Harry Potter and the Mirror of Nostradamus
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Chapter 5: The Room at Grimmauld Place
Harry cursed under his breath. He couldn't go back now; they'd already seen him. The last person he wanted to see now was the Potions Master whom he still- although not as strongly- blamed for Sirius's death. But a small part of him- a very small part- told him that he'd judged Snape, like he'd done Dumbledore and Hermione, and while he still hated the man, when he thought about it, he couldn't blame him for being furious at Harry for seeing his private memories. Harry would have been too.
"I- I didn't know there was a meeting," he said quickly, turning around to leave, but Lupin stopped him. "No, it's over; come sit down, Harry." He waved a hand, gesturing towards the chair next to him, across from Snape. Harry was tempted to decline, but he wouldn't give Snape the satisfaction of knowing he'd scared him away. Seeing he had no choice, he perched reluctantly on the wooden chair beside Remus, keeping his eyes on one of the cupboards above the sink.
He suddenly remembered a meeting similar to this one, but it hadn't been Remus sitting with Snape, it had been Sirius…
He looked up. Snape was watching him, black eyes glittering. "Professor," Harry said through his teeth.
"Potter." The Potions professor nodded while Harry wondered how Lupin could stand to actually sit and have a conversation with this man.
"We're waiting for Alastor." Lupin told Harry. "Moody and I both missed the meeting and Severus kindly volunteered to give us the main points." Snape snorted, looking like this was the last place he wanted to be in. Harry could tell from both their expressions that Snape had just been with Voldemort and was reporting. A rush of curiosity welled up in him as he wondered what the Dark Lord was planning next. Because he was surely planning something…
Harry nodded in reply to Lupin, wishing he could stay to hear the main points as well. "So," said Lupin conversationally while Snape drummed his fingers lazily on the table and Harry wondered what he had gotten himself into. "Did you get your OWLs yet, Harry?"
"Yeah, I did."
"How did you do?" Lupin's light brown eyes were twinkling.
"Oh, fine," Harry replied. Then he smiled slightly. Snape would certainly be listening; maybe this was his chance to finally prove himself to the man who thought he was an idiot. He didn't look at him, but instead kept his gaze on the ex- professor. "I did okay in everything except Divination and History of Magic," he clarified.
"As in dreadful?"
"No, poor."
"And the rest?" Lupin pressed.
"Pretty good," said Harry vaguely. He did not want to seem like he was showing off on purpose but prayed that Lupin would keep asking. And he did.
"Any Outstandings?" Harry didn't reply immediately and instead sneaked a quick glance at Snape. He was looking boredly out of the window but Harry knew he was listening.
"Yes, er.. Defense-" Lupin beamed while Snape let out a derisive sort. Harry ignored him. "And charms…… …and Potions," he muttered.
Lupin
stared at him in surprise and Harry felt slightly embarrassed. "Wow, Harry- I'm proud of you-" Harry grinned while trying not to look at Snape although he wished he could see the expression on his face. "…I must say though, I mean- I know for a fact how good you are in DADA and perhaps Charms as well, but…potions? I was rather under the impression you were…" He glanced meaningfully at Snape.
"Indeed," the ex- Death Eater turned and raised an eyebrow at them. "How much did you pay them, Potter?" he asked softly, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
Harry unconsciously cracked his knuckles under the table and was about to give Snape a piece of his mind about how not all Potions examiners were as blind as he was. Images came to his mind of Snape as he threw away cauldron after cauldron of Harry's potions and marked zero after zero, but then decided he wasn't worth it. Snape just wanted to get a rise out of him, here, in Sirius's house, at this very table. Harry knew he deserved his grade and he knew Snape knew it too, and that was enough for him. So he merely glanced at Snape for a moment before turning back to Lupin and completely disregarding the other man.
"Thank you, professor. I was surprised too…but I'm glad."
