Walking up the stairway with Sirius behind him and Hedwig swooping up above, Harry went to his room then switched on the lights once he was inside.
"Alright let's move it," Sirius called out from behind Harry.
"Sure." Harry replied he then whispered to himself, "But it's going to take a while." Hastily picking up his clothing which laid about on the ground in messy piles, Harry bundled them up then tossed them in his trunk.
As he was doing that an arm reached down and picked up one of Dudley's hand me downs, "What is this?" Sirius asked in a deadly serious tone.
"Ahh, some of my clothing," Harry answered back as he blushed in embarrassment. The garments were items too wide to fit him, so when he wore them they were very baggy on him like he got a shirt several sizes too big.
"Leave them," Sirius stated in a tone leaving no room for argument.
"But, but..." Harry stuttered as numerous questions filtered through his mind but mainly what was he going to wear?
Before Harry could argue anything, Sirius waved his wand in a gesture signaling the use of a spell then suddenly every article of clothing lit on fire. "Just get your school supplies and broom, I will take you shopping so that we can upgrade your wardrobe and have proper clothing."
"Alright," Harry said, as he saw no point in arguing any more since whatever there was literally got set on fire. After his luggage got reduced to a bare minimum, packing up everything else was a lot easier now.
"Wait," Sirius called out as he held Harry's divination book in his hand, "You take Divination?"
"Yeah," Harry replied with a shrug as he took the book from Sirius's hand and tossed it into his trunk.
"Lily would so kill me if she ever knew that I let you take such a worthless subject," Sirius whispered to himself as a look of fear crossed his face.
Hearing what Sirius said Harry perked up, rarely if ever do people talk about his parents in front of his face, whenever they do, it is usually to tell him how sorry they are for his loss. Nobody ever really wants to hear that, what Harry really wanted is actual facts about them, who they were, what they liked. So when Sirius mentioned them, Harry wanted to know more thus he asked, "Really?"
"Yeah," Sirius replied as he had a far off look on his face, "She would have made you taken Ancient Runes and Arithmancy."
"Well, I can speak to Professor McGonagall about changing my courses from Divination into Ancient Runes and Arithmancy," Harry stated, coming to a decision on the spot, if his mother would have wanted that for him then he was all for it. "I think she would really love that, she does have a great dislike for anything that has to do with fortune-telling as she likes to call it, plus Professor Trelawney as well."
"Mhh," Sirius said thinking over that thought while he rubbed his chin, "You will be a year behind, but I can get you caught up."
"You too took Ancient Runes and Arithmancy?" Harry asked in surprise, Sirius did always look like the students who would want to coast by just like he and Ron did.
"Yep," Sirius answered with a grin as he read Harry's thought, "And so did your father as well. All purebloods are required by their parents to take those two courses."
"Why?" asked Harry, curious to know the answer.
"Well for starters it has to do with Enchanting and Spell crafting, you need a pretty good understanding of runes to enchant whatever item you need and you need Arithmancy to create new and powerful spells. Also, these two subjects are used in great effects for Warding, understanding ancient languages, predicting the weather, and all sorts of stuff."
"Wow." Harry simply said, if he had known that beforehand he would have been one of the first ones signing up for those two courses. That more than anything really went to show how little he knew about the wizarding world. Pureblooded children truly have an advantage over muggleborn children, Harry wondered what other small mistakes he made just like this one. He really wished that there was a handbook that covered everything you had to know about wizarding culture and traditions, though he could only wish.
Finishing packing up his school supplies, Harry closed his trunk then grabbed Hedwig's cage which she had long ago got in so that it would be much easier to carry her. "Alright, I am ready to go," Harry announced as he turned to face Sirius.
"Well, then let's quickly get out of here," Sirius said as he headed out the room. "I do not want to stay in this place for a moment longer."
Harry could wholeheartedly agree with that so he quickly rushed over to catch up to Sirius.
Passing by the Dursley' who were still transfixed on the couch, Harry blankly stared down at them and quickly moved along. Right when the two wizards reached the front door, the handle slowly turned in its place. Harry and Sirius paused in their places as the entrance swung open and Dudley came into view.
