The Godfather's Humble Wish [Seeking Follow-up]

Seeing Dewey here, Sirius bared his teeth, looking for all the world like a large dog threatening an intruder on his territory.

Dewey was not welcome here.

Dewey pulled a piece of chocolate from his clothes and broke it apart.

Half for himself, half for Black.

He carefully cupped the chocolate shards in his hand and tossed them into his mouth.

"I am not here for Harry Potter."

"I have no interest in your godson."

Dewey stated his purpose clearly: "I am here to find a Ministry of Magic official."

"There are no Ministry of Magic officials here, Dewey."

When it came to Harry Potter's safety, Sirius was extremely vigilant; he stared at Dewey, ready to strike at any moment.

Dewey spread his hands.

The chocolate melted in his mouth.

It was simply the most delicious taste in the world.

Having tasted the delicacy, Dewey's mood calmed significantly.

"Just last year," Dewey said, "your godson was nearly expelled from Hogwarts for using magic in front of Muggles. Did you not know about this?"

"Do you think he looks like a well-behaved child?"

"He looks so much like James Potter; do you think James Potter was a well-behaved person, Sirius?"

"Like father, like son, Sirius Black. He isn't the type to stay quiet. Waiting here for a rabbit to hit the stump offers much better odds than anywhere else, doesn't it?"

Sirius Black took the chocolate.

Big dogs cannot eat chocolate.

Black could.

"So, you're here to try your luck."

He was half-skeptical of Dewey's words.

"That's right, exactly."

Dewey affirmed.

As he spoke, two headlights tore through the darkness.

A car turned off the main street, its windows rolled down, and the person inside was complaining frantically.

"Damn it, why are the streetlights out!"

Someone shouted from the car, and a dog was barking wildly in the backseat.

Dewey and Sirius vanished into the shadows, only emerging once the car had passed.

"It's them."

Sirius recognized the people getting out of the car, his gaze malicious as he ground his teeth.

The Dursley Family stepped out of the vehicle.

They had just gone to pick up Aunt Marge from the countryside.

Dewey watched as the woman, who resembled Uncle Vernon in both build and appearance, stepped out of the car; she looked delighted, hugging Dudley and kissing him repeatedly.

"And where is that little mongrel? Hmm, what's his name, Harry, is it?"

Aunt Marge shouted loudly, showing no regard for Petunia's face.

Dewey, sensing what was coming, grabbed Sirius Black.

"You cannot tear them to pieces, Black," Dewey said seriously. "That won't bring any positive change to your godson's life; things will only get worse, Black."

Dewey warned him in advance.

Black was incredibly strong; Dewey could barely restrain the burly man.

Just as Dewey was wondering if he should use an Avada to make him quiet down, Sirius stopped.

"How, how can they treat Harry like this! How can they talk about James and Lily like that!"

Sirius growled in a low voice.

He looked as if he were about to transform into a large dog and charge out.

Aunt Marge's bulldog let out a "woof," looked curiously in their direction, and tilted its head.

"Calm down, Sirius Black. If you finish them off, how will you face Harry Potter in the future?"

"'Hi, Harry, I'm Sirius Black, I killed your aunt and uncle, nice to meet you,' is that it?"

"Do you think that's a cool way to say hello?"

Dewey roared into his ear.

He had to wrap his arms around Sirius Black to hold him back; the man was a powerhouse, and even without transforming, he was incredibly difficult to restrain.

There was no doubt that Uncle Vernon and Petunia were abusing young Harry Potter in every conceivable way, but that did not mean Sirius could just charge in and tear the two of them to pieces.

He could strip them of custody, but he could not tear them apart.

That would attract a swarm of Ministry of Magic elites.

Dewey could not let Sirius Black do that.

Dewey was fishing.

He wanted two small fish, not elite Aurors; whether it was Kingsley or Mad-Eye Moody, neither were opponents he could handle at this stage.

"Alright, alright, I understand. You can let me go now."

Hearing this, Sirius Black calmed down slightly. He sat on the ground, panting heavily, consumed by his own frustration.