Lupin smiled. "And you should be," he said firmly, seeming surprised that Harry had not reacted to Snape's taunt. "So I suppose this means you'll be in Severus's NEWT class next year…"
Harry choked. Snape sneered. "How lovely, Lupin- you know I'll be looking forward to it," he drawled. "And where is that paranoid being of a wizard supposed to arrive? This may surprise you, but I have better things to do than play chit-chat in Black's old kitchen…"
Lupin blinked. "I'm sorry the work of the Order of the Phoenix is so mundane to you, Severus." His voice was uncharacteristically hard and Harry didn't blame him. He sprang from his seat, having heard enough, and spoke before Snape had the chance to come up with a sarcastic reply. "I'm going up to see the others," he muttered. "Er- Professor Lupin?"
Lupin turned to him and Harry caught the weary, distressed look in his eyes. "You know that…thing I asked you to give back? Well…"
"It's upstairs, and safe," Lupin cut him off while Snape appeared somewhat intrigued. "I'll give it back before dinner." He watched Harry suspiciously. "You haven't told me what's so important about it." Their eyes met and Harry could tell immediately that Lupin had figured out it had something to do with Padfoot.
"I know what you're thinking. You're right," Harry said resignedly. He didn't care; he wouldn't let Lupin or anyone else stop him anyway, so it didn't matter. Lupin nodded slowly. "I'm afraid I still don't understand, but…it is your right…I shall return it." He looked so distressed that Harry wondered for a moment if perhaps he would actually like the idea of talking to Sirius through the map…Harry certainly wasn't going to be selfish with his new discovery.
"Thank you," said Harry. He turned to go but at that moment they heard voices and the kitchen door was thrust open, almost knocking Harry off his feet as he stood in the doorway.
"Sorry, Potter," a gruff voice said and he looked up to see Moody glaring into the kitchen, his electric blue eye spinning madly. "S'ok," muttered Harry, moving aside quickly as the ex- Auror shuffled in. "Lupin, Snape," he nodded as he eased himself into Harry's vacant chair.
"Nice of you to join us," remarked Snape coolly but Moody's reply was cut off as the door opened again to reveal a flustered looking Mrs. Weasley. "There you are Alastor, they've been waiting- oh, hello, dear," She smiled tiredly at Harry and he returned her affectionate hug.
"Ron and Hermione are asking about you- said you disappeared…something to drink perhaps, Alastor?" she asked distractedly. Harry noticed her eyes were rimmed with dark circles and her face was thin. Apparently Harry wasn't the only one who wasn't sleeping well.
"Tea'd be good, thank you Molly," He looked closely at Harry who was standing there uncomfortably, wanting to leave but somehow hoping they'd let him in on the news. "T'was some nice bit of work with Lestrange," he grunted, accepting the steaming mug from Mrs. Weasley.
"Thanks, I- it was Professor Dumbledore you know…I only helped out a bit," replied Harry, feeling even more awkward as he remembered the real reason he'd been able to stop Lestrange.
Moody waved this aside. "I'm tellin' you boy, you want to become an Auror, see," He peeked inside the mug and started sniffing the contents.
"Right," Harry said. "Right- so…I can listen to what Professor Snape's going to tell you now then?" he asked innocently.
"Certainly not," Mrs. Weasley said immediately. "You are not an Order member, and you have enough on your mind to worry about." She glared around them all, as though daring them to defy her, and no one looked about to disagree.
Harry set his jaw firmly, his eyes hardening as the familiar rage that had so consumed him last summer filled up in him again. "Okay," he said coolly. "I suppose you all forgot what happened the last time you decided to keep stuff from me…but okay." He turned on his heel, preparing to leave. He realized immediately how arrogant that must have sounded and it only served to further frustrate him.
"Harry, wait!" Mrs. Weasley called. Harry turned around, feeling slightly ashamed of himself, but still angry. They would always consider him as a child, even when he supposedly was the one who was supposed to 'save them'. Not that he wanted to.
Mrs. Weasley didn't look too pleased either. "That was different, Harry. That was information directly related to you…that Professor Dumbledore saw fit not to tell you…but this…"
"Some of this is directly related to him," Snape remarked suddenly, his voice smooth and calm. Everyone turned to look at him in surprise.
"Are you saying you want to-" began Mrs. Weasley indignantly.
