Gathering the Darkness
Chapter 2
The first thing McGonagall did when she woke up was to sit up and scream. Very loudly. Harry reached over and clapped a hand over her mouth, knowing his uncle would be very mad if she woke the whole village. She bit him and quieted down, taking the hint. Harry moved his hand so she could speak.
"How are you feeling, Professor?" questioned Sirius as gently as he could. McGonagall apparently did not appreciate the concern. She was looking like she was both frightened and in huge amounts of pain.
"GET AWAY FROM ME YOU BASTARD!!!" she shrieked and curled up as far away from Sirius as possible, which was not far at all.
Sirius picked up Harry's wand, causing McGonagall to flinch. He held it up and cast a silencing charm around the room so that her screaming wouldn't be heard by the neighbors. Then, he turned to leave the room. He stopped at the doorway and without turning around said, "Harry, would you please talk some sense into her? Tell her what happened. I would, but she's not going to listen to me. I-I'll be in the kitchen." As Sirius left, Harry could tell McGonagall's outburst had hurt him.
Harry sighed and sat down, in time to hear his Head of House say, "Where am I? What happened? And what the hell is he doing here?"
It suddenly came to Harry that he had never heard her swear before, and yet, she had just cursed twice in the past ten minutes.
He closed his eyes and said, "You are in my house. You were attacked by Death Eaters and Sirius rescued you and brought you here," At this point, McGonagall tried to point out that the man in the kitchen was a convicted murderer and there for no better than the Deatheaters who attacked her, but Harry overrode her saying, "Let me explain. You remember when he escaped from Azkaban two years ago? Well."
It took twenty minutes and a lot of interruptions, but Harry managed to explain to her the night that Sirius showed up at Hogwarts two years ago. When he finished the story, McGonagall stared at him and asked, "So you were the one who helped him escape?"
"Yes, Hermione, and me" Harry answered wearily. He felt like he was going to fall asleep any second.
"Well, then I'm proud of you both. It takes a lot of courage to pull off something as risky and hairbrained as that. Imagine if you had been caught! I thought I saw Pettigrew tonight, but I dismissed it as pure imagination. But now, I think he was one of the ones who..."she trailed off and shuddered at the memory. Harry felt a surge of hate rush through him as he could only imagine what had been done to her. She coughed, regained her composure and continued. "I need to tell Sirius I'm sorry.I shouldn't have yelled at him. Could you please bring him in here?"
Harry went into the kitchen to find Sirius experimenting with the light switch. He sent Sirius in to talk to McGonagall and then started to make tea. He brought the tea into the other room, only to find that McGonagall had fallen asleep on the couch and Sirius was settling himself down on the floor in his dog form. Harry grinned and flopped down in a chair to finally get some sleep. But, the night's events weren't over yet.
Harry fell asleep after a few moments. But, tonight he wasn't in for a peaceful night.
He was dreaming again. That wasn't a good thing. They weren't even dreams really, more like visions. Vivid visions of the Death Eaters' activities. This one started out in a girl's room, which was the absolute last place he wanted to be at the moment. The walls were painted light blue with clouds etched here and there. The room itself contained a dresser, a bed, a desk and chair set, a bookshelf filled with books, and a guitar resting lightly on a stand. A girl with long, dark brown hair flounced into the room. She grabbed her guitar of the stand and began to play an Avril Lavinge song he had heard on the radio just the other day.
"He was a boy She was a girl Can I make it any more obvious? He was a punk She did ballet What more can I say? He wanted her She'd never tell Secretly she wanted him as well But all of her friends Stuck up their nose They had a problem with his baggy clothes
He was a skater boy She said see ya later boy He wasn't good enough for her."
He had to smile. She was a great singer and guitar player. He'd heard the song before, of course, but personally he liked this version better than the original. Then, the door burst open and two death eaters and Voldemort stormed in. Harry grimanced. He knew that would happen. These visons were becoming like cheesy horror flicks where you already know the outcome. The girl jumped and screamed. Voldemort cackled and raised his wand saying, "I'll be merciful, only because I liked your singing. Avada Kedavra!"
The girl fell off her bed, dead. Harry felt sick. He opened his eyes as a burning pain shot through his scar. "Harry? Harry! Wake up!" Sirius was shaking him.
"Ok, ok. Jeez. I'm up," snapped Harry.
McGonagal peered at him from over Sirius's shoulder and said, "Are you all right, dear? It's nearly nine o'clock. Come, I made breakfast."
Harry forced himself up, but he couldn't shake the dead girl from his mind. Unconsciously, he sang the last few words to the song to himself.
"She had a pretty face But her head was up in space She needed to come back down to Earth."
