By his own hand

Chapter ten

Sirius had the house elves watch Evan. The two house elves would take turns, one would always sit with him while the others tended to their duties. Albus had sent over the papers the goblins helped create, proving that Evan Black was Sirius Black’s son.

‘Master Sirius sir, Mipsy believes young master is about to wake so she sent me to inform you.’

‘Thank you Tilly.’

Sirius hurried through the house to Evan’s room, he sat beside the bed, ‘Yes, he is waking Mipsy. I will remain with Evan now, have some soup ready in case he is hungry.’

‘Yes master Sirius sir,’ Mipsy bowed then popped out of the room.

Sirius kept his eyes on Harry as he kept blinking, ‘Evan, son,’ Sirius never believed he would ever hear himself say the word son, but now he was, he was and will always be Evan’s father. He would give the former Harry Potter the life he deserved. Sirius had been worried that even though Evan now looked completely different to Harry, he did wonder if Voldemort could sense who Evan really was. Now that Voldemort has been taken care of, Sirius could make sure Evan finally have a life, but he would give Evan the life he deserved.

Evan mumbled, ‘Evan, it’s dad, come on son, wake up.’

Evan mumbled again, he blinked a few times then his eyes found Sirius, he looked confused.

‘You suffered a severe head injury, you have been unconscious for two weeks,’ Even though Poppy told Sirius Harry wouldn’t have any memory, it was now confirmed. Harry or Evan had no idea who Sirius was, ‘Do you know who I am?’

‘No,’ Evan croaked.

‘We were concerned about that, your head injury has caused you to lose your memory. It may return, it may not, for now just know I am your father. My name is Sirius Black, your name is Evan Black. You are fourteen years old.’

‘Thirsty.’

Sirius held the glass of water to Evan’s lips, allowing him to sip slowly, ‘Do you want more?’

‘No, thanks,’ Evan looked around the huge room, ‘Where are we?’

‘This is our home that I had built for us. Once the healer said you were stable enough to leave the hospital I brought you home. My grandfather left me a lot of money so I figured I would have a home build for us. Evan, is there anything you remember?’

‘No, yet is seems I know how to talk.’

‘I’m sure there will be a lot of things that will come natural, like walking. You will have to remain in bed for at least another week, but I can assist you into the bathroom, which is just through that door.’

Evan nodded, ‘Um, where is my mother?’

‘I am sorry Evan, but your mother died recently. This is a long story, but I will give you the basics. You’re mother and I were only together for a short time, then she left, I had no idea she was pregnant. She sent me a letter a few months ago to explain why she never told me, then she explained that she was dying. Since I wasn’t working I decided to go see her, I stayed with her for her final days. You were already in the hospital, so after seeing to your mother I went to find you, then I brought you here. Your mother never explained how you were injured, but the healers did tell me that you would recover, apart from your memory, that is the only thing they could not determine until you woke.’

‘I don’t remember.’

‘Yes, I know, hopefully your memory may return, it may not happen for a long time, it may not happen at all. I will tell you as much as I can about your mother, and the information she left me about you. If you went to Hogwarts like any normal child then I would have known who you were since you look like me. But your mother decided to teach you herself.’

‘That’s a strange name for a school.’

Sirius smiled, ‘It’s full name is Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry. I’m a wizard, like you, and your mother was a witch.’

‘Magic.’

‘Yes, when you go to Hogwarts you will learn to control your magic. Right now you’re magical core is weak as it does help with healing, but so does the potions you have to take,’ Sirius picked up a vial from the bedside, ‘This is a potion, this is the one I have been giving you once a day, it’s to heal your head injury. There are other potions, thousands of potions, some for a simple thing like a headache, some that will fix a broken bone in a matter of hours. Potions is one difference that our world has with the…non magical world.’

Even though Sirius knew Evan did not remember anything, it seems he did not know the difference between a potion and muggle medicine, which means he would need to explain about the spells they use and what Evan had already learnt over the last three and a bit years.

‘I will explain more about magic another time. Are you hungry, do you need the bathroom, is there anything you want or need?’

‘I am hungry…dad.’

Sirius smiled, ‘This may surprise you but I will call a house elf to bring us some soup, Mipsy.’

The little elf popped into the room, surprising Evan, ‘Master Sirius called Mipsy.’

‘Yes Mipsy, could you bring Evan and me some of your wonderful soup, along with a jug of juice please?’

‘Mipsy return shortly.’

‘What was that?’ Evan blurted out when Mipsy disappeared.

