Chapter 2: Sirius' Dilemma

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The house elf named Dobby came to thank Harry for taking care of the danger at Hogwarts, and Harry managed to find a way to free him. He had him return the diary, which he had kept, to Lucius with a sock in the book. When the man discarded the ruined book, Dobby caught it and popped away.

He immediately went to Harry, who took him as his elf. With Dobby around he wasn't lonely at the Dursleys. That and his chores were always done. The main issue with being there was Marge was coming to visit and Harry did not want to be here.

Harry's birthday had just passed a few days earlier. He received presents from his friends and celebrated with his elf friend quietly at midnight.

"Whys don't yous just bes catching the Knight Bus and being going to Diagon Alley?" Dobby asked, when he whinged about it to his little friend. "Then yous don't have to bes here when the mean lady is being here," he said, putting an adjusted shirt in Harry's trunk.

They had been fixing all of Dudley's clothes to fit Harry. Waste not, want not, and all that. Harry never saw the need to spend money on a new wardrobe when he had serviceable clothes. All of his cousin's stuff was expensive things. They were just too big.

"I can do that? What's the Knight Bus?" Harry asked, picking up a pair of jeans and putting them on so Dobby can make them fit his frame. Dobby snapped his fingers and they shrunk to just the right size. Snug, but loose enough in all the right places.

So the elf explained magical transportation to Harry and they made plans to leave that very night. Once the lights were out, and the Dursleys were asleep, the two of them snuck out under the now teenage boy's invisibility cloak.

Dobby could have popped him there, but where was the adventure in that?

It was a clear crisp night, with a waning moon. There was no one on the streets, and all the lights were out, but the streetlights.

They got three blocks away when Harry was bowled over by a large black stray dog. It seemed very happy to see the boy. It lay on top of him and licked his face, exuberantly. Then it seemed to recollect itself and barked happily and ran off.

"What a strange dog," Harry said, getting up and dusting himself off. He grabbed his trunk and called the Knight Bus. Dobby made himself scarce, there was no reason to pay for a house elf that could pop himself anywhere.

The ride was terrifying. Harry was sure they were going to get caught by the muggles with the way the bus jumped the sidewalks, but they never were. When they got to the Leaky Cauldron, he was thankful to be on solid ground again. Though he did learn that the mass killer, Sirius Black, had broken out of Azkaban.

He and Dobby had a great rest of the summer in Diagon Alley. Harry got to spend a lot of money on things he did and didn't need. Like new robes, school supplies, and Chocolate Card Frogs, and other assorted candies and foodstuff. Dobby did keep him from being overly exuberant. He really didn't need two brooms anyway.

Ron and Hermione joined him at the Leaky, right before school started and they got their school supplies. Well, just the books for Harry. Hermione got a pet, a half-kneazle named Crookshanks, and Ron got tonic for his rat. Harry wondered if there was anything he could get Isobel. He didn't think they made glasses for basilisk.

Then he had an epiphany.

"Dobby," he called right before bed the night before he was due back at Hogwarts. When the elf popped in, he said, "Can you go to a charity shop and go to the glasses bin and grab a hand full of spectacles? Leave some money at the till." He reached into his trunk and pulled out some five-pound notes. He figured twenty pounds would be enough, and if it was too much, well, it was charity, wasn't it.

"Dobby can," Dobby said, looking confused for a minute. Then his confusion cleared up as he read his master's wishes, much like reading his mind. He took the muggle money and popped away. Around ten minutes later, he popped back in with fifteen pairs of glasses in his hands. "Dobby is getting many different kinds," he said, pleased with himself.

"Great, Dobby. Put them in my trunk, please," Harry said, pleased with the acquisition. Maybe those will help Isobel. He just had to figure out how to get them to stick to her magically resistant scales. "Goodnight, Dobby," he stated with a yawn.

"Goodnight, Master Harry," Dobby said, snapping his fingers causing the candles to snuff out. He then popped away to where he slept.

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After almost missing the train, they were finally safely in a compartment. Ron and Hermione were arguing quietly over their pets of all things. They didn't want to wake the sleeping teacher. Harry was just thinking that his pet would eat both of theirs and that would solve both arguments.

The train slowed down and stopped, and it got cold. The lights went out and Neville and Ginny came into the compartment. There was growing concern from everyone. The professor woke up and bid them to be silent, while making a flame in his hand.

