September 1st. How did this day come so quickly? Where have the two weeks of vacation I have disappeared? After all, it is impossible that suddenly this time passes somehow very quickly just because I decided - finally! - go to school. I shook my head and put on black adjacent pants worn on my knees, a black T-shirt with the Guns N'Roses logo, and a black sweatshirt, which is my standard type of clothing. I hate exaggeratedly bright colors, instead, I prefer dark ones or just grey ones.
I went down and went through the living room, so I found myself in the dining room, where Sirius was already sitting, who looked at me from above the Prophet, whom he was currently reading, and which of course has already written about our return, the article was written by beloved Rita, probably contains they have more lies than truths in themselves, but at the moment let them write what they want, soon there will be no such freedom as to the choice of topic, or even it will not be possible to publish a newspaper if the articles are not truthful.
- Something interesting they write? - instead of greeting, I asked what became our tradition a few years ago, when I was old enough to understand what this is all about and what's going on.
- The same crap as before - he replied slightly frowning, and there were fires in his eyes that did not herald anything good, and therefore... someone is in very serious trouble.
- What happened?
- Listen. "... Turning to Lord Sirius Orion Black, we should all be aware that this Lord is certainly not going to do anything good for the wizarding community. We conclude from this that he took our Chosen for fifteen years because he was too selfish to remain in Great Britain, where he could have the best teachers. Besides, we know from reliable sources that all these years Lord Black has been a womanizer and a heart breaker of women, so we can expect a similar attitude from young Lord Potter, who by the very appearance of the Greek god will conquer many women's hearts..."
- Sirius calmly - I said after a while in a calm voice, although I wanted to go to the honourable Rita and speak to her reason. - Soon we will take over most, if not all, shares of the Daily Prophet and we will let this bitch now that he doesn't mess with us.
- You're right, puppy - he said in a sad voice, and I knew what was the reason.
From tomorrow he will start teaching Defense against the Dark Arts, but not alone. Ironically, the director decided that this year we will have two teachers of this subject, and the second teacher will be Remus Lupine, with whom this pain still has not talked, and thus, is afraid of this meeting like the devil of holy water. I don't understand why he is delaying so much.
I sighed and after eating cereal with milk and drinking two large cups of coffee, I got up from the table and returned to my room where my packed trunk was standing. I preferred to pack calmly yesterday so that I would not forget anything, and all these years I have gained a lot of useful objects/artefacts that made my life much easier when I was outside the UK, and what can I say about the time when I will be at Hogwarts.
I looked at my watch and sighed because I have about half an hour to leave the train, so I should go. I changed my trunk and put it in my pocket, then ran downstairs, where Sirius was already waiting for me. Without a word, we Apparated to the alley before entering the King's Cross station in London, and then said goodbye to Paw and headed in, and then towards the barrier that divides the platform of wizards and the platform of Muggles. I went to the pillar and then ran into the railing, without hitting it, but crossing to the other side. Immediately I was greeted by a huge and flood of magic, which caused that for a moment my senses almost went crazy, but I quickly normalized it. However, I was afraid of how difficult it would be for me to adjust my senses to the magic that is at Hogwarts since I met such strong magic on the platform.
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Exit from the shadows||HP
FanfictionHarry Potter, the survivor boy, returned to London after fifteen years with his godfather to hide in a foreign country. Sirius Black, the godfather of the boy, did not want him, from an early age to be exposed to attacks by reporters and people who...