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AN: Here's the next chapter. Thanks for all of your reviews.
Chapter 2: Located
Downtown London - 25 December 1993
Sirius Black trotted down the streets of London in his Animagus form on his way to King's Cross Station. He had just left Diagon Alley after getting a black market wand in Knockturn Alley from a man who sold wands without the Ministry tracking charms on it. He was planning on following the tracks of the Hogwarts Express to find his way to Hogwarts.
After he had rested for several days from his swim to the mainland after his escape from Azkaban, he had Apparated to Surrey. He found out right away that this was a big mistake. He'd had to flee immediately in his Animagus form when a team of Aurors and Hit Wizards Apparated to the area several minutes later. Apparently, during the years he had been in Azkaban, the Ministry had improved its detection techniques and made them capable of honing in on a single person using a large burst of magic when they were looking for someone in particular rather than just a general area.
From then on he had to travel by foot. He couldn't travel magically, and he also couldn't hitchhike because his picture had already been broadcast on the Muggle news and printed in all of the newspapers, so he couldn't take the risk of someone recognising him.
Sirius had made his way to Little Whinging to locate the Dursleys. When he reached the house he found no sign of Harry. He had snuck into the house the next day when Petunia and Dudley left on a shopping trip, and Dudley, who was the last one out, forgot to lock the door. Sirius had searched the house but found no sign that Harry lived there. In his dog form, he only found one place that had even a remnant of Harry's scent: the cupboard under the stairs. Once inside, he growled deeply when he realised the smell was coming from old dried blood that remained under the wooden baseboard along the bottom of the wall which smelled deeply of chlorine as if someone had been trying to get rid of a lot more blood.
He had gone into a rage and the next thing he knew, he was in the living room and had torn the sofa into pieces in his Animagus form. He took several deep breaths to calm himself and then left the house. Thinking it through, he had guessed that someone had found out about what was happening to Harry and had taken him away from the Dursleys. After several months of locating the houses of people who would have taken Harry in, Sirius still could not find Harry. Giving up on that search, he had decided to go to Hogwarts. If Harry was not staying there with Dumbledore, then at least he might be able to find out where he was staying.
After he had purchased a wand in Knockturn Alley, he hid behind a building to change into his Animagus form. As he had padded down the main path through Knockturn, he saw a discarded issue of the Daily Prophet next to a building. He grabbed it up in his mouth and carried it with him. He had followed closely behind a young couple on their way out of Diagon Alley, making it look like he belonged to them so that his presence didn't seem suspicious to anyone.
He broke out of his thoughts as a young street boy brushed past him carrying a battered and torn rucksack on one shoulder. After the boy passed him he smelled a familiar scent mixed in with the myriad other smells that were prevalent and nearly overwhelming for a dog on the streets of London, but he could not place what it was.
Sirius continued walking closer to King's Cross Station, but when he looked at the sky he saw foreboding dark clouds in the distance. It looked like a storm would be coming through in a few hours. He decided he would be better off waiting until tomorrow to begin following the tracks. He would be able to find shelter from the storm easier if he remained in the city.
He went behind a dumpster and changed back into his human form, and then leaned against the building to read the paper. The front page had several stories about the Ministry's efforts to catch him, along with a large full colour Wizarding photograph that had been taken while he was in Azkaban. Sirius turned the page and his heart skipped a beat and he felt like someone had punched him in the gut. The prominent story on the second page was titled:
Harry Potter: Is he really still alive? By Rita Skeeter
The Ministry continues to receive accounts from people who claim to have seen Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived. Despite the constant supply of sightings, all of those that have been investigated by the Department of Magical Law Enforcement have proven to be made up or mistaken. All of these false sightings are usually filed by people who wish to gain attention, or those who are so hopeful at the prospect of being the ones to find the Boy-Who-Lived that they begin to think they see him everywhere.
The personal opinion of this reporter is that there is no hope that we will ever find the Boy-Who-Lived, and the discouraging amount of false reports do not make the slim chances any better.
Harry Potter, the child who defeated You-Know-Who, was placed in the care of his maternal Aunt and Uncle after the death of his parents, James and Lily Potter at the hands of You-Know-Who. He was mistreated by his uncle from the moment he got there, and was eventually left for dead in the streets of London just over seven years ago. Since he was essentially isolate from the Wizarding world, no one knew of his absence until the day that he was supposed to begin Hogwarts. Since then, several detachments of Aurors from the ministry as well as the friends of the Potter family have been searching tirelessly to find him. There have been no new leads for nearly nine months and some at the DMLE are considering cutting down on the number of searchers.
