Chapter 3.
The next morning, it was still dark out, and he was up, unlocking his cupboard, with a small chess set, a bag of old clothes from Dudley, and a big grin on his face. He slipped out of the house easily, where none other than Bellatrix stood.
“Mornin honey!” She said, as she picked up his stuff. “You ready to leave this hell hole?” She asked, making sure he had everything and anything. “Mhm mhm!” He was being quiet, as to not wake them, but was super excited.
“Alright, now magic is gonna feel weird ok? I’m gonna apprate us to my home, okay?” She took his hand, and smiled. He smiled back, shy and soft. “I think I’ve been ready, Ms.Bella.” He said shyly, and turned red and looked away. She smiled and soon they were being whisked away, to Grimulad 12.
“Ah!!-“ he felt weird. He felt as if he was being whisked through space, tumbling through and through. It all stopped soon though, and he was standing outside a house. It looked gloomy to him, but he was with Bella! So it was okay. She took the rest of his stuff up into her room. She had taken this house after Sirius had been sent to Askaban. She smiled at the thought of her cousin meeting his best friend's child. She set everything up, and soon realized his clothes were hand-me downs, and way too large for the small child.
He came up the stairs, into her room. He stumbled slightly, before hugging her leg.
“Ah. Hey Harrison.” She smiled so flatly, sitting next to the boy. He soon climbed into her lap, finding comfort and a feeling of warmth and comfort. She played with the small boys hair, finding old old clothes of Sirius and regulus in the house, changing him into them.
“Bud, you like you’re new home?”
He smiled softly.
“I think it’s kinda gloomy, but your here so it’s great!” He grinned wildly, stuffing his head back into her chest, tiny hands wrapped around as much of her. He inhaled her scent, Tart Blackberries and summer. He soon fell asleep.
Bellatrix was surprised. No one had said that her presence made anything better. She leaned against the bed, smiling as the 2 drifted off to sleep.
*6 YEARS LATER!*
Harry was anxious. His letter hadn’t come in and his mom was going on more and more trips, each time coming back worse and worse. One night, a small owl dropped in, a letter in hand.
He read it aloud.
“Dear Harry Potter..”
Well it was wrong on that part. Harry went by Harry-Black, his mothers maiden name.
“You have been accepted to Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry..we hope to see you soar in this school year..”
As he was finishing the supplies list, his mother came in the door.
“Mama?” He yelled, not sure.
“Who are you! Why are you in my house!
A pale man, malnourished, and with untamed black hair was now in front of him.
None other than Sirius Black.