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Harry lingered by the stairs. He had to and greet Remus but after their argument right before Sirius was captured he wasn't sure he wanted to. Remus had probably come to check up on him. He had already been visited by two other Order members who had been working nonstop to try to find Sirius. "Are you two going to continue down here?"
"For a bit," Hermione told him.
"Have fun," he went back upstairs to greet Remus.
Rosy was letting Remus in as Harry came up the stairs. He looked awful. He probably hadn't slept in days, Harry decided.
"Lunch?" Harry asked politely.
"If its not too much of a problem," Remus replied weakly.
They went into the dining room and Remus sat down wearily. "How are you doing?"
"Fine I suppose," Harry replied not wanting to give away his true feelings.
"We are doing everything we can to find him," said Remus. "I'm not going to lie, we have no leads, we can't ask anyone for help but we have searched a lot of places Voldemort has used in the past. He used to do this sort of thing all the time but it seems he has a few new locations."
"Where Voldemort is," Harry leaned forward. "Sirius is."
"Voldemort could have gone to Sirius," Remus argued. "I think Dumbledore has explained this to you already."
"Fine you don't believe me," Harry said. "Why would anyone believe a 16 year old?"
"Harry it's a possibility," Remus sighed wearily.
"Let me go with you," pleaded Harry.
"No," Remus shook his head; "you are safe here. When are you going to the Burrow?"
"Two days before term starts," Harry told him.
"Have a good time," Remus said and got up. "Do you mind if I go and take a nap, I haven't slept in days."
"Sure you need it," Harry told him.
"Thanks."
**
That evening Harry sat out on the balcony outside his bedroom. The sun was starting to set as his thoughts turned back to Sirius. He watched it for awhile thinking where Sirius was and how he was when he felt a hand go through his hair. He looked up it was Hermione.
"This is a nice balcony," she observed.
"Um."
"Why is there only one seat?" she asked.
"I don't know," Harry replied.
"Well that won't do," she smiled. She went in front of Harry looked at him for a minute and took a seat right on his lap. She leaned back putting her head against his chest; "This is better."
"I'm glad you are comfortable," he put his arms around her.
"Knut for your thoughts?" she asked after a few minutes of silence.
"Nope."
"Sickle?" she laughed.
"They are worth more than that," he pretended to look hurt.
"Two Galleons?"
"Well that should do," he said and she laughed. "I'm just worried about Sirius."
"He will be alright," she told him firmly.
"He's in pain," he choked back. "He's in a lot of pain."
"He survived Azkaban for 12 years," Hermione sighed and closed her eyes. "He can survive this."
"Don't fall asleep on me," he nudged her.
"Am I not allowed to rest my eyes?" she smiled opening them.
"No," he put a hand through her hair.
"You know this is the first time we have been alone all summer," she smiled again as he played with her hair.
"I know it's been a bad summer," Harry looked at her and smiled.
"The sunset is beautiful," Hermione observed.
"Yes," Harry looked at it. "Have you ever watched the sun rise? Its even better."
"Do you watch the sunrise a lot?" Hermione asked. Harry looked away. "Confide in me Harry. I would tell you if something was bothering me."
"You won't believe me," Harry put his head back against the chair. "No one does."
"Try me," she challenged him.
"I'm going to go to bed," Harry looked at her. She got up. He stayed for a minute more and got up. He went straight to his room slamming the door behind him.
**
"I won't tell you… I won't tell you," Sirius was chained to the wall. His head was hung and he was muttering to himself.
"Having fun Si-Sirius?"
"I won't tell you," he muttered again.
"Wormtail having fun with our guest?" another man entered, he spoke in a cold cruel voice, it was Voldemort.
"Crucio!" Voldemort yelled.
The chains were shaking, the man was yelling uncontrollable.
"HARRY!"
"SIRIUS!"
Harry sat up sweating and shaking. His breathing was in gasps. It took him to realize he wasn't alone in his room. Ron and Hermione were in too looking at him.