That's when the dementor came in. Harry remembered hearing a woman scream and then passing out. He woke up feeling like a fool, but with everyone worried about him. He was very embarrassed, not even shy Neville fainted.

They made it to school and Harry was further humiliated by being pulled aside by the nurse. He finally made it to the feast and sat next to Ron. He was going to visit Isobel the first chance he got. He was going to see if she could eat the dementors. Especially, when Dumbledore announced that they were stationed around the school.

That night, when everyone was asleep, he snuck out under his invisibility cloak to Myrtle's bathroom. He'd learned her name last year when Isobel said she had killed her. Thank Merlin she wasn't there. Down the sink, through the door, and into the chamber. "Isobel?" he hissed, looking around for the snake.

A loud thump was heard and a crash as the basilisk came around the corner from where she had been napping. "Mother fucking son of a bitch," came the docile tones he remembered. "Harry, you sorry son of a whore, it's about time you showed back up," she said, coming into view. She slammed into a pillar and shook her head to clear it. She moved closer and ran into Harry, knocking him down.

"Ouch," Harry said, then switched to parseltongue. "Is your eyesight worse?" he asked, calling Dobby to him.

Dobby popped in, saw the eyes of the basilisk, and then was promptly petrified.

"Dammit," Harry said, picking up his friend and moving him away from the snake's eye line.

"I don't think it's worse," Isobel stated as she moved and rammed her head into the same pillar. "Okay, maybe a little," she conceded.

They only had to wait ten minutes until Dobby was okay. "I is being sorry," Dobby cried as he came too.

"It's alright, Dobby. It wasn't your fault," Harry said, going to his friend. "Can you go and get the glasses I had you get?" he asked the little guy.

Dobby disappeared and reappeared seconds later with a sack full of spectacles. He promptly was petrified again.

"Shite," Harry said, taking the sack and moving Dobby once again. "That's going to be a problem. Will your vision turn deadly if we fix it?" he asked Isobel.

"Yes," she said, moving away from the house elf further.

"I don't want that to happen. Is there any way to prevent that?" the teenager asked, rummaging through the sack, and pulling out the first pair of glasses. He took his glasses off and peered through this pair. He could sort of see through these and figured they might work for her. He put his back on and put the other pair on the ground and enlarged them with his wand.

"I have a second eyelid, I can bloody well control which bitches I kill," she said, a hint of pride in her voice.

Harry levitated the glasses up and held them in front of her eyes. The problem was they were shaped for human eyes. So, he set about reshaping them to curve to her face. They elongated and smoothed out. "How's that?" he asked, placing them on her face.

"I can see better, but not very far away," she stated, then the glasses slid down her face and to her mouth. They then started melting as the acid of her venom came in contact with them.

"That's going to be an issue," Harry said with a sigh. He took them off her and banished them. He did the shaping with the next pair, only this time added a strap to the arms so they would stay secure on her head. That worked a little better, but they slid backwards since she really didn't have a defined head.

They finally found a pair that worked relatively well. Dobby had woken up by this time and was keeping his distance.

"Dobby is thinking Spellotape will be working. I will go and get some," he said eagerly. He seemed very much like he wanted to be gone. He reappeared and this time far away from his master. "Dobby has it," he called to Harry.

"Great," Harry said, jogging to where the elf was. He took the tape and went to Isobel and used copious amounts to hold the spectacles to her head.

"That fucking itches," she said, though she was marveling at the improved eyesight. She looked to where Dobby was and instantly petrified him.

"Dammit, Isobel, why did you bloody well do that?" Harry said, going to Dobby and moving him behind a pillar.

"Because I fucking can," she stated, not the least bit regretful. "At least I didn't kill him. Besides, I need to see how long it lasts," she added, a note of wistfulness in her tone.

"Do you think you're getting weaker with age?" Harry asked curiously. He came back to her and laid a hand on her scales.

"I'm over a thousand fucking years old. Of course, I'm getting weaker with age," she said with a sigh. "I think that last girl was my last death victim," she sobbed, like it was the end of the world.

"No, you still have your venom," Harry said, trying to appease her.

She just continued sobbing and Harry continued trying to cheer her up. Fifteen minutes later Dobby was okay, making Isobel sob harder. Her glasses fogged up, which didn't help her disposition. Dobby cleared them up with a click of his fingers, and the two non-snakes left.

Harry returned every day to cheer his friend up, and it was working, now that she wasn't running into walls. She had taken to following him in the halls between classes. Her commentary about the students was hilarious.

