ONLINE CINDERELLA

Disclaimer: Everything also not mine well perhaps the storyline.

Chapter 1

Harry woke up to someone force feeding him a potion. He opened his eyes slowly and groggily, assuming that the person standing before him was Madam Pomfrey. He couldn't really tell though because he didn’t have his glasses on. He began choking on the nutrient potion, which he'd recgonized from the disgusting taste, that was being forced down his throat.

“I survived long enough to kill Voldemort, but I’m sure that I don’t want to die choking on that disgusting potion of yours.” Harry said in a very hoarse sarcastic voice.

Madam Pomfrey looked down and saw Harry's emerald eyes staring at her, she was shocked. She had missed that pair of eyes looking up at her from one of her hospital beds. She recomposed herself and glared down at Harry, having just caught what he had said.

“I’ve been worried sick about you and completely wiped out my entire stock of nutrient potions, and all I get is your cheeky comments the moment you open your eyes.” Madam Pomfrey scolded. “I’m going run a couple diagnostic scans to check you through then call for the Headmaster.” She took her wand out and cast a few spells on Harry. After a few nods of her head while casting the spell, she went back to her office to fire call Dumbledore.

Madam Pomfrey came back a few minutes later with Dumbledore, Remus, McGonagall, Snape (with several vials of potions) and to Harry's surprise, Sirius.

When Harry saw Sirius, he felt his eyes brimming with tears. His tears began to fall freely when Sirius ran to his bed and engulfed him in a huge bear hug. And it was one of the very few times that Harry didn't mind at all being crushed by Sirius' hug; he was just so overwhelmed with joy to see him alive.

They broke apart a few moments later and Sirius sat beside his godson on the bed. Madam Pomfrey had left the room and came back with a vial of cream colored potion and handed it to Harry.

“Come on now Harry, drink up. This potion is a new discovery, it's called Healing-Coma Potion. (A/N: Sorry if it sounds weird, we can't think of another name. --) It will put you in a coma-like state for a few days and while you're asleep it allows your magic to help heal you at a faster rate.” Madam Pomfrey explained to them.

“I’ll drink this later, I want to talk to Sirius now. I want to know what happen.” Harry whined.

“You need to drink this potion, NOW!”

“Can't I please take the potion later? It won't make any difference if I drink this in a few minutes, right Sirius? I have so many questions for you. I thought you were dead.” Harry turned to his godfather and gave him his best puppy eyes.

Sirius was about to open his mouth to say something to help his godson. He couldn't refuse Harry anything when he gave him those big puppy dog eyes.

“NO! Drink this potion now before I ban everyone from visiting you,” Madam Pomfrey said before Sirius could say anything. She glared daggers at him, daring him to speak further.

“Fine.” Harry said, knowing that he had lost the fight and gulped down the potion. Within a few minutes, his head fell to Sirius’s shoulder and he was fast asleep.

“When will Harry wake up?” Sirius asked after he had gently laid Harry’s head on his pillow and tucked him in to bed.

“Probably in a few days or at most a week.” Madam Pomfrey stated.

“Why didn’t you give the potion to him while he was unconscious?” Remus asked worried about his cub who had just woken but was forced back into oblivion.

“As I was saying, this potion uses the patient’s magic to heal him. If he was given the potion when he was unconscious, he probably wouldn’t have woken up again. I’ve found his magic level is recovering at fast rate, though it's not back up to his usual level. He probably will wake up every once in a while if his magic recovers at a fast enough rate, but he will be too tired to do anything. You can stay if you'd like, but I would suggest that you all go get some rest until he is fully awake; then you can talk about whatever you want with him.” Madam Pomfrey explained to the other occupants of the Hospital Wing.

They all promptly nodded and proceeded to leave the Hospital Wing to get their rest while waiting for Harry to wake up.

XxXxXx

Harry woke up about five days later, feeling better than ever. He slowly opened his emerald green eyes and blinked a few times, allowing his eyes to adjust to light. He reached his hand out for his glasses, but someone placed them on his face before he could find them. He saw Sirius and Remus standing at the right side of his bed, while Hermione and Ron stood at the other side. Dumbledore, Snape, McGonagall, and Madam Pomfrey were all standing at the end of the bed.

Harry smiled up at them. “How are you feeling, cub?” Remus asked. Sirius helped him to sit up, while Hermione handed him a glass of water. He drank the whole glass and then leaned back against the headboard of the bed.

“Better, much better.” Harry said, smiling again at all of them.

“Harry, do remember what happened at the Ministry of Magic?” Dumbledore asked, his blue eyes twinkling behind his half-moon spectacles.