Chapter 2
The first thing McGonagall did when she woke up was to sit up and scream. Very loudly. Harry reached over and clapped a hand over her mouth, knowing his uncle would be very mad if she woke the whole village. She bit him and quieted down, taking the hint. Harry moved his hand so she could speak.
"How are you feeling, Professor?" questioned Sirius as gently as he could. McGonagall apparently did not appreciate the concern. She was looking like she was both frightened and in huge amounts of pain.
"GET AWAY FROM ME YOU BASTARD!!!" she shrieked and curled up as far away from Sirius as possible, which was not far at all.
Sirius picked up Harry's wand, causing McGonagall to flinch. He held it up and cast a silencing charm around the room so that her screaming wouldn't be heard by the neighbors. Then, he turned to leave the room. He stopped at the doorway and without turning around said, "Harry, would you please talk some sense into her? Tell her what happened. I would, but she's not going to listen to me. I-I'll be in the kitchen." As Sirius left, Harry could tell McGonagall's outburst had hurt him.
Harry sighed and sat down, in time to hear his Head of House say, "Where am I? What happened? And what the hell is he doing here?"
It suddenly came to Harry that he had never heard her swear before, and yet, she had just cursed twice in the past ten minutes.
He closed his eyes and said, "You are in my house. You were attacked by Death Eaters and Sirius rescued you and brought you here," At this point, McGonagall tried to point out that the man in the kitchen was a convicted murderer and there for no better than the Deatheaters who attacked her, but Harry overrode her saying, "Let me explain. You remember when he escaped from Azkaban two years ago? Well."
It took twenty minutes and a lot of interruptions, but Harry managed to explain to her the night that Sirius showed up at Hogwarts two years ago. When he finished the story, McGonagall stared at him and asked, "So you were the one who helped him escape?"
"Yes, Hermione, and me" Harry answered wearily. He felt like he was going to fall asleep any second.
"Well, then I'm proud of you both. It takes a lot of courage to pull off something as risky and hairbrained as that. Imagine if you had been caught! I thought I saw Pettigrew tonight, but I dismissed it as pure imagination. But now, I think he was one of the ones who..."she trailed off and shuddered at the memory. Harry felt a surge of hate rush through him as he could only imagine what had been done to her. She coughed, regained her composure and continued. "I need to tell Sirius I'm sorry.I shouldn't have yelled at him. Could you please bring him in here?"
Harry went into the kitchen to find Sirius experimenting with the light switch. He sent Sirius in to talk to McGonagall and then started to make tea. He brought the tea into the other room, only to find that McGonagall had fallen asleep on the couch and Sirius was settling himself down on the floor in his dog form. Harry grinned and flopped down in a chair to finally get some sleep. But, the night's events weren't over yet.
Harry fell asleep after a few moments. But, tonight he wasn't in for a peaceful night.
He was dreaming again. That wasn't a good thing. They weren't even dreams really, more like visions. Vivid visions of the Death Eaters' activities. This one started out in a girl's room, which was the absolute last place he wanted to be at the moment. The walls were painted light blue with clouds etched here and there. The room itself contained a dresser, a bed, a desk and chair set, a bookshelf filled with books, and a guitar resting lightly on a stand. A girl with long, dark brown hair flounced into the room. She grabbed her guitar of the stand and began to play an Avril Lavinge song he had heard on the radio just the other day.
"He was a boy She was a girl Can I make it any more obvious? He was a punk She did ballet What more can I say? He wanted her She'd never tell Secretly she wanted him as well But all of her friends Stuck up their nose They had a problem with his baggy clothes
He was a skater boy She said see ya later boy He wasn't good enough for her."
He had to smile. She was a great singer and guitar player. He'd heard the song before, of course, but personally he liked this version better than the original. Then, the door burst open and two death eaters and Voldemort stormed in. Harry grimanced. He knew that would happen. These visons were becoming like cheesy horror flicks where you already know the outcome. The girl jumped and screamed. Voldemort cackled and raised his wand saying, "I'll be merciful, only because I liked your singing. Avada Kedavra!"
The girl fell off her bed, dead. Harry felt sick. He opened his eyes as a burning pain shot through his scar. "Harry? Harry! Wake up!" Sirius was shaking him.
"Ok, ok. Jeez. I'm up," snapped Harry.
McGonagal peered at him from over Sirius's shoulder and said, "Are you all right, dear? It's nearly nine o'clock. Come, I made breakfast."
Harry forced himself up, but he couldn't shake the dead girl from his mind. Unconsciously, he sang the last few words to the song to himself.
"She had a pretty face But her head was up in space She needed to come back down to Earth."