DISCLAIMER: Harry potter belongs to J.K.R you know what they say though; imitation is the best form of flattery

Hey readers,

I have always been a great fan of Harry potter series and I wanted to give something back to the Harry potter world so this is me trying to recreate the magic of harry potter.

This is my first fanfic so please be gentle with the story.

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"Come nagini" - parseltongue

CHAPTER: one

He raised his head and saw his destination, the house stood on the hill overlooking the village, some of its windows boarded, tiles missing from its roof and ivy growing unchecked from the side of the house. He knew his master would be waiting for him inside the house. He slithered on the ground towards his master, he never felt so powerful or free from his bindings. He reached the top of the house he could smell a stranger who was not supposed to be there standing outside the door of his master's room.

The stranger was an old man standing with the help of a walking stick with his right ear pressed to the door vainly trying to listen whatever was going on the other side of the door. He wanted to kill the man and eat him but refrained from doing so as his master might have fun with him and later he would get his meal. As he approached the door, his master sensed him and asked him in language only his master could talk and understand.

"Come nagini how was your hunting trip?" master hissed. The other person in the room covered in fear as soon as he saw me. He was a short plump man with bald hairline with mouse like face. He was his master's servant doing everything his master ordered.

"Fine master but we have a guest just outside the door listening to the conversation." I answered.

"Nagini has some interesting news, Worm tail," master said.

"In-indeed, My Lord?" said Worm tail.

"Indeed yes, according to nagini there is muggle standing right outside of the door listening to everything as we say." Master replied in a cold voice.

The old man did not have a chance to move before the door opened by Wormtail with a look of fear and alarm on his face.

"You are worthless Wormtail even an old muggle with a walking stick could sneak past your senses may be I will kill you after I regain my body and I won't need your help anymore." Master hissed. When Wormtail was going to say something master cut him off by saying, "Enough Wormtail I don't need to listen to your pathetic excuses and where are your manners invite the muggle in and lets find out what he knows" Master said.

"What do you mean by muggle eh?" The old man demanded.

Master narrowed his eyes at the tone of the old man but answered with an amused expression "It means I am a wizard muggle now answer my question, how much did you hear about our plan."

The old man was afraid he could the fear rolling off of the old man in waves, but he stood his ground and answered the question "Enough to know that you are a nut case who thinks he can do magic and calls himself as a lord. You have already murdered a woman named Bertha Jorkins and trying to murder a boy named Harry Potter. You will not get away with this you know I will call the police and my wife knows I am here so if I don't return she will call the police. You can't do anything about it." The old man finished his speech in a confident manner.

Master laughed, it was a cold high-pitched laugh and the old man trembled with fear. "Don't try to lie to lord Voldemort you foolish muggle there is no one waiting for you in the house. You have overstayed your invitation, Wormtail turn the chair." Master said.

"Dinner nagini" master said to me and turned to the old man who was paralysed with fear up on seeing the state in which my master was in. Master raised his wand and aimed it at the heart of the old man and hissed.

Avada kedavra.

Two hundred miles away a boy named Harry Potter woke up with a start.

The first thing Harry went for was his wand which was safely tucked under his pillow. He was breathing hard like he had just run around the Quidditch pitch several times. His left hand searched for his glasses on the night stand when he found them he put them on. His bedroom came in to clear focus. It was a dimly lit small bedroom of the Dursleys, then what was he dreaming of he thought. His dream was slowly disappearing in to his subconscious brain he tried in vain to remember every detail of the weird dream but it felt so real.

He remembered some details as if he was crawling on the ground and the big mansion, which was on the hill, a small person who was sitting on the chair, and talking in parseltongue. He knew only one person other than himself who can talk parseltongue that was Voldemort. He crossed the room to the window and drew the curtains to inspect the street below. Privet drive looked the same as any respectable neighbourhood would look at 3 am in the morning. All the curtains were closed and not a single living soul present on the streets.

He closely listened to the surroundings around him just trying to hear a swish of cloak or for the footsteps around him. He mentally shook himself. He was being paranoid. There was no one in the house expect him, his Uncle Vernon Dursley, Aunt Petunia Dursley and his whale of a cousin Dudley all asleep peacefully and dreamless.

