Lawful Good, Lawful Neutral: Chaos Within
Title : Lawful Good, Lawful Neutral : Chaos Within
Chapters: Expect a lot!
Rating: PG/ PG 13 until further notice, exception of this chapter. Note warnings
Genre: Harry Potter with AU elements
Summary : Harry's been raised by Sirius and Remus, but as the school years hit, his inhumanity surfaces. What will happen to the BWL when the truth comes out?
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, any of the characters, creatures, or spells from the book, movies, and games. They ALL belong to Rowling and associates. I make no money from writing and posting this fic.
Warnings: Mild language. once again, italics for spells.
Chapter 2
Sirius saw their guest off nearly an hour later, a frown firmly in place as Harry watched from the kitchen. He wasn’t sure what had upset his godfather so, due to his being sent out from the room, but he didn’t like it. Sirius was never a good person to be around when seriously upset- he tended to get way too gloomy at times. So Harry finally emerged, bringing a hot cup of tea to his godfather. The animagus’ expression hadn’t changed in the slightest.
“Padfoot?”
Sirius looked up with a start, some of the lines fading away. “Sorry, Harry. I was a bit lost, eh?” He offered a weak smile to his young charge. He’d never been able to fool Harry, the boy saw through him like he was made of glass. Instead he suppressed a sigh. “I’m sorry, Harry. She was playing messenger for Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts. It was mixed news.”
“He denied you again, didn’t he?” Harry knew he was frowning, but he had no other way to express himself over the situation. He may be happy to be studying at Hogwarts, and getting a proper wizarding education, but the man who ruled it upset his godfather so. His fingers twitched, itching to pull his wand, but he knew of nothing that would change the situation. So he forced himself calm and to focus on his godfather. “Tell me again about the prank you pulled that one time with dad… you know, the story I love so much.”
Sirius did smile. Harry loved hearing about Marauder pranks, and tidbits from the days James had tried to win Lily’s heart. Like most ten-year-olds, he didn’t like the “mushy stuff” but he eagerly listened to anything that involved either or both of his parents. He looked up into Harry’s face, about to say something, but froze in shock.
The boy’s emerald eyes were sparking with silver highlights. The schooled expression was one Sirius knew well, Harry was trying not to think of whatever was bothering him, and the emotion was revealed in his eyes. Sirius had only really seen that look a very few times- once as an infant, the night he took Harry home from the disaster zone of his parent’s house. Another had been a time when he’d caught Harry trying to change into a puppy, claiming he wanted to be just like “Paddy”. Sirius had to explain to the then four year old that the change was magic, and if he really wanted, Sirius would show him when he was older. But not before he had his first wand and at least two years worth of classes. The upset expression had disappeared in an instant and replaced with incredulous joy. Now, Sirius wasn’t sure how to wipe that carefully not-upset look off Harry’s face. But in the memory came the answer. “How about I teach you a few new tricks with that wand instead? Something simple, yet like your dad, a trickster’s spell.” The silvery sparks fled and Harry’s eyes shone brilliant green. The ten year old nodded eagerly. Sirius rose and led them toward the back wing of the house, to the large room that had been layered with spells and defenses.
“When you come back from your first year of school, Harry, I’ll add you to the wards so you can continue practicing minor spells in peace. Nothing major, mind, as the ministry will watch your wand, but I’m sure levitation and unlocking spells will be amongst those you will want to continue practicing.” Sirius talked as he fitted his hand into the outlined metal bracket where a lock should have been, and the familiar tingle of magic as the room recognized him made him hum. He was glad he hadn’t been forced to live without it after the Potter family disaster when he had to take Harry out of public view for so many years. Living as a muggle would have destroyed his nature. Feeling the locks click away he pushed open the doors and waved Harry in.
Two “test dummies” were built into the opposite wall of the otherwise empty room, one very life-like, with hair and clothes and a flush on its skin. The other was a solid stone figure. “Your goal with this new spell, pup, is to turn that one’s hair,” he pointed at the life-like one, “Green. And then we can go through the other various colors. It-” He watched stunned, as Harry flicked his wand casually, without a word, and the hair turned an impressive shade of lime green. Another flick, orange, and another, pure silver. “Harry?”
The boy grinned cheekily up at his guardian. “Sorry, Padfoot. The twins taught me this weeks ago- without a wand.”
“Those bloody weasels!” A long-suffering sigh escaped from Sirius. He’d introduced Harry to the Weasley family years ago, to ensure he had proper same age friends. Only the boy had an instant camaraderie with the twins, a foreboding of what could happen once the boys met up at school. Harry had a prankster streak much like his father. It was unsurprising that he’d learned tricks from them. “Fine. Show me you can do that without the wand.” Wandless magic, most of it, was supposed to be quite challenging, but Sirius knew from experience that Harry was full of unexpected happenings. Harry casually tucked his wand into his pocket, and snapped his fingers. The whole dummy turned into an impressive, sickly shade of yellow. He snapped again, and the hair turned black while the rest of the dummy turned back to normal. Sirius stared in growing interest. “What else have the twins taught you?”
