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Harry woke up, ate a bowel of cereal and headed through the fireplace (Sirius had left a note to do so). "THE REDWOOD CABIN!"
"morning Harry!" Mundungus exclaimed, already sitting down with a beer on the couch.
"you ok Harry?" Sirius asked.
"I'm fine. I was just surprised that's all." Harry replied. "Don't tell everybody ok?"
"I'll try not to let it slip." Sirius paused. "I threw away the rest of the mirror."
"WHAT!?"
"I don't want you spending your life talking to memories."
"SIRIUS YOU CAN'T HAVE!"
Sirius had his first look of impatience flash upon him, which Harry had never seen before. He stopped, having never seen Sirius angry at him, and having no desire to see in the future. He did however remember Sirius the night he had met him, toward Peter the anger was incredible.
"You're right Sirius." Harry replied, wondering what had caused that look to come across Sirius, possibly a bad morning.
"I knew you'd understand kid." Sirius answered, ruffling his godson's hair. "Now one more thing I'd like you to know. Snape is dropping by this morning for something about the Order, do behave."
"You're the one who needs to hear that speech."
Sirius grinned and twirled his wand between his fingers. "I suppose."
.
At about lunch time Harry and Sirius were playing a game of wizards chess, Harry winning.
"KILL!" Harry screamed at his knight. "KILL HIS PAWN!"
Sirius winced, his pawn receiving possibly the biggest beating ever from a strong knight. "QUEEN TO B4!" he shouted angrily.
"You're moving your Queen there?"
"Yep."
"Even I know that's a death trap! Look, my bishops over there, right there, see?"
"Hm." Sirius replied.
"Hm, what?"
"Check mate."
"What?"
"Look." Sirius grinned and pointed to his pawn which was proudly blowing rasberrys at Harry's king.
"And? I can still move."
"No you can't."
"You cheated! You were supposed to call that earlier!"
"No, I was formulating!"
"You cheated! That's not fair!"
BASH.
"ERVILLE!" Sirius screeched, now looking at the state of the overturned chess board.
"Good job Erville, Sirius was cheating."
Sirius glared at Harry before starting to pick up the chess pieces.
Harry bent down and picked up his own, but started laughing when Sirius's knight was getting practically murdered by Harry's castle, even though the game was over.
"There's an Order meeting starting right now, yes that's why Snape's here now (he came in through the back door so that we didn't have to deal with him). So keep your self busy and I'll see you afterward."
"Ok." Harry replied as Sirius went into the kitchen and shut the door behind him.
Harry sat there for a while, organizing his pieces back on the chess board and reading some hunting magazine (Erville went into the meeting too so Harry was completely alone.) Then he heard voices, voices coming from the door that Sirius had told him not to go into. What was in there? Voices. He slowly made his way down the steps toward the basement (the forbidden door). "Hello?"
There was moaning, like someone was in pain.
"Hullo?"
Pleading for help! "NO PLEASE DON'T! NO!"
Harry couldn't help it. He took out his wand and bolted open the door. What he found was strange. It was a bright red glowing liquid, in a bowl in the center of the room, bubbling. As he moved closer it spat out a huge bubble with popped in midair. The sound were coming from in there! He moved closer, but jumped when the door shut behind him. "Hullo?" he asked.
He felt like throwing up, he felt sick, as he saw what lie inside of the liquid.
Bodies, dead bodies, floating everywhere- what was this place? There were images swirling in the liquid next to each body. It took Harry a moment to realize that the rotted corpses were not real, but merely dummies. The images next to them were apparently of the people when they were alive, showing them screaming-
"HARRY!"
Harry turned around, and felt his heart drop- Sirius.
"WHAT DID I TLEL YOU!?" he shouted.
"What is this place?" Harry asked weakly.
"NEVER YOU MIND THAT!" Sirius replied. "THE QUESTION IS WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HERE!?"
"I-I heard voices, I had to see what was going on, I didn't mean any harm! Honest!"
There was the anger on Sirius's face that Harry so dearly had wanted to avoid. If only he hadn't have had some sort of bad morning, and he'd be calm!