"I am not saying anything." Snape cut her off coldly. "It is not my place to decide what should or should not be told to Potter, and frankly, I don't care. I am merely reminding you of the fact that some of what we discussed in the meeting just now was related to him. If Dumbledore thinks he should know about it, he will tell him himself."
"But that means he will have to tell him all about the…!" Mrs. Weasley was yelling now.
"I know what the prophecy says!" Harry shouted, unable to control himself.
"You mean he told you?!" Ron's mother looked shocked.
"It's a damn good thing he did," growled Moody. "That boy needs to learn- constant vigilance!"
Suddenly Lupin was saying something, then Moody, and before he knew it, there was yelling all around him; Mrs. Weasley and Moody were arguing fiercely while Lupin tried to calm them down and Snape watched with a kind of bored detachment. There was an I don't have time for this look on his face. Harry got the feeling that whatever it was that had been said in the meeting wasn't that important anyway and he was starting to wish he hadn't asked.
He closed his eyes, trying to block out all the shouting, and leaned against the door. His scar was throbbing dully- Voldemort was feeling some sort of twinge of irritation…it increased and Harry took calming breaths, trying to block his mind and resist the pain. No one took any notice. They were all busy arguing- about him. Ginny was right. It seems I am an interesting subject.
"- getting the children into danger…been up whole nights, sick with worry, unable to sleep-!"
"..got to know what's facin' him Molly, don't you get it? He isn't a child to coddle anymore!"
The pain intensified. He slumped back against the door, bent over double, screwing up his eyes. Voldemort wasn't close by, but a fury that wasn't his was building up inside Harry as he felt another presence edging closer…
The door banged open against him for the second time that day. He yelled and leapt away, stumbling against the wall, hot white agony almost splitting his head into two.
"What's going on here?" Dumbledore demanded sharply, stepping inside. Harry shut his eyes tighter and turned his head desperately in the opposite direction.
Everyone grew quiet and the only sound in the room was that of the soft moaning escaping Harry's lips no matter how hard he tried to prevent it.
"Albus…I thought you'd left," Mrs. Weasley said weakly.
"I was about to. What's going on?" Harry peeked under his eyelids slightly to see Dumbledore look around at all of them before his gaze rested on Harry. Harry flinched, turning away again. "Don't…please…" he mumbled incoherently. Why was this happening now? Why hadn't it happened the last time he'd seen Dumbledore?
"They were having a… discussion, Professor," Snape's sneering voice floated from somewhere next to him. "And Potter here seems to have…broken."
When Dumbledore spoke again, he sounded tired. "I'm afraid there's nothing I can do for Harry at the moment. What were you ah- discussing, so loudly?" he asked firmly.
There was silence again. Harry was struggling with a sort of double anger; the first Voldemort's at Dumbledore's presence and the second his own at Voldemort who was controlling him like this. His arms trembled with rage and he wanted to shriek in frustration.
"Harry asked us if he could listen while Severus summarized the meeting for me and Mad-Eye," said Lupin quietly. "Mad-Eye wanted to…Molly didn't."
"I see. Harry, is it better yet?" Harry looked at the rug on the floor and shook his head desperately. The Headmaster sighed. "Very well," he said somberly, "I cannot stay then-"
It took all of his energy, but Harry managed to call out, "No, professor…wait." He still wanted to find out what was going on and the only way to do that was if Dumbledore told him- and stayed. There was only one way to get rid of the pain…
If only Sirius were here, Harry thought desperately. Sirius would have backed him up- he would have wanted Harry to know everything he needed to. Sirius had always been there for him, and his best friends…
The pain dulled gradually. Harry tilted his head from side to side, feeling dizzy, then slowly, cautiously, looked up into Dumbledore's piercing blue eyes. He forced a weak smile. "It's fine now."
Dumbledore nodded knowingly while Mrs. Weasley, who had been watching Harry with a panic- stricken expression on her face, now looked confused. "How…?" she mouthed, staring at him.
