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Chapter 2: Prongslet
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"What if he doesn't like me, Moony?" Sirius asked his friend uncertainly as they walked up Number 4 Privet Dr.
"He's Prongs' Son, Padfoot! Of course he'll like you!" Remus reassured him. Sirius gulped nervously and nodded.
Remus reached out and rang the doorbell. They heard pounding, running, slamming, and shouts of, "Get in there boy!" before a fat purple faced man came to the door.
"Yes?" He asked annoyed at having visitors at this unearthly hour of 9:00 A.M on a Saturday. Sirius who already did not like this man got an extra feeling of foreboding as he glimpsed inside the house.
"We're here to see Harry, sir." Remus said, being the politer of the two.
Mr. Dursley all of a sudden looked edgy and nervous.
"H-Harry? There is no H-Harry here, sirs. Good-bye." He stammered, hastily trying to close the door. Sirius reached up and stopped the door from closing, anger getting the better of him.
"Why how dare you!" Mr. Dursley said out-raged, still trying to close the door on them. Sirius whipped out his wand with his free hand and pointed it directly at Mr. Dursley.
"We know he's here, Dursley. And you'll let us see him or regret it for the rest of your meaningless life." Sirius said dangerously. Mr. Dursley's eyes contracted with sudden fear.
"Y-your one o-of.../them/." He stuttered fearfully. Sirius merely smirked, glad that Vernon understood.
By this time Remus had also whipped out his wand and was also pointing it at Mr. Dursley.
"I'd move if I where you Dursley, you don't want to give us more reason to hex you into oblivion." Remus said uncharacteristically menacing. Mr. Dursley quickly backed away and ran for the kitchen.
"Careful Moony, I'm rubbing off on you." Sirius said grinning at him. Remus smirked.
"Don't full yourself into thinking you're the only one who is furious with these Muggles, Padfoot." Remus said truthfully. Sirius nodded understandingly, and with that they entered the house.
All 3 Dursley's now coward in the kitchen as the two wizards searched ever inch of the house. Not one picture of Harry hung on the walls, not one indication said another child lived here. And that was not helping the intensifying foreboding that was filling the two men. When they were sure they had checked every nook and cranny and found nothing they returned to the kitchen.
"Where is he?" Sirius asked furiously, trying to suppress his rising panic. The Dursley's seemed too scared to speak.
"Fine, have it your way." Remus said calmly, hiding his anger and panic better than Sirius, but having it none-the-less. "Petrificus Totalus." He said, wand pointed at Mr. Dursley, who became as stiff as a board and fell face first onto the floor. Mrs. Dursley screamed terrified as she covered her mouth and Dudley fainted at the site.
"How unlike you, Moony." Sirius said shocked that Remus actually did such a thing to a Muggle...for truth be told Sirius had wanted to do it first.
"He...deserved it." Remus said through gritted teeth.
"Tell us where Harry is now or the next spell will be much worse." Remus told pale looking Petunia. She fell to here knees next to here son and husband fearfully and pointed past the two men toward the stairs. They both whipped around and for the first time saw a cupboard underneath the staircase. There seemed to be faint whimpering coming from inside. They shared a last worried look, a last nod, and then rushed to the locked cupboard door and got on their knees in front of it.
How could they do this to a child? Sirius thought furiously. James's son no less!
"Alohomora." Whispered Remus and the door swung open.
There sat, arms around his knees, holding them to his chest, face in them sobbing silently, Harry James Potter. To say the least, Sirius and Remus were thunderstruck at the sight. The boy wore torn clothes, and had innumerable bruises, cuts, and scrapes. From what they could see of the top of his head, he had Raven-Black hair that was extremely untied. If it wasn't for him being so small and thin they could easily have mistaken him for James. They would have been like twins if James where still alive. Harry was practically James's clone.
There chests tightened at the thought of their late friend and how this boy was going to be a constant reminder of him to them from now on. But this was the last connection to James they had and they weren't going to lose him. Harry had obviously been severely mistreated, they could easily tell. A hatred rose in the two friends that they hadn't had since Peter Pettigrew escaped, but it was overcome by the worry they had for their new charge.
"Harry?" Sirius said gently, stretching out a hand to touch the boy.
Harry's head shot up and he recoiled from the touch as though he had been hit. They instantly realized that his tearstained face and bright Emerald Green eyes, shining with tears, were fearful. They noticed the one thing of James's Harry didn't have, his eyes. He did not have the hazel eyes of his father but the emerald eyes of his mother, Lily Potter.
"It's alright Harry, we aren't here to hurt you." Sirius said soothingly. This didn't seem to un-tense Harry at all, on the contrary he tensed more as though expecting a blow.
"The Dursley's won't hurt you ever again Harry, we're going to take you away from here." Remus said gently. Harry looked at them incredulously. No one had ever spoken to him so softly before, only in his dreams. He wanted desperately to believe them, they seem so nice, but no, no one was ever nice to him. He was a freak and it was only a matter of time before these men realized it and did the same to him that Uncle Vernon had. How could these men truly be here to rescue him? It seemed too unlikely.
