Disclaimer: No I don't own Harry Potter or any of the Characters except for
a few later on. J.K.Rowling wrote the foundation for this story.
Harry's next few days at Grimmauld Place where quite uneventful, except for when Harry found that they purges last year had managed for leave out a set of tea cups that attacked him and Ron. It was only by the quick action of Mrs. Weasley that managed to get out of that situation unscratched.
It was a few days after Harry had meet Cho that their list from Hogworts had arrived. Mrs. Weasley left for Diagon Alley alone to get all their supplies, and Ron, Harry and Hermione where left alone in Grimmauld Place. Bored and with nothing else to do, the three decided to pay Buckbeak a visit seeing as how he was not allowed to leave the house under any situation.
As the entered the room they bowed to the Hippogriff and waited, slowly it lowered it's head to a bow as well letting them know that it was quite alright from them to come closer. As Ron sat there stoking the creature's neck he spotted an old worn nightstand lying next to the bed.
'Wonder what's in there.' Ron said as he studied the nightstand.
Harry stood in front of it and gave the cabinet a tug, it rattles but didn't open. Harry looked to see if there was anything like a lock keeping it in place, and sure enough there was one lying there.
'Well so much for that idea,' Ron said shrugging shoulders, 'maybe it was nothing.'
But Harry wasn't satisfied with the answer, but he let it be, for the time being he and his friends fed the Hippogriff then left the room, closing the door softly behind them.
'You know I bet that Hippogriff is getting bored in there. We really should find some place to let him roam free, like the forbidden forest.'
'Hagrid would love that,' Harry sighed, 'just up his alley to try something dangerous and that could land him back in Azkaban.'
'It would be very dangerous I agree,' Hermione spoke, 'but he really wouldn't, at least he shouldn't, that would land him in a ton of trouble with the ministry.'
'So we all agree not to give him any ideas?' Harry laughed, 'I'm sure he would in a heart beat.'
'Agreed.' Ron and Hermione said in unison.
They heard sounds coming from downstairs, Mrs. Weasley was back already with the shopping done.
It was later after supper that Harry ventured back up to his and Ron's room, there he found his newly repaired knife that Sirius had given him. He slipped it back into his pocket, and then went up to Buckbeak's room. As he entered, he again bowed to the Hippogriff, and after it bowed back he went over to the nightstand. It was still locked, as Harry pulled out his knife and slipped it through the lock and it spring open silently. Harry put the Knife back into his pocket and opened the door; inside he found a bunch of old parchment and what appeared to be a photo album. Harry pulled out the parchment first and read it over, what he say almost made his jaw drop, they were letters from Harry's father, James to Sirius when they were younger, apparently Sirius had been saving them all and keeping them in the nightstand. Harry read them over quietly, they were mostly talking to Sirius about plans they had been making for the summer, but as Harry read the fifth one it was not about plans they had made, but about something totally different.
Dear Sirius,
You're not going to believe this but I ran into someone I didn't expect as I was coming out of the new quidditch shop in Diagon Alley, when I ran in Evans. And surprisingly she never barked at me, she actually spoke to me normally! Now get ready for this Padfoot, the world is coming to an end, Evans and me are going out! I guess not have Snape, the greasy git, around really helped out, but man I thought I had best tell you first, is this not great man!
The letter continued on with the usual plan making about the next full moon, but Harry had stopped reading them. So his father had must have wrote that letter before his seventh year at Hogworts, that was around the time that he and his mother had started going out according to Sirius. Harry put the letters down and pulled out the photo album, he opened it and was instantly greeted by smiling and waving people. As Harry studied them closely he say that they were mostly of the usual gang that Sirius had hung around with, although a few of them pictured other people that Harry didn't know. Some of the pictures where taken at Hogworts, Harry recognised the school in the background anywhere. Harry glanced through some of the photos, some of them he already had in the album Hagrid had given him in his first year, but somewhere new ones, mainly ones of the Marauders and of him and James, Harry had always known that they were very close. As Harry flicked through a few more, seeing one of him and Sirius when he was just a baby, the door clicked open and Ron's face appeared.
