Aspect of the Wolf
Author Notes: A couple of things I want to throw out there before this chapter begins; One, Unlike Knights and Honor, I'm going more of a slower pace, sticking to somewhat canon but here it's going to drift apart. There are things I'm still considering for the story, but I don't want to rush into it yet.
Two, I know some of you are asking for longer chapters, up to ten thousand words at least. I would love nothing more than to do that, but if I did, it would take even longer than usual. I still write with just over five thousand. That is how much I can write and publish within a week.
Three; yes, I am aware there are still grammar errors; but understand this; this is the English language. It is the hardest language in the world. Not spoken wise but written-wise. There are countless people, even celebrities who struggle with the written language of English. (Cough Daniel Radcliff - Robert Dawney Jr - Cough) Hell, even my college English Professor, who has a fucking Ph.D. in English and teaches advance college English, as well as Grammar and is the fucking Head of the English Department, struggle with English as a written language. The English language has more words, grammar, structures in its written language than any other language in the world. There are native-born English speakers who struggle with the written language of English. I am doing the best I can, but I don't need constant reminders that there are grammar errors in every chapter.
I am using Grammarly Premium, and even I've seen it's not a hundred percent accurate. Please understand I am doing the best I can.
Harry (Happy) New Years Everyone
Chapter 07: Secrets of the Grimoire
Harry woke up and for the first time in a long time, didn't wake up feeling dread or any fear. He was a bit calm and now that he knew what was going on. The only thing he didn't know was what Voldemort was after. Mrs. Weasley made sure they could never get near that subject.
Harry didn't expect to get all of his questions answered. The answers provided him did give him a general idea of what the Dark Lord was going to do. Harry grabs his wand and waves a tempo spell that revealed the time and day. His trial was going to happen in just a week.
It was clear that Fudge wasn't going to follow the rules and do whatever he can to get Harry expelled from Hogwarts.
As much as Harry would have loved to set foot in Hogwarts once again, he knew he couldn't go back. It was too dangerous and too risky. For one, he didn't know how everyone was going to treat him again. Judging from the recent events, he could say it would be far worse than his second year when his classmates all thought he had open the chamber of secrets and was attacking his fellow students; all because he was a parseltongue.
Harry was going to now under the watchful eye of Mrs. Weasley who didn't want him to learn any more about his past and the future that awaited him.
Harry climbed out of bed and wasn't surprised to see Vereesa was already up and dress. Her armor was underneath the robes they had gotten in Diagon Alley. She had hidden several small knives in her robes, as a safety measure. It was a habit and given the fact that these people were Harry's supporters and cared for him; Harry himself could feel himself growing more and more distant from his friends. The friendship they once held, no longer existed.
"Are you worry about your friends?" said Vereesa as she grabs a goblet of ice water and drinks from it.
"We've had fallouts before, but nothing like this," said Harry as walks over to the basin and splashes the cold water in his face. "I have forgiven them before, but I just don't feel like it right now; things just aren't the same between us."
"That is understandable," said Vereesa. "Friends; even those who are family – tend to drift apart. Not all friendships last forever. I even have family members I haven't seen or spoken to in years. Part of growing also means growing apart from those around you."
"Sounds harsh," said Harry sadly.
"It is; don't cherish the friends you wish you have. Cherish the memories of the friends and the times you enjoyed each other. As you lose your old friends, you will found new ones," said Vereesa.
Harry paused as he heard this; he had momentary forgotten just how old Vereesa was and just how wise she was. Looking at her Harry tends to think she was merely in her late teens or early twenties.
"You've lost people," said Harry slowly.
"I've lost a lot of people; family as well. I miss them, very much. I think about them a lot, and I remember them in my memories. As much as I would love to see them again, it is unwise to dwell on the past. Friends and family; life isn't about what is around you, it is not a river that takes you in a simple direction. It is an ocean; vast, deep and far; and the choices you make will take you in a direction you do not know. You cannot second guess your decisions or turn back to relieve a moment at that moment. As with all decisions, you will either gain something or lose something. Friends will come, friends will go. No matter how many parts ways with you, you will always find others who will stand by you," said Veeresa.
