"I think I might know who could have made this ward schematic."
"Who was it?" Mrs. Tonks asked in mild curiosity.
"Lily, of course," Sirius answered with a smile, "she was always into archaic and abstruse stuff. It would be so like her to have created this ward so that she could protect Harry beyond the grave. Dumbledore must have twisted it somehow," Sirius growled out as his anger towards that old man kept on building up with every action of his.
"What was the other thing you wanted to mention?" Sirius asked, as he put thoughts of the old man in the back of his mind. He will deal with that meddling old fool one day but now wasn't the time, his godson came first.
"This scar of his," Mrs. Tonks said as she pointed to the lightning bolt on Harry's forehead. "As you might know already cousin, this isn't a normal scar at all. Right now I am getting a lot of malicious and dark intent from it, too much really to brush it off as some regular curse. My theory is that where ever those intents are coming from it is most likely has to do with what happened that dreadful night."
"Is it of immediate concern?" Sirius questioned, right now it was looking like those old wounds he had, the poison, and all the stuff Dumbledore did to him was of immediate concern.
"Yes," the mediwitch replied gravely, "like I said before the scar is malevolent in nature and it isn't hostile to just everyone, but little Harry too. I have no idea how his psyche is still intact but he is under constant assault each waking moment."
"Could you remove it?" Sirius inquired, as he was much more attentive now.
"Sadly I can't," she answered with a shake of her head and a slow slump of her shoulder "This is truly out of my expertise."
"Do you have anything more I could go on, cousin?" Sirius asked, as he gazed down at the lightning bolt on Harry's forehead.
"No," the older witch replied.
"Mhm," Sirius said as he mulled over some thoughts.
"Do you know something?" Andromeda asked as she caught on to Sirius's ponderings.
"Yes, but it is some quite damning," Sirius replied as he willed his eyes wanting all these troubles to go away.
"What is it?" Andromeda asked, "If this can help Sirius you should tell me and before you start worrying yourself I strictly keep to my patient confidentiality, even more so for my nephew."
Sighing out loud, Sirius softly spoke as if he did not want anyone to hear what he had to say, "The reason why I brought Harry with me was because he told me that he had a dream in which he saw Voldermort."
Andromeda's eyes widened in shock as she heard what Sirius said, "He is still alive!"
"Yes," Sirius replied with a slow shake of his head, "he is very much alive and well."
"But how..." the older witch stuttered out, "and how could Harry have a vision of him? That can only happen when there is a familial bond or a deep one of husband and wife, parent and child."
"Like I said, damning in all cases," Sirius said with a weary sigh.
"So is that why you came here, to find some answers?"
"Yep," he answered with a nod, "this is one of the largest repositories of magical knowledge in all of magical Britain. So if not here where else would I find the answers I seek."
"Good," Andromeda said as her tone slightly increased in optimism, "You go down there and get started on that right now and I will begin with little Harry's treatment."
Nodding his head, Sirius agreed, "That sounds like a deal!"
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Coming to, Harry slowly cracked open his eyes and finally stirred awake. He did not know how long he was out but this was the most restful sleep he ever had in his life. He really must ask Mrs. Tonks what she used on him because it worked like magic.
Gazing up at the kitchen ceiling, Harry just laid back on the table as he slowly let his muscles wake up.
"I see you are up dearie," the voice of a witch called out.
Turning to face the speaker, Harry came eye to eye with Mrs. Tonks, "Oh, hello," Harry said as he sat up on his elbows and knees. "So how was my diagnostic?" Harry asked.
At that question from Harry, a look of pain crossed through the woman's face but it was quickly gone before Harry could make anything about it or even recognize it was there. "It wasn't too bad, though now I need to administer your shots."
"Oh, okay," Harry said with a nod thinking nothing of that time he was under and what Mrs. Tonks was up to.
"The first one is going to be the Dragon Pox, then I will do the Black Cat Flu, after a quick break we will do the..."
As the mediwitch droned on about all the vaccination Harry would have to take he sort of lost her and his gaze started to drift until his eyes landed on a mirror right above the counter.
The individual that was staring back at him was one that looked similar to him but was of different frame, stature, and looks that it couldn't be him. However when he touched his face the person in the mirror also touched their face.
As Harry's suspicions mounted, he touched his head, then his chest, legs, ears, and even down below. The person mirrored all his acts perfectly until Harry came to a sudden realization, that the person in the mirror wasn't someone else, but HIM!
"Mrs. Tonks what happened to me?" Harry asked in a tone close to the edge.
"Ahh," the older witch said, no answer forthcoming at all since just made up a false excuse moments ago.
Seeing no response coming from the witch Harry asked, "Where is Sirius?" Giving no time at all for the woman to reply, Harry quickly got up from the table and slowly backed up from the room. "I think I will just go find Sirius," he uttered as he turned around and at full sprint ran down the hallways.
Right now his mind was brimming with a thousand thoughts, did his face get stolen? Did Mrs. Tonks do some sort of magical experiment on him? All dark thoughts overflowed to the top and the only thing that was of hope to him was finding Sirius and getting answers from him.
As Harry cut through a corner, he came face to face with the old, testy house elf, "Kreacher," Harry shouted as he came to a pause, "Where is Sirius?"
"Oh, the brat is now speaking to Kreacher as he stands there as bold as brass."
Losing patient with the creature, Harry barked out, "I do not have time for your games Kreacher. Tell me where Sirius is right NOW!"
As Harry shouted that command, the house elf flew 2 meters into the air then slammed against the wooden wall with a bang. It stood there in mid-air as it wiggled and wrangled, clawing at its neck. Harry realized it was chocking and he hurriedly ran over to it to give some assistance. However, as soon as his anger disappeared, the house elf slumped to the ground wheezing and coughing.
Harry looked down at his hands then around the hallway and that was when he connected the dots and realized he did that. He wondered to himself when did he become some sort of Darth Vader doing the force choke?!
Shaking his thoughts away, Harry bent down to help the House elf but as soon as he went over to touch it, it recoiled in fear. Thinking better of offering some assistance Harry stepped back and let the creature get up onto its own two feet.
Once the House elf was able to collect itself, it perfunctorily answered Harry's question, "You may find Master Black in the family's library, Lord Potter."
"Where is that?" Harry asked, taking note of the 180 degree flip the house elf completed.
"Down this hallway to your left and take a right at the bend, Sir."
"Thank you," Harry said with a nod as he ran off into the distance. This unexpected display of magic kept on adding to the mystery, he really had to find Sirius before he somehow brought the house down on all of them.
Coming to a stop at a dark elegant mahogany wooden door with a symbol of an open book and a wand acting as a bookmark, Harry swung the door open and entered the library. Immediately the first thing that struck him was how dang big the place was, rows upon rows of books littered the room which was three grand floors. Harry looked over the landing, he was on the second floor looking for Sirius but it was like trying to find a needle in a haystack since the place was so large.
Climbing down the stairwell that led to the first floor, Harry walked down the rows upon rows of bookshelves keeping his eyes out for his godfather. Coming to a clearing with a large tome set on a pedestal, Harry found Sirius combing through the humongous tome.
"Sirius" Harry called out as he ran up to the man.
The older wizard turned his gaze away from the large tome and spun around on his feet until he came face to face with Harry.
"Sirius," Harry called out again as he came to a stop in front of the man, "You won't believe what happened to me!"
"It seems like I am already looking at it" Sirius uttered as he pointed towards Harry's face.
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