Harry swallowed. "Voldemort hates emotion," he said, ignoring her flinch. "Especially…love and friendship and all that," he mumbled, feeling embarrassed. "So I just put thoughts like that in my head…"
"An excellent idea, of course." Dumbledore sounded proud. "But not, I am afraid, enough to get rid of him every time. You may be wondering why this happens at times and not others, and my answer is that you cannot control it, and I'm not sure even Voldemort can enter your mind any time he wants to."
Harry vaguely noted that this meant he must be training in Occlumency again, but he was distracted as everyone started talking again. Snape wanted to get this over with and leave. Dumbledore was nodding at Snape.
"Come, Harry, we'll leave Professor Snape to tell them of the meeting, and I shall tell you what you need to know. Molly, I believe Tonks was looking for you…seems she tried to give a hand with the laundry and there's been some trouble…" His eyes twinkled as Mrs. Weasley shrieked and dashed out of the kitchen.
Dumbledore headed out as well and beckoned Harry to follow him. They walked into the hallway which was lit with flickering candles and then stopped at the entrance to the corridor where the walls were lined up with the heads of house elves. Harry had a sudden pleasing image of Kreacher's head hanging up there with them.
He watched Dumbledore, who was staring ahead into space, frowning grimly. Harry wondered what was bothering him- aside from the obvious. "Er- professor, are you all right?"
Dumbledore turned to look at him, eyes somber. "You don't know how it pains me to see him in you like that," he said quietly. "And worse, to see you suffering when you see me…"
"I-" Harry didn't know what to say. But at least Dumbledore was telling him the truth now and not ignoring him. "It's not so bad…it's much worse when he's around, really." It wasn't supposed to be like this. Dumbledore was supposed to be reassuring Harry, not the other way round…
The older wizard sighed. "Would you do me a favor, Harry?" he asked wearily.
"Of course," said Harry immediately, eager to help in some way or other.
"Would you take Occlumency lessons with Professor Snape again?"
Harry stared at him. "I- well…I mean, I'm not sure he'll accept…" He would much rather Dumbledore taught him himself, but that was out of the question.
"I will deal with Severus. But will you go willingly?" Dumbledore looked him hard in the eye. And Harry nodded. "I would," he said quietly, realizing as he said that that he was resigning himself to another hard year…but he had no choice. It was, in the end, for his own good.
Dumbledore smiled slightly. "Good." To Harry's relief, he seemed to return to his normal confident self. "Now about that meeting…there is honestly not much that you need to know, except that Voldemort is trying to continue what he was doing last year."
Harry nodded thoughtfully. "Yeah…yeah, I figured that. So, he suspects there's a recording of the prophecy at Hogwarts somehow? Maybe that's why he sent Lestrange…wait, does he know about your pensieve?" He said this all in one breath and Dumbledore chuckled lightly.
"I don't believe he does. He may suspect that another record of the prophecy exists at Hogwarts, but then again, he might have sent Bellatrix Lestrange for an entirely different reason. What we do know for sure, is that he is working on some way to discover the key to destroy you. We just can't find out what."
"Oh," said Harry, disappointed. He'd been hoping that Snape had found out more than that. Did it really make any difference what Voldemort knew or not? The final battle was going to take place anyway, and one of them would kill the other- it was inevitable.
"Incidentally," continued Dumbledore, "it seems that it was not just luck you discovered Lestrange on that particular day. Apparently she had been sneaking to Hogwarts repeatedly for a week."
"What?" Harry was taken aback. "But this is Hogwarts we're talking about…don't you have like a million spells and charms guarding the place? Surely she would have been discovered, or seen, by Hagrid, or Filch…"
"Yes," Dumbledore nodded, "Yes, Harry, but you are forgetting the type of spells and charms she has been provided with, by her master…" Nevertheless, he did not look too happy about the idea of a Death- Eater going unnoticed into his school. Harry didn't think this was good news either. Was Hogwarts not so almighty and safe as they had always believed it to be?
Dumbledore seemed to read his mind and gave Harry a reassuring half-smile. "I wouldn't worry about it if I were you. Now, I believe your friends are waiting for you…"
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Harry pushed open the door to his old room and waded through a pile of socks and Quidditch magazines strewn all over the floor. Ron was lying on his back on one of the beds, staring at the ceiling, boredly tossing a Quaffle with his hands. Hermione was sprawled in a cozy looking armchair- which Harry had a sneaking suspicion she had conjured herself- with Crookshanks purring softly in her lap.