"You make it seem like friends are like a phase in one's life," said Harry.
"In a way they are. Every matures, and everyone matures differently. I know you have never known your parents and have long to spend time with them and at least speak to them, but I can tell you this, children enter a phase in their life when they seek their independence. It's the same with your friends; you will enter a crossroads that will eventually cause you to drift apart. Though given what you have experience in your life, I can't blame you from drifting apart," said Vereesa.
"Are you saying it's my fault?" said Harry bitterly.
"I'm not saying it's anyone's fault," said Vereesa. "Your friends haven't endured what you have endured, and they haven't seen what you have seen. The things you have seen, I'm surprised you are still sane and not going crazy."
Harry looks at Vereesa and finally understood what she meant. Ron and Hermione may have been apart of his adventurers throughout his Hogwarts years, but they were never really there for the final part. In their first year, Ron was taken out from McGonagall's giant chess set with Hermione staying behind to look after him. He was the one who faced and encounters Quirrell and Voldemort at the Mirror of Erised. In their second year, Hermione was petrified, and Ron had to watch over Lockhart during the Chamber of Secrets and the Basilisks. Hermione was partial with him during their third year when they turn back time to help Sirius escape from the Ministry of Magic and the Dementor Kiss. Last year, they may have helped him to prepare for the Second and Third task, they didn't face Voldemort, witness Cedric gets murder before their eyes, or had any sense or feeling that their life was in danger and mortal peril.
Harry finally understood, why he was drifting apart from his friends.
"So it's not that we're not good friends but rather – " began Harry.
"You understand the dangers of what is coming and are forced to grow and mature because of it. Your friends, still have no idea what is coming for them. Many youngsters, who have never experienced loss or war – don't understand it's horrors. So they become deluded and believe themselves to be right. Until they experience these events, they can never truly understand the horrors that await them. Even if they do experience it, it doesn't mean they will share your viewpoints," said Vereesa.
"Mrs. Weasley," said Harry slowly.
Mrs. Weasley lost her three older brothers from the Death Eaters in the previous war. As such, the Prewett line was now extinct through its male lineage. Mrs. Weasley was officially the last of the Prewett's. The family line would only survive through the Weasley family.
"She has suffered losses. I do not know what and I'm not about to ask. She hasn't witnessed the horrors of war, I can tell that much about her, but she's experience lost. She doesn't want to experience that lost again, but she doesn't realize, or she doesn't understand, she can't control the outcome, and this war is going to get ugly," said Vereesa.
This would make sense on how much Mrs. Weasley was trying to keep her children and Harry out of the Order's meetings and information. She didn't want him to die in the upcoming battle; the only problem was she was being far too overprotective and thinking her children were like five years old or something; as such, she talked and treated them as such which caused them to resent their mother more and more.
"What should I do then?" asks Harry.
"I cannot tell you that; you must discover the answer for yourself. You are now at a crossroads in your life where you must choose to decide where you want to walk. All I can tell you is, once you make a decision, you must accept your decision and cannot blame others for what you have lost," said Vereesa.
"The decision I make will also determine what I gain too right," said Harry.
"That is correct," said Vereesa.
Harry looks at Vereesa, and even if she didn't tell him, he was smart enough to know what she meant. Eventually, she would return to Azeroth, and he would have to choose to either go with her or stay behind in his world. He would have to choose between losing Vereesa or stay with her.
"If Mrs. Weasley has her way, she's going to keep me locked up in here believing she is keeping me safe if I'm being kept isolating from everything and everyone unless they have her approving; in other words, she's going to control my life from this point onwards. That means she won't let us out of her sight so easily. Meaning we're not going to slip away unnoticed," said Harry.