"W-who are y-you?" Harry asked fearfully, as he slowly let go of his knees.
"I'm Sirius Black, and this is my good friend Remus Lupin. We were close friends with your parents." Sirius explained, smiling warmly.
Could they really have been friends with my mum and dad? Harry thought curiously. Harry smiled slightly, uncertainly, almost shyly. Sirius and Remus smiled warmly back at him. Harry wiped his face on his sleeve and winced as though it pained him. Both men reached out at the same time, concernedly. Harry immediately tensed again and snapped his eyes shut. Sirius and Remus's hands felt as though they had just touched a wall of blazing hot fire, even though they had actually touched nothing.
"Please...don't hit me..." Harry whispered.
The two quickly withdrew their hands and looked at each other, for they knew that had just been Elemental magic Harry had just preformed. And a high level one at that, the Element of Fire was said to be the hardest to control and the rarest to have.
"Harry...Prongslet, we would never, ever hit you." Sirius said truthfully as he reached out again and too Harry's face gently in his hands. Harry tensed again and Sirius felt that familiar burning sensation in his hands, but he didn't let go. He had to prove to Harry that he was trustworthy. He rubbed Harry's cheeks with his thumbs, soothingly, and finally he felt Harry relax slightly into his touch. Sirius couldn't help but smile.
Harry slowly opened his eyes, which were shining with new tears, and looked into Sirius's as though searching for something. He wanted so desperately to be treated like this, but it seemed too good to be true.
"Remus and I love you Harry. More than you know. Please don't be scared of us." Sirius said almost pleadingly. Harry seemed to have found what he was looking for in Sirius's eyes for he, unexpectedly, threw his small arms around Sirius's neck and sobbed into his shoulder. Sirius put his arms around the child's small frame and hugged him comfortingly. Remus smiled at the sight of the two, fighting the tears that wanted to come to his eyes.
"Don't leave me..." Harry said quietly into Sirius's shoulder,
"Never." Sirius said softly into Harry's ear. Harry tightened his grip around Sirius's neck as though scared of letting go, for if he did he felt it would all turn out to be a dream. Sirius kissed the top of Harry mess of hair, picked him up gently, and both men stood. Harry, who had never been treated so lovingly before couldn't help but love the hugs, kisses and being spoken to so gently. He wanted nothing more but to trust these two men, but he still felt slightly fearful and cautious of them.
As they left the Dursley's house, hopefully for forever, Harry fell into a well needed, relaxed sleep in his Godfather's strong arms.
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A/N: Please review, it makes me want to update faster. Thanks in advanced!
Chapter 2: Prongslet
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"What if he doesn't like me, Moony?" Sirius asked his friend uncertainly as they walked up Number 4 Privet Dr.
"He's Prongs' Son, Padfoot! Of course he'll like you!" Remus reassured him. Sirius gulped nervously and nodded.
Remus reached out and rang the doorbell. They heard pounding, running, slamming, and shouts of, "Get in there boy!" before a fat purple faced man came to the door.
"Yes?" He asked annoyed at having visitors at this unearthly hour of 9:00 A.M on a Saturday. Sirius who already did not like this man got an extra feeling of foreboding as he glimpsed inside the house.
"We're here to see Harry, sir." Remus said, being the politer of the two.
Mr. Dursley all of a sudden looked edgy and nervous.
"H-Harry? There is no H-Harry here, sirs. Good-bye." He stammered, hastily trying to close the door. Sirius reached up and stopped the door from closing, anger getting the better of him.
"Why how dare you!" Mr. Dursley said out-raged, still trying to close the door on them. Sirius whipped out his wand with his free hand and pointed it directly at Mr. Dursley.
"We know he's here, Dursley. And you'll let us see him or regret it for the rest of your meaningless life." Sirius said dangerously. Mr. Dursley's eyes contracted with sudden fear.
"Y-your one o-of.../them/." He stuttered fearfully. Sirius merely smirked, glad that Vernon understood.
By this time Remus had also whipped out his wand and was also pointing it at Mr. Dursley.
"I'd move if I where you Dursley, you don't want to give us more reason to hex you into oblivion." Remus said uncharacteristically menacing. Mr. Dursley quickly backed away and ran for the kitchen.
"Careful Moony, I'm rubbing off on you." Sirius said grinning at him. Remus smirked.
"Don't full yourself into thinking you're the only one who is furious with these Muggles, Padfoot." Remus said truthfully. Sirius nodded understandingly, and with that they entered the house.
All 3 Dursley's now coward in the kitchen as the two wizards searched ever inch of the house. Not one picture of Harry hung on the walls, not one indication said another child lived here. And that was not helping the intensifying foreboding that was filling the two men. When they were sure they had checked every nook and cranny and found nothing they returned to the kitchen.
"Where is he?" Sirius asked furiously, trying to suppress his rising panic. The Dursley's seemed too scared to speak.
"Fine, have it your way." Remus said calmly, hiding his anger and panic better than Sirius, but having it none-the-less. "Petrificus Totalus." He said, wand pointed at Mr. Dursley, who became as stiff as a board and fell face first onto the floor. Mrs. Dursley screamed terrified as she covered her mouth and Dudley fainted at the site.
