Chapter three

During the funerals that were held over the next couple of weeks, Harry still never left the Hogs Head and never attended one funeral. Aberforth would tell him which one was being held, hoping to get Harry out of his pub for a few hours and to stop him drinking, but nothing worked. Aberforth really thought Harry would at least go to Fred and Remus' funerals, but he never did.

During this time, woman and men still turned up and had sex with Harry and word had spread about that, but Aberforth noticed that more men turned up than woman. It seems the wizarding world knew Harry was at his pub and these people kept going to his room and they also realised he liked men more than woman. Reporters would shout questions at Harry whenever he came downstairs, but not once did Harry look at them or answer them. He would usually just go get something basic to eat and another bottle of Firewhiskey. Aberforth was getting very worried about the young man. From everything he'd heard from his brother, this behaviour was not like Harry Potter at all. A lot of Harry's friends would stop by, but Aberforth noticed that Harry would talk to them, but it was the friends that held up most of the conversation, he would see Harry say one or two words, but that seemed to be it.

The next couple of weeks went the same apart from the magical world was starting to move on. Hogwarts was slowly being repaired, Diagon Alley was now open for business again, just the odd shop was still closed and that was because the owner had been killed.

Aberforth stepped into his pub ready for the new day and saw a note and a heap of money on his bar, a note from Harry that just said thanks, that was it. Even in writing, Harry never said much. He let Ariana know so she could go visit Albus so Minerva would know that Harry had left his pub, but had no idea where he went.

Harry stood outside his parent's home, staring up at the house, 'It started here,' Harry said to himself, then stepped through the gate, but he never went to the front door, he walked around the side of the house and down into the overgrown back garden. He looked around before staring at the large glass doors that led to the dining room of his parent's home. Dumbledore had told Harry that he charmed the house after taking his parents bodies out of there, so all Harry had to do was touch the door and tap it with his wand at the same time and it would recognise him as Harry Potter.

Harry did just that, touched the door, tapped it with his wand and heard the faint click. He slid the door opened and stepped inside his home, the home he lived in for little more than a year. It was dusty and smelled, Harry knew it was because it had been closed up for so long. He left the glass door wide open, then started to do some of the cleaning spells he'd seen Mrs. Weasley do. He did the kitchen and dining room first, then he started on the other rooms downstairs.

The one room he stared at the most was what he thought was his father's office. There was a beautiful old antique desk, a bookshelf that lined one wall and was filled with books, there was a leather sofa, a chair for his father and another chair on the other side of the desk. He thought he might finally find out some things about his parents, there must be something in here that would let him know them. Finally he left that room and stared up the staircase.

Harry slowly walked up and stared into the first room, his parent's bedroom. He saw his parents robes draped across the end of the bed and again, everything was dusty. He did the cleaning spells again before stepping inside and over to the wardrobe. He stood there staring in at his parents clothes, his father was like him, wore jeans. His mother seemed to like dresses because she had lots of different types. From summery light dresses, to warm dresses to even dressy and elegant dresses. Harry touched a few of their things, running his fingers down them before closing the door. He went over to a large chest of drawers, opened the first drawer and knew it was his mother's, there were bras and panties, but he also found a large flat box. He took it out and sat on the bed, staring at it. After a few minutes he opened the lid and everything shined and glittered, his mother's jewellery, but he also found what looked like their wedding rings and his mother's engagement ring.

Harry gave a small smile as he saw the large stone in the centre was the same colour as his eyes, his mother's eyes and realised his father must have had this made especially for her. Harry picked it up and stared at the emerald and diamond ring. After a few minutes, he put the ring and the box back before leaving that room and saw another room that looked like his parents might have been getting ready to set it up as another nursery. It didn't have any furniture but the walls had colourful pictures of all different magical animals on it.

Harry figured this room answered one of his questions, would his parents have more kids and the answer was yes. Finally Harry went to the last bedroom, his old room. He pushed the door which was only just hanging on and it fell to the floor. This room was wrecked, most of the roof was down, he could see the sky, but Harry also noticed it wasn't damp or mildew, so he figured Dumbledore probably enchanted it. Harry stared around the room, the room his mother died trying to protect him. He didn't know how long it took before he finally stepped into the room, he just knew it was a while. He saw lots of stuffed toys, a small bookshelf that held children's books, a chair in the corner which Harry assumed was where his mother sat to feed him or read to him. There was a wardrobe and chest of drawers against another wall, a change table at the end of the cot which was over near large windows. There was a beautiful thick woollen rug in the centre of the room, it had a couple of small toys scattered over it. Harry knelt down and picked up a rubber toy in the shape of a dragon, a chew toy Harry figured. Then a glint of something shiny caught his eye. He reached under the cot to pull out an oval shaped locket on a long chain. Harry stared at the large G in the centre before turning it over and read the name, Godric Gryffindor. He realised this is what Voldemort was going to use for his horcrux, this, instead of Harry.

