A/N: I'm really sorry that the first chapter is kind of boring. I promise
it'll get better, so PLEASE keep reading!!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. unless you count Ron who is presently bound and gagged in my closet- oops! Ignore that!
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Harry Potter sat staring broodingly out of his bedroom window on a wet, sultry evening. This was what he had been doing every night for the past three weeks. Ever since he had returned from Hogwarts, he hadn't been in much of a mood to do anything. Sure, he had regular communication with his friends, recent birthday gifts of various wizarding candy, and the promise of a rescue from the Dursleys' house, but none of this helped ease the pain inside; The seemingly ceaseless pain for which the only cure was time.
His godfather was dead. Dead and gone. Harry would never see Sirius again. And, worst of all, it was all Harry's fault. If he hadn't been so stubborn, so ignorant; if he would have just listened to Snape and Hermione and Dumbledore and Lupin and even Sirius himself and worked harder at Occlumency; if he hadn't been so stupid as to fall for Voldemort's trick; if he didn't always, as Hermione had said, have such a "saving-people- thing" than Sirius would still have lived.
Harry regretted now having taking his godfather for granted, for ever being mad at Sirius, for not listening to him. All summer, it had been as though someone had dropped an anvil on his chest. He missed his godfather so much, it was like something was gnawing on his insides. And he hated it.
Harry sighed deeply. He walked over to the desk on which Hedwig's vacant cage stood and turned on the lamp. He pulled out a roll of parchment, a quill, and a bottle of ink and sat down. He racked his brain for a moment, trying to think of something to put in a letter to Ron and Hermione. All he could think of was the guilt and the nagging pain inside him and the gaping hole in his heart where Sirius used to be. He had no idea how to put this into words, so he laid down his quill and walked back over to the window again. He rested his elbow on the windowsill and put his cheek on his fist. His thoughts were just wandering back to Sirius when, quite suddenly, Ron Weasley fell out of nowhere into the middle of the floor. Harry started so hugely that his feet left the floor.
"Hello Harry!" said Ron brightly. "Having a good summer?"
"Bloody hell! Ron!" said Harry, startled. "What are you-"
But Harry broke off, for Hermione Granger had just plopped out of nowhere onto his bedroom floor.
"Hermione! What's going on?!"
"Hang on, Harry," said Hermione, "Lupin's coming."
Just then, Lupin plummeted onto the ground between Ron and Hermione.
"Good to see you, Harry!" said Lupin. He pointed his wand at the ceiling and said "Caput!" A thin, floppy, round black disk about as big around as a car tire fell down out of nowhere and landed on the floor. This was too weird. They were all standing there, acting like this was no more unusual than Sunday morning brunch.
"Wh-what are you three doing here?" Harry stammered.
"We're here to take you back to Grimmauld Place," said Lupin.
This was all happening so fast. "What? Now?"
"Yes, Harry," said Hermione.
"Dumbledore feels that you have spent your necessary time here for the Bond of Blood to be complete for this summer. You can come and live at Grimmauld Place for the remainder of the summer," said Lupin.
Shocked and utterly nonplussed, Harry looked around at them and asked the only thing he could think of. "How?"
"We'll be taking a Porthole," said Lupin, nudging the black disk with his foot. "It's the only means of magical transportation that we can guarantee is not being watched by Death Eaters."
"A Porthole? What's that?"
"It's an invention of Dumbledore's. It's something like a portable hole that can take you anywhere. Watch."
Lupin bent down and tapped the stationary disk three times, and said "Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, London, England."
At once the black disk began to quiver. It trembled and shivered and then abruptly stopped. It now seemed that the disk was something of a window into a dark, musty parlor. Harry recognized this as the one inside the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix.
"You see, Harry," said Lupin, "Portholes also allow you to see the place that you will be going to. Very convenient. Now, we'll just put your trunk and the rest of your things through the hole, and then we will go through it ourselves."
This all felt very strange to Harry. Why now? This was all going much to quickly. His mind was reeling. After a moment of confusion, Harry nodded.
"Okay..." said Harry. "I guess I'll go get my stuff, then..."