"How did you know I was in here?" Harry asked.
"Well," Sirius spat, "For starters you left the door open."
"It closed on me-"
"It only appears to close, and second of all, you weren't sitting on that couch anymore and I know you well enough to know that you'd have most definitely gone in here!"
"I'm sorry- I just- what if someone needed help!?"
"I told you to stay out of here! No one needed help Harry! It's all clues of those whom have been killed by Voldemort! Clues to stop Voldemort! The only person who has died in the house- ever- is Erville!"
"Sirius, I'm sorry-"
Sirius just pointed to the door, still glaring at Harry.
"Ok," Harry squeaked, "I'm leaving."
Sirius didn't reply, still pointing at the door.
Once Harry was seated on the couch (and the basement door was shut) he found every pair of eyes in the Order on him.
Sirius came up behind him and stood there for a moment before stating, "Harry here found what lies beyond the basement door."
Harry sniffed. "I'm really sorry! I didn't know-"
"You knew perfectly well not to go in there!" Sirius snarled.
"Sirius," Dumbledore said calmly, "Hold your temper for later. For now it is a matter of answering Harry's questions.. We cannot let him go off confused about this. Who knows what he could think if he forms his own conclusions. We don't want him to worry."
"I already told him!" Sirius yelled.
Dumbledore looked at Sirius before looking at Harry. "Now what would you like to know Harry?"
"Why?"
"Why," Dumbledore replied, "It's all just a way of formulating ideas, as to patterns, ways Voldemort strikes, etc. The dummies are not real, neither are the images. They are just accounts of what we can squeeze out from what people tell us, witnesses. Now what else?"
"Is it working?"
"Most certainly."
"Why wasn't I supposed to know in the first place?"
Dumbledore looked at Sirius, whom was gripping the back of the couch in fury at that question, but Dumbledore answered with, "It was to protect you. You see, we didn't want you finding out any information, because if Voldemort tried Occlumency again, he might be able to know what we're up to."
Harry felt a wave of guilt flush through him.
"But now," Dumbledore replied, "What we do next, will be secret to you."
Harry nodded.
"Don't feel guilty. It's alright, you didn't know."
"Try listening to me next time won't you!?" Sirius howled.
"Voldemort could try and use you even more, since he knows you have more information. Sirius especially put his foot down about going into that room. For now on it's off limits."
Sirius scowled. "I told him that-"
"At least until we form a new plan. I suppose you were to find out sooner or later, especially since you are so much like your father."
The Order started filing back into the kitchen leaving Sirius and Harry alone (Erville was very interested in the Order meetings so he followed).
"Well." Sirius stated. "Have you learned to listen to me?"
"Sirius- I didn't know. I thought someone was hurt. I'm sorry-" Harry replied. "And I know you're angry and all, but it's over."
Sirius looked as if he were about to hit Harry but calmed down slightly. "I want you to-"
"Sirius-"
"Go upstairs- and I don't want you back down here the rest of the afternoon- got it? I don't want you near that basement! I don't want you sitting down here to where you're even tempted by it!"
Harry nodded. "Ok." And disappeared up the stairs.
"Calm before you give yourself a heart attack." Tonks said gently, sitting down next to Sirius.
Sirius glared at her. "I can't believe him!"
"Just give him a little break, he's just a kid."
"But I told him to stay out of there, he completely disobeyed me, knowing that it was for the Order and he couldn't go down there-"
"Sirius, you wanted him to be like James, so there you go. He's like James."
Sirius sighed and picked up the hunting magazine himself, pretending to read it as Tonks looked at him sympathetically. "Come on- how about something to eat or-?"
"Leave me in peace."
Tonks took his arm and dragged him into the kitchen. "You need to chill out."
Harry looked around the living room. Good, coast clear. He was drawn toward the room. He couldn't believe that Sirius had gotten that angry over a room, but he was sure he would find Cedric's body in there, as well as memories of his parents. He also saw a strange looking orb at the end of the room, which grabbed at him the most.
