He picked up the letter excitedly and tore it open. Seeing his godfather's
handwriting he gave a sigh of relief. So Sirius was o.k. –for now. He
read nervously,
"Dear Harry,
I'm fine, I have been very busy gathering up the old crew –many old memories have been recollected- anway, I am in a safe location that I can't reveal to you now in case this were to be intercepted. I can't write for long; other business calls, ever since Vodemoort's return we all have been very busy but I wanted to tell you to be careful and not spend your time worrying about me."
"It's kind of hard not to" Harry muttered to himself. He continued reading,
"I need to go but I will try to write or contact you soon. If there are any problems with your scar notify Professor Dumbledore immediately.
Sirius"
Harry scanned the letter again and then re-read the lines that had interested him.
"I have been busy gathering up the old crew. . . we all have been very busy. . ."
"Who was the we?" Harry wondered aloud. He thought back to that horrible night he didn't like to remember. Quick flashes of Cedric dying, Voldemort rising, returning to Hogwarts with everyone screaming, and then "Moody" transforming into Crouch Jr. Finally, Harry recalled what he had been searching for, Dumbledore's request to Sirius. . . gathering up the old crew. . . what had his words been? He thought hard. . .
"Sirius I need you to set off at once. You are to alert Remus Lupin, Arabella Figg, Mundungus Fletcher –the old crew. Lie low at Lupin's for a while; I will contact you there."
Arabella Figg, Arabella Figg. . . could that possibly be Mrs. Figg, the Durselys neighbor? Well, she does love cats, and she isn't exactly normal. That could also explain why the tent Mr. Weasley had borrowed from Perkins for the Quidditch World Cup was furnished so much like Mrs. Figg's house including the smell of cats. Could Perkins be her brother or cousin and the tent had once belonged to her? Or was Harry just stretching the facts and maybe hoping that there had been a fellow magical person in this community? If he could get the Dursleys to tell him Mrs. Figg's first name he could tell. After all, Arabella Figg wasn't exactly a name you hear every day. Thinking of the Dursleys reminded him of his earlier problem of when to ask about the Wasley's coming to get him. Just as he wasd sitting down to think, another owl swooped in and dropped another letter on his desk. Harry opened it and read a birthday card from Hermione as well as opened apack of chocolate frogs, Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Jelly Beans and a few sugar free snacks. Harry glanced at his watch again, 7:03.
Just then, he heard Dudley racing down the steps and to his disappointment only to find orange and apple slices on his plate. As Harry walked down the steps after him and sat down at his spot he found the a few mealy apple slice and no oranges. He slipped the apple in his pocket to feed to Hedwig later (she loved mealy slices) and deciding to start on his snacks from Hermione.
There will be more on the next post I promise!!
"Dear Harry,
I'm fine, I have been very busy gathering up the old crew –many old memories have been recollected- anway, I am in a safe location that I can't reveal to you now in case this were to be intercepted. I can't write for long; other business calls, ever since Vodemoort's return we all have been very busy but I wanted to tell you to be careful and not spend your time worrying about me."
"It's kind of hard not to" Harry muttered to himself. He continued reading,
"I need to go but I will try to write or contact you soon. If there are any problems with your scar notify Professor Dumbledore immediately.
Sirius"
Harry scanned the letter again and then re-read the lines that had interested him.
"I have been busy gathering up the old crew. . . we all have been very busy. . ."
"Who was the we?" Harry wondered aloud. He thought back to that horrible night he didn't like to remember. Quick flashes of Cedric dying, Voldemort rising, returning to Hogwarts with everyone screaming, and then "Moody" transforming into Crouch Jr. Finally, Harry recalled what he had been searching for, Dumbledore's request to Sirius. . . gathering up the old crew. . . what had his words been? He thought hard. . .
"Sirius I need you to set off at once. You are to alert Remus Lupin, Arabella Figg, Mundungus Fletcher –the old crew. Lie low at Lupin's for a while; I will contact you there."
Arabella Figg, Arabella Figg. . . could that possibly be Mrs. Figg, the Durselys neighbor? Well, she does love cats, and she isn't exactly normal. That could also explain why the tent Mr. Weasley had borrowed from Perkins for the Quidditch World Cup was furnished so much like Mrs. Figg's house including the smell of cats. Could Perkins be her brother or cousin and the tent had once belonged to her? Or was Harry just stretching the facts and maybe hoping that there had been a fellow magical person in this community? If he could get the Dursleys to tell him Mrs. Figg's first name he could tell. After all, Arabella Figg wasn't exactly a name you hear every day. Thinking of the Dursleys reminded him of his earlier problem of when to ask about the Wasley's coming to get him. Just as he wasd sitting down to think, another owl swooped in and dropped another letter on his desk. Harry opened it and read a birthday card from Hermione as well as opened apack of chocolate frogs, Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Jelly Beans and a few sugar free snacks. Harry glanced at his watch again, 7:03.
Just then, he heard Dudley racing down the steps and to his disappointment only to find orange and apple slices on his plate. As Harry walked down the steps after him and sat down at his spot he found the a few mealy apple slice and no oranges. He slipped the apple in his pocket to feed to Hedwig later (she loved mealy slices) and deciding to start on his snacks from Hermione.
There will be more on the next post I promise!!