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ABANDONED CHAPTER 11
Sirius sat down next to Harry and got out the Daily Prophet. Harry, who was bored of pretending to be asleep, yawned and 'woke up'. When he opened his eyes he looked over at Sirius, who was looking at him sadly over the top of his newspaper.
"What?" Said Harry, now beginning to feel like a science experiment that must be monitored at all times.
"Just thinking. It doesn't matter. Anyway, Dumbledore came over when you were asleep."
"Really?" Said Harry trying to look curious.
"Yes. He says that the three taken by Voldemort are still alive."
"Thank goodness. What does he want them for?"
Sirius regarded Harry for a while before answering. "Nobody knows."
"You mean you don't want to tell me."
"What!?"
"I can read emotions Sirius. You're lying." Sirius looked a bit startled at Harry's bluntness before he said
"O.k. I do know, but Dumbledore doesn't want me to tell you. Satisfied?"
"I guess so." Harry replied grumpily
Harry relaxed back down and closed his eyes, hoping to drop off again, when "Did you know James's mother could do that reading emotions thing?"
"So I hear"
"It drove James mad, he couldn't get away with anything with her around. That's probably why the was such a rebel at school." Sirius smiled.
"Do you think he would be annoyed that I'd inherited such an annoying power?"
"No. He'd try to lead you astray with it by showing you how to use it to prank. Lily would then go mad and drag you off to one of those 'old master' types to teach you to use it wisely."
Harry chuckled as he imagined it.
"I'm not sure what I should do though." Sirius said.
"You know you could actually ask me what I want."
"Maybe I will.. after we come out of hiding."
That afternoon Harry and Sirius began the DADA training and research. Sirius decided to start with physical training. "If you were ever captured, the first thing that would happen is being deprived of your wand." Sirius took Harry's wand and said "Ok. Now I'm going to take you to a 'cell'. Try and stop me."
Sirius lunged at Harry and held his arms behind his back. He then shepherded Harry towards an adjoining room. "Come on Harry! Are you going to just let me do this? You still have your feet. USE THEM!"
Harry kicked behind him and made contact with Sirius's knee.
"OW." He released one of Harry's arms as he fought to regain his balance. "Try to get me to the floor so you can escape." Harry pushed Sirius (stupidly) and Sirius caught Harry's wrist easily.
"Maybe we should start with some basic sweeps. Feeble pushing wouldn't cut it if you really were captured by deatheaters."
By the evening both Harry and Sirius were bruised and exhausted, flopped into their places by the fire. Professor McGonagall came round with dinners and healing potions.
"At least you're still alive, even if you can barely move." She commented as she sized them up.
"Thanks Minerva" said Sirius gulping the potion down and indicating that Harry do the same.
"How did the training go?"
"I think it'll take a lot of work, but Harry shows potential"
"Hey! I'm getting good at sweeping now. I knocked you over at least six times."
"Yes. Thank you for the bruises. But there's a lot more to do now."
That night Harry found it surprisingly easy to fall asleep. Despite the fact that his mind was still churning with guilt and what he had overheard that morning, he was physically exhausted.
Harry opened his eyes. He was in a room, a large prison cell. His three teachers were chained to a wall, and looking right through him towards a large barred door. Harry felt a stab of pain in his forehead as Voldemort entered. The Prison cell filled with light and Harry was startled at how pale and bruised all of the teachers looked after only one day.
Voldemort somehow knew (as he had on the knight bus) that Harry was watching.
"Welcome Harry to the new home of your professors." The three teachers looked around confused for a moment. A look of understanding crossed Lupin's face. Trelawney and Hagrid continued to look perplexed.
"These three people will be killed tomorrow at midnight if you haven't turned yourself over. Come by fireplace to Godric's Hollow. A deatheater spy will collect you and bring you to me and they will be spared. Unless of course you like people dying pointlessly to defend you. All you can ever bring is suffering and death. You know that don't you?"
"Harry don't listen to him!" Lupin shouted
"Crucio" Said Voldemort cruelly, pointing his wand at Lupin.
Professor Lupin's screams became mingled with Harry's own as he snapped back to consciousness. Sirius was shaking him "Wake up!"
