Harry Potter and the Deathday Curse

Harry Potter and the Deathday Curse

Chapter 3 The Argument

A.N. I just came back from the eye doctor (I can't remember their real name) and I got my pupils dilated and now my eyes are acting really weird. I can't read things close up! AAAAAHHHH!!!! Thanks to everyone who reviewed!!! Especially the Jewish Prongs who wrote "Go Dobby!" about 44 times! Anyway, I'm answering the question of one of the people who reviewed, the reason Harry was not happy to see James is because… well, just read this chapter and you'll find out. Also, Sirius and Harry have a HUGE fight. Enjoy!

J Malena J

The figure stood up when Harry opened the door.
"Who are you?" Harry asked suspiciously.

"Don't you recognize your godfather?" The man chuckled.

Harry gave a sigh of relief. It was only Sirius, his godfather.

"Sirius, don't drop in. If the Dursleys found you in here, they'll freak out!"

"Don't worry!" Sirius said. "I slipped a little something in their dinner. They're out cold."
"You poisoned my aunt, uncle and cousin!"

"I didn't poison them, I just help them get to sleep." Sirius said calmly. "Anyway, I need to talk to you about something important."

"Sure, what?"

"Your father." Harry rolled his eyes.

"Why do you hate him?" Sirius asked sternly, sitting back down.

"I never said I hated him," Harry said, frowning. "I'm just not… well, I just don't-"

"Is it because of what he did?" Sirius interrupted. "Because of him becoming a Death Eater? He was under a spell Harry, he couldn't control his actions."

"He was still in control of his actions when he practically sacrificed me to Voldemort." Harry said angrily, "He was still in control of his actions when he practically threw me to the Dark Lord! He's the reason his own wife is dead! I just don't trust him, and I don't know if I ever will!"

"Is that so?" Sirius asked. "Well I still trust him, even after what he did-"

"So! You're his best friend! I'm his own flesh and blood! I'm his son! I literally get sick to my stomach when I think about what he did-"

"He apologized to you! And you didn't even accept it-"

"If he can prove to me that he's sorry, I will accept his apology!" Sirius and Harry glared at each other for a moment.

"I'm going to leave now," Sirius snarled. "I'll write to you later."

"Fine," Harry replied angrily.

"Oh, here." Sirius threw something to Harry. "Your father sends his love."

Harry glared at Sirius, not looking at what he had caught.

Sirius climbed out of the window and jumped to a nearby tree. In an instant he had Disapparated.

About a minute after Sirius had left, Harry looked down at what Sirius had thrown. It was his Invisibility cloak. James had taken it the previous school year. Harry threw it angrily in his trunk, unable to look at in any longer, and lay down on his bed. He fell asleep a few minutes later, not even bothering to get undressed or to take off his glasses.

Harry woke up at around seven the next morning. Pig was fluttering over his head, making an earsplitting racket.

"Shhhh!" Harry said, snatching Pig out of the air. Pig continued to hoot.

Harry took the letter off of Pig's leg and read it hurriedly.

Harry,

The stuff in this packet is a shrinking powder. Put it on your trunk so you can take your trunk with you to Diagon Alley. When you come to the Burrow with us we will restore it to its original size. You only need to sprinkle a little on your trunk before you leave. Oh, and in the other packet is some Floo Powde, in case the Dursleys don't want you to go.

Ron

Harry took out two packets from the bottom of the envelope. One was labeled "Shrinking Powder" and the other was labeled "Floo Powder"…

The next day the Dursleys and Harry piled into the car.

"Where's your trunk?" Uncle Vernon snarled. Harry patted his pocket, where his trunk was.

"It's in your pocket? What do you think I am, an idiot?"

Harry pulled the trunk from his pocket and showed Uncle Vernon.

"Put that away!" Uncle Vernon snapped. Muttering something about "those darn weirdos" Uncle Vernon drove away from the house.

"Well, here we are," Uncle Vernon said when they had arrived at the mall. "Where's this Duejon Alley of yours?"