"I have a mass killer after me. They've posted dementors around the school," Harry said a week later, finally getting around to telling her.

She whipped her head around and smashed her nose against the wall. "Shite," she said, "You mean to tell me, that they put those Merlin bedamned demons around a school full of children?" she ranted, her eyes narrowed to slits.

"Yes," he said, rubbing her aching nose.

"I'll fucking kill them all. I'll just swallow them up and shite them out one by one," she swore, moving around the room and swaying back and forth in agitation. "I'll eat their entrails and wear them for garters," she continued, making more and more colorful threats.

"Can you eat a dementor?" Harry asked, hoping she could. That would solve a lot of problems.

"No, they can fly out of my reach," she said with a sad sigh. "But I can kill them with my gaze," she said, perking up, then deflated again. "Well, I used to be able to."

"You can still petrify them," he said, patting her coils in a consolatory manner.

"Yeah, but not for long," she said, sighing again. She wasn't getting over getting old.

"Think of it as a prank. It'll scare the bejesus out of them," the teen said, getting excited over the prospect of doing that to the demons. "You can go and do it to them nightly. Just sneak up on them and 'wham', they are all just floating there petrified." He started giggling at the thought of the scary dementors just hanging there in midair doing nothing.

"I can do that," Isobel agreed, perking up a bit at the thought of that. They planned it a bit more, then Harry had to leave.

The next morning, Dumbledore stood and addressed the student body. "The dementors were found petrified this morning. I do not know who is pranking them, but it is very dangerous, and I beg you to cease and desist," he said solemnly, looking over his half-moon glasses like they should all know better. "These are very deadly creatures that will retaliate," he persisted, looking at all the confused faces, trying to ascertain who the culprit was.

Everyone was looking at their neighbor, whispering about who would be stupid enough to go near a dementor. Even Harry didn't bat an eyelash in guilt. He was whispering to Ron that it might be the twins. The twins were looking at Harry, since Michael Corner had been found that way last year and Harry had been the one who found him.

"Very well then," the old man said, sighing in resignation. "You would do well in heeding my words," he stated and sat down on his throne.

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Isobel didn't heed the old man's words and the dementors were petrified every night. Because of that, they stayed far away from Hogwarts. They never ventured near any part of the school, not even the quidditch pitch. The students felt a lot safer.

Unfortunately, that let one Sirius Black into the castle sooner than he thought he could get in. He was roaming the halls of the school, trying to figure out a way to get into the Gryffindor dorms when he ran into the giant bloody snake.

'Is it wearing glasses?' was his thought before he was instantly petrified.

"Harry," came the hissing voice of Isobel, waking Harry from a sound sleep. "Wake the fuck up," she persisted.

"What?" he asked, groggily, grabbing his glasses.

"I just petrified a fucking dog. I don't want to eat it because it bloody well smells like you," she said, moving away from the dorms. "I didn't know you owned a fucking dog," she stated, upset that he had yet another animal besides the owl.

"I'm coming," Harry said, sleepily getting out of bed and slipping on his slippers. He was confused because he didn't own a dog.

"This way," Isobel said, moving along and careening down the pipes. She still bumped into the walls, but not near as often as she had before.

There in the middle of the hall was a dog with one foot up like it had been about ready to run.

"I do know this dog," Harry said, circling the mutt. "It jumped me before I got on the Knight Bus." He wondered what the dog was doing at Hogwarts. There was a niggling at the back of his brain, like he should know this dog from a long time ago.

"Do you want me to eat it?" Isobel asked, sticking her tongue out to sniff it.

"No, I think there's more to it than I know. Let's get it to the Chamber," the teen said, grabbing the head and dragging it along. Just then the petrification wore off and the dog started struggling. Isobel looked at it again and it went stonelike. "Thanks."

It took a lot of shoving and pushing, and a few more petrifications, but they took the dog to the Chamber of Secrets. There they waited for it to come to. Isobel made sure to stay out of range, which was considerable now, and she did have more control with her glasses.

The dog woke up, for lack of a better description, and turned into a man.

"Ack, Sirius Black!" Harry yelled, running, and hiding behind Isobel.

"Wait!" Sirius yelled back, jumping, and hiding behind a pillar. "I'm innocent!" he shouted, waving his hands out from both sides of the post. "Please, don't eat me!" he cried, desperation in his tone.

"How do we know that?" Harry asked, from his safe place in Isobel's coils.