'So here you are,' he said after bowing again to the Hippogriff, 'I was wondering where you had disappeared to.'
As Ron sat next to him he looked over at the album, 'What's that you got there?' he asked.
'Pictures that Sirius had taken,' Harry replied as he thumbed through some more pictures, 'There are a lot of the Marauders in here. There was also one of me and him when I was a baby.'
Harry passed the album over to Ron who in turn started to look through; as he did Harry stared off into space, if kept drifting back to Sirius and his father. As he got thinking he realised that he and Ron where not unlike James and Sirius.
'I keep feeling that if it wasn't for me,' Harry said slowly, 'that maybe my mum and dad might still be alive, and.so would Sirius.'
Ron closed the book and turned to face Harry, 'Harry don't be stupid,' he said, 'If it wasn't for you, you-know-who, might never have lost power and things might have been a whole lot worse for everyone.'
Harry looked at Ron and started to reply but Ron cut him off, 'Sirius died the way he wanted to, nobly in battle, defending you. He would have wanted to go any other way, he went a hero Harry.'
'But I didn't want him to die at all.' Harry snapped.
'And neither did I but he did, and there is nothing we can do to change it,' Ron interrupted, 'we can only go with the flow and make sure he didn't die in vain.'
Harry sat there for a minute; he was to stunned to say anything. He wasn't sure what to think, but he knew one thing now, he wasn't going to let Sirius and his parents have died in vain, Voldemort was going to pay for them.
Harry got up, staring straight forward, and spoke again, 'Your right Ron, I was being thick. I'll miss him terribly but he won't have died for no reason.'
'There, now lets get downstairs.' Ron said with a yawn, 'it's getting late anyway.'
'Thanks Ron.' Harry said quietly. 'You're a true best friend.'
'Ah, what are we for anyway?' Ron said turning red a little, 'don't forget this, I think you might was well keep it safe.'
He passed Harry the letters and the album, the they both passed silently out of the room and back downstairs.
It was late at night when Harry awoke from a blissful night of sleep, something had disturbed his sleep but he wasn't sure what it was. Then sounds rose out of the corridor from downstairs, someone was talking in an urgent voice. Harry arose and tiptoes quietly to the door, he was careful not to wake Ron who was sleeping soundly still. As he passed slowly to the stairs he saw two figures talking to Lupin and Moody, one was taller then the other by about 6 inches. Their faces where hidden by the dark of the house but Harry could hear them clearly.
'Are you sure he hasn't followed you here?' Moody growled quietly.
'I can't be sure he doesn't know we made it to London but I know for sure he doesn't know we are here.' The taller of the two figures said, his voice had a bit of a different accent to it, but it still sounded youthful, Harry guessed he was in his late teens.
'You can stay here but it will have to be some time before you can leave,' Lupin whispered, 'He can't find you here.'
'I thank you for the offer but I have business to attend to before the night is done,' the stranger said, 'My brother will stay here for the night but he can met Dumbledore in the morning.'
'I'll go with you lad,' Moody said, as he limped forward, 'can't be to careful now a days.'
'Ok but we leave now,' the other replied, 'Sean stay here tonight, Dumbledore will come and get you tomorrow and I'll met you then ok?'
The smaller figure nodded and then hugged the other, when they broke the smaller one moved to Lupin as Moody and the other moved to the door. Before he reached it the stranger suddenly bent over and clutched his chest as though a sharp pain was there, Moody put his hand on the other's back.
'Is it bad?' he whispered so low that Harry barely heard him.
'Not as bad as before but it still is acting up.'
'Are you sure you can go? Why not stay for now?' Moody asked.
'No, I'm ok now,' the stranger said as he straightened up again. 'Lets go.'
They opened the door then left the house, Lupin led the younger new comer to the living room where Harry assumed that he gave him the couch for the remainder of the night.
As Harry slipped quietly back to bed his mind buzzed with questions but no answers came as he slowly drifted back in sleep.
Oooo, if that's not a cliffhanger then I will quit now! Sorry about the tease, it's late here, I'm tired and listening to Smashing Pumpkins so my mind is slipping into insanity. Brew HA! REVIEW PLEASE AND GOOD NIGHT ALL!
