A Rider's Legacy

Chapter 7:
 
Later that evening, Murtagh walked down the halls of the Rider academy, heading towards his brother's bedroom.
He hoped that Eragon would have enough energy to help him. He was aware that it was late. However, he did not wish to draw attention to the situation by having both he and Eragon absent for several hours. For Murtagh believed that it would take several hours, even with the two of them, to heal Harry of all his untreated injuries. Murtagh knew that Harry would not wish to draw attention to himself.
Finally, he reached Eragon's door and knocked.
"Murtagh," Eragon said upon opening the door. "What is wrong?"
"I need your help." Murtagh said.
"Help with what?"
Murtagh sucked in a deep breath.
"Today, when I was training with Harry, I... Accidentally got a bit carried away again, and well... He was accidentally hurt."
Eragon's face became concerned.
"I am sure you did not mean to." Eragon replied.
Murtagh raised a hand.
"That is not why I came. You see, I was able to heal Harry with my magic. However, this was after much protest, from which I have learnt some very startling information."
He sucked in a breath.
"Harry has never been treated properly for his injuries. The only cases of him receiving medical treatment are after he began Hogwarts. The result of this is that several of Harry's bones were not able to heal properly."
Eragon frowned.
"How bad is the damage?"
Murtagh sighed.
"Let us just say, it is a miracle that Harry is still standing."
Eragon squeezed Murtagh's shoulder.
"How can I help?"
Murtagh smiled.
"I need you to help me heal him. I would do it myself, only the damage is so extensive, that I am afraid that if I attempted it on my own then I would only do more harm than good."
Eragon sighed.
"And let me guess, you became so concerned that you decided to come here as soon as you could?"
Murtagh shook his head.
"I wished to do it at night so we did not draw attention to the situation. I highly doubt Harry would wish for the entire order to know of his many unhealed injuries, as it may indicate to them that he had suffered from abuse as a child."
"Alright." Eragon said. "Let us do it then."
 
Harry was sitting on the floor of his bedroom, his broom on his lap and his broom-care kit open in front of him. He was in the middle of polishing it from the handle to the bristles. The long journey had truly done it no favours, and he had been meaning to tend to it.
He found tending to his broom to be a relaxing process. It calmed him and gave him time to think.
Were his bones really that bad?
He thought.
The question had been swirling in his head for some time.
He did know that he had had several broken bones over the years. But all of them?
He had once heard that there were 206 bones in the human body. So was it possible that he had managed to damage all of them?
He had always assumed that they had healed on their own. He did not think he had suffered any long lasting effects from his injuries. Well, yes, during extremely cold weather his body tended to ache, and he had heard somewhere that old injuries did tend to feel sore in such weather. But he had learnt to ignore the pain, thanks to the Dursleys, and thought nothing of it. Thanks to his upbringing, he had developed quite a pain-threshold.
But still, was he that badly injured?
Harry did not know, but he decided to allow Murtagh to heal him, if only to put the man's mind at ease.
He was broken out of his thoughts by a chiming sound.
He turned to his desk to see that his mirror was flashing. He gently put the broom into its stand and walked over to the desk. He picked up the mirror and sat on his bed.
As soon as he had touched it, the flashing stopped and the image in the mirror changed to reveal Sirius.
"Hey," Harry said. "Is everything okay?"
"Yeah." Sirius replied. "Just checking on you."
"It's only been a day since I last talked to you." Harry replied.
"Actually," Sirius retorted. "It's been twenty-seven hours, thirty-two minutes."
Harry's eyes widened.
"You've been keeping track of time?"
"We've only been worried about you." Remus replied, appearing in the mirror. "After all, you are in an unfamiliar area, on an uncharted island, in the middle of Merlin knows where."
Harry rolled his eyes.
"Don't worry, I'm fine. My Father won't let anything happen to me."
Sirius snorted.
"Father?" He asked, chuckling.
"Well, I had to think of some way to differentiate between him and my other Dad." Harry argued defensively. "Though, saying Father so much is beginning to make me feel like Malfoy. I wonder how long it will take for me to start saying "When my Father hears about this..."".
All three laughed at this.
"So how was your day?" Remus finally asked.
"It was good." Harry replied. "I think I've made some new friends."
"Really?" Sirius asked, excited.
"Yeah," Harry replied. "And I'm pretty sure I've just gotten a new nickname."
"What happened?" Remus asked.
