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The Bond that Intertwines Us by Padfoot Girl
Chapter 11 : The Bond of Friendship
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Harry woke up the next morning with the smell of strawberry flapjacks flooding his senses. Harry sat up, grabbing his glasses as he did so. His vision became clear as he looked around his room with his glasses on his face. Padfoot was nowhere to be seen, but then again he was probably downstairs doing the cooking…. now that’s a scary thought. Padfoot and cooking are not a good combination. Although, he was getting better at cooking each day he attempted it.

He swung his legs off of the side of the bed and jumped down, his feet making a dull thump as he landed. He walked to the bedroom door, tugging on his green, checkered pajama top. He opened the door with a squeak and walked out of the room, making his way downstairs. The stairs creaked as his small feet walked down them, his hand tightly on the railing. As he made his way towards the kitchen, where he heard voices talking.

“-wise? You think that’s wise?” his godfather’s voice sounded slightly on edge and nervous.

“Listen, it’s only some kids. They just probably want some friends and truthfully, I think it would do Harr-” Remus’s voice was cut short by a fist pounding on a hard surface.

“They’ll gawk at him! They’ll ask him thousands of questions! Do you really want that, Remus?” Sirius sounded as if he was in utter shock.

Harry peeked his head around the corner and into the kitchen. Sirius was standing in front of the counter, his fist clenched as it lay on the table. Remus stood across from him on the other end of the counter. Harry could only see the back of Remus’s back, but he looked worn and tired. His shoulders were hunched over, his hands on the counter to keep his balance. The full moon must really be taking a toll on his body and Harry couldn’t understand how he could do it.

“Sirius, I’m not going to fight with you about this. They are kids. They are around Harry’s age; I doubt that they would hurt him. Think about his life before you came along…. he was abused. He was beaten down both physically and emotionally. You see how he clings to your every movement…. to your every word. How is he going to go to Hogwarts when he’s so dependent on you? He needs friends. He needs somebody whom he can trust his own age, so that the transition from home life to school life will be easier for him.”

“I know this, Remus. I know he had it bad at the Dursleys and I’m trying everything I can to make his life better…. I just don’t think having a bunch of screaming kids in the house would solve Harry’s detachment problems.” Sirius ran a hand through his hair.

“This is about Harry trusting people, Sirius! Harry completely trusts you and you alone! I’ve tried my hardest to get him to trust me the same way he trusts you and it’s just not possible! He needs a friend that is his own age. We know the Weasleys! It’s not like we’re inviting strange, psychotic people into our home. It’s the Weasleys.” Remus swayed to one side, as if he was getting lightheaded.

Harry drew back, not looking into the kitchen anymore. He laid his back flat against the wall and slide down it, drawing his knees close to his chest. He then buried his head into his arms, which were crossed over his knees. He took in a deep breath and blocked out his guardians’ voices.

Why did they have to talk about that? Why did they have to bring back up everything that he tried so hard to forget? It wasn’t fair. There was enough on his mind and having to add those horrid memories back into his mind made his stomach churn uncomfortably. Harry closed his eyes tightly, unaware of his godfather and Remus watching him with sad eyes.

“You think he heard?” Sirius turned to Remus, guilt apparent in his features.

“Yeah….” Remus trailed off.

Sirius knelt down beside Harry and pulled him into a warm, protective hug. Harry’s small arms latched themselves around his godfather’s neck as Sirius pulled him up off of the ground and into his arms. He then walked into the kitchen.

“I made some flapjacks for breakfast, but this time I expanded into making some with strawberries in it.” Sirius told his godson as he sat Harry down into a chair.

Harry didn’t say anything. He just stared up at Sirius, as if wanting to make sure he was really there. Sirius turned and piled two flapjacks onto a plate and placed it in front of Harry. He then grabbed some forks and handed one to Harry. Sirius fixed up plates for himself and Remus. He then sat down to eat himself.

“Padfoot….” Harry, who hadn’t touched his flapjacks, looked up at his godfather.

“Yes?” Sirius sat down his fork onto the plate and gave his godson his full attention.

“What were you talking about earlier?” Harry looked down at his plate, trying to find something interesting about it.

“The Weasleys are coming over today. They have a son, Ron, who is your age.” Remus told him, before Sirius had a chance to say anything. “Would you like to meet him?”

Ron…. the name clicked in his mind. The boy in his dreams name was Ron! It could be a coincidence, but maybe not. Could this Ron have red hair, freckles, and be really tall? Harry shook his head, blocking his mind out. He was just jumping to conclusions. It couldn’t be right…. dreams are just dreams and nothing else.

“Harry?” Remus touched Harry’s shoulder, making him jump back in surprise.

“What?” Harry turned his attention to his guardian.

“Would you like to meet Ron?”

“Y-yeah…. sure.” Harry turned his attention back to his flapjacks, loading his fork and stuffing it into his mouth.


