-The Graveyard, Chapter Fourteen-

Adapted from Chapter 29 of the Order of the Phoenix

*If you don't remember what Harry saw in Snape's Pensieve, look it up. This story is boring already; I'm not going to type out the whole thing. It's Chapter 28 in the book.

HARRY POV

After Snape threw me out of his office, Hermione wouldn't stop asking why I no longer had to take Occlumency. I gave her some shitty excuse; my mind wasn't even at Hogwarts anymore. I was thinking of other things…mostly, why I should even stay at Hogwarts for exams when I knew where Cecily was, I could possibly pull off a rescue, and then… I so badly wanted to go, but I had no plan as what to do if I actually succeeded. So I threw myself into the job-pamphlets left for the fifth-years to read during Easter break. I had mentioned in passing wanting to talk to Sirius after what I had seen in Snape's Pensieve, but there was no way I could get word to him… Until the twins mentioned that they were going to cause more mayhem…the perfect distraction to get into Umbridge's office. I needed to use her fireplace to ask about what I had seen in the Pensieve, and of course…Cecily.

So as soon as I heard the signs that the twins had succeeded, I ran to Umbridge's office, and immediately used her fire to go to Grimmauld Place. I had used Floo Powder before, but I was transporting my whole body. Just my head traveling started to make me sick, so I closed my eyes. When the spinning stopped, I cautiously opened my eyes to find that I was looking up out of the kitchen fireplace at the long, wooden table, where a man sat poring over a piece of parchment. I had arrived. "Sirius?" I asked.

The man jumped and looked around. It was not Sirius, but Lupin. "Harry!' he said, looking thoroughly shocked. "What are you-what's happened, is everything alright?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said. "I just wondered-I mean, I just fancied a- a chat with Sirius." I finished lamely. Lupin got up, looking perplexed to go and get him. After a few minutes of waiting, Lupin returned with Sirius at his heels.

"What is it?" Sirius asked urgently, sweeping his long dark hair out of his eyes and dropping to the ground in front of the fire, so that we were on a level; Lupin knelt down too, looking very concerned. "Are you all right? Do you need help?" Sirius pressed.

My knees growing sore, and time ticking away, I immediately launched into what I had seen in my dreams, and what I knew about Cecily. His face immediately tightened and grew gaunt as I finished retelling all of the events. "Harry, you are supposed to be blocking your mind against this kind of thing!" He said, looking pale. I stared at him.

"This is my sister we are talking about! I needed to make sure she was ok, and it's obvious she's not. And I'm not taking Occlumency anymore, so it doesn't matter." I finished impatiently.

"You're NOT?" Sirius shouted, making me jump and inhale a mouthful of ashes. Spluttering, I shook my head.

"It's a bit of a relief to tell you the truth-" Lupin cut me off.

"Are you serious Harry? You are no longer taking Occlumency? How long has this been going on?" Lupin questioned. I frowned, annoyed.

"Yeah, Snape said he wouldn't teach me after what I saw in his Pensieve…" I quickly explained what I had seen my father doing. After Sirius reassured me that he grew out of being the arrogant bully I had seen, I relaxed some, one less thing on my mind.

"But Harry, you have to keep trying. Voldemort might have planted those dreams, it might be what he wanted you to see-" I shook my head impatiently.

"I know they are true, because…" I frowned. How could I explain this?

"Because?" Sirius asked, looking about ready to explode.

"Because when I wanted to dream of her I could. I just put on her locket and it sort of…happened. She's been trying to block me, she has succeeded for most of the year, but sometimes I could get through…whenever he beat her." I glared at the ground. I looked up to see both of them staring at me openmouthed.

"You've…been going there?" Sirius said hoarsely. Lupin cut him off.

"Don't do it ever, EVER again." He said, looking disturbed. I rolled my eyes.

"I can't, I gave the locket back to her. I don't have it anymore." They stared at me again, beyond words. I opened my mouth to say something else when I heard footsteps. "Is that Kreacher coming down the stairs?" I asked quickly.

Lupin snapped out of it first. "No, it must be someone on your end…" My heart skipped several beats.

"I better go, I don't know if you can reach Dumbledore, but let him know-" I broke off hurriedly and pulled my head out of the fire, and seized my Invisibility Cloak and put it on just in time- Filch hurried in, panting heavily. He rummaged through some drawers, found a paper and ran out again, and I was hot on his heels. After Fred and George's spectacular escape, I pulled Ron and Hermione aside and told them everything.

CECILY POV

I didn't move when the cover opened, nor when someone's wand poked my face, touching bone. "Hey…you alive little girl?" Bellatrix giggled, and poked me again. Resisting the urge to get up and smack her, I cracked an eye open, and then closed it. Her face was revolting. She laughed madly. "Oh little girl…I have some munchies for you!" she sang, and dumped more dried bread on my face. Without opening my eyes, I spoke.

"Alice and Frank aren't happy with you." I said honestly. They were on of the more friendly spirits that I could talk to. Probably because their bodies weren't dead yet. I heard Bellatrix stiffen.

'What did you say?" she said hoarsely. I looked her dead in the eye.

"Alice and Frank aren't happy with you; in fact…they want to hurt you. I know what you did Bellatrix, they told me." I said. She stared at me, horrified, then glared at me, and grabbed the front of my dress, and curled one of my long locks of hair around her wand, examining my hair, my face.

"Diffindus." She said softly, and I could see the rage boiling below the surface as the silvery pair of scissors appeared, hanging on the edge of her wand; she dropped me, pocketed her wand, and grabbed a chunk of my long hair. (Spells don't work on her, remember? So that's why Bellatrix is using a scissors.) "You filthy little toad." She hissed, and began cutting, laughing the whole time. I was relieved she wasn't hitting me, but as more locks of hair fell away, I felt increasingly more vulnerable.

By the time she had finished, I was shivering. My hair had gone from below my waist to cropped closely to my head, sticking up in all directions. She was cackling now, throwing my cut off hair in the air, dancing in it. 'Don't ever speak to me again." She spat in my face, yanking on my now stubby locks. She forced my head down then, and slammed the lid shut. With now trembling hands, I felt the thin layer of hair on top of my head, and so closely beneath it, my skull.

Joints and bones creaking, I curled up on the torn robes and pulled out The Quibbler, and looked at Harry's face until I fell into a restless sleep.