Amazing Happenings.
Chapter One: A bit of hope?
Harry looked around him without really seeing anything. He replayed the moment of Sirius' death constantly in his mind, hoping to find a way for him to be alive. People didn't just die by falling through veils, did they? They died when they were shot, or of a disease, or in an accident, or when someone sent an Avada Kedavra curse at them, not by falling through a veil. Where was the body if Sirius were dead? Surely it would have been recovered by now. "Tap, tap, tap." Hedwig's tapping on the closed window drew Harry out of his thoughts.
He opened the window and cold wind as well as a brown, barn owl rushed in before Hedwig. The strange owl dropped the letter on his bed and was gone as quickly as it had flown in. Harry began opening the letter brought by Hedwig, for he was in no hurry to read the one brought by the other owl. He was sure it was from no one he knew. Ever since the article about Voldemort's return in the Daily Prophet, he had been receiving letters from people asking for more details. He couldn't understand why they all wouldn't leave him alone. He began reading the letter Hedwig brought. It was from Hermione.
Harry,
We really hope that you're okay. We were really worried about you, for you have not written to us in a while. I'm sure that you know where we are and why we cannot give you any information than you already have. Sorry about that but, well, hope to see you soon.
Love,
Hermione.
Obviously they were at Grimmauld Place. They would be having fun with Fred, George and, of course, Ginny, trying to find out what the Order was doing. How could Hermione even think that he could be close to being okay? Didn't she care about Sirius at all? Why at the funeral she seemed distraught enough. Now how could she pretend that everything was perfectly normal, speaking about the things that the Order was doing? Well they were wrong if they thought that he actually cared to find out what was going on with the Order. He didn't really care about anything anymore.
With Sirius dead what in the world did he have to look forward to anyway. And it was all his fault that Sirius was dead too. He didn't learn Occlumency and he had looked into Snape's Pensieve. He wondered what the stupid git was thinking. He was probably gloating now for it was no secret that he had detested Sirius. He believed that stupid house elf Kreacher. He should have had more sense than that. But just the thought of Sirius suffering there at the hands of the Death Eaters was unbearable. It was ironic wasn't it that his attempt to save Sirius was the cause of his death.
He went to the window and considered jumping. What was he thinking? Even if he jumped, he wouldn't die. The house was not high enough, and even if it were, he probably would just be hurt. Well didn't Dumbledore say basically that he would either have to kill Voldemort or be killed by him? Well he made up his mind that he would have to destroy Voldemort before he died, for he certainly was not going to die at his hands. Not after all that Voldemort had to him and his family. After he destroyed the Dark Lord, maybe he would have made up for all the lives he had ruined. His parents, Sirius, why even Cedric had died because of him.
He walked back to the bed feeling drained of all his energy, and when he dropped onto it, his hand touched the letter lying there. Well he may as well open it; after all it may contain something important. He opened the letter, not bothering to pick up the envelope, which had fallen to the floor.
Dear Harry,
Contrary to what you may have been told, Sirius Black is not dead. I can't write much more about this, but I would like to speak to you. If you are interested, come to the park near your current residence at 4:00pm on the 13th of July.
Today was the 13th of July! Harry immediately looked at his watch. It was 3:45pm. He sprinted out of the house almost knocking Dudley's sandwich out of his hand, with only one thought echoing through his brain. Sirius is alive! Sirius is alive! Sirius is alive! Hermione's letter lay on the floor the last lines reading
P.S. No matter what happens, do not leave the house unless someone you know comes to get you.
Harry looked around him without really seeing anything. He replayed the moment of Sirius' death constantly in his mind, hoping to find a way for him to be alive. People didn't just die by falling through veils, did they? They died when they were shot, or of a disease, or in an accident, or when someone sent an Avada Kedavra curse at them, not by falling through a veil. Where was the body if Sirius were dead? Surely it would have been recovered by now. "Tap, tap, tap." Hedwig's tapping on the closed window drew Harry out of his thoughts.
He opened the window and cold wind as well as a brown, barn owl rushed in before Hedwig. The strange owl dropped the letter on his bed and was gone as quickly as it had flown in. Harry began opening the letter brought by Hedwig, for he was in no hurry to read the one brought by the other owl. He was sure it was from no one he knew. Ever since the article about Voldemort's return in the Daily Prophet, he had been receiving letters from people asking for more details. He couldn't understand why they all wouldn't leave him alone. He began reading the letter Hedwig brought. It was from Hermione.
Harry,
We really hope that you're okay. We were really worried about you, for you have not written to us in a while. I'm sure that you know where we are and why we cannot give you any information than you already have. Sorry about that but, well, hope to see you soon.
Love,
Hermione.
Obviously they were at Grimmauld Place. They would be having fun with Fred, George and, of course, Ginny, trying to find out what the Order was doing. How could Hermione even think that he could be close to being okay? Didn't she care about Sirius at all? Why at the funeral she seemed distraught enough. Now how could she pretend that everything was perfectly normal, speaking about the things that the Order was doing? Well they were wrong if they thought that he actually cared to find out what was going on with the Order. He didn't really care about anything anymore.
With Sirius dead what in the world did he have to look forward to anyway. And it was all his fault that Sirius was dead too. He didn't learn Occlumency and he had looked into Snape's Pensieve. He wondered what the stupid git was thinking. He was probably gloating now for it was no secret that he had detested Sirius. He believed that stupid house elf Kreacher. He should have had more sense than that. But just the thought of Sirius suffering there at the hands of the Death Eaters was unbearable. It was ironic wasn't it that his attempt to save Sirius was the cause of his death.
He went to the window and considered jumping. What was he thinking? Even if he jumped, he wouldn't die. The house was not high enough, and even if it were, he probably would just be hurt. Well didn't Dumbledore say basically that he would either have to kill Voldemort or be killed by him? Well he made up his mind that he would have to destroy Voldemort before he died, for he certainly was not going to die at his hands. Not after all that Voldemort had to him and his family. After he destroyed the Dark Lord, maybe he would have made up for all the lives he had ruined. His parents, Sirius, why even Cedric had died because of him.
He walked back to the bed feeling drained of all his energy, and when he dropped onto it, his hand touched the letter lying there. Well he may as well open it; after all it may contain something important. He opened the letter, not bothering to pick up the envelope, which had fallen to the floor.
Dear Harry,
Contrary to what you may have been told, Sirius Black is not dead. I can't write much more about this, but I would like to speak to you. If you are interested, come to the park near your current residence at 4:00pm on the 13th of July.
Today was the 13th of July! Harry immediately looked at his watch. It was 3:45pm. He sprinted out of the house almost knocking Dudley's sandwich out of his hand, with only one thought echoing through his brain. Sirius is alive! Sirius is alive! Sirius is alive! Hermione's letter lay on the floor the last lines reading
P.S. No matter what happens, do not leave the house unless someone you know comes to get you.