‘That was a house elf, there are four here, they work for me. There is a lot to explain Evan, which I will get to. Just know that the four house elves are bound to the house of Black, they will look after us and the house. They will do anything we ask. There is a long history about house elves, just know they are here for us.’

‘Mipsy was quick master Sirius sir,’ the little elf snapped her fingers, a small table appeared beside the bed, ‘Does master Sirius wish Mipsy to help with Master Evan?’

‘No thank you Mipsy, I can take care of my son.’

‘Thanks,’ Evan mumbled.

‘Master Evan is welcome.’

Evan watched the little creature disappear, ‘They just appear and disappear.’

‘Yes, they do, I will explain that as well, now let’s get you sitting up. You will feel weak for a while, so please do not push your recovery.’

‘Okay,’ Evan waited until his father sat him up then place pillows behind him, ‘Thanks.’

‘Do you think you can handle the spoon yourself?’

‘Um,’ Evan stared down at the soup and spoon, he tried to move his hand, ‘It feels strange, but I can’t lift it.’

‘Then I will help for now,’ Sirius began to feed Evan and himself, one to Evan and one to him. Even though he had seen the changes that Harry went through to become Evan, he was still surprised by the boy’s look. He looked so much like Sirius did when he was fourteen.

‘You mentioned Hogwarts, and we learn magic. Where is it?’

‘It sits right on the town of Hogsmeade and it’s a very old castle in Scotland.’

‘So like the queen lives in?’

‘You remember the queen.’

Evan’s brow furrowed, ‘Yeah, why would I remember her and not anything else, like my mother?’

‘We are unsure how this works Evan, some of your memory seems to be fine. Until the healer accesses you it’s just hard to say right now.’

‘So I remember some things but not everything, do you think that means I will remember, eventually.’

‘We can hope, but I can’t say, I’m sorry. Now have you had enough?’

‘Yes, thank you. Um, I could use the bathroom, I also feel sticky.’

‘I will help you,’ Sirius put the tray on the side table, he walked into the adjoining room, he ran the bath then got a towel ready. He would normally use magic but until he explained more to Evan and showed him, he would just have to do this the muggle way. Sirius didn’t want to overwhelm Evan, or scare him.

Even after three weeks since Harry Potter died, many students inside Hogwarts was quiet. Hermione only ever spoke to Neville, Ginny and the twins, but they only spoke with a few as well. The teachers were also quiet, but they were keeping an eye on every student now. After Harry said he heard that others were suffering, they were going to make sure that no other student took their own life.

Even though Albus finally found the last of Voldemort’s anchors, he could not feel anything but sadness. So many lost their lives due to wars, but Harry tried to take his life due to other people’s mistakes. He Albus, made the biggest mistakes when it came to Harry. Harry may be alive but he will never be Harry Potter ever again. So in a way, Harry Potter did die.

Ginny knocked then stepped into the boys dorm room, ‘Neville, we have to get through to Hermione, she has not picked up a book, she hardly sleeps nor eats.’

‘We all miss Harry but it seems Hermione just can’t let go, at least not yet. I can’t go up to her room, the spells on the stairs won’t allow me too.’

‘Fred and George know how to freeze the stairs, can you try?’

‘Okay, let’s try,’ Neville glanced at the other three boys before he followed Ginny out of the boys dorm room and to the stairs that lead to the girls dorm room. The twins froze the stairs so they would stay stairs, Neville nodded then hurried after Ginny who opened one of the doors. Neville saw Hermione sitting on her bed staring down at a small picture, he knew that picture was of her, Harry and Ron, the one Colin Creevy took when they were twelve.

‘Hermione,’ Neville sighed when she didn’t answer so he just sat beside her, ‘He wouldn’t want this you know. He might have been hurt, angry, unhappy, but Harry wouldn’t want any of us to suffer because he is gone. We have to honour him Hermione and one way to do that is to live, then when we’re older we make sure that children never go through anything like what Harry did.’

‘Is it wrong of me to want to kill them Neville?’

‘No, it means you’re human and you want to hurt the ones that drove Harry into taking his life. You know Harry would never want you to do it, he would want you to use that brain of yours to help other kids. What do you say that Harry’s friends do that for him, let’s start now by watching and listening to all the students inside this castle. If we can help one student then Harry wouldn’t have died in vain. He liked to help, he liked to save people, it’s up to us to keep doing what Harry always did,’ Neville held out his hand, Hermione looked at it, then looked at the picture before placing her hand in Neville’s. She nodded then put the picture on her pillow before standing up. It was time to help those students that Harry knew needed it.