A/N: Hope you like this new chapter. Contains romance and scar pain.
A Nameless Rose
Chapter Four: Skull-Breaking Death
Harry and Ginny couldn't talk for about a minute, but Harry finally said, "That's not possible. Sirius would never do such a thing. He's too scared to go back to Azkaban. He wouldn't provoke the Council into sending him back. He's just not like that." Harry was waiting for a return statement from Hagrid when Ginny spoke.
"Do you really think it was Sirius?" Ginny asked Hagrid.
All they got out of Hagrid was, "Eyes don't deceive."
All was quiet for a while until Ginny said, "Well, aren't you going to try to put the fire out."
"It's a magical, water-repellant fire, Ginny. It don' go out unless it wants ter, and trust me, it don' want ter," Hagrid replied. "I'll just have ter say goodbye ter the old cabin and all that's inside it, including Fang."
"Fang's still inside?!" Harry shouted. Harry was about to run in when Hagrid caught the back of his clothes.
"Don' go inside!" Hagrid yelled. "If you catch fire, you could die because it wouldn' go out till in burns you ter death." Just then they heard a loud howl from inside the house. Hagrid started bawling. "There goes Fang. I love you, Fangy-poo!"
"I'm so sorry, Hagrid," Ginny said, patting his back gingerly.
"S'okay, Ginny," Hagrid said. "It was time for him ter die. He was very old and sick."
Harry had just remembered what he was here for. "I'll be off now. Business to take care of. Ginny, you stay here with Hagrid."
"No," Ginny said, "I'm coming with you."
Harry rolled his eyes, but he was really impressed by her bravery. They both grabbed their Firebolts and took of towards the front entrance of Hogwarts. When they got there, they laid there broomsticks down by the door and Harry turned the knob on the door. It would budge. "It's locked," Harry said, taking out his wand. He was glad that he remembered to bring his wand. "Alohomora!" he said tapping the lock. The knob turned and the door opened ajar.
Harry pushed the door quietly and stepped in, Ginny trailing directly next to him. Harry felt a strange presence, a strange, yet very familiar, presence. It felt like someone was whispering in his ear, but with no words. He felt a slight tingling on his scar. He heard an odd warp music in the distance, but it started getting louder. The louder it got, the more painful the sudden jabbings in his forehead were. The music got louder and louder and LOUDER.
Harry clasped his scar. He realized that he was on his knees and Ginny was kneeling beside him with her arm around him. Ginny probably knew what was going on because this happened in front on her before. "Are you okay, Harry?" Ginny whispered in his ear.
Harry tilted his head her way, and nodded. They were both startled about the position they were in, but Harry took advantage of it. He leaned in slowly, and tilted his head to the side. Ginny closed her eyes, so did Harry. Right when they were about to close in, somebody said, "In love, are we?"
Harry was rolling on the ground, clutching his scar. He was sure Voldemort said that, because his scar wouldn't be hurting so much if it wasn't, but it sounded so much like Sirius. "Get lost, Sirius!" Ginny yelled.
"Aw, but why would you talk to your 'boyfriend's' godfather like that," Sirius said. "It's just not polite."
"For all I know, you're not Sirius at all," Ginny said. "Sirius wouldn't do such a thing. Unless. . ."
"Unless what? Unless my story in Harry's third year was a phony just to get me out of Azkaban. Unless my nice era was just an act. It was!" Sirius said with wide eyes. He looked murderous at the moment. "They say to kill someone, you need to kill his heart first. That was exactly what I was doing."
Ginny was picking Harry up. "Run!" she shouted. Harry and Ginny started running the fastest they've ever ran in their life. They were full of adrenaline and couldn't wait to get away from the beast who called himself Harry's godfather.
They ran until Ginny said, "I think we've lost him." They had no idea where they were, or what they were about to encounter, but they knew that they'd lost Sirius. They knew that they were in some kind of corridor, but they didn't know which corridor or which floor they were on. So, they just walked down the corridor until they heard someone moaning nearby. They followed the voice until they reached. . .
"Sirius!" Harry yelled. "Stop playing games! You were just behind us!" Harry looked behind him and saw nothing.
"I-I." Sirius said. Sirius was trying to speak. He was on the ground, obviously in pain. There was an unnatural-looking bald spot on the side of his head. There was also blood dripping down his forehead and from his nose and lip.
"Sirius, are you okay?" Harry said, suddenly hit with overwhelming concern for the stage his godfather was in.
"It wasn't me," Sirius said, and that was practically all that could come out of him. He pointed to the bald patch and picked up an empty tube on the ground.
"What does this all mean?" Ginny asked Harry.
"I don't know," Harry said, "but I'm sure going to figure out. Sirius, try to talk! Please try."
Sirius opened his mouth and a wheezy note came out of his mouth and he coughed up blood. Sirius wasn't okay. He needed help quickly or he might. . .he might. . .Harry didn't even want to think about it. "Can you walk?" Harry asked. All he got was a shake, but the determined man tried to stand. He sturdied his feet and lifted himself on wobbly knees. He stood for about five seconds, but fell again. And when he fell, he hit his head on the stone floor. . .HARD!
Sirius let out a voiceless, yet painful scream with breath that echoed throughout the abandoned corridor. Then, all the sudden, Sirius rolled his eyes and they froze shut. Cold and dark.
"Is he.?" Ginny asked, unable to say "dead."
Harry got into his knees, face full of tears. "NOOOOOOOOOOO!"
