Back home
The group rose 50 feet before going forward. They were only about a foot below the clouds. During the flight back it was mostly Harry and Dumbledore that spoke at all.
"I got your letter about the dream-less sleep potion," Dumbledore stated, "but I have a better idea."
"You don't mind if you have the dream one more time do you?" Dumbledore asked.
"Why not," Harry replied, "I've already had it like 30 times this summer."
"Harry," Dumbledore asked, "Do you remember the Pensive?"
"Yeah, I do," Harry Replied, "why?"
"Remember how it works?" Dumbledore asked.
"Yes," Said Harry.
"I got it!" Harry exclaimed, "If I think about the exact dream I've been having I can take that thought and get rid of it in the Pensive!"
"Exactly." Said Dumbledore, "We can get rid of the dream altogether and you can still dream other things."
"Good, now that that's over how has your summer been?" Dumbledore asked.
"It's been okay, I guess," Harry merely stated, "It's never really great until I leave.
Everyone was silent the rest of the ride there. Then they reached the Order and everything changed. Ron and Hermione were waiting for him at the door. Even though they didn't have to, because as soon as Harry arrived they were all ordered to go to sleep.
"Harry is tired, it was a long flight." Dumbledore said.
Even though Harry could've stayed up all night just to talk to Ron and Hermione, but they listened to Dumbledore and went to sleep.
Unfortunately, the moment Harry fell asleep he was back in the Department
of Mysteries.
"Only one couple was still battling, apparently unaware of Albus Dumbledore's arrival. Harry saw Sirius duck Bellatrix's jet of red light: He was laughing at her. "Come on, you can do better than that!" he yelled, his voice echoing around the cavernous room.
The second jet of light hit him squarely on the chest.
The laughter had not quite died from his face, but his eyes widened in shock.
Harry released Neville, though he was unaware of doing so. He was jumping down the steps again, pulling out his wand, as Dumbledore turned to the dais too.
It seemed to take Sirius an age to fall. His body curved in a graceful arc as he sank backward through the ragged veil hanging from the arc..
And Harry saw the look of mingled fear and surprise on his god- father's wasted, once-handsome face as he fell through the ancient doorway and disappeared behind the veil, which fluttered for a moment as though in a high wind and then fell back to place.
Harry heard Bellatrix Lestrange's triumphant scream, but knew it meant nothing---Sirius had only fallen though the archway, he would reappear from the other side any second..
But Sirius did not reappear.
"SIRIUS!" Harry yelled, "SIRIUS!"
He had reached the floor, his breath coming in searing gaps. Sirius must be just behind the curtain, he, Harry, would pull him back out again..
But as he reached the ground and sprinted toward the dais, Lupin grabbed Harry around the chest, holding him back.
"There's nothing you can do, Harry---"
"Get him, save him, he's only just gone through!"
"It's too late, Harry---"
"We can still reach him---"
Harry struggled hard and viciously, but Lupin would not let go..
"There's nothing you can do, Harry.nothing.He's Gone"
Harry woke up the usual way, screaming "Sirius!" but this time the second after that all memory of the dream was gone. Harry had forgotten a dream he had had for like 30 times now in less then five seconds.
Then Harry felt a tingling feeling on his head for about a second and then it was gone. Under suspicion Harry looked around to see Albus Dumbledore sitting next to him smiling.
"And away it goes," Dumbledore said.
Harry looked at him blankly, as though he was a crazy fool.
"I've been waiting," Dumbledore said, "Then as soon as you woke up I used the pensive and put that dream in there."
"You mean I won't have any more nightmares about the death of Sirius?" Harry asked.
"That is correct," Dumbledore said looking triumphant, "now get back to sleep."
Harry fell back asleep and for the first time in ages had a different dream, although when he woke up he forgot the entire dream so it didn't really matter.
Harry was the first to wake up, because the entire house was quiet. So, Harry went down stairs to find out he wasn't the only one awake. Mrs. Weasley was down stairs already on the stove making breakfast.
