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Chapter 19: Siriusly Surprised
Where's Vernon? Was he married to Petunia? - Vernon's no longer with us. He died before this whole problem with Harry. He was married to Petunia, but ironically, he was killed in a car crash. Ironic by how it was him constantly telling Harry that his own parents had died in a car crash.
Is the big black dog Snuffles/Padfoot/Sirius? - Yes, but I wont say if it's just Padfoot/Snuffles or Sirius. Where's the fun in that! And once you read the end of this chapter, I think you should still question whether it is actually him or not. Remember, Harry's not entirely stable yet!
Will Snape come in anywhere? - I havent decided. For sure in one of the endings, the one I am working on no will involve Snape minimally, but thats all I can tell you at this point without lying.
Where did the sorting hat come from? - Well in one ending, everything has an explaination, but in the other, I havent thought everything out yet. I really dont have an answer for that one, sorry. :(
Why were Petunia and Vernon so mean to him in his imaginary world if she loved him so much? - Very good question. One I can answer! He was jealous that the affection wasn't coming from his own parents, but to some part of his identity which he doesnt have a full grasp on. Does that make sense?
Do you take psychology classes? - Hehe, no. I probably should have before I started writing HS, but I've signed up for it next year, my senior year of high school. It's proabably far from acurate.
Since Voldemort was sort of based on Harry, does that mean no character representing the Dark Lord will appear? - If I gave that away, I might ruin one ending for you! I'm not telling if he will appear or not, you'll have to wait and see! ;)
If harry had only met his father James a week or two ago, how did he know what James looked like in his magical world? - He'd seen pictures from Petunia. It's like his photo album Hagrid gave him, only this time it was Petunia.
How old is Harry? - 16, this was started before HBP came out.
Will James be a friend to Harry? - your answer can be found at the end of this chapter! ;)
When are Ginny, Krum, Seamus, and Draco going to visit again? - As soon as James can convince Buggy ^_^!
Why do you have so many typos lately? - Hehe, I know. I just got a new laptop (which I LOVE, by the way. It was refurbished and costed 265.00 USD) and guess what? It doesn't have word, which is saddening. Not only will I not be acurate on my 3-page chapter limit, but there is that little absence of spell checker. I go over it quite a few times to make sure it's right, but it's so boring and some things are bound to slip by. I'm sorry for any mistakes, and I thank those immensely who are able to spot some!
Thank you so much for all the reviews! I am honored that you're enjoying the story! My total is no up to 1,475! Which, coincedently, is my access code for something that shall remain unknown, but it's a very lucky number! I havent been keeping count in the last chapter. Chapter twenty is almost finished itself, I was going to wait for the site to open again, but then I decided to give you something to ease your boredom as the site goes through the exciting changes! I've been a trusted author since who-knows-when, so I'm so happy I was able to update! Thanks again, everybody!
What's gone on before...
“What’s going on here?” he asked, glumly when he saw Rita.
“She just waltzed in and said she’s taking him!”
“You can’t!” Ron’s eyes flashed at her.
“Can’t I?” she smiled. “I’ve met all the standards that were set and I’ve come to take him.”
"This is absurd!" Lily raged. "We were allowed a week with him!"
"Oh? A week, you say? Because I've got the impression that I was given a week to find help, which I have, so I'd appreciate it if you could pack up Harry's things straight away," Rita sneered at her. "Or do I have to call the authorities?"
"Please, Ri - um... mummy," Harry winced as soon as it came from his mouth. "Can't I just stay here a few more days?"
"No," she didn't even look at him, as she seemed to be staring down Dr. Porter. "Well, what are you waiting for? I haven't got all day!"
"Rita - darling - I don't see why we need him here today, a few days can't hurt, and we can finish his room -" James seemed almost afraid of her.
"I've got Debby working on it, it should be done by the time I get there," she glanced superiorly at her fiance. James sent a pitiful look at Harry as if to say, 'I tried.'
The drive to Rita's House was a long one. They had to go through two different busy cities until they came to a town with huge houses that were acres apart from each other. The houses passed by and Harry almost didn't notice her house until they pulled into a driveway where a roof could be seen poking over a hill. The roof was a solid rusty red color and the siding was copper like cobbled stones cemented together. The smell of chlorine filled his nostrils and he could see the lighted reflection of rippling water on the side of it.
"Welcome home, darling!" Rita was the first to get out of her expensive car. She held her hand out in welcome, as if presenting the house.
"I just moved in last month. It's very nice, I think you'll like it here," James looked up at the house fondly as Marcela ushered him out of the car.
"Welcome home, Ma'am!" a perky woman ran out of the house. She was a dark haired woman with her hair in a bun. "Oh, I've just finished decorating young master Harry's bedroom - oh, my! Is this him?! He is so tall! And look at him! A spitting image of his father!" she exclaimed with such enthusiasm, Rita could be seen wincing.
"Thank you, Debby," she said in annoyance, "Yes, this is Harold."
"I'm so happy to finally meet you!" she smiled.