"Indeed; she's going to keep us locked up tight, and do what she can to separate me from you. With so much happening last night, she didn't get the chance to separate us as we were all talking about your enemies plans. Now she's going to attempt to separate us in an attempt to keep us from making any plans to escape. She's also going to make sure you marry her daughter prematurely," said Vereesa.
"Ginny?" said Harry with a raised eyebrow. "I don't love Ginny; besides she's my best friend sister."
"Nevertheless, she is going to do something to ensure you marry her daughter. She wants to have a tight grip on you for some reason. I do not know this world well, but she's going to do something to have you marry her daughter," said Vereesa.
"Love potions," mutters Harry.
Love potions were easy to make, but they were illegal to use and posses; simply because love potions were another way of enslaving another. Enslavement of any kind; except to House-Elves was highly illegal. You would not only have to pay a hefty fine, but you also might end up serving time in Azkaban.
"I don't know much about love potions, but I can only assume they will make you believe you're in love with someone you're not," said Vereesa.
"Love potions; despite their name, are not true love potions. Generating love is impossible. The love potions instead, create an infatuated or obsessed with the person who created it or whomever the drinker falls for. The problem is; that it causes the drinker to lose all common sense and awareness only thinking of and obeying the person they are infatuated with; in most cases, they become enraged by whomever they think is attractive to their 'love,'" said Harry.
"Sounds pathetic," said Vereesa.
Then again, Vereesa knew countless suitors would love to dose her with love potions. Even amongst the High Elves, the Windrunner sisters were recognized for their beauty.
Harry opens his bag and quickly pulls out his books and sets them down on the dresser. He opens the grimoire and stares at it confusion; wondering about its great secrets. To his surprise, he merely stares at the first page in amazement.
"What is it?" asks Vereesa.
"Look," said Harry as he holds the book before her. She looks at it and stares at the words that were written upon its first page she knew wasn't there before. She felt a cold chill run down her spine upon reading the words.
Sorcerer
Sorcery was a mysterious type of magic. Many rumors surrounded the power of a Sorcerer in Azeroth. Mages and those of the Kirin Tor that were considered sorcerers. This may be true, but mages drawn on the power of Arcane and the elements. Druids were the type to use nature magic to heal and attack. They also call upon the power of Elune for attacks as well. Orcs and Taurens had a new mythic art of the Shaman. Then there was the Warlock who used dark, destructive spells as well as conjuring demons. Paladins and Priests drew their power from the light. The sorcerer amongst all magical types was a mysterious yet powerful class.
Vereesa reads the description of the Sorcerer and could see it was about harnessing the power within you and unleashing it. She could see three styles to the Sorcerer. Dawnbreaker, Stormcaller, Voidwalker.
The void; a terrible and frightening power. It was a power forbidden to learn let alone harness within Azeroth as neither the Horde or the Alliance would allow one who could harness and use the power of the Void walk freely amongst it people.
"I would be careful on using the Void," said Vereesa.
"What you mean?" asks Harry.
"I do not know if the Void is the same in this world as it is in my world, but in my world, it is a terrible power. It grants you great power, but it also leaves a terrible hunger within you; one that will never be satisfied. Its very power will become your undoing," said Vereesa.
Harry nods his head showing he understood. Voldemort was the person who didn't care about the consequences of power. He believed all power was his by right as well the right to live forever.
"From the looks of things; I don't think I can practice these spells. They are quite destructive. I know this place is unplottable but I rather not risk destroying it; even if my godfather hates this place," said Harry.
"That would be wise," said Vereesa. "For one, from what you speak of this Snape, it sounds like you don't trust him at all, and if you can't trust a spy, then you shouldn't reveal your secrets to him. Once we leave, we should be safe."
"Yeah, I do not doubt that Snape is going to blab his mouth to Voldemort at once the moment he has the chance. I doubt that Snape is loyal like Dumbledore claims he is," said Harry.
