Disclaimer: Okay, this is really getting on my nerves. I don't own it, how
many times must I say this??
A/N: Hullo, it's chapter 6 already! Would you look at that. I didn't think it would be this long. But that's what happens when you add a lot of detail. Anywho, I apologize for my lack of recent updates (HAZZAGRIFF please don't kill me! :.cowers under computer desk.: besides, even if you did kill me, how on earth would you find out what happened next?) blame the schoolwork, or whatever you want. In the end, it was my laziness. I sit here in front of my computer, typing and eating my dinner at the same time. And being forced to listen to the hideous show Yugi-oh. Dear Lord, help me before I strangle my sister. Alright, enough rambling. The story.
Chapter 6:
Still at Grimmauld Place!
The summer was drawing to a close, and the temperature was rising. You'd think that with the summer ending, it would be cooler, but no. It was hot.
Inside Grimmauld Place, the normal activity went on. Mrs. Weasley was busily cooking up lunch. Fred and George were acting more secretive than usual; they were definitely up to something. Mrs. Weasley ignored it for once.
Remus kept himself very much occupied, so as not to think of Sirius. He 'accidentally' found Harry. Though he really wasn't that hard to find.
Harry sat silently in the bedroom. He hadn't moved yet today. He stared at the blank picture, as if wishing to be swallowed up by it.
When Remus walked in, his attention shifted to him immediately. He sat up, staring quietly at Remus. When he didn't come any closer, Harry stood up and walked past him without acknowledging his presence. Remus stared after him, wishing he would talk to him.
Harry wandered around the house, smiling in amusement as Sirius's mother's portrait began screeching insults when he walked past her.
Harry wandered into the kitchen, feeling hungry, and was surprised to find Hermione sitting silently at the table with her back to the door. Curious, he walked over and sat down next to her. When she didn't say anything, he placed a hand on her shoulder. She looked up at him and then looked back down at the table. The two of them sat in silence for a few minutes before Hermione spoke. "Harry, is something bothering you? I haven't heard you speak a word since you got here. Are you still blaming yourself for.?" she asked him quietly, looking up at him. Harry didn't reply. After a few moments, Harry shook his head. Hermione smiled. "That's good. But why won't you talk? You're making everyone worry! They don't really have time for that Harry." She said seriously.
Harry nodded. Hermione appeared puzzled. "What do you mean?" Harry rolled his eyes and shook his head. Then he stared into the fireplace. After a few minutes, he opened his mouth to say something. He closed it again, a hand rising to his throat. A confused look crossed his face. He blinked, then staring openly at Hermione. "Yes?" she asked. He shook his head and gestured to his throat. When she didn't say anything, he shook his head and threw his arms up in the air. He then got up and walked away. Hermione stared after him. "I wonder what that was about?" she asked quietly. After a few more moments of curious consideration, she went back to her sulky mood and forgot all about it.
A few minutes later, Harry walked back in, looking slightly embarrassed. He made a beeline for the food. He quickly fixed himself a sandwich and sat down at the table across from Hermione, fixing her with a considering look. She didn't acknowledge his presence.
Remus walked in, looking for Harry. When he saw Harry, his face lit up and he quickened his pace. He sat down at the table. "Harry, I've been looking for you! Glad to see you out of your room!" he said cheerfully. Harry stared at him, a blank expression on his face. Remus took this to be a sign of disapproval. "I apologize, Harry, perhaps I shouldn't have come looking for you. I know you are able to take care of yourself."
Harry stared at him harder. After Remus didn't seem to get the point, he got up from the table and left the room, sandwich in hand. Remus blinked, his attention falling on Hermione. "Hermione, what's the matter? Did you and Ron get in a fight?" he asked comfortingly. Hermione sat up straight, a menacing glare present on her face. "Of course we haven't gotten in a fight. And even if we had, why would that bother me? He's just a stupid idiot anyway! Hmph. Men are all alike. They always think they're right, no matter what proof is right in front of them." Hermione preached angrily, shaking her head and crossing her arms. "I don't care what he says. I won't forgive him."
"I thought you didn't get in a fight?" Remus asked. Hermione glared at him again. "Don't you tell me what I said, I know what I said, and that is NOT what I said." Hermione told him haughtily. Then she too stood and stalked out of the room, leaving Remus to wonder what he had said wrong. Finally deciding to chalk it all up to one of those days, he left the room too. ***
Later that day, Mrs. Weasley called all the students into the kitchen to discuss what they needed to get in Diagon Alley. It was finally decided that Mrs. Weasley would make the trip into Diagon Alley to get the supplies, and they would just stay where they were.
The decision suited Harry just fine, as he preferred not to go out into public unless he absolutely had to. Hermione, however, was quite disappointed, and begged Mrs. Weasley to allow her to tag along, as she did not wish to stay in the same house as Ron. Ron blatantly ignored every glare she sent his way, and refused to even look at her.