"How unlike you, Moony." Sirius said shocked that Remus actually did such a thing to a Muggle...for truth be told Sirius had wanted to do it first.
"He...deserved it." Remus said through gritted teeth.
"Tell us where Harry is now or the next spell will be much worse." Remus told pale looking Petunia. She fell to here knees next to here son and husband fearfully and pointed past the two men toward the stairs. They both whipped around and for the first time saw a cupboard underneath the staircase. There seemed to be faint whimpering coming from inside. They shared a last worried look, a last nod, and then rushed to the locked cupboard door and got on their knees in front of it.
How could they do this to a child? Sirius thought furiously. James's son no less!
"Alohomora." Whispered Remus and the door swung open.
There sat, arms around his knees, holding them to his chest, face in them sobbing silently, Harry James Potter. To say the least, Sirius and Remus were thunderstruck at the sight. The boy wore torn clothes, and had innumerable bruises, cuts, and scrapes. From what they could see of the top of his head, he had Raven-Black hair that was extremely untied. If it wasn't for him being so small and thin they could easily have mistaken him for James. They would have been like twins if James where still alive. Harry was practically James's clone.
There chests tightened at the thought of their late friend and how this boy was going to be a constant reminder of him to them from now on. But this was the last connection to James they had and they weren't going to lose him. Harry had obviously been severely mistreated, they could easily tell. A hatred rose in the two friends that they hadn't had since Peter Pettigrew escaped, but it was overcome by the worry they had for their new charge.
"Harry?" Sirius said gently, stretching out a hand to touch the boy.
Harry's head shot up and he recoiled from the touch as though he had been hit. They instantly realized that his tearstained face and bright Emerald Green eyes, shining with tears, were fearful. They noticed the one thing of James's Harry didn't have, his eyes. He did not have the hazel eyes of his father but the emerald eyes of his mother, Lily Potter.
"It's alright Harry, we aren't here to hurt you." Sirius said soothingly. This didn't seem to un-tense Harry at all, on the contrary he tensed more as though expecting a blow.
"The Dursley's won't hurt you ever again Harry, we're going to take you away from here." Remus said gently. Harry looked at them incredulously. No one had ever spoken to him so softly before, only in his dreams. He wanted desperately to believe them, they seem so nice, but no, no one was ever nice to him. He was a freak and it was only a matter of time before these men realized it and did the same to him that Uncle Vernon had. How could these men truly be here to rescue him? It seemed too unlikely.
"W-who are y-you?" Harry asked fearfully, as he slowly let go of his knees.
"I'm Sirius Black, and this is my good friend Remus Lupin. We were close friends with your parents." Sirius explained, smiling warmly.
Could they really have been friends with my mum and dad? Harry thought curiously. Harry smiled slightly, uncertainly, almost shyly. Sirius and Remus smiled warmly back at him. Harry wiped his face on his sleeve and winced as though it pained him. Both men reached out at the same time, concernedly. Harry immediately tensed again and snapped his eyes shut. Sirius and Remus's hands felt as though they had just touched a wall of blazing hot fire, even though they had actually touched nothing.
"Please...don't hit me..." Harry whispered.
The two quickly withdrew their hands and looked at each other, for they knew that had just been Elemental magic Harry had just preformed. And a high level one at that, the Element of Fire was said to be the hardest to control and the rarest to have.
"Harry...Prongslet, we would never, ever hit you." Sirius said truthfully as he reached out again and too Harry's face gently in his hands. Harry tensed again and Sirius felt that familiar burning sensation in his hands, but he didn't let go. He had to prove to Harry that he was trustworthy. He rubbed Harry's cheeks with his thumbs, soothingly, and finally he felt Harry relax slightly into his touch. Sirius couldn't help but smile.
Harry slowly opened his eyes, which were shining with new tears, and looked into Sirius's as though searching for something. He wanted so desperately to be treated like this, but it seemed too good to be true.
"Remus and I love you Harry. More than you know. Please don't be scared of us." Sirius said almost pleadingly. Harry seemed to have found what he was looking for in Sirius's eyes for he, unexpectedly, threw his small arms around Sirius's neck and sobbed into his shoulder. Sirius put his arms around the child's small frame and hugged him comfortingly. Remus smiled at the sight of the two, fighting the tears that wanted to come to his eyes.
"Don't leave me..." Harry said quietly into Sirius's shoulder,
"Never." Sirius said softly into Harry's ear. Harry tightened his grip around Sirius's neck as though scared of letting go, for if he did he felt it would all turn out to be a dream. Sirius kissed the top of Harry mess of hair, picked him up gently, and both men stood. Harry, who had never been treated so lovingly before couldn't help but love the hugs, kisses and being spoken to so gently. He wanted nothing more but to trust these two men, but he still felt slightly fearful and cautious of them.
As they left the Dursley's house, hopefully for forever, Harry fell into a well needed, relaxed sleep in his Godfather's strong arms.
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A/N: Please review, it makes me want to update faster. Thanks in advanced!
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