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Chapter Six: Are We Falling Apart?

By Stacey Leonie Kendall ~*~

Standing alone in what appeared to be a dungeon, Harry could almost feel the evil penetrating through the cold room. The walls were black with long, rusty chains hanging from them. The floor was filthy, a mixture of thick dirt and, to his complete horror, blood.

Suddenly the dark, red substance seemed to cover everything, dripping from the rusty chains and covering the dark walls and then, all of a sudden, he wasn't alone. A body, thin and pale, was chained to the wall; his thin black hair just about covered his face from view. Harry moved forward, narrowing his eyes slightly, hoping to get a better look at the body in front of him through the darkness.

"He's coming for you." A horse voice whispered through the pain of his deep cuts and bruises, however, the dying man in front of him seemed almost happy.

"Who -" Harry started, but he suddenly went silent. The man was now looking up at him, a cold smile plastered across his bloody face.

"He's almost got you Harry."

Harry couldn't breath. It was Sirus, but - it couldn't be. His godfather would never say anything like that. The man was laughing now, an evil laugh that didn't sound like his godfather at all.

"Don't worry, Harry," Another voice spoke from behind him. Harry spun around to see a tall, young man with flaming red hair standing in front of him. It was Bill Weasley. "You will be with your friends shortly."

And with that, Bill stepped out of the way to reveal two other bodies that were also chained to the wall.

"No!" Harry shouted, running towards the two bodies. "Ron, Hermione! Please."

"There's no one left," Bill whispered. "You killed us all."

"No," Harry continued to shout. "Please! Sirius, Ron, Hermione - wake up - Ron, Ron -"

"Hey, Harry! Are you okay?"

"Ron?"

Harry opened his eyes and saw his best friend standing over him. He almost yelled out in surprise. It had been a dream, a really horrible dream. He was still at the Weasley's after attending Bills funeral, Ron and Hermione were alive - but what about Sirius.

"Sirius." Harry whispered. "I think Voldemort has Sirius."

*SLK*

I don't really like this chapter, but it had to be done. Reviews please!! Disclaimer: I don't know why I'm adding one of these to every chapter - I don't own anything - well, except for the plot and title.

Chapter seven: Are We Falling Apart?

By Stacey Leonie Kendall ~*~

"Why didn't you tell me before?" Ron questioned, placing a glass of water in front of Harry and taking a seat in between his two best friends.

Harry, Ron and Hermione were still at the Burrow following Bill's funeral. However, after Harry's outburst involving Sirius and Voldemort, Ron had insisted on marching him downstairs to talk it through right away. It was now 3:00am in the morning and they were all sitting around the Weasley's old kitchen table, all three looking very tired.

"Ron, I didn't tell you because your brothers just died," Harry tried to explain ignoring the glass of water in front of him. "And anyway, I wasn't sure."

"Well," Ron said, "What makes you so sure now?"

"Harry," Hermione whispered, speaking for the first time since being woken up by Ron. "I thought it was because you hadn't heard from Snuffles in a while -"

"Oh, so you told her." Ron mumbled under his breath. Hermione choose to ignore this however, and carried on regardless.

" - Perhaps he's helping Dumbledore out in some way. He's done it before."

"No." Harry said, not giving it a second thought. Sirius wouldn't go away without telling him. "He's in trouble, I know he is."

"So," Ron said, looking serious. "What are we going to do?"

"Ron!" Hermione almost shouted, forgetting for a moment that the rest of the Weasley family were asleep upstairs.

"Hermione," Ron hissed. "Do you want to wake the entire house? What's up with you?"

"There's nothing we can do, Ron," She whispered with a glare. "Don't encourage him! I know what your like."

"Excuse me!" Ron spat. "What do you think I'm going to do? Tell him to go after Sirius himself?"

"Yes," Harry said clearly, gazing into the distance. "It's the only way."

"Harry no!" Hermione pleaded.

"I saw Sirius in my dream," Harry said. "He was dying and - I saw -"

Harry tore him gaze away from the wall and starred at him two best friends instead. He couldn't bring himself to tell them what else he'd seen. Seeing them so lifeless in his dream had scared him so much and for a moment he'd actually believed that it was real.

"Look, it doesn't matter," Harry spoke up after a long moment. "I have to do this. I can't let Sirius die because of me."

"Harry," Hermione looked worried. "You can't do this. You're in too much danger already and - Harry - it's not your fault if Snuffles is really - in danger. He's a part of Dumbledores order -"

"She's right," Ron whispered, looking at Hermione sincerely and then turning to Harry, his eyebrows knitted together. "I won't let you do this Harry - "

Harry knew this would happen. His two best friends were ganging up on him. He needed them to understand why he was doing this, why he needed to save the only family he had left.

"You can't stop me," Harry said dully.

"Harry, you stupid git!" Ron looked angry for a moment and then he smiled a sort of lob-sided smile. "We're going with you."

"No -" Harry started, but Ron wasn't in the mood to listen.

"That's the deal, Im afraid. Take it or leave it. You're not going on your own and we're only going to see if Snuffles is in his hiding place. We're not going off on some made adventure, got it?"

For a moment Harry thought about shouting at Ron, after all, who did he think he was, telling him where he could and couldn't go? However, he found that he couldn't be bothered and just sighed deeply instead, shaking his head slightly.

"Alright," he said. "But don't expect me to like it."