"Diagon," Harry corrected again, "One minute, it's around here somewhere." Harry and the Dursleys walked up and down the halls of the Mall. They passed the food court, an A&F, and a few book stores. Finally, Harry spotted the Leaky Cauldron.

"See you next summer," Harry said hurriedly, walking toward the Leaky Cauldron.

"Where are you going?" Uncle Vernon asked angrily.

Harry pointed at the Leaky Cauldron.

"You're going to the wall?"

"I told you, you can't see it, see you next summer," Harry repeated. He stepped inside the Leaky Cauldron and he heard the Dursleys gasping in shock.

Drab and dreary, as the Leaky Cauldron always looked, Harry was glad to be there, instead of back with the Dursleys.

"Hello 'arry," Tom, the innkeeper, said. "Can I get anything for ya'"

"No thanks," Harry said, walking out the back door of the leaky cauldron. He walked up to the brick wall and tapped it with his wand (he made sure that he didn't shrink it with the rest of his things). In an instant the wall opened, and Harry stepped through wall and into Diagon Alley.

There was the usual hustle and bustle. Several Hogwarts students were running around, buying their school supplies. Harry was keeping an eye out for Hermione and the Weasleys. His first stop was at Gringotts, the wizard's bank. After he emerged from Gringotts with a bag filled with gold, he went off in search of his friends.

He found Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan, two fellow Gryffindors, drooling over things in Quality Quidditch Supplies. He got glared at by Draco Malfoy in Eyelops Owl Emporium, and he was almost stampeded by the Creevy brothers.

About thirty minutes after Harry had arrived, Hermione did.

"You have no idea how happy I am to see you Harry!" Hermione exclaimed, throwing her arms around him. "I have so much to tell you! I am so excited about being Head Girl, my parents are so proud of me and-"

"Calm down, Hemione," Harry laughed, "Let's go find Ron, so you can tell him as well as me."

"Okay!" Hemione jogged off, with Harry following close behind. He couldn't remember a time when Hermione had ever been this hyper.

"Look! There they are!"

Sure enough, seven of the Weasleys were coming out of the Leaky Cauldron.

Bill seemed to have gotten a tongue ring, and Charlie had a few new burns. Percy was looking over some papers and muttering to himself, Fred and George weren't there. They were probably down at Gambol and Japes Wizarding Joke Shop, which was where they were working. Ron was there, taller and ganglier than ever, and then, there was Ginny, with her curly red hair and her gorgeous smile…

"Wow," Harry said to himself.

"Hey Harry," Ron said, walking up to him. "Hello Hermione. Where do you want to go first?"

"Flourish and Blotts!" Hermione said immediately. "I want to see what I can learn, so I can be the best Head Girl Hogwarts has ever seen!" Hermione sprinted off in the other direction. Ron rolled his eyes.

"Meet us at the Leaky Cauldron at six!" Mrs. Weasley called to Ron and Harry's retreating backs.

"'kay," Ron yelled.

A few minutes later, Ron and Harry found Hermione sitting on the floor between two of the bookshelves with a pile of books beside her.

"Are you going to read all of those in one sitting?" Harry asked.

"No," Hermione said, not looking up from the book she was reading.

Ron rolled his eyes again, before turning to Harry.

"How's Sirius lately?" Ron asked, lowering his voice.

"Sirius is fine," Harry said coldly. Ron could tell that something was wrong. Even Hermione looked up from her book.

"What's up?" Ron asked.

"Well, you see, Sirius and I had a fight."

"About what?" Hermione asked.

"James." Ron raised his eyebrows.

"What about him? Does Sirius know he's alive?"
"He does now, James went and saw him and Lupin."

"What?"

"Yep, and now their best buds again," Harry said bitterly, "I'm not ready to trust James yet, and Sirius is pressuring me into it."

"Oh." Ron and Hermione looked away.

"I'm gonna go get my books now," Harry said, walking down the isle.

"'kay."

Harry was almost to where all of the books by Miranda Goshawk were, but something caught his eye. Or rather, someone. James was leaning against the window, staring into the store.