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"So... so how exactly is this going to work?" Harry asked nervously, adjusting his shirt collar as he paced the train compartment.
of being possibilityCurrently, he was riding the Hogwarts Express back to London with Professor Lupin--- rather, Remus to him. Lupin had just retired, having cited that he could not handle the stress of his condition, the outed, and a full-time job. It had been a close one, after all. What would the parents think of a werewolf teaching their children? The Ministry would have a field day, to be sure.
Dumbledore had tried to intervene, but Remus had shyly backed out. It was in his nature, so the old man hadn't pushed, though you could tell he was disappointed.
"Relax, Harry," the former Professor chided. "Everything will go according to plan. Would you like to discuss it again until you feel better?"
Harry sighed, ruffling his dark hair with both hands and turned, staring at the amused face of one of his fathers--- and nodded.
"Y-yeah. Yeah, I think that'd help," he admitted. "So, what do we do again?"
Remus patted the seat beside him, motioning for Harry to sit down.
"We ride the Hogwarts Express, which we are currently on, till we are nearly in London. I think Watford should just about do it," the scholar admitted, glancing out at the passing landscape with a calm expression. "During this time, you'll have exited this car, and gone to spend time with your friends. Naturally, I'll be patrolling the train as you settle in."
Harry nodded, smoothing his palms down his pants. They felt damp, clammy as he considered this whole thing. What if he managed to make a horrible mess of it? He couldn't help but wonder, his heart hammering in his chest like a drum.
Remus' hand found his, giving it a squeeze. "The portkey Severus and I gave you will go off while you're chatting with your friends. It's important that you try and act natural till then, don't act like you're expecting it. Not too nervous," He flashed the boy a grin. "But you can look-- and are encouraged to look surprised when the portkey goes off. It'll be your first time, so I imagine it'll be a strange experience for you. Hermione knows her part, she'll then kick up a fuss."
Harry's lips quirked, thinking fondly of his bushy-haired friend. It was rather wonderful to have someone like her on his side. A witch like her warmed him to his very core.
"In the meantime, you'll appear safely at our Destination. I cannot say where, and I will not say with whom. But you know who will be there, and you will know where soon enough. From there, all will be explained," the werewolf offered, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.
Harry drooped, sitting beside Remus as he was suddenly feeling exhausted but content. Ever since the night of the full moon, his... father had a strange calming effect on him. Severus had mused that it might be the wolf releasing high levels of serotonin, oxytocin, melatonin or some other chemical nonsense the boy didn't understand. Frankly, the dark man had been fascinated, his scientific brain tickled in a way that made him a bit spooky.
Remus had laughed, saying it was something that was fairly common among purebred packs. He had traveled and visited enough weres after Lily and James' death to learn this much, but had never expected to have a cub of his own, he'd admitted.
Harry secretly enjoyed the boon, drowning in the feeling of peace and safety. Before, he'd always felt like he was shouldering the world and charging ahead. It was what he was used to, but sometimes it was very difficult. Sometimes, it was very lonely.
Now, he felt like he was cared for, that he didn't have to make all the decisions himself. The burden wasn't on his shoulders alone and had more than one person to turn to. More than just a smart witch to run to when the danger drew near.
The motion of the train was rocking him to sleep, the scent of his Father and the safety of his strong arm around him making him feel warm. Just as his heavy eyelids were drifting down, Remus gently nudged him.
"Hey, kiddo. We're nearly there. You should be waking up and heading to visit Hermione," came the soft rumble of the werewolf's voice beneath his ear.
Harry wanted to complain, but it seemed childish. And really, there would be time for naps later, once they were safely away from it all.
With a quiet grumble and a stretch of his small thirteen-year-old body, the green-eyed boy stood. Blinking owlishly behind his glasses, he glanced back at a smiling Remus.
"Wish me luck?" he offered, trying not to sound desperate. His stomach was twisting painfully.
The former Professor seemed to sense that he needed reassurance, for he smiled brilliantly and stood. Placing his hand gently on the small of Harry's back, he guided him to the door, walking with him.
"Good luck, Harry. You can do this," he said quietly.
And with that, Harry went to the right out of the compartment, hearing the rather timid looking man move in the opposite direction.
Sticking his chin out, the Potter child straightened his spine and made his way onward. He hadn't been coddled his entire life, why was he acting this way now? He could do this. Facing danger was second nature to him. He could lie, he could manipulate or trick anyone, even the sorting hat!
Surely he could do this. All he had to do was find Hermione and make small talk. Easy as treacle tarts on a Thursday afternoon, he mused to himself.