Had Harry been in a better mood, he might have wondered just what had happened between the two of them. But since he was not, he did not really care.
After Mrs. Weasley left, taking Hermione along with her, Ron wheedled Harry into playing a game of chess. It didn't take Ron long to beat him, as Harry was certainly not trying to win the game. After the game, Harry wandered around the house, looking for something to read. However, nothing caught his eye, so he finally just picked a comfortable place to sit, and curled up to think. It didn't take him long to fall asleep.
Fred and George stumbled upon him a few hours later, completely by accident. They considered waking him, but decided he would likely be less than happy with them if they did. So they let him sleep. They sat down in the room as well, liking Harry's choice of rooms.
The room had the dank smell of disuse, as well as quite the collection of cobwebs. It looked dark and musty, as though no one had ever really bothered to come in long enough to care about it. There was a bed and a dresser, as well as a painting hanging on one wall. Although it was hard to say what the painting was supposed to be, they chalked it up to abstract art. The bed looked old and uncomfortable, and when Fred sat on it, he jumped back up in surprise as the bed creaked in protest. George began to laugh, but stopped at the look on Fred's face.
The dresser was a deep brown color, and it appeared to have been used recently. Curious, George opened a drawer. His eyes widened as he saw clothing that both he and Fred recognized to be Sirius's. Neither said a word, but they both glanced over at Harry. The room was distinctly lacking light, due to the dark shade covering the window. There was another door in the room, and Fred's curiousity got the best of him. He tiptoed over and swung the door open cautiously. He was mildly surprised to see another room on the other side of the door.
The other room looked a little more inviting, due to the obvious effort put into the decorations of the room. The shade was pulled up, letting the light stream in, and the bed was neatly made with a bedspread of bright colors. The place had recently been dusted, and everything sat in a precise order. Fred didn't have to guess to know this was Remus Lupin's room.
Having had their fill of house exploration, the boys shut the door quietly, though it still made a creaking sound. They left the room quietly, and ran off down the hall, ready to pretend they never found those rooms. With luck, Harry would never discover whose room he had holed himself up in. But luck was never one of their strong points.
*** A/N: Yes, I'm sure HAZZAGRIFF is ready to kill me already, just because I didn't update, even though I JUST posted this. But these things never last long, and I can understand the whole update-or-die thing. After all, I use that threat all the time. Well, that's it for now, so I'll see ya next chapter! Be the first to review me and I'll dedicate my next chapter to you!
A/N: Hullo, it's chapter 6 already! Would you look at that. I didn't think it would be this long. But that's what happens when you add a lot of detail. Anywho, I apologize for my lack of recent updates (HAZZAGRIFF please don't kill me! :.cowers under computer desk.: besides, even if you did kill me, how on earth would you find out what happened next?) blame the schoolwork, or whatever you want. In the end, it was my laziness. I sit here in front of my computer, typing and eating my dinner at the same time. And being forced to listen to the hideous show Yugi-oh. Dear Lord, help me before I strangle my sister. Alright, enough rambling. The story.
Chapter 6:
Still at Grimmauld Place!
The summer was drawing to a close, and the temperature was rising. You'd think that with the summer ending, it would be cooler, but no. It was hot.
Inside Grimmauld Place, the normal activity went on. Mrs. Weasley was busily cooking up lunch. Fred and George were acting more secretive than usual; they were definitely up to something. Mrs. Weasley ignored it for once.
Remus kept himself very much occupied, so as not to think of Sirius. He 'accidentally' found Harry. Though he really wasn't that hard to find.
Harry sat silently in the bedroom. He hadn't moved yet today. He stared at the blank picture, as if wishing to be swallowed up by it.
When Remus walked in, his attention shifted to him immediately. He sat up, staring quietly at Remus. When he didn't come any closer, Harry stood up and walked past him without acknowledging his presence. Remus stared after him, wishing he would talk to him.
Harry wandered around the house, smiling in amusement as Sirius's mother's portrait began screeching insults when he walked past her.
Harry wandered into the kitchen, feeling hungry, and was surprised to find Hermione sitting silently at the table with her back to the door. Curious, he walked over and sat down next to her. When she didn't say anything, he placed a hand on her shoulder. She looked up at him and then looked back down at the table. The two of them sat in silence for a few minutes before Hermione spoke. "Harry, is something bothering you? I haven't heard you speak a word since you got here. Are you still blaming yourself for.?" she asked him quietly, looking up at him. Harry didn't reply. After a few moments, Harry shook his head. Hermione smiled. "That's good. But why won't you talk? You're making everyone worry! They don't really have time for that Harry." She said seriously.
