19/9/24

We come to a simple old fashioned two floored cottage house a few miles away from any nearby houses – the closest thing being a farm barn or two, about 45 minutes drive away - where Harry Potter was lying flat on his back, breathing hard as he tried to get his heart to return to the speed it was supposed to go while he was resting.

Slowly he reached up and rubbed his forehead, gently, around where he had a lightning shaped scar which for some reason had given off so much pain it woke him up.

Reaching across to the lamp on the night stand, he turned it on and put is glasses on, trying to be as quiet as possible so not to wake up Sirius or Remus.

They were in the other room*, but they both had very good hearing and they (well, mostly Sirius) were very protective of Harry and when he hurt himself.

For example, when Harry was helping cut vegetables for dinner and he accidentality cut his fingers a little, Sirius pulled out the big first aid kit, bandaged it up with all the bandages it had and then began to call for an ambulance, before Remus calmed him down and quickly hung up the phone.

He couldn't really blame Sirius for being like this, Harry supposed. After all, the last time he had seen him was when he was a baby, and although it had been a few weeks, he hasn't learnt all the things Harry is capable of doing by himself yet.

As he sat up, the granny-square blanket which had been in wardrobe slipped onto the floor in a heap.

Reaching down, Harry picked it up and set it back on the bed, before getting up and walking over to the window to look out across the fields where the muggle farmers were starting their day and letting their livestock out to graze.

As he watched them, Harry remembered with a smile what had happened for him to be here in the first place.

Last year, Sirius had been a wanted man, but thanks to Harry's friend Jack Frost, Sirius' name had been cleared, and he was able to take Harry as his godson, as he promised he would do if anything happened to James and Lily (Harry's parents).

Unfortunately for the first week, Harry had to return to the Dursley's his horrible relatives who hated anything to do with Harry or magic.

But they were a little nicer this year owing to Sirius being a wanted man for mass murder (despite Harry saying he was innocent, he did mention he was a little mad) and then not knowing when he would be checking up on Harry.

The reason Harry had to go there first, he was told when Sirius and Remus came to collect him, was because they needed to get a bedroom ready – something they had been working on since they left the school at the end of the year.

They wanted it perfect for a growing teenage wizard, and his hobbies.

There was a bookshelf where there were copies of all books of all the ones he had in his trunk, except the one Hagrid, Hogwarts' game keeper and teacher of Care of Magical Creatures, gave him last year 'The Monster Book of Monsters' everyone agreed that there only needed to be one of them in the house.

A little along the wall below that, there was a desk which was covered in paper, parchment, and letters and photos from Harry's friends: Jack, Ron, Hermione, Neville, and even some from Elisa and Annie.

Next to that, there was a stand which held a large bird cage for Harry's pet snowy owl, Hedwig, who was out hunting at the moment.

Next came the wardrobe with three sets of different clothes each, along with his school uniforms and the jumpers Mrs Weasley makes for him for Christmas.

And beside that was his school trunk which sat open with his cauldron, top of the range Firebolt racing broom – now personalized with his name, and reading books sticking out of the top.

The walls were decorated to look like Harry was in a forest, with painted forest creatures going about their days on the walls hiding behind trees, waking up, falling asleep, forging etc, with his bed designed to look like it was made of a hollow fallen tree trunk, with two thirds of the wall mid-air and the ground and the top third and the ceiling being the sky which was marked with different constellations.

The room even had a spell on it so it would do day cycles and at the moment it was slowly starting to become day again.

Smiling, Harry returned to the bed and sat at the edge of it rubbing his scar trying to remember the dream he had been having.

There was an old man, and a big rundown looking house, and a couple of other men – Wormtail and Voldemort Nixon – inside the house who were planning on killing someone... him.

Harry tried to remember everything that had been said, but the problem with dreams was, as soon as you wake up – unless they were good dreams – you start to forget them.

Harry went over to the desk where, after moving Jack's most recent letter aside, he got out a clean sheet of paper and a pencil and started writing all he could remember.

If Wormtail and Nixon were in this dream, it could mean something bad.

By the time he had written all he could remember, the sun was up properly and Harry got dressed for the day.

* They were in the other room together in separate beds - think of it as siblings growing up and needing to share a room

I don't see them as anything but brothers.