Author's Note: I'd like to kind of leave a VERY short summary of book 5 to
freshen up your memory. Please note, if you have not read book 5 DO NOT
READ ANY MORE OF THIS.
Summary of book 5: Harry get expelled but is let back into the school after proven innocent
Harry and his friends start a D.A class that they use to learn extra Defense Against the Dark arts. They do this so they'll be ready if ever up against Voldemort.
They have a mean new DADA teacher, Professor Umbridge, who later in the book gets carried off by a wild heard of centaurs. ^_^
Harry finds out that Voldemort wanted to kill him because of a prophecy made by Professor Trelawney. It said that 2 people born on the last day of July had the power to vanquish the dark lord. But here didn't read the second part.whoever he chooses as his equal (meaning harry or Neville, both born on the last day of july) would be the one able to vanquish him. He chose Harry and his powers were temporarily weakened greatly.
Sirius Black dies!!! (How sad.:'(.)
Ron is the new Gryffindor Quidditch Keeper and him and Hermione seem to have some chemistry going on there if you know what I mean.
Ron and Hermione are made prefects!
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing of this, I'm afraid. :(
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Chapter One
The Neighbor of Privet Drive
All seemed quiet on number four. Clouds drifted in the sky making shadows of them upon the streets below. The place seemed normal, just another row of houses like all the rest, with their same green lawns and their same plain mailboxes. No, nothing here seemed out of the ordinary, not one bit. Everything seemed perfect, like a painting or a dream. But, looks can be deceiving, for this street was not ordinary, quite the contrary. A scrawny figure of a boy lies on the sidewalk of Number 4, Privet Drive. The boy seemed to have passed out from a heat exhaustion, perhaps a lack of food. Whatever the case, he was not moving. He lay motionless without twitching or opening his eyes the slightest.
The boy had untidy black hair and was wearing a cloak. For this boy, was the reason that made Little Whinging, Surrey so different. He was not like the rest, not at all. He held a secret, a dark one that made this place anything but ordinary. He turned over and rolled off the sidewalk. He obviously was not dead, but sleeping under the blazing hot sun. The gentle bump off the sidewalk didn't wake him. He just lay there, more motionless than ever. For many minutes seemed to pass until another figure emerged from the other end of the street. She was an old lady, with a handbag made of a scaly material. She wore a pink frilly dress and had a look of anger on her face. She approached the sleeping boy.
"Harry!" she barked. "Harry get up this instant! The muggles will see you!"
The boy made a slight noise that sounded like the words "No, five more minutes." and rolled over again. The lady grew a stern look on her face and kicked the boy softly in the ribs, not hard, but enough to wake him.
"Wha-?" the boy asked with a tired voice.
"Harry, you're lying around here with your cloaks on as if it's nobody's business! You can't be doing this, a muggle will see you!" she said.
The boy rubbed his eyes roughly with balled up hands and sat up. His eyes were a bright shade of green and he had messy untidy hair. He had a great scar on his forehead that was in the shape of a lightning bolt. He was definitely not ordinary. His name was Harry Potter. Harry stared at the old lady and replied.
"Ms. Figg, no one will see me. They're all out doing their chores and errands."
He was quite right; there seemed no one but the two on the streets. All was silent until the voice of Ms. Figg broke it.
"You heard me. Now take those robes off or I'll do it for you. You cannot be seen like that or the muggles'll get suspicious." she growled.
"Fine," he replied. "But I'm not staying inside. The Dursleys' are in their mood again. Uncle Vernon threw a book at me and Aunt Petunia threatened me with a frying pan."
She gave him a look of annoyance and pointed towards the nearest house as if telling him to "Go now!" He stood up and dusted off his clothes. He was tall and scrawny with dark black hair and bright green eyes. His clothes were definitely different from what most people would call "normal". He walked across the clean-cut grass of Number 4 and went through the door. Yelling had automatically erupted from inside the house.
"What have I told you about coming back!-"
"Vernon don't! You'll kill him-"
"Then kill him I will. He's NOT letting that ruddy bird fly through my kitchen and eat the bacon again! -"
"Vernon! Let-him-go!"
The voices seemed to cease until only one voice was heard again.
"Alright."
