Chapter 2: True or not?
'I need you, Sirius!'
With these words in his head, Sirius woke up. He thought about his dream:
Harry was in heaven. He walked through the gigantic gates and ran towards his godfather. It was the first smile on Harry's face since Sirius had died. "I got a special permisson, Sirius, they allowed me to visit you here!" Both of them had a wide smile on their face when they hugged each other. Sirius couldn't believe he had been seperated from Harry, it felt like a nightmare from which he had finally woken up. Everything was so perfect at that moment. "How long can you stay?" Sirius asked. He had not felt that happy since their first 'real' meeting in the Shrieking Shack the night he explained Harry everything. "I don't know, they said they'd call me back when it's time!" "Then let's waste no time! I bet you want to meet your parents!" And off they went to look for James and Lily. When they had found them, Harry's parents knew already he was there and came running towards them. Harry couldn't wait to greet them, he felt a strange feeling in his stomach, a bit like the butterflies when you're in love...it was the first time he could remember they met! Suddenly, when they nearly arrived, a hole came up right under Harry. He fell through it, down to earth. Sirius, James and Lily were shocked. He was standing there, right in front of them, but then he was taken away again so fast...as if something superior and supernatural didn't want them to meet. Just as fast as Harry had gone from Sirius, guilt and sadness came back to him. He should have held Harry's hand to rescue him, sprung after him, anything to prevent them being seperated a third time! The hole closed seconds after Harry had disappeared through it, and the other three were still standing around it aghast.
The next thing Sirius saw was that Harry landed on his bed, completely confused, but just in time for the Daily Prophet. About half a minute later, Harry finally noticed the owl was sitting on his shoulder, knocking against his head. He gave her a knut and unrolled the Prophet. 'NO CLUE ABOUT YOU-KNOW-WHO!' The big headline on the frontpage read. It was the first report about Voldemort since the summer holidays had started. '"We are afraid, but He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has vanished!" was the Ministry's statement. "We are doing all we can to find the Dark Lord, but he seems to know every step our people make!" Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic, said in an interview some hours ago. It is not at all astonishing that You-Know-Who has not been found yet. He had more than one year of time in which the Ministry made everybody believe that Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts, and Harry Potter, the boy who lived, were telling lies. And now they're trying really hard to conceal that Marvella Agonis, Special Agent for Mr Potters protection, has been attacked by the dark side and has not been seen ever since. The Death Eaters and their leader seem to know the exact location of Harry Potter and might just be waiting for him to leave the house...'
That was too much. Harry lay the Prophet aside and walked to the window. He looked distrustful into each direction. Were they sitting out there, looking at him right now? Harry turned his back to the window and sank to the ground, his head in his hands. It was bad enough he knew he was in danger. Why did the Daily Prophet have to confirm his fear, and even increase it? Harry must be in more danger than he thought he was...he didn't know there was a Special Agent for his protection. 'I need you, Sirius!' Harry's thoughts screamed, hoping his godfather could hear and help him, just sit there next to him, so that he didn't feel lonely anymore.
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That's chapter #2. I hope you enjoyed it. Review, please.
*~*Beatty*~*
'I need you, Sirius!'
With these words in his head, Sirius woke up. He thought about his dream:
Harry was in heaven. He walked through the gigantic gates and ran towards his godfather. It was the first smile on Harry's face since Sirius had died. "I got a special permisson, Sirius, they allowed me to visit you here!" Both of them had a wide smile on their face when they hugged each other. Sirius couldn't believe he had been seperated from Harry, it felt like a nightmare from which he had finally woken up. Everything was so perfect at that moment. "How long can you stay?" Sirius asked. He had not felt that happy since their first 'real' meeting in the Shrieking Shack the night he explained Harry everything. "I don't know, they said they'd call me back when it's time!" "Then let's waste no time! I bet you want to meet your parents!" And off they went to look for James and Lily. When they had found them, Harry's parents knew already he was there and came running towards them. Harry couldn't wait to greet them, he felt a strange feeling in his stomach, a bit like the butterflies when you're in love...it was the first time he could remember they met! Suddenly, when they nearly arrived, a hole came up right under Harry. He fell through it, down to earth. Sirius, James and Lily were shocked. He was standing there, right in front of them, but then he was taken away again so fast...as if something superior and supernatural didn't want them to meet. Just as fast as Harry had gone from Sirius, guilt and sadness came back to him. He should have held Harry's hand to rescue him, sprung after him, anything to prevent them being seperated a third time! The hole closed seconds after Harry had disappeared through it, and the other three were still standing around it aghast.
The next thing Sirius saw was that Harry landed on his bed, completely confused, but just in time for the Daily Prophet. About half a minute later, Harry finally noticed the owl was sitting on his shoulder, knocking against his head. He gave her a knut and unrolled the Prophet. 'NO CLUE ABOUT YOU-KNOW-WHO!' The big headline on the frontpage read. It was the first report about Voldemort since the summer holidays had started. '"We are afraid, but He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has vanished!" was the Ministry's statement. "We are doing all we can to find the Dark Lord, but he seems to know every step our people make!" Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic, said in an interview some hours ago. It is not at all astonishing that You-Know-Who has not been found yet. He had more than one year of time in which the Ministry made everybody believe that Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts, and Harry Potter, the boy who lived, were telling lies. And now they're trying really hard to conceal that Marvella Agonis, Special Agent for Mr Potters protection, has been attacked by the dark side and has not been seen ever since. The Death Eaters and their leader seem to know the exact location of Harry Potter and might just be waiting for him to leave the house...'
That was too much. Harry lay the Prophet aside and walked to the window. He looked distrustful into each direction. Were they sitting out there, looking at him right now? Harry turned his back to the window and sank to the ground, his head in his hands. It was bad enough he knew he was in danger. Why did the Daily Prophet have to confirm his fear, and even increase it? Harry must be in more danger than he thought he was...he didn't know there was a Special Agent for his protection. 'I need you, Sirius!' Harry's thoughts screamed, hoping his godfather could hear and help him, just sit there next to him, so that he didn't feel lonely anymore.
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That's chapter #2. I hope you enjoyed it. Review, please.
*~*Beatty*~*