Hey! Thank you to Amy for reviewing my story! In response to it, I know I said I wasn't going to do a sequel but I got this idea during AP History and I liked it so I went with it. And I swear this one has some action in it… the first chapter was setting things up! So I hope you like it, please R/R! I don't own Harry Potter, J. K. Rowling does!
Harry attended an Order meeting a few days after his birthday. He went by Floo Powder to Hogwarts around midnight. Sirius and Remus were already there having Apparated a few hours earlier in order to talk with Dumbledore.
"Hey Remus you think the 16 year old kid has grown since we last saw him?" Sirius asked when Harry came in.
"I think so," Remus agreed smiling. "He'll be as tall as James I think."
Harry was now up with Sirius's shoulder, Sirius looked down at his godson, "You might." He put an arm around Harry. "Lets go get our seats."
When everyone arrived and was seated Dumbledore started the meeting. He greeted everyone and then seriously said, "I have just received word on a surprise attack this Saturday in Longtree Village. I'm going to send about 10 of you to protect it."
"I'll go," Mundungus volunteered.
"We will," Sirius stood up and motioned to him and Remus.
"Me too!" Harry stood up next to his godfather.
"No you won't," Dumbledore told him. "Seat down."
"My choice isn't it?"
"You're 16, the choice to go or not is mine and your godfathers," said Dumbledore seriously.
"If the choice is my godfathers," Harry snapped back. "I'll never go no matter my age."
"I'll go Albus," Arabella Figg stood up and continued with the meeting.
Harry slumped back down in his seat, "Not fair." He whispered.
When the meeting was over Dumbledore came over to their seats. "I have told you before Harry that you are too young. Wait until you graduate and then no one will hold you back."
"If I have to wait until I graduate," Harry said. "Then why am I here? Why am I part of the Order if you have only let me in one battle! I'm willing to fight."
"I let you in because it is your right t know who is helping the fight so when you graduate not everything is new. You have to know who your allies are. You have also started on your training which will help."
"I can go on the attacks," Harry told him. "I can do it."
"When you graduate you can," Dumbledore repeated. "I hope to Merlin you will never have to fight but I know that is false hope that it will be over in 2 years."
"Lets go Harry," Sirius got up seeing the Headmaster weary. Harry left with Sirius and Remus without another look or word to Dumbledore.
As they came through the fire in the Potter Mansion Sirius looked at Harry, "He's right you know."
"I'm not a child anymore," Harry snapped.
"Yes you are."
"No I'm not," Harry argued back.
"I'm your guardian," Sirius said hotly. "You will always be a child."
"You're not my father!" Harry yelled.
"I'm your godfather!" Sirius yelled. "I'm basically your father!"
"So where have you been all my life godfather? You suddenly come into my life and decide to control it!"
"Harry."
"I don't need you controlling my life!" Harry yelled and ran up to his room and slammed the door behind him.
Remus who had come after Sirius in the fire lingered by the fireplace. "He didn't mean that Padfoot."
Sirius glanced back at Remus, "And what if he did?"
"I'll talk to him."
**
The next morning Remus got up early. He thought he had heard noises downstairs. He grabbed a robe and throwing it on went downstairs. Harry was in the dining room being served tea.
"Good morning," Remus said as cheerfully as he could.
"Morning." Harry replied grumpily.
"Can I talk to you?" Remus asked sitting down.
Harry's eyebrows raised and he shrugged. "He means well. He is a bit over protective but I know when he thinks you are totally ready and have had all the material taught you to he won't stand in the way.
"I'm ready now," Harry told him.
"You are still in school," Remus reminded him. "There is so much you need to learn. Your day will come."
"I just hate having people risking their lives in this fight when I'm the one who can stop him but no I have to stay in the background because I'm in school," Harry argued. "People are dying for no reason and I can't help."
"Understandable but you can't risk your life right now. When you graduate you will go through the Order training and then you will be ready. Everyone thinks they are ready until they get out there and they realize I can't do this."
"I've seen death," Harry reminded him. "I can handle it."
"Harry I have been doing this for 5 years in total and I am not used to it," said Remus. "No one gets used to it."
"I'm not you."
"True but listen to me, enjoy life while you can and when you graduate no one will hold you back."
"That's 2 years away."
"I'm sorry Harry, but you know you are lucky to be in the Order. We do not expect 16 year olds usually. You have to graduate first."
"So basically for two years while I'm sitting in school safe as anything people are dying. I'm the one he wants; I should be fighting trying to defeat him. None of you can do it, I'm the Heir of Gryffindor this is my battle. Why should people be dying if I'm not fighting!" Harry vented.
'Harry this is somewhat your fight yes but right now we need to keep you alive. We can't risk anything stupid happening to you which results in your death."
"I can take care of myself," Harry said his voice getting louder.