"It's nice to meet you, too," He replied.
"He's so polite!" Debby looked at him, fondly.
"Thank you, Debby," she repeated, growing aggravated.
"Can I get you anything?" she continued.
"No, thank you," Harry answered.
"I'll give you the tour!" Rita exclaimed before Debby could offer.
"Well, if you need anything, just holler!" she giggled and ran back inside. Harry was pleased that neither of the nurses found it necessary to hold on to his arms as he walked.
They opened a large, two-doored entrance and Harry found himself in a Victorian styled room with decorated stairs.
"To the left is the kitchen. Breakfast is served punctually at 8 o'clock in the morning, lunch at noon, and dinner at 6:00. The maids will be busy in here quite often, so I don't think you should go in there. The bathroom is over here, it's quite large, with a hot tub had you ever wanted to use it, it's yours! Oh, and the dining room. Isn't it lovely? I had one of my friends design it, he's quite a creative, don't you think? I once wrote an article about him - he forgave me, of course, after I complimented his work - well I'm getting off track here, aren't I? Our meals will be prompt and on time as I said, and I want you to be here at those times. There's a pool you might enjoy out back, but I think we should keep you inside for a while. The neighbors don't approve entirely - oh, what I mean to say is that they just need to get used to the idea. They're both nice enough families, although I think Tom Rodley's got a few marks on his criminal record. This is the living room, feel free to use the television all you like..."
Harry mostly droned the rest out, only glancing in the rooms as they walked by them. It wasn't until they made it to his room that he perked up. He had to admit, it was nice. The room was a cool shade of blue, the walls painted with a lot of detail. It was fairly large with his own personal bathroom, although quite small, was a nice change, Harry had to admit. He had a large window overlooking a rather large pond. Overall, Harry was pleased.
"I'll let you settle in," Rita smiled, triumphantly.
Harry surveyed his room, taking in his new sanctuary once again. 'It's not school, but at least it's mine.' Harry thought, amazingly content. His view rested upon a rather feminine mirror and stared at his reflection for the second time since he 'woke up,' as the doctors had always put it. He missed the emerald orbs that had greeted him every morning when he was getting ready for classes at Hogwarts. Now, his eyes were a dull hue of grey that held so much sadness that he wanted to look away.
His glance went up a few centimeters to his flawless forehead. The scar that made him who he was, what he was, was gone. Had he been asked a few months ago what he would have done to be able to get rid of it, he would have replied with, "Anything." But now, he'd do that exact thing to have it back again. In a desperate thought, he reasoned that he could just take a sharp object and carve it back into his forehead, but that was just stupid. He wasn't that desperate, he only wanted to have his old life back. He could go back if he wanted to, that was a given, but it would take a lot of shock, disappointment and sadness for it to happen. Harry also didn't want to upset the new friends he had gained in this world. Absentmindedly, he rubbed his forehead where his scar used to reside.
"You ready, mate?" Ron's dull voice echoed in the back of his head. "Snape'll have our heads if we miss another detention."
Harry shook his head, clearing all thoughts and flipped the mirror around so it now faced the wall. He really didn't want to see his reflection. For a while, at least. His solemn thoughts were disrupted by a knock at the door, which he responded to by twisting around so quickly, he almost lost balance.
"Hello, S... er... Harry," James stood in the doorway with his arm crossed, surveying the room with interest. "You like it?"
"Yeah, it's okay," Harry shrugged. "Nice view."
"Yup," he agreed. Harry noticed he was wearing jeans and a T-shirt, something that he wasn't used to. Whenever he saw him he was wearing a business suit. "I got something for you - er... I don't know if... I hope you..." He seemed to be struggling with words. "I noticed you took a liking to him, so I tracked him down. Debby?"
The woman Harry was enthusiastically greeted with earlier was back, struggling to pull back on a leather leash. On the end was the Padfoot look-a-like. Harry felt his eyes twinge as she let go and Padfoot leapt at him and started to lick his face. Harry felt his mouth form into a smile as James surveyed the room.
"I don't know what to say," Harry smiled with moistening eyes. "It's the best gift I've ever been given!" Well, apart from the Invisibility cloak.
James gave him the first real smile he had ever seen - not counting photographs, of course.
"What are you going to call him," he proudly asked.
"Padfoot," Harry said, automatically. "It fits him, doesn't it?"
"Yes," James replied and the dog seemed to wag it's tail rapidly in agreement. "Well I'll leave you two alone, and when I say 'leave you two alone', I actually mean 'I'm going to have to calm your mother down when I tell her there's a dog living in her house'." There was a spark in his eyes that Harry hadn't seen before. Harry couldn't help but grin wider. James held in his laughter and quietly closed the door behind him.
"Hey there, boy," Harry scratched behind Padfoot's ears how Sirius had always liked. Padfoot seemed to like it too as his tail whapped his knee. "How's it going?" Harry got up from his bed and peered out the window. Not long after, he hard a familiar raspy voice.
"I'd have to say it's going really well, Harry."