He opened the door, wanting to know what the orb he had seen was. He remembered to shut the door this time, and walked over to the orb. It was blue and as he reached over to touch it, it zapped him, in an electric shock, buzzing up at him. Just as he turned toward the red liquid, the shock came out in a lightening like way, in a sort of rope and tied around his ankle, before zapping again.
Harry looked up and found himself in a place he didn't recognize. There was a girl, standing on a cliff, the breeze blowing the meadow grass and flowers around her, staring off into the ocean and the sunset.
"Excuse me," Harry said, walking up to her. "Do you know where I am?"
She apparently couldn't hear him, but took a deep breath and stared into the wind. She was beautiful, but was staring off with a cold expression. "They'll understand one day.
Just then Harry recognized the man who showed up right behind her. Voldemort.
He sprung but went right through him. "HEY! WATCH OUT!"
The girl turned to find Voldemort and screamed.
Harry then found himself sprawled on the floor, staring at the orb again. Who was that girl? What was this orb?
Sirius cleared his throat and Harry turned to find him, glaring down. "I couldn't help it." Harry squeaked.
"Couldn't help it." Sirius repeated.
"I'll just go upstairs now." Harry replied. "Yeah, I'd better." He started up the basement stairs when Sirius didn't follow him, startling him.
"Sirius?"
But Sirius was staring into the orb. Then Harry realized it was a memory, and he wasn't in the basement, he was at the Grimmauld Place. He then realized that Sirius looked younger, like a sixtten year old.
"This is your future!" Mrs. Black screeched, circling him. "Is this what you want?"
"Yes." Sirius replied.
She struck him. "Well no son of mine would choose this!"
Sirius didn't reply, he just stared at the ground.
Harry so dearly wanted to hurt Mrs. Black, for hurting Sirius.
The orb flashed again, when he saw himself, staring into Quirril's eyes. "Who would suspect, poor,st-stuttering, Professor Quirrel?"
Harry remembered this, and looked away at Voldemort's ugly face. But the vision swirled away at a voice.
"Harry!"
"I-I'm sorry!" Harry said, sitting up. "I-I didn't mean any harm! I'm sorry!" He looked at the floor and continued to stare at it.
Sirius took his shoulder roughly and went up the stairs, past Tonks's puzzled looks and up the other set of stairs until he had thrown Harry into a bedroom, stepped inside himself, and slammed the door. "NOW WHAT WAS THAT ABOUT!?" he shouted.
"I'I'm sorry- I really am! I couldn't help myself!"
Sirius glared at him. "You're lucky I don't just yell at you in front of everyone! You're lucky I'm a patient man Harry!"
Harry looked away, "Ok, I deserve whatever I get."
"Yeah, you do." Sirius replied, taking out his wand.
Harry;s eyes grew wide. Sirius was known to act without thinking- but- with a wand?
He sighed in relief as Sirisu merely used it to conjure himself a sandwich.]
"Aren't you going to-"
"-punish you?" Sirius finished, taking a bite of his sandwich. "Nah. The orb grabbed at me when I was your age too. Soemthing about it that's puzzled me since I first saw it in my mother's study.But." Sirius replied, his mouth full, "-since you haven't had dinner-"
"I just had lunch." Harry answered.
"Three hours ago."
"No, ten minutes ago."
"You were next to the orb longer than you think kid."
"Oh."
Sirius sat next to Harry on the bed and handed him the sandwich. "I'm not the type that stays mad Harry."
Harry smiled gratefully and looked at the sandwich, hesitating before taking a bite.
Sirius paced the room. "I don't know what to do about this though. Obviously something is pulling you toward the orb. Personallly I think it's Voldemort."
Harry sighed. "Go ahead, say what you want to say already."
Sirius swallowed a bite of sandwich that he had ripped off from the one that he had given Harry. "I don't think screaming at you's going to do the trick. Obviously, something is forcing you to go there."
Harry shook his head and answered weakly, "I just got curious."
"I did too, when I was exactly your age, exactly the same day of the year, same time which I find odd."
"I saw you in there, looking at the orb."
"My mother found me transfixed with it and shouted at me about finding something better to do with my time. She chose that opportunity to reprimand me about the future I was headed for." Sirius shook his head. "She hated me."