Harry sat up so suddenly that Sirius jumped. Harry looked down at his hands, again covered with blood.
"That sounded like a horrible nightmare Harry." Sirius said gently.
"No Sirius, my hands." Sirius looked down at Harry's hands and a look of worry crossed his face.
"You're bleeding!?"
"No. Voldemort put the blood there. I had a vision."
"Of what?"
"Voldemort!" Harry said in annoyance
"Yes I got that! I meant, what did he do, or say?"
"He's going to kill them tomorrow if I."
"He told you to sacrifice yourself."
"Sirius. I don't have any choice. Please don't try to stop me! If I die he won't kill them."
"Oh Merlin! Harry I am NOT letting you die. I swore an oath to your parents when I became your godfather that I would protect you. Remus is my best friend, I don't know what I'll do if he is killed to but there must be another way to save him!"
"He said I was to go to a place by floo and a deatheater will collect me."
"What place? Tell me Harry!"
"I can't!"
"Yes you can. If Voldemort kills you who's to say he won't kill our friends anyway?"
"He wants me to go to Godric's Hollow."
"Your parents old house."
"I thought it was destroyed."
"It was but the ministry rebuilt it for prosperity and turned into a museum of the dark arts."
"I didn't know that."
"I've got to speak to Albus. Come with me."
Sirius left the room to get Harry's cloak and shoes. Harry sat on the edge of the bed and cleaned his hands on the sheet. Lupin's screams were still echoing in his head. Why did Sirius not understand? Voldemort was right about Harry, and even if Voldemort did kill Harry's friends after Harry or use them for some other purpose, but at least he would have tried to do something. Harry had stood by helplessly and watched both his parents and Cedric die. It couldn't happen again.
As Harry fixed his cloak around his neck he followed Sirius mutely downstairs. Sirius opened the door to the passageway to Hogwarts.
Harry took advantage of the lapse in Sirius's concentration and made a dash for the fireplace in the living room. Sirius jumped on Harry and pinned him to the ground. He made ropes wind around Harry's wrists behind his back and around his ankles giving Harry the ability to walk only.
"I told you you had a lot to learn." Sirius growled.
Harry was turned over and pulled to his feet. Sirius looked like he was either about to cry to murder Harry himself as he pushed him towards the door. Harry was dragged up to the castle and into Dumbledores office. Sirius sat him down and bound him tightly to the chair. He then got up and went to get Albus.
Fawks perched on the arm of Harry's chair and cooed mournfully. Harry fought a futile battle to work himself free of the ropes.
Dumbledore entered followed closely by Sirius. "Harry. Do you have any idea what transporting yourself to Voldemort would mean? He wouldn't just kill you. He would torture you first. I also know that he wouldn't release the three captives. Lupin is a warewolf, and therefore in possession of a great power that can be harnessed. He has never liked Hagrid. You do remember why Hagrid got expelled don't you? I don't know what he would do with Professor Trelawney but it wouldn't be pleasant."
"Professor, he said that all I bring is suffering. What if he's right? How long will it be before he comes after Sirius or Ginny to get to me?"
"That is not true. He is bringing the suffering. You are one of the victims. You can't do anything to stop him attacking others."
"We have a plan." Said Sirius, crouching down beside Harry and gripping his hand.
"A plan?"
"You said there is a deatheater spy at Godric's Hollow. An auror will take polyjuice potion to look like you and the rest of us will lay in wait. We will then capture the spy and force information from him or her."
"But what if it is a trap to capture Aurors?"
"There will be lots of us"
Sirius took the polyjuice potion and he, Dumbledore and the attack force departed. Harry was still bound to the chair in case he tried any heroics that would probably mean his death.
As Harry sat there he heard noises outside of the room where four guards were stationed. Curses were being fired. Harry was right. It was a trap. Not to catch aurors, but to capture him! He began to doubt if there was anybody at Godric's hollow.
The door flew off its hinges and across the room. Harry struggled fruitlessly. There were five deatheaters. One of them pointed their wand at Harry.
"Stupify!"
A/N Bit of a cliffie there (cackles evilly)
Thanks to those who reviewed! I really appreciate it!
