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The Marauders Vanguard	By : fantasyra Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 1974 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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situations are owned by J.K. Rowling and her licensees. This is a work of fan
fiction, produced solely for enjoyment. No infringement of rights is
intended.� J.K. Rowling owns it all, I
am just playing with the story.� No
profit is being made by me or anyone I know personally over this work.

Story picks up on the train ride after the end of book
5.� Just as a reference.

The Story�

Two years previously�

Chapter 2: Goodbye

**********Two Years
Prior*********

The piece of parchment shook slightly from the rumble of the
train barreling down the track, even though the hands that held it were steady.
Piercing green eyes raked over the words listed along the parchment trying to
think of anything he might have missed.

Take control of my
life.

Train harder

Become the man Sirius,
Mum, and Dad would have been proud of.

Control emotions, they
get people killed.

Stop Hiding

He ran his hand through his long, messy raven hair in
frustration. Nothing new came to mind. Damn, my hair is long enough to have
to tie it or something. Turning slightly, he looked at his reflection in
the glass. The man staring back at him was a far cry from the boy that looked
back less than a year ago. That boy had a Godfather. That boy did not almost
get every single one of his friends killed on a wild goose chase. That boy did
not carry the burden of the wizarding world on his shoulders. That boy did not
have to find some way to kill the most feared dark wizard in the known world.
The man looking back at him did. His eyes were haunted from his losses. It was
not just Sirius� death, but the deaths of every single person who had fallen to
the Dark Lord�s wand or those of his minions. The responsibility was one that
he was not sure he could shoulder, and the knowledge that he was utterly alone in
so many ways was threatening to choke him.

The man who looked back at him was going to be sixteen in a
short time, but his eyes held wisdom beyond his years. They looked old,
haggard, and burdened. The stubble on his face only added to his haggard
appearance. His bangs hung low enough to just about cover half of his eyes. Not
to mention that they completely obscured the lightning bolt scar on his
forehead, not that anyone would let him forget it. Not now, not ever. He could
never forget it. Still, unless one knew to look for it, one would never know it
was there. I seriously need a hair cut or a specific style. It�s too long to
be practical this way.

He turned back to his parchment. He still had a few more
hours before they arrived at Kings Cross, and he left the hell that was his
life in the Wizarding world for the hell of a life that he lived when with the
Dursleys. Either way, he was going to be alone now. It was better that way, as
far as he was concerned. Dumbledore wanted him alone, so alone he would be. No
one questioned the old man about anything. No one really knew the real him. Ron
and Hermione came close, but even they did not really know him. He really
needed to think past these thoughts. He needed to find a way to get past this
brooding depression he was trapped in. In the back of his mind, he had always
known, in the end, it would be this way. The prophecy just gave him words to
focus on. It just gave him something to see to make it real. His childhood was
over now, even he could see it.

He snorted which brought the other occupants� attention to
him momentarily. They had been quiet, like they were attending a funeral,
looking anywhere but at him. They were the only ones who had an inkling of what
it was like to be him. They were the only ones who had any idea, close or not,
of who he used to be. They had barely escaped the Ministry alive, no thanks to
his recklessness. I had better send Hedwig to the Grangers first chance I
can. Madam Pomfrey did not seem very confident about Hermione�s injuries. I
know I can heal it though.

Closing his eyes, he tried to think of what had passed for
his childhood. Most of his memories were filled with beatings and years living
in neglect in his cupboard. He had been vilified by people who never even took
a moment to look past the weak facts that rumors offered them. What enjoyment
had he taken in his life so far? Was there a single moment in his life where he
experienced joy without pain? The greatest realizations of his life, being a
wizard and going to Hogwarts, were tinged with pain, near death experiences,
and loss. Quidditch was pretty much the same story. If people did not hate him
for his skills, they hated him for other reasons. As much as he loved magic,
even that hurt. No light without dark so far.

He was shite with girls. He proved that with Cho. He should
have never let Tonks talk him into that. She wasn�t even the girl he really
liked anyways, not that he could have the girl he wanted. With the prophecy
hanging over him, that situation was not likely to improve. Besides, what girl
his age could possibly want to be with him for him, and not his fame or wealth?
It was a short list, consisting of no one. Well, one but she was out of his
league. Crazy fan-girls stalked him or hated him for who he was. Not to mention
that Riddle would just hunt them and kill them to hurt him in the end. No,
girls were out too. This was no way for a teenage boy to be. He should be
worried about how he was going to snog a pretty thing in the halls, his marks,
or the career he wanted. He sighed, Bill was going to be pissed when he gave up
his apprenticeship.

