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fifespice – good guess but that dragon isn't Draco's, though he'll get one later. Thanks for reviewing and glad you like it.
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Chapter 3The rest of Harry's summer went pleasantly considering how his summers usually went. He passed his apparition test without a hitch and spent his days completing his homework and lazing around with Ron and Hermione. The one noticeable difference for Harry was the lack of people in the house. Ginny didn't come and when he questioned Ron, he learned she was spending the summer with a friend. This suited Harry just fine, as he was glad she had found a distraction from him. At the same time though, he missed having someone to confide in.
Other than Ron and Hermione, Harry only saw five or six other people all summer long, and everyone he did see looked sad and depressed. The reason was obvious. Without Dumbledore to hold them together the Order of the Phoenix seemed to be dissolving in despair and Harry couldn't blame them.
It was with some trepidation that Harry packed up his trunk on the night of August 31. He had sworn to himself at the end of last year that he wouldn't return to school while Voldemort was at large. Mrs. Weasley had pointed out to him however, that he had no leads on where to go and until he did have one he might as well go and learn something useful. Harry had eventually given in to her argument about a week before and had been worrying about it ever since.
He sighed as he snapped the trunk closed. Hogwarts wouldn't be the same without Dumbledore. Harry closed his eyes and tried to fight back the tears. Thoughts of Dumbledore sent him spinning back in memory and it wasn't long before Sirius' face swam into view next to Dumbledore's. The tears came openly then, not noisy sobs, Harry was long past the righteous anger of grief, but just quiet tears as he remembered the people who had been taken from him.
Hermione checked in on Harry several times that evening but did not intrude on his reflections. She new that Harry had never really cried over either Sirius or Dumbledore, he had been angry to be sure, and he had grieved, but he had never let himself weep for them in public. She would keep checking on him but he needed to get these feelings out, so she left him to it. When she came back downstairs she saw Ron playing with Crookshanks. She grinned to herself as she watched.
Ron's attitude towards the cat had changed drastically since Hermione had started going out with him. He had finally worked up the courage to ask her out shortly after last term ended. Hermione had been thrilled that he had finally gotten around to it, privately admitting to herself that if he hadn't done anything before school started she would have taken matters into her own hands.
Hermione wandered over and watched amused as Ron teased Crookshanks with a feather. Soon Mrs. Weasly called them for dinner and Hermione went up to check on Harry again. He had apparently fallen asleep and she decided not to wake him. She would tell Mrs. Weasley to set some food aside in case Harry woke up later.
As soon as the door shut behind Hermione, Harry stood up. There was something outside that had caught his attention sometime after the tears had stopped, something that was calling to him, and he didn't want anyone to know he was stepping out. He crept down the stairs and through the hall, the portrait of Sirius' mother no longer the vocal banshee it had been since the end of the Black family line. Opening the door silently he slipped out onto the street. He crossed to the green in the middle of Grimmauld Place and looked up at the moon. It was full that night and very bright, turning the pavement silvery and making the shadows deeper.
After a long time, Harry couldn't say how long he stood there; he heard a strangled noise as if someone were trying desperately to say something. He looked around but all he saw was a little glimpse of something silver before he heard the pop of someone disapperating. Harry just stared at the spot one thought chasing through his brain I was being watched! He shook himself and went straight for the door back into number twelve, hitting himself for having such a close call. It had probably been someone working for Voldemort watching him he knew, whether that person had been a willing servant or not, Harry didn't care much to find out.
In an alley on the other side of Grimmauld Place a mounted figure relaxed his grip on the sword at his side, still watching the dark haired boy as he made his way back to the concealed house. His mount however, seemed to be more interested in the spot where the other boy had stood with his wand pointed at the unsuspecting Harry. The horse snorted softly at the spot, his rider looked around and stared at the horse. The beast snorted again, more assuredly this time. The man just shook his head at life's coincidences, turned his mount, and set off away from Grimmauld Place.
As he placed his hand on the doorknob, he swore he heard what sounded distinctly like horse's hooves clopping away. He spun around again, his hand immediately going to his wand, but there was nothing moving on the street. Thoroughly shaken, Harry went back up to his room, unsure of how many people had been in Grimmauld Place that night.
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