So Harry began his tale about how Brinla and Hurzomna had joined him at breakfast, and how he was somehow convinced to tell them the story of how he fought the basilisk from the Chamber of Secrets, which had drawn the attention of the rest of the Riders. By the end of it, both men's eyes were wide with shock.
"A basilisk?" Sirius asked in a squeaking voice. "You actually fought a basilisk?"
"Yes." Harry replied. "Honestly, it's no big deal. I was only doing what was right."
"No big deal?" Remus muttered. "I had heard some of the teachers talking about it last year. But I only thought it was the legendary Hogwarts rumour-mill."
"It's true." Harry replied. "The rumour-mill may have altered a few of the finer details, but it really did happen, and I have the scar to prove it."
Remus rubbed his temples and Sirius face-palmed.
"He gets it from you, Sirius." Remus said. "Only you could do something so reckless."
"Nah, he gets it from you Moony." Sirius retorted. "Only you could do something so dangerous because you thought it was the right thing."
"Actually, that sounds more like Lily." Remus replied.
"Yeah," Sirius agreed. "But where does he get his reckless behaviour from?"
"Eragon, probably." Harry replied. "From what I've heard,  he has a tendency to be reckless from time to time. One time, he apparently went up against a powerful shade, with no one but a young dragon and my Father for back-up. And this was before he had had actual training, and my Father wasn't even a Rider. And he did all this because he was seeing a pretty elf woman in his dreams."
Both men groaned.
"So we can blame him for your saving people thing." Sirius muttered.
"I do not have a saving people thing." Harry argued.
"Yes, you do." Sirius retorted. "If even half the rumours I've heard are true, then those a hundred dementors you fought off was just a typical Tuesday for you."
Harry shrugged.
"So, what's been happening on your end?"
Sirius chuckled.
"Dumbledore has finally realized that you are not at the Dursleys."
Harry chuckled.
"It only took him about a week."
"Yeah," Sirius replied. "Rumour has it, Petunia screamed at him that you weren't there, and then slammed the door in his face." He muttered conspiratorially.
Harry chuckled.
"I would have loved to see that."
"Yeah, well," Sirius continued. "He asked us if we knew where you were. But we couldn't tell him because of course, you are in the middle of Merlin knows where."
Harry chuckled.
"I don't even know where I am in relation to England."
"Yeah, and he got really angry at me." Sirius continued. "He told me that you could be in grave danger."
"And what did you tell him?" Harry asked.
"I told him that, from what I've heard, you're in danger every year, and that you could probably handle anything that came to you."
"I highly doubt he took that well." Harry replied, chuckling.
"No he did not." Sirius replied. "He threatened to turn me in to the ministry if I didn't tell him where you were."
Harry instantly sobered.
"Really?" He asked concerned. "Sirius, you've got a kiss on sight order on you."
"Don't worry about me." Sirius replied, grinning. "Remus, Buckbeak and I are on a road trip. He'll never catch us."
Harry was still concerned.
"Still, can you please be careful? I would hate for something to happen to you."
"Hey, we're the one's supposed to be worried about you, not the other way around." Sirius retorted jokingly. "All you have to do is have fun with your family."
"But you are my family." Harry replied. "You are two of the only adults who have ever shown me that you care about me, Harry, and not the "Boy Who Lived"".
"Aww, thanks." Sirius replied.
"But honestly, Harry," Remus continued. "We will be fine."
"I'm holding you to that." Harry said, his smile not reaching his eyes.
"Well, it's getting late." Remus said.
"Yeah, I've had a busy day and I'm tired." Harry replied, yawning. "Good night."
"‘Night." Both men replied before ending the connection.
He put the mirror back on the desk. He had just grabbed his broom and sat down with his broom-care kit when he heard a knocking at the door. Harry sighed and put his broom down again.
He opened the door to reveal Murtagh and Eragon.
"Hey," He said. "Is everything okay?"
"Would it be alright if we tended to your injuries now?" Murtagh said.
Harry blinked.
"Sure. I just didn't think you would want to do it so soon and so late at night."
The two Riders followed Harry into the room.
"I thought that it would be best to do it when everyone else was asleep, as I doubted you would want to draw attention to yourself." Murtagh replied.
"Oh, thanks."
Harry walked over to his broom-care kit, deciding that he should put it away, as it seemed like he wouldn't be getting anything else done tonight. He noticed that Eragon was staring at his broom interestedly.
"Like it?" Harry asked, picking it up. "This, is a firebolt. It's the fastest broom to date."
"It looks incredible." Eragon replied.
Harry grinned.
"You should feel it in the air. It's incredible."