Harry walked out the house again with normal clothes on and a mean and nasty look. He stomped over to Mrs. Figg aggressively and growled.
"See why I hate it in there?" Harry said. "I can't take it anymore Ms. Figg. I've already been attacked four times today. I have 2 lumps on my head from a metal spoon and-"
He rubbed his bottom and went on.
"-Aunt Petunia got me with the pan."
She looked funnily at him as if pitying his frying pan incident until she smiled and patted him on the back. She motioned for him to walk across the street to another house. This house looked like all the rest, but had a different aurora to it. The closer you walked, the more intense a smell of cabbage got. He walked onto the sidewalk and over to the door. He looked down at the placemat. "Welcome Harry." It said. He didn't seem bothered that an inanimate object just spoke to it, but instead spoke back.
"Hi Wellimus. How are you?" he asked it.
"Why, I'm just worn out, young Harry Potter. I mean, how do expect a welcome mat to feel after being stepped on 20 times a day. But please, do come in." it spoke back.
He nodded and grabbed the doorknob. As he walked into the house the placemat gave a little "Umph!" as Harry stepped on it. The house was now a very strong smell of cabbage and looked very unusual for a normal house. The couches were ripped in certain parts, the floor seemed to be made out of the same material Mrs. Figg handbag was made out of. Harry recognized this as dragon hide. It was very scratchy as they entered and walked on it. There were many clocks in this room, all of which had no numbers on it, but words such as "Work" and "Sleep" and "Eating". Instead of hands there were spoon shaped figures that had faces on them. Harry recognized one of the faces as his own, which then moved to "Home".
The living quarters were, if anything, extraordinary. However, it was nothing compared to the kitchen area of the house. The were many vials that contained many different coloured liquids. There were giant pots that didn't seem quite the shape a pot should be. They were shaped like cauldrons witches used in medieval times. Harry didn't seem at all surprised at the fact that there were giant lizards in cages with blue markings around the eyes, a carpet made of dragon hide, or even the fact that the house seemed to be bigger inside than it's small appearance outside. No, none of this bothered him. None of it even made him wince or grow wide-eyed. He was used to this kind of lifestyle, not the lifestyle of the ordinary everyday person, but that of a wizard's. Ms. Figg quickly entered the living room of the house with a smile on her face. Her smile, however, seemed to fade as she turned to Harry. She sighed a deep sigh and then spoke.
"Look, Harry," she started. I know how you're feeling. I honestly do. You've been locked up in that house for days. But it will all get better when you hear this news I've just received."
A smile widened on her chubby face until it almost seemed impossible to stretch any further. She held out a letter and signaled Harry to take it from her. He looked at the beige envelope for a few moments and then took it from Ms. Figg. He stared at what was written on the front. It seemed to be written in very untidy scrawl. It was almost impossible to read but Harry had an idea of what it said.
Harry Potter
Number 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey
To address to Number 8 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey
A smile appeared on his sad face as he quickly ripped the top off of the envelope. He read through the letter aloud, making sure Ms. Figg had read it too.
Dear Harry, I've got very wonderful news for you. Dumbledore's found a replacement Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher for Hogwarts. You may not find this as too much of a surprise but you will as soon as you find out who it is. I wont spoil the surprise for you just yet, but when you arrive at Hogwarts on September the 1st you'll know all right.
I've been busy over the past few weeks. I've been trying to recruit some more Giants to our side. I don't think it'll work. Seems the only one that we've got on the Ministry's side is our little Grawp here. He's been learning all sorts of English and he almost knows how to said Hagrid. He still only calls me Hagree, but it's an improvement from Hagger, don't you think?
Hermione and Ron seem to be all right. I've talked to them once or twice at the Burrow. They both seemed to think that they need to brush Ron up on his Keeper skills for next season. I really do hope that Gryffindor keeps up their Quidditch Cup championship this term. I was really proud of them when they won it last year. I think you'll be pleased to hear that Dumbledore got your Quidditch license back so you'll be playing next term. Since Fred and George Weasley left Hogwarts a year early we have already gotten their spots permanently filled. I wont say who, but I think you'll be happy to hear when you get here.
