The True Heir of Slytherin
Chapter One: "Goodbye, Privet Drive!"
__________________________________________________
For Harry, the summer holidays came and went too soon. Perhaps it went by fast because his fear of Voldemort was the only thing on his mind, and nothing else seemed to matter; not the time, not the day, not the month.
True, though, Harry was nonetheless relieved that the holidays were almost over, for he would soon be returning to Hogwarts, his true home. No more worrying about Voldemort while he was at Hogwarts (for everybody knew that Voldemort was afraid of the Headmaster Dumbledore).
But of course, the holidays weren't over yet. There was still about 5 weeks left, and Harry couldn't help but think that within those 5 weeks would Voldemort finally make his move. Perhaps Harry wouldn't have been so worried if he was at the Weasley's, but at his aunt and uncle's, he knew he wasn't safe. No way would his Aunt or Uncle even try to save him if Voldemort did show up. They would simply flee, leaving Harry alone and defenseless.
It was the night after Harry's 15th birthday when he finally felt somewhat safe. His godfather, Sirius Black, had sent him a letter which said:
***
Dear Harry,
Happy Birthday! I thought you might like to know that I'll be showing up at the Dursley's soon. Don't worry about me being caught because the Ministry is too busy tracking down Death Eaters to worry about me. I can't tell you when I'll show up in case this note is intercepted, but just be ready for anytime this week. I'd also like to introduce myself to your Aunt and Uncle, and see if I can't get them to ease up on you a bit.
-Sirius
****
So for everyday of that week, Harry waited. He waited for what seemed like ages. Monday passed, then Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. On Friday morning, Harry was worried that something had happened to Sirius. What if he had gotten caught by the Ministry? No, that was silly. He'd been avoiding them for 2 years, how could he all of a sudden get caught? But no matter how hard Harry tried to convince himself that Sirius was ok, he couldn't help but notice that the Ministry was indeed keeping a close watch on Privet Drive. Ever since the Minister, Cornelius Fudge, had finally accepted the fact that Voldemort had risen again, he had ordered that the Ministry make random checks on Harry, and make sure he was alright. They would sometimes send owls, and at other times Harry would swear that he saw a man in a purple cloak watching him from th corner of Privet Drive. The extra security did make Harry feel a little safer, but he thought it would be better if they sent aurors to watch him instead.
But those worried thoughts of Sirius kept filling Harry's head. What if Sirius showed up during one of those random checks?
Harry stayed in his room for most of the morning, but at 11:00 am, he decided to go downstairs for some food. He climbed down the stairs and made his way into the kitchen, expecting everyone to be in the living room. How very wrong he was. He walked into the kitchen only to see Dudley, his Uncle Vernon and his Aunt Petunia all sitting at the table. And sitting with them was Sirius.
Harry's mouth tried to form words, but he merely dropped his jaw and let out a gasp. Everyone turned to face Harry as he entered the room. Sirius smiled at him, looking much healthier than the last time he saw him.
"Hi Harry," he said, smiling even more, if it was possible.
The Dursleys remained silent, as if wanting to shoo Sirius out of their house, but were far too afraid to do so.
"W - What are you doing here?" Harry asked, dumbfounded and hoping that his question didn't sound too rude.
"Well, I told you I'd introduce myself, didn't I?" Sirius said, as he chuckled at the expression on the Dursleys' faces.
Dudley seemed to have had enough of the introduction, because he very quickly got up and ran out of the kitchen for fear. Petunia seemed to want to go after him, but decided not to.
"But ... the Ministry ... they might see you during the day ... I thought you would come at night-"
"Don't worry about the Ministry, Harry, things have been settled," Sirius answered.
It took a while for Harry to figure this out. What did he mean, "things have been settled"?
"What do you mean?" Harry asked, "Sirius, what if they show up-" "Harry, it's ok," Sirius said reassuringly.
Something about Sirius's expression made Harry sense what was going on. Harry was hoping beyond hope what he knew was impossible, but he couldn't stop himself from smiling. Sirius must have read Harry's mind, because he smiled and nodded his head at Harry.