Harry liked his only living relatives in this state because they are silent and cannot tell him he is worthless or useless and what a burden he was to them. His relatives despised magic and everything which came with it. He still remembered his childhood days when he did not even understand why Harry was treated the way he was. He was never loved when he was a child; his existence was barely tolerated by his relatives. He was never physically abused except for occasional beatings but the emotional neglect he suffered during his stay with his relatives would never be forgotten.

Harry as a child was always neglected. He wanted just what every four-year child wanted a place to call home and a family who loved him for who he is but he grew up with relatives who despised him and his very existence. He never had any friends in school because of his cousin being a school bully and scared of any potential friends for Harry.

Harry always thought there was something wrong with him and his parents died because of his fault, living with his hating relatives did not do him any good to dissolve his guilt. As Harry grew older he came in to terms with his treatment of the relatives and lack of his friends and imagined his life would be miserable no matter any circumstances, but that all changed on his eleventh birthday when a person named Hagrid came in to his life. Hagrid explained him that he was a wizard and he would be attending Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry.

The next day they went to the Diagon alley and that is where Harry found out about the truth behind his parents death and the person responsible for his miserable life. Harry become from an awkward shy kid to saviour of Wizarding world in a day. Thus began the journey of Harry Potter in the magical world. He dreams came true with going to Hogwarts as now he had something he can call home and two best friends Ronald Weasley and Hermione Granger. During his time at school he found out that Voldemort is indeed not dead and is trying to regain his body but Harry disrupted his plans for revival for first two years of his school term.

The third had been the most interesting year for Harry as found out that he had a godfather who had been the main person responsible for the deaths of his parents. Harry wanted to kill Sirius with all his heart. However, at the end of the year Harry found out that the original culprit was Peter Pettigrew who had sold the location of his parents for Voldemort and in turn killing them. Though that night was full moon professor Lupin did not forget to take the wolfs bane that day and Peter Pettigrew was arrested by the ministry officials. He confessed to the crimes of being the secret keeper to the Potter's and killing twelve muggles in the alley before framing Sirius for the crime and changing in to his rat Animagus form to escape in to the sewer lines.

Peter was awaiting his trail in the ministry when he escaped the custody of the ministry officials. No one knew how he has achieved such feat and there were speculations that he had inside help. Sirius was released the next day with lots of apologies from the ministry but he did not care he just told all of them to fuck off and strode out of ministry with pride.

Now he had a godfather who loved him and wanted to stay with him not for mere obligation like his relatives Dursleys. Harry's head was still throbbing slightly he held his scar the only sign that he has survived the most dangerous of the unforgivable curses the killing curse. The reason for his fame sometimes he thought just if could exchange all his fame for his parents but knew that was not possible. He laid flat on his back on his thin mattress and searched the bedside cabinet for the letters that have comforted him for the last ten days since he came home from school. The last letter was creased because of several times he has read the letter from Sirius.

Sirius had been sent to different medical clinics on the insistence of professor Dumbledore claiming that thirteen years in the prison of Azkaban would change people and he wanted Harry to be safe. Sirius was enraged that Dumbledore would think he could harm Harry but Dumbledore pointed out that adoption process would be easy if he has medical report that Sirius would be capable of taking care of a teenager and Sirius complied. Harry again started to read the letter.

Dear Harry,

I am fine except that I am bored out of my mind as there is nothing for me to do here but sit and talk and talk with the healers, remind me prank the hell out of Dumbledore when I return. Though some nurses here are hot, which is making it worthwhile but still I want to come home soon and adopt you and to know all about you. What is your favourite subject? How many pranks did you pull? How many detentions have you had? Moreover, what about your girlfriends. Don't worry Harry even if you are reluctant I will pull all the juicy details out of you.

Now on to the serious matters not my matters. Ha ha the joke is not funny writing in a letter. I wanted to talk to you about your living conditions. I think I know about some of your condition. Don't try to lie to me Harry you wanted to live with me and happily agreed with it only knowing me after an hour that's cutting pretty steep and I have seen you, you are too small to be James and lily's child. I do not know whether they are abusing you are not but we will talk about it later when I get back. Don't be ashamed Harry they are the ones who are to be ashamed for treating you like that. I know petunia and she hated magic and your mum for having magic it doesn't take a genius to figure out that they hated you too. You should able to talk to me about these things if we are going to live together but the trust part will come afterwards do not worry.