Harry's next few days at Grimmauld Place where quite uneventful, except for when Harry found that they purges last year had managed for leave out a set of tea cups that attacked him and Ron. It was only by the quick action of Mrs. Weasley that managed to get out of that situation unscratched.
It was a few days after Harry had meet Cho that their list from Hogworts had arrived. Mrs. Weasley left for Diagon Alley alone to get all their supplies, and Ron, Harry and Hermione where left alone in Grimmauld Place. Bored and with nothing else to do, the three decided to pay Buckbeak a visit seeing as how he was not allowed to leave the house under any situation.
As the entered the room they bowed to the Hippogriff and waited, slowly it lowered it's head to a bow as well letting them know that it was quite alright from them to come closer. As Ron sat there stoking the creature's neck he spotted an old worn nightstand lying next to the bed.
'Wonder what's in there.' Ron said as he studied the nightstand.
Harry stood in front of it and gave the cabinet a tug, it rattles but didn't open. Harry looked to see if there was anything like a lock keeping it in place, and sure enough there was one lying there.
'Well so much for that idea,' Ron said shrugging shoulders, 'maybe it was nothing.'
But Harry wasn't satisfied with the answer, but he let it be, for the time being he and his friends fed the Hippogriff then left the room, closing the door softly behind them.
'You know I bet that Hippogriff is getting bored in there. We really should find some place to let him roam free, like the forbidden forest.'
'Hagrid would love that,' Harry sighed, 'just up his alley to try something dangerous and that could land him back in Azkaban.'
'It would be very dangerous I agree,' Hermione spoke, 'but he really wouldn't, at least he shouldn't, that would land him in a ton of trouble with the ministry.'
'So we all agree not to give him any ideas?' Harry laughed, 'I'm sure he would in a heart beat.'
'Agreed.' Ron and Hermione said in unison.
They heard sounds coming from downstairs, Mrs. Weasley was back already with the shopping done.
It was later after supper that Harry ventured back up to his and Ron's room, there he found his newly repaired knife that Sirius had given him. He slipped it back into his pocket, and then went up to Buckbeak's room. As he entered, he again bowed to the Hippogriff, and after it bowed back he went over to the nightstand. It was still locked, as Harry pulled out his knife and slipped it through the lock and it spring open silently. Harry put the Knife back into his pocket and opened the door; inside he found a bunch of old parchment and what appeared to be a photo album. Harry pulled out the parchment first and read it over, what he say almost made his jaw drop, they were letters from Harry's father, James to Sirius when they were younger, apparently Sirius had been saving them all and keeping them in the nightstand. Harry read them over quietly, they were mostly talking to Sirius about plans they had been making for the summer, but as Harry read the fifth one it was not about plans they had made, but about something totally different.
Dear Sirius,
You're not going to believe this but I ran into someone I didn't expect as I was coming out of the new quidditch shop in Diagon Alley, when I ran in Evans. And surprisingly she never barked at me, she actually spoke to me normally! Now get ready for this Padfoot, the world is coming to an end, Evans and me are going out! I guess not have Snape, the greasy git, around really helped out, but man I thought I had best tell you first, is this not great man!
The letter continued on with the usual plan making about the next full moon, but Harry had stopped reading them. So his father had must have wrote that letter before his seventh year at Hogworts, that was around the time that he and his mother had started going out according to Sirius. Harry put the letters down and pulled out the photo album, he opened it and was instantly greeted by smiling and waving people. As Harry studied them closely he say that they were mostly of the usual gang that Sirius had hung around with, although a few of them pictured other people that Harry didn't know. Some of the pictures where taken at Hogworts, Harry recognised the school in the background anywhere. Harry glanced through some of the photos, some of them he already had in the album Hagrid had given him in his first year, but somewhere new ones, mainly ones of the Marauders and of him and James, Harry had always known that they were very close. As Harry flicked through a few more, seeing one of him and Sirius when he was just a baby, the door clicked open and Ron's face appeared.
'So here you are,' he said after bowing again to the Hippogriff, 'I was wondering where you had disappeared to.'