A Nameless Rose
Chapter Four: Skull-Breaking Death
Harry and Ginny couldn't talk for about a minute, but Harry finally said, "That's not possible. Sirius would never do such a thing. He's too scared to go back to Azkaban. He wouldn't provoke the Council into sending him back. He's just not like that." Harry was waiting for a return statement from Hagrid when Ginny spoke.
"Do you really think it was Sirius?" Ginny asked Hagrid.
All they got out of Hagrid was, "Eyes don't deceive."
All was quiet for a while until Ginny said, "Well, aren't you going to try to put the fire out."
"It's a magical, water-repellant fire, Ginny. It don' go out unless it wants ter, and trust me, it don' want ter," Hagrid replied. "I'll just have ter say goodbye ter the old cabin and all that's inside it, including Fang."
"Fang's still inside?!" Harry shouted. Harry was about to run in when Hagrid caught the back of his clothes.
"Don' go inside!" Hagrid yelled. "If you catch fire, you could die because it wouldn' go out till in burns you ter death." Just then they heard a loud howl from inside the house. Hagrid started bawling. "There goes Fang. I love you, Fangy-poo!"
"I'm so sorry, Hagrid," Ginny said, patting his back gingerly.
"S'okay, Ginny," Hagrid said. "It was time for him ter die. He was very old and sick."
Harry had just remembered what he was here for. "I'll be off now. Business to take care of. Ginny, you stay here with Hagrid."
"No," Ginny said, "I'm coming with you."
Harry rolled his eyes, but he was really impressed by her bravery. They both grabbed their Firebolts and took of towards the front entrance of Hogwarts. When they got there, they laid there broomsticks down by the door and Harry turned the knob on the door. It would budge. "It's locked," Harry said, taking out his wand. He was glad that he remembered to bring his wand. "Alohomora!" he said tapping the lock. The knob turned and the door opened ajar.
Harry pushed the door quietly and stepped in, Ginny trailing directly next to him. Harry felt a strange presence, a strange, yet very familiar, presence. It felt like someone was whispering in his ear, but with no words. He felt a slight tingling on his scar. He heard an odd warp music in the distance, but it started getting louder. The louder it got, the more painful the sudden jabbings in his forehead were. The music got louder and louder and LOUDER.
Harry clasped his scar. He realized that he was on his knees and Ginny was kneeling beside him with her arm around him. Ginny probably knew what was going on because this happened in front on her before. "Are you okay, Harry?" Ginny whispered in his ear.
Harry tilted his head her way, and nodded. They were both startled about the position they were in, but Harry took advantage of it. He leaned in slowly, and tilted his head to the side. Ginny closed her eyes, so did Harry. Right when they were about to close in, somebody said, "In love, are we?"
Harry was rolling on the ground, clutching his scar. He was sure Voldemort said that, because his scar wouldn't be hurting so much if it wasn't, but it sounded so much like Sirius. "Get lost, Sirius!" Ginny yelled.
"Aw, but why would you talk to your 'boyfriend's' godfather like that," Sirius said. "It's just not polite."
"For all I know, you're not Sirius at all," Ginny said. "Sirius wouldn't do such a thing. Unless. . ."
"Unless what? Unless my story in Harry's third year was a phony just to get me out of Azkaban. Unless my nice era was just an act. It was!" Sirius said with wide eyes. He looked murderous at the moment. "They say to kill someone, you need to kill his heart first. That was exactly what I was doing."
Ginny was picking Harry up. "Run!" she shouted. Harry and Ginny started running the fastest they've ever ran in their life. They were full of adrenaline and couldn't wait to get away from the beast who called himself Harry's godfather.
They ran until Ginny said, "I think we've lost him." They had no idea where they were, or what they were about to encounter, but they knew that they'd lost Sirius. They knew that they were in some kind of corridor, but they didn't know which corridor or which floor they were on. So, they just walked down the corridor until they heard someone moaning nearby. They followed the voice until they reached. . .
"Sirius!" Harry yelled. "Stop playing games! You were just behind us!" Harry looked behind him and saw nothing.
"I-I." Sirius said. Sirius was trying to speak. He was on the ground, obviously in pain. There was an unnatural-looking bald spot on the side of his head. There was also blood dripping down his forehead and from his nose and lip.
"Sirius, are you okay?" Harry said, suddenly hit with overwhelming concern for the stage his godfather was in.
"It wasn't me," Sirius said, and that was practically all that could come out of him. He pointed to the bald patch and picked up an empty tube on the ground.
"What does this all mean?" Ginny asked Harry.
"I don't know," Harry said, "but I'm sure going to figure out. Sirius, try to talk! Please try."
Sirius opened his mouth and a wheezy note came out of his mouth and he coughed up blood. Sirius wasn't okay. He needed help quickly or he might. . .he might. . .Harry didn't even want to think about it. "Can you walk?" Harry asked. All he got was a shake, but the determined man tried to stand. He sturdied his feet and lifted himself on wobbly knees. He stood for about five seconds, but fell again. And when he fell, he hit his head on the stone floor. . .HARD!
Sirius let out a voiceless, yet painful scream with breath that echoed throughout the abandoned corridor. Then, all the sudden, Sirius rolled his eyes and they froze shut. Cold and dark.
"Is he.?" Ginny asked, unable to say "dead."
Harry got into his knees, face full of tears. "NOOOOOOOOOOO!"