We recently spoke to Remus Lupin, the Defence Against the Dark Arts Professor this year at Hogwarts. He has been one of those most affected by the disappearance as he was close friends with James and Lily Potter during the years they attended Hogwarts and beyond their graduation. He told us he has been combing London for months before he accepted the position at Hogwarts, and he continues his search every other weekend during the school year.
Anyone with credible information or tips on the whereabouts of Harry Potter is asked to contact Auror Kingsley Shacklebolt at the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.
Sirius collapsed to the ground and wept. He began to berate himself over and over in his head as he thought of his decision to go after Pettigrew that night. 'Why did I leave him that night? If I had just stayed I could have taken him in, even if Dumbledore wanted him with the Dursleys. He would never have been hurt by those bastards and he wouldn't have disappeared.
He felt a brief flash of anger when he thought that Remus had not taken Harry in, but it was quickly replaced with embarrassment and guilt for thinking that of his friend. He realised that as a werewolf there would have been no chance for him to get custody. He also figured, because of the years Harry had been missing without anyone knowing about it, that Remus had probably never visited Harry, because of how he felt about his Lycanthropy. However, Sirius wouldn't put it past Dumbledore to have forbid Remus from visiting, possibly even using threats of revealing his condition to the public.
Sirius growled to himself. Now the only thing he cared for was to get his revenge on Pettigrew, and maybe get a few choice words off at Dumbledore, but beyond that, he really saw no other reason to stay alive once he did that if Harry wasn't around. He realised that right now he could really care less if he was killed while he was after Pettigrew.
He slowly pulled himself together, using the Occlumency skills he had learned in Auror School, which had kept him sane while in his human form in Azkaban. Occlumency allowed him to calm his mind and mask his emotions, as well as letting him think clearly about how to get to Pettigrew. Right now what he needed to do was find a good place for shelter from the coming storm.
Transforming back into his Animagus form, he left the paper on the floor of the alley and turned back onto the road he had been traveling on before. As he walked, he once again picked up the familiar scent that he had smelled several minutes before. At first he just ignored it, but something in the back of his mind kept nagging him, telling him that the smell was somehow important. He stood still for several moments, sniffing deeply, trying to figure out what it was. He quickly realised it was the scent of a human, and instantly thought of Lupin, as it was a familiar scent. However, it didn't have the added smell of a member of the canine family, so it couldn't be him. 'It reminds me of James and Lily, but I know I smelled it more recently. Besides, James and Lily are dead, and no one else smelled similar to…'
He stopped in mid-thought and he felt his heart give a jump again. 'Harry!' The only one who had a similar scent had been Harry. His mind raced as he realised that this scent was identical to the one he found in the cupboard at the Dursleys. 'That's Harry's scent! Harry's alive! He must have been through here recently because I didn't smell this until… That boy who passed me.' He hadn't smelled it until the boy brushed past him, and as he thought back he realised the boy had had shaggy black hair, albeit much longer than James ever let his grow. He would never have made the connection if he hadn't read the article about Harry being abandoned in London.
He immediately ran in the direction Harry had gone, following the scent through what seemed like a random path through countless alleys and backstreets. After nearly ten minutes of running, the trail came out onto a larger street, and Sirius caught sight of the boy's back ahead of him. He barked joyfully as he ran toward Harry. As he came closer he saw that he wore tattered and ripped up jeans held up by a rope, and an oversized denim shirt.
He wasn't reacting at all to the barks that escaped Sirius as he approached, which confused him. 'Maybe he's used to having dogs bark at him while he's walking the streets.' Sirius finally caught up with him and nudged the back of his leg gently with his snout. The black-haired teen jumped at the sudden touch, and then spun around, an open switchblade in his hand so quickly that Sirius didn't even see him take it out of his pocket and open it up. He relaxed when he saw that it was just a dog.
Sirius continued barking as Harry looked at him, hoping to keep his attention. Harry knelt in front of him and slowly reached his hand out toward Sirius. As his face came into view all doubt about this not being Harry was erased.
A lightning bolt shaped scar stood out on his forehead, and his nose and cheekbones looked similar to that of his mother, but the most obvious were the bright and sparkling emerald eyes, identical to those of Lily, shining from behind a pair of glasses with taped up frames and scratched up lenses. Sirius noted several other scars, including a thick one on his right cheek, and a jagged scar that ran from just above his left eyebrow down the side of his face to just below his left cheekbone.