She was hissing up a storm. "If you hurt my friend I'll eat you, you sorry piece of shite. Your dead grandfather will feel what I do to you," she hissed as she sat curled around Harry.

"I knew your parents, and you as a baby. I'm your godfather. I would never hurt you, I swear on my magic and my life," Sirius said, panic laced his voice. He was still waving his hands in a 'please don't hurt me' gesture.

"Why are you in the school, if you're not here to hurt me?" the teen asked, peeking his head above the snake's body. He truly wanted to believe the man. He desperately wanted family that wasn't the Dursleys.

"The rat. I'm after the rat," the ragged man said, calming down from fear to anger. "He's the one that betrayed your family and I'm here to kill him," he claimed, lowering his arms, but staying behind the pillar. He turned his back to it and leaned against it.

"What rat?" Harry asked, feeling a sense of dread. He only knew one rat, and that was his best friend's pet.

"The redhead boy's," the criminal said, confirming Harry's fear. "It's missing a toe. The only thing they found of Peter was a finger. Peter can turn into a rat. He disappeared into the sewers after blowing up the street. I swear I didn't kill anyone," Sirius rambled, going a bit incoherent.

"If you're innocent, then you can't kill the rat. You'll need him to prove your innocence," the teen said in a logical tone. "I'll get the rat, and get it to the proper authorities," he swore.

"Can I fucking eat the rat?" Isobel asked, peering at Harry like she wanted to eat something.

"No, I need it to get my godfather free. I'm going to leave him down here, so he doesn't get into trouble. Try not to kill him," Harry said, patting her coils and moving out into the open. "You can come out now," he told Sirius.

"You're a parselmouth?" the dogman asked, not moving from behind the pillar. He wasn't sure what to think about that. Neither James nor Lily were parselmouths.

"I am," the boy confirmed, wondering how the man was going to react.

"Is your basilisk going to kill me?" the other man asked, still keeping hidden. He was just going to have to accept it.

"No," was all the answer he got.

Sirius took a deep breath and stepped from behind the pillar and was promptly petrified.

"Isobel!" Harry shouted, looking at his unrepenting snake.

"Oops," she hissed, unconvincingly.

Harry just sighed and waited for it to wear off. When Sirius recovered, they sat and talked. It took around a half an hour to hash out what to do, and Sirius wasn't completely onboard with the entire plan.

"What do you mean, I have to stay in these chambers? How will I eat?" the dogman asked, affronted at being told what to do by a kid. He was the adult, after all.

Isobel froze him again.

Harry called Dobby and asked him to keep Sirius fed and went back to bed. It was going on three in the morning. He was going to be dog tired in classes as it was.

The next day, the students of Hogwarts were convinced that Sirius Black was dead and haunting the school. Why? Because his voice was heard in the Hall arguing with nothing.

"Go that way, you ruddy snake," was heard to be said. Then a great thumping. "I swear when I find that godson of mine, I'm going to tan his hide," was something else heard. "No, don't turn there. Go that way."

Harry heard, "Why did I let this motherfucker on my back? Listen to me, you ignoramus, Harry is my friend. He is not going to fucking let you out. I can't fucking believe I'm doing this shite." And other such things.

No more was heard after that, and it was soon forgotten. Harry went to the Chamber later that night, with the rat in hand. Well, in a cage. He felt bad for Ron and promised himself that he'd buy him a new pet for Christmas, or rather Yule.

"What do we do with him?" he asked the two occupants.

"Kill him," they both said.

"I can't do that," Harry said with a sigh.

Isobel looked at the rat and it froze.

"Damn, fucking shite," she hissed, banging her head against the wall. "I can't even kill a bloody rat," she cried, still abusing her head.

"That's a good thing in this case," Harry said, petting her behind the eyes, mindful of her glasses. He scratched around the Spellotape. He knew it itched there. "Who do I turn him in to?" he asked Sirius.

"I don't know. I've been in prison for twelve years," the ex-con said, scratching his unkempt beard.

"Dobby," Harry called and waited for the elf to show.

Dobby popped in far away from Harry. "What can Dobby bes doing for Harry Potter, sir?"

"I need to turn this rat in to the proper authorities, but I don't know who that is," the teen explained. "Oh, and can you get some grooming gear for Sirius? He looks like a convict," he asked, looking at the deranged appearing man.

"Dobby is thinking that Amelia Bones is being who yous is needing to be writing," the elf said, tapping his chin in thought and then smiled and snapped his fingers and a grooming kit appeared at Sirius' feet. "I is being waiting for yous to be asking," he explained.