"Maybe, maybe not," said Vereesa.
"What do you mean?" asks Harry.
"This Snape is a shady person and character. Why would he be fighting and spying for you in the first place?" asks Vereesa.
"I have no idea," said Harry.
"That's my point. If a person like him was once this Dark Lord's follower, then what caused him to break faith with the Dark Lord in the first place? Perhaps Dumbledore knows something about Snape and is using it against him," said Vereesa.
"You mean, Dumbledore is – blackmailing Snape?" said Harry in surprise.
"You said it yourself; Snape is untrustworthy with no one trusting him. You've also told me he was a former Death Eater before renouncing his ways before Voldemort's first fall. Why? Why would he abandon his way? I seriously doubt a man like him would regret his choices; the only way he would be listening and obeying Dumbledore is simple," said Vereesa.
"Dumbledore has something against Snape and is using it against him. That would make sense, perhaps Snape did something that would make Voldemort and the Ministry turn on him in a heartbeat," said Harry.
If this were true, then it would explain why Snape was on Dumbledore's leash. Snape wasn't loyal because he didn't believe or support the Dark Lord; it was because Dumbledore had something on him that kept him under Dumbledore's thumb.
"I'm curious though, why did this grimoire, that has remained empty for years? Why did it reveals its spells to you?" asks Vereesa.
"I don't think there were any spells in it in the first place," said Harry as he sits down and begins to read the pages of his grimoire. "I have heard of stories and myths of books, items, even creatures will wait until the exact moment they sense their master has 'awaken' before they appear before their master. It has to be done at the exact moment and time. It's something that can't be explained; only that this happens."
"That is interesting, and I've never really heard of anything like this happening before. I have heard people brag about hearing a weapon calling to them, but I never believed it was real," said Vereesa.
"That's always been the case, but nothing is ever set in stone. All I can say that is something is happening," said Harry.
"Since we can't stay here, how are we going to leave?" asks Vereesa.
"We're only going to have one chance to escape and one chance only. If we pass this up, then we won't get another chance, and Mrs. Weasley will do all she can to separate us when the new school term begins," said Harry.
"When?" asks Vereesa.
"The day of my hearing. Everyone will suspect that I'll be the good boy and attend my hearing. I suspect Mr. Weasley will 'escort' me to my hearing to be sure I arrive. Mr. Weasley is a bit of a fool, and if we travel through the muggle world, he'll stop for anything to admire it. We can use that time to slip past him and leave him. By the time he realizes what has happened, we'll be long gone," said Harry.
"Risky, will they send someone to shadow us to make sure you do arrive at your government headquarters?" asks Vereesa.
"I'm sure they will; it will not be the first time I've given someone the slip. I know better than anyone on how to disappear and not let myself be followed; you could say I've been doing this all my life," said Harry.
Vereesa looks at him carefully.
"I thought you were like a mage, but you talk like you're a rogue," said Vereesa.
"Is that a bad thing?" asks Harry.
Vereesa turns away and looks at the pendant in her hands.
"No, we all have our gifts. It's how we use them, that determines who we are," said Vereesa.
Harry nods his head, Vereesa in her thousand-year lifespan, has seen many things and grew to distrust and dislike certain types of people. So her concerns were accepted from her point of view.
Outside their door – Ron, Hermione, Ginny were all huddle together with Fred and George extendable ears trying to listen to the conversation inside the room. The most bizarre thing was, Harry and the 'Vanessa' were speaking in another language. It was foreign and almost unknown.
Hermione frowns as she tried to understand the conversation. Hermione didn't even know Harry could speak another language, not counting parseltongue. Hermione wanted to know what they were saying. She tried translator spells and even basic understanding of what they were saying. The only thing she could decipher was they were talking about Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. Other than that, what they were talking about was a mystery.
