I feel like no one likes it that I update once or twice in a manner of a few weeks and then disappears. I won't abandon this story even if it takes like ten years-until this story is marked complete. I have a 2 week writing period, so let's pray I get a couple of chapters out.
Chapter 22
Harrison headed back to the third floor corridor. He glanced at the map, scanning to see if anyone was nearby before he headed to the passageway. According to Fred and George, there was a passageway right where the statue of the one-eyed witch, which would lead straight to Honeydukes cellar. From there, he would floo to Grimmauld Place and plot.
He knew it would take awhile to find the Dark Lord. He could be anywhere in the world, but he knew once he found him; he would bring him back and start his revenge.
"Dissendium," He whispered, pointing his wand at the statue.
The statue moved to reveal the hidden passageway. He casted a silent lumos on his wand, and stepped forward. He watched his step carefully-not to trip on anything and quickly got through the passageway. Harrison waited for a few minutes to hear if anyone was above the floor, before he opened the trap door.
He looked around the cellar, he noticed endless arrays of candy boxes. He quickly found a staircase that would lead him up to the store and hopefully a fireplace. Most of the places in Hogsmeade usually had a floo system set up. If there wasn't one here, then there was certainly one in Hogs' Head.
Harrison made sure to walk quietly on the floor. He opened the door to reveal the shop. Candies of all different kinds lined the shelves. It didn't look like there was a fireplace around. Harrison silently casted a glamour charm to look older before he stepped outside and headed towards Hogs Head. The last thing he really needed was curious eyes and people trying to stop him.
He pulled up his hood and walked across the village. He looked around, eyeing the signs before he found the one that he looked for. It was down the road from The Three Broomsticks. The place was relatively empty, with a few strangers minding their own business. This place was shady, which made it a good place to meet people or head somewhere.
He quickly found the owner who was cleaning up a glass though even as he cleaned, the glass continued to get dirtier. The owner looked a lot like Dumbeldore, with his blue eyes and white beard. Harrison made sure not to display any emotions on his face when he asked,
"I need to use your fireplace." It wasn't a question, it was merely a demandment.
The owner nodded, and directed Harrison towards the fireplace in another room. The guy left him alone, and Harrison smiled. He shedded his glamour, grabbed a handful of floo powder before stepping in and said,
"Grimmauld Place."
The green flames engulfed him. The heat was a little unbearable, and the whirling was getting sickening, but he remained stoic before he stepped out of the fireplace.
"Kreacher," Harrison said.
There was a loud pop before a house-elf appeared.
"Yes, Lord Peverell?" Kreacher inquired.
"Where is Lord Black?" Harrison asked.
"In the drawing room," He replied, before disappearing with another loud pop.
Harrison walked to the drawing room to find Sirius Black.
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Draco yawned and stretched his arms. He drew back his bed curtains and found that Harrison's was still closed. Draco frowned, that was so unlike him. Harrison was usually up hours before he was before finding him at breakfast. It was so unlike him to sleep in.
He stood up, and walked over to Harrison's bed. He pulled back the curtains to find a made bed that looked like it hadn't been slept in for a while. He was confused on where his friend was at. He didn't say anything about his whereabouts, but then again, this was Harrison. He did his own things and even though Draco was burning with curiosity; he wouldn't dare to ask the ex-prisoner about what he did.
Draco sighed. He shook his head, probably knowing that Harrison was probably eating breakfast. He probably spent his night in the library or in the common room and forgot what time it was. Yeah that was probably it; no reason to be concerned for Harrison's wellbeing.
After getting dressed, he went to the Great Wall and found his friends eating breakfast. Normally, Harrison sat with them, staying silent but he knew that he was listening in with how his lingering emerald gaze was at them.
He looked up and saw the absence to Dumbeldore; it was particularly strange since Dumbledore normally didn't skip breakfast. He was usually there with his twinkling, blue eyes. He looked at the Slytherin table and noticed Harrison's absence.
"Rumour has it that the-boy-who-lived went after an object and Harrison was involved," Pansy said. Draco frowned.
He knew Harrison didn't like the-boy-who-lived and often mocked him, but there was something weird about it. Harrison wouldn't just pry out the brat without a reason. Draco knew that Harrison was trying to resurrect the Dark Lord and that was his main priority, minus trying to get out the Death Eaters and Ella out from Azkaban.
"Are you sure?" Draco hissed.
"Positive. It would explain Dumbledore's absence. His precious savior got hurt, and now he has to go deal with the ministry and what exactly happened," Pansy explained.
"Interesting," He muttered. He took a bite of his breakfast while deep in thought. It seemed that whenever Harrison got in contact with him, or showed up to classes-he would have explained this. Secrets be damned. Draco was dying to know what happened, and it seemed Harrison would know.
The owls started to swoop in delivering mail. The Malfoy owl swooped to him, and he grabbed the Daily Prophet and the letter from his mother off the owl. He unraveled the newspaper and what he saw shocked him.
Long time no see ish. I don't have anything to update why I was gone for a few months minus that I didn't have the muse to write a chapter and I was getting busy. Why does it seemed that my mental health always gets worse? Drop a review down below on what you think, and I promise that the next update would be up in a few days!