"You were screaming," Ron told him when he looked at them confused.
"It was… nothing," Harry tried to assure them.
"Nothing, you were screaming like a banshee!" said Ron.
"I'm fine," Harry told them. "Go back to bed."
Ron left. Hermione didn't seem to want to. "We are worried about you," she said softly. "we know how much Sirius means to you, let us in Harry."
"Go to bed Hermione," Harry said again ignoring her comment.
Left alone again he fell back on his pillow. Sirius had called for him, he wanted him. He felt a tear drop, poor Sirius. He couldn't lose Sirius he had finally gotten him. He would not leave Sirius alone, he couldn't. He would die if Harry didn't help him. He wished someone would listen to him. Why wouldn't they? He needed to get to Sirius but how? He turned over, how could he get to Sirius? He sighed and decided he would think about it in the morning.
**
Time went very slowly the next few days. The trio practiced a lot in the training room. Harry usually practiced alone not wanting to hurt either Ron or Hermione. He divided the rest of his time on the balcony thinking about Sirius and in the library trying to find ways to help him. He needed to help Sirius. He found some books on tracking spells, he knew this was his answer but he didn't know how to use it. He did find this one to help him find Sirius, he could track someone who disapparated. Now all he needed was a Death Eater who was reporting to Voldemort to follow. He thought about how he could use this for awhile but it was only through one of his nightmares that he got the answer. He had seen a Death Eater being tortured. He could follow Snape. He knew he would have to wait until he got back to Hogwarts to go through with his plan and he just hoped that Sirius could wait that long.
"Come on September 1st," Harry whispered to himself.
On August 30, Harry, Ron and Hermione were going to the Burrow. Unable to get to Kings Cross or Diagon Alley from the Potter Mansion Dumbledore had granted them permission to go to the Burrow. Harry loved the Burrow but he also loved the Mansion. He had never felt so close to his parents here. He wanted nothing more than to just live here forever but he couldn't. He packed all his stuff and extra books that he had wanted to read.
When he finished packing he left it to the house elves to bring downstairs and went out to the graveyard. He went right to his parent's graves.
"Mom, Dad." He spoke. "I'm going to get him back Dad. Sirius doesn't deserve this. I know he's strong but he needs me. I love both of you." He stood there for about 5 minutes looking between the two and then he kissed the graves and went back to the Mansion.
He walked back to the Mansion where Ron and Hermione were now sitting on their trunks waiting for him. His own trunk was by the fireplace with Hedwig's empty cage on top.
"Rosy," He called.
She came out of one of the rooms. "Yes Master Potter?"
"We are leaving now," he told her.
"Good bye Master Potter," she bowed.
"Take care of yourself," Harry bent down and hugged her. "I think I'll be home for Christmas."
They left. Harry went first through the fire followed by Hermione and then Ron.
At the Burrow Mrs. Weasley was waiting for them. She pulled Harry into a tight hug as soon as he stepped out of the fireplace.
"I'm so sorry about Sirius," she told him in a motherly way. He nodded unable to breathe. "Why don't you take your stuff up to Ron's room."
She then turned to Hermione and Ron, "You three look well."
"Rosy is the worst when it comes to eating," Ron told her as he hugged her. "If we don't have thirds she takes it as a personal insult."
"Well that's good of her," Mrs. Weasley smiled and told them to go get settled in.
They went upstairs with their trunks. As they past the twins room they stuck their heads out.
"Ah Mr. Potter," Fred grinned.
"Cut it out," Harry told them.
"We heard about Sirius," George said seriously.
"We wanted to tell you that we feel bad and we wanted to say we hope he is okay," Fred continued. "He is our hero and the world needs good men like him."
"Thanks guys," Harry nodded and kept going up the stairs.
"They will find him Harry," Ron patted him on the shoulder.
"Yeah, he's only been gone for about a month," Harry said bitterly. He continued up to Ron's room his mad mood back. "Hurry up September 1st," he whispered to himself.