"She said she didn't hate you until you ran away."
Sirius's eyes narrowed and he snarled, "I'd appreciate it if you'd stop talking to my mother, thank you Harry!"
"Sorry Sirius, but I got frustrated."
"My mother was a very frustrating woman."
"What do I do now?"
"What do you mean?"
"You still look mad."
Sirius shrugged. "Lock you in the cupboard under the stairs?" He grinned jokingly.
.
Who was that girl he saw? She seemed afraid of Voldemort, and yet the place she stood out was no where in America.
Besides, Harry had figured he'd never know where she was, since he thought Sirius would have murdererd him on the spot for going back into the basement to look at the orb.
But there was something about her that he couldn't avoid.
Her eyes, a deep blue, that were widened in shock when she saw a wand held to her throat-
Who was she?
.
"Melanie, you have no idea." Voldemort said, taking a bit of a steak.
"I never needed anyone to show up in the middle of my life. I was fine alone." She stated. "It took a while to get used to it, but I am."
Voldemort dropped his fork, which clanged loudly onto his plate. "You certainly needed someone by the looks of you."
She glared at him. "I've been getting along quite fine thank you. Now why did you show up so suddenly?"
Voldemort smiled wickedly. "There is a boy that I need you to meet- lead me to."
Melanie rolled her eyes. "What do I look like to you-"
Voldemort held up his wand to silence her. "You will trick this boy into thinking you love him. Then you will bring me to him- after you bring me secrets about the Order of the Pheonix of course. I already gave him a glimpse of you in something he has that he looked into today, an orb of some kind I believe, so he thinks you're a damsel in distress, to make it easier. Since you two are exactly the same age it should work. But you will do this-"
"But-"
Voldemort scowled. "Do it, because I am not afraid to use the Cruciatus Curse."
Melanie swallowed hard. "Yes father."
please review. And tell me what you think! I'm gonna try and bring Sirius's anger down a notch though, he just, like I said, had a bad morning. Everybody has those once in a while.
Harry woke up, ate a bowel of cereal and headed through the fireplace (Sirius had left a note to do so). "THE REDWOOD CABIN!"
"morning Harry!" Mundungus exclaimed, already sitting down with a beer on the couch.
"you ok Harry?" Sirius asked.
"I'm fine. I was just surprised that's all." Harry replied. "Don't tell everybody ok?"
"I'll try not to let it slip." Sirius paused. "I threw away the rest of the mirror."
"WHAT!?"
"I don't want you spending your life talking to memories."
"SIRIUS YOU CAN'T HAVE!"
Sirius had his first look of impatience flash upon him, which Harry had never seen before. He stopped, having never seen Sirius angry at him, and having no desire to see in the future. He did however remember Sirius the night he had met him, toward Peter the anger was incredible.
"You're right Sirius." Harry replied, wondering what had caused that look to come across Sirius, possibly a bad morning.
"I knew you'd understand kid." Sirius answered, ruffling his godson's hair. "Now one more thing I'd like you to know. Snape is dropping by this morning for something about the Order, do behave."
"You're the one who needs to hear that speech."
Sirius grinned and twirled his wand between his fingers. "I suppose."
.
At about lunch time Harry and Sirius were playing a game of wizards chess, Harry winning.
"KILL!" Harry screamed at his knight. "KILL HIS PAWN!"
Sirius winced, his pawn receiving possibly the biggest beating ever from a strong knight. "QUEEN TO B4!" he shouted angrily.
"You're moving your Queen there?"
"Yep."
"Even I know that's a death trap! Look, my bishops over there, right there, see?"
"Hm." Sirius replied.
"Hm, what?"
"Check mate."
"What?"
"Look." Sirius grinned and pointed to his pawn which was proudly blowing rasberrys at Harry's king.
"And? I can still move."
"No you can't."
"You cheated! You were supposed to call that earlier!"
"No, I was formulating!"
"You cheated! That's not fair!"
BASH.
"ERVILLE!" Sirius screeched, now looking at the state of the overturned chess board.