Harry put the door back up, enchanted it to stay up and locked, then went back into his parents room. He saw a book sitting on a small bedside, Harry looked at it and realised his father slept on this side and must have been reading in bed of a night. He had a look in the drawers next to the bed before going over to the other side and open the drawer and saw a small black book sitting under a piece of coloured silk material.

Harry took the book out, opened the cover and realised it was his mother's diary. He held it to his chest, then walked down the stairs and back into his father's office. He sat on the leather sofa and started to read his mother's words. The first few pages were about when she found out she was pregnant with Harry, how happy her and James were, knowing they were going to be parents. Then it was when they found out the baby was a boy, so they started discussing names. Harry kept reading until he read about the day they brought him home. After that is was mostly about Harry, what he looked like, how his hair was like his father's and nothing Lily did could make it lie flat. When Harry turned to the next page, he saw what he thought was drops of water that must have dripped onto the page, but when he read what his mother had wrote, it was about Albus Dumbledore explaining about the prophecy, Harry realised it must have been his mother's tears, because she was writing about how to keep her baby safe, how to save his life. Harry kept reading, all about how he grew, what he was doing, when he first said mumma and dada, he even said Si, Lily Potter explained that it meant Sirius. On the last page that had writing on it, Harry sat there reading the words and never realised he had tears falling down his face until he felt a soft hand wipe them away. Harry looked up and saw Minerva McGonagall sitting beside him, he never said anything just pointed at the book.

Minerva read what Harry had pointed to then put her arms around him, 'I'm so sorry Harry,' she held him while he cried because she realised that Harry had lost more than he ever knew but was now finding out.

'Please Harry, either go to the Burrow or back to Hogwarts, you can't stay alone, not like the way you have been.' Harry shrugged. 'You still don't want to talk,' again Harry shrugged. 'If you don't want to, then don't, I'm sure everyone else will talk. I would like to know one thing though.

Harry nodded, 'Okay.'

'I know about those men and woman that seemed to visit you and Aberforth explained what happened. He spoke to a few of those, how they wanted to thank you, but how you never invited them or moved. You basically just sat there and they did everything,' she saw Harry nod, 'Did you let them in the hope they would help you forget?' again she saw Harry nod, 'That's what I figured, but you need to eat, you've lost weight. So let me take you, I just need to know where.'

'Not hungry.'

'It doesn't matter, you need to eat and everyone has been worried about you. Please Harry, you can't stay here.'

'I like it here.'

'Harry listen, if you want to keep coming back, fine, but you can't just sit in your parent's house, you'll end up not eating and we'll find you dead. Please don't let us find you like that. Come here and see what your parents were like, but don't stay, not yet, it's all too soon to be doing this. So will you go to the Burrow, stay there but visit here when you want to. You can come here alone if you want, or your friends can go with you, whatever you want.'

Harry Sighed as he closed his mother's diary, kept his pressed to his heart, but nodded. Minerva took Harry's hand and they walked into the other room, where Harry picked up his rucksack, slung it over his shoulder, then stepped out of the house. He closed the glass door, sealed it again, then let his old professor apparate them away.

Minerva and Harry stepped into the kitchen of the Burrow, where Hermione wrapped her arms around Harry who still never said anything. He did hug her back, only with one arm, he still held the diary to his chest.

'I'm glad Professor McGonagall was able to get through to you, but look at you Harry, you're skinnier than you were when we first met.'

Harry shrugged, 'Yeah.'

'Still not saying much,' Hermione looked at her professor.

'He still doesn't want to talk, so he shouldn't. Now let's sit down.'

Harry nodded then sat next to Ron who gave him a small smile, 'What's the book Harry?' Ron asked.

Harry looked down at the book, then pushed it towards Hermione who opened it then stared up at Harry.

'You're mother's diary, did you go into the house?' again Harry nodded, but he opened the diary to a page, then pointed. Hermione started reading then gasped, 'Oh Harry.'

'What Hermione?' Ron said seeing his girlfriend looked shocked.

'What is it Hermione?' Arthur asked seeing the look on her face.

'Harry's mother was pregnant when she died, pregnant with twin girls.'

Harry chewed on his lip as he felt more tears fill his eyes, then he grabbed his rucksack, pulled a bottle of Firewhiskey out and not even bothering with a glass, drank straight from the bottle until half was gone.

'Sorry mate,' Ron said softly, not really knowing what to say or do for his friend.

Molly Weasley stared over at Harry and saw how much pain he was in. She stepped over to him, made him turn around, then wrapped her arms around him where he ended up breaking down into her arms. Everyone sitting around the table could hear the pain Harry was in just by his sobs. Hermione, Ginny and Fleur all had tears falling down their faces. Ron, George, Percy, Bill lowered their heads not being able to watch the heartbreaking scene. Charlie stared at Harry and could feel the pain he was in just from the sounds of his cries. The Granger's, who were sitting there not really understanding what was going on, but realised this young man was suffering. Arthur Weasley looked at his wife over Harry's shoulder, an understanding passed between them and Arthur gave his wife a small nod to let her know it was alright to explain and hopefully all of them can help Harry through his ordeal.