When Sirius sniffed the hand that Harry had extended to him, and then licked it, Harry smiled and began talking softly to him as he searched Sirius' neck for a collar. "Hey there, big fella, what're you doing out 'ere all by yourself? Do you have an owner?"
Sirius slowly shook his head no. Harry laughed and said. "Well, I guess you're a pretty smart dog. Sorry I didn't 'ear you barkin' at me before, but I'm deaf so I can't hear anythin' at all."
Sirius' heart sank at the thought of his godson having to live on the streets without the ability to hear. He took a few steps forward and licked Harry affectionately on the cheek as he wondered if his godson had become deaf as a result of the abuse he received from the Dursleys, or if it had happened on the streets. He figured it had probably occurred in the past few years after Harry had learned to speak, because he did not seem to have any of the speech problems that he knew children born without hearing or those who lost in the first years of their lives had.
Harry laughed as Sirius licked him, and then patted him on the head. "I'm 'eaded off to the place I live, d'you wanna stay with me?"
Sirius barked and jumped up to place his front paws on Harry's chest. "Okay, I guess that's a yes. Now, we need to figure out what I should call you." Harry thought for a minute. "How about Blackie?"
Sirius licked Harry's face in approval of the name, amused at how close his godson had come to his real last name. "Okay, Blackie it is!" Harry said. "We should get going so we can make it to my place before it starts raining."
Sirius followed right beside his godson as they went along the road towards the eastern side of the city. As they walked, Sirius noticed that Harry seemed to be brushing against certain people ask he went past them. Eventually Harry stopped behind a building and pulled five wallets out of his pocket and took the cash out of each before tossing the wallets on the floor. Despite the amount of wallets he had lifted, he only ended up with about ₤20. Sirius looked sadly at Harry, realising that he had probably had to live for several years as pickpocket to survive here on the streets.
Harry notice the look and smiled sadly at Sirius, "I really don't like stealin', but I only do it when I 'ave nothin' to eat." Sirius nuzzled Harry with his snout to show his understanding.
Harry smiled at him and said, "You're a really smart dog, aren't you. There's somethin' different about you from any dog I've seen before. Maybe it's 'cause the colour you glow is different than most dogs. I've only seen your kind of glow on certain kinds of humans before."
This statement shocked Sirius. It sounded as if Harry was describing his Aura. He knew that it was possible to tell Animagi apart from normal animals by the Aura of the wizard who had transformed. Usually the only way to see a person's Aura was to cast a certain spell that lasted for only a few minutes and could only be cast when you were looking at the person, which was what made Invisibility Cloaks so valuable, because the spell could not be used to detect people wearing the cloak.
Was it possible that Harry had the rare ability of Aura Sight? Sirius knew that some of James' ancestors had abilities that had been inherited from the days of the founders. Aura Sight was valued because it did not have the limitation of the spell, so the person could see people that had been Disillusioned or that were using Invisibility Cloaks. The only living person that Sirius knew of with Aura Sight was Alastor Moody, and that was only because he had a magical eyeball.
Harry led him down several more streets until they came to a store. Harry told Sirius to stay outside, and he came back out several minutes later carrying a box of corn flakes and five tins of dog food. "This should take care of the next six days if each of us eats half a tin and some cereal each day." Sirius felt even guiltier for going after Pettigrew that day when he realised Harry seemed to be used to relying on half a tin of dog food for his meals every day.
They walked for about 15 more minutes before Harry slowed down and stopped in front of an abandoned apartment building. They went around the back of the building and walked up a board that went one of the ground floor patios. They went through the glass patio door and came into a large room that had probably served as the dining room.
"Well, 'ere's my 'ome. This is the safest part of the building, 'cause most of the rest 'as water damage so the floors and ceilings are rottin' away."
Harry had an old army cot set up on one side of the room with several blankets and a torn up sleeping bag on top of it. Most of the other side of the room had a pile of cans that it looked like Harry was saving, and a pile of salvaged clothes and a stack of filled bottles of water. Near his cot was an area where it looked like he kept more personal belongings including a large stack of books and well-worn notebooks, and a small desk with paper, pens and other miscellaneous items that are often found in an office. On the other side of the cot was a box half filled with candles and several boxes of matches.