With a great heaving sigh that ruffled his bangs as he blew out the puff of air, Harry made his way past three compartments before he opened the designated door. Muffled noise paused before resuming, as though uncertain who had been intruding.
"Harry!" Hermoine greeted joyfully, her smile genuine despite the circumstances. "I was wondering when we'd get to see you! Where have you been?"
Harry shrugged his shoulders, reaching up to rub the back of his neck in typical 'Harry' fashion with a sheepish smile.
"I wanted to check on Professor Lupin. It feels like a loss not to have him teach us next year, you know? He was the first teacher that didn't try to kill us or turn out to be a fake." Harry paused and sat down beside Neville, who also happened to be occupying this particular compartment. "He knew my parents, did you know that?"
Neville, a quiet but staunch friend smiled shyly. "Really? I... I think he might have known my mum, actually." The slightly pudgy boy ducked his head. "Most people talk about my dad, how great of an Auror he was, b-but maybe because of my Gram..."
Neville trailed off, biting his lip. It went unspoken that the severe Dowager Longbottom didn't often speak of his mother on good terms.
Harry reached over and gave a gentle squeeze to the other Gryffindor's shoulder.
"I'm sure we could always write to him, ask him more about our parents. People always talk about James Potter, how much I look like him, fly like him. But I never get to hear about my mum, about Lily. I..." Harry trailed off, glancing at Hermione's eyes as he said this. "I'd really like to know more about Lily Potter."
A glance back at the pudgy Gryffindor revealed a brilliant smile, and the conversation dissolved back into the end of the year nonsense. Homework and test scores, what the next year would be like. Gobstones and chess, chocolate frogs and peppermint imps, and why Fred and George insisted they had never been in the girl's lavatory (they had, not that Harry was one to talk).
The afternoon was fading, beginning to set into a red-hued evening glow as they approached Watford. Harry was so caught up in conversation that he had completely forgotten what he was supposed to do.
Perhaps it really was for the best, for when the small pebble began to pulse in his shoe, the Boy Who Lived had an expression of honest bewilderment. Shock, discomfort and a gasp of gurgled noise followed as Harry disappeared from the compartment, following the hook in his navel.
Disoriented and fighting not to vomit, Harry collapsed to his knees, shakily stumbling from the magical transportation. His vision was swimming, eyes watering, when his trainers were ripped off his person. The pebble was knocked aside and he was off again--- a second portkey, the handkerchief in his left pocket.
This time, he did throw up.
concoction, his throat burning from stomach acid and whatever had been in that foul-tastingThankfully, it appeared whoever was at this dropzone was prepared for this and vanished the mess, shoving a potion down his throat. Harry gulped down the phial. A small sip of water was passed to him, and Harry realized his eyes were too unfocused to see. Thankfully, his stomach had settled a bit, but he had little time to be grateful for this.
went off. Harry groaned, the pulling sensation of a hook through his navel making all gravity obsolete. Really, he hated this mode of travel, absolutely hated it. Three portkeyJust when he was about to announce his gratitude, the last porkeys?! He was going to have to talk to them later, to whoever came up with this skewed plan.
Collapsing in a heap, Harry dry-heaved and lay trembling for a moment, only to be carefully collected and picked up. His eyes were refusing to see anything other than a blurr of color, and he pushed at the hands, whispering desperately, "N-no, no more... please!"
The person sighed, but after a moment there was a new sensation. Dear Merlin, was this better or worse than Portkeys?! Twice, he was sucked through a straw a million times too small, and Harry screamed till his voice was hoarse.
Landing in a heap at their final destination, having fallen from the arms of his traveler, the green-eyed boy refused to uncurl from the fetal position. Shaking with large tremors, he wouldn't budge.
"I never expected he'd have this reaction," Sirius whispered, looking with concern at the boy.
"It is entirely because of how powerful he is," Severus admonished gently, though he too looked troubled. "He is very in-tune with his magic, of which he practically leaks. Being forced through magical travel, travel that is beyond his control, I imagine it feels like a bit his core has closed off from his reach. It would be more than a bit of a shock."
The Potions Master jerked his head at Sirius, knowing Remus would be joining them later when he had finished his end. "Carry him inside if you would, I have potions and healing bath salts that can help."
With that, the dark man swept into the small brick cottage in the middle of nowhere, seemingly intent on preparing things for Harry's arrival. As he passed through it, a silver bubble rippled, revealing a dome of magic around the area.
Sirius, for once not arguing, slipped his arms beneath the fragile form of his son and followed after the other.
It would be several hours before Harry woke.
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Still own nothing. Just playing with favorite characters. Harry arrives at the safehouse! Poor dear ~ ]]
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