"You guys kissed and made up?" he asked grumpily, throwing himself on the other bed and distractedly noting that his trunk and Hedwig's cage were sitting neatly next to it. He ignored Ron's flush and Hermione rolling her eyes. Hermione cleared her throat.
"We- ah- we're sorry about before. We know there are certain…things you don't like to be reminded about. Right Ron?" She glared the red-haired boy who looked at her, causing the Quaffle to bounce painfully on his head.
"Thanks a lot, Hermy," he groaned, rubbing his hair gingerly. "And you were the one shouting at him."
"It's okay, it doesn't matter," Harry snapped before Hermione could reply and start another argument.
"And what's up with you?" Hermione sighed, but she was eyeing Harry with concern. He shrugged, pulled his trunk open and starting tossing his things into the old wooden closet.
"I saw Dumbledore just now…Voldemort saw him through me- it was painful to say the least," he said in reply to Hermione, although he didn't like them worrying about him more than that was needed.
"Oh." Ron stopped patting his head and glanced at Harry. "You all right now, mate?"
"Just fine." He jumped off the bed and started pacing the room before stopping to glare at the empty portrait of Phineas Negillus. "He wants me to learn Occlumency again…with Snape."
They both gave him sympathetic looks and Harry smiled grimly, thinking they didn't know the worst of it. He hadn't told anyone about Snape's embarrassing memory and his reaction to Harry having seen it. Harry doubted they'd be able to survive even one lesson together and he was dreading it. It was enough that he was going to be in his Newt class next year.
"It's for the best, you know," said Hermione typically.
"Yeah…where's Ginny?" he asked suddenly, changing the subject.
"Why do you want to know?" asked Ron suspiciously, his eyes following Harry as he paced the room again.
"Merlin's sake Ron, I just noticed she wasn't here that's all," said Harry exasperatedly, starting to feel sorry for Ginny for her overprotective brother. He knew how overbearing his best friend could be sometimes, although he meant well.
"Last I heard, she was writing a letter to Dean," Hermione said pointedly.
"Oh- right."
Later that evening Lupin finally gave Harry the map back. Everyone was down in the kitchen and Mrs. Weasley was bustling about, preparing dinner and shooting Harry looks every once in a while. Fred and George were back from 'work' and when they saw Harry they exchanged wicked grins and offered him a glass of pumpkin juice, which Harry declined, wondering if their products had already become advanced enough to put in drinks.
"It's powder," George told him with a wink as he and Fred hurried off to find a new victim- Mundungus Fletcher. It was then that Lupin cornered Harry and shoved the old parchment into his hands. "Here," he muttered. "Good as new, don't worry." There was a hint of sarcasm in his voice and Harry looked at him curiously.
"Look, I'm sorry I kept badgering you about it –it's just that-"
"Come off it, Harry, we both know you've been talking to Sirius," Lupin cut him off, and Harry saw his eyes cloud over; he seemed to have shocked himself with his bluntness.
"Then why did you give it back? Harry asked quietly, his fingers tightening around the rough material- his only way of communication with his godfather. He did not deny what Lupin had said.
"Because I knew you would hate me if I didn't, and even then you would have found some way to get it," said Lupin sadly. "It was hard enough to resist talking to him myself…"
"Why do you have to resist it?" He glanced around, noticing that everyone was already taking their seats and beginning to pile their plates. Mrs.Weasley called over before Lupin could reply and Harry gave the werewolf a feeble look from the opposite side of the table.
It was not the cheery high-spirited atmosphere that Harry was accustomed to when having dinner with the Weasleys and Co. Mind you, it wasn't depressing, but there was no light hearted joy as in the previous years – for obvious reasons- despite Fred and George cracking jokes and Fletcher's stories about his latest 'business deals'. Harry did find out, though, that Dumbledore had gotten the twins special permission from the Magical Examinations authority to do their NEWTs and they were currently being tutored by Lupin.