"What are they saying?" mutters Ron in annoyance. Ron was jealous of Harry once again. Not only did he bluntly disrespect his family and lack of understanding of the situation, but he also had the nerve to show up with one of the most beautiful women he has ever laid eyes on. She was even more beautiful than Fleur, and that was saying something. Ron during the entire dinner could only stare at her and couldn't help but help admire her in every way.
"How should I know?" hiss Hermione.
"You're the smart one!" snaps Ron. "You figure it out!"
"Quiet," hissed Ginny as Harry said something in that foreign language. Ginny had been planning and dreaming of her wedding with Harry Potter for almost a year now, and her mother has been very supportive of her dreams and desire. This summer was the worse, as Ginny who supported Sirius motion to have Harry brought here at once despite Dumbledore claiming Harry was safe there. Her mother encouraged her to be patient, and when Harry finally arrived, he would be all over her. When she learned that Dementors attacked Harry; the Order finally agreed to transfer Harry here at once; only to acquire instead of waiting for them, he had instead run away and wasn't seen or heard from for nearly two days. They were lucky in their guess that Harry would go to the Leaky Cauldron, but apparently, he was with someone, and it was with another girl. She was a late teenager and to make matters worse – she was beautiful.
Ginny had no idea how the hag manages to ensnarl her future husband, but Ginny would be damned if she let this stand. Her mother already agreed with her and was going to do what she could do separate them. Mad-Eye wanted to question her under veritaserum, but Harry simply refused and wasn't going to reveal any information on her. Professor Lupin agreed with Harry about questioning her for the time being. Harry was unusual defensive of her and was refusing anyone to interrogate her. Ginny was sure the filthy wrench did something to her Harry, and she was already plotting her revenge to kill the filthy whore.
Her mother already assures her after Harry's hearing; she would slip a particular poison in her drink that would send her to Saint Mungo's and keep her out of Harry's grasp for the remainder of the summer. No one was going to take away her Harry.
"What are you doing?" shouted Mrs. Weasley.
They all turned to her and tried to shush her, but she wasn't having it.
"Back to work, the lot of you!" shouted Mrs. Weasley as she pulls out her wand and fires several stingy hexes at the trio; they quickly bolted to get away from an enrage Mrs. Weasley.
Mrs. Weasley walks on the door and gives a couple of soft knocks before she opens it; to her surprise, no one was inside, and there was no sign of any disturbance in the room. She turns around and closes the door and walks away.
Harry removes the invisibility cloak that was covering himself and Vereesa before standing up.
"I do need to get out of this place; we're not going to have much privacy here," said Harry.
Vereesa silently agreed as they couldn't get any alone time. Hermione Granger would pop up whenever she could and start demanding answers and expectations of Harry to forgive her; claiming this was not her fault and she was following orders.
Ron Weasley was so pissed off that he refused to believe Harry had any side of the argument and was being selfish. Harry walked out on Ron before they could get into a row. Ginny was the worse; as she would pop up and immediately latch herself to Harry's arm. Harry hated it and spent half the time trying to get Ginny off his arms. She would do this while glaring daggers at Vereesa; showing nothing but hatred towards her.
Over the next week, things were getting tense, and Harry and Vereesa would lock themselves in the Black Family Library while the Weasley children along with Hermione would be working on cleaning the house under Mrs. Weasley eyes.
When Mrs. Weasley attempted to pull Harry and Vereesa into work, they ignore her and Vereesa told Mrs. Weasley, she was not their parent or guardian. Mrs. Weasley snapped back at Vereesa and commented that Vereesa's parents didn't raise her properly even though it was apparent they tried their best; she went on to say she would have raised her to be a 'proper' young lady.
This was a dangerous thing to say as Harry knew Vereesa's parents died long ago. Her father when she was young, went off to war and never return. Her mother died very early on in the Second War against the Horde Invasion while covering the retreat of her allies; she died a noble death. Vereesa nearly pulled out her dagger and looked like she was going to slice her throat wide open and remove her head.