As Sirius was looking around the room, Harry had taken two bowls out and used a manual tin-opener to open up a tin of dog food. Sirius trotted over to him as he scooped out half into each bowl, and poured some corn flakes in and stirred it up. He placed a bowl on the floor in front of Sirius and began to eat from his own. Sirius lowered his head to the bowl and began to eat. He looked out the patio door and saw that it had begun to rain already.
He and Harry finished at around the same time and Harry took both bowls outside to rinse them in the rain. He came back in and set them down to dry. Harry walked over to the pile of books and grabbed three books and brought them over to his cot where he sat down to read.
He patted the mattress next to him and said. "You can sit up 'ere with me if you want to, Blackie." Sirius walked over to the bed and sprang up, lying next to Harry. He looked to the side at the book Harry was reading. He was on the last several pages, and what Sirius could see of it, it seemed familiar. He waited for Harry to finish it, so he could find out what it was. He watched as Harry's eyes flicked across the page. He would stop every few minutes at a word he had never encountered before, and pick up one of the other books he had brought over. Sirius realised it was a large dictionary, the type normally only found in libraries. Harry would search for the word, read the definition several times, and then use the pronunciation key to speak the word aloud several times.
Sirius was surprised that Harry could read so fast, in fact that he could read at all, and he silently thanked whoever it was that took the time to teach him to read, because he noticed that Harry seemed more relaxed and happy when he was reading. He guessed that whoever had taught him had done it before and after he had become deaf, showing him how to use the pronunciation key and using words that he already knew to help him pronounce and speak the word as if he had heard it before coming deaf.
Ten minutes later, Harry closed the book with a slight smile on his face and placed it to the side, allowing Sirius a glimpse at the cover. 'Oliver Twist by Charles Dickens' it read. Sirius was surprised that Harry was reading a Dickens book at his age. Sirius had read it once, but that had been shortly after graduation from Hogwarts, and Lily had recommended the book to him. He then realised one of the reasons Harry might have enjoyed reading it. The main character was an orphan living on the streets. Harry probably had had some of the same experiences as Oliver did. It had a nice ending, with Oliver ending up living with an old friend of his father's who had helped him out, managing to obtain half of Oliver's inheritance.
Sirius' heart turned at how happy Harry seemed at the ending, he decided he would do his best to make things play out in the same way for Harry. Harry looked over to see Sirius looking at him and the book he had just finished reading, and as if reading his mind said, "I 'ope something like that 'appens for me someday." Then he looked embarrassed, realising a dog would not have read a book before. "Sorry, you just seem so much like a 'uman instead of a dog, I keep forgettin' you probably 'ave no idea what I'm talkin' about."
Harry picked up his third book and began to read it. Sirius nearly snorted aloud, or at least as well as a dog would be able to snort, when he saw Harry was reading Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. Sirius himself had read it and found it to be one of the most hilarious books he had ever read.
He and Harry sat in companionable silence for the next several hours as Harry read and Sirius watched him. Harry eventually had to get out a candle to have enough light to read by. Finally, as rain began to die down at around ten at night, Harry did something else that shocked Sirius he picked up one of the books and held it out in front of him on his palms, and stared at it. His brows furrowed in concentration, and suddenly the book rose from his hands. He flicked his eyes to the desk and the book levitated over to it and settled down on it, and Harry repeated this with the rest of the books. Sirius stared in shock at Harry as he watched him do wandless magic without any difficulty.
Harry looked over at him after the last book settled on the desk and saw Sirius staring at him. "Didya like that, Blackie? I've been practicing that for a long time since I found out I could do it."
Sirius slowly shook off his amazement and realized that Harry had been doing magic for years and didn't seem to realize it. It had apparently been weak enough that it was masked by the magical background signals given off throughout central London, because otherwise Dumbledore or the Ministry would have detected him.
Harry got out a large blanket and folded it up next to the cot for Sirius to lie on. He then pulled off his shoes, tossed them to the side, and blew out the candle before getting comfortable on the bed and pulling the sleeping bag tightly around himself.
Nearly an hour later, as Sirius was finally drifting off to sleep, Harry began whimpering and twitching in his sleep. The twitching became more pronounced and the entire cot began to tremble. He screamed, flinching his face away from something in his dream. Sirius began to get up from his spot beside the cot when Harry began to speak in his sleep. "No, please, no, not that Uncle Vernon, I'll do any chores you want, just don't do that to me again." He begged, sobbing in his sleep.
Sirius leapt onto the bed and began nudging Harry's face with his snout, eventually forcefully as the nightmare continued. Finally Harry woke up with a shout. Sirius was confused when he saw Harry checking around his body with trembling hands as if to check for injuries. He finally realised Sirius was on the bed with his nose next to Harry's face.
