OOC: As much as I'd love to be able to say, "Yes, I own Harry Potter and everyone else in the series . . ." I can't. Darn.
WARNING: DO NOT READ THIS UNLESS YOU HAVE FINISHED ORDER OF THE PHOENIX! I WANT NO COMPLAINTS THAT I SPOILED THE BOOK FOR ANYONE!
Dedication: To my favorite character, Sirius Black.
Beyond the Veil
It had been a week since the "Boy Who Lived", Harry Potter, had arrived back at his Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon's house at 4 Privet Drive.
He would have been extremely upset; however, he was actually somewhat glad he was back. His aunt and uncle were treating him a lot better than the last fifteen years of his life. The Order of the Phoenix and the Weasleys had advised the Dursleys that it would not be wise to mistreat Harry. Due to this warning, he now had a small television in his room, in which he could watch the news; did no longer had to do all the cleaning – only some; he was allowed to eat with the family; he was able to work on his homework in his room – as long as the Dursleys did not know what he was doing; and he was actually treated like a human being for one.
The best part about living with the Dursleys was the fact that they were muggles. Sure he missed the wizarding world, but no one here knew about Sirius. No one here would remind him of his godfather, or ask questions.
But did Sirius ever slip his mind? Not even for a single second. He thought about the dark haired, handsome man constantly. He, as Dumbledore put it, lost the one person who was the closest to being a fatherly figure. He couldn't even sleep without having dreams about him . . .
Tonight was like no other night. He went to bed and dreamed about being in the Ministry of Magic's Department of Mysteries. The dream had occurred every night for a year now, but these were different. He was going to the veil. Every time he went near it, he heard voices. He'd hear a familiar male voice yell "HARRY!", but then he'd always wake up.
Harry was up by eight the next morning. He worked on some homework and studying for his classes in Hogwarts. Circles had been forming under his eyes due to lack of sleep. He heard the phone ring, and his aunt's shrilly voice call out to him. He opened his door and ran downstairs. Who'd be calling him? Hermione? She had written to him a few days ago claiming she'd be spending the summer with Ron.
"Hello?"
"Harry? It's Moony. See Figg."
With a click, the call was ended. He looked at his worried aunt. "I need to see Mrs.Figg. She needs help with her cat."
His aunt nodded. He walked to his neighbor's house and knocked on the door, which swung open.
"Mrs.Figg?" he called out.
"Right here, my boy. Right here. Come, come!"
Harry walked into the parlor. The old woman was sitting on the couch with a cat in her lap. She smiled.
"So he called you, eh? I know this is a tough time for you, Harry, but you're going to have to start moving on soon. He would have never wanted you to grieve for him this long…Anyway…Remus and Tonks were wondering if you'd like to live with them for the summer. You can help them clean out his room…What do you say?"