Eragon smiled.
"Saphira may take insult to that."
Eragon then chuckled.
"I stand corrected. "She most definitely takes insult to that."
"Oh, I didn't mean for it to insult her." Harry replied.
There was a sudden flapping. All three turned to see a blue dragon whom Harry assumed to be Saphira, land on the balcony.
"She wishes to speak to you." Eragon said.
"Okay." Harry replied nervously.
He walked closer to the dragon so that he was looking into her eyes. He suddenly felt a mind touch his own.
[Hello?]
He said hesitantly.
[Hello, little wizard.]
Saphira replied.
[It's nice to meet you Saphira.]
Harry replied.
[Your scales look nice.]
[Thank you, I just washed them in the ocean today.]
Saphira replied, obviously proud of her scales.
[I did not mean to insult you.]
Harry continued.
[I meant no offence. I am sure you are an excellent flyer.]
[I should hope so.]
Saphira replied.
[I would think that I am most definitely better at flying than a cleaning appliance.]
[I don't know.]
Harry replied.
[My broom is pretty good.]
[It is still no match for me.]
Saphira replied.
[I don't know.]
Harry said.
[It might suffer from less wind resistance, it is smaller.]
Saphira huffed.
[Shall I take that as a challenge?]
[Errr, sure, if you want.]
Harry replied hesitantly.
[Then let us test your broom against myself, and see who the victor is.]
[Tomorrow.]
Eragon interjected.
[Saphira, we need to heal Harry first, or I'm afraid Murtagh might panic.]
[Fine then.]
Saphira replied.
[I'll see you then?]
Harry said.
[Tomorrow.]
Saphira replied.
[Good luck, and may the best flyer win.]
Harry replied before ending the connection.
"What happened?" Murtagh asked, obviously not being privy to the conversation.
Eragon sighed and rubbed his temples.
"Harry thought it would be a good idea to challenge Saphira to a flying contest."
"What?" Murtagh asked in shock, looking at Harry. "Are you mad?"
"Well," Harry said, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "It's only a bit of fun."
Murtagh sighed in exasperation.
"Let us just begin with the healing." He muttered.
They walked towards the bed. Harry laid down in the middle of it and both men sat on either side of him.
"This may take a while, and we are not sure if it will hurt." Murtagh began. "So it is best if you go to sleep. Will it be alright if I assist you with magic?"
"Errr, yeah, sure." Harry replied.
Murtagh put a hand on his forehead and muttered something.
Instantly, Harry felt drowsy. Before he had time to think, he felt himself falling into a deep slumber.
 
Murtagh looked down at the sleeping form of his son.
"Shall we begin?" Eragon asked.
"Yes, let us get this over with." Murtagh replied.
The two put a hand on the shoulder of the sleeping wizard that was closest to them. They then joined their remaining hands. They drew upon their magic and joined their minds for maximum coordination. Blue magic mixed with red as they examined Harry's body.
[Well,]
Eragon began.
[When you said that the damage was extensive, I did not think...]
[I know.]
Murtagh replied.
[I believe that his right arm is only in such good health because that idiot of a Professor had completely vanished all of the bones.]
They began with the bones, repairing the structure and putting them in the right positions. With several of them, they had to re-break the bone just so it could be put in the right shape. After a while, they focused on his organs. Both were astounded at the extent of his internal scaring. It was a miracle they were still functioning as well as they were.
Harry's stomach was the size that you would expect from someone half his age, but there was little they could do about that at the moment. The most they could do was improve Harry's diet, so that his stomach could hopefully increase on it's own.
Several of his vital organs were bruised, and his lungs were scarred in several places. It was a miracle he had not died from internal bleeding.
Finally, they reached his brain. Murtagh had to resist the urge to be sick.
There was something, leaching off of his son's life force. It was dark, corrupt, evil, disgusting. It made Murtagh's skin crawl. He hadn't felt such darkness since Galbatorix.
[There is little we can do about this.]
Eragon said.
[What can we do?]
Murtagh asked.
[I want that thing off of my son.]
[Maybe we could ask the Eldunari?]
[Perhaps.]
Murtagh replied hesitantly.
While the majority of the Eldunari had forgiven him, as they understood that he had been forced by Galbatorix to use them to increase his strength, there was still the trauma which came from being enslaved. Murtagh knew this all too well.
Finally, they drew what remained of their energy away from Harry and ended their connection.
Eragon yawned.
"I do not know about you, but I am tired after that."
Murtagh looked out of the window and estimated it was around 3:00 a.m.