I have talked it over with Dumbledore and we both have decided that you should stay at the Burrow for the rest of the summer. Ms. Figg will be transporting you there I suppose and you should arrive a few days after you read this letter. I hope you have a great summer, Harry, and I can't wait to see you when next term starts.
Your Friend,
Hagrid P.S. I've sent you a birthday present that should arrive within the hour of reading this.
Harry stood, in amazement, at all the things Hagrid had provided in his letter. Had Dumbledore perhaps trusted him more now that he knew why Voldemort was after him? Was he now going to be treated more like a human being rather than an object with a scar on his head? This he wasn't sure about, but his spirits were rising none-the-less.
Harry looked up at Ms. Figg, who was waiting for some sort of response. His smile soon grew wider when Ms. Figg pulled something else from her tiny crocodile skin bag. It seemed to be a package of some sort, with three more letters attached to it. One of the writing on the letters Harry saw must be Hermione's. The other two he recognized as Ron's handwriting and a letter from Hogwarts. Harry reached for the package and sat down on the beat up couch. He stared excitedly into the package for a moment but decided it was best to open the cards first.
He tore open the first card, from Ron, which seemed to be stuffed of something. As he opened the card a thousand tiny pieces of coloured papers burst into the air. Harry gave a slight chuckle and read the card. Harry,
Hi Harry, it's Ron. I wanted to wish you a happy 16th birthday. Hermione and I decided not to give you your present quite yet, but as soon as you arrive at the Burrow we will. Hagrid said he would tell you that you'd be coming here for the rest of the summer. I'm so excited that we're going back to Hogwarts soon, Ginny's been pestering me about teaching her how to pull off that wronskei's feint that Krum did at the Quidditch World Cup.
You wont believe who got into Fred and Georges Quidditch spots. I wont say quite yet, but as soon as you get here I will. I hope you arrive early tonight; Mum's making her famous friggleberry pie for desert tonight. But enough of my blabber, I'll tell you everything when you get here!
Ron
Harry had now been told twice about the new Beaters places being filled, but not of who filled them. He could only imagine who it was. Putting Ron's letter aside the grabbed Hermione's in a quick pace. He expected confetti to burst out of the envelope but nothing happened. He pulled out a piece of parchment with very neat writing on it and stared to read.
Harry,
We've been looking forward to seeing you at the Burrow tomorrow. I don't know when you'll get this seeing as how Errol sent it, but I hope it's soon. As I'm sure everyone has been telling you, The Weasley twin's spots have been filled. I was very surprised who was picked, and I'm sure you will be too. Ron made me swear not to say in the letter, so you'll have to find out when you get here.
Hagrid's written to me telling me that Grawp's been doing great on his grammar lessons. Unfortunately, he still wants me to teach Grawp myself. He says I'd be a greater influence on him. I've also written to Remus for old times sake. I don't want to make you remember what happened last year, but Lupin says that Sirius's funeral will be held August 14th in Grimmauld Place. They'll be having a tribute to him with all of the Order members and everything. I'm sorry that you lost him, Harry. It must hurt so badly. Please keep your spirits up and don't use any more spells out of school.
We are all looking forward to you coming Harry.
With love,
Hermione
Harry's mood had suddenly changed. His smile turned to a frown and he was no longer happy. It was as if all of the life in him had been stolen. He had been reminded once more of the great lost he had suffered just a few months before. His godfather, Sirius Black, had been murdered. Sirius himself had been framed 15 years before for the murder of 13 humans. Harry kept telling himself not to blame the death on himself, but it was hard. He had lead Sirius accidentally into the Department of Mysteries. He had made Sirius come to the rescue and die in the act. It had been hurting Harry for months now. He was no longer the happy soul he was a few moments before, and he knew Ms. Figg could sense it.
"What's the matter, Harry?" she whispered. "What is it?"
"Nothing," said Harry. "It's nothing at all."
Harry tried to force smile but it made him feel even worse. Nothing could make him feel better right now. Sirius was like a brother to him before he was murdered. Sirius has been stolen, and Harry will never forgive the one who sent him to his death. Bellatrix Lestrange will pay for this. Harry thought. Next time I see her she'll wish she hadn't have crossed Harry Potter. Now, instead of sadness and tears, Harry was full of deep anger and hatred. It was as though he could kill someone at the very moment. He tried to shake off the thoughts of Bellatrix and focus more on the letters he had just received.
