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Chapter 4

After all of the movement occurred and suddenly stopped, they were in a what seemed like a white room. The room had a feeling of warmth yet not at the exact same time. It was like pure light was shining through the room and that was the only thing generating heat. But yet there was something else that Harry couldn't put his finger on. Harry looked around the room but he could see nothing but the whiteness that seemed to consume the whole entire place.

Harry turned and looked at Lupin. "What exactly is going on?"

Lupin knew that this question was coming but he was trying to figure out exactly how to answer such a question. There were many ways to answer. If answered it directly then he wasn't sure whether or not Harry would get the lesson he was trying to teach him or anything. That was the question indeed.

"A picture holds a thousands of words. More than one picture holds a story which begs to be told," Lupin tried to explain cryptically.

Harry looked at him. He wasn't in the mood to be played with. Most, if not all, of his life someone or rather even a group of individuals had been aimed at keeping information from him and he was sick of it. He wanted to be told things.

Lupin looked at him and guessed correctly the thoughts that were running through Harry's mind and then added," it will be all make clear in the end."

Whatever. It's just like everything else in my life. Harry looked at Lupin who had extended his hands out like he was calling something and then Harry began to notice that the walls seemed to start to move. Instinctively Harry came closer to Lupin and embraced himself for he didn't know what was going on.

The walls showed life filled with sounds and movement. Lupin started walking slowly, waiting for Harry to follow him. It took Harry a moment to do so but he caught up. Harry just followed and a trail of questions flooded his mind but he couldn't form the words to ask them. He stared in amazement. All he could do was follow fore he had no clue what to do.

As they continued walking, images flew across the walls that Harry had never seen before or ever knew they existed in the first place.

Every footstep creaks

Creaks closer to my heart

Attempting to break

What is already so frail and weak

For a single breath

Would tear me apart

For any moment

Could be my last

What am I suppose to do when it all falls apart?

At that very moment, Lupin stopped walking and stood there for a moment and the pictures stopped moving across the wall and they proceeded closer to one of them. Lupin looked at Harry and paused there for a moment. He has no clue about what he's about to see but that's just the way it goes. There is no way to prepare oneself for this especially in Harry's case.

Lupin extended his hand once again to Harry and after receiving it they stepped through the picture and watched as it came more to life. Harry stared. He made sure to follow Lupin carefully for there were countless numbers of people around them now. Everything in a way felt familiar but yet not at the exact same time. He couldn't quite explain. And then at one point Lupin stopped walking and pointed to a sign, which read: Diagon Alley.

No wonder it felt so familiar to him but it didn't make any sense to him. Why were we here and what exactly are we in? What's the point of this? It didn't make any sense to him.

The Diagon Alley that he was watching had some of the same shops in which he was used to but there were some in which he was not familiar with. Nevertheless though he followed Lupin.

At that particular moment, Lupin stopped completely and pointed to one of the windows so that Harry could look inside. Harry reluctantly did as he was told and then his eyes widen completely, he couldn't believe his eyes.

-/-

Hermoine sighed in deeply. Something just didn't feel right. Harry for most of his life relied on himself to handle and deal with things but he can't do everything himself. It's all too much for just one to handle and everything. We have to work together.

"Ron, can't we just go and check on Harry?" Hermoine asked againThe bad feeling in which she had felt only grew every moment. What if something bad happened to Harry?

This thought was completely possible considering everything that has been going on lately and in general. Harry dealt with a very big loss and he shouldn't be alone for a long time; it just wasn't good. Sirius was his godfather and everything.

"Mr. Weasley," Hermoine started. Mr. Weasley had still been in the room at the moment and she wanted to get permission from someone to check up on Harry. "Can we at least go check to see if Harry's okay?"

Mr. Weasley looked at her. He could see the genuine and true concern on her face. He had received word from Lupin not too long ago that on this night to go to Harry room but only after a certain time. He sighed and looked at the time. It was time.

"Let's go check on him," Mr. Weasley said after noticing the time. Hermoine gave him a look but didn't say anything, she'd ask him later, when they weren't in a rush and everything.

The wind seemed to work with them that night as Mr. Weasley, Ron and Hermoine along with the twins who had insisted on coming as well made way to Harry's house. It was an experience because they had to make sure not to be too noticeable. Mr. Weasley had contacted a spig who lived closed by and made that a pit stop and then they used brooms to fly over to Harry's.

When they got there his room was deserted but it was Hermoine who pointed out the album because it was radiating strong magic and there was a white light emitting through it. Mr. Weasley stared at his as he walked over kind of recklessly and picked up the album, he hadn't seen this type of album in years and if it came from the wrong person---everyone's in big trouble.

-/-

The sight that Harry saw he couldn't explain. He stared at Lupin for a moment and then back at the window. He didn't know what to say.

Are those my parents?

A/N: So tell me what do you think? Should I continue? Or do you want to kill me? Reviews are much appreciated. Again sorry for the delay, I had no clue anyone liked this story. Hoped you liked it. And -/- means change of POV.