Chapter 10
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Rating: PG-PG13
A/N: So now that Sirius can contact Harry, we're going to start the beginning of the end of the story. But it's only the BEGINNING of the end.
Harry sat in Ron's room for about an hour by himself. His wish had come true! An impossible wish had come true! Hermione and Ron felt the same as Harry, excited, and now, they felt relieved because Harry was coming out of his depression he'd been in.
Mrs. Weasley hadn't greeted them when they came home from playing Quidditch by crying anymore, and they went to play almost every day. Hermione was getting quite good, and she hinted she might try out for the school team the next year.
The months went by very quickly. Soon, it was the second week of August, and they only had two more weeks of summer before they went back to school. Harry was quite sure that this was the best summer of his life. He would remember every detail of it forever.
Friday, of the second week of August, Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Hermione came home to a sobbing Mrs. Weasley again.
This time they couldn't ignore the sobs and shake them off as something petty. Because this time, they noticed that the entire Order of the Phoenix, and Fred and George were crowded in their kitchen, with the same grim expressions. Harry felt his stomach sink to around his knees. He feared the worst had happened.
"What's wrong, Mum?" Ron asked, with a strange, paleish-green expression on his face. Harry looked around the kitchen. Mad-Eye, Tonks, Mrs. Figg, Dumbledore, Mr. And Mrs. Weasley...someone was missing...
At Ron's question, Mrs. Weasley just broke down harder. Mr. Weasley put his arms around her, and answered Ron, straightforwardly.
And even the world's largest pillow couldn't have cushioned the blow that came next.
"They've taken Lupin," he said hoarsely.
Harry's mouth dropped open, and he noticed that Hermione's had done the same. Ron stood there, pale green, and didn't move. Ginny walked over and hugged her mother. There was no need to ask who had taken Lupin.
"Where?" was all Harry could manage.
"We don't know," Tonks said, her own eyes glittering.
"We just know that they took him today, while we were talking by Floo Powder," Mad-Eye said.
Harry was in shock. Not only had his father's best friend been killed, but now his one living connection to his father was taken away, killed, or worse, now that the dementors were on Lord Voldemort's side.
"Harry?" Hermione said, looking at him.
Harry said nothing, and ran upstairs. He grabbed his mirror.
"Sirius Black!" he shouted into it.
Sirius appeared in less than two seconds.
"What's wrong?" he asked, picking up the worry on Harry's face.
"They've taken Lupin," he said, "Voldemort has taken Lupin."
Sirius went pale. "Is he...?"
"Dead? We don't know. We don't know where they're hiding him. We need to know. Sirius, please, help us!"
Sirius nodded. "I'll do what I can. I'll try and find where he is. After that I don't know what I can do."
Harry nodded. "Just that will be good enough. Thanks, Sirius."
Sirius was still paler than pale. "Keep holding on Harry," he said, "Don't give up hope."
Harry nodded and put the mirror down. He lay down on his bed, and Ron walked in.
"Harry? Are you ok?"
"I called Sirius."
"And?"
"He's going to try and find where Lupin is. Then..."
"Then?"
"I don't know."
"You're taking this very calmly, Harry," Hermione said.
"I know."
"Are you sure you're ok?" she asked.
Harry nodded. "Yeah...but I just hope we can find him before the full moon."
"Why do you say that?" Ron asked.
"Because, if he transforms, and bites Voldemort, think of how bad Voldemort as a werewolf would be..."
Ron and Hermione nodded. This was not good.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.
Rating: PG-PG13
A/N: So now that Sirius can contact Harry, we're going to start the beginning of the end of the story. But it's only the BEGINNING of the end.
Harry sat in Ron's room for about an hour by himself. His wish had come true! An impossible wish had come true! Hermione and Ron felt the same as Harry, excited, and now, they felt relieved because Harry was coming out of his depression he'd been in.
Mrs. Weasley hadn't greeted them when they came home from playing Quidditch by crying anymore, and they went to play almost every day. Hermione was getting quite good, and she hinted she might try out for the school team the next year.
The months went by very quickly. Soon, it was the second week of August, and they only had two more weeks of summer before they went back to school. Harry was quite sure that this was the best summer of his life. He would remember every detail of it forever.
Friday, of the second week of August, Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Hermione came home to a sobbing Mrs. Weasley again.
This time they couldn't ignore the sobs and shake them off as something petty. Because this time, they noticed that the entire Order of the Phoenix, and Fred and George were crowded in their kitchen, with the same grim expressions. Harry felt his stomach sink to around his knees. He feared the worst had happened.
"What's wrong, Mum?" Ron asked, with a strange, paleish-green expression on his face. Harry looked around the kitchen. Mad-Eye, Tonks, Mrs. Figg, Dumbledore, Mr. And Mrs. Weasley...someone was missing...
At Ron's question, Mrs. Weasley just broke down harder. Mr. Weasley put his arms around her, and answered Ron, straightforwardly.
And even the world's largest pillow couldn't have cushioned the blow that came next.
"They've taken Lupin," he said hoarsely.
Harry's mouth dropped open, and he noticed that Hermione's had done the same. Ron stood there, pale green, and didn't move. Ginny walked over and hugged her mother. There was no need to ask who had taken Lupin.
"Where?" was all Harry could manage.
"We don't know," Tonks said, her own eyes glittering.
"We just know that they took him today, while we were talking by Floo Powder," Mad-Eye said.
Harry was in shock. Not only had his father's best friend been killed, but now his one living connection to his father was taken away, killed, or worse, now that the dementors were on Lord Voldemort's side.
"Harry?" Hermione said, looking at him.
Harry said nothing, and ran upstairs. He grabbed his mirror.
"Sirius Black!" he shouted into it.
Sirius appeared in less than two seconds.
"What's wrong?" he asked, picking up the worry on Harry's face.
"They've taken Lupin," he said, "Voldemort has taken Lupin."
Sirius went pale. "Is he...?"
"Dead? We don't know. We don't know where they're hiding him. We need to know. Sirius, please, help us!"
Sirius nodded. "I'll do what I can. I'll try and find where he is. After that I don't know what I can do."
Harry nodded. "Just that will be good enough. Thanks, Sirius."
Sirius was still paler than pale. "Keep holding on Harry," he said, "Don't give up hope."
Harry nodded and put the mirror down. He lay down on his bed, and Ron walked in.
"Harry? Are you ok?"
"I called Sirius."
"And?"
"He's going to try and find where Lupin is. Then..."
"Then?"
"I don't know."
"You're taking this very calmly, Harry," Hermione said.
"I know."
"Are you sure you're ok?" she asked.
Harry nodded. "Yeah...but I just hope we can find him before the full moon."
"Why do you say that?" Ron asked.
"Because, if he transforms, and bites Voldemort, think of how bad Voldemort as a werewolf would be..."
Ron and Hermione nodded. This was not good.