"So, what's for breakfast?" Harry asked grinning.
Mrs. Weasly turned quickly in surprise. "Oh, you scared me," Said Mrs. Weasley "We are having eggs, bacon, pancakes, and toast."
"Sounds good." Said Harry still grinning. Just then another voice came from behind Harry.
"It sure does." Said the voice.
Now both Harry and Mrs. Weasley turned and there was Ron standing there in his pajamas.
"Hello Ron." Said Harry.
"Hey Harry." Replied Ron.
Harry and Ron just stood grinning at each other for what seemed like five minutes, but then the silence was broke again by another trio of voices.
"Hello everyone." Said Hermione, Ginny and Tonks in unison.
In what seemed like less then ten minutes everybody in the house was crammed into the kitchen eating. Except for Mrs. Weasley, who was at the stove preparing more and more food because the group kept eating everything. Finally, Mrs. Weasley got to eat after all the orders for food were done.
After breakfast, Harry, Ron, and Hermione ran up the Ron's room and sat down on the bed. They just kept talking for what seemed like hours. About things they did this summer, Hermione went to France for two weeks, and Ron went to Ireland to visit a relative for two weeks. Then without thinking about Harry's position asked him what he did that summer. So, a little angry Harry told them about how being grounded in his room and not having to talk to the Dursley's was the highlight of his summer.
"Sorry, mate," Said Ron, "Forgot about your situation."
"On a happier note," Hermione butted in, "Mrs. Weasley said, although Moody wasn't happy, Dumbledore is going to let us go to Diagon Alley for a week to get our stuff instead of her getting it.
"We leave tonight." Hermione pointed out.
So at 5:00 that evening everyone lined up and went one by one into the fireplace and out into the streets of Diagon Alley. Harry went first and this time he ended up in the right place. Harry stood there and watched Ron, Hermione, Ginny covered in soot; Mrs. and Mr. Weasley emerge from the fireplace.
They set off as a group towards the Leaky Cauldron where they would get three rooms to spend the week in.
The group rose 50 feet before going forward. They were only about a foot below the clouds. During the flight back it was mostly Harry and Dumbledore that spoke at all.
"I got your letter about the dream-less sleep potion," Dumbledore stated, "but I have a better idea."
"You don't mind if you have the dream one more time do you?" Dumbledore asked.
"Why not," Harry replied, "I've already had it like 30 times this summer."
"Harry," Dumbledore asked, "Do you remember the Pensive?"
"Yeah, I do," Harry Replied, "why?"
"Remember how it works?" Dumbledore asked.
"Yes," Said Harry.
"I got it!" Harry exclaimed, "If I think about the exact dream I've been having I can take that thought and get rid of it in the Pensive!"
"Exactly." Said Dumbledore, "We can get rid of the dream altogether and you can still dream other things."
"Good, now that that's over how has your summer been?" Dumbledore asked.
"It's been okay, I guess," Harry merely stated, "It's never really great until I leave.
Everyone was silent the rest of the ride there. Then they reached the Order and everything changed. Ron and Hermione were waiting for him at the door. Even though they didn't have to, because as soon as Harry arrived they were all ordered to go to sleep.
"Harry is tired, it was a long flight." Dumbledore said.
Even though Harry could've stayed up all night just to talk to Ron and Hermione, but they listened to Dumbledore and went to sleep.
Unfortunately, the moment Harry fell asleep he was back in the Department
of Mysteries.
"Only one couple was still battling, apparently unaware of Albus Dumbledore's arrival. Harry saw Sirius duck Bellatrix's jet of red light: He was laughing at her. "Come on, you can do better than that!" he yelled, his voice echoing around the cavernous room.
The second jet of light hit him squarely on the chest.
The laughter had not quite died from his face, but his eyes widened in shock.
Harry released Neville, though he was unaware of doing so. He was jumping down the steps again, pulling out his wand, as Dumbledore turned to the dais too.
It seemed to take Sirius an age to fall. His body curved in a graceful arc as he sank backward through the ragged veil hanging from the arc..
