The Turn of Time 02

Half an hour later, Harry was lying in Sirius' old bedroom. Remus was still feeding Buckbeak upstairs in his mother's bedroom. Why did Sirius have to die? He wasn't meant to die yet, Harry was supposed to come and live with Sirius after his education while he was training to be an Auror! So soon after Harry had discovered that he had family, it was gone, lost. Slipped through his fingers, leaving in its wake memories that hurt to think about now, however happy they were. Harry's sorrow was swallowing him, like a gaping black hole, with no escape. That was, until a large crash broke his solitude. With a start, Harry looked up, to see Kreacher, laying next to a large ornamental dagger, picking himself up from the remains of an ugly bulky black vase. Kreacher, now upright, saw Harry, and with a shout to 'Destroy the abomination' rushed at Harry. The effect was somewhat abated by the fact that he had to crawl up the bed to reach Harry, but not by much. Harry, realising what was happening, got out his wand, and shouted a spell at the elf. "Expellarmus!" when the knife went flying across the room, and the elf hit the wall with a large crack. It sounded like something had broken, but Harry didn't care at the moment. He stunned the elf. It was disgusting, that this despicable thing had caused his only family to die. Why didn't he kill it right now? This house elf was the reason why Sirius died! Almost scared of what he would do if he stayed in the same room as Kreacher, Harry turned his heel and ran from the room, somewhere further upstairs, and to the left. He came to his senses standing at the end of a dark hall, with only a dim light from behind him in the main part of the house round the corner lighting his way. Infront of him was a door. Studying it closely, you could tell, it wasn't one of the normal doors you would get in a muggle house. The boring plain ones, with four pannels on them, two top, two bottom. But it was more gothic, black, and shadowy. It had a head of what looked like part gargoyle part dragon, part ugly monster thing with wings around its head and part something Harry did not want to study to closely. Even he have limits to what he could take. Harry tried to open it. 'Try' being the main word. Curious now, as all the other rooms in the house had been unlocked, even though some really nasty things had been behind them, including a medieval muggle like torture chamber in the cellar, still splattered with blood and - other things. Still holding his wand, he pointed it at the door, using the standard unlocking spell to unlock it. Nothing happened, and he tried again, with another opening spell, "Effrigo!" sweeping his wand and jabbing it sharply at the door, which did not open. Frustrated now, he tried again, with a larager, and harder jabbing motion. "Patefacio!" And again, this time, with a more general opening gesture. "Expositus!" but it did not work. Futilely seemingly he tried one last obscure spell, which he had come across in one of the books in the requirement room. "Patesco," dimly he watched as nothing happened, and turned away from the door, in disappointment. Stepping forward, his foot caught on something, which rolled from under his foot, causing him to fall. Putting his hands out infront of him, he dropped his wand, his leg shooting out behind him and whacking against something that gave way. Scrambling up onto his hands and knees, he searched quickly about for his wand. It reminded intensely of that night in Little Whinging when his cousin and he were beset by Dementors, which had got away from ministry control. But, thankfully, this time his wnad found its way to his hand, his fingertips brushing up against its smooth length. "Lumos," a soft light filtered out of his wand tip, lighting up the small area around him. By his knee, in the wand light, he spotted what had caused his fall. Lying there on the ground, still gently rolling, was the cone of the torches used to light the hallways. Dejectedly turning away, meaning to find Remus and tell him he was ready to reutrn when Remus was, he saw a darker black stripe amid the already black surroundings. Pointing his light towards it, he saw what had caused it. remembering then, that as he had fell, something had given way to his leg, he realised what it had been. Somewhere in his spell casting, the door had been unlocked, and as his foot hit it, had pushed it open. Holding his wand out ready infront of him, he pushed open the door.