"You're - you're free?" Harry stuttered.
"Yeah, I am," Sirius replied.
"But how? Did they catch Wormtail?"
"No, Harry, they haven't caught him, but they did witness him attempting to get money out of Gringotts," Sirius answered, "Apparently, he had quite a bit of money in there. I suppose he thought the goblins wouldn't recognize him, and he was right, but the other witches and wizards in Gringotts did." Sirius paused and shook his head, "That idiot never had much sense. Anyhow, the witnesses reported what they had seen to the Ministry, and I guess that was enough for them to relieve me of all charges ... I did have a little help from Professor Dumbledore, though."
Harry couldn't believe what he was hearing. His godfather wasn't a convicted murderer anymore. He knew this meant that he would surely be able to live with him now, seeing as how Sirius was now his legal guardian.
"I can live with you now!" Harry exclaimed before he could stop himself. Sirius smiled and nodded. Harry turned his eyes on the Dursleys. "Did you here that? I don't have to live with you anymore!"
Harry expected to see his Aunt and Uncle jumping with joy, but instead, they remained calm, if not angry about the whole situation.
"Aren't you happy?" Harry asked, with his heart sinking. Surely they didn't want him to stay at Privet Drive?
"You lied," Uncle Vernon snarled through gritted teeth. Aunt Petunia kept a thin mouth, as though she was sucking on a lemon, with her arms crossed, obviously furious.
Sensing the potential danger in their attitudes, Sirius got to his feet and stood next to Harry, putting his hand on Harry's shoulder.
"Huh?" Harry asked, "lied about what?"
"Him!" Aunt Petunia shrieked, pointing at Sirius. Harry looked at Sirius, then back at the Dursleys. It took him a while to figure out what she meant, but it finally came to him like a slap in the face. He remembered that he purposely never told the Dursleys that Sirius was innocent.
"Oh, that," He murmured, "Uh oh."
"HOW DARE YOU!" Aunt Petunia cried in a shrill voice, "Of all the nerve! We were terrified of an innocent man for 2 years! And you NEVER told us! Is this your idea of a joke??"
"Mrs. Dursley," Sirius interrupted, "I'm sure Harry had his reasons for-"
"And you!" Uncle Vernon roared, pointing a fat index finger at Sirius, "How dare you stick up for him!"
"But-" Harry stuttered.
"Just go!" Uncle Vernon shouted, "Take the boy and go! And never, NEVER come back!!!"
Harry tried to stay and explain, but Sirius pulled him back and directed him out of the kitchen.
Harry couldn't remember a time when he'd seen Uncle Vernon so mad. And Harry was starting to feel guilty about lying to them. This was the first time Harry could ever truly say he felt bad for lying to the Dursleys.
But worst of all, Harry felt guilty about feeling so bad. After all, Sirius had been freed, and Harry didn't have to live on Privet Drive anymore. This should've been the happiest day of Harry's life...so why was he feeling so terrible?
Harry thoughts were interrupted when Sirius walked through the kitchen door and right into Dudley, who had obviously been eavesdropping ever since he left the kitchen. And if Harry wasn't mistaken, he could've sworn that Dudley looked rather gloomy. Harry had only sen this expression on Dudley's face when his parents wouldn't buy him something he really wanted.
Dudley stood silent and looked at both Harry and Sirius, then suddenly waddled away, leaving to sit in front of the T.V.
"So," Sirius started, breaking an uneasy silence, "where's all of you're things?"
"Er, in my room," Harry answered, pointing up the stairs.
"OK, how about I get it all. You wait here," Sirius replied.
"Sure, first door on the left - there isn't much," Harry replied.
Sirius nodded and walked up the stairs. As he went, Harry couldn't help but wonder why he was so upset. Harry was happy to be leaving the Dursleys, but there was something about the whole situation that made him feel uneasy, as if there was danger just waiting for him once he left.