The process of gaining your custody has gone through some hurdles, because of your celebrity other people are contesting for the guardianship but the main problem is Dumbledore, he seems to be hell bent on trying to keep you with the Dursleys. I don't know why he is trying to do it even after I promised him that I would take care of you. These problems are mine now don't worry I will take care of them. Ministry is kissing my ass right now to make me happy and not go to the press so there will no problem about your adoption. But there is a fool proof way for you to stay with me and it is not a thing to write on the paper so we will talk when I get there till then be happy don't let anything get you down. Be safe and cause a lot of trouble for your relatives.

Mischief managed.

Love,

Sirius.

Sirius Black, his godfather was his parent's best friend. He had survived the wrongful imprisonment in the prison of Azkaban among dementors for thirteen years and escaped the maximum-security prison just to keep him safe from the traitor peter Pettigrew. When Harry thought about it Harry would always get warm feeling that someone in this world cared for him and even loved him as he always wanted. Sirius would return in a few days and they can go live together as a family. Harry's only problem was that professor Dumbledore has been insistent that he should live with dursleys even though his rightful guardian has been released from the Azkaban. From what he can understand from the stance of Dumbledore there were blood wards around the privet drive. They were supposed to be very strong and keep dark wizards out, but Sirius argued that he can as well keep Harry safe as any other protection in the world and he was auror back in the days of war. Dumbledore only reluctantly agreed after lengthy discussion on Harry's safety. Harry still could not understand why Dumbledore was that much interested in his safety but as he cannot do anything about it, he laid the matter to rest.

Harry had thought about Sirius a lot these days from what he could gather from letters and minimal interaction with Sirius, Sirius was a fun loving person, full of life, who liked to be the centre of attention. Harry knew he was a shy awkward kid who would like to slip under the radar unnoticed on lot of occasions the only thing which Harry and Sirius had in common were Quidditch. He was afraid that after starting to live together Sirius would lose interest in him and sent him back to Dursleys. Harry knew that most of the time his insecurities were acting up but he couldn't do anything about it. Harry checked the broken alarm clock that had been Dudley's on his bedside table it read five am. Harry sighed he should be getting sleep as he had to do lot of chores tomorrow or he would not have any food to eat. Harry's scar was still throbbing lightly he scratched the stupid scar and tried to sleep after what felt like hours but only ten minutes he drifted off to sleep.

Harry was dreaming about the new broom, which is faster and lighter than firebolt. he was using the broom to win against that stupid prat Malfoy and scowling face of his potions professor Severus Snape and all the Slytherins when he felt something wet on his cheek. Harry swatted the offending thing his dream was more important he was beatings his all-time rivals when he again felt something on his cheek. He again swatted and turned around to sleep when he heard a bark of familiar laughter and the next instant he was soaking wet to the bone. He instantly reached for his wand and turned around to see someone rolling on the floor with laughter. He adjusted his glasses to see Sirius on the floor. Harry in an instant jumped and tackled still trying to stand Sirius to the floor and shouted

"Sirius what are you doing here? I mean I know I am happy to see you but I was not expecting to see you for a few days." Harry said.

"Well as I was being pain in the ass for holding me there in the clinic they released me few days early with full recovery of health. I am happy to see that you are excited about seeing me," Sirius teased. Harry immediately looked down and found his foot very interesting. He knew he overreacted on seeing Sirius only because he was happy to see Sirius early and Harry blushed.

Sirius watched the reactions of Harry for his normal greeting and immediately regretted teasing him he laid a hand on Harry's shoulder and asked Harry to look up and said "Harry I have been in a prison with dementors for thirteen years and I am really happy that me coming here has made you that excited, so please don't be embarrassed okay." Sirius said.

Harry looked at Sirius and found that he was telling the truth so forgetting about his momentary outburst he asked the burning question which he has waiting to ask since seeing Sirius "So what are you doing here?" Harry asked slowly.

Sirius smiled softly at him, ruffled Harry's hair, and said, "I have come to take you home,Harry."

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