August 2, 1993, Little Winging
Harry ran along the edge of a small forest growing on the southern outskirts of Little Winging, occasionally bouncing high and trying to pick a leaf from a branch of the nearest tree. It hasn't worked out so well yet, but Harry tried. Theodore, who was sitting on his shoulder, was dissatisfied with the Quaker and beat him with his hind legs, expressing his dissatisfaction with the training. Something rustled up in the bushes, and from there a huge black dog came out, which caused Harry to cry out loud.
- Doggy! Let's do five laps of racing around Little King!
With these words, Harry rushed off at full speed, the dog raced behind him, to the delight of Potter. The bulldogs of Aunt Marge, who had come to visit, ran very badly, began to suffocate immediately, and they had to walk with them, holding back the bursting Youth Force.
- I will not lose, in the name of Youth! - Harry yelled at me on the run.
The dog kicked in, but so did Harry.
- And if I lose, I will feed you meat for the rest of the week! - He shouted to the dog.
The black dog, as if having understood what it was about, still increased the speed. Harry did not want to give in, and the air over Little Winging shaken his shouts and calls of the Force of Youth.
- Hello, Hermione! - Harry shouted, running past Granger, who had appeared on the outskirts of town after the first lap.
- Soon we will finish! - He shouted after the second round.
- Only five laps!
- It is a pity that there is no Draco here!
Mentioning the name of Malfoy would have given the dog strength, and on the fifth round, Harry had to give his best to the full, which caused a restrained approval of Guy.
- I did not lose, in the name of Youth! - Harry was tired after the fifth round.
I didn't have the strength to shout anymore. The dog, staggering and stumbling, wandered behind, then fell into the traffic dust a hundred meters from the finish line, and stayed lying, breathing heavily and poured out his tongue.
- I came to pick you up, Harry, and I went straight to Hermione's case. - You promised to visit us!
- Always ready! - Harry answered, and then turned around and waved his hand to the black dog. - So far, doggy, train and then next year you can win and get a lot of meat!
Theodore quaked sluggishly, unable to move.
- I should have an animal," Hermione thought.
Sirius mowed his eye towards Harry, who was leaving. He was not able to move anything else. From fatigue confused thoughts and paws, had no strength to get up and move from the black dog back into man, to explain everything to Harry. But at the same time, it was impossible to throw everything, the mention of the younger Malfoy caused anxiety for the fate of the godson.
When Sirius was breathless, gathered his strength and reached home Dursley, Grangers and Harry had already fled beyond the horizon. With his paw to the particularly aggressive bulldog, Sirius rushed away, wondering where he could find Harry? And when are they trying to find Black himself, both Muggles and wizards? Having understood, Sirius rushed towards London and Slanting Alley, feeling how the last load breaks his paws and his tail falls off.
But still, it was nice to see that the godson is alive and well and full of strength and energy.
August 12, 1993, Kosaya Alley
Sirius Black in a portrait glued to the wall of the Flourish and Botts bookstore fiercely rotated his eyes, rolled and tried to tear his shackles. "Dangerous criminal! A search! Reward!", the inscriptions on the poster read. Hermione suppressed her desire to show Sirius her tongue and stepped inside the shop, feeling a little nervous. Yes, for the Force of Youth there are no obstacles, Hermione has already seen this for the past two years, both in heart and mind, but it was still alarming. She promised to take all the items this year, and she will take them... But will she be able to do it?
What would Harry say?
- You can do it, Hermione, I believe in you! This is your way of being a magician! - Potter's voice was heard in her head, so alive and real that Hermione unwittingly turned around.
But no, she was alone. Harry and Neville went to get the blizzard supplies, and Weasley had not returned from Egypt yet.
- Please have all the textbooks for all the subjects for Hogwarts' third year, sir," Hermione said as she approached the seller.
- All the textbooks? - With a gentle smile, the old Mr. Florish asked. - It's a very heavy load...
- Nothing is impossible for me when I have the power of Youth in my heart," Hermione said firmly in response.
Using a spell to take a stack of books higher than herself out of the store, Hermione remembered that she wanted to get an animal and went to the next store. The choice was quick and easy, and soon Granger continued her trip along the Slanting Walk, accompanied by a stack of books. A huge red cat lay on top of a stack of books, falling apart in a fraction of the way down the stack.
- You look great, Hermione! - approved Harry, getting into the position of the Good Guy.
- You'll be a sensorium," said Neville, who himself, without magic, was dragging a mountain of accessories.
- I'm afraid I'll have to grow a tail and live in a sewer," Hermione smiled back.
- Oh, did you look too?! - Neville rejoiced.
Hermione just smiled back. It was easier for her to see the "ninja turtles" than it was for Neville, a resident of the magical world. He was also a strict grandmother in the care of his grandmother! However, last year he proved that there are no barriers for his Youth Force and that this year Hermione will also be able to, and if he can not, he will learn the whole program of Hogwarts in a year!
- If anyone is Sensei, it's Harry," Hermione said sincerely.
But Potter only shook his head and was about to answer something when Malfoy Jr. came out of the nearest alley.
- Draco! - Harry shouted joyfully, throwing his hand at him. - I suggest we arrange...
But Harry did not have time to finish, because after Draco a big black dog jumped out of the alley and jumped right to Hermione!
- The stomach! - She squealed, realizing that the dog was aiming at her wonderful, newly bought red cat.
Books fell apart on the pavement, the Tummy's throat swelled his hair and hissed, and Draco jumped on the spot, turning around and screaming.
- Master Potter, Master Draco, I will protect you! - Dobby appeared in the alley.
Hermione hadn't even had time to cast the spell before the house-elf snapped his fingers, and the dog took off somewhere... beyond the horizon, judging by the trajectory of her flight.
- The power of Youth freed Dobby! The power of Youth is bubbling in Dobby! - The elf proudly shouted, correcting the slipper pillowcase, which was sewn on the sleeveless sleeveless sleeveless.
After that, he fled as if he hadn't even been there.
- It was... strange," Neville coughed.
Hermione, who had finished collecting books from the pavement and was trying to lure and calm the cat, the Stomach, noticed that Draco had already gone somewhere.
- Harry? - She asked.
- Oh, yeah?
- What did you want to say to Draco?
- I wanted to offer him a Sensei competition, that is, our deans! It's okay, we'll still have time to do it, we have the whole school year ahead of us!
- I'm afraid the venerable dean of Sprout won't be very enthusiastic," said Neville.
- Then we will have to arrange a competition for all the deans! - Harry declared no less enthusiastically, throwing his hand to heaven. - And you will have to find yourself a sensei, yes!
- Yes! - supported him by Neville and Hermione.
To be continued...