Harry's trail of thoughts were broken by the clunking of Harry's trunk coming down the stairs."well," Sirius said, setting down the trunk at the bottom of the stairs, "Ready?"Harry took one last look around he household and he almost didn't want to leave. Harry shook his head of his weird feelings, and replied, "Yeah."
And so, Sirius then pulled out a fork from the bottom of his coat pocket (and this is when Harry actually realized that Sirius had dressed as a muggle, to blend in with the Dursley's, most likely).
"Portkey?" Harry asked.
"You bet," Sirius replied, "It'll take us back to my place."
"Oh," Harry answered, "Where do you live, anyways? I mean, now that your not hiding anymore."
"Well, it's more or less on the outskirts of Godric's Hollow-"
"That's where I used to live, right? In Godric's Hollow..before my parents died, I mean," Harry interrupted.
"That's right," Sirius replied in a sort of solemn voice, the voice he always used when he spoke of Harry's parents, "you used to live right in Godric's Hollow, but you had to move when Voldemort was looking for you."
Harry nodded, but didn't say anything. He felt it would be best to hold off talking about his parents until they got to Sirius'. Sirius must have understood what Harry was thinking, because he immediately changed the subject by holding out the fork.
"Well, let's go," Sirius said as he put his other hand on Harry's trunk and instructed Harry to put one of his hands on Hedwig's cage. This was, as Harry figured, a way to make sure that his things went through the portkey with them.
Harry hesitated for a second. He looked around the house once more.
"See ya," he murmured under his breath to the house (particularly the cupboard under the stairs). He reached out his hand and put a firm grip on top of the fork.
"My place," Sirius muttered, and Harry guessed that he was telling the portkey where to send them.
Harry felt something tugging on his navel and soon everything around his was blurry. He could feel himself being pulled forward at an unimaginable speed. After about three seconds, things began to slow down and the setting around him began to take form. The spinning stopped, and Harry's navel was no longer being pulled.
Harry looked around him and couldn't believe his eyes. Sirius' house was a huge castle.
Sirius took the fork out of Harry's grasp and set it down on the mantel- piece which was behind him. The mantel-piece was made of a richly-furnished wood and hung over an extravagant fireplace which looked as though it could suit a king.
Harry looked around the room he was now in. He assumed it to be the living- room. It was very large; much larger than the Dursley's. In fact, Harry was sure that the first floor of the Dursley's home could probably fit into this room about 3 times.
The room was enormous and was furnished with very beautiful and rich furniture. The walls were made of a smooth grey stone and candles hung in mid-air, much like inside the Great Hall at Hogwarts.
Pictures hung all over the walls of all sorts of people. They all waved and winked at Harry. A few of them even gave Harry welcoming words.
There were large windows lining the walls which looked out upon vast gardens and a small river. Birds could be heard from outside, chirping away happily.
"Woah," was all Harry could manage to say.
"Nice, eh?" Sirius asked, looking around the room as well, "I just bought it yesterday. Do you like it?"
"You just bought it yesterday?" Harry echoed, "where'd you get the money??"
"The Ministry," Sirius replied cooly, "let's just say that it's a little compensation for everything. It's their way of saying, 'sorry for putting you in Azkaban for all those years.' And seeing as how it was Barty Crouch Sr. who condemned me, they gave me all the money he left behind after he died. I'd say you and I are both fairly rich now, Harry."
Harry blinked stupidly. He couldn't believe what he was hearing, or seeing. He never would've guessed that Sirius lived in a place like this.
"It's awesome," Harry said in awe.
Sirius smiled brightly at the look on Harry's face.
"Well, c'mon," he said, "I'll show you you're room."
He took out his wand and pointed it at Harry's stuff. "Wingardium Leviosa," he muttered, and his things rose about a foot off the ground. "You can just push those along," he told Harry.
Sirius led the way out of the room and Harry pushed his trunk ahead of him. Sirius was pulling Hedwig's cage. They left the room and walked down a long hallway which was decorated with paintings, gargoyles and floating candles. The floor was draped in a dark red carpet.
