Wolfstar Raise Harry

Chapter 11

Happy Holidays x

Meanwhile, Harry James was upstairs trying to gain access to the toy chest on the closet. he stood on his Uncle's stool that he took from their room and his tounge poked out as he ambitously reached out for the chest. Suddenly, the chest toppled down and Harry's stool went with it. He squeezed his eyes shut and crossed his arms against his chest. After a few seconds, he noticed that he hadnt hit the ground yet although both the stool and the chest had made a large thump. Harry's door swung open and his godfather stood there open mouthed.
'Harry?' A gobsmacked Sirius ran over and swept him into his arms, showering him with kisses.
'Im sorry Pafoo' Harry said, sobbing into his guardians shoulder, his tears dampening his shirt.
'Shhhh now it's ok'
Silently Sirius was overjoyed. His Godson. Lily and James' Son was magical. Not that for a second he doubted it but it was reassuring to actually see it. Suddenly in the midst of all the action, Dumbledores words came back to haunt Sirius in a way he'd completely forgotten.
'Harry has a few special abilities that have the power to change the wizarding world'
He bit his lip nervously and redirected his attention back to the sobbing 4 year old.
'Harry?'
A tear stained face looked up in curiosity.
'Would you like to pick out a story for us to read?'
Harry nodded and made his way over to the bookshelf, picking out a book called the 'Toad and the Wand'.
'I'll tell you what Harry, why don't you try to help me read this one today, Don't you worry if you get stuck.'
Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia had sent Harry to a Pre-School that they only sent him to for free by using the orphan card and to get him off of their hands and out of the way. He was briefly taught to read certain words and write only his name but he was said to be a very bright child who picked up things very quickly.

'Okay'
Sirius picked up Harry and put him on his knee as they rocked in the rocking chair with the book on their laps.

'The....To...ad....li...v...ed'
'Go on Harry it's alright'
'i...n...the....ri...v...er'
'That's right good job'
'Uncle Pafoo?'
'Yes Harry?'
'The words look all funny'
'What do you mean Harry? Funny as in Blurry?'
'What does Burry mean?'
'Urmm..Smudged up and not very clear'
Harry's face nodded in understanding.
'Yes Smuge up'
'Well your daddy had very bad eyes maybe you need glasses just like him.'
'But uncle Pafoo!'
'Yes scamp?'
'Everyone says i have my mummys eyes.'
'Your eyes look like your Mummy's but have insides like your daddy's'
Sirius laughed at the way he was talking about his late best friends. He was coming more to terms with the accident now that Harry was here.
'Why don't you take a nap Harry and afterwards maybe we can go and see if you need some glasses, Yeah?'
'Otay Uncle Pafoo.'
He picked up his godson and tucked him up into bed, wiping his fringe to the side and gently running his thumb over his lightning scar.
'Goodnight Harry.'
'Goodnight Uncle Pafoo'

As usual i haven't looked this over, i mean if someone wants to do that for me then i'm down for that.