Harry nodded. Hermione appeared puzzled. "What do you mean?" Harry rolled his eyes and shook his head. Then he stared into the fireplace. After a few minutes, he opened his mouth to say something. He closed it again, a hand rising to his throat. A confused look crossed his face. He blinked, then staring openly at Hermione. "Yes?" she asked. He shook his head and gestured to his throat. When she didn't say anything, he shook his head and threw his arms up in the air. He then got up and walked away. Hermione stared after him. "I wonder what that was about?" she asked quietly. After a few more moments of curious consideration, she went back to her sulky mood and forgot all about it.
A few minutes later, Harry walked back in, looking slightly embarrassed. He made a beeline for the food. He quickly fixed himself a sandwich and sat down at the table across from Hermione, fixing her with a considering look. She didn't acknowledge his presence.
Remus walked in, looking for Harry. When he saw Harry, his face lit up and he quickened his pace. He sat down at the table. "Harry, I've been looking for you! Glad to see you out of your room!" he said cheerfully. Harry stared at him, a blank expression on his face. Remus took this to be a sign of disapproval. "I apologize, Harry, perhaps I shouldn't have come looking for you. I know you are able to take care of yourself."
Harry stared at him harder. After Remus didn't seem to get the point, he got up from the table and left the room, sandwich in hand. Remus blinked, his attention falling on Hermione. "Hermione, what's the matter? Did you and Ron get in a fight?" he asked comfortingly. Hermione sat up straight, a menacing glare present on her face. "Of course we haven't gotten in a fight. And even if we had, why would that bother me? He's just a stupid idiot anyway! Hmph. Men are all alike. They always think they're right, no matter what proof is right in front of them." Hermione preached angrily, shaking her head and crossing her arms. "I don't care what he says. I won't forgive him."
"I thought you didn't get in a fight?" Remus asked. Hermione glared at him again. "Don't you tell me what I said, I know what I said, and that is NOT what I said." Hermione told him haughtily. Then she too stood and stalked out of the room, leaving Remus to wonder what he had said wrong. Finally deciding to chalk it all up to one of those days, he left the room too. ***
Later that day, Mrs. Weasley called all the students into the kitchen to discuss what they needed to get in Diagon Alley. It was finally decided that Mrs. Weasley would make the trip into Diagon Alley to get the supplies, and they would just stay where they were.
The decision suited Harry just fine, as he preferred not to go out into public unless he absolutely had to. Hermione, however, was quite disappointed, and begged Mrs. Weasley to allow her to tag along, as she did not wish to stay in the same house as Ron. Ron blatantly ignored every glare she sent his way, and refused to even look at her.
Had Harry been in a better mood, he might have wondered just what had happened between the two of them. But since he was not, he did not really care.
After Mrs. Weasley left, taking Hermione along with her, Ron wheedled Harry into playing a game of chess. It didn't take Ron long to beat him, as Harry was certainly not trying to win the game. After the game, Harry wandered around the house, looking for something to read. However, nothing caught his eye, so he finally just picked a comfortable place to sit, and curled up to think. It didn't take him long to fall asleep.
Fred and George stumbled upon him a few hours later, completely by accident. They considered waking him, but decided he would likely be less than happy with them if they did. So they let him sleep. They sat down in the room as well, liking Harry's choice of rooms.
The room had the dank smell of disuse, as well as quite the collection of cobwebs. It looked dark and musty, as though no one had ever really bothered to come in long enough to care about it. There was a bed and a dresser, as well as a painting hanging on one wall. Although it was hard to say what the painting was supposed to be, they chalked it up to abstract art. The bed looked old and uncomfortable, and when Fred sat on it, he jumped back up in surprise as the bed creaked in protest. George began to laugh, but stopped at the look on Fred's face.
The dresser was a deep brown color, and it appeared to have been used recently. Curious, George opened a drawer. His eyes widened as he saw clothing that both he and Fred recognized to be Sirius's. Neither said a word, but they both glanced over at Harry. The room was distinctly lacking light, due to the dark shade covering the window. There was another door in the room, and Fred's curiousity got the best of him. He tiptoed over and swung the door open cautiously. He was mildly surprised to see another room on the other side of the door.
The other room looked a little more inviting, due to the obvious effort put into the decorations of the room. The shade was pulled up, letting the light stream in, and the bed was neatly made with a bedspread of bright colors. The place had recently been dusted, and everything sat in a precise order. Fred didn't have to guess to know this was Remus Lupin's room.
Having had their fill of house exploration, the boys shut the door quietly, though it still made a creaking sound. They left the room quietly, and ran off down the hall, ready to pretend they never found those rooms. With luck, Harry would never discover whose room he had holed himself up in. But luck was never one of their strong points.
*** A/N: Yes, I'm sure HAZZAGRIFF is ready to kill me already, just because I didn't update, even though I JUST posted this. But these things never last long, and I can understand the whole update-or-die thing. After all, I use that threat all the time. Well, that's it for now, so I'll see ya next chapter! Be the first to review me and I'll dedicate my next chapter to you!