harry whispered in awe.
"You'll learn too, Harry. You'll come here when you're eleven, to study magic, with your own wand and everything," Remus smiled. Harry smiled up at them and both smiled warmly back.
"Am I…coming to live wif you?" Harry asked abruptly, looking worried all of a sudden. The last thing he wanted was to go back to the Dursley's now. If he were to go back after having left…oh…he did not want to think about that…
"That you are, Prongslet," Sirius declared, grinning happily.
Do they…weally want me? Harry thought doubtfully, though a sense of enormous relief filled him at hearing Sirius' words none-the-less.
"Well, erm…wat swould I call you?" Harry asked, shifting nervously.
"Well, James used to call me Padfoot and Remus, Moony," Sirius contemplated thoughtfully.
"Ok..." Harry murmured softly with a small smile.
Padfoot and Moony… He mentally tested the names. Funny names…but he liked them very much.
"We used to call James, Prongs, hence the nickname Padfoot, here, gave you," Remus informed the young boy, who let the first true smile he'd had in a 'very' long time creep onto his face as he leaned against his headboard tiredly.
"Now then, here you go, Prongslet. Drink these," Sirius instructed, uncorking the potions and handing them to Harry. The boy immediately did as he was told - not wanting give Padfoot or Moony any reason to think he was not thankful…like Uncle Vernon always said. The potions quickly went into effect, leaving Harry with a relieved countenance.
"Feeling better?" Remus inquired.
"A wot better," Harry yawned, amazed. "How-?"
"Magic, Harry," Remus said simply, and Sirius nodded.
"I think I'm going to wike magic," Harry replied sleepily as he laid back down. "Thank you…Padfoot…Moony…" the young child mumbled before sleep finally overtook him.
"No…thank you, kiddo," Sirius whispered softly as he ruffled Harry's hair affectionately and covered him up with his blanket. Harry smiled contently in his sleep and slept on.
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A/N: Please Review and tell me what you think. I've got a clear view of where I'm headed with this story but feel free to give advice and tell me exactly what you would like to see. It does help a lot. Reviews – equal - Next chapter so please do so if you'd like to see it sooner!