"Are you sure you're fine Harry? You seem a bit, strange." Ms. Figg continued to ask.
"Yes, I'm sure, Ms. Figg. Don't worry."
He then stared at the third letter and realized that it must be his supplies list for Hogwarts. It seemed rather bulky and he knew there must be a lot of things to buy this year. He tossed the letter aside and thought Well; I may as well open it later. Harry glanced over to the packaged and knew it was the present Hagrid was talking about in his letter. With a little more caution he pulled the tape off the box and opened the flaps. He expected an animal of some sort to jump out and eat him alive.but instead there was a small golden object. He picked up the piece of gold and knew at once what it was. The golden object, was a key.
Ms. Figg gave a little gasp and pointed to a letter in the box. Harry picked it up with shaky and unsure hands and read aloud.
Harry,
Your godfather as you know died last June. He however didn't expect to leave you without anything in case he ever did pass away during his work for the Order. He specifically asked me to present this key to you, and also to enclose this note with it:
Harry, We may have only known each other since your third year, but it's felt as though I've known you all along. I don't know how, or when I will die, but I hope that you will move on in your life and do great things. I want you to know that I have and always will love you like a child. You're the only one that I can talk to like pure family. Not even Remus and I can feel as close as you and me have. So, I have decided that when the time comes for me to leave I will leave you the key to Number 12 Grimmauld Place. You may now think of it as your home away from home. Don't be scared to go there, as you may think it might bring upon bad memories. I want you to remember the good times you and me had in life, and I will never forget you for saving me in your third year. You are the bravest person I have ever met, Harry. I will never forget you.
Love,
Your godfather,
Sirius
Tears rolled down Harry's face as he examined the golden key Sirius had left him. He, Harry, had actually owned a house in which hi one and only godfather had grew up in. It was the best present he could have ever asked for. As he read through the letter one more time, he softly said aloud, I won't forget you either, Sirius. ************************************************************************
Author's Note: Sorry if that was a bit long. I kind of had to explain a lot in the chapter. Please review on how I'm doing so far. REVIEW!
Summary of book 5: Harry get expelled but is let back into the school after proven innocent
Harry and his friends start a D.A class that they use to learn extra Defense Against the Dark arts. They do this so they'll be ready if ever up against Voldemort.
They have a mean new DADA teacher, Professor Umbridge, who later in the book gets carried off by a wild heard of centaurs. ^_^
Harry finds out that Voldemort wanted to kill him because of a prophecy made by Professor Trelawney. It said that 2 people born on the last day of July had the power to vanquish the dark lord. But here didn't read the second part.whoever he chooses as his equal (meaning harry or Neville, both born on the last day of july) would be the one able to vanquish him. He chose Harry and his powers were temporarily weakened greatly.
Sirius Black dies!!! (How sad.:'(.)
Ron is the new Gryffindor Quidditch Keeper and him and Hermione seem to have some chemistry going on there if you know what I mean.
Ron and Hermione are made prefects!
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing of this, I'm afraid. :(
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Chapter One
The Neighbor of Privet Drive
All seemed quiet on number four. Clouds drifted in the sky making shadows of them upon the streets below. The place seemed normal, just another row of houses like all the rest, with their same green lawns and their same plain mailboxes. No, nothing here seemed out of the ordinary, not one bit. Everything seemed perfect, like a painting or a dream. But, looks can be deceiving, for this street was not ordinary, quite the contrary. A scrawny figure of a boy lies on the sidewalk of Number 4, Privet Drive. The boy seemed to have passed out from a heat exhaustion, perhaps a lack of food. Whatever the case, he was not moving. He lay motionless without twitching or opening his eyes the slightest.
The boy had untidy black hair and was wearing a cloak. For this boy, was the reason that made Little Whinging, Surrey so different. He was not like the rest, not at all. He held a secret, a dark one that made this place anything but ordinary. He turned over and rolled off the sidewalk. He obviously was not dead, but sleeping under the blazing hot sun. The gentle bump off the sidewalk didn't wake him. He just lay there, more motionless than ever. For many minutes seemed to pass until another figure emerged from the other end of the street. She was an old lady, with a handbag made of a scaly material. She wore a pink frilly dress and had a look of anger on her face. She approached the sleeping boy.
