Hey! Okay this is a short chapter like 5 pages but I felt like giving a bit of a cliffhanger. This chapter is a bit rushed I think and probably not that good but the next chapter is much better. Please R/R and I don't own any of the characters J.K.Rowling does!
The next day they went to Diagon Alley. After Gringotts, they separated and Ron and Hermione followed Harry, as he needed to refill his Potion supplies get new robes, owl treats for Hedwig and get some ink and parchment. They didn't talk to much; they couldn't talk about Sirius with so many people around.
They met many Hogwarts students with term starting the next day. Even in Diagon Alley Harry couldn't get excited. He just wanted September 1st to come so he could go help his godfather.
They spent most of the day in Diagon Alley meeting up around mid afternoon for food in the Leaky Cauldron. Fred and George came back looking excited and both clapped Harry on the shoulder as they sat down near him.
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"Crucio!" Voldemort brought down his wand upon Sirius. He yelled loud and involuntarily. He was not chained this time and twitched on the ground.
Voldemort watched him grinning. He did not take the curse off Sirius for about 10 minutes.
"Help him Harry," it was Cedric Diggory came into view. He walked over to Sirius who was still screaming and twitching on the ground. "Help him, don't let him die Harry." Cedric put a hand on Sirius's head.
"SIRIUS!" Harry yelled. He jerked awake. He looked around; he was in Ron's room safe. Sirius though was in trouble still. Cedric, he had seen Cedric. Cedric had told him to help Sirius, he knew he had to but Cedric had said it. He couldn't let Cedric down… not again, not this time.
Harry didn't go back to sleep that night. He spent it next to the window tears silently running down his face as he thought about Sirius and Cedric. Why had Cedric appeared in his dream? Did it mean anything? Was Sirius going to have the same fate as Cedric?
Everyone else woke up early the next morning. They had packed the night before but as always; there was a lot to do in the morning. Mrs. Weasley braved the telephone down in the village and called for a taxi to come and bring her, Ron, Hermione, Harry and Ginny to Kings Cross. The twins decided not to come claiming they wouldn't be able to see the train knowing they couldn't get on. They started to cry on each other's shoulder as the taxi pulled up and they put their trunks in.
It was more of a normal trip than the last time when they had double the people, and with minus 1 owl it was a safe trip. Harry might have enjoyed the driver's face as he saw the owls but he was too busy thinking about Sirius. As they made their way to Kings Cross as always, he wondered how he was.
They got to Kings Cross with about 20 minutes before the train left. They went through quickly and without anyone seeing them. They put their stuff away and spent the final few minutes before the train left standing with Mrs. Weasley.
"Be careful all of you," she pointed at them and waved a threatening finger. She then looked at Harry, "Don't worry, they will find him. Stay out of trouble and get good grades, all of you." She hugged them all and then gave Harry an extra one.
"The Order will find him," she whispered. "Your godfather is a tough man, he will make it."
Harry nodded, "He'll make it out alright."
She smiled at him and turned back to her children. "Good luck on your O.W.Ls Ginny, I know you will study hard."
They got on the train and Harry sat down wearily in one of the seats. Hermione sat down next to him and wrapped her arm around him. "You thinking about Snuffles?"
"Of course, its been a few weeks Hermione! He's in pain."
"He will survive," Hermione said comforting.
"He needs me," said Harry.
"He will need you when he gets out," she agreed with him.
"No now," Harry said firmly, "he needs me now."
Harry looked out the window for most of the trip. Hermione sat next to him reading but with her arm still wrapped around his waist. Ron sat opposite them also staring at the window not liking the silence.
"Well well how's your godfather Potter?" a drawing voice said the doorway. They turned to find Malfoy standing there with Crabbe and Goyle.
"How's your father Malfoy, still kissing Voldemort's feet?" Harry said in a monotone.
"Your godfather is going to die Potter," Malfoy closed the door. "The Death Eaters aren't being gentle with him. I heard he has three Crucios on him all the time. He's a wimp, he'll die."
Harry was up on his feet and advanced towards Malfoy, "You shut up about Sirius."
"Why should I?" Malfoy sneered. "It's the truth."
In one motion Harry put back his hand, rolled it into a fist and punched Malfoy right in the face. He got him with the other hand before Ron and Hermione grabbed both his arms to hold him back.
"Let me go," He snarled trying to get at Malfoy. Crabbe and Goyle stepped up. Malfoy was holding his nose as blood was coming from it.
"Get him out of here before Harry knocks you two out," Ron yelled at Crabbe and Goyle. "You don't want Harry to take out his wand next do you?"
Remembering last year Malfoy ran out with his two goons behind him. Only when the door was closed did Ron and Hermione let go of Harry. They both sat down tired from trying to hold him back.
