I'm Kind of Sirius (Sirius Black fan fiction)

Chapter 11 : Summer

wow look at this, it's an update that's on time. no big long author's notes apologizing for not updating from me, I guess c:

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"Harry?" I shouted through the halls of Grimmauld Place. Harry had came in to my house yet again. He had been doing this so far all through the summer. Any time he needed advice or he was just sick of the Dursley's, he would use his broomstick to fly over here. At night of course.

The boy was still being stupid though. Although I still let him stay, he needed to be more careful. Death eaters or even Voldemort himself could be out there just waiting for that moment that Harry Potter was unprotected.

They'd gotten Dumbledore, now there only mission was to find and bring back Harry to Voldemort. I know for a fact that the death eaters would not get any of the glory of killing the chosen one, that was a victory for Voldemort and Voldemort alone.

"Yes, Sirius?" Harry asked me, coming out of the kitchen with a slice of toast in mouth. He was stuffing his face as though he'd never been fed before. Honestly, that was a lie. The Dursley's gave him reasonable amounts of food since they found out he was a wizard and he often went and stayed at the Weasley's during the summer and the added fact that Hogwarts always has a ton of food.

"You need to go back home to the Dursley's. I am not letting you ignore the one promise Dumbledore always made me keep. 'Make sure Harry does not move in until he is seventeen, Sirius. Promise me that'," I said, quoting Albus.

"Fine but just let me stay for a little longer," Harry complained. I shook my head. If I let him stay longer then I wouldn't want him to leave.

"No. Go up to your room and pack up your stuff. I'll leave you back with the Dursley's. You need to stop running away. I get it if you're bored but please Harry, just wait until you turn seventeen and then you can run all around the wizarding wor-"

"Really?" Harry asked amazed. I realized what I had just said and quickly shook my head. No, we couldn't have that at the moment.

"No, sorry, i ddin't mean that. What I meant was when you turn seventeen you can stay here until you're sixty for all I care. But no running around the wizarding world, it's too dangerous in these times," I said to him. Harry sighed and nodded in understanding.

"Okay," Harry said with a groan as he lifted himself up the stairs, making sure to put emphasis on his steps, creating loud bangs.

"What's going on and who's making all this damned noise?" Ariel shouts, coming down the stairs. We found Ariel again but her absence was still unexplained. To be honest, I don't know if I even want to ask her at this stage. "Oh, Harry dear. You stayed again?"

"Yeah," Harry said, looking up at Ariel. Ariel was stressed looking. With deep bags under her eyes and a yawn every five seconds she seemed exhausted and it seemed like every day the wrinkles on her cheeks just got more and more defined.

But why did I still think she was beautiful?

"Oh, are you going to stay for another night? Do please, come on Harry. We can watch one of those moby-thingys on a muggle TB or whatever like me and Jordan used to," Ariel said with a spark of happiness. And it just had to be who stepped in and killed that spark.

"I'm sorry Ariel but Harry has to go back to the Dursley's. They'll think he's finally got himself killed if he doesn't get back soon," I said. Ariel's face dropped. I hated myself. That was my fault. I just made her sad and most likely moody again.

"Oh, okay then. I'm going to go out for a little walk," Ariel said, walking past Harry and I and grabbing her coat off the hanger. She pulled it on over herself, though there was no real point. It was summer so it was warm evenings. Nonetheless, she zipped it up and like that the door was slammed shut and Ariel was gone.