ABANDONED CHAPTER 11
Sirius sat down next to Harry and got out the Daily Prophet. Harry, who was bored of pretending to be asleep, yawned and 'woke up'. When he opened his eyes he looked over at Sirius, who was looking at him sadly over the top of his newspaper.
"What?" Said Harry, now beginning to feel like a science experiment that must be monitored at all times.
"Just thinking. It doesn't matter. Anyway, Dumbledore came over when you were asleep."
"Really?" Said Harry trying to look curious.
"Yes. He says that the three taken by Voldemort are still alive."
"Thank goodness. What does he want them for?"
Sirius regarded Harry for a while before answering. "Nobody knows."
"You mean you don't want to tell me."
"What!?"
"I can read emotions Sirius. You're lying." Sirius looked a bit startled at Harry's bluntness before he said
"O.k. I do know, but Dumbledore doesn't want me to tell you. Satisfied?"
"I guess so." Harry replied grumpily
Harry relaxed back down and closed his eyes, hoping to drop off again, when "Did you know James's mother could do that reading emotions thing?"
"So I hear"
"It drove James mad, he couldn't get away with anything with her around. That's probably why the was such a rebel at school." Sirius smiled.
"Do you think he would be annoyed that I'd inherited such an annoying power?"
"No. He'd try to lead you astray with it by showing you how to use it to prank. Lily would then go mad and drag you off to one of those 'old master' types to teach you to use it wisely."
Harry chuckled as he imagined it.
"I'm not sure what I should do though." Sirius said.
"You know you could actually ask me what I want."
"Maybe I will.. after we come out of hiding."
That afternoon Harry and Sirius began the DADA training and research. Sirius decided to start with physical training. "If you were ever captured, the first thing that would happen is being deprived of your wand." Sirius took Harry's wand and said "Ok. Now I'm going to take you to a 'cell'. Try and stop me."
Sirius lunged at Harry and held his arms behind his back. He then shepherded Harry towards an adjoining room. "Come on Harry! Are you going to just let me do this? You still have your feet. USE THEM!"
Harry kicked behind him and made contact with Sirius's knee.
"OW." He released one of Harry's arms as he fought to regain his balance. "Try to get me to the floor so you can escape." Harry pushed Sirius (stupidly) and Sirius caught Harry's wrist easily.
"Maybe we should start with some basic sweeps. Feeble pushing wouldn't cut it if you really were captured by deatheaters."
By the evening both Harry and Sirius were bruised and exhausted, flopped into their places by the fire. Professor McGonagall came round with dinners and healing potions.
"At least you're still alive, even if you can barely move." She commented as she sized them up.
"Thanks Minerva" said Sirius gulping the potion down and indicating that Harry do the same.
"How did the training go?"
"I think it'll take a lot of work, but Harry shows potential"
"Hey! I'm getting good at sweeping now. I knocked you over at least six times."
"Yes. Thank you for the bruises. But there's a lot more to do now."
That night Harry found it surprisingly easy to fall asleep. Despite the fact that his mind was still churning with guilt and what he had overheard that morning, he was physically exhausted.
Harry opened his eyes. He was in a room, a large prison cell. His three teachers were chained to a wall, and looking right through him towards a large barred door. Harry felt a stab of pain in his forehead as Voldemort entered. The Prison cell filled with light and Harry was startled at how pale and bruised all of the teachers looked after only one day.
Voldemort somehow knew (as he had on the knight bus) that Harry was watching.
"Welcome Harry to the new home of your professors." The three teachers looked around confused for a moment. A look of understanding crossed Lupin's face. Trelawney and Hagrid continued to look perplexed.
"These three people will be killed tomorrow at midnight if you haven't turned yourself over. Come by fireplace to Godric's Hollow. A deatheater spy will collect you and bring you to me and they will be spared. Unless of course you like people dying pointlessly to defend you. All you can ever bring is suffering and death. You know that don't you?"
"Harry don't listen to him!" Lupin shouted
"Crucio" Said Voldemort cruelly, pointing his wand at Lupin.
Professor Lupin's screams became mingled with Harry's own as he snapped back to consciousness. Sirius was shaking him "Wake up!"
