Merlin's Descendant 3 (HIATUS)

II

A few days later, when (Y/N) woke up, he wasn't quite sure why someone had knocked on his door. He hadn't done anything to upset Tom or his wife Dahlia, so who could it be? Another knock sounded at his door. Deciding that he shouldn't keep the person waiting any longer, he got up and opened the door. 

The shock was written all over his face when he saw Professor Dumbledore, the Headmaster of Hogwarts, standing at his door with a beaming smile. With his mouth open, he escorted the old man inside. 

As (Y/N) closed his door, Dumbledore greeted him. "Good morning, (Y/N), and happy birthday. I'd like to sincerely apologise for this abrupt meeting." 

(Y/N) shook his head and told the Headmaster that he'd nothing to apologise for. 

"Now," Dumbledore said, flipping open the copy of the Daily Prophet he held in his arm. "I'm afraid we've some very urgent business to attend to."

The blue-eyed boy took the paper in his hands and read it.

BLACK STILL AT LARGE

Sirius Black, possibly the most infamous prisoner ever to be held in Azkaban fortress, is still eluding capture, the Ministry of Magic and MACUSA confirmed today.

"We are doing all we can to recapture Black," said the President of MACUSA, (D/N) Wyllt, this morning, "and we beg the magical community to remain calm."

Fudge and Wyllt have been criticised by some members of the International Confederation of Wizards for informing the Muggle Prime Minister of the crisis.

"Well, really, we had to, don't you know," said an irritable Fudge. "Black is mad. He's a danger to anyone who crosses him, magic or Muggle. We have the Prime Minister's assurance that he will not breathe a word of Black's true identity to anyone. And let's face it — who'd believe him if he did?"

While Muggles have been told that Black is carrying a gun (a kind of metal wand that Muggles use to kill each other), the magical community lives in fear of a massacre like that of twelve years ago, when Black murdered thirteen people with a single curse.

(Y/N)'s stomach turned with nervousness. What would that mean for the Wizarding World?

He raised a brow in the headmaster's direction, "How did that happen?"

"I have no idea," Dumbledore said simply. "However, your father has been forced to help Cornelius with damage control. They have even gone so far as to request that Hogwarts house the Dementors of Azkaban until Sirius Black has been captured —"

"You do not think Black would go there, do you?" the boy asked, nervousness in his voice.

"I am afraid I am not sure about that," Albus said. "But you can never be too careful. I am not so much worried about Hogwarts as I am about Mr Potter."

"Harry?" asked (Y/N). "What's he got to do with this?"

"Well, as you should know, Sirius Black is believed to have been the reason Lord Voldemort knew the whereabouts of Lily and James Potter," the Headmaster explained. "It is believed that they died because of Black's betrayal."

"And you think he's targeting Harry?" (Y/N) inquired.

Albus sighed. "I hope not, but as I said, one can never be too careful. That's why I'm entrusting you with the task of retrieving Mr Potter from the Dursleys. The two of you can stay here until the start of the next school year. Also, Cornelius is keen to speak to Mr Potter to find out what he knows about Sirius Black's return —"

(Y/N) sneered, "Of course."

Dumbledore laughed lightly. "Yes, I'd the same reaction. Which is why I think it would be best if you were there as a go-between, for lack of a better term. Anyway, you'll go as soon as you're ready."

The boy nodded as Professor Dumbledore left the room.

He put his wand and a few Galleons and Sickles in his pocket before giving (P/N) a kiss on the head and going down the stairs. The boy continued muttering the plan as he ate his breakfast, startling some of the customers. He said goodbye to everyone and went back to his room where he took a handful of Floo Powder and made his way to Privet Drive.

By the time he got there, the sun had almost set on Sussex in the Muggle world. (Y/N) walked down the street with a smile on his face. Even though Harry's birthday had passed, his gift to him was to be an escape from this dreadful place.

As he walked, he was jolted out of his thoughts by a woman's scream. (Y/N) looked around and his jaw dropped when he saw it.

In the Dursleys' dining room was a middle-aged woman who was blown up like a balloon. What a strange sight. But (Y/N) quickly figured out that it was the effect of the Inflating Charm. Oh, Harry, what've you done?

He walked faster down the road to 4 Privet Drive. When (Y/N) arrived and was about to knock, he heard shouting.

"COME BACK IN HERE!" A man, no doubt Vernon Dursley, shouted. "COME BACK AND PUT HER RIGHT!"

"She deserved it," Harry said, breathing very fast. "She deserved what she got. You keep away from me."

The latch on the door fumbled open. 

"I'm going," Harry said. "I've had enough."

When Harry realised who was standing at the door, his jaw dropped in disbelief. "(Y/N)? What're you doing here?"

The blue-eyed boy raised his eyebrows at the sight in the house before answering; Vernon Dursley looked like a nervous yet angry wreck, crying and screaming because his sister had been the victim of a spell. That must've been the one Harry used the spell on.

(Y/N) smirked before answering his friend with a raised eyebrow. "I've come to get you. I see I'm a bit late to see the show. Have you been blowing up any aunties lately?"

Harry laughed as (Y/N) picked up the heavy trunk, placing it behind him before picking up Hedwig's cage and carrying it under his arm.

And in the next moment, they were out in the dark, quiet street, (Y/N) heaving Harry's heavy trunk behind him, Hedwig's cage under his arm.