"Thanks, Dobby," Sirius said, picking up the kit and moving away to use it.

"Get him some clothes too, Dobby, please," Harry said, going to an alcove in the wall and placing the cage there. "Can you bring me some writing utensils?" he asked, dreading having to write a formal letter, but needs must.

"Dobby will," the elf said and popped away.

Parchment, ink, and quills appeared at Harry's feet, and he sat and started writing. When he was done, he had Dobby take the letter and cage to Amelia Bones.

Sirius was presentable again; he was also frozen. He said something to piss off Isobel. He did that a lot.

"What did he do this time?" Harry asked, tapping his statued godfather.

"He made fun of my fucking glasses," she sniffed, narrowing her eyes at the man as if to set him on fire with her gaze.

"Well, I like your glasses," the boy said, petting her nose.

"Thank you, Harry," she said, curling around him in a facsimile of a hug. She squeezed a bit, but not too much.

"I have to go. Ron and Hermione are getting tetchy about how much time I'm spending away from them." He hugged her body as well as he could and moved to the tunnel that led to the bathroom. It was the only exit, besides the one to the forest, which they hadn't shown the dogman yet. He had long ago learned to call up stairs. As he climbed them, Sirius unfroze and begged to be let out.

"Come on, Harry, let me out," he pleaded, scrambling up the stairs after his godson.

"No. As long as you are a wanted man, you're safer here," the boy said, stopping before the exit but not opening it. "If all goes as planned, you'll only be here a few more days," he added, tapping his hand on his leg in frustration.

"I'll be in my dog form," Sirius stated, his eyes in puppy-dog form.

"Which you told me Professor Lupin knows," Harry pointed out. He looked behind Sirius, causing the other man to turn and freeze. "Thanks, Isobel," he said, and exited the Chamber.

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A few days later, it was the full moon and Isobel once again woke Harry. He went to the Chamber to see what was bothering her.

"That fucking mutt of yours ran off into the forest," she bitched, moving to that exit.

"What? Why would he do that?" Harry asked, riding on her head.

"He heard a werewolf howl and said something about a Moony and took off towards the sound," she explained, moving swiftly through the trees trying to find the two canines before the dementors did. There was a howl to the right, so they turned and went in that direction. Isobel saw them first and petrified the werewolf before it could hurt Harry.

"What did she do that for?" Sirius asked, turning back to his human form.

"So he didn't hurt me. Come on, let's get him back to the Chamber," Harry said, casting a levitation charm on the frozen werewolf.

"I can't believe that senile old shriveled up pecker is hiring werewolves to teach now," the basilisk was hissing as Sirius climbed behind Harry. "I'm going to petrify his prick right off his body, and make him eat it," she promised, making more threats as they continued back to the chamber.

Harry kept Lupin dangling in front of her, so every time he revived, he'd see her and freeze again.

The dementors kept well out of her range, knowing they would be frozen if they tried anything. They did circle the group the entire way back though. Harry thought he really needed to learn the Patronus Charm.

"Why not just leave us out in the woods?" Sirius wanted to know. He'd been having a great time, running around with his old friend. It had been like old times.

"Because of the dementors and the students like the Weasley twins," Harry explained as they finally got into the Chamber proper, putting Remus down in a position where he was always in Isobel's line of sight. "Those two would sneak into the woods to see a werewolf," he stated, knowing they had no self-preservation.

"Oh," the dogman said, sliding off Isobel and making sure to divert his eyes. At least he knew a way out of this chamber now. He wasn't stuck here.

"Sirius, seriously, you need to stay here for a few more days. Is it really that hard?" Harry said to his difficult godfather.

"No, I guess not," the man said, slumping his shoulders in defeat. He really didn't want to be frozen again. He knew the ruddy snake would do it to.

"Good. I'm going back to bed," Harry said, petting Isobel as he passed her. "Goodnight," he hissed at her.

"Do you want me to keep the werewolf frozen all night?" she asked, zapping him again when he stirred.

"Nah, let them run the pipes," Harry suggested, a creepy smile played his lips. That would set the kneazle among the nifflers.

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The next morning there was gossip about a new poltergeist. There was moaning and howling heard throughout the whole school last night, along with the barking of a dog, of all things. It was the talk of the student body and staff alike. No one had slept well during the night the noise was just too much. Well, Harry slept like a log, and so had a few others, but most had been woken by the racket.