"We should get some sleep." Murtagh said.
Eragon lent against the headboard.
"I do not know if I can move. That took so much energy."
Murtagh also lent against the headboard.
"Yes. But at least it is done."
Both brothers just sat there, too exhausted to move. Before either knew it, they had both fallen asleep.
 
Harry woke up, still drowsy. Blinking, he went to grab for his glasses, only to hit a firm body.
"Huh, oh, here, let me."
Said a voice that Harry recognised to be Murtagh's.
The man handed him his glasses. Harry put them on and blinked a few times.
He looked around to see that on his right, Murtagh sat, rubbing sleep out of his eyes. On his left was Eragon, still asleep. At least Harry thought he was asleep. It was just hard to tell, as his eyes were open, but unfocused.
"Errr, is he sleeping?" Harry asked.
"Yes." Murtagh replied, getting out of the bed.
"It's just... His eyes are open. I don't mind, it's just a little creepy."
Murtagh chuckled.
"Eragon, wake up." He said.
Eragon instantly jerked awake.
"Huh... Oh, good morning." He said, yawning.
Harry chuckled.
"So, did you get everything done?" He asked, getting out of the bed.
"Most of it." Murtagh replied. "We will need to increase your stomach to a proper size for your age the non-magical way. There was another thing, however, it requires more research."
"Okay," Harry replied. "Thanks for... You know..."
"Do not worry." Eragon replied. "That is what we are here for."
Harry smiled.
"Shall we go to breakfast?"
"Wait," Eragon said, shooting Murtagh a look. "Have you asked him?"
"No, not yet." Murtagh replied. "I was a bit distracted."
"Well, are you going to?"
"Ask me what?" Harry asked.
The two men turned to him. Eragon cleared his throat. Murtagh sighed.
"Harry, Eragon and I have been... Discussing something. You see, soon you will be turning fourteen, and that is the usual age when one begins to be tested, to see if they could potentially become a Rider. We were wondering, if you wished to be tested. You don't have to, if that is not what you want. We just thought that you should at least be given the opportunity."
Harry's mind was spinning. Him, a Dragon Rider? It seemed unimaginable.
Would he even be deemed worthy by one of the eggs? Was he even good enough to be a Rider? And if an egg didn't hatch for him, how would it affect his mending relationship with Murtagh? Would he be disappointed in him? Upset? Angry?
And what if he didn't choose to be tested in the first place? Would he still be accepted here? He was beginning to think that he could make a real home here. But would that change if he did not become a Rider?
"How long do I have to decide?" He finally asked.
"We were thinking of testing you on your birthday." Murtagh replied. "But it will be alright if you do not wish to be tested. I will understand if you don't."
"Okay." Harry replied, still unsure. "Can... Can I just have some time to think?"
"Take as much time as you want." Murtagh replied.
"Thanks. Can we go to breakfast now?"
 
As soon as the three entered the Dining Hall, all eyes were on them. It appeared that their attempt at not drawing attention to themselves had failed.
They ignored the mutterings as they approached the grand food table. Murtagh filled Harry's plate for him, much to his annoyance. Thankfully, he did not put too much food on it. He only put a little more than Harry usually ate.
"Can you please eat all of this?" Murtagh requested, handing the plate to Harry. "We will slowly increase your diet until your stomach grows to its appropriate size."
"Okay." Harry replied.
The three parted, Murtagh and Eragon to the council table and Harry to one of the many empty tables.
As soon as he was seated with his plate in front of him, he was joined by Brinla and Hurzomna.
"Good morning Harry." Brinla said, smiling.
"Good morning." Harry replied.
"May we ask why you arrived here with masters Murtagh and Eragon?" Hurzomna asked.
"Last night they were helping me with... something." Harry replied. "They were so exhausted afterwards that they accidentally fell asleep in my bedroom."
"Oh." Brinla replied.
Thankfully, neither of Harry's new friends pushed the issue.
"So," Brinla began. "What do you have planned for today?"
Harry smiled sheepishly.
"I accidentally challenged Saphira to a flying contest."
"Oh really?" Hurzomna asked, raising an eyebrow. "You will be hard pressed to beat her. She is one of the best flyers in the order."
"Yes, well," Harry replied. "You've never seen my firebolt in action."
"Still, this seems as if it will be interesting." Brinla said.
"Well, you're welcome to watch if you want." Harry replied.
"Yes, I think I shall." She replied.
"As will I." Hurzomna said.