“Now, you are not to stare at him. Don’t gawk at the scar on his forehead. You are not allowed to ask him questions about the night he defeated You-Know-Who, because he doesn’t remember anything about it. You’re not allowed to hurt the poor boy. Just talk to him and have fun.” Molly ran a nervous hand through her hair, surveying her children. “Fred and George, no pranks. Don’t you dare hurt that boy in any way.”

“But, Mum-” Fred started to protest.

“No! That poor boy has been through enough already. He doesn’t need worms or snakes or whatnot tangling themselves on his body. Don’t even think about crossing Sirius Black! I don’t want him to go on a killing spree and get rid of us all!” Molly smoothed her robes and took a deep breath. “This is all Professor Dumbledore’s idea and that’s the only reason we’re going. Understood?”

“Yes.” the latter mumbled at different times.

“Let’s go then. Marauders Cottage, you heard Professor Dumbledore yesterday. We’re flooing there. Percy, you’ll go with Fred and George and I’ll go with Ginny and Ron.”

The five Weasley children stood up off of the couch. Molly grabbed some floo powder and stepped into the fireplace, dragging Ron and Ginny in with her. She gripped Ginny tight with her free arm and with the other threw the floo powder into the fireplace, thus crying, “Marauders Cottage”. She grabbed Ron with the other hand just in time before the room started to swirl and they disappeared from the Burrow.

They landed in another fireplace and Molly shooed them out to make way for the second batch. Soon enough Percy, Fred, and George appeared, Percy looking very dismayed. Fred and George had huge grins on their faces as they stood next to Ron.

“We pushed him into the fireplace and he got a whole mouth full of ash.” George giggled.

“It was hilarious!” Fred added as Ron and Fred joined in on laughing.

“Mr. Black?” Molly called in the house, her hand tightly on Ginny’s shoulder.

There was shuffling from another room. Chairs were squeaking on hardwood floors, as if they were being pushed in. Soon a man appeared. He was quite handsome and Molly recognized him at once from the Order of the Phoenix meeting. Sirius Black.

“Mrs. Weasley, pleasure to meet you again.” Sirius extended a hand towards the redheaded woman.

“Hello, Mr. Black.” Molly greeted, however, not shaking his hand.

Sirius’s dark green robes moved from the back. A small face peeked out from behind him. He had very messy, black hair and glasses. He looked at the children in wonderment, stopping on Ron so that he could look him up and down. Harry’s gaze then landed on Ginny, a weird look of recognition crossing his face.

“Harry, these are the Weasleys. Remember Moony and I were telling you about them?”

Sirius knelt down to the ground, pulling Harry in front of him. The boy immediately tried to bury his face into Sirius’s robes, but Sirius held him back. The children were looking at him, their mouths slightly opened. Harry squirmed under their gaze, backing up as far as he could to Sirius.

“Hello, Harry, my name is Molly Weasley.” Molly knelt down in front of the boy, a smiling playing on her lips.

“H-hi.” Harry whispered, his eyes locking on the woman before him.

“This is my son, Ron. He’s your age.” Molly pulled Ron forward so that Harry could get a look at him. “Ron, this is Harry.”

“I remember you! We meet in Diagon Alley! You were eating ice cream with that man.” Ron stated as he pointed at Sirius.

It was the boy from Harry’s dream. He looked just like him, except shorter and younger. He had the red hair, the freckles; he was tall for his age, and many more things. Harry opened his mouth to speak, but closed it quickly. He looked behind him to see Sirius encouraging smile.

“Hi,” Harry bit his lip before continuing. “I-I’m Harry.”

“Nice to meet you! I can’t believe it’s really you!” Ron stopped talking, based on the stern look he got from his mother. “Sorry.”

“Harry dear, this is my daughter Ginny. She’s a year younger then you.” Molly pointed to Ginny, who seemed to be blushing from head to toe.

Again, Harry recognized her as the girl from his dream. If she were taller and older, it would be her. Something flickered in the back of his mind, as if she meant a lot to him. Harry pushed it back, giving the small, blushing girl a small smile.


“H-h-hello!” Ginny squeaked.

“This is Fred, George, and my eldest Percy.” Molly pointed to the three children behind her as she said their names.

“Hiya, Harry!” the one names Fred stepped forward and grabbed Harry’s small hand, shaking it.

“Great to finally meet you, Mate.” George pushed Fred aside and shook Harry’s hand.

Harry, to say the least, was taken back from these sudden movements. Once the two let go, Harry backed up so that his back with flat against Sirius’s chest. His emerald eyes were wide with shock. He could feel Sirius chuckling slightly.

“Go play.” Sirius whispered into his ear as he stood up as Molly did the same.

“You like Quidditch?” Ron asked as he sat down on the ground.

“Y-yeah.” Harry turned his head around to see Sirius and Molly walking away.

