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Chapter 21
Sirius POV
A few days after the little incident with McLaggen - I wanted to kill him, but Hermione persuaded me not to - we found a solution for our problem with Slughorn and the memory.
To our surprise - and mostly to Hermione's - Ron was the one to find a way to get it from the old potions master. The answer was so simple, that we should have thought of it right after Dumbledore told Harry about his 'homework', but it seemed as if it was just too simple. We were all used to solve difficult problems with much more difficult solutions, so the idea to use Felix Felicis, the liquid luck, didn't come to our minds. We were so stupid!
In those days, when I was at school with James, Remus and Peter, we always searched for the easiest way to solve a problem. Of course we were able to do difficult things, too, like becoming Animagi, but doing things without doing much was much cooler and that's what we were - cool. Others admired us for doing strange and often dangerous things and we liked it a lot.
Now I was sitting in the Gryffindor common room, together with Ron and Hermione. Harry had just used the potion and went of to Hagrid, which made us all very angry.
"Do you really think he's going to Hagrid's?" Hermione whispered and looked at us with a concerned expression on her face.
"Yes." Ron and I answered together and Hermione became even more worried. I sat down on the sofa next to her and smiled reassuringly. After making sure that nobody was watching us, I touched her hand gently.
Hermione seemed to calm down a bit and frowned. "And what are we going to do now? I mean, he has to go to Slughorn, and not to Hagrid."
"You can't do much about it, can you?" Ron asked and shrugged.
I nodded. "We have to wait. And maybe he'll get the memory, even though he's on his way to Hagrid. Sometimes the fate is going ways we don't understand. Maybe Harry has to go to Hagrid to get the memory from Slughorn." When I saw the thoughtful expressions of the two students, my smile grew wider. "I think of all people you should know best that things do happen in very strange and unusual ways very often."
The whole evening and the beginning of the night we've been thinking of what Harry was doing, but of course he didn't return. So we went to bed and I couldn't sleep. The task of my godson was very important, not only to him but to the whole world. If we knew what exactly Voldemort asked so many years ago, we could be able to stop him or at least know what he'll do next. And maybe we could see where Voldemort had weak points. Even though there was not much humane at him, he was still human. You could defeat the Dark Lord, as he called himself. We did it before, but there was something which prevented him from dying. And so he returned. The only thing we needed to know now was how we could kill him forever.
With these thoughts I fell asleep and the next morning they were still there.
In the great hall, Hermione, Ron and I met Harry. He was coming very late and he looked tired.
"You look as if you were asleep the whole night." Ron greeted his best friend and Harry sat down and yawned.
"Almost." he murmured and I raised my eyebrows.
"How was your trip?" I wanted to know and now Ron and Hermione looked at Harry, too.
"It was great." A little smile appeared on Harry's face, but his eyes looked worried.
"What happened?" Hermione, who had noticed the look in his eyes, too, asked.
"I'll tell you later, you know where. In the break." Harry said and began to eat his breakfast.
We continued to eat, too. So after the first lessons in the room of requirement. That would be interesting.
The room of requirement looked like a comfortable living room with a sofa and two armchairs. Hermione and I sat down on the sofa and I laid my arm around her, while Harry and Ron sat down in the armchairs.
"So what happened last night?" Ron asked impatiently.
"I went to Hagrid." Harry began and Hermione looked at him reproachfully, but she didn't say something. "On my way to the grounds, I met Professor Slughorn. He didn't want me to leave the castle alone and when I told him about Aragog, he came with me. Of course not because of Hagrid. He wanted the poison from the spider. Seems like it is very valuable."
"Sounds just like good old Sluggy..." I murmured and Harry, Ron and Hermione laughed.
"After Aragog's burial, Hagrid and Slughorn began to drink and after some time, when they were too drunk to know what they were doing, I asked him again. It wasn't difficult to persuade him to give it to me."
"What did you say?" Hermione looked at him with wide eyes.
"I talked about my mum and the way she died, I mean, Slughorn loved her. And I told him that I want to kill Voldemort for her, so that nothing like that can happen again."
We looked at Harry without being able to say something. We knew that he'd do anything to persuade Slughorn to give him the memory, but talking about his mother and the way she died was... something we didn't expect.
Two tears were escaping my eyes and Hermione wiped them away. She took my hands.
"Lilly and James would have been proud of you, Harry." I whispered and Harry smiled at me.
"Thank you, Sirius."
After a few moments of silence, in which Harry was looking on his hands, Hermione and I exchanged a loving look and Ron tried to behave as if he wasn't there, I looked at Harry again.
"What did you do after you got the memory?"
"I went to Dumbledore's office. He returned yesterday night, so I was very lucky. Then we watched the memory. And you won't believe what Voldemort has done so many years ago."