Chapter 6 - THE MEMORIAL OF SIRIUS BLACK
Harry gazed intensely at himself in the medium-sized mirror, feeling and looking a bit awkward. When he had woken up early in the morning, there had been a long black formal cloak lying on the corner of his bed. He noticed that the cloak went past his feet, being as smooth as silk and quite different from the dress robes that he owned.
Either it was Harry or he resembled a thin black twig. Nothing much had been entering his mouth for the past month or so, causing him to shed off a few pounds.
Harry had to admit that he was nervous. Never before had he seen or been to a memorial, and about everyone in the Order was going to be present, including Dumbledore...
...Hermione's surprise had sure been a surprise, Harry thought as he fixed the cloak around him. After dinner had been eaten the other night, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Luna, Neville, Fred, and George had gone up to the girls room again, awaiting to see what Hermione had brought.
When the box had torn open, Harry had seen a colossal red-colored table, (almost relative to a pool table), bewitched to look like a quidditch field. The standing poles that were underneath it were at least five feet high, bringing the table almost up to Harry's chin. A black frame surrounded it, and on it were the almost-realistic hoops that a quaffle would go through, a green-colored field, and other details that were accurate to the real quidditch field.
Everyone had been astonished, because they'd never seen anything like it. When everyone had been goggling at it, Hermione had handed each of them a pair of remote controls. Harry recognized them to Muggle controls for video games.
It was like playing quidditch on the computer and almost the next best thing to real quidditch, but it would be odd if one day Muggles saw broomsticks and balls flying in the air....
Small models of human quidditch players would circle around the field, shooting the Quaffle, sending off the Bludgers, and searching for the Snitch. Harry had gotten the chance to play every position except for Keeper that Ron had indignantly hogged.
Everyone had questioned Hermione on the whereabouts of this spectacular game, and she said that she had purchased it at Rimlock Alley, a new - built place near Diagon Alley that featured a bunch of new things like the Mini Quidditch games, other educational games that Hermione had mentioned, but had slipped out of Harry's mind.
At dinner the previous night, he had been wondering where Kreacher was and he had questioned Lupin about this. Lupin said that Mrs.Weasley had let Kreacher go free, and presumably, he had gone to the Malfoy mansion.
Harry felt a surge of hatred towards the accursed house-elf Kreacher, and also towards the whole house as well.
Harry was now walking downstairs as his stomach gave an unexpected lurch. He still found the upcoming visit of Aunt Petunia ridiculous, because never in Harry's life had his aunt wanted to hear a breath about magic, or the magical world, or Hogwarts. But now...
"Nice cloak, Harry." Said Fred cheeringly as Harry entered the living room. George and Luna were in there too, where George was identically dressed to Fred, but Luna had a chestnut-brown dress cloak on, with matching brown hoops that were down past her neck.
"Er-Thanks." He replied to Fred.
It was almost noon, and it was another scorching-summer day with the fierce sun burning in the sky and a hint of wind in the coarse air. Harry looked at Fred, who was wearing almost a same cloak as Harry, but a worn out one that had a few misfits around the bottom hem.
Something was behind him that caught his attention. It was a round ivory-made table situated near a normal-sized desk with Daily-Prophet articles resting on it. The table had three candles placed on it, and one was tall and red, and two small white ones on each side of the red one. Around these candles were three flower bouquets, two of them were roses, and the other was lilac. Next to these was a very small golden book resting on the table that was titled "To Your Memory."
Across from Harry came in Hermione dissolved in a thick leather-bound book, not even paying attention to where she was going. His eyes fixed on her because he had to admit that she looked stunning. Like almost everyone else, she was in a black cloak, but her faced glowed like a vibrant light bulb. She had makeup on again, but her hair that had been waving down was now up in a tight bun, with two strands of hair lying down next to her face.
Harry's attention at Hermione went scratchy when Ginny walked in smirking an evil smile at Harry. Girls...
"I expect Mum got it for you." Muttered Ron as he too entered the living room. He was wearing the same thing as Fred, but his face was not so cheerful. His big ears were bright pink, along with his cheeks.
"What's wro-"?
"Nothing." Said Ron before Harry even got the chance to interrogate him. He stumbled across the room and accidentally bumped into a chair that was settled in the middle. Fred, George, and Ginny chuckled but Luna just stared at Ron dreamily. Hermione's mind was still on her book, sitting down on the floor and reading it intensely.
