Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Pretty Little Secrets ❯ Rescue ( Chapter 2 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Edited: This chapter was edited in May, 2007.

A/N: Thanks for the four reviews! I am in debt to you four people! You made my day happy. Here's the next chapter. Sirius is alive; he survived the MoM at the end of year five.

Chapter Two: Rescue

Pansy swiftly ran toward the dungeons, her three friends trailing behind her like a strange human kite tail.

`Just like her.' Draco thought.`Impulsive.'

"Pansy, wait up! We don't even know if that letter is real!" Theo yelled after the blond girl.

"You willing to take the chance that it is and do nothing? I have a bad feeling about this." She yelled back.

Draco sped up. Pansy's bad feelings were usually, well, bad.

"She's got a point." said Blaise; out of breathe from running on such a humid day.

More yelling and shouts reached the quartet's ears as they turned the last corner to Professor Snape's private quarters and stopped. Theo rammed into Draco's back while Blaise jogged up to the trio, red in the face and panting.

"I need to work out more."

Nobody heard him as they watched their Head of House have what looked to be, a childish tantrum.

`Why do I have a feeling this has something to do with Potter?' Draco asked himself before looking back at his godfather. The man was red in the face.

"WHY CAN'T THE WEREWOLF AND HIS MANGY MUTT STAY AT THE HEADQUARTERS?!" yelled, no screamed a livid Severus Snape. Albus Dumbledore sighed as he looked at the four grown men. Well, they were supposed to be grown men.

Newly-reincarnated-Sirius Black growled at Malfoy Sr. and Snape before turning to Dumbledore. "I would rather be trapped there than stuck in this castle with these two! I just came here to talk about getting Harry out of that place soon. Not talk to him!"

Theo snorted. "Gryffindor." he whispered to the others.

They smirked in return.

"Yes!" sneered Snape. "Everything is about your precious Harry Potter! The boy is most likely being worshiped at his relatives! LEAVE THE BRAT THERE AND GET OUT!"

"Now listen here Severus, Harry isn't worshiped at his relatives. Quite the opposite, in fact. And Albus invited us here- he usually has his reasons." reasoned Remus Lupin, ever the calm one.

`Not worshiped. Pah! The guy thinks he was born with a golden spoon up his arse.' Draco rolled his eyes as he heard Blaise speak the words "Quite the opposite?" to himself.

Pansy chose this moment to invade, dragging Blaise, Draco and Theodore along with her, but Hedwig got to Sirius first.

"Professor! Draco's just received a letter from..."

"THAT'S HARRY'S OWL!" gasped Sirius and then began to comically shake his best friend. "HARRY WROTE US MOONY! HARRY!"

Dumbledore smiled at the two men as Sirius began dancing around the corridor singing, in his happy little Harry-induced bubble.

`Isthis a Gryffindor thing or a contagious mental illness that man is suffering from? Probably a Gryffindor thing' Draco praised any listening gods that he was fortunate enough to be a Slytherin.

Blaise broke that bubble by saying "ActuallyPotter's Aunt wroteProfessor Dumbledore."

The two marauders stopped, looked at the Spanish-born, British-raised Slytherin and said at the same time "His aunt"?

Pansy nodded. "Yes, Petunia Dursley is signed at the bottom, but that's not the poi-"

Sirius interrupted her. "Tuna! TUNA WROTE DUMBLEDORE? She hates magic. Why is she sending letters by owl?"

"May I have the letter Miss Parkinson?" Dumbledore asked while Remus tried to calm Sirius down.

"Sirius, I'm sure there's a logical explanation for all of this. A logical explanation. Now calm down or you're going to kill yourself. Again!

Snape snorted and said sarcastically. "Pity; and I was so looking forward to the funeral."

"Are you sure?" asked Lucius. "He'd most likely make a mess of it."

This raised Draco's eyebrows.`Did my father just make a joke?' This was the most relaxed Draco had ever seen the man, even with Voldemort gone those thirteen years.

Sirius and surprisingly Remus glared at the two men. Sirius opened his mouth to start another verbal battle with the two former Death Eaters when Dumbledore's voice stopped him.

"Oh dear, it seems that Harry has fallen ill." He didn't seem that shocked. That or he was hiding his shock very well.

Sirius and Remus paled.

"Ill? Wwwhhaattt? Give me that!" Sirius screech-stuttered, before grabbing the letter out of the old man's hands.

Lucius looked at his son and his friends, confusion barely showing through his usual mask.

"How did you four come across this letter? Don't tell me Potter wrote four Slytherins."

Draco shook his head. "That crazy owl just threw it down at our feet and started flapping around like a bloody menace. He'll probably shit bricks when he finds out we read that letter."

"Draco, language." Lucius warned with no malice.

Snape growled. "He probably made his aunt write it so he could leave earlier. Thinks we'll all just drop what we're doing and go to fetch him, arrogant brat. Just like his father."

Two rings of "Severus!" (from Remus and Albus) and one of "Greasy Bastard!" (from Sirius) were heard at this remark.

Pansy even came to Potter's defense.

“It says that he has a fever of forty-nine degrees! That's twelve degrees above normal! And he's vomiting up blood! Why would he make that up if he knew they would come for him and find out it was a lie?"

Reasons bounced off Snape like jet balls in a cement room. "He's Harry Potter. He'll just say he needed to get out of there and everyone will coo at him like he's a baby. Snotty brat!"