Harry threw his arms around a stunned Sirius, sobbing into his fur. "I-it was r-really just a dream!" He gasped out. "I don't live there anymore. He w-won't be able to ever do i-it to me again."
Sirius stayed still, allowing Harry to cry against him as he pondered the dream that Harry had just had. He knew that Dursley had hurt Harry, at least to the point that he had bled, but what he had heard Harry saying, and how Harry had acted when he woke up, caused him to feel like a pit was forming in his stomach. It sounded as if Dursley had regularly beat Harry, causing injuries across his body from the way Harry had been checking himself. He felt an even larger burning rage toward Vernon, thinking of all he would do to him when he saw him.
As Harry calmed down, Sirius' rational mind kicked in, and he realised he was thinking the exact same way he had when he had gone after Pettigrew. 'No.' He thought. 'I won't do that to Harry again. It's my fault if anything like that happened to him with them, and I won't allow him to be hurt again because of my blind anger.'
Harry's sobs subsided and he pulled back, looking at Sirius. "Sorry I got your fur all soaked. I usually only 'ave the really bad dreams like that one about once a month."
Sirius licked his tear-stained face, and Harry's trembling stopped completely as he lay weakly against his pillow. Sirius moved forward, lying down next to Harry, allowing him to place his arms around his neck in a hug. They stayed like that, and eventually Harry drifted off to a less restless sleep.
He swore to himself then that he would stay with Harry from now on and wouldn't go out of his way to go after Pettigrew. He decided that he had to find some way to contact Remus in the next few weeks so that he could find Harry and he wouldn't have to live like this anymore.
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London - Early Morning - 31 December, 1993
Sirius sat on the sidewalk across the street from the Hackney Public Library as he waited for Harry to emerge from the building. Over the past week he had found that Harry went to the library every other day, and that he had found him when he was on his way back from one of the larger libraries in central London. He went to the local one here in the Hackney area of London more frequently. He let Sirius come along every trip, and wait outside for several hours while Harry read inside the library. He had no address, and thus no way to check out books, so he read them at the library.
Sirius was thinking deeply about something that had happened earlier in the morning. It had been a little after they woke up, and Harry had come back from a short walk with a discarded newspaper. After reading the front page he had said "All they 'ave to talk about these days is this Sirius Black bloke who escaped from prison." He had set the paper down and Sirius could see his picture plastered on the lower section of the front page. "They say that he murdered a bunch of people in the middle of the street. I wonder if he really did it or not."
Sirius had looked up, surprised by this. Harry seemed to notice the look and had said. "They say in 'ere that he blew up some sort bomb or somethin', but if he did that while he was in the middle of the street, wouldn't 'e 'ave gotten 'imself blown up too? I've read a few books about people that got put in jail or killed for somethin' and then the police eventually found out they didn't do what they were accused of. For some reason, I don't think he actually did it. Somethin' about their story doesn't make sense."
Sirius had been extremely happy on the way to the library after what Harry had said. Now he was trying to decide when he should reveal his true form to Harry. Now that he knew Harry wouldn't be that likely to turn him in, and more likely to hear him out, he decided that he would transform in front of Harry and tell him about himself and the fact that Harry was a wizard. Then they could figure out a way to contact Remus. He finally decided on revealing himself tomorrow.
The book levitation was the only magic Sirius had seen Harry use so far, although he wouldn't be surprised if it played a role in his ability to pickpocket so easily, possibly through some unconscious use of a Summoning charm.
He glanced up when the front door of the library opened to see Harry come out and make his way across the street to Sirius. He patted Sirius on the head when he reached him and said, "Hey, Blackie. You've been such a good boy to wait for me when I go to the library. C'mon, I'm gonna get us a treat."
They walked several blocks and came to a small ice cream shop. Harry went inside and got a scoop of vanilla ice cream with the last of the money he had taken the week before. He sat with Sirius on the sidewalk and quickly devoured half of it before giving Sirius the other half. When they had finished they began walking back to their place. As they walked Harry seemed to be deep in thought about something. Because of this, they only realised at the last minute that when they turned down a side street, several people were there, waiting for them.
"Well, well, well. It's the crazy little deaf freak. And look, he's got himself a doggy." Said a large, menacing boy who was wearing a dark red shirt and black pants and holding a metal pipe. He and four others wearing the same clothing stood in the alley, all of them holding an assortment of makeshift weapons. Harry turned quickly, only to find four more teens had come into the alley behind them.