“I remember...Sirius fell behind the veil...then I fired Crucio at Bellatrix twice but failed then I saw Voldemort and I got so angry and...Voldemort disappeared...” Harry frowned while trying to remember everything that had happened. “By the way, did Voldemort die? How long has it been since I fainted?” Harry asked. Then he turned to Sirius with tears streaking down his cheeks. “I thought you where dead.”

Sirius hugged his godson while Dumbledore gestured for Snape, McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey to leave them and give them some privacy. Sirius, Remus, Ron and Hermione then proceeded to fill Harry in on everything that had happened during the time he was unconscious.

XxXxXx

A week later, Harry was finally allowed to leave the Hospital Wing. He ran to find Sirius in the Great Hall. He saw Snuffles was eating lunch on the floor beside Remus. He ran to him and dragged him out of the Great Hall towards an empty classroom.

“What?” Sirius asked as he changed back and once the door closed behind Harry. He stared at him with a confused look on his face over his godson's bizarre behavior.

“You promised to tell me what happened after you fell behind the veil.” Harry said sitting behind one of the tables facing Sirius. (Sirius was about to tell him what had happened earlier when Madam Pomfrey interrupted them and he had promised Harry that he would tell him after he was allowed to leave the Hospital Wing)

“Oh.” Sirius said, blushing furiously. Harry waited for Sirius to continue but he suddenly seemed to feel very uncomfortable and stared off into space.

“So...” Harry said to get Sirius attention back to the topic on hand.

“Umm...you see Harry...the ministry was kind of trying to sort out a problem with one of the muggle public toilets that had slugs coming out of it...ummmmmm ...and it turns out that the veil is some sort of a portal to transport who ever is fixing the problem, to save time...” Sirius explained.

“So you were transported to a toilet. Why do you look so uncomfortable about telling me this?” Harry asked obviously very confused.

“Err ... It wasn't just any muggle toilet ...” Sirius blushed deeper. “Itwasafemaletoiletand justasIarrivedamugglewomanwaswalkinginandscreamedandshethoughtIwasapervert.” Sirius said in one breath.

Harry blinked and burst out laughing hysterically. Sirius glared at his godson but just made him double over with laughter.

Soon Harry managed to control his laugher and went to Dumbledore’s office with Snuffles in tow. It seemed that the Headmaster wanted Harry to come to his office to have a meeting with him.

xXxXxXx

Harry and Sirius sat down in two chairs in front of the headmaster’s desk. Snape was already sitting there, glaring at Harry.

“Lemon drop, tea?” Dumbledore offered. Sirius and Harry politely declined.

“You wanted to see me, Headmaster?” Harry asked.

“Yes. I have a special treat for you.” Dumbledore answered, his blue eyes twinkling madly.

Harry stared at the headmaster and exchanged a glance with his godfather before turning back to face to Dumbledore.

“You missed the celebration of The Defeat of Voldemort, as a treat all classes were canceled. All the other students have already gone home. We’ll be sending you back after dinner.” Dumbledore said, oblivious to Harry discomfort.

“No, I want to stay here with Sirius. I don’t want to go back to the Dursleys. Voldemort is dead, I don’t need the protection from that house.” Harry said, obviously upset. He didn’t want to go back to the Dursley's, not even for the summer holiday. Now that Voldemort was dead, he wanted to stay with his godfather.

“Yes, Voldermort is dead but there are still some Death Eaters on the run. They will come and try to avenge their master's death.” Dumbledore explained to Harry, wondering why the boy was not happy to go home.

“Death Eaters can’t get into the school. I can stay here with Sirius and once we get our hands on Pettigrew, we can free Sirius.” Harry gave his best puppy dog eyes to his godfather, practically begging him to agree with him. “I can stay with him after he is free, right Sirius?”

“Harry can stay here at Hogwarts until my name is clear and then I’ll take back the custody from the Dursleys.” He said to support his godson. Harry had told him how they treated him at their house over the summers and the only reason that he hadn't sent them all to their graves was the blood protection that Lily placed on Petunia.

“No, Sirius, Harry has to go back. He’ll be safer there besides there are Death Eaters’ children here and I'm sure that they will try to harm Harry and we still have to catch Peter. Once we've gotten your name cleared, you can retrieve Harry back from the Dursleys.” Dumbledore said to indicate the end of the discussion.

Harry sighed. “How am I going to get back?” Harry asked with a defeated look on his face. He knew that no matter what he said that Dumbledore would not change his mind.

“Severus will take you back after dinner. This way you have enough of time to pack your belongings.” Dumbledore said while turning to Severus to see that if he was fine with that. He nodded.

“WHAT!”