Harry Potter and the Cursed Child (how it should have been)
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Hello everyone! Real quick update, and then a Harry POV chapter. Lets have the update first, shall we? I have had very few reviews on this, but I have gotten some feedback/ questions from friends who have been reading it. I would like to answer a couple of their questions (things that some of you might be wondering as well).
Q: Why are you publishing so fast? Surely you want to build suspense by waiting a while before you post the next chapter?
A: there are several reasons for this. I love writing this fanfic, I haven't even gotten to the suspenseful parts yet. I have very few followers. I have way too much time on my hands.
Q: will there be any smut?
A: no
Ta Da! That was easy. And now, my gentle viewers, for the chapter.
Chapter 4
IT WAS MIDNIGHT, AND HARRY COULDN'T SLEEP. He crawled quietly out of bed so as to not wake Ginny.
He pulled his nightgown off its hanger and threw it over himself. Harry turned and headed for the door.
He crept down the hall to a door that he kept locked at all times. Only he and the remaining DA and order members had the magically crafted keys that could open the door. What was inside was not for the eyes of children or outsiders.
Pulling his key from a chain that was always on his neck, Harry unlocked the door, pushed it open, and stepped inside. He was careful to close it tight behind him
Once inside, Harry waved his wand, filling the room with a warm, fire like glow.
The room was empty of furniture, but that wasn't what would draw the attention of anyone who did not have a key, had they the chance to step inside.
It was the walls themselves that where what made this room special. Because they were covered in framed portraits. The figures in them consisted of nearly everyone who had given their lives to fight Voldemort for the Order of the Pheonix and the DA. there were also portraits up of the remaining Order and DA members.
Missing from the room were Harry's parents. He had decided against putting them in the room. He did not know why he refused to bring them in, just that the idea felt wrong to him.
The room was both a headquarters for the remainder of the DA and the Order, and a place of solace. Many of these portraits were hung up in various important places, including Hogwarts itself. As a way to memorialize and honor those who fought Voldemort, the houses had put up identical portraits to those in this room in the house dormitories to which those in the paintings had belonged.
Harry walked over to the painting he most often talked to. The man in it was yawning and shaking himself awake. He pushed his long, black hair out of his handsome face. A face Harry had never seen him wear.
"Harry, what's going on? Is something wrong?" Asked Sirius Black.
"Maybe. I'm not sure" Harry replied "I just feel like something's up with Albus. I was wondering if a few of the Gryffindors could check on him?"
"Certainly. I'll be right back." Responded Harry's godfather. He did everything he could for Harry without hesitation. It was something Harry often felt guilty about. He wanted to be able to do something for Sirius in return, but how could one help a dead man?
Harry watched as Sirius slid sideways out of his frame, disappearing from view. He had a portrait up in the boys first year room in Gryffindor tower, and would easily be able to find Albus.
"Ahem, Harry?" Came a voice to Harry's right. It was Albus Dumbledore. "Harry, if I may, you don't know that your son was sorted into Gryffindor. It would be wise, if you desire to check on him so badly, to have the other houses checked as well."
Harry grew slightly red. "I hadn't thought of that. Yes, sir, your right."
Dumbledore chuckled. "Harry, I am no longer your teacher. I would prefer, as you know, for you to call me 'Albus'".
Disregarding this, Harry turned to the room at large. "Er, w-would a few of you from the other houses please go check in the first year dormitories?"
"Of course, Harry." Came the voice of Luna Lovegood, now Luna Scamander, as she left her frame. A few others left as well, heading for their various houses.
"Harry!" Came Sirius's voice. Turning back to his painting, Harry gave him a questioning look.
"He wasn't there. He's not in Gryffindor. And you'll never believe who is! Malfoys kid!"
Harry drank that information in.
"He's not in Hufflepuff either." Said Cedric Diggory.
"I've found him." Came a sallow voice. Harry turned and looked into the eyes of Severus Snape.
"He. . . He's in Slytherin?" Asked Harry.
"It would seem so. Mind you, he looks perfectly healthy. There doesn't seem to be anything the matter with him."
Luna had reappeared, and was silently thinking over this information, as were all the other portraits.
Harry was at a loss. "He seemed so scared of being in that house" said Harry. "So scared I told him about how he can ask for a certain house!"
Dumbledore had his fingers pressed together, and was gazing at Harry with curiosity etched onto his face.
"Harry, there is no cause for alarm. He is safe, and he is sleeping, as you should be. If you wish to dwell on this further, you should do so tomorrow."
"You're right," Harry sighed, "just please, keep an eye on him, would you?" He asked, directing the question to Snape.
"Of course" he said, already on his way out of the frame.
"Harry, it will be alright" said Sirius. "Nothing happens at Hogwarts other than teaching, now that Voldemort is dead". A few of the other portraits flinched at the name that most people now could say freely, though some others nodded in agreement.
"I know. I just can't shake this feeling that something else is wrong" said Harry, crossing the room to the door. He turned off the light, and left the room. The door shut, and a second later there was a small click as Harry locked it.
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