As Ron sat next to him he looked over at the album, 'What's that you got there?' he asked.
'Pictures that Sirius had taken,' Harry replied as he thumbed through some more pictures, 'There are a lot of the Marauders in here. There was also one of me and him when I was a baby.'
Harry passed the album over to Ron who in turn started to look through; as he did Harry stared off into space, if kept drifting back to Sirius and his father. As he got thinking he realised that he and Ron where not unlike James and Sirius.
'I keep feeling that if it wasn't for me,' Harry said slowly, 'that maybe my mum and dad might still be alive, and.so would Sirius.'
Ron closed the book and turned to face Harry, 'Harry don't be stupid,' he said, 'If it wasn't for you, you-know-who, might never have lost power and things might have been a whole lot worse for everyone.'
Harry looked at Ron and started to reply but Ron cut him off, 'Sirius died the way he wanted to, nobly in battle, defending you. He would have wanted to go any other way, he went a hero Harry.'
'But I didn't want him to die at all.' Harry snapped.
'And neither did I but he did, and there is nothing we can do to change it,' Ron interrupted, 'we can only go with the flow and make sure he didn't die in vain.'
Harry sat there for a minute; he was to stunned to say anything. He wasn't sure what to think, but he knew one thing now, he wasn't going to let Sirius and his parents have died in vain, Voldemort was going to pay for them.
Harry got up, staring straight forward, and spoke again, 'Your right Ron, I was being thick. I'll miss him terribly but he won't have died for no reason.'
'There, now lets get downstairs.' Ron said with a yawn, 'it's getting late anyway.'
'Thanks Ron.' Harry said quietly. 'You're a true best friend.'
'Ah, what are we for anyway?' Ron said turning red a little, 'don't forget this, I think you might was well keep it safe.'
He passed Harry the letters and the album, the they both passed silently out of the room and back downstairs.
It was late at night when Harry awoke from a blissful night of sleep, something had disturbed his sleep but he wasn't sure what it was. Then sounds rose out of the corridor from downstairs, someone was talking in an urgent voice. Harry arose and tiptoes quietly to the door, he was careful not to wake Ron who was sleeping soundly still. As he passed slowly to the stairs he saw two figures talking to Lupin and Moody, one was taller then the other by about 6 inches. Their faces where hidden by the dark of the house but Harry could hear them clearly.
'Are you sure he hasn't followed you here?' Moody growled quietly.
'I can't be sure he doesn't know we made it to London but I know for sure he doesn't know we are here.' The taller of the two figures said, his voice had a bit of a different accent to it, but it still sounded youthful, Harry guessed he was in his late teens.
'You can stay here but it will have to be some time before you can leave,' Lupin whispered, 'He can't find you here.'
'I thank you for the offer but I have business to attend to before the night is done,' the stranger said, 'My brother will stay here for the night but he can met Dumbledore in the morning.'
'I'll go with you lad,' Moody said, as he limped forward, 'can't be to careful now a days.'
'Ok but we leave now,' the other replied, 'Sean stay here tonight, Dumbledore will come and get you tomorrow and I'll met you then ok?'
The smaller figure nodded and then hugged the other, when they broke the smaller one moved to Lupin as Moody and the other moved to the door. Before he reached it the stranger suddenly bent over and clutched his chest as though a sharp pain was there, Moody put his hand on the other's back.
'Is it bad?' he whispered so low that Harry barely heard him.
'Not as bad as before but it still is acting up.'
'Are you sure you can go? Why not stay for now?' Moody asked.
'No, I'm ok now,' the stranger said as he straightened up again. 'Lets go.'
They opened the door then left the house, Lupin led the younger new comer to the living room where Harry assumed that he gave him the couch for the remainder of the night.
As Harry slipped quietly back to bed his mind buzzed with questions but no answers came as he slowly drifted back in sleep.
Oooo, if that's not a cliffhanger then I will quit now! Sorry about the tease, it's late here, I'm tired and listening to Smashing Pumpkins so my mind is slipping into insanity. Brew HA! REVIEW PLEASE AND GOOD NIGHT ALL!