“Accio loaned wand!” The command came from Harry’s lips, and a moment later a well- used wand came flying through the door to Harry’s outstretched hand. The wand twitched in Harry’s fingers, looking much like it was about to flee from his hand. He offered it to Sirius. “The twins loaned that to me, but it’s been tricky to use. It’s not quite neutral, but it doesn’t fight so much I can’t use it. I haven’t been able to master a few of the spells they taught me yet, because of that.” Sirius could only blink. He’d just seen several spells, only one of which had been verbal, and a few that hadn’t even needed a wand. “A few have been easier to try without a wand at all. As long as I focus, it usually works.”
“Try the coloring spell again with your true wand. And this time, try to split the colors.” Harry did, two quick flicks in odd directions, though both aimed at the dummy, and one side of its hair went pink while the other changed to a pastel blue. Again and again, he did the spell, until gradually he was selecting small groups of hairs at a time. The thing looked like someone had taken buckets of paint and dribbled onto shag carpeting. “Disarm the stone mannequin.”
“Expelliarmus!” The stone mace the figure had been holding flew out of the hand with enough force it broke a couple fingers off, which clattered to the floor. The mace itself flew across the room and buried into a wall.
“Harry?” He waited until the boy had turned his full attention to him before pulling out his own wand and cleaning up the mess. “Less power behind your wand, Harry. You do that at school with that level of force, especially against other first years, and you’ll be injuring people. Learn to tone your output when using your wand, you’ll create less problems and more accurate spellwork.”
“Yes, Sirius.” Harry looked once more over the room. “Can I practice more tomorrow?”
“Yes. You’ll need to have some more familiarity with your wand before school, I think.” Sirius smiled and escorted Harry from the room. “Now, about the tricks you’ve picked up from the twins…”
Harry smiled and shrugged. He knew he wasn’t going to get off with that one. He wrapped an arm around his godfather’s waist and relaxed as they went to the kitchen and supper, a very distant part of his mind mulling over the course of the day’s events- and a certain letter.
Sometime soon he’d find out why Sirius was constantly being denied allowance to properly, legally adopt him. Until then, they were family anyway, and life was looking up.
Chapters: Expect a lot!
Rating: PG/ PG 13 until further notice, exception of this chapter. Note warnings
Genre: Harry Potter with AU elements
Summary : Harry's been raised by Sirius and Remus, but as the school years hit, his inhumanity surfaces. What will happen to the BWL when the truth comes out?
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, any of the characters, creatures, or spells from the book, movies, and games. They ALL belong to Rowling and associates. I make no money from writing and posting this fic.
Warnings: Mild language. once again, italics for spells.
Chapter 2
Sirius saw their guest off nearly an hour later, a frown firmly in place as Harry watched from the kitchen. He wasn’t sure what had upset his godfather so, due to his being sent out from the room, but he didn’t like it. Sirius was never a good person to be around when seriously upset- he tended to get way too gloomy at times. So Harry finally emerged, bringing a hot cup of tea to his godfather. The animagus’ expression hadn’t changed in the slightest.
“Padfoot?”
Sirius looked up with a start, some of the lines fading away. “Sorry, Harry. I was a bit lost, eh?” He offered a weak smile to his young charge. He’d never been able to fool Harry, the boy saw through him like he was made of glass. Instead he suppressed a sigh. “I’m sorry, Harry. She was playing messenger for Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts. It was mixed news.”
“He denied you again, didn’t he?” Harry knew he was frowning, but he had no other way to express himself over the situation. He may be happy to be studying at Hogwarts, and getting a proper wizarding education, but the man who ruled it upset his godfather so. His fingers twitched, itching to pull his wand, but he knew of nothing that would change the situation. So he forced himself calm and to focus on his godfather. “Tell me again about the prank you pulled that one time with dad… you know, the story I love so much.”
Sirius did smile. Harry loved hearing about Marauder pranks, and tidbits from the days James had tried to win Lily’s heart. Like most ten-year-olds, he didn’t like the “mushy stuff” but he eagerly listened to anything that involved either or both of his parents. He looked up into Harry’s face, about to say something, but froze in shock.
