The War: Chapter Three
A/N: How am I doing so far? Thanks for reading!
"And go into the bathroom before you change. I don't need you naked in my bedroom," Galatea continued angrily, pointing in the direction of the bathroom.
Padfoot, for he could not be mistaken for any other dog, leapt off the bed and trotted into the bathroom.
"What do you expect me to wear?" Sirius called through the door.
"I expect us to have this conversation through the bathroom door and then you can transform and leave when you've delivered whatever message you came to deliver," she said irritably.
"But what if I'm not here with a message?"
"Then you should just change back and leave, I don't want to talk to you. I was planning on having a relaxing day before I'm sent off on some other ridiculous mission with you. Honestly, whoever sends those owls should update their information."
Galatea sat down on her bed and tugged off her boots. There was silence from the bathroom.
"Are you planning on leaving any time soon? I was hoping to have a nap."
Silence.
"Sirius?"
"Someone needs to find Harry. We need him. This can't go on any longer."
Galatea sighed. "So many have searched and no one has had any luck. Besides, no one knows where He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is either. They've both simply disappeared."
"But he's not gone! Why do you think there are Dark wizards every where? Why do you think it's always cold and overcast? There are still Dementors and Dark creatures everywhere. He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is still strong. We need Harry."
"What if he wasn't the one after all?" she asked. Galatea was now sitting against the bathroom door, head leaning against the door frame.
"Dumbledore was sure that because the Dark Lord chose Harry, he was the one. And he was sure that Neville Longbottom was the only other possibility."
Galatea was silent. There was doubt in Sirius's voice, she could tell. The battle at Hogwarts hadn't been the downfall of Voldemort. Something had gone wrong but no one was quite sure what. In the chaotic aftermath he had disappeared. The Order had been able to kill or capture many of his most avid supporters, but it hadn't been enough. And three days later Harry Potter had gone missing. Not even Ron Weasley or Hermione Granger knew where he had gone.
"Someone has to be sending those owls…" Sirius murmured.
"But it could be anyone; there are so many Order members in hiding these days."
"Have you completely given up hope then?" he asked.
Galatea stood up. "I've learned to live with disappointment," she said a little too harshly. "If you've come to ask me to search for Harry with you, I'm not doing it."
"That's not why I'm here."
"Well, please get to the point so you can leave. I've had quite enough of your company," she said impatiently, walking to her closet in search of a sweater.
She heard the bathroom door open.
"Sirius," she warned.
"I've got a towel on."
She crossed her arms and turned to face him. "What is it! Stop playing games and just tell me."
"I found another," he said quietly.
"What?"
"Another who fits the prophecy."