Because of his own mistakes, he had let Harry suffer so much over these years.

Dewey, meanwhile, stared blankly at Number Four Privet Drive.

Aunt Marge had a booming voice. Dewey and Sirius Black had snuck close to Uncle Vernon's house, with Dewey taking special care to avoid prying eyes nearby to ensure they wouldn't be discovered.

If he remembered correctly, there was an old Squib woman living nearby who acted as Dumbledore's eyes and ears.

He was certain that if Dumbledore arrived, neither he nor Sirius would be able to escape.

He alone might not draw Dumbledore's attention, but with Sirius Black added to the mix, that was no longer a certainty.

The two heard Aunt Marge's roaring from the dining room, mixed with the barking of the dog named Ripper; the scene was chaotic.

"So," Aunt Marge's voice reached Dewey and Sirius Black outside, and she asked with extreme rudeness, "You're still here, are you?"

She must have been asking Harry Potter.

Harry Potter responded, and Dewey guessed he had said "Yes."

This answer infuriated Aunt Marge.

"Don't you dare use that ungrateful tone to say 'yes' to me! Vernon and Petunia were kind enough to take you in; they've been far too good to you! If it were me, facing a little brat like you, if someone had dumped you on my doorstep, I would have thrown you straight into an orphanage! Do you understand? So, when you face us, you need to learn some humility—humility, do you hear me? We saved you, you little brat, don't you dare look at me with those eyes!"

Hearing Aunt Marge's outrageous claims, Dewey looked over at Sirius Black again.

He wasn't worried that Harry Potter would hit his aunt with an "Avada Kedavra," but he was afraid that Sirius would be triggered by Marge, lose control, and charge inside to tear everyone to shreds.

To his surprise, when he turned his head, he saw Sirius Black's eyes shining brightly.

He no longer looked like he wanted to tear the Dursley Family to pieces.

He looked as if he had made a certain resolution.

Turning to look at Dewey, Sirius Black nervously licked his lips and said cautiously, "You say—I mean, uh, if I catch Peter Pettigrew in the near future, can I clear my name? Those thirteen lives, the betrayal of the Dark Lord—none of that was my doing. Doesn't that prove my innocence? At that point, I'll have a house, I'll have enough financial stability, and I'll be a free man. Could I then apply for custody of Harry Potter? Right, don't look at me like that—I'm his godfather, he's my godson; I was always meant to be his guardian."

Sirius Black spoke, looking at Dewey with hope, desperate to hear a "yes."

Dewey pondered for a moment and said, "It sounds feasible."

"That's good, that's good."

Sirius Black said with longing. He was looking at Dewey, but Dewey could tell that Sirius Black's gaze had already drifted into a fantasy.

He was imagining a beautiful future.

Subconsciously, Dewey wanted to slap him to bring him back to reality.

Such beautiful memories would only attract Dementors.

But soon, Dewey realized this wasn't Azkaban.

Letting him daydream was fine; at least he didn't have to worry about him doing something reckless in a fit of rage.

He shifted his gaze back to the house. A scream erupted from inside, and if Dewey's guess was correct, Harry Potter had been pushed to his limit by Aunt Marge, causing his magic to spiral out of control and blow his aunt up like a balloon!

Wandless magic.

Noisy sounds spilled out from the house. A moment later, Dewey saw Harry Potter, that famous figure in the wizarding world, storming out of the house in a rage.

He stood with his back to the street, clutching his wand, and dragging a large trunk behind him.

Uncle Vernon looked like a bear standing on its hind legs, rushing out the door in a mix of fear and fury, glaring at Harry Potter.

"Come back! I want you to put everything back the way it was!"

He shouted at Harry, spit flying everywhere.

Harry Potter pointed his wand at his uncle and said firmly, "No."

He stated with resolve, "I'm leaving. I've had enough of you people! I won't be putting any of this back to how it was."

He turned his head decisively and walked off into the darkness!

Dewey patted Sirius, only to find himself unexpectedly patting a large black dog.

The black dog glanced at Dewey, then merged into the darkness and vanished.