The leader who had spoken was named Stephen. Harry had bested him in a fight several years ago when they had been attacking a young girl. Since then, Stephen had been looking for revenge, and had apparently been planning this for quite a while to be able to know the streets Harry usually used.
"Blackie, this is going to be dangerous. I want you to run home when you can." Harry said to Sirius, his eyes never leaving the group. Sirius shook his head, planning to help Harry against these teens, even if he had to transform and use magic. "Why don't you blokes just fuck off and leave us alone so you don't get yourselves beat up like Stevie 'ere did?"
Suddenly one of the younger boys charged forward with a large piece of metal chain, and the rest quickly followed him. Harry had his switchblade out in an instant along with a small throwing knife in his left hand. He swung his hand backwards, releasing the knife and letting it stab into the chest of the boy who had led the charge. The boy staggered back, staring in shock at the knife that was protruding from his chest. As Sirius leapt onto another boy, biting his weapon arm and causing him to drop a cricket bat, the other boys attacked Harry at the same time. Sirius had never seen anyone move as fast as Harry. He was weaving in and out of the attacks, slashing each attacker with his switchblade, and only receiving glancing blows from the attackers.
He could only dodge for so long before someone got a good hit in. Stephen managed to hit him across the back with his metal pipe, stunning him long enough to let the others pin him down. As Harry struggled, Stephen raised the pipe for what would likely be a fatal blow. Suddenly the air around Harry glowed red, and a circular blast of red energy shot out of his body in all directions. When it faded, every one of the gang members was knocked out. Harry stood up; looking shocked at what had happened. Sirius realised he had just done some accidental magic in the form of a stunning spell, although it was one of the largest ones he had ever seen. He knew that it had likely been large enough to allow detection by either Dumbledore or the Ministry, so he would have to transform earlier than he had planned so he could explain to Harry about himself before anyone else told him he was a murderer.
Harry snapped from his daze and looked over to Sirius. "That was really weird, Blackie. Let's get out of 'ere before they wake up." He pulled his throwing knife out of the now unconscious teen that had led the attack, and wiped off the blood on the teen's shirt. Within ten minutes they were back at the apartment, with Harry seated on his cot looking confused. "What the bloody 'ell did I jus' do?" He muttered.
Harry looked up to see Blackie staring at him. To his shock, he began to grow larger and less furry, and began to develop human-like features. He switched from being on all fours to standing on two legs. Finally, his dog features disappeared completely and were replaced by a very familiar human face. "Hello, Harry, I'm Sirius Black."
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Headmaster's Office, Hogwarts Castle - 31 December, 1993
Albus Dumbledore was at his desk, preparing his speech for the Return Feast which would occur on Sunday when all of the students came back from winter holiday. His head snapped up sharply when he heard a loud pinging coming from one of the many instruments he kept around his office. His eyes went to a round sphere that was flashing with a yellow and indigo light. He sprang out of his chair and sprinted to the instrument. Picking up the instrument, he set it into a small holder, which caused it to project an image and words in the air above it.
Magical Signature Detected
Subject: Harry James Potter
Magic Detected: Accidental Stunning Spell
The image shown was a map with a blinking light showing the location of the magical signature. A smiling Dumbledore looked closely at the map and realised it was a close-up of the area of London near Hackney, called the East End. His smile diminished when he remembered the area was not one of the best of London; in fact it was one of the poorest areas close to Downtown London. However, he had already suspected that Harry wasn't living in the best of conditions.
He practically skipped over to his fireplace and got out some Floo powder and tossed it in the flames. He stuck his head in and set the Floo call to Deputy Headmistress McGonagall's office. When she replied, he said "Minerva, please come to my office immediately. I have some rather good news and I need your help with something." He thought for a moment and then added. "Please ask Emma to come as well."
After she said she would be there in a few minutes, he cut off the call and went back over to the projection that hung in the air. "Hang on, Harry, my poor boy, we are coming to help you. I did a terrible thing to you, and now I must try my hardest to make it up to you." He said softly, while thinking that he would never really be able to do so, before he went to the Floo again to make a call to Auror Hestia Jones.
AN: Well, we finally get to see Harry and discover his disability.
Thank you everyone for your reviews, they are always helpful. By the way, does anyone know how to make colored font appear in stories? I've seen it in several stories here on Portkey that have it and it would be useful for some later chapters.