 
A few hours after breakfast, Harry stood with his firebolt in his hand at the beginning of a make-shift race course that Eragon and Murtagh had constructed. They had both assured him that neither would show bias.
Saphira was about a dozen metres away from him, flexing her wings.
Harry looked around to see that they had gathered quite a crowd. It appeared that the entire order had heard of the challenge and had wanted to see who would come out victorious.
"Now," Eragon said, standing between both him and Saphira. "I want to remind both participants," He continued, glancing specifically at Saphira. "This is to be a clean race. No purposely harming your opponent. You will both go on the count of three. One..."
Harry mounted his broom.
"Two..."
He watched the course in front of him, analyzing what he could see.
"Three!"
Harry kicked off the ground, quickly going into the air. He could feel the wind being beaten by Saphira's wings. He gripped his broom, not too tightly and not too loosely, but just enough to give him a firm hold of the broom while still giving it flexibility.
He could feel the same feeling that came to him whenever he flew. He was alive, he was one with the sky, a creature of the heavens. He was free.
He could feel the wind whipping his hair. He focused on the wind currents, using them to help his trajectory.
He had to admit, Saphira was an excellent flyer. She expertly wove through every obstacle. Hurzomna was right, he was hard pressed to beat her.
Harry did manage to pass her a few times, but she quickly caught up to him. Eventually, Saphira was the victor. However, it was very close.
Once they had crossed the finish line, having done a full circuit, he was instantly swarmed by people congratulating him. Apparently, despite him not winning, they were still impressed at how well he flew.
Finally, the crowd dispersed and Harry was face to face with Saphira. He could feel her mind touch his.
[Well, I guess the better flyer has come out victorious.]
He said.
[Yes, I did warn you. I can fly better than a cleaning appliance.]
Saphira replied.
[However, I was impressed by how well you flew.]
[Errr, thanks.]
Harry replied.
[No, thank you.] Saphira replied.
[It has been a while since I have had such a challenge.]
And with that, she ended their mental connection.
Harry was soon approached by a surprisingly grinning Murtagh. Harry thought that this was quite possibly the most expressive he had ever seen him.
"That was incredible." Murtagh said.
"Thanks." Harry replied.
"You flew on that thing as if it were a part of you." The man continued. "It was very impressive."
Harry smiled.
"It was nothing, really. I love flying."
"I do as well." Murtagh replied. "It is just so freeing..."
"And it makes you feel so alive..." Harry continued.
"And as if all your troubles have just gone away." They both said together, smiling.
A long, awkward pause followed. Finally, Harry cleared his throat.
"So... Umm... I was just thinking..."
"Yes?"
"Would it be okay, I mean, if you took me for a flight on Thorn? It's just that, I'm really curious to see what it feels like to fly on a dragon. I mean, you don't have to, if you don't want to. It's just..."
"I see no problem." Murtagh replied. "Thorn has just informed me that he is fine with it as well."
"Great." Harry said, smiling. "Just wait a second."
He quickly ran over to Eragon.
"Hey, umm... Do you mind looking after this? It's just that... Father is going to take me on a ride with Thorn."
Eragon smiled.
"Yes, of course. Don't be too long."
Harry smiled.
"Thanks."
And with that, he ran back to Murtagh.
His father helped him climb into the saddle on Thorn's back and assisted in fastening the straps on his legs. He then climbed on behind him.
"Are you ready?" He asked.
"Yes." Harry replied, both excited and nervous.
There was a sudden lurch as Thorn took off, but the dragon was soon flying steadily.
Harry could feel Murtagh clutching onto him extremely tightly, as if he were worried that he would fall off.
"Hey, umm... Do you mind loosening a bit?" Harry requested. "It's just that you're kind of choking me."
After a few seconds, Murtagh loosened his grip.
"Sorry." He said sheepishly.
"It's okay." Harry replied.
He could not believe what he was feeling. Flying on Thorn was so similar, and yet so different, to flying on his firebolt. Having someone who was living and breathing under him, it was just so invigorating. He truly felt as if he were one with the sky. He could only imagine how it must feel if you had a mental connection with the being you were flying on.
Harry's mind yet again went to the question he had been pondering all day. Should he agree to be tested or not?
At first, he had been afraid that making the wrong decision would upset Murtagh and damage the relationship that was only beginning to grow. But he was also concerned that the eggs may not find him worthy.
However, now, he felt that it would be worth the risk. He imagined having his own dragon, someone who he could confide in for anything and everything. Someone who would always be by his side no matter what. Someone who could truly understand him. Someone, who could make it so he was never alone again.
