Flames of Secrets
There was a sharp rap at the door, yet no one moved. They stared blankly as though waiting for something, yet not noticing the knocking getting gradually more desperate. Dean was outside the door, no one was answering.
The Death Eaters remained motionless, only the gentle tapping of fingers on the table made any sounds from within the room. Narcissa was staring at the parchment with the clearly labelled 'Harry Potter,' blinked back up at her, walking between the rooms of the Burrow. Dean was getting agitated, had they given him the wrong address? Were they going to deny them as a Death Eater, merely for his age? He felt his fist pummel the door; his fingers were cold and so each knock sent pain over his knuckles and down his palm.
The night was darker than usual, with almost no moon in sight behind the thick black clouds. The wind chilled Dean to the bone; and it was eerily silent, making chills run up the back of his neck. If his eyes had not adjusted to the light so quick, he would have not been able to find the door. They had forbidden him from using any spells that may give away their whereabouts.
Finally, after what seemed like an hour of continual knocking, the door opened quickly, and Narcissa stood, slightly taller than Dean, hand still clasped around the doorknob. Dean's arm, which he had kept mid-air during the sudden approach, fell to his side.
"I come with news," said Dean, voice quavering slightly, more from the cold then from nerves. Narcissa let out a small sigh and stood aside. Shutting the door, Dean turned to her and lowered the hood of his cloak. Malfoy looked up, standing dramatically,
"What are you doing here?" They both burst out, recognising each others faces immediately, Draco's finger pointed accusingly at Dean,
"You can't trust him!" Spat Malfoy, his gaze staring cynically, "he was always running around with Potter!"
"I am aware of his past!" Said Narcissa, voice louder than Draco's, "but I dare say, he has grown a hate for him, also, the fact that he is trusted by them only means that he can be our insider! Now take a seat Malfoy," she shrieked, Malfoy shot a glare at Dean before placing his hands on the table and slowly lowering himself to his seat.
"Now!" Said Narcissa, "you had some news?" She said threateningly, her hand brushing past where her wand was kept, Dean shuddered.
"Yes," he said, "well, after observing Harry at the Burrow, it has appeared to me that he is in fact searching for the Horcrux, which you mentioned before." Dean cleared his throat and Narcissa did not look a bit enthralled by the news, he took a deep breath and continued.
"He was talking about, from what I heard in the snippets from conversations I was able to make out, what they are going to do is that they are going to where Harry's parents were murdered, and that they are going to leave soon. They didn't say when."
There was a small silence after this, in which Narcissa tapped her lip, worrying about whether his information was relevant, Dean took a nervous step backwards.
"Where his parents died," she said to herself, she nodded, facing the Death Eaters and leaning forward to the table slightly, as if telling someone a secret,
"As soon as Harry Potter leaves the Burrow, as soon as he is near his old house, we ambush him, kill him and his friends then search the house," she said, looking back down at the parchment.
"He was no help!" Yelled Draco, his voice echoing,
"He gave us the location of where Mr. Potter's whereabouts are going to be!" Said Narcissa, "this is indeed a help!"
"That is not a help!" Continued Malfoy, "we could've just tracked him when he left!"
"Yes! But we are not sure that the device is one hundred percent accurate yet! Better safe than sorry, and you better shut your mouth or you will be sorry," Draco leered and clenched his teeth.
"Who died and made you queen?" He murmured, letting his childish ways get the better of him, luckily Narcissa, either ignored the blatantly obvious comment or didn't hear it.
Meanwhile at the Burrow, the four of them were in an argument again, Dean had got up and left just a minute ago and the only ones that sat at the table was Fred and George commentating the argument with high interest,
"Harry! We are not sending you by yourself!" Yelled Ginny
"I don't want you hurt!" He said angrily back,
"I don't care!"
"Oh wow, great strong point there Gin," said Fred,
"You have won the argument for sure now!" Said George,
"Shut up!" Muttered Hermione,
"The point is!" Continued Ginny, "you know there is a higher danger now! What would have happened if we had not come in the battle against Voldemort?"
"You wouldn't have died!"