His O.W.L.S. did not even interest him now. Riddle was not
going to give a shite about how well he did. He would just kill him given the
first chance. If he wanted to have a life of his own, he was going to have to
take it. Dumbledore only cared that his weapon did what was required. It was
coming time for him to just take what joy he could find instead of waiting
passively for the Fates to hand him his due.

Fate. Ha, there was something funny. He was Fates� Bitch. His
whole life was has been as the plaything of who ever wanted to toy with him. He
was Cho�s connection to Cedric. He was Dumbledore�s weapon, Riddle�s nemesis,
and the worlds� Hero/villain. There was no room for him to be just Harry. Not
unless he just took it from them. That was going to be hard. He knew nothing
about how to do such a thing. Not to mention Dumbledore would not like it if he
just started calling the shots. More importantly, he did not even know what shots
to call. Dumbledore must have a plan but so far his faith in those plans was
shaky. Faith required trust, trust given should be returned. Dumbledore was one
of the most trusting people on the outside, but Harry knew differently.
Dumbledore did not trust Harry enough to tell him things that could have spared
him the pain of losing his Godfather. He needed to know more, needed more
information about how the Wizarding world worked. I need Neville. I bet he
would know all that stuff, his Gran has been a part of the political stuff for
years.

Dipping his quill into the vial of ink, he started writing
again. He wanted to know things, specific things. Where was Remus when he was
growing up? Why did he have to go to the Dursleys� when Sirius was his
Godfather? He could have avoided Azkaban entirely if he had been given to him
after his parent�s death. He should have been. That was what a Godfather was
for. To care for their godchildren should the parents not be able to. Why did
he not know anything about his parents but the tidbits he heard now and then?
Where were all of his parents� things? Something should have survived. Where
were his family heirlooms? His father was a pure blood. Surely there would have
been something from the old family. How old was the Potter line anyways? Maybe
it was short line, and that was why there was almost nothing. Hagrid said he
knew a lot of his mum and dad�s old friends but who where they? Would they
share their stories? Maybe he could find out who he was if he knew who they were.

He needed balance. That is what he needed most. He knew he
was nowhere near ready to face Riddle yet, not magically, and possibly he never
would. He needed to know who he was, who he wanted to be, and most importantly,
what. He needed to do SOMETHING other than mope, brood, or bitch about how bad
he had it. A dark smirk slowly manifest on his face. If I�m not careful I
will turn into Ron. Okay, note to self. Do not become Ron!

If he was paying the other occupants in the car any mind, he
might have noticed the strange looks he was getting from everyone but Luna. She
smiled a bit more dreamily at him. Sirius would not want him to brood. He would
want him take control of his life, Sirius knew him well. Sirius had tried to
include Harry. He had tried to back him in all things. Without him, he lost a
father figure and ally, but the impression he left on Harry would be something
he would never forget. It was the first time he thought of Sirius without the
pain of loss.

Harry leaned back in his seat closing his eyes and thinking
of everything Sirius had ever said to him, letting the memories wash over him.
If he was watching him now, Harry was pretty sure he would be smiling. Not
because he was forced to leave him, but because he fulfilled his desire to
protect Harry like he promised his parents. Images of the pranking, laughing,
incurable Marauder floated through his mind. Sirius knew how to live, years in
Azkaban had given him a desire to live to the fullest he was able. He pranked
Order members when he could get away with it, told the most outrageous jokes,
and most of all, loved Harry unconditionally. He wanted him back more than
anything in his life. He never got to talk to Sirius about all the things he
would like. If there was one thing he was going to change about his life, it
was going to be that he was no longer to allow opportunities like those to pass
him by.

Harry sighed, you never know when the people you love are
going to die. If he wanted to have any kind of life, aside from his status as a
weapon, he would need to take it. As Sirius once said to him, Glory goes to the
bold. Glory did not necessarily have to be awards or such. Glory could come
from getting a girl, good marks, victory in battle, or saving the ones you
love. As far as he saw it, he only had this summer to do it all. It was
unlikely he would survive the following year

First, he had to get his mental house in order. He needed
information, to control his emotions, to become magically proficient, take
control of his life, and learn to defeat Riddle. It�s a good thing I have
developed a tendency to do the impossible because that is a tall fucking order.
It was a tall order for a confused, lonely, ignorant man trapped in a
hormonal teenage body. Still, not too impossible he reasoned. His first step
however required him to finish what he started at Hogwarts after the Ministry. I
hope the librarian�s catalog of library books works like the rest of the
Wizarding world, backwards with gaping holes. Otherwise he knew the fit
will hit the shan when she finds that book gone.