Harry and Sirius reached the end of the hallway and turned right, which led them up a grand staircase with a crystal chandelier hanging from above it.Once they reached the top of the stairs, they found themselves in yet another hallway, much like the one they were just in, but this one had more doors in it. When they were halfway down the hall, Sirius stopped and opened a door to his left. He held it open and showed Harry in.
"This is it," he said as Harry walked inside. Harry couldn't believe his eyes. He felt his jaw drop as he looked around. In the middle of the enormous room was a king size four-poster bed with black curtains. The bed also had black sheets. The entire room looked very medieval.
On either side of the bed were gigantic windows which gave a great view of the river (known as Godric's River), which ran beside the house.
There was a well-sized fireplace on the left-hand side of the room, and to the right he saw a massive closet. Beside the closet, Harry could see a door which led into what looked like a bathroom.
"This is incredible!" Harry exclaimed, looking up at Sirius.
"I'm glad you like it," Sirius replied, patting Harry on the shoulder.
"I love it," Harry replied. If only the Dursleys could see him now, oh how jealous they would be.
"Well," Sirius continued, "I'll let you get settled down for a bit." He walked back towards the door and added, "I'll be in the living-room---the room we arrived in, that is, if you need me."
Harry nodded and Sirius left the room, closing the door behind him. As he did, Harry's things gently settled onto the floor.
Harry opened Hedwig's cage, who was looking anxious to explore the garden. She nipped his hand affectionately and soared off through the open window.
After a while of investigating his room, Harry sat down on his new bed. It was extremely soft and comfortable.
He laid down and relaxed a bit, thinking about how he was going to invite Ron and Hermione over soon. His thoughts soon trailed back to the Dursleys, and his heart sank. He had a strange feeling that they were in danger. It was weird, though. Harry hated the Dursleys. Why was he so worried about them?
Harry thought back to right before he left Privet Drive. That last look he had of the cupboard--his last look at his furious Aunt and Uncle--his last glance at the gloomy Dudley. For some reason, Harry had a strange feeling that he wouldn't see any of that again. If only Harry knew how right he was.
__________________________________________________
Hope you all liked it!!
-Summer :)
Chapter One: "Goodbye, Privet Drive!"
__________________________________________________
For Harry, the summer holidays came and went too soon. Perhaps it went by fast because his fear of Voldemort was the only thing on his mind, and nothing else seemed to matter; not the time, not the day, not the month.
True, though, Harry was nonetheless relieved that the holidays were almost over, for he would soon be returning to Hogwarts, his true home. No more worrying about Voldemort while he was at Hogwarts (for everybody knew that Voldemort was afraid of the Headmaster Dumbledore).
But of course, the holidays weren't over yet. There was still about 5 weeks left, and Harry couldn't help but think that within those 5 weeks would Voldemort finally make his move. Perhaps Harry wouldn't have been so worried if he was at the Weasley's, but at his aunt and uncle's, he knew he wasn't safe. No way would his Aunt or Uncle even try to save him if Voldemort did show up. They would simply flee, leaving Harry alone and defenseless.
It was the night after Harry's 15th birthday when he finally felt somewhat safe. His godfather, Sirius Black, had sent him a letter which said:
***
Dear Harry,
Happy Birthday! I thought you might like to know that I'll be showing up at the Dursley's soon. Don't worry about me being caught because the Ministry is too busy tracking down Death Eaters to worry about me. I can't tell you when I'll show up in case this note is intercepted, but just be ready for anytime this week. I'd also like to introduce myself to your Aunt and Uncle, and see if I can't get them to ease up on you a bit.
-Sirius
****
So for everyday of that week, Harry waited. He waited for what seemed like ages. Monday passed, then Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday. On Friday morning, Harry was worried that something had happened to Sirius. What if he had gotten caught by the Ministry? No, that was silly. He'd been avoiding them for 2 years, how could he all of a sudden get caught? But no matter how hard Harry tried to convince himself that Sirius was ok, he couldn't help but notice that the Ministry was indeed keeping a close watch on Privet Drive. Ever since the Minister, Cornelius Fudge, had finally accepted the fact that Voldemort had risen again, he had ordered that the Ministry make random checks on Harry, and make sure he was alright. They would sometimes send owls, and at other times Harry would swear that he saw a man in a purple cloak watching him from th corner of Privet Drive. The extra security did make Harry feel a little safer, but he thought it would be better if they sent aurors to watch him instead.
