New And Improved Harry Potter

Harry's POV

"My head, that's what it could hurt!" Harry yelled as he batted away more of the little creatures that were trying to shoot tiny arrows at him. Those that weren't shooting, were pulling his hair and trying to take out his eyes. If they didn't have those long nails, which were scratching his face, it wouldn't be too bad. It was a good thing he still used glasses for his map, or it could be a lot worst. Poor Sirius was holding his arm over his eyes, trying to see under it. "What the fuck are these things?" the dark-haired teen yelled again, running out of the room they had just entered.

His head crew was laughing at him. They knew that the doxies posed little danger for our hero, so didn't erect the shield. Well, Data and Worf were giving him instructions, while Spock was telling him all the things they were doing wrong. So, no, the crew was not helping. He wondered what that meant to have his own mind laugh at him.

"They're doxies," Sirius said as he too came out of the room, slamming the door behind him and leaning against it. He could hear the small thunks of the doxies as they failed to stop in time. "I've never seen them act like that before," he added, brushing the tiny arrows out of his hair.

"What? Like an army?" the teen said sarcastically. They had too, it was very bizarre to watch. One little guy took charge, with its little arm raised and yelling directions as loud as it could. Platoons of these pest would swarm, retreat, and then swarm again. They were very organized.

"Yeah, they usually just hang around in drapery, until their removed. Sure, they bite and scratch but never have I heard of them using weapons. I mean, how did they do that?" the dogman said, leaning against the wall wondering what they were going to do about the pesky doxies. "I didn't think they had any sentience as all. They are also venomous, we should get the antidote from the potions lab. It's on the ground floor," he added feeling a bit woozy.

"Nay, I got this, just hold still," ordered Harry as he finally got the splinters of wood out of his hair. He then waved his hand and all the scratches, bites and venom disappeared off his face and hands, and out of his blood stream. He then did the same for Sirius. "It's probably all the dark magic in the air. It gave them a sense of being," he said when he'd finished.

"Thanks, Harry," the older man said, feeling much better. "You're probably right, this old house is seeping in it. Who knows what we'll find." He gave a full body shudder. It was bad when he lived here, he could just imagine what it was like now. Not good.

They had gotten to Grimmuald Place directly after leaving the Ministry, and Harry was no impressed. The whole building wreaked of dark magic, and it seem to be overrun with critters. The first thing they did was get rid of Kreature. Sirius had told the elf to go to the Malfoy's and to take nothing with him. It would server Lucius right to have that nasty piece of work in his house. Though, Malfoy might like the elf and his mumblings about half-bloods and blood traitors. He also informed the diminutive being that he was no longer a Black elf and could no longer answer to a Black's call. Even in disguise, the house elf had known who the man was. Not able to disobey the order he popped away, wailing something about not being able to fulfil Master Regulus last order. Sirius wanted to know what the elf was talking about, but it was too late, he was gone.

Since then, the two men had been attempting to gain control of the house. They decided to start on the first floor, since it held all the personal studies and libraries. This was the second room they had gained access to. The first was taken over by a boggart. It was easily taken care of, and Sirius did the cleaning of all the dark objects there. Harry was content to let his godfather get his practice in. He knew he could clean the house in a matter of minutes, but what fun was that.

"So, what are we going to do with this army?" the teen asked, looking at the door with a bit of distaste.

"There's a spray that will immobilize them. Then they are easy pickings. I don't think we have any here. I guess, I could call Winky, but then she'd want to take over the cleaning," was the thoughtful reply.

"We could have her clean the rooms we finish, and the ground floor. That way she'd have something to do while we work," Harry suggested. Thinking maybe Dobby could join in as well.

"That's not a bad idea. We also need to find the queen. Who, I'm sure, is in that room. Judging from the size of that swarm."

"Okay, you call Winky and get the spray. I'm going to call Dobby to do some reconnaissance on the other rooms. That way we aren't going in blind," Harry said, looking at the ceiling, wondering what was in store for them.

The two men did just that. Winky came into the house and physically cringed as how depressing and dirty it was. "Does Master Sirius wish for Winky to clean this house?" she asked with trepidation in her voice. She wasn't against cleaning it, but she didn't like dark magic, not after taking care of the Imperiused Master Barty.

Dobby bounced on his toes, eager to be doing something for his master. Working at Hogwarts was not exciting at all.

"No, we're going to use it to practice some magic. What I need from you is some doxy spray and then you can clean the kitchen and ground floor. If you want you can clean up the rooms we've finished," Sirius stated in a polite tone. He liked this elf, she was a godsend the first few weeks he had been in the Shrieking Shack. If not for her he would have never been in touch with Waters, and his name would not have been cleared.

"Winky can be doing this," she said with a firm nod and popped away.

"And what can Dobby be doing for Master Harry Potter, sir?" Dobby asked, still bouncing, ready to get started.

"Dobby, I have a very important mission for you. Behind this door is an army of doxies. We were caught off guard and don't want to be again. So, what we need from you is to go to from room to room and find out if anything has taken over," Harry said to his little friend in a voice of importance.

"Does Dobby needs to be getting rid of what he finds?" the little guy asked with wide eyes.

"No, no, just let us know. If we need something like doxy spray, get it and leave it outside the room for us. Can you do that?" Harry asked, putting his hand on the elf's shoulder.

"Dobby can be doing anything the Great Harry Potter bes asking," Dobby said with his usual exuberance.

"Great! Thanks for your help, Dobby."

And with a nod of eagerness Dobby popped away.

"I will never understand how you get so many people to worship you. Not that you're not a great guy, it's just that you're just a kid," Sirius said with a shake of his head. As long as he had known Harry, people just seem to have two extremes around him. Hate or Worship. Well, not his friends, but even they were awed by the boy. Sure, the magic he could do was unheard of, but so few people knew of it, that that couldn't be a factor. He never heard all the tales of Harry Potter while in Azkaban, so he didn't know that people had built up a living legend on the boy's shoulders.

"Don't look at me, I don't have a clue either. Amnesiac, remember?" Harry stated as Winky popped back into hall with the spray they needed.

"Right, sorry. Thanks, Winky," Sirius said taking the spray. "So, do you think you can magic up that nifty shield?"

"For some reason my magic doesn't think we're in danger. So, no, I can't," Harry grumbled, still miffed at his crews laughing. "I mean, I could, but if we're not in danger, then it's best to just brave the army without it. Besides, weren't you a Gryffindor? Where's that courage, man?"

"Fine," the dogman pouted.

Together they faced the door, squaring their shoulders and taking deep breaths they went to battle.

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