The newspaper came and Peter Pettigrew's picture was plastered across the front page. The article claimed that he was still alive and guilty of all the crimes that Sirius Black had been imprisoned for. There was talk of exonerating Sirius, but there needed to be a trial for Pettigrew first. That would take a few days.

Harry was shocked, trials took months, if not years, to happen in the muggle world. Magic moved things along a lot faster.

Remus was sitting at the staff table looking confused and wary. He kept glancing at Harry, which the boy was ignoring. When breakfast was over, the professor came to the table and said, "Mr. Potter, can I speak to you a moment?"

"Of course, Professor," Harry said, gathering up his bookbag and joining the man at the doors.

They walked to the DADA classroom and Remus closed the door. "What the fuck happened last night?" he said uncharacteristically.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked, a bit of laughter in his tone. He could hear Isobel in the walls listening in. He wondered if Padfoot was there too.

"Why did I wake up in the Chamber of Secrets? Why was I with Sirius Black? Why was there a basilisk? How am I still alive? And why did Sirius say I had to ask you about it all?" the man rambled all his questions out at once.

"I took you there to protect the students. He's innocent. She lives there. She's harmless. It's a secret," Harry said in order, ticking them off on his fingers.

"I'll show you fucking harmless," came Isobel's voice as the room rattled. She slammed her body against the walls. "I'm the deadliest fucking snake in the world," she said, anger in her tone. "One drop of my venom and your fucking dead."

"Merlin be damn it, Isobel, stop that," Sirius could be heard saying.

"What?" Remus said, twirling around the room looking for Sirius and what caused the vibrations.

"They're in the walls," Harry said, pinching his nose in annoyance.

"Oh," was all the werewolf could say to that.

"Go back to the chamber," Harry called to the walls, using English.

"I'm fucking angry with you, you bastard. Don't go around telling people I'm fucking harmless," Isobel said, though she did start slithering off.

He was going to have to make it up to her. He turned back to Remus. "Even if you are taking Wolfsbane, you are still a danger to the students. I know two that roam the forest at night," he said, rubbing his hand down his face. "I thought you locked yourself up there?" he questioned, waving to the office door.

"I usually do, but last night I felt like running for some reason," the professor confessed with a sheepish expression.

"Nevertheless, that is why I brought you to the Chamber," Harry said, not willing to debate the idiocy of such a move.

"Thank you," Remus stated, glad he had.

"Can you teach me the Patronus?" the teen asked, changing the subject.

"I can," was the answer, and they discussed the where's and when's of those lessons. Harry left feeling accomplished and went to talk to Isobel. He explained why he said what he said, and she accepted it and they moved on.

"Harry, see if you can shrink Isobel," Sirius said, one day as they were waiting for his exoneration.

"What? Why?" the teen asked, taking out his wand and pointing it at the basilisk.

"So you can take her with you when you go back to the muggles," his godfather said, picking up a rock and tossing it aside.

"Aren't you taking me home?" Harry asked, lowering his wand.

"I'll probably have to do a whole battery of tests first. It'll be months before I'm cleared. Once that's done, I'll come and get you straightaway," Sirius promised.

Harry slumped his shoulders but aimed his wand at Isobel and stopped. "Isobel, is it okay if I try to shrink you?" he asked, not wanting to cast magic on her without her permission.

"It won't work. My scales are magic resistant," she said, sadly. She really wanted to see the world with Harry. That and she wanted to pay back his relatives for their harsh treatment of her friend.

"Let me try," Harry insisted, raising his wand again. He flicked and swished and flicked again and called out "Reducio." Nothing happened, so he tried it again, this time in parseltongue.

Isobel shrunk down to about six feet long, her glasses shrunk with her. "Yes, watch out motherfuckers, Isobel is coming for you," she hissed as she wound her way up Harry's body.

Harry staggered under her weight, and he tried to shove her off. "You're too heavy," he complained, giving her a push.

"Are you fucking calling me fat?" she asked, in a tone all women used with that question.

"Yes," he foolishly said.

While the two of them argued, Sirius cheered and jumped up and down with excitement. Now his godson had some protection besides a house elf. Sure, she could only stun and petrify, but it was better then nothing.

It came to pass, that Sirius was freed and did have to submit to St. Mungo's for treatment in order to get custody of Harry. Harry learned the Patronus Charm and he got Ron an owl for Yule. When the end of the year came, he returned to the Dursley's with Isobel and Dobby in tow. It was going to be an interesting summer.