But those worried thoughts of Sirius kept filling Harry's head. What if Sirius showed up during one of those random checks?
Harry stayed in his room for most of the morning, but at 11:00 am, he decided to go downstairs for some food. He climbed down the stairs and made his way into the kitchen, expecting everyone to be in the living room. How very wrong he was. He walked into the kitchen only to see Dudley, his Uncle Vernon and his Aunt Petunia all sitting at the table. And sitting with them was Sirius.
Harry's mouth tried to form words, but he merely dropped his jaw and let out a gasp. Everyone turned to face Harry as he entered the room. Sirius smiled at him, looking much healthier than the last time he saw him.
"Hi Harry," he said, smiling even more, if it was possible.
The Dursleys remained silent, as if wanting to shoo Sirius out of their house, but were far too afraid to do so.
"W - What are you doing here?" Harry asked, dumbfounded and hoping that his question didn't sound too rude.
"Well, I told you I'd introduce myself, didn't I?" Sirius said, as he chuckled at the expression on the Dursleys' faces.
Dudley seemed to have had enough of the introduction, because he very quickly got up and ran out of the kitchen for fear. Petunia seemed to want to go after him, but decided not to.
"But ... the Ministry ... they might see you during the day ... I thought you would come at night-"
"Don't worry about the Ministry, Harry, things have been settled," Sirius answered.
It took a while for Harry to figure this out. What did he mean, "things have been settled"?
"What do you mean?" Harry asked, "Sirius, what if they show up-" "Harry, it's ok," Sirius said reassuringly.
Something about Sirius's expression made Harry sense what was going on. Harry was hoping beyond hope what he knew was impossible, but he couldn't stop himself from smiling. Sirius must have read Harry's mind, because he smiled and nodded his head at Harry.
"You're - you're free?" Harry stuttered.
"Yeah, I am," Sirius replied.
"But how? Did they catch Wormtail?"
"No, Harry, they haven't caught him, but they did witness him attempting to get money out of Gringotts," Sirius answered, "Apparently, he had quite a bit of money in there. I suppose he thought the goblins wouldn't recognize him, and he was right, but the other witches and wizards in Gringotts did." Sirius paused and shook his head, "That idiot never had much sense. Anyhow, the witnesses reported what they had seen to the Ministry, and I guess that was enough for them to relieve me of all charges ... I did have a little help from Professor Dumbledore, though."
Harry couldn't believe what he was hearing. His godfather wasn't a convicted murderer anymore. He knew this meant that he would surely be able to live with him now, seeing as how Sirius was now his legal guardian.
"I can live with you now!" Harry exclaimed before he could stop himself. Sirius smiled and nodded. Harry turned his eyes on the Dursleys. "Did you here that? I don't have to live with you anymore!"
Harry expected to see his Aunt and Uncle jumping with joy, but instead, they remained calm, if not angry about the whole situation.
"Aren't you happy?" Harry asked, with his heart sinking. Surely they didn't want him to stay at Privet Drive?
"You lied," Uncle Vernon snarled through gritted teeth. Aunt Petunia kept a thin mouth, as though she was sucking on a lemon, with her arms crossed, obviously furious.
Sensing the potential danger in their attitudes, Sirius got to his feet and stood next to Harry, putting his hand on Harry's shoulder.
"Huh?" Harry asked, "lied about what?"
"Him!" Aunt Petunia shrieked, pointing at Sirius. Harry looked at Sirius, then back at the Dursleys. It took him a while to figure out what she meant, but it finally came to him like a slap in the face. He remembered that he purposely never told the Dursleys that Sirius was innocent.
"Oh, that," He murmured, "Uh oh."
"HOW DARE YOU!" Aunt Petunia cried in a shrill voice, "Of all the nerve! We were terrified of an innocent man for 2 years! And you NEVER told us! Is this your idea of a joke??"