He was not sure who he could trust yet either. Anyone in the
Order would be likely to tell Dumbledore, for his safety of course. Getting out
of Druskaban was going to be difficult, but not impossible. It looks like I
may have to unleash one or two of my secrets. I had really hoped it would not
come to this.

Training was going to be bloody difficult since everyone he
could think of to train him was under Dumbledore�s thumb. With the restriction
of underage magic, he could not train himself. So, that might have to wait
until he got back to Hogwarts next year. Still, he could read books and plan
some things. Still required him to get out though, to get out and get the books
he needed without anyone knowing about it. Harry wondered if Dumbledore found
out about the shed behind headquarters yet�

xxxxxx

Well, that was the most moronic thing the Order could have
possibly done. They had no idea, thanks to Dumbledore, that Veron Dursley would
react very, very poorly once they reached Privet Drive after being confronted
by the �Freaks�. Harry knew though. He really only had one choice now to
salvage his plans. None of which would work if his Uncle beat him into a
cripple. They had only just left Kings Cross a few moments ago, and he knew he
had to act quickly to salvage his situation.

Harry leaned back his head against the seat of his uncle�s
car, barely noticing his mutterings and the purple coloring to his face as he
drove aggressively through traffic. His thoughts where the same as they have
been for the last month since he started this plan. Did he have the minerals to
do this? Was it worth it? Was he really ready to unleash his secret? His
answers were always yes. Even though the last one usually took some debate
before he got it. There is no way in hell I can let who Jessica is out
though. I doubt even Hermione would understand.

His thoughts moved along as he listlessly stared out the side
window as the city was left behind and traffic eased. Since halfway through the
year he had an escape strategy planned. He almost used it when the Twins left
and joined them, O.W.L.s or no. His Firebolt was returned after the disaster at
the Department of Mystery�s, so he had that again, though it was an emergency
option since he had not yet mastered the difficult Disillusionment charm. His
cloak only got him so far, though he did have two abilities no one knew about,
the first for good reason and the second because it might save his life one
day. It just may be the ticket I need to get out of this situation too.

Breaking out of his whirling thoughts, he noticed they were
about a half an hour from Druskaban. A sense of doom descended on his mind,
which brought the one thing he was trying to avoid into his mind, the Prophecy.
Dumbles had to tell him about it right after Sirius died. He should have known
well before that, and Harry honestly thought he had a good idea why he was not
told. That thought was not pleasant as his own interpretation of that blasted
Prophecy was what was leading him in this direction.

�Neither can live while the other Survives�. It kept implying
it had to be one or the other. He was destined to fight a wizard with almost
fifty years of magical experience, untold knowledge of the forbidden magics, a
small army of psychotic maniacs, and the unholy need to kill him just because
he has been unable to do so yet. In a way, it was funny, but Harry knew his
luck was not going to last much longer. Luck was a fickle mistress and turned
her smiles from her favorites without notice or warning.

Then again, his personal interpretation was slightly
different, but hopefully it would not come to pass. The odds said differently.
He needed to know more before he committed to one theory over the other.

Taking out a folded piece of parchment from his back pocket,
he re-read the list he composed of his summer plans. He did not quite make his
decision to do this until the reality of going back to the Dursley�s hit him.
The list comprised all the things he had been denied having living with his
�relatives� and things he wanted to do before His luck ran out and Riddle
finished what he started long ago.

Looking down at what he was wearing he knew one of his first
stops was going to have to be clothes. He and Jessica would need several
outfits and that was the other problem. He did not know anything about women�s
fashion. Maybe I should have dated Lavender Brown last year and asked her
about it. If anyone would know about that she would. Harry shivered at the
imagery. Hell no, the better idea was I should have just taken Tonks. Hmmm,
might still be able to� Tonks was a part of the very short list of
people he could trust.