Sirius and Lupin saw this and knew Mrs. Weasley was overstepping her boundaries. Even if she was used to controlling her family, the fact didn't change that 'Vanessa' was an adult and had the right to do what she pleased, and Harry was not her child or a member of her house.
The night before Harry's hearing Harry and Vereesa quickly went back to their room in silence, not saying goodnight to anyone.
"He's just nervous," said Lupin as if trying to lighten the mood. It was clear he too was worried about Harry as well.
The rest ate in silence, no one could deny it; they were all nervous about Harry's hearing. Kingsley reported that Fudge was unusually happy about this hearing. It was like he knew something that no one else knew. Kingsley was distracted, and for that reason he had suggested to Mr. Weasley who was taking Harry to his hearing, to arrive at first light; the moment the Ministry was open, and all legal hearings could take place.
Harry and Vereesa went to bed early, and in secret and silence, they quickly packed all their belongings. Harry modify his bag into a backpack for her to carry. Lightweight and simple, and if anyone looked inside the bag; muggles that were, they would see a simple college girl with her books.
Harry told her that for this to work; she would have to leave before anyone was awake. She would not be able to leave the house once everyone was awake, they would keep her inside – and Harry didn't trust anyone alone with her. Vereesa agreed and would leave an hour before anyone was awake. Harry told her to head to Waterloo Station and wait for him there.
Vereesa didn't know the way to Waterloo Station, but Harry simply told her to flag down a cab with the words 'TAXI' on his front hood. All she had to do was say to him to where she wanted to go; as long as it was inland and in London, the taxi driver would take her there. If she didn't want to take the taxi, she could just walk, it was about a forty-five-minute walk to Waterloo Station. Harry was heading in the same direction and would meet her there.
Morning came, and Vereesa was gone before anyone had realized she was no longer in the household. Harry walks down in muggle clothing; the best he currently had – which wasn't much to say. He was wearing black pants with a black shirt with a grey skull upon it; winter boots that were also black and a black trench coat. Harry wanted to look like a muggle since Mr. Weasley was taking him through the muggle part of London. That is what Harry wanted his friends to think; for they didn't know his true goals and intentions.
"Is Vanessa coming down?" asks Andromeda kindly.
"She was sleeping when I last saw her, she was up pretty late pretty worried," said Harry.
"Let her sleep," said Lupin wisely before Mrs. Weasley said something that would once again make Harry angry and cause any further dislike for her.
Harry ate his breakfast, and it was light, as he was cautious of Mrs. Weasley cooking. To his delight, it wasn't Mrs. Weasley who cooked breakfast. Instead, Andromeda Tonks cooked breakfast – much to Mrs. Weasley discomfort.
Once, Harry, had finish Harry gets up, and Mr. Weasley looks at his breakfast who barely got any breakfast gets up and takes Harry to the Ministry of Magic. They had to walk some distance away, but when they had reached Grays Inn Rd, Harry walks down Grays Inn Rd while Mr. Weasley had once again stopped to admire the buildings and street lights. It took Mr. Weasley a while to realize he was alone and Harry Potter was no longer with him. He looks around desperately, but Harry Potter was nowhere to be seen.
Thirty minutes later, Harry Potter walks towards the entrance of Waterloo station to see Vereesa sitting down trying hot chocolate and coffee. She wasn't much of a coffee drinker, but she was enjoying hot chocolate.
"I told you I would find you," said Harry.
Vereesa looks up and smiles at him.
"No trouble?" asks Vereesa.
"None, I told you I would give them the slip; wasn't the first time I've done so," said Harry.
"You've had a lot of practice it seems," said Vereesa.
"You could say that, had to get away from my cousin Dudley all the time," said Harry.
"Shall we go, there is a train for Paris in ten minutes," said Vereesa. "I trust we're going to need tickets."