"Harry!" she barked. "Harry get up this instant! The muggles will see you!"
The boy made a slight noise that sounded like the words "No, five more minutes." and rolled over again. The lady grew a stern look on her face and kicked the boy softly in the ribs, not hard, but enough to wake him.
"Wha-?" the boy asked with a tired voice.
"Harry, you're lying around here with your cloaks on as if it's nobody's business! You can't be doing this, a muggle will see you!" she said.
The boy rubbed his eyes roughly with balled up hands and sat up. His eyes were a bright shade of green and he had messy untidy hair. He had a great scar on his forehead that was in the shape of a lightning bolt. He was definitely not ordinary. His name was Harry Potter. Harry stared at the old lady and replied.
"Ms. Figg, no one will see me. They're all out doing their chores and errands."
He was quite right; there seemed no one but the two on the streets. All was silent until the voice of Ms. Figg broke it.
"You heard me. Now take those robes off or I'll do it for you. You cannot be seen like that or the muggles'll get suspicious." she growled.
"Fine," he replied. "But I'm not staying inside. The Dursleys' are in their mood again. Uncle Vernon threw a book at me and Aunt Petunia threatened me with a frying pan."
She gave him a look of annoyance and pointed towards the nearest house as if telling him to "Go now!" He stood up and dusted off his clothes. He was tall and scrawny with dark black hair and bright green eyes. His clothes were definitely different from what most people would call "normal". He walked across the clean-cut grass of Number 4 and went through the door. Yelling had automatically erupted from inside the house.
"What have I told you about coming back!-"
"Vernon don't! You'll kill him-"
"Then kill him I will. He's NOT letting that ruddy bird fly through my kitchen and eat the bacon again! -"
"Vernon! Let-him-go!"
The voices seemed to cease until only one voice was heard again.
"Alright."
Harry walked out the house again with normal clothes on and a mean and nasty look. He stomped over to Mrs. Figg aggressively and growled.
"See why I hate it in there?" Harry said. "I can't take it anymore Ms. Figg. I've already been attacked four times today. I have 2 lumps on my head from a metal spoon and-"
He rubbed his bottom and went on.
"-Aunt Petunia got me with the pan."
She looked funnily at him as if pitying his frying pan incident until she smiled and patted him on the back. She motioned for him to walk across the street to another house. This house looked like all the rest, but had a different aurora to it. The closer you walked, the more intense a smell of cabbage got. He walked onto the sidewalk and over to the door. He looked down at the placemat. "Welcome Harry." It said. He didn't seem bothered that an inanimate object just spoke to it, but instead spoke back.
"Hi Wellimus. How are you?" he asked it.
"Why, I'm just worn out, young Harry Potter. I mean, how do expect a welcome mat to feel after being stepped on 20 times a day. But please, do come in." it spoke back.
He nodded and grabbed the doorknob. As he walked into the house the placemat gave a little "Umph!" as Harry stepped on it. The house was now a very strong smell of cabbage and looked very unusual for a normal house. The couches were ripped in certain parts, the floor seemed to be made out of the same material Mrs. Figg handbag was made out of. Harry recognized this as dragon hide. It was very scratchy as they entered and walked on it. There were many clocks in this room, all of which had no numbers on it, but words such as "Work" and "Sleep" and "Eating". Instead of hands there were spoon shaped figures that had faces on them. Harry recognized one of the faces as his own, which then moved to "Home".
The living quarters were, if anything, extraordinary. However, it was nothing compared to the kitchen area of the house. The were many vials that contained many different coloured liquids. There were giant pots that didn't seem quite the shape a pot should be. They were shaped like cauldrons witches used in medieval times. Harry didn't seem at all surprised at the fact that there were giant lizards in cages with blue markings around the eyes, a carpet made of dragon hide, or even the fact that the house seemed to be bigger inside than it's small appearance outside. No, none of this bothered him. None of it even made him wince or grow wide-eyed. He was used to this kind of lifestyle, not the lifestyle of the ordinary everyday person, but that of a wizard's. Ms. Figg quickly entered the living room of the house with a smile on her face. Her smile, however, seemed to fade as she turned to Harry. She sighed a deep sigh and then spoke.