Harry didn't say anything to Ron, figuring he Ron would not tell him anything in front of them.
Nobody arrived for another fifteen minutes when Tonks arrived with her husband Ted. He was a tall clank man with white-blond hair and blue eyes. Harry noticed that he had a sort of not-belonging-here look as he stepped in Number Twelve Grimmuald Palace. Tonks appeared normal, dressed in black, except for her funky hair that was now a drab black color lying down a little past her ears. She had a bouquet of pink and yellow roses in her hands that she placed on the round table in the living room.
More people came, Mad-Eye Moody, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Deladus Diggle, Hestia Jones, Mundungus, Sturgis Podmore, Elphias Doge, and Emmeline Vance. A few moments later, Luna's parents arrived, along with Neville's grandmother, and Hagrid.
Hagrid was presented much well than before, but the scars and bruises, from no other than Grawp, were still on his face. He had a smile on his face as he greeted Harry and the others.
"Hello Harry. Yeh alright?" Said Hagrid.
"Yeah."
Harry glanced to know who was behind Hagrid, talking to Mad-Eye Moody. It was a calm Dumbledore with his usual moon-shaped glasses and very-crooked nose. He was wearing a black cloak too, but had little dots on the hem. Harry thought that he looked a bit wearier, as if all the happiness had sucked out of him.
But, apparently, it hadn't because Dumbledore tilted his head towards Harry and gave a half-hearted smile. His eyes were shining beyond his glasses that made Harry's scar jolt with pain.
Harry didn't even bother to calm it down or touch his forehead, because he knew that whenever he would be around Dumbledore, he'd feel psychotic. He forced a smile back, ignoring his hurting scar.
Everyone was now in the living room. Some people had summoned chairs around the round table (now it was in the center of the room), and other people were standing and chatting to each other. The candles on the table were now lit, shining in the room.
Earlier, Ginny had told him that Lupin was going to say, or rather do the ceremony. And after all, he was the last of the Marauders, Harry thought.
After a couple of minutes, Lupin was in front of everyone, picked up the book and was ready to start, when a door opened. A few moments later, Mrs.Weasley came in with another woman, no other than Harry's Aunt Petunia.
Harry had never before seen Aunt Petunia look so horrified, even when she had heard last year that Voldemort had returned. Her bony face was contorted in wrinkles and her cheeks were bright red. She was wearing a light-green cocktail dress, totally standing out in the swarm of black. She glanced at Harry for about a second at then stared around the room.
Lupin, who had been waiting, now smiled at Aunt Petunia and started to read from the book.
Harry thought it was like a normal Muggle funeral, except for the dead body and the fact that it would be in a church. Lupin had read the whole book before the candles had burned out, but no one had cried. It just wasn't that emotional, even to Harry because he had had the time for that for a month.
"Harry, could you come in the kitchen for a minute?" Asked Mrs.Weasley's sweet voice.
Harry went in the kitchen with Mrs.Weasley, and saw that Lupin and Aunt Petunia were in there. His aunt was sitting down on the chair next to the dining table, looking appalled. Lupin was standing next to her, showing her a piece of parchment.
They both turned around and noticed Harry.
"Harry, come here." Said Lupin.
Harry went to him and leaned down to catch the contents of the parchment.
"Er-it's the form that we need to fill out if I am going to be able to be your guardian. You have to sign right here," Lupin pointed to the bottom left of the parchment, "but of course, if you don't want to then that's alright, and-"
Harry interrupted him, "Lupin, shut it." He said casually, and then went down to sign the parchment. He didn't know if this was right, if it made a bruise to Sirius's memory or not, but it felt okay to Harry.
Aunt Petunia made a weird noise and Harry knew she was certainly happy to get rid of Harry.
He glared at her and then he said, "Do I still have to live there?"
"No, from now on you are going to have to live here." Said Lupin, with a sad tone of voice.
"Good. What about Professor Dumbledore? Does he approve...? " Said Harry, his voice trailing off.
"Oh, yes. He knows that you were being watched at your aunt and uncle's house and he prefers you to stay here, around us so we can watch over you."
Harry didn't even bother to check how Aunt Petunia reacted to a bunch of Death Eaters watching her house, because he didn't care.
Again, Harry was standing in the living room talking to Ron and Hermione. They were eating sandwiches and gulping down butterbeer. Ron wasn't red anymore but he was giving Hermione uncanny stares. She had noticed, but didn't say anything.