"Not a problem," said Harry.
Mr. Weasley came back with his head bowed down. The good news was, Harry Potter was cleared of all charges as Dumbledore had arrived just in time to speak on his behalf. The bad news was – Harry Potter had given him the slip and disappeared and was now on the run once again; only this time – it wasn't going to be that easy to find him.
"Well, what's the news?" asks Mrs. Weasley at once when she saw her husband.
Arthur took a deep breath unsure how to break it down to them. He figures he starts with the good news.
"He's cleared – of all charges," said Mr. Weasley.
Everyone for a moment was silent; then Harry's 'friends' cheered; jumping to their feet and screaming – except Hermione who refused to allow herself to lose control of herself. They were all smiling and happy for him.
"Wonderful," said Mrs. Weasley with a large smile. "We'll throw him a party to celebrate; the poor dear must have been worried."
Just as Mrs. Weasley was about to enter the kitchen to start her 'fabulous' meal she stops and looks at her husband.
"Where is Harry?" asks Mrs. Weasley.
Mr. Weasley swallows his throat.
This caused everyone to stop cheering and celebrating and look at Arthur.
"He has – he has given me the slip, and he's disappeared," said Mr. Weasley.
"How? Weren't you watching him?" said Mrs. Weasley with a dangerous glare.
"How did he give you the slip inside the Ministry?" asks Sirius.
"He never got to the Ministry," said Arthur.
"You're telling me he gave you the slip before you ever got to the Ministry?" said Lupin in surprise.
Mr. Weasley nods his head.
"Were you looking at every muggle item you came across?" demands Mrs. Weasley angrily.
Mr. Weasley bowed his head and couldn't hide his shame in the simple fact that his obsession with muggle objects allowed Harry Potter to escape his notice and gaze. He should have simply just side-apparate Harry near the Ministry. He wasn't that skilled with side-apparition and didn't want to splinch Harry, so he took the long route, but this proved to be a mistake.
"I bet that girl knows," said Ginny without hesitation; pinning the blame on 'Vanessa' at once.
"She's probably worried about Harry and won't come out of her room," said Andromeda kindly.
"What are you talking about?" said Moody in confusion. Everyone turns to looks at him. "No one else other than us is in the house."
They all look at Moody before looking at each other.
"Are you sure?" said Sirius.
"Positive," said Moody. "I've searched the entire house for her, and she's not here."
"That's not possible," said Mrs. Weasley. "No one other than those of you who have come as entering this house; and no one left after Arthur took Harry to his hearing."
"Kreacher!" shouted Sirius at once.
Kreacher walks into the room with a dirty rag in his hands.
"What is it Master?" said Kreacher. "Filthy blood-traitor he is."
"Did you see if Harry's friend leave this house?" demands Sirius.
"Of course, Master," said Kreacher.
"When did she leave?" said Sirius at once.
"She left an hour before that no good half-blood godson of yours did. She was carrying a bag and quickly left before anyone was awake," said Kreacher.
Sirius and the others were taken back by this statement.
It took them all a moment to realize, that Harry and his friend have been planning this most likely since they arrived here. Harry was plagued with questions, and per Dumbledore's advice, they weren't giving him any answers. Now he was off to seek answers for his own. Leaving him vulnerable for the Dark Lord.
This morning Harry covered 'Vanessa' that she was still sleeping; in truth, he already knew she had left. If he knew she was gone before any of them did, that meant he was on his way to meet her at a secure location – a place they wouldn't think to look for. The only place they could think of was the muggle world, and the muggle was vast and significant. He was now a needle in a haystack.
Author Notes: I hope everyone enjoys this chapter and Happy New Year everyone! Please like and review.
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New chapters are coming!
On a side note; I might make a youtube channel about my personal life as I talk about my childhood, thinking about it, But I might.
Sorry for the bed structure at the end, I thought I fix it; should be fixed now - enjoy!