"Mrs. Dursley," Sirius interrupted, "I'm sure Harry had his reasons for-"
"And you!" Uncle Vernon roared, pointing a fat index finger at Sirius, "How dare you stick up for him!"
"But-" Harry stuttered.
"Just go!" Uncle Vernon shouted, "Take the boy and go! And never, NEVER come back!!!"
Harry tried to stay and explain, but Sirius pulled him back and directed him out of the kitchen.
Harry couldn't remember a time when he'd seen Uncle Vernon so mad. And Harry was starting to feel guilty about lying to them. This was the first time Harry could ever truly say he felt bad for lying to the Dursleys.
But worst of all, Harry felt guilty about feeling so bad. After all, Sirius had been freed, and Harry didn't have to live on Privet Drive anymore. This should've been the happiest day of Harry's life...so why was he feeling so terrible?
Harry thoughts were interrupted when Sirius walked through the kitchen door and right into Dudley, who had obviously been eavesdropping ever since he left the kitchen. And if Harry wasn't mistaken, he could've sworn that Dudley looked rather gloomy. Harry had only sen this expression on Dudley's face when his parents wouldn't buy him something he really wanted.
Dudley stood silent and looked at both Harry and Sirius, then suddenly waddled away, leaving to sit in front of the T.V.
"So," Sirius started, breaking an uneasy silence, "where's all of you're things?"
"Er, in my room," Harry answered, pointing up the stairs.
"OK, how about I get it all. You wait here," Sirius replied.
"Sure, first door on the left - there isn't much," Harry replied.
Sirius nodded and walked up the stairs. As he went, Harry couldn't help but wonder why he was so upset. Harry was happy to be leaving the Dursleys, but there was something about the whole situation that made him feel uneasy, as if there was danger just waiting for him once he left.
Harry's trail of thoughts were broken by the clunking of Harry's trunk coming down the stairs."well," Sirius said, setting down the trunk at the bottom of the stairs, "Ready?"Harry took one last look around he household and he almost didn't want to leave. Harry shook his head of his weird feelings, and replied, "Yeah."
And so, Sirius then pulled out a fork from the bottom of his coat pocket (and this is when Harry actually realized that Sirius had dressed as a muggle, to blend in with the Dursley's, most likely).
"Portkey?" Harry asked.
"You bet," Sirius replied, "It'll take us back to my place."
"Oh," Harry answered, "Where do you live, anyways? I mean, now that your not hiding anymore."
"Well, it's more or less on the outskirts of Godric's Hollow-"
"That's where I used to live, right? In Godric's Hollow..before my parents died, I mean," Harry interrupted.
"That's right," Sirius replied in a sort of solemn voice, the voice he always used when he spoke of Harry's parents, "you used to live right in Godric's Hollow, but you had to move when Voldemort was looking for you."
Harry nodded, but didn't say anything. He felt it would be best to hold off talking about his parents until they got to Sirius'. Sirius must have understood what Harry was thinking, because he immediately changed the subject by holding out the fork.
"Well, let's go," Sirius said as he put his other hand on Harry's trunk and instructed Harry to put one of his hands on Hedwig's cage. This was, as Harry figured, a way to make sure that his things went through the portkey with them.
Harry hesitated for a second. He looked around the house once more.
"See ya," he murmured under his breath to the house (particularly the cupboard under the stairs). He reached out his hand and put a firm grip on top of the fork.
"My place," Sirius muttered, and Harry guessed that he was telling the portkey where to send them.
Harry felt something tugging on his navel and soon everything around his was blurry. He could feel himself being pulled forward at an unimaginable speed. After about three seconds, things began to slow down and the setting around him began to take form. The spinning stopped, and Harry's navel was no longer being pulled.
Harry looked around him and couldn't believe his eyes. Sirius' house was a huge castle.
Sirius took the fork out of Harry's grasp and set it down on the mantel- piece which was behind him. The mantel-piece was made of a richly-furnished wood and hung over an extravagant fireplace which looked as though it could suit a king.