"...I can't believe your aunt showed up here. It sure is a miracle, eh? I thought she was gonna faint when she walked in. Maybe she's changed Harry!" Said Ron. Harry snorted.
"Oh come on Ron. The only reason she's here is to sign that parchment and get rid of Harry once and for all." Hermione glanced at Harry and then she said, "Oh, I'm sorry Harry, that sounded insensitive."
"It's all right. I don't really care." He replied with unconcern.
"I wish Percy would do the same and get rid of himself once and for all." Spat out Ron.
Amazed, Harry said, "What? He's back? Why isn't he here then?"
It was now Ron's turn to snort, "He said that he had things to do, the stupid git...when Fudge found out about You-Know-Who, he dropped Percy down to his usual place in the Ministry, and then he came home apologizing. I would have cursed him if we weren't allowed to use magic, and Fred and George were about to when Mum threw herself at him and forgave him." A disgusted look was on Ron's face.
Ever since last year, Harry hadn't liked Percy. He had said that Harry was dangerous and had attempted Ron to stay away from him, which Harry thought was quite annoying, coming from Percy. He didn't think that Mrs.Weasley had done right to forgive him, but she was a mother...
"Oh give him a break. He was just convinced under the wrong people." Said Hermione.
"Give him a break? You have to be kidding!" Screeched Ron.
Harry knew what was coming, so he backed away to get more butterbeer. He passed Tonks immersed in a conversation with Hestia Jones, and then Moody and Lupin.
"...Mind you, I was shocked when she showed up, didn't think she had it in her." Harry heard Moody growl.
"I practically had to beg her to come, not really for the memorial but for the parchment-signing. Somehow she thought that something was going to happen to her if she did." Said Lupin. Harry slowed his pace to listen. He knew Aunt Petunia was scared because of the Howler she had received last summer.
"So Potter doesn't mind, eh? Pretty laid-back boy, if you ask me. Seems to be happy though."
"Yeah, Molly and I wanted to do something to cheer him up a bit so we held this memorial. But I have to admit that it was quite difficult to get everyone here, a lot of people were busy and didn't want to come, but for Harry's sake they did. And, I'm only a day or two from full moon so-"
Harry didn't want to listen to the rest of the conversation. His heart was burning, the heat reaching up to his face slowly. His hands were shaking, along with the butterbeer in his left hand.
He got to the kitchen and shoved the butterbeer down on the dining table and went upstairs to his room. The door slammed shut behind him as he sank low to the floor, next to his bed.
So, the only reason everyone was here was because of him, not because of Sirius. Nobody cared about Sirius, nobody cared how important and the good man he was. Everyone just cared about the gaping scar on Harry's forehead and expected him to...
A tear came down on his cheek. He hated all of them, even Lupin.
"HARRY! Harry!" A female voice trailed upstairs, and Harry recognized that it was Hermione. She passed by, glanced in his room, and came in. Looking at Harry's tearstained face, with sympathy, she said, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
Hermione walked towards Harry and sat down next to him, very closely. She patted his shoulder with comfort. "It doesn't seem like nothing, Harry."
"Just go away." Sneered Harry.
Hermione seemed hurt, but she hid it. "Did someone say something to you? Or is it Sirius...?"
More tears came down, and he felt that he should be ashamed, but he wasn't. Hermione took her hand and wiped the tears off his face.
Harry felt a surge or gratitude, so he told Hermione what he had heard from Lupin and Mad-Eye Moody's mouth.
"Harry, don't feel so bummed out." She said. "Memorials like this are very rare, I've read about them. They happen, maybe, once a century or so, so you should be honored that there was a memorial today. Everyone cares about Sirius of course, but like I said, memorials don't happen that often. They care about you too." Said Hermione.
"Yeah, ok." Harry said sarcastically. He liked the fact that Hermione was trying to sooth him, but he felt she was lying...
Before he knew it, his head was resting on Hermione's shoulders and his eyes closed shut. They opened again, and he realized he owed an explanation to Hermione about the prophecy, as well as Ron.
"Hermione, about the prophecy..." He informed her about the chat he and Dumbledore had had at the night of Sirius's death. Hermione gasped a few times, especially when she learned about the prophecy.
"Oh Harry, that's awful." She couldn't find any words for comfort, so she just laid her hand on his, and they both cried together, unnoticed...