The boy’s emerald eyes were sparking with silver highlights. The schooled expression was one Sirius knew well, Harry was trying not to think of whatever was bothering him, and the emotion was revealed in his eyes. Sirius had only really seen that look a very few times- once as an infant, the night he took Harry home from the disaster zone of his parent’s house. Another had been a time when he’d caught Harry trying to change into a puppy, claiming he wanted to be just like “Paddy”. Sirius had to explain to the then four year old that the change was magic, and if he really wanted, Sirius would show him when he was older. But not before he had his first wand and at least two years worth of classes. The upset expression had disappeared in an instant and replaced with incredulous joy. Now, Sirius wasn’t sure how to wipe that carefully not-upset look off Harry’s face. But in the memory came the answer. “How about I teach you a few new tricks with that wand instead? Something simple, yet like your dad, a trickster’s spell.” The silvery sparks fled and Harry’s eyes shone brilliant green. The ten year old nodded eagerly. Sirius rose and led them toward the back wing of the house, to the large room that had been layered with spells and defenses.
“When you come back from your first year of school, Harry, I’ll add you to the wards so you can continue practicing minor spells in peace. Nothing major, mind, as the ministry will watch your wand, but I’m sure levitation and unlocking spells will be amongst those you will want to continue practicing.” Sirius talked as he fitted his hand into the outlined metal bracket where a lock should have been, and the familiar tingle of magic as the room recognized him made him hum. He was glad he hadn’t been forced to live without it after the Potter family disaster when he had to take Harry out of public view for so many years. Living as a muggle would have destroyed his nature. Feeling the locks click away he pushed open the doors and waved Harry in.
Two “test dummies” were built into the opposite wall of the otherwise empty room, one very life-like, with hair and clothes and a flush on its skin. The other was a solid stone figure. “Your goal with this new spell, pup, is to turn that one’s hair,” he pointed at the life-like one, “Green. And then we can go through the other various colors. It-” He watched stunned, as Harry flicked his wand casually, without a word, and the hair turned an impressive shade of lime green. Another flick, orange, and another, pure silver. “Harry?”
The boy grinned cheekily up at his guardian. “Sorry, Padfoot. The twins taught me this weeks ago- without a wand.”
“Those bloody weasels!” A long-suffering sigh escaped from Sirius. He’d introduced Harry to the Weasley family years ago, to ensure he had proper same age friends. Only the boy had an instant camaraderie with the twins, a foreboding of what could happen once the boys met up at school. Harry had a prankster streak much like his father. It was unsurprising that he’d learned tricks from them. “Fine. Show me you can do that without the wand.” Wandless magic, most of it, was supposed to be quite challenging, but Sirius knew from experience that Harry was full of unexpected happenings. Harry casually tucked his wand into his pocket, and snapped his fingers. The whole dummy turned into an impressive, sickly shade of yellow. He snapped again, and the hair turned black while the rest of the dummy turned back to normal. Sirius stared in growing interest. “What else have the twins taught you?”
“Accio loaned wand!” The command came from Harry’s lips, and a moment later a well- used wand came flying through the door to Harry’s outstretched hand. The wand twitched in Harry’s fingers, looking much like it was about to flee from his hand. He offered it to Sirius. “The twins loaned that to me, but it’s been tricky to use. It’s not quite neutral, but it doesn’t fight so much I can’t use it. I haven’t been able to master a few of the spells they taught me yet, because of that.” Sirius could only blink. He’d just seen several spells, only one of which had been verbal, and a few that hadn’t even needed a wand. “A few have been easier to try without a wand at all. As long as I focus, it usually works.”
“Try the coloring spell again with your true wand. And this time, try to split the colors.” Harry did, two quick flicks in odd directions, though both aimed at the dummy, and one side of its hair went pink while the other changed to a pastel blue. Again and again, he did the spell, until gradually he was selecting small groups of hairs at a time. The thing looked like someone had taken buckets of paint and dribbled onto shag carpeting. “Disarm the stone mannequin.”
“Expelliarmus!” The stone mace the figure had been holding flew out of the hand with enough force it broke a couple fingers off, which clattered to the floor. The mace itself flew across the room and buried into a wall.
“Harry?” He waited until the boy had turned his full attention to him before pulling out his own wand and cleaning up the mess. “Less power behind your wand, Harry. You do that at school with that level of force, especially against other first years, and you’ll be injuring people. Learn to tone your output when using your wand, you’ll create less problems and more accurate spellwork.”
“Yes, Sirius.” Harry looked once more over the room. “Can I practice more tomorrow?”
“Yes. You’ll need to have some more familiarity with your wand before school, I think.” Sirius smiled and escorted Harry from the room. “Now, about the tricks you’ve picked up from the twins…”
Harry smiled and shrugged. He knew he wasn’t going to get off with that one. He wrapped an arm around his godfather’s waist and relaxed as they went to the kitchen and supper, a very distant part of his mind mulling over the course of the day’s events- and a certain letter.
Sometime soon he’d find out why Sirius was constantly being denied allowance to properly, legally adopt him. Until then, they were family anyway, and life was looking up.