In the last year, they had grown close, closer than he was
with Ron or Hermione. It all started a couple of nights after he was moved to
Grimmauld Place last year�

-Flashback-

Like most nights, Harry had not
been able to sleep through the night. Again, like most, days he decided since
his nightmares were going to keep him awake, and he would head down and get
something to drink and calm himself before he tried it again. Unlike
most times, when he entered the strange kitchen of headquarters, he found the
pink haired Auror sitting at the table, silently crying. He felt his stomach
clench and thoughts of getting a butterbeer flew away as he felt like he was
intruding on something that was simply not his place. Thoughts of
silently walking away before he was noticed were lost when Tonks looked up and
noticed him standing in the doorway.

�Wotcher Harry.� Her voice was
choked and he could see tears trekking down her face.

�Hey Tonks. You okay?� She
smiled a bit at him.

�Not really. Date did not go
quite as well as I hoped. Kind of a disaster actually.�

He walked in and sat down in the
chair next to her. He remembered a Hogsmeade weekend where Alicia was distraught
over her bad date and he saw Fred comforting her in the common room. Trying his
best to emulate a successful tactic he nervously placed his arm around her
shoulders bringing her close to him, sweating bullets the whole time. Physical
contact with anyone was usually a negative experience for him, but it worked
for Fred and Alicia. �I�m a good listener if you need to talk about it.�
He used the same words Fred did though he did not say them with the same flair.
It was one of the few times the miscreant was not joking or pranking someone,
and it worked to help Alicia. He watched as Tonks laid her head on his shoulder
and started talking about her date.

�She was very excited about it and said she really liked the guy.
He worked in the Department of Magical Cooperation, and they had lunch a few
times in the office. Things had gone really well until he brought out a photo.
�I don�t know why I try Harry. It�s always the same every time. If they know
about my abilities, they always want me to change something. Sometimes it�s my
hair, height, or my boobs.� Harry had to bite his tongue when she reached up
and groped herself. �The worst one�s though bring photos, dead girlfriends or
wives, co-workers, or other such hotties. Every single one, sooner or later,
ask me to change, and it hurts. What is wrong with me that no one wants to be
with me?�

��There is nothing wrong with you, Tonks. People in general are
just stupid and get blinded by what you are and not who you are. Trust me, I
know. Last year at the Yule Ball, I had girls asking me to take them but they
were asking the Boy Who Lived or the Champion. Not one of them wanted to go
with Harry.� He laughed. �There were two girls I really wanted to go with. One
was out of my league, and the other was this girl named Cho, but I was too late
in asking her. I ended up going with Pavarti. Though, to be honest, I did not
treat her very well.� He took a drink from the bottle. �You�re
special Tonks. Don�t let these blokes tell you different. I keep waiting for
people to want to know the real me but I have learned to not get too fussed if
they don�t.� They spent that night just talking about things. A lot of
nights afterward they developed a sort of pattern through the summer where they
would sit and joke or tell stories of their lives at Hogwarts.

A few times, Tonks woke him up
if he was sleeping and she had a bad day when she needed someone to talk to,
but Harry never minded. He enjoyed spending time with her. She learned a lot
about his life, and he in turn learned a lot about hers. Sometimes, she would
comfort him, and others he would comfort her. Though he hated being stuck in
that hellhole they called Headquarters, he found two things to make it
bearable. One was being able to be around Sirius during the day, when Mrs. Weasley
would let them, and really getting to know his godfather. At night he got to be
around Tonks. He never told her about Jessica. Though if anyone was going to
understand her, and not take the mickey out of him for the rest of his life
over it, Tonks was that person�

-End
Flashback-

His musings ended abruptly when the car slammed to a stop in
the driveway of Privet Drive. His relatives stormed out of the car and into the
house, and Harry could not be sure they did not Apparate since they moved so
quickly. He sighed. Once he entered that house, all hell would break loose.
Exiting the car, he retrieved his trunk from the boot placing it next to his
uncle�s car and retrieved Hedwig�s cage, placing it next to it before locking
up his uncle�s car.

He took a moment to look around the neighborhood, trying to
see if he could spot his guard. He knew he had one. They did it to him last
year to force him to stay here, and this year would be no different. Everything
appeared to be perfectly normal in this little pocket of Surrey. Turning, he
took in Privet Drive and nodded to himself. Now was as good a time as any. Once
he walked inside the confines of the house, his uncle would come unwound, and
things might end up with Harry unable to leave afterward. He knelt down and
opened his school trunk.

