Harry slammed dazedly into the ground, his head pounding. He blinked
several times until his eyes had adjusted to the dim light in the cave.
He found the fissure Sirius had mentioned and peered at it, disbelieving. A house-elf wouldn't have been able to fit through it. He tried to push himself and his trunk through, and found the fissure wasn't as small as it seemed. He came out on the other side of the tunnel and entered a small but neat little room. It had two puffy chairs, a small table, a floor rug and a pale blue, shimmering plant.
He set his trunk down and sat on one of the chairs, wondering where Buckbeak, the hippogriff Sirius had been sharing the cave with, was. He noticed three other small fissures in the wall and went to explore the rest of the cave. The first tunnel led to a small office with a desk, several books and many letters as the only furnishings. The second room was larger, but unremarkable, it was furnished with a bed, a dresser and a clock. A muggle clock. The third room was another bedroom but Harry supposed it was Sirius' because of the yellowed newspapers and other miscellaneous articles that seemed to have been chewed by a dog. A large black dog, to be specific. Harry left the room, grabbed his things and took them into the other bedroom. He looked around the room and sat on the bed; he must have dozed because he woke up to the smell of toast coming from the main room. He left his bedroom and followed his nose. Sirius was sitting on one of the blue chairs, eating.
"Hey, Sirius."
Sirius smiled, "Afternoon Harry, would you like something to eat?"
Harry realised that he was ravenous, nodding yes he sat down and grabbed a piece of toast. Sirius had obviously been shopping, he was wearing new robes and had a haircut, he also had a wand.
He noticed Harry looking at the wand and smiled, "The first time I've had a wand in fifteen years.
"Made yourself at home have you Harry?"
"Yeah, this place isn't to shabby, where's Buckbeak?"
"Buckbeak has been sent to a Hippogriff relocation site or some such thing."
"Oh, how come you never told me that you had all this room, there I was, feeling sorry for poor ickle Sirius and you have yourself a neat little flat."
Sirius laughed. "Actually Remus, Dumbledore and Arabella came over, the decided you couldn't live in a tiny one room cave…never gave a second thought to me," he said, pretending to cry.
"What are all the letters in that office?"
"I'm surprised you didn't read them yourself, the letters are mostly correspondence between Dumbledore and myself, although a few of them are letters of apology from ministry members and several are letters regarding the demise of a certain midget boy in glasses."
"Hey!"
Sirius grinned, "Take it as a compliment, you look like your father, although I'm not sure why you would find that complimentary, I was always the handsome one…"
"Sure, whatever. What were the letters of apology?"
"When someone is convicted of a crime and they are later proven innocent it's traditional for the ministry to send letters of apology."
"What will happen to Pettigrew?"
Sirius frowned, "He is in Azkaban, awaiting the Dementors Kiss."
"Oh." Harry said, unable to think of another reply, then, "Why didn't you get the Kiss?"
"I won't lie to you Harry, there were many people who wanted me to get the Kiss, your mother and father were extremely popular. But there were also people who opposed it, Dumbledore for one. Actually it was Dumbledore who really saved me." He stopped and shook his head sadly.
Harry choked out the words that had haunted him since he found out the truth behind Sirius, "Where was Lupin?"
"Remus was under constant watch Harry. He couldn't speak out, if he had chances are, he would have been arrested. People were suspicious, if he had said something they would have said that he was in a league with me. And anyways, he didn't know that I was innocent. As to where he was, I don't know, I do know that he was unable to come in contact with you until you reached the age of eleven. Ministry rule," he added, seeing Harry's puzzled look. "I don't know why he didn't turn up in your first year, nor do I know why he did not try to send a letter, or inform you of his existence, that you'll have to ask him."
They sat in silence for a while before Harry asked the question he had been dreading, he wasn't sure how Sirius would react and he certainly didn't want him to be angry but it burned in Harry's mind until he could stand it no more. "Why didn't anyone tell me my father had a sister?"
Sirius took a shaky breath. "The letter Harry, the letter."
"What letter? What are you talking about?"
"Dumbledore wrote a note to the Dursleys. Oh god, they never read it. They never read the letter did they?"
Now Sirius seemed to be talking to himself and Harry had no idea what he meant.
Sirius remembered Harry was sitting there and he turned back to face him. "When you were left at the Dursleys Dumbledore left a letter, it explained everything. About me, your parents, Julia, everything. They never even read it."
Harry remembered the summer after third year, "When I told Uncle Vernon I had a god-father he didn't believe me. He didn't know."
"I need to send and owl to Dumbledore. We can talk later."
"About everything?" Harry asked.
Sirius paused. "Everything, Julia, me, everything. I have to send an owl to Dumbledore though, so just, be patient. Please."
Harry nodded, "Alright."
"Thank you." Sirius said softly, leaving the room.
Harry just nodded and went back to his slightly chilled toast.