"Good job Erville, Sirius was cheating."
Sirius glared at Harry before starting to pick up the chess pieces.
Harry bent down and picked up his own, but started laughing when Sirius's knight was getting practically murdered by Harry's castle, even though the game was over.
"There's an Order meeting starting right now, yes that's why Snape's here now (he came in through the back door so that we didn't have to deal with him). So keep your self busy and I'll see you afterward."
"Ok." Harry replied as Sirius went into the kitchen and shut the door behind him.
Harry sat there for a while, organizing his pieces back on the chess board and reading some hunting magazine (Erville went into the meeting too so Harry was completely alone.) Then he heard voices, voices coming from the door that Sirius had told him not to go into. What was in there? Voices. He slowly made his way down the steps toward the basement (the forbidden door). "Hello?"
There was moaning, like someone was in pain.
"Hullo?"
Pleading for help! "NO PLEASE DON'T! NO!"
Harry couldn't help it. He took out his wand and bolted open the door. What he found was strange. It was a bright red glowing liquid, in a bowl in the center of the room, bubbling. As he moved closer it spat out a huge bubble with popped in midair. The sound were coming from in there! He moved closer, but jumped when the door shut behind him. "Hullo?" he asked.
He felt like throwing up, he felt sick, as he saw what lie inside of the liquid.
Bodies, dead bodies, floating everywhere- what was this place? There were images swirling in the liquid next to each body. It took Harry a moment to realize that the rotted corpses were not real, but merely dummies. The images next to them were apparently of the people when they were alive, showing them screaming-
"HARRY!"
Harry turned around, and felt his heart drop- Sirius.
"WHAT DID I TLEL YOU!?" he shouted.
"What is this place?" Harry asked weakly.
"NEVER YOU MIND THAT!" Sirius replied. "THE QUESTION IS WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HERE!?"
"I-I heard voices, I had to see what was going on, I didn't mean any harm! Honest!"
There was the anger on Sirius's face that Harry so dearly had wanted to avoid. If only he hadn't have had some sort of bad morning, and he'd be calm!
"How did you know I was in here?" Harry asked.
"Well," Sirius spat, "For starters you left the door open."
"It closed on me-"
"It only appears to close, and second of all, you weren't sitting on that couch anymore and I know you well enough to know that you'd have most definitely gone in here!"
"I'm sorry- I just- what if someone needed help!?"
"I told you to stay out of here! No one needed help Harry! It's all clues of those whom have been killed by Voldemort! Clues to stop Voldemort! The only person who has died in the house- ever- is Erville!"
"Sirius, I'm sorry-"
Sirius just pointed to the door, still glaring at Harry.
"Ok," Harry squeaked, "I'm leaving."
Sirius didn't reply, still pointing at the door.
Once Harry was seated on the couch (and the basement door was shut) he found every pair of eyes in the Order on him.
Sirius came up behind him and stood there for a moment before stating, "Harry here found what lies beyond the basement door."
Harry sniffed. "I'm really sorry! I didn't know-"
"You knew perfectly well not to go in there!" Sirius snarled.
"Sirius," Dumbledore said calmly, "Hold your temper for later. For now it is a matter of answering Harry's questions.. We cannot let him go off confused about this. Who knows what he could think if he forms his own conclusions. We don't want him to worry."
"I already told him!" Sirius yelled.
Dumbledore looked at Sirius before looking at Harry. "Now what would you like to know Harry?"
"Why?"
"Why," Dumbledore replied, "It's all just a way of formulating ideas, as to patterns, ways Voldemort strikes, etc. The dummies are not real, neither are the images. They are just accounts of what we can squeeze out from what people tell us, witnesses. Now what else?"
"Is it working?"
"Most certainly."
"Why wasn't I supposed to know in the first place?"
Dumbledore looked at Sirius, whom was gripping the back of the couch in fury at that question, but Dumbledore answered with, "It was to protect you. You see, we didn't want you finding out any information, because if Voldemort tried Occlumency again, he might be able to know what we're up to."
Harry felt a wave of guilt flush through him.
"But now," Dumbledore replied, "What we do next, will be secret to you."
