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AN: I really hate to but, I am abandoning this story For a while.
CH 4: Diagon Alley cont.
Harry was not aware of the events around him. The others were worried to say the least, Remus was frantic and Griphook was very unsettled, especially as Harry was the bank's best client. Dudley was the least concerned, in as much as he had the most faith in Harry's abilities, he tried to get Harry as comfortable as possible while getting the others to stay calm. Harry was, on the other hand, experiencing something very astounding. He was currently in a room that looked very much like the entrance to a large public library. There were rows of books as far as the eye could see, in every direction there were many stories coveted with books. In addition to this there was a front desk, made from ancient looking mahogany along with doors to other rooms and tables for study, the floor was covered in black and dark green marble tile and the ceiling was a dome made of the finest chrystal, light came from many chandeliers and the roof as well. The person behind the desk was the most astounding; one Sirius Black came around the desk to greet Harry. "Prongs Jr., how great to see you again!" At this point Harry fainted dead away, which was an accomplishment considering he had already passed out before arriving here. After reviving Harry, Sirius informed him that there was something he needed to learn, and he was brought here for that purpose. "Harry, I am glad that you have learned to deal with my passing, however you need to see what I brought you here for. There will be time for stories and such later, when you find your way here on your own." Accepting this he followed Sirius to one of the rooms. On the floor was a pentagram, wizards at each of the points, goblins behind each, and a person in the center. Without being told, Harry knew the one in the center was a werewolf. He watched as the ceremony proceeded, and at the end he knew the man had been cured, all of the negatives of the curse lifted and the positives reinforced. He knew, without knowing how, that he could duplicate this ritual and asked Sirius, "You want me to do this for Moony, don't you. That is why you brought me here?" "You got it in one cub! It will help him as well as you during this time. If you can secure the goblin's help, it will also benefit them!" "I miss you so much, Sirius! I am so sorry for getting you into that situation!" "Listen cub, I died in the best way possible at the time, fighting to help protect you from Moldy Shorts! You were not to blame, he was, and same goes for the other deaths in this war! I want you to swear to me you won't let this guilt complex hold you down, put the blame where it belongs! You hear me, it will help you immensely." "I promise, Sirius, when can I come back?" "You will find your own way back, probably sooner than you expect. Other than that, I can not tell you. Bye pup, now off you go, tell Moony hi for me."
At this point Harry woke to the frantic sounds of people trying to get him to wake. Griphook had called in a goblin healer, worried not only about Harry but the bank's reputation, having a great client pass out in the bank was not the best publicity. Remus had gotten Tonks to relay a message to the order. Dudley had called Anneau to help, though there was little the poor bird could do, she trilled a calming song for the ones present. When Harry's snapped open he immediately told, in gobbledygook Griphook what he wanted to do and asked if arrangements could be made. He was informed
They would be honored to do as requested, and arrangements would be made for Harry's return trip to the bank. Remus and Dudley were both asking what had happened. All Harry would say was, "I had an epiphany! Remus my friend you are in for a great surprise when we return! Oh and just to worry you until we get back, Sirius says hello!" at this revelation, Remus couldn't decide on whether to worry or smile. They said their thanks and goodbyes and headed out to the alley.