Harry gazed intensely at himself in the medium-sized mirror, feeling and looking a bit awkward. When he had woken up early in the morning, there had been a long black formal cloak lying on the corner of his bed. He noticed that the cloak went past his feet, being as smooth as silk and quite different from the dress robes that he owned.
Either it was Harry or he resembled a thin black twig. Nothing much had been entering his mouth for the past month or so, causing him to shed off a few pounds.
Harry had to admit that he was nervous. Never before had he seen or been to a memorial, and about everyone in the Order was going to be present, including Dumbledore...
...Hermione's surprise had sure been a surprise, Harry thought as he fixed the cloak around him. After dinner had been eaten the other night, Harry, Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Luna, Neville, Fred, and George had gone up to the girls room again, awaiting to see what Hermione had brought.
When the box had torn open, Harry had seen a colossal red-colored table, (almost relative to a pool table), bewitched to look like a quidditch field. The standing poles that were underneath it were at least five feet high, bringing the table almost up to Harry's chin. A black frame surrounded it, and on it were the almost-realistic hoops that a quaffle would go through, a green-colored field, and other details that were accurate to the real quidditch field.
Everyone had been astonished, because they'd never seen anything like it. When everyone had been goggling at it, Hermione had handed each of them a pair of remote controls. Harry recognized them to Muggle controls for video games.
It was like playing quidditch on the computer and almost the next best thing to real quidditch, but it would be odd if one day Muggles saw broomsticks and balls flying in the air....
Small models of human quidditch players would circle around the field, shooting the Quaffle, sending off the Bludgers, and searching for the Snitch. Harry had gotten the chance to play every position except for Keeper that Ron had indignantly hogged.
Everyone had questioned Hermione on the whereabouts of this spectacular game, and she said that she had purchased it at Rimlock Alley, a new - built place near Diagon Alley that featured a bunch of new things like the Mini Quidditch games, other educational games that Hermione had mentioned, but had slipped out of Harry's mind.
At dinner the previous night, he had been wondering where Kreacher was and he had questioned Lupin about this. Lupin said that Mrs.Weasley had let Kreacher go free, and presumably, he had gone to the Malfoy mansion.
Harry felt a surge of hatred towards the accursed house-elf Kreacher, and also towards the whole house as well.
Harry was now walking downstairs as his stomach gave an unexpected lurch. He still found the upcoming visit of Aunt Petunia ridiculous, because never in Harry's life had his aunt wanted to hear a breath about magic, or the magical world, or Hogwarts. But now...
"Nice cloak, Harry." Said Fred cheeringly as Harry entered the living room. George and Luna were in there too, where George was identically dressed to Fred, but Luna had a chestnut-brown dress cloak on, with matching brown hoops that were down past her neck.
"Er-Thanks." He replied to Fred.
It was almost noon, and it was another scorching-summer day with the fierce sun burning in the sky and a hint of wind in the coarse air. Harry looked at Fred, who was wearing almost a same cloak as Harry, but a worn out one that had a few misfits around the bottom hem.
Something was behind him that caught his attention. It was a round ivory-made table situated near a normal-sized desk with Daily-Prophet articles resting on it. The table had three candles placed on it, and one was tall and red, and two small white ones on each side of the red one. Around these candles were three flower bouquets, two of them were roses, and the other was lilac. Next to these was a very small golden book resting on the table that was titled "To Your Memory."
Across from Harry came in Hermione dissolved in a thick leather-bound book, not even paying attention to where she was going. His eyes fixed on her because he had to admit that she looked stunning. Like almost everyone else, she was in a black cloak, but her faced glowed like a vibrant light bulb. She had makeup on again, but her hair that had been waving down was now up in a tight bun, with two strands of hair lying down next to her face.
Harry's attention at Hermione went scratchy when Ginny walked in smirking an evil smile at Harry. Girls...
"I expect Mum got it for you." Muttered Ron as he too entered the living room. He was wearing the same thing as Fred, but his face was not so cheerful. His big ears were bright pink, along with his cheeks.
"What's wro-"?
"Nothing." Said Ron before Harry even got the chance to interrogate him. He stumbled across the room and accidentally bumped into a chair that was settled in the middle. Fred, George, and Ginny chuckled but Luna just stared at Ron dreamily. Hermione's mind was still on her book, sitting down on the floor and reading it intensely.