Harry looked around the room he was now in. He assumed it to be the living- room. It was very large; much larger than the Dursley's. In fact, Harry was sure that the first floor of the Dursley's home could probably fit into this room about 3 times.
The room was enormous and was furnished with very beautiful and rich furniture. The walls were made of a smooth grey stone and candles hung in mid-air, much like inside the Great Hall at Hogwarts.
Pictures hung all over the walls of all sorts of people. They all waved and winked at Harry. A few of them even gave Harry welcoming words.
There were large windows lining the walls which looked out upon vast gardens and a small river. Birds could be heard from outside, chirping away happily.
"Woah," was all Harry could manage to say.
"Nice, eh?" Sirius asked, looking around the room as well, "I just bought it yesterday. Do you like it?"
"You just bought it yesterday?" Harry echoed, "where'd you get the money??"
"The Ministry," Sirius replied cooly, "let's just say that it's a little compensation for everything. It's their way of saying, 'sorry for putting you in Azkaban for all those years.' And seeing as how it was Barty Crouch Sr. who condemned me, they gave me all the money he left behind after he died. I'd say you and I are both fairly rich now, Harry."
Harry blinked stupidly. He couldn't believe what he was hearing, or seeing. He never would've guessed that Sirius lived in a place like this.
"It's awesome," Harry said in awe.
Sirius smiled brightly at the look on Harry's face.
"Well, c'mon," he said, "I'll show you you're room."
He took out his wand and pointed it at Harry's stuff. "Wingardium Leviosa," he muttered, and his things rose about a foot off the ground. "You can just push those along," he told Harry.
Sirius led the way out of the room and Harry pushed his trunk ahead of him. Sirius was pulling Hedwig's cage. They left the room and walked down a long hallway which was decorated with paintings, gargoyles and floating candles. The floor was draped in a dark red carpet.
Harry and Sirius reached the end of the hallway and turned right, which led them up a grand staircase with a crystal chandelier hanging from above it.Once they reached the top of the stairs, they found themselves in yet another hallway, much like the one they were just in, but this one had more doors in it. When they were halfway down the hall, Sirius stopped and opened a door to his left. He held it open and showed Harry in.
"This is it," he said as Harry walked inside. Harry couldn't believe his eyes. He felt his jaw drop as he looked around. In the middle of the enormous room was a king size four-poster bed with black curtains. The bed also had black sheets. The entire room looked very medieval.
On either side of the bed were gigantic windows which gave a great view of the river (known as Godric's River), which ran beside the house.
There was a well-sized fireplace on the left-hand side of the room, and to the right he saw a massive closet. Beside the closet, Harry could see a door which led into what looked like a bathroom.
"This is incredible!" Harry exclaimed, looking up at Sirius.
"I'm glad you like it," Sirius replied, patting Harry on the shoulder.
"I love it," Harry replied. If only the Dursleys could see him now, oh how jealous they would be.
"Well," Sirius continued, "I'll let you get settled down for a bit." He walked back towards the door and added, "I'll be in the living-room---the room we arrived in, that is, if you need me."
Harry nodded and Sirius left the room, closing the door behind him. As he did, Harry's things gently settled onto the floor.
Harry opened Hedwig's cage, who was looking anxious to explore the garden. She nipped his hand affectionately and soared off through the open window.
After a while of investigating his room, Harry sat down on his new bed. It was extremely soft and comfortable.
He laid down and relaxed a bit, thinking about how he was going to invite Ron and Hermione over soon. His thoughts soon trailed back to the Dursleys, and his heart sank. He had a strange feeling that they were in danger. It was weird, though. Harry hated the Dursleys. Why was he so worried about them?
Harry thought back to right before he left Privet Drive. That last look he had of the cupboard--his last look at his furious Aunt and Uncle--his last glance at the gloomy Dudley. For some reason, Harry had a strange feeling that he wouldn't see any of that again. If only Harry knew how right he was.
__________________________________________________
Hope you all liked it!!
-Summer :)