"Look, Harry," she started. I know how you're feeling. I honestly do. You've been locked up in that house for days. But it will all get better when you hear this news I've just received."
A smile widened on her chubby face until it almost seemed impossible to stretch any further. She held out a letter and signaled Harry to take it from her. He looked at the beige envelope for a few moments and then took it from Ms. Figg. He stared at what was written on the front. It seemed to be written in very untidy scrawl. It was almost impossible to read but Harry had an idea of what it said.
Harry Potter
Number 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey
To address to Number 8 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey
A smile appeared on his sad face as he quickly ripped the top off of the envelope. He read through the letter aloud, making sure Ms. Figg had read it too.
Dear Harry, I've got very wonderful news for you. Dumbledore's found a replacement Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher for Hogwarts. You may not find this as too much of a surprise but you will as soon as you find out who it is. I wont spoil the surprise for you just yet, but when you arrive at Hogwarts on September the 1st you'll know all right.
I've been busy over the past few weeks. I've been trying to recruit some more Giants to our side. I don't think it'll work. Seems the only one that we've got on the Ministry's side is our little Grawp here. He's been learning all sorts of English and he almost knows how to said Hagrid. He still only calls me Hagree, but it's an improvement from Hagger, don't you think?
Hermione and Ron seem to be all right. I've talked to them once or twice at the Burrow. They both seemed to think that they need to brush Ron up on his Keeper skills for next season. I really do hope that Gryffindor keeps up their Quidditch Cup championship this term. I was really proud of them when they won it last year. I think you'll be pleased to hear that Dumbledore got your Quidditch license back so you'll be playing next term. Since Fred and George Weasley left Hogwarts a year early we have already gotten their spots permanently filled. I wont say who, but I think you'll be happy to hear when you get here.
I have talked it over with Dumbledore and we both have decided that you should stay at the Burrow for the rest of the summer. Ms. Figg will be transporting you there I suppose and you should arrive a few days after you read this letter. I hope you have a great summer, Harry, and I can't wait to see you when next term starts.
Your Friend,
Hagrid P.S. I've sent you a birthday present that should arrive within the hour of reading this.
Harry stood, in amazement, at all the things Hagrid had provided in his letter. Had Dumbledore perhaps trusted him more now that he knew why Voldemort was after him? Was he now going to be treated more like a human being rather than an object with a scar on his head? This he wasn't sure about, but his spirits were rising none-the-less.
Harry looked up at Ms. Figg, who was waiting for some sort of response. His smile soon grew wider when Ms. Figg pulled something else from her tiny crocodile skin bag. It seemed to be a package of some sort, with three more letters attached to it. One of the writing on the letters Harry saw must be Hermione's. The other two he recognized as Ron's handwriting and a letter from Hogwarts. Harry reached for the package and sat down on the beat up couch. He stared excitedly into the package for a moment but decided it was best to open the cards first.
He tore open the first card, from Ron, which seemed to be stuffed of something. As he opened the card a thousand tiny pieces of coloured papers burst into the air. Harry gave a slight chuckle and read the card. Harry,
Hi Harry, it's Ron. I wanted to wish you a happy 16th birthday. Hermione and I decided not to give you your present quite yet, but as soon as you arrive at the Burrow we will. Hagrid said he would tell you that you'd be coming here for the rest of the summer. I'm so excited that we're going back to Hogwarts soon, Ginny's been pestering me about teaching her how to pull off that wronskei's feint that Krum did at the Quidditch World Cup.
You wont believe who got into Fred and Georges Quidditch spots. I wont say quite yet, but as soon as you get here I will. I hope you arrive early tonight; Mum's making her famous friggleberry pie for desert tonight. But enough of my blabber, I'll tell you everything when you get here!
Ron
Harry had now been told twice about the new Beaters places being filled, but not of who filled them. He could only imagine who it was. Putting Ron's letter aside the grabbed Hermione's in a quick pace. He expected confetti to burst out of the envelope but nothing happened. He pulled out a piece of parchment with very neat writing on it and stared to read.