At just the age of 17 he had dropped out of high school and rarely came home. When he did he was either high on whatever drug that kids were using these days or drunk on his feet.
And he had totally transformed from the fat little piggy he was before... okay he didn't but Dudley put on some muscle after giving boxing a try. And after hanging out with his punk friends, he got his ears pierced with a fake gold chain around his neck, a pair of sport jerseys on and shorts falling down his knees.
All three blokes stared at each other until finally, Dudley broke the silence by uttering in a shrill voice as he pointed towards Sirius, "You're that wanted criminal who was on the telly!"
"I am," Sirius answered back as he gave a wicked grin. "What of it, little piggy?" he asked, as if daring the fat young man to say anything.
Stuttering in cohesively to himself, Dudley slowly took a step back, then a couple more until he was right up against the front door. Finally just as he was seemingly starting to fuse himself to the door, as if it would really help, Petunia called out in a wavering voice, "Dudley, dear, please come here to mommy."
The two adult Dursley' stood fixedly at the mouth of the living room with worry and anger written all over their face. For the first time, Dudley seemed to have a bit of intelligence as he looked up to Sirius for permission. Sirius angled his head towards the Petunia and said, "Run along, little piggy to dear old mommy, and do let me see you again" then he gave a snap of his jaws which got Dudley moving like never before.
Without another word, Sirius seemed to have telekinetically swung the door open with a wave of his hand, and Harry quickly followed in his wake.
Once the two wizards were some distance away from the Dursley' house, Harry spoke up, "Wow, just wow!" the young wizard exclaimed as he didn't even have the words to describe what happened today.
"You just put them in their place like some domineering pureblood." Harry declared, giving away a compliment freely.
However instead of having the intended effect that Harry expected, Sirius's face slowly contorted scowl. Harry quickly took notice of that and realized who or what he just compared Sirius too, a bigot pureblood. Stammering out a quick response, Harry tried to clarify himself, "I did not mean it like that. I just meant you were awesome out there."
"I know you did not mean it like that, pup," Sirius answered back with a sigh, "But there really is no escaping what I am."
Seeing the depressing turn that the conversation had taken, Harry tried to steer it in another direction. "Anyways," Harry said, hating himself for taking the direction this way, but if it would be taking Sirius's mind of his family and blood status, Harry would do it. "How did you know that the Dursley were treating me poorly?"
Patting Harry on the back, Sirius softly spoke, "I had a true harpy of a devil for a mother, so you could say I am an expert when it comes to emotional abuse and could distinguish at ease."
Turning his head to face the man who was his Godfather Harry realized that they were alike in more ways than one.
Carrying on with what he was saying, Sirius declared, "I promise you, pup, I will make up for all the lost time we had and you will never have to go back to that place whatever Dumbledore and anyone else has to say."
Once he heard the older man's promise Harry's heart started to swell and he nearly started to burst into tears of joy and relief.
"Anyways," Sirius pronounced as his tone took on a much cheerful tone, "It would be just like the good old times."
"What do you mean?" Harry asked.
"Well just like you are doing right now, I ran away from home and moved in with your father and his parents. Ahh, those were truly the best of days!"
Nodding along, Harry suddenly asked, "Whatever happened to my grandparents?" this was the first that he was hearing about his father's parents, they surely would have done a lot better job raising him than the Dursley' did.
Sighing sadly to himself, Sirius replied, "They died just before you were born succumbing to Dragon Pox."
"Then it seems like I am the only Potter remaining alive," Harry spoke out loud his thoughts as he quickly came to that grim reality.
Silently and comfortably patting Harry on the shoulder, Sirius spoke softly, "You and me both, pup, you and me both."
Thanking Sirius for the comforting solace, Harry got back to the matter at hand, his nightmare. "So you said we will be going somewhere to get answers about my nightmare, right?"
"Yes," Sirius answered as his tone took on a more darker timbre, "We will be visiting my old home."
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