Harry didn't say anything to Ron, figuring he Ron would not tell him anything in front of them.
Nobody arrived for another fifteen minutes when Tonks arrived with her husband Ted. He was a tall clank man with white-blond hair and blue eyes. Harry noticed that he had a sort of not-belonging-here look as he stepped in Number Twelve Grimmuald Palace. Tonks appeared normal, dressed in black, except for her funky hair that was now a drab black color lying down a little past her ears. She had a bouquet of pink and yellow roses in her hands that she placed on the round table in the living room.
More people came, Mad-Eye Moody, Kingsley Shacklebolt, Deladus Diggle, Hestia Jones, Mundungus, Sturgis Podmore, Elphias Doge, and Emmeline Vance. A few moments later, Luna's parents arrived, along with Neville's grandmother, and Hagrid.
Hagrid was presented much well than before, but the scars and bruises, from no other than Grawp, were still on his face. He had a smile on his face as he greeted Harry and the others.
"Hello Harry. Yeh alright?" Said Hagrid.
"Yeah."
Harry glanced to know who was behind Hagrid, talking to Mad-Eye Moody. It was a calm Dumbledore with his usual moon-shaped glasses and very-crooked nose. He was wearing a black cloak too, but had little dots on the hem. Harry thought that he looked a bit wearier, as if all the happiness had sucked out of him.
But, apparently, it hadn't because Dumbledore tilted his head towards Harry and gave a half-hearted smile. His eyes were shining beyond his glasses that made Harry's scar jolt with pain.
Harry didn't even bother to calm it down or touch his forehead, because he knew that whenever he would be around Dumbledore, he'd feel psychotic. He forced a smile back, ignoring his hurting scar.
Everyone was now in the living room. Some people had summoned chairs around the round table (now it was in the center of the room), and other people were standing and chatting to each other. The candles on the table were now lit, shining in the room.
Earlier, Ginny had told him that Lupin was going to say, or rather do the ceremony. And after all, he was the last of the Marauders, Harry thought.
After a couple of minutes, Lupin was in front of everyone, picked up the book and was ready to start, when a door opened. A few moments later, Mrs.Weasley came in with another woman, no other than Harry's Aunt Petunia.
Harry had never before seen Aunt Petunia look so horrified, even when she had heard last year that Voldemort had returned. Her bony face was contorted in wrinkles and her cheeks were bright red. She was wearing a light-green cocktail dress, totally standing out in the swarm of black. She glanced at Harry for about a second at then stared around the room.
Lupin, who had been waiting, now smiled at Aunt Petunia and started to read from the book.
Harry thought it was like a normal Muggle funeral, except for the dead body and the fact that it would be in a church. Lupin had read the whole book before the candles had burned out, but no one had cried. It just wasn't that emotional, even to Harry because he had had the time for that for a month.
"Harry, could you come in the kitchen for a minute?" Asked Mrs.Weasley's sweet voice.
Harry went in the kitchen with Mrs.Weasley, and saw that Lupin and Aunt Petunia were in there. His aunt was sitting down on the chair next to the dining table, looking appalled. Lupin was standing next to her, showing her a piece of parchment.
They both turned around and noticed Harry.
"Harry, come here." Said Lupin.
Harry went to him and leaned down to catch the contents of the parchment.
"Er-it's the form that we need to fill out if I am going to be able to be your guardian. You have to sign right here," Lupin pointed to the bottom left of the parchment, "but of course, if you don't want to then that's alright, and-"
Harry interrupted him, "Lupin, shut it." He said casually, and then went down to sign the parchment. He didn't know if this was right, if it made a bruise to Sirius's memory or not, but it felt okay to Harry.
Aunt Petunia made a weird noise and Harry knew she was certainly happy to get rid of Harry.
He glared at her and then he said, "Do I still have to live there?"
"No, from now on you are going to have to live here." Said Lupin, with a sad tone of voice.
"Good. What about Professor Dumbledore? Does he approve...? " Said Harry, his voice trailing off.
"Oh, yes. He knows that you were being watched at your aunt and uncle's house and he prefers you to stay here, around us so we can watch over you."
Harry didn't even bother to check how Aunt Petunia reacted to a bunch of Death Eaters watching her house, because he didn't care.
Again, Harry was standing in the living room talking to Ron and Hermione. They were eating sandwiches and gulping down butterbeer. Ron wasn't red anymore but he was giving Hermione uncanny stares. She had noticed, but didn't say anything.