Harry,
We've been looking forward to seeing you at the Burrow tomorrow. I don't know when you'll get this seeing as how Errol sent it, but I hope it's soon. As I'm sure everyone has been telling you, The Weasley twin's spots have been filled. I was very surprised who was picked, and I'm sure you will be too. Ron made me swear not to say in the letter, so you'll have to find out when you get here.
Hagrid's written to me telling me that Grawp's been doing great on his grammar lessons. Unfortunately, he still wants me to teach Grawp myself. He says I'd be a greater influence on him. I've also written to Remus for old times sake. I don't want to make you remember what happened last year, but Lupin says that Sirius's funeral will be held August 14th in Grimmauld Place. They'll be having a tribute to him with all of the Order members and everything. I'm sorry that you lost him, Harry. It must hurt so badly. Please keep your spirits up and don't use any more spells out of school.
We are all looking forward to you coming Harry.
With love,
Hermione
Harry's mood had suddenly changed. His smile turned to a frown and he was no longer happy. It was as if all of the life in him had been stolen. He had been reminded once more of the great lost he had suffered just a few months before. His godfather, Sirius Black, had been murdered. Sirius himself had been framed 15 years before for the murder of 13 humans. Harry kept telling himself not to blame the death on himself, but it was hard. He had lead Sirius accidentally into the Department of Mysteries. He had made Sirius come to the rescue and die in the act. It had been hurting Harry for months now. He was no longer the happy soul he was a few moments before, and he knew Ms. Figg could sense it.
"What's the matter, Harry?" she whispered. "What is it?"
"Nothing," said Harry. "It's nothing at all."
Harry tried to force smile but it made him feel even worse. Nothing could make him feel better right now. Sirius was like a brother to him before he was murdered. Sirius has been stolen, and Harry will never forgive the one who sent him to his death. Bellatrix Lestrange will pay for this. Harry thought. Next time I see her she'll wish she hadn't have crossed Harry Potter. Now, instead of sadness and tears, Harry was full of deep anger and hatred. It was as though he could kill someone at the very moment. He tried to shake off the thoughts of Bellatrix and focus more on the letters he had just received.
"Are you sure you're fine Harry? You seem a bit, strange." Ms. Figg continued to ask.
"Yes, I'm sure, Ms. Figg. Don't worry."
He then stared at the third letter and realized that it must be his supplies list for Hogwarts. It seemed rather bulky and he knew there must be a lot of things to buy this year. He tossed the letter aside and thought Well; I may as well open it later. Harry glanced over to the packaged and knew it was the present Hagrid was talking about in his letter. With a little more caution he pulled the tape off the box and opened the flaps. He expected an animal of some sort to jump out and eat him alive.but instead there was a small golden object. He picked up the piece of gold and knew at once what it was. The golden object, was a key.
Ms. Figg gave a little gasp and pointed to a letter in the box. Harry picked it up with shaky and unsure hands and read aloud.
Harry,
Your godfather as you know died last June. He however didn't expect to leave you without anything in case he ever did pass away during his work for the Order. He specifically asked me to present this key to you, and also to enclose this note with it:
Harry, We may have only known each other since your third year, but it's felt as though I've known you all along. I don't know how, or when I will die, but I hope that you will move on in your life and do great things. I want you to know that I have and always will love you like a child. You're the only one that I can talk to like pure family. Not even Remus and I can feel as close as you and me have. So, I have decided that when the time comes for me to leave I will leave you the key to Number 12 Grimmauld Place. You may now think of it as your home away from home. Don't be scared to go there, as you may think it might bring upon bad memories. I want you to remember the good times you and me had in life, and I will never forget you for saving me in your third year. You are the bravest person I have ever met, Harry. I will never forget you.
Love,
Your godfather,
Sirius
Tears rolled down Harry's face as he examined the golden key Sirius had left him. He, Harry, had actually owned a house in which hi one and only godfather had grew up in. It was the best present he could have ever asked for. As he read through the letter one more time, he softly said aloud, I won't forget you either, Sirius. ************************************************************************
Author's Note: Sorry if that was a bit long. I kind of had to explain a lot in the chapter. Please review on how I'm doing so far. REVIEW!