"Just sit by Harry, train, prepare and graduate and then you can fight."
"I can't sit by when people are dying! Why can't you and Sirius understand that?"
"Harry just calm down," Remus told him.
Harry stormed out of the room without another word.
**
"Sirius Black how good to see you again," a tall man dressed in black robes stood in front of a man, Sirius who was standing against a wall his hands chained to it. "Your old friend Wormtail has told me so much about you over the years. He admired you once, you and that Potter, and I mean to take care of you as I did Potter."
"Screw you Voldemort!" Sirius spat in his face.
"Bravery, just like Potter," Voldemort hissed. "You will pay for that Black!" He stared into Sirius's eyes; "They said you were my second in command, that you would have so much power when I took over, what fools. You have too much of that Gryffindor bravery in you. Pity, you can't be like your parents."
"I'll never be like my parents, I could stoop that low to kiss your feet and ass," Sirius snarled.
"Before you die you will be begging me to let you kiss my feet," Voldemort hissed. "Crucio!"
Harry jerked away he was sweating. He looked around him; he was in his bed in the Mansion. He thought about his dream, Sirius was there he was being tortured by Voldemort. Did Dumbledore know? Was it true? Was it the future? The past? His scar hurt… what was going on?
"Its Sunday!" Harry yelled. They had went to that village the night before. He got out of bed and grabbed a robe. Sirius could have been captured. He had the talk to Dumbledore he had to know.
He ran to the fireplace across the room and threw some powder into the roaring fire. "Professor Dumbledore, Hogwarts!" He fidgeted around waiting for Dumbledore. "Professor Dumbledore!" He called again but he didn't come. He ran around his room getting dressed. He ran downstairs and threw some Floo Powder in and yelled, "Hogwarts, Professor Dumbledore's office!"
He looked around as he fell threw the fireplace. He got up and called for Dumbledore. He was growing very impatient. He called again and this time for a door behind his desk Dumbledore appeared looking tired and, as though he hadn't slept all night.
"Where is Sirius?" Harry asked rushing up to his desk.
"What?" Dumbledore asked.
"Where is my godfather?" asked Harry. "I had a dream! What happened!"
Dumbledore took a seat and leaned back. He sighed heavily. He looked as old as he had right before Voldemort had attacked the year before. "You know of course of the attack last night. Sirius was taken captive."
"I knew it!" Harry slammed his fist down on the desk. "Have you found him?"
"Everyone is out looking for him," Dumbledore told him, "you must understand that he could be anywhere in this world."
"He's being tortured!" Harry yelled. "He needs my help! Let me help find him!"
"No Harry," Dumbledore shook his head. "You will go back to the Mansion and wait there. This is no time for heroics. We will do everything we can for Sirius and we will get him back."
"I have to help," Harry pleaded. "He needs me."
"No."
"Professor I can help!"
"No." Dumbledore stood up; "I have everyone looking for him. Go back to the Mansion, I believe Ron and Hermione are coming today?"
Harry looked at Dumbledore, how could he be thinking about that now. "I guess." He shook his head not caring.
"Go home Harry and have a good time with your friends. Don't be surprised if people come by to make sure you are okay."
"But Sirius."
"Will be okay," Dumbledore threw some Floo Powder into the fire. "The Potter Mansion." And against his will, Harry walked through.
When Harry left Dumbledore sighed and took some powder from on top of his fireplace and threw it into the fire, "Molly Weasley!" He waited and in a minute her face appeared in the fireplace, "Good morning Molly. I was wondering if Ronald was busy, I need to talk to him about Harry."
**
Back at the Potter mansion, Harry yelled. He just stood in the main hall and yelled. He let out his frustration on Dumbledore. The lights shook and he heard glass breaking.
"M-Master Potter?" Rosy came out from the dining room. "Is there anything Rosy can do for Master?"
"Stupid Dumbledore! He never lets me DO ANYTHING!" He ignored Rosy and went up to his room slamming his door shut. He paced his room. "I can help! Why won't they let me! I'M NOT A CHILD!"
He stayed in his room for the next few hours pacing, cursing Dumbledore and thinking about how much his godfather needed him.
About noon, a bell rang in Harry's room. It was a magical device set up by Dumbledore a few days after his birthday to allow Harry to know if anyone was at the gates. To protect Harry the Mansion was not on the Floo Network and he could only go to the Burrow and Hogwarts. You could only get in the Mansion using the Floo Powder from Hogwarts.
"Who is it?" Harry called.
Magically Harry heard Ron's voice, "Its use Harry, me and Hermione."
"Come in!" Harry called and walked out. He knew at this moment they being checked for all different curses, potions and jinxes to make sure they were okay. He left the room and went down to greet them. Rosy was just letting them in as he came down the stairs.
Hermione saw him and forgetting her trunk, she ran up to him, "Oh Harry! I heard about Sirius." She hugged him tightly.