"...I can't believe your aunt showed up here. It sure is a miracle, eh? I thought she was gonna faint when she walked in. Maybe she's changed Harry!" Said Ron. Harry snorted.
"Oh come on Ron. The only reason she's here is to sign that parchment and get rid of Harry once and for all." Hermione glanced at Harry and then she said, "Oh, I'm sorry Harry, that sounded insensitive."
"It's all right. I don't really care." He replied with unconcern.
"I wish Percy would do the same and get rid of himself once and for all." Spat out Ron.
Amazed, Harry said, "What? He's back? Why isn't he here then?"
It was now Ron's turn to snort, "He said that he had things to do, the stupid git...when Fudge found out about You-Know-Who, he dropped Percy down to his usual place in the Ministry, and then he came home apologizing. I would have cursed him if we weren't allowed to use magic, and Fred and George were about to when Mum threw herself at him and forgave him." A disgusted look was on Ron's face.
Ever since last year, Harry hadn't liked Percy. He had said that Harry was dangerous and had attempted Ron to stay away from him, which Harry thought was quite annoying, coming from Percy. He didn't think that Mrs.Weasley had done right to forgive him, but she was a mother...
"Oh give him a break. He was just convinced under the wrong people." Said Hermione.
"Give him a break? You have to be kidding!" Screeched Ron.
Harry knew what was coming, so he backed away to get more butterbeer. He passed Tonks immersed in a conversation with Hestia Jones, and then Moody and Lupin.
"...Mind you, I was shocked when she showed up, didn't think she had it in her." Harry heard Moody growl.
"I practically had to beg her to come, not really for the memorial but for the parchment-signing. Somehow she thought that something was going to happen to her if she did." Said Lupin. Harry slowed his pace to listen. He knew Aunt Petunia was scared because of the Howler she had received last summer.
"So Potter doesn't mind, eh? Pretty laid-back boy, if you ask me. Seems to be happy though."
"Yeah, Molly and I wanted to do something to cheer him up a bit so we held this memorial. But I have to admit that it was quite difficult to get everyone here, a lot of people were busy and didn't want to come, but for Harry's sake they did. And, I'm only a day or two from full moon so-"
Harry didn't want to listen to the rest of the conversation. His heart was burning, the heat reaching up to his face slowly. His hands were shaking, along with the butterbeer in his left hand.
He got to the kitchen and shoved the butterbeer down on the dining table and went upstairs to his room. The door slammed shut behind him as he sank low to the floor, next to his bed.
So, the only reason everyone was here was because of him, not because of Sirius. Nobody cared about Sirius, nobody cared how important and the good man he was. Everyone just cared about the gaping scar on Harry's forehead and expected him to...
A tear came down on his cheek. He hated all of them, even Lupin.
"HARRY! Harry!" A female voice trailed upstairs, and Harry recognized that it was Hermione. She passed by, glanced in his room, and came in. Looking at Harry's tearstained face, with sympathy, she said, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
Hermione walked towards Harry and sat down next to him, very closely. She patted his shoulder with comfort. "It doesn't seem like nothing, Harry."
"Just go away." Sneered Harry.
Hermione seemed hurt, but she hid it. "Did someone say something to you? Or is it Sirius...?"
More tears came down, and he felt that he should be ashamed, but he wasn't. Hermione took her hand and wiped the tears off his face.
Harry felt a surge or gratitude, so he told Hermione what he had heard from Lupin and Mad-Eye Moody's mouth.
"Harry, don't feel so bummed out." She said. "Memorials like this are very rare, I've read about them. They happen, maybe, once a century or so, so you should be honored that there was a memorial today. Everyone cares about Sirius of course, but like I said, memorials don't happen that often. They care about you too." Said Hermione.
"Yeah, ok." Harry said sarcastically. He liked the fact that Hermione was trying to sooth him, but he felt she was lying...
Before he knew it, his head was resting on Hermione's shoulders and his eyes closed shut. They opened again, and he realized he owed an explanation to Hermione about the prophecy, as well as Ron.
"Hermione, about the prophecy..." He informed her about the chat he and Dumbledore had had at the night of Sirius's death. Hermione gasped a few times, especially when she learned about the prophecy.
"Oh Harry, that's awful." She couldn't find any words for comfort, so she just laid her hand on his, and they both cried together, unnoticed...