Sorry about the short chapter. I'll write more soon.
-Sabriel(the defender)
He found the fissure Sirius had mentioned and peered at it, disbelieving. A house-elf wouldn't have been able to fit through it. He tried to push himself and his trunk through, and found the fissure wasn't as small as it seemed. He came out on the other side of the tunnel and entered a small but neat little room. It had two puffy chairs, a small table, a floor rug and a pale blue, shimmering plant.
He set his trunk down and sat on one of the chairs, wondering where Buckbeak, the hippogriff Sirius had been sharing the cave with, was. He noticed three other small fissures in the wall and went to explore the rest of the cave. The first tunnel led to a small office with a desk, several books and many letters as the only furnishings. The second room was larger, but unremarkable, it was furnished with a bed, a dresser and a clock. A muggle clock. The third room was another bedroom but Harry supposed it was Sirius' because of the yellowed newspapers and other miscellaneous articles that seemed to have been chewed by a dog. A large black dog, to be specific. Harry left the room, grabbed his things and took them into the other bedroom. He looked around the room and sat on the bed; he must have dozed because he woke up to the smell of toast coming from the main room. He left his bedroom and followed his nose. Sirius was sitting on one of the blue chairs, eating.
"Hey, Sirius."
Sirius smiled, "Afternoon Harry, would you like something to eat?"
Harry realised that he was ravenous, nodding yes he sat down and grabbed a piece of toast. Sirius had obviously been shopping, he was wearing new robes and had a haircut, he also had a wand.
He noticed Harry looking at the wand and smiled, "The first time I've had a wand in fifteen years.
"Made yourself at home have you Harry?"
"Yeah, this place isn't to shabby, where's Buckbeak?"
"Buckbeak has been sent to a Hippogriff relocation site or some such thing."
"Oh, how come you never told me that you had all this room, there I was, feeling sorry for poor ickle Sirius and you have yourself a neat little flat."
Sirius laughed. "Actually Remus, Dumbledore and Arabella came over, the decided you couldn't live in a tiny one room cave…never gave a second thought to me," he said, pretending to cry.
"What are all the letters in that office?"
"I'm surprised you didn't read them yourself, the letters are mostly correspondence between Dumbledore and myself, although a few of them are letters of apology from ministry members and several are letters regarding the demise of a certain midget boy in glasses."
"Hey!"
Sirius grinned, "Take it as a compliment, you look like your father, although I'm not sure why you would find that complimentary, I was always the handsome one…"
"Sure, whatever. What were the letters of apology?"
"When someone is convicted of a crime and they are later proven innocent it's traditional for the ministry to send letters of apology."
"What will happen to Pettigrew?"
Sirius frowned, "He is in Azkaban, awaiting the Dementors Kiss."
"Oh." Harry said, unable to think of another reply, then, "Why didn't you get the Kiss?"
"I won't lie to you Harry, there were many people who wanted me to get the Kiss, your mother and father were extremely popular. But there were also people who opposed it, Dumbledore for one. Actually it was Dumbledore who really saved me." He stopped and shook his head sadly.
Harry choked out the words that had haunted him since he found out the truth behind Sirius, "Where was Lupin?"
"Remus was under constant watch Harry. He couldn't speak out, if he had chances are, he would have been arrested. People were suspicious, if he had said something they would have said that he was in a league with me. And anyways, he didn't know that I was innocent. As to where he was, I don't know, I do know that he was unable to come in contact with you until you reached the age of eleven. Ministry rule," he added, seeing Harry's puzzled look. "I don't know why he didn't turn up in your first year, nor do I know why he did not try to send a letter, or inform you of his existence, that you'll have to ask him."
They sat in silence for a while before Harry asked the question he had been dreading, he wasn't sure how Sirius would react and he certainly didn't want him to be angry but it burned in Harry's mind until he could stand it no more. "Why didn't anyone tell me my father had a sister?"
Sirius took a shaky breath. "The letter Harry, the letter."
"What letter? What are you talking about?"
"Dumbledore wrote a note to the Dursleys. Oh god, they never read it. They never read the letter did they?"
Now Sirius seemed to be talking to himself and Harry had no idea what he meant.
Sirius remembered Harry was sitting there and he turned back to face him. "When you were left at the Dursleys Dumbledore left a letter, it explained everything. About me, your parents, Julia, everything. They never even read it."
Harry remembered the summer after third year, "When I told Uncle Vernon I had a god-father he didn't believe me. He didn't know."
"I need to send and owl to Dumbledore. We can talk later."
"About everything?" Harry asked.
Sirius paused. "Everything, Julia, me, everything. I have to send an owl to Dumbledore though, so just, be patient. Please."
Harry nodded, "Alright."
"Thank you." Sirius said softly, leaving the room.
Harry just nodded and went back to his slightly chilled toast.
Sorry about the short chapter. I'll write more soon.
-Sabriel(the defender)