And Harry saw the look of mingled fear and surprise on his god- father's wasted, once-handsome face as he fell through the ancient doorway and disappeared behind the veil, which fluttered for a moment as though in a high wind and then fell back to place.
Harry heard Bellatrix Lestrange's triumphant scream, but knew it meant nothing---Sirius had only fallen though the archway, he would reappear from the other side any second..
But Sirius did not reappear.
"SIRIUS!" Harry yelled, "SIRIUS!"
He had reached the floor, his breath coming in searing gaps. Sirius must be just behind the curtain, he, Harry, would pull him back out again..
But as he reached the ground and sprinted toward the dais, Lupin grabbed Harry around the chest, holding him back.
"There's nothing you can do, Harry---"
"Get him, save him, he's only just gone through!"
"It's too late, Harry---"
"We can still reach him---"
Harry struggled hard and viciously, but Lupin would not let go..
"There's nothing you can do, Harry.nothing.He's Gone"
Harry woke up the usual way, screaming "Sirius!" but this time the second after that all memory of the dream was gone. Harry had forgotten a dream he had had for like 30 times now in less then five seconds.
Then Harry felt a tingling feeling on his head for about a second and then it was gone. Under suspicion Harry looked around to see Albus Dumbledore sitting next to him smiling.
"And away it goes," Dumbledore said.
Harry looked at him blankly, as though he was a crazy fool.
"I've been waiting," Dumbledore said, "Then as soon as you woke up I used the pensive and put that dream in there."
"You mean I won't have any more nightmares about the death of Sirius?" Harry asked.
"That is correct," Dumbledore said looking triumphant, "now get back to sleep."
Harry fell back asleep and for the first time in ages had a different dream, although when he woke up he forgot the entire dream so it didn't really matter.
Harry was the first to wake up, because the entire house was quiet. So, Harry went down stairs to find out he wasn't the only one awake. Mrs. Weasley was down stairs already on the stove making breakfast.
"So, what's for breakfast?" Harry asked grinning.
Mrs. Weasly turned quickly in surprise. "Oh, you scared me," Said Mrs. Weasley "We are having eggs, bacon, pancakes, and toast."
"Sounds good." Said Harry still grinning. Just then another voice came from behind Harry.
"It sure does." Said the voice.
Now both Harry and Mrs. Weasley turned and there was Ron standing there in his pajamas.
"Hello Ron." Said Harry.
"Hey Harry." Replied Ron.
Harry and Ron just stood grinning at each other for what seemed like five minutes, but then the silence was broke again by another trio of voices.
"Hello everyone." Said Hermione, Ginny and Tonks in unison.
In what seemed like less then ten minutes everybody in the house was crammed into the kitchen eating. Except for Mrs. Weasley, who was at the stove preparing more and more food because the group kept eating everything. Finally, Mrs. Weasley got to eat after all the orders for food were done.
After breakfast, Harry, Ron, and Hermione ran up the Ron's room and sat down on the bed. They just kept talking for what seemed like hours. About things they did this summer, Hermione went to France for two weeks, and Ron went to Ireland to visit a relative for two weeks. Then without thinking about Harry's position asked him what he did that summer. So, a little angry Harry told them about how being grounded in his room and not having to talk to the Dursley's was the highlight of his summer.
"Sorry, mate," Said Ron, "Forgot about your situation."
"On a happier note," Hermione butted in, "Mrs. Weasley said, although Moody wasn't happy, Dumbledore is going to let us go to Diagon Alley for a week to get our stuff instead of her getting it.
"We leave tonight." Hermione pointed out.
So at 5:00 that evening everyone lined up and went one by one into the fireplace and out into the streets of Diagon Alley. Harry went first and this time he ended up in the right place. Harry stood there and watched Ron, Hermione, Ginny covered in soot; Mrs. and Mr. Weasley emerge from the fireplace.
They set off as a group towards the Leaky Cauldron where they would get three rooms to spend the week in.