Chapter 4
Messages from Beyond
"Professor? Professor?" Harry said, wishing for a response.
There was no voice coming from inside the wand, and Harry sat down on his bed.
"Why hadn't I just opened the mirrors last year?" Harry thought to himself.
His mood often fluctuated like this. Harry was torn away from this current state sorrow by Hedwig's pecking on his shoulder. Harry realized that he hadn't even opened his letter and package from Lupin.
Harry,
I know how terrible you must feel about Sirius, and I know that I can't ask you to stop doing it, but you have to understand that he did what he did on his own will. Yes, he died protecting you, Harry, but you should not feel ashamed. You should feel blessed to have had someone who cared about you enough to risk their own life. I want you to know, Harry, that Sirius isn't the only one who'd do that. All of the people who were battling Voldemort's followers that day in the death room were willing to make the ultimate sacrifice for you. You are the key to a safer magical world Harry, and we all want you safe. About your scar- our information has said that he is in fact laying low for the moment. There are very few commodities that he'd like in his possession, but there are some. We have people stationed at the locations of those things, but I am not saying anymore than that. Harry, when Dumbledore reassembled the Order, he required us to do something that you were not aware of. If the worst should happen, he wanted us to have our affairs in order, and we all wrote wills. Last week, we found and read Sirius' will. He left you some of his possessions, Harry, and that is what I enclose with you. He had left it to me to give to you when you turned 17, but I believe that you are mature enough, and deserve to have it now. Best Regards,
R Lupin
Harry put down the letter. What on earth would Sirius leave Harry, but not let him have it until he was an adult? Harry had this thought running through his head. He decided to answer his question, and tore off the brown paper covering the parcel. He uncovered a tattered box with a note attached. Harry took off the note and read.
Harry,
If you're reading this, I fear the worst has happened. I want you to know that no matter what happened, do not blame it on yourself. This is a very dangerous time, and I want you to stay out of trouble as much as possible. I know you are James' son, and that is why I must stress that point again. I want you to promise me to stay safe. You have lived to tell many tales, Harry, and I want it to stay that way.
Your father and I shared this when we were younger, and occasionally used it in our later years. He had decided that you were to have it in case anything had happened to him, and he left it to me. Now I give it to you. I warn you that there are some things that are in here that are pleasant, and some that aren't. Everything that is enclosed your father and I thought were important for you to see. Use it wisely Harry, and be careful.
Love always,
Sirius
Harry was crying uncontrollably. He had been trying desperately to deal with his grief, and had nearly achieved partial acceptance, and now this. Harry could not control himself at the moment. All the emotions he had felt were running through his head and he was crying for all those reasons. The majority of tears he had shed were because of his despair, but he couldn't help but smile as he gained control of his tears. Sirius was prepared for this to happen, and Harry could hear Sirius reading this letter as if he were reading it to Harry right there. Harry had been dreaming of talking to Sirius once more, and his wishes were answered. Harry finally regained composure and wiped his eyes, which were now undoubtedly bloodshot. By the clues in the letter, Harry had a fairly good idea of what he had received.
Harry opened the worn down box and pulled out exactly what he thought. The substance was stirring inside the dish, and all Harry could do was stare at his father's pensieve.
Messages from Beyond
"Professor? Professor?" Harry said, wishing for a response.
There was no voice coming from inside the wand, and Harry sat down on his bed.
"Why hadn't I just opened the mirrors last year?" Harry thought to himself.
His mood often fluctuated like this. Harry was torn away from this current state sorrow by Hedwig's pecking on his shoulder. Harry realized that he hadn't even opened his letter and package from Lupin.
Harry,
I know how terrible you must feel about Sirius, and I know that I can't ask you to stop doing it, but you have to understand that he did what he did on his own will. Yes, he died protecting you, Harry, but you should not feel ashamed. You should feel blessed to have had someone who cared about you enough to risk their own life. I want you to know, Harry, that Sirius isn't the only one who'd do that. All of the people who were battling Voldemort's followers that day in the death room were willing to make the ultimate sacrifice for you. You are the key to a safer magical world Harry, and we all want you safe. About your scar- our information has said that he is in fact laying low for the moment. There are very few commodities that he'd like in his possession, but there are some. We have people stationed at the locations of those things, but I am not saying anymore than that. Harry, when Dumbledore reassembled the Order, he required us to do something that you were not aware of. If the worst should happen, he wanted us to have our affairs in order, and we all wrote wills. Last week, we found and read Sirius' will. He left you some of his possessions, Harry, and that is what I enclose with you. He had left it to me to give to you when you turned 17, but I believe that you are mature enough, and deserve to have it now. Best Regards,
R Lupin
Harry put down the letter. What on earth would Sirius leave Harry, but not let him have it until he was an adult? Harry had this thought running through his head. He decided to answer his question, and tore off the brown paper covering the parcel. He uncovered a tattered box with a note attached. Harry took off the note and read.
Harry,
If you're reading this, I fear the worst has happened. I want you to know that no matter what happened, do not blame it on yourself. This is a very dangerous time, and I want you to stay out of trouble as much as possible. I know you are James' son, and that is why I must stress that point again. I want you to promise me to stay safe. You have lived to tell many tales, Harry, and I want it to stay that way.
Your father and I shared this when we were younger, and occasionally used it in our later years. He had decided that you were to have it in case anything had happened to him, and he left it to me. Now I give it to you. I warn you that there are some things that are in here that are pleasant, and some that aren't. Everything that is enclosed your father and I thought were important for you to see. Use it wisely Harry, and be careful.
Love always,
Sirius
Harry was crying uncontrollably. He had been trying desperately to deal with his grief, and had nearly achieved partial acceptance, and now this. Harry could not control himself at the moment. All the emotions he had felt were running through his head and he was crying for all those reasons. The majority of tears he had shed were because of his despair, but he couldn't help but smile as he gained control of his tears. Sirius was prepared for this to happen, and Harry could hear Sirius reading this letter as if he were reading it to Harry right there. Harry had been dreaming of talking to Sirius once more, and his wishes were answered. Harry finally regained composure and wiped his eyes, which were now undoubtedly bloodshot. By the clues in the letter, Harry had a fairly good idea of what he had received.
Harry opened the worn down box and pulled out exactly what he thought. The substance was stirring inside the dish, and all Harry could do was stare at his father's pensieve.