"Uhh hello Scar faggot but I am alive!" She argued back,
"She has gained Mum's stubbornness," said George to Fred with a knowledgeable nod,
"Certainly has," he replied
"You died Ginny! I don't think I could bring you back again," Harry said, raising his voice,
"We aren't fighting Voldemort this time! We are trying to find a Horcrux!"
"Yeah! With the Death Eaters on our trail!" He shouted,
"We aren't going to leave you off by yourself Harry!" Said Hermione, getting involved in the argument,
"And the one with the brains has entered the stadium!" Boomed Fred in an announcers voice,
"Shut up!" Said Ginny, slapping one of them over the head,
"They are going to try to hurt me, and they know the way to hurt me is through all of you!" Continued Harry,
"The way they will hurt you is point their wands and say a killing spell!" Said Ron,
"Hey!" Said Sirius, entering the dining room, "I just left and you are in an argument? What's this about?" Sirius had been discrete the past few days, he had in fact been in good contact with Dumbledore, but he had not revealed this to anyone, whenever they asked him where he was going he would merely say "out," and left. No one really questioned him; they knew he wasn't up to no good.
"Harry is trying to be a hero again," said Ginny, keeping her glaring eyes on Harry,
"Hmph," said Sirius, "Once a Potter always a Potter?" He raised his eyebrows, amused,
"Think about it Harry, do you have any idea how idiotic you sound?" Said Hermione, resting her hands on the table,
"I don't see ho-," Began Harry, but he was cut off by Ginny,
"You don't see how hey? How about the Chamber of Secrets?"
"I saved you from there! How does that say anything?"
"No, not then, the second time, with the Horcrux, you fell and would have died if we weren't there!" Said Ginny, Harry remained silent so she continued,
"The battle, you tried the whole hero regime again because you thought you could handle it by yourself, that you knew what you were doing and could defeat him alone! If we hadn't come you would have died even if you had killed Voldemort. You need us there." There was an uncomfortable silence which followed, all were looking at Harry and he was looking around the room, trying to find something else to talk about. Harry, without thinking ran his hand down a scar on his forearm. After what seemed like an age, he nodded.
There was a tapping at the window, and everyone's heads turned to face it. Sirius, walked swiftly over towards the owl, whose beak held a letter with the familiar Hogwarts Crest. Opening the window, the bird stepped in, along with the cold weather from outside. It was a grey owl, with round yellow eyes; it dropped the letter then took flight again.
"Who is it addressed to?" Asked Ginny, Harry walked over to it, but before it could be touched Sirius grabbed it,
"It's for me," he said, Harry could sense the nervousness in his voice,
"What for?" He said, now suspicious,
"I am doing some work for Hogwarts… just getting it up to shape and everything…" he said, but it was obvious, only to Harry that he was lying. Sirius walked from the room and back into the kitchen. Harry frowned, and stared at the doorway,
"So," said Ginny, trying to get him back to the topic, "when are we leaving?"
"Tomorrow… we are prepared enough," he sighed in thought, taking his wand from his pocket. He twirled it between his fingers, as he walked upstairs.
Harry sat on his bed, Sirius was up to something. He placed his wand back into his pocket, just as something caught his eye. His invisibility cloak stuck slightly out of the draw it was in. The plan was in his head, he was simply going to read the letter, no harm done. He jumped the bed and took the cloak out carefully, throwing it over himself; he crouched slightly as it was slightly off the floor and walked swiftly from the room, shutting the door quietly behind him.
He sneaked down the stairs, Fred, George, Ginny, Ron and Hermione were all in conversation around the table. Sirius walked past, the letter still in his hand into the lounge room where the fire was burning; Harry followed.
Sirius took another glance at the letter then threw it into the fire, Harry gasped, he wouldn't be able to read it now. Watching it for a second, Sirius ran his hand though his hair then left the room. Harry; knew it wouldn't not be long until the paper was completely burned, he ran to the fireplace and knelt before it. Taking his wand from his pocket again, he put the flames out then grabbed the letter which was now falling apart. There was only one sentence readable,
You must see me as quickly as possible to decide what is to be done.
Harry frowned at these words, what could they mean? He threw it into the fire again, relighting it quickly with his wand.
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