"You shouldn't have done that Harry," Hermione reprimanded him.
"Skip the lecture," Harry sat back down and looked out the window, "I don't want to hear it." He closed his eyes, what if Malfoy was right? What if he was going to die soon? He had to get to him!
As the sun was setting they reached Hogwarts. They changed into their robes and Harry was the first one off the train. He got one of the first carriages and Ron and Hermione who had to run to keep up with him joined him.
"What's the rush Harry?" Ron asked.
"Hungry."
They got when they got to Hogwarts and went inside. Harry practically ran into the Great Hall. He checked the Teacher's Table and to his delight, Snape was there. He looked as sour as ever. They took their seats at the Gryffindor Table and waited.
It seemed like an eternity until the Sorting Hat began to sing its song and another one until Dumbledore got up to speak, "Tuck in." He proclaimed to the Hall and everyone did expect Harry. He didn't want to eat, he couldn't eat. He could be going after Sirius tonight, he was at Hogwarts. All he needed was for Snape to be called.
"Harry here you need to eat something," Hermione sighed and began to put food on his plate. Harry ignored it. He was now looking up at Dumbledore who looked up from his food and gave him an encouraging smile. Harry didn't smile back, he looked down at his food and picked at it. He was aware of Dumbledore's continuing stare at him so he began to eat. Hermione seemed satisfied as did Dumbledore who released his stare and went back to his own food.
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That night luck was with Harry. After going up to the common room and pretending to go to bed he slipped on the Invisibility Cloak and went down to the Entrance Hall. He knew if Snape was going to be leaving it would be through these doors. He sat down to wait, he was prepared to wait here all night and the next night if need be. He had to get to Sirius and the way to him was through Snape.
Around midnight, Harry who was half-asleep heard footsteps. He quickly got up and looked around. A man was coming down the hall, all in black. His robes were drawn around him. Harry waited for him to go by him and he quickly and quietly went in step behind him.
Severus Snape was muttering something about stupid Dark Lords, sleep and Apparation wards. Harry couldn't make it all out but he really didn't care. He wanted to see Sirius. He was getting close, his heart was beating fast. He hoped he wasn't breathing heavily or making too much noise. They went towards the Forest, Harry stopped at the edge of the Forest not sure he wanted to go in but the thought of Sirius made him go on. Snape didn't look left or right as he walked, it seemed he knew the trail well because he never faltered. He walked quickly and took large steps so Harry had to work more to keep up.
Abruptly he stopped and so did Harry. He took out his wand and so did Harry. He whispered, "Trackamus" and pointed his wand at Snape. He waited and then felt himself leave the ground. It was a weird feeling, everything was black around him and he had a feeling the black had nothing to do with it being midnight. It was a second or two but seemed like a year until he hit the ground again. Harry still under the invisibility cloak looked around. They had gone far, the mountains that were around the school were no where to be seen. There was a large house up on a hill and around him…
Harry stopped looking around and gaped at the ground. He took a few steps backwards and hit something solid. There in the ground, "TOM RIDDLE" it was a grave. Harry looked around him again, he was in a graveyard.
"Did anyone tell you the Cup was a Portkey?" Cedric asked him.
"Nope," He looked around the graveyard, "Is this supposed to be part of the Task?"
"I dunno. Wands out you reckon?" Cedric said taking out his own wand.
"Someone's coming."
His scar exploded in pain, he fell to the ground holding his head as though to try and keep it together.
"Kill the spare!"
"Avada Kedavra!"
"NOOOOOOO!" Harry stared at the grave, the memories coming back to haunt him. "CEDRIC!" He was breathing heavily, his eyes darted around, and he could see Voldemort, the Death Eaters in the circle. He could see Cedric's dead body. He choked back, Cedric. There, over there, Wormtail took his blood… right here he was tied to the gravestone. Voldemort rose right there. They dueled, he hid right behind that grave. Cedric. Cedric's dead body, right there. He looked at him for the final time, spoke his last words. The TriWizard Cup, right there.
"Well who do we have here?" someone interrupted his thoughts and had snuck up behind him. He still had the Cloak on so they couldn't see him but his scream and his breathing had been heard.
Harry couldn't move, he couldn't run away. The grave, he kept looking at it. The whole place was haunting him. Over and over, he was hearing Cedric's last words. This place had been haunting his dreams for 2 years but he never thought he would have to see it again. The man behind him was still trying to find him. He was closer but Harry still did not run. Harry barely noticed he was there. He felt a hand on his shoulder. He flinched and moved trying to get out of his grip. But the man knew where he was now, he grabbed the Cloak and just before Harry was out of his reaches, the man grabbed his shoulders.
"Well won't Master be happy." The man said smiling.