As Thorn was gently flying around the island, Harry turned to Murtagh.
"This is amazing.!" He said.
Murtagh smiled.
"I know."
"Hey, umm... I've been thinking." He began. "You know what we talked about earlier, about me possibly being tested?"
He could sense Murtagh tensing.
"Have you thought more about it?"
"Yes, well," Harry continued. "I've been thinking. I would at least like to give it a shot. I mean, what's the harm in that."
"Are you sure?" Murtagh asked. "It is a great commitment."
"That's okay." Harry replied. "I'm willing to accept that. I just... Want to know what it feels like. And who knows? Maybe, if I do become a Dragon Rider, I could put my power to good use."
Murtagh was quiet for a long time. Harry could not quite read his expression. Finally, he spoke.
"If that is what you want." He said.
"Thanks." Harry said, smiling.
"If it is alright, we can test you on your birthday."
"That would be great." Harry replied.
They continued their flight. Harry was not sure whether to feel excited or nervous at the prospect of being tested.
 
Later that afternoon, Murtagh was walking down the halls to his bedroom. His mind was still reeling from the conversation he and Harry had had earlier.
His son wished to become a Dragon Rider. Harry had agreed to be tested by the eggs.
He was not sure how to feel. Excited at the prospect of Harry possibly becoming a Rider? Proud that he would make such an important decision? Scared that, if Harry did become a Rider, then someone may find a way to manipulate him just as he himself had been manipulated?
It was all just too confusing.
Murtagh would have been happy either way. He wouldn't have been upset if Harry had out-right refused to even be tested. He loved Harry, regardless of what he chooses to do with his life. It was, after all, his life. Harry should feel free to do with it as he wished.
Harry was now in the large fields with the younger Riders. After seeing how well Harry did against Saphira with nothing but a broom, despite the fact that he had lost, they had all been amazed by his skill. They were now requesting that he show them some of his moves on his broom, and they were all having make-shift races and obstacle courses. Both he and Eragon had decided to let them, as they believed that this would both be a good training exercise, as well as a good team building exercise. Harry seemed happy enough, so Murtagh had left him so that he could enjoy himself while the older man could process his thoughts.
Eragon had seemed excited when both Murtagh and Harry had told him that the latter wished to be tested.
"See, I told you so." He had muttered to Murtagh so that only he could hear it.
He shook his head and smiled. Eragon may be annoying at times, but Murtagh did not think he could find a better brother.
He was broken out of his thoughts as he was passing Harry's door. He could have sworn he heard a chiming sound.
He entered the room to see that the mirror that Harry had told him was a communication device, was flashing from it's place on the desk. He picked it up and sat on the bed.
"Hello?" He said.
Instantly, the mirror cleared to reveal a face that Murtagh had only seen once or twice before.
"Oh, bloody hell, it's you." Said Sirius Black, obviously recognizing him after all this time.
"Sirius Black, it's been a while." He said.
Sirius was soon joined by a man whom Murtagh did not know. Judging by the tired expression and warn out features, he asumed this to be Remus Lupin.
"Sirius, who is this?" The werewolf asked.
"I am Murtagh." He replied. "And I presume you are Remus Lupin?"
"Yes, it is nice to meet you." Remus said politely. "And I must admit, now I'm looking at you, it's easy to see the resemblance between you and Harry."
"Speaking of which," Sirius interjected. "Where is he?"
Murtagh looked out of the window to see Harry flying around with some other Riders.
"Off flying on his broom with the younger Riders." He replied. "He seems to be having a lot of fun."
"Good." Sirius replied. "That kid needs all the fun he can get."
"So how are you?" Murtagh asked.
"As well as we can be." Remus replied.
"Dumbledore's been hunting us all over the country, because he thinks we know where Harry is." Sirius added.
Murtagh frowned. He was concerned for these men, as Harry seemed to care about them.
"Are you alright?"
"We're fine." Sirius replied. "We've just got to be careful because he's threatened to turn me in to the Ministry if we don't tell him where Harry is, and if the Ministry get their hands on me, I'll most likely get the dementor's kiss before I can say "Injustice"."
Murtagh frowned. He remembered Lily telling him of how dementors could suck a person's soul out through a method that was referred to as the dementor's kiss. He did not wish for such a thing to happen to anyone his son cared about.
"Is there anything I can do?" He asked.
"Well," Remus began. "If you could find somewhere for us to hide where Dumbledore can't reach..."
Murtagh smiled.
"That can be arranged."