The contents of his trunk were vastly different from what
they were last year, the one major difference being the large backpack that
filled at least a third of it. The backpack was a work of genius, if he said so
himself. A tricky bit of magic that the Twins told him took forever to finish.
Thankfully, they managed it before they left school. He opened the top to check
the contents and rifled through it, making sure he had all of his books,
quills, ink, and parchment, which he did. He was not carrying any clothes since
he planned on getting more later. He was not even taking his school clothes
with him since it would save tons of space. Taking out his father�s
invisibility cloak, he set it to the side trying to think what else he might
need. Some of the twins joke ideas were in there, including a Headless Hat. He
made sure some of his other kits were there. One thing about being a slave at
Durskaban, they made sure he knew how to do everything from cooking to sewing.
He had everything he needed in the pack. He would be able to do his homework,
write letters if he chose, patch his clothes if he needed to, and patch himself
if he needed it. He hated to admit it, but Snape taught them a few solid
potions last year. Sneaking some extras from his cauldron was not very hard
before he had to vanish his leftovers.

Harry smiled when he took inventory of the Twins� joke items.
They really came through for him, and several of them would come in handy for
some of the things he had in mind. Not seeing anything else that would help him
out of his current dilemma, he closed the pack and opened Hedwig�s cage,
allowing her to hop onto his arm. Once he stood up, he petted her for a bit
watching her relish the attention while she watched him with concerned eyes.

�You remember what we talked about before? About this
summer?� He smiled when she bobbed her head at his questions. He was absolutely
certain that she was no normal owl. She always seemed to understand what he
said, and he had learned to understand her.

�You won�t be able to see me most of the time, until I get
the bike. You remember what Jessica looks like, right?� She blinked once,
letting him know she did. �Good. Are you sure you can find us? Even after you
make deliveries?� He almost laughed when she puffed up and gave him a
reproachful look for doubting her. It took him almost five minutes to calm her
down. �Sorry girl, I just don�t want to lose you, you�re all I have left now.�
Harry chuckled softly when she leaned in and nibbled lightly on his fingers to
reassure him.

�Go on then. No more cages. No more Dursleys! See you
tonight.� With that, he launched her into the air and watched as she pumped her
wings and disappeared into the sky. Now, it�s time for me to fly away.

xxxxxx

Grimmauld Place appeared deserted. It was absolutely
unbelievably lucky, and Harry was thankful, though he was a bit weary of it. He
decided the risk of sneaking in under his cloak was worth it since there might
have been some food in the chill boxes, but this was beyond his wildest hopes. With
Sirius gone, they might have worried about who owns the house now. No matter.
With his wand drawn, he stalked the house, quite as a church mouse making sure
everything was as it seemed. When he entered the old dining hall he stopped
cold.

A figure in black raggish robes was hunched over a sack
placing the silver into it. Deciding to get a better look, he crept forward and
noticed the figure was Mundungus Fletcher, and he was in the process of nicking
all of Sirius�s silverware. The closer he got, the more his blood boiled. How
DARE he steal from Sirius after everything he did for him! Harry quietly
took up a serving tray that had the black crest on it, and with all of his rage
brought it down on the back of his head. With grim satisfaction, he watched the
old crook slump over his ill-gotten gain with a soft moan.

Harry sat there fuming, trying to decide what to do with him
when a smile crept across his face. If anyone had an untraceable wand it would
be Dung. More importantly, Harry had no problem stealing from him since that is
what he was trying to do here. After taking his wand, he took a deep breath and
risking his position on a hunch that he had months ago, cast a spell that bound
the old thief tightly. Harry�s rage over the attempted theft must have leaked
into the spell because he noticed the ropes bite a bit tighter than they should
have. He made sure to go through all of his pockets and removed all the jewelry
on him, of which there was quite a lot. He wore multiple rings on each hand,
and at least a dozen necklaces and bracelets. Some of them Harry thought
Jessica would wear. Harry pocketed all of them, with the thought of pawning the
more distasteful ones if it turned out he could not get into his vault. Last
Christmas, Sirius told him he was going to update his will, and he knew that
everything in the house was technically his. Besides, he doubted Sirius would
mind. He hated all this crap, and he would have applauded Harry�s desire for
funds on the greatest prank of all time on Dumbledore. It made Harry smile,
thinking of the old man�s reaction when he found out.

Harry also found a second wand and holster on Dung, so he did
not feel bad taking the one he picked up off the floor. Harry looked up at the
ancient clock sitting in the corner and realized that half an hour had gone by
since he cast the spell and, no notes had came from the Misuse of Magic office.
He smiled again. He was right. The Trace was either on his wand or it was an
area monitoring thing. Bill mentioned wards that did that kind of thing.
Trigger wards, I think he said that they were called that. Something like that.
His smile faded a bit, thinking it could be the fact that the ministry did
not know that this house existed at all since the Fidelius Charm was over it.
As he entered the library he thought that it warranted further study. He still
felt better with a different wand, even if it did not quite feel right in his
hands.