Harry nodded.
"Don't feel guilty. It's alright, you didn't know."
"Try listening to me next time won't you!?" Sirius howled.
"Voldemort could try and use you even more, since he knows you have more information. Sirius especially put his foot down about going into that room. For now on it's off limits."
Sirius scowled. "I told him that-"
"At least until we form a new plan. I suppose you were to find out sooner or later, especially since you are so much like your father."
The Order started filing back into the kitchen leaving Sirius and Harry alone (Erville was very interested in the Order meetings so he followed).
"Well." Sirius stated. "Have you learned to listen to me?"
"Sirius- I didn't know. I thought someone was hurt. I'm sorry-" Harry replied. "And I know you're angry and all, but it's over."
Sirius looked as if he were about to hit Harry but calmed down slightly. "I want you to-"
"Sirius-"
"Go upstairs- and I don't want you back down here the rest of the afternoon- got it? I don't want you near that basement! I don't want you sitting down here to where you're even tempted by it!"
Harry nodded. "Ok." And disappeared up the stairs.
"Calm before you give yourself a heart attack." Tonks said gently, sitting down next to Sirius.
Sirius glared at her. "I can't believe him!"
"Just give him a little break, he's just a kid."
"But I told him to stay out of there, he completely disobeyed me, knowing that it was for the Order and he couldn't go down there-"
"Sirius, you wanted him to be like James, so there you go. He's like James."
Sirius sighed and picked up the hunting magazine himself, pretending to read it as Tonks looked at him sympathetically. "Come on- how about something to eat or-?"
"Leave me in peace."
Tonks took his arm and dragged him into the kitchen. "You need to chill out."
Harry looked around the living room. Good, coast clear. He was drawn toward the room. He couldn't believe that Sirius had gotten that angry over a room, but he was sure he would find Cedric's body in there, as well as memories of his parents. He also saw a strange looking orb at the end of the room, which grabbed at him the most.
He opened the door, wanting to know what the orb he had seen was. He remembered to shut the door this time, and walked over to the orb. It was blue and as he reached over to touch it, it zapped him, in an electric shock, buzzing up at him. Just as he turned toward the red liquid, the shock came out in a lightening like way, in a sort of rope and tied around his ankle, before zapping again.
Harry looked up and found himself in a place he didn't recognize. There was a girl, standing on a cliff, the breeze blowing the meadow grass and flowers around her, staring off into the ocean and the sunset.
"Excuse me," Harry said, walking up to her. "Do you know where I am?"
She apparently couldn't hear him, but took a deep breath and stared into the wind. She was beautiful, but was staring off with a cold expression. "They'll understand one day.
Just then Harry recognized the man who showed up right behind her. Voldemort.
He sprung but went right through him. "HEY! WATCH OUT!"
The girl turned to find Voldemort and screamed.
Harry then found himself sprawled on the floor, staring at the orb again. Who was that girl? What was this orb?
Sirius cleared his throat and Harry turned to find him, glaring down. "I couldn't help it." Harry squeaked.
"Couldn't help it." Sirius repeated.
"I'll just go upstairs now." Harry replied. "Yeah, I'd better." He started up the basement stairs when Sirius didn't follow him, startling him.
"Sirius?"
But Sirius was staring into the orb. Then Harry realized it was a memory, and he wasn't in the basement, he was at the Grimmauld Place. He then realized that Sirius looked younger, like a sixtten year old.
"This is your future!" Mrs. Black screeched, circling him. "Is this what you want?"
"Yes." Sirius replied.
She struck him. "Well no son of mine would choose this!"
Sirius didn't reply, he just stared at the ground.
Harry so dearly wanted to hurt Mrs. Black, for hurting Sirius.
The orb flashed again, when he saw himself, staring into Quirril's eyes. "Who would suspect, poor,st-stuttering, Professor Quirrel?"
Harry remembered this, and looked away at Voldemort's ugly face. But the vision swirled away at a voice.
"Harry!"
"I-I'm sorry!" Harry said, sitting up. "I-I didn't mean any harm! I'm sorry!" He looked at the floor and continued to stare at it.