“I’m a Chudley Cannons fan.” Ron stated.

“The Chudley Cannons stuck, Ron.” Fred rolled his eyes. “Now, Ireland’s a team!”

“Argh, England!” George shook his head.

“I-I like England.” Harry announced as George smiled widely.

“Now, Harry has good taste in Quidditch!” George exclaimed.

Meanwhile, Sirius had led Molly into the kitchen where he got her a cup of coffee. She sat down next to Remus and looked at the coffee, as if it was going to poison her. Sirius got a cup himself and sat down on the other side of Remus.

“They started to talk about Quidditch right away.” Sirius chuckling as he took a sip out of his cup.

“Quidditch solves everything…. well according to James it was.” Remus sniggered.

“How are you today, Molly?” Sirius asked as Molly jumped back, her eyes wide with terror.

“Fine.” Molly said quickly, looking back down to her coffee.

Sirius and Remus exchanged glances. Remus shrugged and looked over at the redhead. Sirius, on the other hand, sat down his coffee and leaned back onto his stool so that it was on its back legs. He crossed his arms over his chest and looked at Molly, a smile playing on his lips.

“Sirius, don’t.” Remus mouthed, but Sirius ignored it.

“What are you thinking about? You think I’m going to kill you?” Sirius asked, still smiling.

Molly turned her head around and looked at Sirius as if she hasn’t seen anything like him. She whipped out her wand and pointed it at Sirius, jumping out of her chair. The coffee mug fell off of the counter, shattering into a thousand pieces. Sirius looked at the older woman in shock.

“You try one thing to hurt my children and I’ll curse you before you can say Quidditch.” Molly, who was shaking slightly, said sternly.

“Whoa, whoa wait! Molly!” Remus jumped up, his hands up in the air. “What are you doing?”

“Don’t even threaten me, Sirius Black.” Molly’s eyes narrowed as she looked at Sirius with great distaste.

“I didn’t say anything.” Sirius said calmly, regaining his composure. “I just asked if that was what you were thinking.”

“If you touch one hair on my children’s head, I’ll-” Sirius interrupted her.

“I’m not going to hurt them. What do you think I do? Grab little children, tie them to chairs, and torture them by making them watch Barney over and over again?” Sirius said coolly, remembering Lily telling him about a muggle television show with a giant dinosaur. “I’m not a bloody Death Eater. If you think that then why did you even bring your children here? I don’t need my godson thinking negatively right now. Do you have any idea what he’s been through already?”

“That deprived, little boy is in your hands! And frankly, I don’t trust you as far as I could ruddy throw you! I know that you having custody of Harry is going to do horrible things for that little boy! Now, I know that James Potter was your best friend. Dumbledore’s told me all about it, but Harry isn’t James Potter. He’s a lost, little boy who doesn’t need you corrupting him.” Molly was shaking madly, but trying to contain her courage.

“I would never hurt my godson in any way. I love him more then my own life. I would die for him.” Sirius’s chair landed on all fours, making a loud bang.

“You may love him and you may die for him, but you’re not what he needs.” Molly swallowed hard.

“Oh, really? Then who does he need? An aunt and uncle who hate him and beat him up a bit whenever they’re getting bored? Hell, maybe an aunt and uncle who make him do all the housework and treat him like dirt. Let’s throw in some family members who don’t feed him for days on end. Ones who totally broke down his self-confidence and made him think that everything was his fault. Yeah, Molly, you’re right. He’s much better off with that bitch of an aunt and bastard of an uncle.” Sirius stood up, anger flashing in his eyes.

“I-I didn’t know.” Molly whispered, tears burning her eyes.

“Yeah, you didn’t know because you didn’t ask. Harry’s happy here. He eats square meals everyday. He doesn’t do any housework. He’s never yelled at or punished. He’s never beaten or belittled. He actually knows who his parents were and what they look like. He’s an energetic boy who loves to play Quidditch and hear stories about his parents. He’s shy around new people, because he’s afraid that they won’t like him and they’ll beat him. I’ve tried very hard to brake down the wall that Harry put up around himself. He detached himself from all people and he finally trusts me. I’m not going to let you screw up everything that I worked so hard to achieve just to make him happy.” Sirius, whose hands were tightly gripped on the back of the chair, told Molly.

“I’m sorry.” Molly looked down at the floor, a tear slipping down her face. “The fact is, is that you weren’t there for him when he needed you the most. When his parents first died. You got yourself thrown into Azkaban for revenge for your best friend while I’ll bet my life that James Potter would have wanted you to care for his son.”

“I’m not saying what I did was wrong. I wanted to avenge my friend’s death to get closure.”

“Are you two good now?” Remus asked the two, looking between them.

“Maybe.” Sirius muttered.

“Yes, but I still don’t trust you completely.” Molly announced.

“As long as you two are civil.” Remus sighed.

End of Chapter 11

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