In the Library, he gathered several books he thought he would
need. His topics were Legilimency, Occlumency, and every book that dealt with
cursed scar pains or contained references to them. The biggest problem he had
was the fact these topics were so obscure that only tidbits could be garnered
from different source books. Still, some knowledge on them was better than
none, even if it was fragmented. After some time, he pocketed the list he made
back in Hogwarts and grabbed his stack of books making for the shed outback.

Legilimency and Occlumency, were illegal without Ministry
approval. Not to mention those branches of magic were so obscure that it was
almost impossible to find anything on them. Knowing that he was positive there
would be something in the Black library, even if they were not much more than
guides and theory based source books. Still, they might help him discover what
he was doing wrong, or what he was supposed to do while Snape was mind raping
him last year.

Harry just made it to the back door when he heard the
portrait of Mrs. Black start howling like a banshee in the living room. He
paused a moment, looking back, and saw someone he did not know from the Order
trying to shut her up and left the old house making sure his cloak properly
covered him.

After surveying the grounds, he inched his way over to a
small building that held the reason for his visit. This was the second, and
most complicated, of his harebrained idea for escaping his relatives,
Dumbledore, and the Order. So far, no one had seen him, and he managed to enter
the building unseen. Inside, the building he found the prize of all prizes:
Sirius Black�s motorcycle. Harry could not help but smile when he laid eyes on
it. Last Christmas, he and Sirius had snuck out most nights, and Sirius taught
him how to ride. It was almost as good as a broom, and he was a natural at it.
It was all he really had left of Sirius, and it was time their plans made in
the frosty nights of last year came into play.

Just as Sirius had taught him, he checked the tank noticing
it was topped off, the battery was fully charged, and the tires were holding
good air. He snapped the saddle bags into place on the rear, adjusted his pack
securely on his back, and checked the contents of the bags themselves. Sirius
said that every bike MUST have one bottle of Firewhiskey, two shot glasses, a
dragon scale jacket decked out with biker snaps and chains, a towel, and a copy
of the Hitchhikers guide to the Galaxy. Harry laughed when he saw the book.
Most of his pranks last year had been from ideas he stole from the book. He
would never look at a gin and tonic the same again.

Harry felt his eyes water and his smile widen, Sirius came
through for him like he said he would. Ever since Sirius showed him about biker
fashion, he wanted one of the jackets, and here was his own. It was absolutely
perfect, and he laughed into the silent shed when he read the note in the
pocket that said it come from a Hungarian Horntail. The design was close to
what he saw in the magazines, but it was obviously made form Wizarding
materials. According to the note, the jacket came with several very expensive
charms that offered moderate protection in case of a crash, warming and
cooling, and was one size fits all. Harry�s eyes bulged a bit when he read
about that. Those charms were horribly expensive. Raising his eyes in thought
for a moment he wondered how he managed to get it all done since they talked
last Christmas. Lowering his eyes, he continued his rummaging thinking about
Sirius.

He noticed a note in one of the bags. It explained that the
left side came with chilling charms for the contents as well as a few charms to
expand the space. It would keep food and such cool so that he could somewhat
stock up and be okay. The other side had a small magical tent and some camping
gear for those times he could not make the next town. Harry quickly loaded his
books into the right bag, happy to notice that Sirius had managed to expand the
space there too. He also loaded the goodies he stole from the kitchens into the
left bag.

Harry closed his eyes, silent tears coursing down his face.
It still hurt a lot that Sirius was gone. However, gone or not, he knew that
his beloved Godfather would be watching over him. Hopefully, he was smirking at
Harry proudly as he began his summer on the run. One thing he knew for sure
that Sirius would have respected, it was Harry�s desire for freedom. With the
Prophecy now known to him, Harry knew this was likely the last time he would
have the chance to be free in any way, shape, or form. He sat astride the great
bike and kicked it to life. The loud roar sounded even louder in the confines
of the little shack. Whispering the same words Sirius used last year to open
the doors magically, Harry cranked the throttle down and roared out of the
shack and bolted out into the Muggle world, tasting freedom in the rushing wind,
sun on his face, and the motorcycle ringing in his ears.

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Two years previously�

Chapter 2: Goodbye