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Chapter Seventeen: Unanswerable Questions Part II

"Err&I overheard some death eaters talking," Harry improvised, "They mentioned the Riddle House a couple of times and I guess that where they had been taken." Harry knew it was a lame excuse but it was all he could think of.

"Taken?" Dumbledore repeated.

"Yes, I didn't realise they'd gone missing till I overheard them," Harry had the bad feeling Dumbledore was seeing right through his words. Could he read minds? Harry found himself wondering for what must have been the thousandth time.

"And why Mr Granger did you not inform a member of staff or one of the aurors?" McGonagall strict voice cut across, "Death eaters are extremely dangerous and it was lucky you had not been killed."

Harry blinked in surprise. He was after all the boy-who-lived. He was expected to save people. Even Ron and Hermione admitted he had a saving people thing. The thought of getting help or someone else to the job had never occurred to him.

Luckily, Dumbledore came to his rescue, "Minerva, that no longer matters. We can not change what has already been done. They are back safe. What interest me Harry, is how you manage to follow the death eaters to the Riddle House and then to be able to take them by surprise? Voldemort for one is very paranoid about security."

"I rode on a Thestral sir," at least that part was true Harry mused feeling a dozen of penetrating eyes on him.

"A what?" asked Sirius, confused.

"Thestral," Lily informed him, "They pull the school carriages."

"Nothing pulls the carriages," James argued.

"They're invisible," Remus explained before one of the adults had a chance, "Unless the person has seen death." An unearthly silence fluttered through the room.

"Well," Harry continued breaking the awkward moment, "when I reached the house, I snuck in through the attic window and cast a disillusionment and silencing charm on myself. The rest you already know."

There was another tense moment as everyone reviewed their own memories of the day. "Despite your recklessness on not informing a teacher straight away Harry," said Dumbledore, "You have shown courage and bravery beyond expectations. I award Gryffindor seventy points."

"Thanks sir," Harry replied modestly blushing slightly.

"Minerva will you please escort them to Hospital Wing. Harry, please remain behind for a little longer."

McGonagall nodded and giving Harry a swift smile ushered the others out of the room. Dumbledore waited till the last of their footsteps had disappeared before speaking. "Well I m very grateful for what you did Harry but I must remind you again to be careful. You can not risk anyone, least of all Voldemort finding out you are for the future."

"Yes sir," Harry replied tiredly. "Erm," he continued nervously, "Remus kinda guessed but I made him promise not to tell anyone including James and the others."

"When was this?"

"After the dementors' attack. I just told him I'm here for a month and during that time I need to find out some certain information."

"Information?" Dumbledore asked curiously.

Harry realised he had not told Dumbledore of his quest to save Sirius. "Yes, I got a letter, presumably from whoever that brought me back. It said I've got a month to complete my task."

"Which is?"

"I need information about the Black Veil. I can't tell you why as it risks changing the future but it's important."

"The Black Veil?" Dumbledore repeated thoughtfully. "Well I see what I can do. You better get of to Hospital Wing before Poppy comes after my blood."

"Thanks sir." He stood up and Dumbledore had to move quick as the room tilted dangerously.

"Oy, wake up," somebody was poking him irritatingly. Harry stirred.

"Hey Sirius! Stop it. Let him sleep," another voice interrupted. Groggily Harry fluttered his eyes open to find several people hovering over him. "Sorry Harry," Remus apologised handing him his glasses, "I tried to get them to leave you alone."

"It's alright," his words were slurred. "Ouch," he hissed in pain as he tried to sit up. Breathing heavily Harry vaguely heard someone running.

"What are you doing?" a stern voice called, "Get back into bed, all of you." Hurried footsteps. The voice softened, "Drink this, dear." Foul tasting potion trickled down his throat but immediately the pain evaporated. "Better?"

Harry nodded as he gulped down some water. "Thanks."

"Now get some sleep whilst I see to these meddlesome Gryffindors. Really, they get captured by death eaters and are still as troublesome. You'd think it'd knock some sense into them," she muttered angrily. "As for you young man, you are not going anywhere, Hogsmeade or not, until I am happy with you."

Under her gaze Harry nodded knowing full well he was not going to spend more time than necessary here. He let himself be tucked in again and closed his eyes obediently as she went to scold the others back to bed. He waited several minutes after hearing the closing click of her office door before sitting up again. "Hi," he greeted as James, Sirius and Remus sat down on his bed. "You lot okay?"

"Good as new," Sirius grinned somewhat oddly. "She patched us all up in a second."

"Err&so what do you want?" Harry asked sensing the nervous atmosphere in the air.

"Well," James said bluntly, "We know you're lying. Tell us how you know about the Riddle House. There's no way death eaters going to let you over hear their conversation. You can fool Dumbledore but not us."

"What?" Harry exclaimed.

"Granger," Sirius snarled, "Are you a death eater? A spy for Voldemort?"

Harry stared open mouth. How could Sirius call him a death eater? His father? Out of all the people in the world.

"Guys," Remus intervened seeing the hurt look of disbelief and betrayal on Harry, "I'm sure your mistaken. Harry's not a death eater."

"Be quite Remus," James snapped, "He's fooled you like everyone else. Go on Granger, say it."

"I don't believe you," Harry gasped, "How dare you call me a death eater? After I just save you as well."

"How do we know it's not some plan you set up with your master?" Sirius challenged nastily.

"You&you," Harry could not&would not believe it.

"Tell us then&how come you knew all about you-know-who's plans?" James advanced on him.

Anger over came his sorrow. "SHUT UP!" he shouted getting up, "YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND ANYTHING! OUT OF ALL THE PEOPLE I WOULD HAVE EXPECTED YOU'D UNDERSTAND. I HATE YOU!" without a backward glance Harry ran from the Hospital Wing tears streaming. Reaching the room of requirements Harry threw the door open to find his old cupboard under the stairs. There he cried himself to sleep. Tears for all the hurt and loss flowed freely washing away the bitter pain.

A/N: Poor Harry, he never gets a break does he? Now he hasn't got Voldemort after his blood he's got his own dad and godfather accusing him of dark arts.

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