Harry stuffed some scattered books and clothes into his trunk and closed. He dragged his trunk over to the hole and then stopped.
"What? What's wrong?" said Hermione.
"Well, how is it going to fit?" asked Harry.
"Er... good question..." said Lupin.
"Let's just try it and see what happens," said Ron.
Feeling very doubtful, Harry pushed his trunk over to the hole. Suddenly, with a very cartoonish sound of stretching rubber, the hole stretched until it was the exact shape of the trunk, and the trunk plummeted downward. It seemed to fall much longer than it should have, given that the room appeared to be only about ten feet down. It slowed before it hit the floor and landed noiselessly. Eyebrows raised, Harry grabbed Hedwig's cage and dropped it into the hole, which had shrunk back to its normal size. Again, with the same sound, it swelled just large enough to admit the cage, which fell in exactly the same manner as the trunk.
"Well, Harry, after you," said Lupin.
Harry nodded. He took a deep breath and a last glance around his room, than jumped into the hole.
He was falling, falling very fast. All around him was a rush of color; there was a loud howling in his ears. He fell for a while, longer than he expected to, then he began to slow down. Finally, he landed gently and noiselessly on his feet. He looked up, but there was no sign of the Porthole. Suddenly, just like they had before, Ron, Hermione, and Lupin fell of nowhere in front of him.
Lupin pointed at the ceiling with his wand again, muttered "Caput!", and the Porthole fell down at their feet.
"Well, let's get these things upstairs," said Lupin. "Harry, you get the cage and I'll get your trunk."
Harry plucked up Hedwig's cage with a strong feeling of unexplained awkwardness. Lupin pointed his wand at Harry's trunk and said "Locomotor Trunk!" The trunk rose off the ground a few inches and Lupin guided it smoothly up the stairs, with Harry, Ron, and Hermione trailing behind him. As they passed the stuffed elf heads on the wall, Harry noticed a new, additional head, the one that used to belong to Kreacher.
~Serves him right~ Harry thought savagely ~the little.~
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Please review and tell me if it's good at all! The more reviews I get, the faster I'll add new chapters!!!!!!!!!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. unless you count Ron who is presently bound and gagged in my closet- oops! Ignore that!
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Harry Potter sat staring broodingly out of his bedroom window on a wet, sultry evening. This was what he had been doing every night for the past three weeks. Ever since he had returned from Hogwarts, he hadn't been in much of a mood to do anything. Sure, he had regular communication with his friends, recent birthday gifts of various wizarding candy, and the promise of a rescue from the Dursleys' house, but none of this helped ease the pain inside; The seemingly ceaseless pain for which the only cure was time.
His godfather was dead. Dead and gone. Harry would never see Sirius again. And, worst of all, it was all Harry's fault. If he hadn't been so stubborn, so ignorant; if he would have just listened to Snape and Hermione and Dumbledore and Lupin and even Sirius himself and worked harder at Occlumency; if he hadn't been so stupid as to fall for Voldemort's trick; if he didn't always, as Hermione had said, have such a "saving-people- thing" than Sirius would still have lived.
Harry regretted now having taking his godfather for granted, for ever being mad at Sirius, for not listening to him. All summer, it had been as though someone had dropped an anvil on his chest. He missed his godfather so much, it was like something was gnawing on his insides. And he hated it.
Harry sighed deeply. He walked over to the desk on which Hedwig's vacant cage stood and turned on the lamp. He pulled out a roll of parchment, a quill, and a bottle of ink and sat down. He racked his brain for a moment, trying to think of something to put in a letter to Ron and Hermione. All he could think of was the guilt and the nagging pain inside him and the gaping hole in his heart where Sirius used to be. He had no idea how to put this into words, so he laid down his quill and walked back over to the window again. He rested his elbow on the windowsill and put his cheek on his fist. His thoughts were just wandering back to Sirius when, quite suddenly, Ron Weasley fell out of nowhere into the middle of the floor. Harry started so hugely that his feet left the floor.
"Hello Harry!" said Ron brightly. "Having a good summer?"