Sirius took his shoulder roughly and went up the stairs, past Tonks's puzzled looks and up the other set of stairs until he had thrown Harry into a bedroom, stepped inside himself, and slammed the door. "NOW WHAT WAS THAT ABOUT!?" he shouted.
"I'I'm sorry- I really am! I couldn't help myself!"
Sirius glared at him. "You're lucky I don't just yell at you in front of everyone! You're lucky I'm a patient man Harry!"
Harry looked away, "Ok, I deserve whatever I get."
"Yeah, you do." Sirius replied, taking out his wand.
Harry;s eyes grew wide. Sirius was known to act without thinking- but- with a wand?
He sighed in relief as Sirisu merely used it to conjure himself a sandwich.]
"Aren't you going to-"
"-punish you?" Sirius finished, taking a bite of his sandwich. "Nah. The orb grabbed at me when I was your age too. Soemthing about it that's puzzled me since I first saw it in my mother's study.But." Sirius replied, his mouth full, "-since you haven't had dinner-"
"I just had lunch." Harry answered.
"Three hours ago."
"No, ten minutes ago."
"You were next to the orb longer than you think kid."
"Oh."
Sirius sat next to Harry on the bed and handed him the sandwich. "I'm not the type that stays mad Harry."
Harry smiled gratefully and looked at the sandwich, hesitating before taking a bite.
Sirius paced the room. "I don't know what to do about this though. Obviously something is pulling you toward the orb. Personallly I think it's Voldemort."
Harry sighed. "Go ahead, say what you want to say already."
Sirius swallowed a bite of sandwich that he had ripped off from the one that he had given Harry. "I don't think screaming at you's going to do the trick. Obviously, something is forcing you to go there."
Harry shook his head and answered weakly, "I just got curious."
"I did too, when I was exactly your age, exactly the same day of the year, same time which I find odd."
"I saw you in there, looking at the orb."
"My mother found me transfixed with it and shouted at me about finding something better to do with my time. She chose that opportunity to reprimand me about the future I was headed for." Sirius shook his head. "She hated me."
"She said she didn't hate you until you ran away."
Sirius's eyes narrowed and he snarled, "I'd appreciate it if you'd stop talking to my mother, thank you Harry!"
"Sorry Sirius, but I got frustrated."
"My mother was a very frustrating woman."
"What do I do now?"
"What do you mean?"
"You still look mad."
Sirius shrugged. "Lock you in the cupboard under the stairs?" He grinned jokingly.
.
Who was that girl he saw? She seemed afraid of Voldemort, and yet the place she stood out was no where in America.
Besides, Harry had figured he'd never know where she was, since he thought Sirius would have murdererd him on the spot for going back into the basement to look at the orb.
But there was something about her that he couldn't avoid.
Her eyes, a deep blue, that were widened in shock when she saw a wand held to her throat-
Who was she?
.
"Melanie, you have no idea." Voldemort said, taking a bit of a steak.
"I never needed anyone to show up in the middle of my life. I was fine alone." She stated. "It took a while to get used to it, but I am."
Voldemort dropped his fork, which clanged loudly onto his plate. "You certainly needed someone by the looks of you."
She glared at him. "I've been getting along quite fine thank you. Now why did you show up so suddenly?"
Voldemort smiled wickedly. "There is a boy that I need you to meet- lead me to."
Melanie rolled her eyes. "What do I look like to you-"
Voldemort held up his wand to silence her. "You will trick this boy into thinking you love him. Then you will bring me to him- after you bring me secrets about the Order of the Pheonix of course. I already gave him a glimpse of you in something he has that he looked into today, an orb of some kind I believe, so he thinks you're a damsel in distress, to make it easier. Since you two are exactly the same age it should work. But you will do this-"
"But-"
Voldemort scowled. "Do it, because I am not afraid to use the Cruciatus Curse."
Melanie swallowed hard. "Yes father."
please review. And tell me what you think! I'm gonna try and bring Sirius's anger down a notch though, he just, like I said, had a bad morning. Everybody has those once in a while.