Author: Elora Dark, email eloradark@hotmail.com
Title: Harry Potter and the Trials to Come
Rating: R for language
Disclaimer: I am not J.K. Rowling (because if I were I would not have killed Sirius in the first place), nor do I make any money from this story. All characters, except Roan Draven, belong to Ms. Rowling.
Chapter 5: Fighting Amongst FriendsNo one spoke of the happenings of the previous night during breakfast. Roan did not even look up from her coffee cup when Ron greeted her. Sirius and Remus kept exchanging furtive glances between Harry and the deadened form of Roan.
"We need to speak with you upstairs, Roan." Remus murmured lowly, leaning down to Roan's ear. She stirred slightly and slowly followed Sirius and Remus out of the kitchen. Mrs. Weasley made disapproving clucking noises with her tongue.
"They're going to kill her if they keep this up much longer…" she muttered angrily. Harry rolled his eyes and Hermione looked unruffled.
"Oh, I have to show you the books I found in the Black library, they're amazing, original issues, all sorts of spells we'd never learn at Hogwarts." Hermione was babbling as they climbed the stairs to the third floor of the Black House. "Ouch! What the? A blocking spell…" Hermione rubbed her forehead angrily as she seemingly to bounced off thin air at the third floor landing.
"Leave them be for a while! Get down here and help me clean this carpet!" Mrs. Weasley called up the stairs. Hermione looked very upset at having to put off her reading, Harry and Ron looked forlornly over their shoulder. Anything was better then cleaning with Mrs. Weasley.
"You little bugger! I'll teach you to bite me!" Ron muttered angrily at a nasty looking patch of carpet. They had all chosen a different scrubbing spell to clean an area of carpet, Hermione's was by far the best. Her spot had actually changed from a grimy, sooty black color to a putrid brown shade after several hours of scrubbing.
"Well, I think you three deserve a break." Mrs. Wealey called cheerily as she brought up a large platter of sandwiches. After much scrubbing and comparison of bites Ron, Hermione, and Harry enjoyed their lunch.
"YOU DON'T KNOW! YOU WILL NEVER KNOW HOW IT FEELS!" Roan's angry voice echoed throughout the house. Something large was knocked onto to the floor and Ron, Hermione and Harry were covered in dust raining down from the large chandelier.
"ROAN, DAMN IT! LOOK AT IT FROM OUR PRESPECTIVE! WHAT IF…WHAT IF YOU ATTACK HARRY AND WE CAN'T STOP YOU!" Remus was now bellowing.
"ATTACK HIM! I'VE BARELY ENOUGH STRENGTH TO GET OUT OF BED IN THE MORNING! I'VE GIVEN EVERYTHING I AM TO HELP YOU! I SAVED YOUR SORRY ASS, SIRIUS! AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME?" Roan was screaming almost hysterically now.
"I never asked YOU TO! Harry is the most important thing right now, you know that! It's…" Sirius was trying to manage a placating voice, but his anger was very tangible.
"If you want me to leave just FUCKING SAY SO!" Roan screamed back at them, she sounded more hurt than angry.
"That is bloody well enough!" Mrs. Weasley came running up the stairs, looking very disheveled, she banged on the invisible barrier angrily with her wand. "Knock it off you three! Just come down and have a cup of tea!" She was met by the sound of several doors being blown shut.
"You're both bloody cowards! I can feel it inside of you!…Fine, I'll leave!" Roan yelled. Harry, Ron, and Hermione cautiously stuck their head out of the drawing room. Roan was running up another flight of stairs and disappeared for several minutes. The sound of crashing echoed throughout the house.
"Roan, it's not like Sirius doesn't want you to come back. School will be starting in a few days, you're invited to come every weekend!" Remus was standing on the third floor landing yelling up at Roan. She appeared carrying two large bags and a broomstick, her emerald green traveling cloak was trying haphazardly to fasten around her neck.
"Of course, I'm bloody invited back on the weekends! So he can siphon out any remaining strength I have! Have you even noticed how well you look! You haven't looked so fucking healthy since before you went to fucking Azkaban! And you've never once said 'Thank you Roan for killing yourself so I can feel young again'" Roan was hysterical now, beyond crying. Her bags floated beside her and kept bumping into the wall. Harry noticed for the first time how dull Roan's skin had become and the dark circles under her young eyes, gray hair was even showing itself in her once bright tresses.
"What's that supposed to fucking mean!" Sirius yelled angrily as Roan stormed down the stairs. She broke the barrier charm and every door in the house blew open by an unfelt wind.
Roan did a shrinking charm on her luggage, tied it quickly to the back of her broomstick and left Grimmauld Place without even looking back. "She didn't have to leave right now. It's not safe to travel at night!" Mrs. Weasley was shaking with suppressed anger. "And you know she's right Sirius, and you Remus, have either one of you looked at her lately! Hmmm…"
Remus shifted uncomfortably, he hadn't said anything to Sirius about the dangers of using Roan as a means to rid himself of all his pent up anger and frustration. Or to Roan about willingly giving her very life essence to restore Sirius. Sirius stared at Molly, his eyes glowing with hostility. He had noticed that with every passing connection he made with Roan he felt better, younger than he had in years; He'd noticed the way she would stumble up the stairs and collapse onto her bed for hours, waking hours later looking worse.
"On top of that she's still trying to plan her lessons! She hasn't got anywhere else to go! How dare the both of you!" Mrs. Weasley turned angrily and whipped back down the stairs still muttering heatedly.
"I'll check on her tomorrow, sure she's gone to Diagon Alley anyways." Remus muttered before retreating to his room.
"Sirius, come have some tea." Hermione cautiously climbed a few steps towards Sirius. He had still been gazing angrily at the front door and seemed to brake out of a trance. "Maybe later." He grumbled before slamming the doors of the library shut again.