"Don't worry about him mate, Dumbledore will get him back," Ron greeted him too once Hermione had let go.
"Right," Harry grumbled. "Rosy will you go tell some house elves to bring their stuff up to the rooms they had last time."
"Of course Master Potter," Rosy bowed out.
"What service," Ron muttered.
"It takes time to get use to," Harry sighed.
"Everything will be alright Harry," Hermione told him assuringly.
"I'll believe it when Sirius is found," Harry said grimly.
"Let's go flying Harry," Ron suggested obviously trying to get Harry's mind off Sirius.
"I don't feel like flying," he shook his head.
"How about we go down to the training room and practice?" suggested Hermione.
"I'll probably kill one of you in anger," Harry sighed deeply again, "I can't just sit here! I know he is being harmed! He's in pain, I know it." For the past several hours his scar had been a dull pain on his forehead, he tried, to ignore it but it was difficult. He knew it had to do with Sirius.
"Harry there is nothing you can do," Ron argued. "Dumbledore has everyone looking for him. What good would you do? You have not had the training they have. They know what they are doing."
"You sound like Dumbledore!" Harry snapped back. "If I got captured Sirius wouldn't stop looking for me, and here I am stuck in the house when he needs me!"
"I'm sure if anything happened to you Remus and Dumbledore would be doing anything to find you and try and stop Sirius from killing someone." Hermione told him comfortably. "Just calm down there is nothing you can do."
"HE"S NOT FINE!" Harry yelled and went up the stairs and into his room slamming the door behind him.
**
"Where is the Potter boy?" a cold cruel voice asked menacingly. He was looking at a man chained up against a stone wall. The man's head, which hung, was lifted up.
"Well."
The man stayed silent.
"I know you know," his long fingers grabbed the man's face. "Tell me Black."
Sirius Black stayed quiet.
"Wortmail!" the man called and pushed back Sirius's head so it hit the wall. "Have your fun with your old friend. Make note of anything he says."
"Crucio!" the short man called Wormtail yelled and Sirius started to scream uncontrollably."SIRIUS!" Harry jerked awake; he was safe as always in his bed. He wiped some sweat off his forehead. He felt the desire to throw up and he quickly got out of bed and just made it in time to the bathroom. He threw up everything he had eaten in the previous day. He wiped his brow and hung on to the toilet seat. He felt so sick, Sirius was getting tortured because of him. His scar was still a dull pain. He put his head over the bowl again and threw up. Sirius needed him. He was in pain because of him. He got up and went to the sink. He washed out his mouth and washed his hands.
He went back to his room and got dressed. He grabbed his wand and walked out of the room. Walking down the stairs he had one thing in his mind, he was going to help Sirius and no one was going to get in his way. He wouldn't let them; he had to help his godfather. He walked to the door and tried to open it. It was locked.
"Alohomora!" he put his hand around the door handle.
Nothing happened.
"Rosy… Rosy is sorry Master Potter," Rosy came out shyly. "Professor Dumbledore's orders Master Potter. You is not to leave."
"Curse that man!" Harry slammed his first against the door. He yelled in pain, he swore loudly his hand hurting from hitting the door. He turned around and stomped back up to his room. He slammed the door and in anger turned his desk over. "I hate DUMBLEDORE!" He yelled. He looked around his room madly. He whimpered and went over to his bed. He fell back on it exhausted. "He needs me, he needs me," he whispered. He started to cry, he felt so stupid crying but then he never felt so lonely and young without his godfather. No one understands me; no one would listen to him. Sirius needs me… why can't they understand that?
He fell asleep so exhausted from throwing up and crying. He woke again when the sun was high in the air. He showered and changed his clothes and went downstairs. Ron and Hermione were no where to be seen. He went down to the training room thinking that throwing some knives would help him. He was on the stairs when he found Ron and Hermione; they were dueling on one of the larger mats. He watched them for a few minutes. They were both doing well, Hermione knew the counter curse to everything Ron threw at her so she stayed in one place but Ron was flipping and dodging the curses. Hermione seeing Ron flipped through the air took careful aim and shot a Stunning curse at him hitting him in the back.
Harry continued down the stairs. Hermione woke Ron up and they both turned around hearing Harry.
"Harry," Hermione said weirdly.
From the look on their faces Harry knew they had both heard him this morning. He chose to ignore it. He went over to Ron. "Hey when you are flipping you can't take your eyes off your opponent. A Death Eater would have killed you."
"Right." Ron nodded.
A bell rang out; "Who is it?" Harry said loudly.
"Remus Lupin," Harry heard.
"Great, just great," Harry sighed and went up the stairs not wanting to see Remus right now. He really didn't want to talk to him, he would go on about how he wasn't old enough and stuff. If only he knew… if only he understood.