"Bloody hell! Ron!" said Harry, startled. "What are you-"
But Harry broke off, for Hermione Granger had just plopped out of nowhere onto his bedroom floor.
"Hermione! What's going on?!"
"Hang on, Harry," said Hermione, "Lupin's coming."
Just then, Lupin plummeted onto the ground between Ron and Hermione.
"Good to see you, Harry!" said Lupin. He pointed his wand at the ceiling and said "Caput!" A thin, floppy, round black disk about as big around as a car tire fell down out of nowhere and landed on the floor. This was too weird. They were all standing there, acting like this was no more unusual than Sunday morning brunch.
"Wh-what are you three doing here?" Harry stammered.
"We're here to take you back to Grimmauld Place," said Lupin.
This was all happening so fast. "What? Now?"
"Yes, Harry," said Hermione.
"Dumbledore feels that you have spent your necessary time here for the Bond of Blood to be complete for this summer. You can come and live at Grimmauld Place for the remainder of the summer," said Lupin.
Shocked and utterly nonplussed, Harry looked around at them and asked the only thing he could think of. "How?"
"We'll be taking a Porthole," said Lupin, nudging the black disk with his foot. "It's the only means of magical transportation that we can guarantee is not being watched by Death Eaters."
"A Porthole? What's that?"
"It's an invention of Dumbledore's. It's something like a portable hole that can take you anywhere. Watch."
Lupin bent down and tapped the stationary disk three times, and said "Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place, London, England."
At once the black disk began to quiver. It trembled and shivered and then abruptly stopped. It now seemed that the disk was something of a window into a dark, musty parlor. Harry recognized this as the one inside the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix.
"You see, Harry," said Lupin, "Portholes also allow you to see the place that you will be going to. Very convenient. Now, we'll just put your trunk and the rest of your things through the hole, and then we will go through it ourselves."
This all felt very strange to Harry. Why now? This was all going much to quickly. His mind was reeling. After a moment of confusion, Harry nodded.
"Okay..." said Harry. "I guess I'll go get my stuff, then..."
Harry stuffed some scattered books and clothes into his trunk and closed. He dragged his trunk over to the hole and then stopped.
"What? What's wrong?" said Hermione.
"Well, how is it going to fit?" asked Harry.
"Er... good question..." said Lupin.
"Let's just try it and see what happens," said Ron.
Feeling very doubtful, Harry pushed his trunk over to the hole. Suddenly, with a very cartoonish sound of stretching rubber, the hole stretched until it was the exact shape of the trunk, and the trunk plummeted downward. It seemed to fall much longer than it should have, given that the room appeared to be only about ten feet down. It slowed before it hit the floor and landed noiselessly. Eyebrows raised, Harry grabbed Hedwig's cage and dropped it into the hole, which had shrunk back to its normal size. Again, with the same sound, it swelled just large enough to admit the cage, which fell in exactly the same manner as the trunk.
"Well, Harry, after you," said Lupin.
Harry nodded. He took a deep breath and a last glance around his room, than jumped into the hole.
He was falling, falling very fast. All around him was a rush of color; there was a loud howling in his ears. He fell for a while, longer than he expected to, then he began to slow down. Finally, he landed gently and noiselessly on his feet. He looked up, but there was no sign of the Porthole. Suddenly, just like they had before, Ron, Hermione, and Lupin fell of nowhere in front of him.
Lupin pointed at the ceiling with his wand again, muttered "Caput!", and the Porthole fell down at their feet.
"Well, let's get these things upstairs," said Lupin. "Harry, you get the cage and I'll get your trunk."
Harry plucked up Hedwig's cage with a strong feeling of unexplained awkwardness. Lupin pointed his wand at Harry's trunk and said "Locomotor Trunk!" The trunk rose off the ground a few inches and Lupin guided it smoothly up the stairs, with Harry, Ron, and Hermione trailing behind him. As they passed the stuffed elf heads on the wall, Harry noticed a new, additional head, the one that used to belong to Kreacher.
~Serves him right~ Harry thought savagely ~the little.~
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Please review and tell me if it's good at all! The more reviews I get, the faster I'll add new chapters!!!!!!!!!