"We're taking them at the end of the summer," said Fred in the tone of voice of a prisoner waiting to be hanged. "We didn't want to, of course- but Mum promised that if we did, she'd give us her one hundred percent support on our joke shop…"
When dinner was over Harry was the first one to stand up and, faking a heavy yawn, he put his dish in the sink, his hand protectively on the back pocket of his black jeans where he had stowed away the precious map. Avoiding Lupin's eyes and his friends' curious glances, he went up and through the corridor with the heads of the house elves, then stopped suddenly at the door to his room. He wouldn't be able to talk to Padfoot there- he needed privacy. Not that he didn't trust Ron, but this map was more like his own private sanctuary, his way of grieving…it was strictly between himself and Sirius- and Lupin, perhaps. At least he thought it would be.
It was a big house; surely he'd find a room or study of sorts where he could talk to Sirius with no risk of anyone intruding. Hesitantly he turned around and walked deeper into the hallway, past his, the girls' and the twins' rooms, and then a couple of other doors which Harry assumed belonged to the adults or guest rooms and such. He found himself in a part of Grimmauld place he had never seen before; the corridor was narrower and darker, the walls were yellow and cracked with age, dust sticking on the old paint. Obviously there had been no cleaning attempts on this branch of the Black house.
The narrow corridor was too familiar for his liking and he was relieved to find that at the end, their were two doors on either side, and in the center a staircase that probably led to the attic- not like the single door that led into the Department of Mysteries…
"Lumos" he whispered, and a light flared out of the tip of his wand. The door on the left creaked as he opened it and discovered it was a bathroom. He shut it carefully then opened the door on the right.
It was a small room- cozy enough with its huge squashy armchairs and dark green carpeting, along with the large bookshelves lining the walls. He noted vaguely that it was rather clean considering they were in Grimmauld place- the only sign of oldness or disarray was that the armchairs were torn and moth-eaten. His eyes flickered to the fireplace where he noticed that the wood was newly burnt and the ashes still smoky, but he told himself it was probably the members of the Order who used it to communicate or travel. The whole room had a safe, happy sort of feeling about it and in some ways reminded Harry of the Room of Requirement at Hogwarts.
He flopped down on an armchair which sagged cozily under his weight, then took out the map, raced through the code words and then immediately said, clearly, "I, Harry Potter, wish to speak to Mr. Padfoot."
A long pause, and then-
Hello there. I was wondering when you'd come back to talk to me.
Harry grinned at the shiny writing and leaned back. "Stuff has been going on, I guess."
Like what?
"We caught your murderer," his voice was proud. "She's in Azkaban now."
Wow. Nice going, kid. I hope it made you feel better.
"In some ways, yes," said Harry, the pride fading from his tone. "In other ways, I felt worse. I used the Cruciatus Curse on her."
You're kidding? How old are you again?
"Sixteen. I didn't mean to…I was mad, I guess. I suppose I should control myself next time."
Don't worry. It happens to the best of us. And in his mind's eye, Harry could practically see Sirius winking at him as he said that.
"Yeah…do you know that I am at your old house now?"
You don't mean the old hellhole? Number 12, Grimmauld?
"That's the one," said Harry. "I think I mentioned to you last time…it's now headquarters for the Order of the Phoenix."
Little old me provided headquarters for the Order? Merlin, I'm flattered. So I guess my life wasn't entirely useless was it?
Harry swallowed. "Well actually…you got tired of being stuck there all the time…you were really mad…you wanted to do something useful…"
Why was I stuck??
"Well-" and then he stopped suddenly. He was sure he'd heard a noise from outside- footsteps, or a rustling of some sort- come to think of it, he thought he had heard something just a moment ago but he'd ignored it…he cursed himself for talking too loudly.
"One second," he whispered to Padfoot, getting up slowly and holding out his wand. There was a creak as though someone was leaning against the door and he held his breath, walking forward cautiously. "Who's there?" he called out. There was no reply, and then the door opened suddenly to reveal a very confused looking- Ginny?
For a moment he stared at her, and then he breathed, lowering his wand. "What are you doing here?"