"Okay... Professor Snape just used the word 'coo'. Anyone else a little worried he's smelt too many potion fumes?" asked Blaise, edging away from the irate Potions Master.

"That's twice you called my godson a brat, Snivellius!" warned Sirius.

"It's the truth, Blackhead! What are you going to do about it?"

"Oh dear Lord. Here they go again." sighed Lucius Malfoy before tapping Snape's shoulder with his snake-headed cane. "Severus, you are forty-five, act it please. I chose you as Draco's godfather to set an example for him. Not act like a brat. Believe me; he's got that down pat."

"Hey!" Draco interrupted but Remus stopped his protests.

"Sirius, remember in our Sixth Year, Lily got sick a week before her sixteenth birthday with these exact symptoms?"

Albus Dumbledore smiled at one of his most intelligent graduates. He would make a great Headmaster someday, if he could get him to accept...

Sirius looked confused for a minute, trying to remember. "Yeah, but she was, oh!" Comprehension dawned on the man's face leaving the Slytherins in the room confused.

Draco frowned.`Potter's sick with his mother's illness? That doesn't make sense!'

Dumbledore nodded. "Exactly! You may leave to pick him up immediately. I'll get Poppy to fix him up a bed. Todayis July thirty-first."

"Albus!" Said Snape, knowing it was useless. "I see enough of the boy as it is. Now he's invading my vacation."

Dumbledore smiled. "I'm sure Harry will feel the same way, Severus."

Petunia Dursley looked back out her living room window for the hundredth time that morning. She had sent Vernon and Dudley on a shopping trip that would take them all day so the freaks could come and take the boy. She was a tad bit worried about the boy, not that she would admit it. He had awakened every hour on the hour to throw up more blood and at midnight had screamed bloody murder before passing out for the whole night. His fever had disappeared like magic, for lack of a better word, the next morning and now he was freezing.

The whole upstairs of Number Four was now cold, the coldest part being the boy's room. Last night the room had been stifling hot, breaking the pipes under the boy's bedroom floor and flooding the downstairs bathroom.

That thought made Petunia scowl. She had to remember that boy was the reason her fair blond hair was turning gray prematurely.

A sudden knock at her door made Petunia scream and knock over her tea. Fear gripped her as she tried to calm her nerves and answer the door.

A man dressed in shabby clothes was standing on her doorstep with a huge black dog. Petunia wrinkled her nose at the man and his mangy pet before she noticed his graying blond hair. Ah, a kindred spirit. Now that she thought about it, the man looked familiar.

"What can I do for you today, sir?"

The man smiled. "We're here for Harry Potter. If you let us in, the neighbors won't know a thing."

Petunia paled before stepping aside. `We? There is only he and that horrible thing he has for a dog.' Petunia was deathly afraid of black dogs. One of her sister's friends could somehow become a giant dog and had chased her to the nearest park and up into a tree. Since then, Petunia had hated big, black dogs.

"Where is he?" The wizard asked before turning to his dog and saying "You can change back now Sirius."

To Petunia's horror, the black dog changed into Lily's friend and mass-murderer Sirius Black.

"Hey Tuna!" he said with a devilish grin. "Miss me?"

Petunia's mouth moved like a goldfish for a second before her eyes rolled up in her head and she fainted.

Sirius laughed while Remus studied Lily's sister.

"You know she just might have a touch of Veela blood in her. See the blond hair and blue eyes? Too bad Lily was an Elemental Veela. Come on, let's go get little Prongs."

Sirius hopped over Petunia and ran up the stairs. He slipped on some ice.

"Whoa Moony! You see that? Our little Prongs is more of a little Lily."

Remus laughed. "You know, I'm starting to feel sorry for Voldemort. If Harry has half the temper his mother had without her Veela blood, I can already smell the burnt Voldemort in the air."

At the top of the stairs, the ice was a centimeter thick, close to two around the door to Harry's room.

Sirius whistled. "Remember Lily froze all of Madam Pomfrey's potions while she was in the Hospital Wing? Looks like Harry just might out-do her."

Reaching the door, Remus tried a Melting Charm only to have the water freeze up again. Both men looked at each other, eyebrows raised.

"Might?" Remus asked. Sirius shrugged and used a Blasting Charm before running into the room.

Big mistake.

Sirius slid past his godson's bed and into the wall on the other side. Remus slid into him moment later.

"Smooth, Moony! The place is covered with ice!"

Remus pushed away from Sirius, making the ex-convict fall flat on his arse.

"Smooth, Padfoot. The place is covered with ice."

Sirius looked around the room for something to hit his best friend and secret crush with but found everything covered with ice.

"You know if the pillows weren't as hard as... ice, I'd hit you with one right?"

"Of course."

Suddenly the pile of blankets on the bed moved to show the pale blue face of Harry Potter. If both men weren't in love with each other and the boy's surrogate father and uncle they would have swooned.

"Mmoony? Pppadfoot?" asked a melodic, yet stuttering voice. Even with his skin tinted blue, Harry looked like a Veela. His black hair had naturally induced red and white-blond highlights, the red subtle, the blond silky looking, like the rest of his hair. His vibrant green eyes were no longer hidden behind his glasses and almost glowed with power. And relief.

The only imperfection, if you could call it that, was his scar, but it too looked beautiful.

"Get up Harry." said Remus gently. "We've come to take you to Hogwarts."

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