Suddenly he heard a moan, announcing Ron's awakening. Ron yawned and
stretched, and then caught sight of Harry. A look came over Ron's face
although all the events from last night had suddenly come rushing back into
his mind. He looked away almost immediately, and shifted his gaze over to
Hermione who was still sleeping soundlessly on the other side of the couch.
There was an awkward silence.
"Should we go down for breakfast then?" Ron asked timidly, glancing at Harry.
Harry merely nodded. His thoughts were with Sirius, and would remain there for most of the day. Before he forgot, he made a mental note to go see Dumbledore later in the day. He wanted to tell him about his dream, of course, but he also wanted to know when Sirius' funeral would be, and also where he would be buried. Harry wondered if witches and wizards were buried in the same cemeteries as muggles. He guessed not, but he didn't know of another place where they would be.
Ron and Harry thought it best not to wake Hermione, as she really looked although she could use another few hours of sleep. When they entered the great hall, they were surprised to find some of the Slytherins, including Malfoy, already awake and eating breakfast at their table.
Harry was really not in the mood to get into anything with Malfoy, so he tried to slip by unnoticed. However, Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle weren't about to miss a chance to insult them. Malfoy came over with a look of superiority on his pale, drawling face. He waved a recent copy of the Daily Prophet in front of Harry's face tauntingly.
"Guess what the headlines are this morning, Potter?" he said, eyes glinting.
Harry kept his eyes down and served himself some eggs. He could only guess.
"'Black's Dead Body Anonymously Turned Into the Ministry of Magic'" Malfoy read, pausing dramatically after hurtful words such as 'dead'. "So, what do you think of that, Potter? You didn't really think that he would never be caught, did you? Or that his name would ever get cleared?" Malfoy sneered and dropped the paper on Harry's plate, and walked back to the Slytherin table.
Harry looked down at the paper and saw the picture of Sirius on the front page. His eyes began to well up with tears. He was about to get up and leave so as not to be seen by anyone, especially not Malfoy, when he felt a strong hand on his shoulder.
He turned and saw a tall figure in and emerald green cloak with a long white beard and sparkling gold-rimmed half-moon glasses through a blur of tears.
"Harry," Dumbledore said. "I'd like to see you in my office for a moment, if you please."
Harry nodded silently, and got up from the table with a quick 'See you later' to Ron. He followed Dumbledore to his office where he entered and sat down in front of Dumbledore's desk. He heard the door click shut behind him, as Dumbledore made his way over to his desk and sat down, staring at Harry intently, although he expected him to initiate conversation.
"Professor," Harry began. "I had a dream last night. And seeing as how my dreams are usually true .. I thought it best to tell you about it."
"Yes," Dumbledore answered. "Was it by any chance about Sirius, Harry?"
"Well, yes," Harry replied, surprised. He continued talking and explained the dream in detail, from what Sirius seemed to be trying to tell him to the flashes of green lightning and high pitched laughter which usually represented Voldemort.
When he was finished, Dumbledore nodded and looked although he was in deep concentration. "Well, Harry, I do believe that Sirius was certainly trying to communicate a message to you .. something important, definitely." He said. "I believe that he will succeed in communicating this message eventually, if not through a dream, then directly. The ones that we love never truly leave us. I think you have learned that by now. Sirius will be back, Harry. Just you wait and see."
And with that final remark, Dumbledore stood up and Harry knew at once that it was time for him to leave. He nodded and left the room silently, Dumbledore's words ringing in the back of his head. What was he supposed to make of that? Sirius was dead. How could he come back? Harry shook his head. I'll just have to wait and see, he thought.
"Should we go down for breakfast then?" Ron asked timidly, glancing at Harry.
Harry merely nodded. His thoughts were with Sirius, and would remain there for most of the day. Before he forgot, he made a mental note to go see Dumbledore later in the day. He wanted to tell him about his dream, of course, but he also wanted to know when Sirius' funeral would be, and also where he would be buried. Harry wondered if witches and wizards were buried in the same cemeteries as muggles. He guessed not, but he didn't know of another place where they would be.
Ron and Harry thought it best not to wake Hermione, as she really looked although she could use another few hours of sleep. When they entered the great hall, they were surprised to find some of the Slytherins, including Malfoy, already awake and eating breakfast at their table.
Harry was really not in the mood to get into anything with Malfoy, so he tried to slip by unnoticed. However, Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle weren't about to miss a chance to insult them. Malfoy came over with a look of superiority on his pale, drawling face. He waved a recent copy of the Daily Prophet in front of Harry's face tauntingly.
"Guess what the headlines are this morning, Potter?" he said, eyes glinting.
Harry kept his eyes down and served himself some eggs. He could only guess.
"'Black's Dead Body Anonymously Turned Into the Ministry of Magic'" Malfoy read, pausing dramatically after hurtful words such as 'dead'. "So, what do you think of that, Potter? You didn't really think that he would never be caught, did you? Or that his name would ever get cleared?" Malfoy sneered and dropped the paper on Harry's plate, and walked back to the Slytherin table.
Harry looked down at the paper and saw the picture of Sirius on the front page. His eyes began to well up with tears. He was about to get up and leave so as not to be seen by anyone, especially not Malfoy, when he felt a strong hand on his shoulder.
He turned and saw a tall figure in and emerald green cloak with a long white beard and sparkling gold-rimmed half-moon glasses through a blur of tears.
"Harry," Dumbledore said. "I'd like to see you in my office for a moment, if you please."
Harry nodded silently, and got up from the table with a quick 'See you later' to Ron. He followed Dumbledore to his office where he entered and sat down in front of Dumbledore's desk. He heard the door click shut behind him, as Dumbledore made his way over to his desk and sat down, staring at Harry intently, although he expected him to initiate conversation.
"Professor," Harry began. "I had a dream last night. And seeing as how my dreams are usually true .. I thought it best to tell you about it."
"Yes," Dumbledore answered. "Was it by any chance about Sirius, Harry?"
"Well, yes," Harry replied, surprised. He continued talking and explained the dream in detail, from what Sirius seemed to be trying to tell him to the flashes of green lightning and high pitched laughter which usually represented Voldemort.
When he was finished, Dumbledore nodded and looked although he was in deep concentration. "Well, Harry, I do believe that Sirius was certainly trying to communicate a message to you .. something important, definitely." He said. "I believe that he will succeed in communicating this message eventually, if not through a dream, then directly. The ones that we love never truly leave us. I think you have learned that by now. Sirius will be back, Harry. Just you wait and see."
And with that final remark, Dumbledore stood up and Harry knew at once that it was time for him to leave. He nodded and left the room silently, Dumbledore's words ringing in the back of his head. What was he supposed to make of that? Sirius was dead. How could he come back? Harry shook his head. I'll just have to wait and see, he thought.