Something has gone wrong

Something has gone wrong

The next morning Fred, Gorge, Ron, Percy and Hermione woke up early ready for their training. MacGonagall would start the classes of easy transfiguration to help with the Death Eaters. Then after lunch Lupin would show them how fight Dementors and a few hexes that where bound to come in handy to get the Death Eaters.  Latter in the day Sirius would show them some ways defend themselves. And finally Dumbledore would teach them a few ways of getting around with out being seen.

MacGonagall showed them ways to transfigurate regular things like branches and stones into distractions. Hermione did great at her first try. Percy did even better because he had already done it. Fred however kept getting burned when his branch blew up. At the end of the class everyone had it down well enough.

       Lupin's class was a lot more dangerous. He showed them spells to make their opponent slow down. Other to put them in different restraints to keep them from using there magic.  Some that made there opponent blind. By the end of there class they felt exhausted but they still had two more classes to go.

Sirius class was so different. You could tell he had not been a teacher; every time they would mess up he would look disappointed. Made them feel like they were failing Harry. They did their best and by the end of the class Sirius was actually very proud of them. They had learned how to put an invisible shield round them and how to block curses.

Dumbledore's class was very interesting. All of them where on there best behavior and tried to learn everything he said. He taught the to become invisible but this only lasted minutes jut enough time to get out or get in. Dumbledore's eyes would twinkle when they had done a good job and he had a comforting smile when they did not.

At dinner that night they where talking when Dumbledore stood and talked "I am very proud of everyone in this room. We have worked together and helped each other out. We have all learned from one an other, I want to thank all of you." He sat back down and Sirius rouse.

Sirius looked down and then looked at everyone in the room you could tell that he was not very good a speaking in public. "I also wanted to…to thank you. We are all that Harry has to help him. I know that some people here have known Harry longer but…." A crow flying through on of the open widows interrupted him.

His eyes where red and he was caring a latter. He flew to where Sirius was sitting. Sirius quickly read the untied it and read it to himself first.

Sirius,

I would have thought you would have loved your dear godchild more.  You let me take him. It was so easy and fun. He will die in a few days. He will die crazy; the Dementors are working on him as we speak. It is quite amusing seeing the effect they have on him. I think he is enjoying the torture room quite a bit really he no longer screams in pain. Hi will die and the last thing he will hear is his mom cries before she died. And you can do nothing for him. How does that feel?

                                       Voldemort

Sirius looked at everyone with a haunted look. It was a mix of complete sadness and worry.

"What does it say Sirius?" Dumbledore asked gently.

Sirius handed him the letter. His hand was shaking like mad. Dumbledore read it out loud for everyone to hear. Ron turned a pale green. Hermione cried silently and so did Ginny. Mr. Weasley hugged Mrs. Weasley.  Lupin went and hugged Sirius who looked worse than any of them.

Dumbledore look worried they had never seen him like that before. He said "Look I know this letter, well this letter tells us that he is still alive that is a very good sign." He did not look at the crowd he looked at the floor more like trying to convince him self instead of the crowd.

 

Back in Voldemort's castle

Harry was sitting in his dark moldy cell. Everything was becoming more than he could bear. With the Dementors passing every half-hour he was becoming very week and depressed. He would not only hear his mothers and fathers final moments over and over he would now see and imagine things. He would picture Sirius lying on the floor surrounded by Dementors. Hermione and Ron being murdered by Voldemort. Lupin and the rest of his teacher mad at him for being responsible for so many deaths. He would constantly picture what happened in the third task and could not help but blame himself. He would constantly wonder why Dumbledore owed hi life to his family. The worst by far was seeing Dumbledore dead and everyone in the magical world blaming him. 

He could not help but think these things they would just pop in his head. He soon feared he would not see the point in living anymore. He tried with all his last remaining strength to think of all the happy moments. Finding his godfather was innocent. Having two great friends and the list goes on. The problem was everything he thought had a bad side that the Dementors brought out. He would think in how much risk he would bring his friends if he ever saw them again. The torture room was no better

Slowly he was losing hope and Voldemort was not making things any better. No one would really expect his to. He would constantly pass by and mock him. He would blame him for the death that he would soon commit. But that was not what was hurting Harry. Harry had constant dreams about different plots to kill people. He could not help but wonder if he dreamed what Voldemort was thinking.

Voldemort was killing Harry in the most awful way that existed. By taking away his hope and desire to live.

At Hogwarts:

To everybody's surprise the note that Sirius had received did not put him down but make him more eager to find and help Harry.

One night as Ron and Hermione where taking a walk (they found they had trouble sleeping these days) they found Sirius sitting at the edge of the lake.  He had his knees on his chest and his head leaning on them. The slowly walked up to him wondering what he was doing. Sirius turned and talked to them. The look in his face resembled the one he had when they first met him. Scary.

"Can't sleep either?" He asked them.

They nodded no. Ron spoke shortly after sitting down next to Sirius "We are too worried to sleep. Do you think Harry is okay?"

Sirius looked at the floor and Hermione sat down too. "I really hope so," he said with a shaky voice "I can not believe I let this happen I failed him as a godfather I was suppose to take care of him" Hi voice was monotonous.

"Sirius you can not blame yourself taking care of Harry is a big job. I mean everyone other wants to kill him or shake his hand. I am sure he would be disappointed if he saw you this way" Hermione said never looking at Sirius but looking at the floor.

"She is right. I mean if we have no hope how can we expect Harry to have any? Right? Ron said trying to make himself believe his own words.

"I know. I am just worried that is all. You all should be in bed we have a long day tomorrow. We need to get him sometime tomorrow or the day after school starts in a week and will complicate things if he is not out by then." Sirius said.

"Goodnight Sirius" and with that Hermione and Ron left and headed to bed.

At the same time as all of this Dumbledore and Lupin where talking in Dumbledore's office.

"Dumbledore, do you think we will be able to pull this off? Lupin was asking him.

"I sure hope so. Killing Voldemort will be a though job, but I more worried that there might not much of Harry left to rescue" Dumbledore said with a hit of sadness in his voice.

 They continued their conversation until an owl flew in with a copy of the Daily Prophet.

Massive Mungle Killing

The have been a lot of riots in the Mungle world. Many killings have been reported and none apparently explainable to the Mungle community.

To the Magic world it is the killing are quite explainable. All the victims where killed by the unspeakable curses.

Fudge is now considering taking measures to ensure that none of this will repeat it self. But for now the responsible for this gruesome act is unknown.

"Do you think this is the work of Voldemort and he fellow Death Eaters?" Lupin asked Dumbledore.

"I am sure of it Lupin. I just wonder how long it will take Fudge to notice it. I will be heading to bed soon if we plan to go tomorrow I and the rest of us will need all the sleep we can get. Goodnight" Lupin left the office and headed to bed tomorrow would be a long day.

In the guest room in Hogwarts where Mrs. Weasley and Mr. Weasley where sleeping you could hear voices. 

"Arthur do you think everything is going to go well tomorrow I am worried." Molly told her husband

I really hope so. We will need to work together but I think it might work out." He said all of this in an inconvincible way as if he was not really sure he was right.

In the Dorm all of the Weasley boys Ginny and Hermione where vary quite. Even Fred and Gorge had failed to cheer up this crowd. In one corner were Bill and Charlie practicing come spells. Fred was having a game of chess with Ron. Hermione was apparently reading but her eyes did not move. Ginny was curled up in a corner talking to Gorge of nothing really. Percy seemed beyond words he just sat and stared.