Harry sat up so suddenly that Sirius jumped. Harry looked down at his hands, again covered with blood.
"That sounded like a horrible nightmare Harry." Sirius said gently.
"No Sirius, my hands." Sirius looked down at Harry's hands and a look of worry crossed his face.
"You're bleeding!?"
"No. Voldemort put the blood there. I had a vision."
"Of what?"
"Voldemort!" Harry said in annoyance
"Yes I got that! I meant, what did he do, or say?"
"He's going to kill them tomorrow if I."
"He told you to sacrifice yourself."
"Sirius. I don't have any choice. Please don't try to stop me! If I die he won't kill them."
"Oh Merlin! Harry I am NOT letting you die. I swore an oath to your parents when I became your godfather that I would protect you. Remus is my best friend, I don't know what I'll do if he is killed to but there must be another way to save him!"
"He said I was to go to a place by floo and a deatheater will collect me."
"What place? Tell me Harry!"
"I can't!"
"Yes you can. If Voldemort kills you who's to say he won't kill our friends anyway?"
"He wants me to go to Godric's Hollow."
"Your parents old house."
"I thought it was destroyed."
"It was but the ministry rebuilt it for prosperity and turned into a museum of the dark arts."
"I didn't know that."
"I've got to speak to Albus. Come with me."
Sirius left the room to get Harry's cloak and shoes. Harry sat on the edge of the bed and cleaned his hands on the sheet. Lupin's screams were still echoing in his head. Why did Sirius not understand? Voldemort was right about Harry, and even if Voldemort did kill Harry's friends after Harry or use them for some other purpose, but at least he would have tried to do something. Harry had stood by helplessly and watched both his parents and Cedric die. It couldn't happen again.
As Harry fixed his cloak around his neck he followed Sirius mutely downstairs. Sirius opened the door to the passageway to Hogwarts.
Harry took advantage of the lapse in Sirius's concentration and made a dash for the fireplace in the living room. Sirius jumped on Harry and pinned him to the ground. He made ropes wind around Harry's wrists behind his back and around his ankles giving Harry the ability to walk only.
"I told you you had a lot to learn." Sirius growled.
Harry was turned over and pulled to his feet. Sirius looked like he was either about to cry to murder Harry himself as he pushed him towards the door. Harry was dragged up to the castle and into Dumbledores office. Sirius sat him down and bound him tightly to the chair. He then got up and went to get Albus.
Fawks perched on the arm of Harry's chair and cooed mournfully. Harry fought a futile battle to work himself free of the ropes.
Dumbledore entered followed closely by Sirius. "Harry. Do you have any idea what transporting yourself to Voldemort would mean? He wouldn't just kill you. He would torture you first. I also know that he wouldn't release the three captives. Lupin is a warewolf, and therefore in possession of a great power that can be harnessed. He has never liked Hagrid. You do remember why Hagrid got expelled don't you? I don't know what he would do with Professor Trelawney but it wouldn't be pleasant."
"Professor, he said that all I bring is suffering. What if he's right? How long will it be before he comes after Sirius or Ginny to get to me?"
"That is not true. He is bringing the suffering. You are one of the victims. You can't do anything to stop him attacking others."
"We have a plan." Said Sirius, crouching down beside Harry and gripping his hand.
"A plan?"
"You said there is a deatheater spy at Godric's Hollow. An auror will take polyjuice potion to look like you and the rest of us will lay in wait. We will then capture the spy and force information from him or her."
"But what if it is a trap to capture Aurors?"
"There will be lots of us"
Sirius took the polyjuice potion and he, Dumbledore and the attack force departed. Harry was still bound to the chair in case he tried any heroics that would probably mean his death.
As Harry sat there he heard noises outside of the room where four guards were stationed. Curses were being fired. Harry was right. It was a trap. Not to catch aurors, but to capture him! He began to doubt if there was anybody at Godric's hollow.
The door flew off its hinges and across the room. Harry struggled fruitlessly. There were five deatheaters. One of them pointed their wand at Harry.
"Stupify!"
A/N Bit of a cliffie there (cackles evilly)