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Harry tried the door to the Orders hq. It wouldn't open until he remembered that he had to tap the door with his wand, which, luckily he still had in his pocket from the night he had run from number Four Privet Drive. There was the welcome sound of several locks sliding out of place. Harry gave the door a light push and it swung open. He stepped into the dark hall, and noticed with a small start of surprise that the house had been painted since he had last visited. The painting of Sirius's mother was gone, there was just an empty spot on the wall now. Harry repressed the urge to sigh. There was nothing left of the Black family now.
He went into the kitchen, looked left before right and heard a crash from his right. Turning he saw Remus Lupin staring at him. He had apparently dropped the goblet he had been drinking from, it was all over his trousers. Other than that he looked the same as ever, older than he should be with numerous patches covering his clothes.
"Harry?" he croaked, and Harry nodded. Lupin stepped forward and hugged Harry tightly. Harry was a little bemused, but he hugged his old friend anyway.
"When we saw number four we feared the worst." Lupin told him, stepping back to get a good look at the 16-year-old. What he saw didn't impress him, Harry had grown over the summer holidays, but he was just as thin as ever. His hair was too long, and it made him resemble Sirius. Lupin wondered if that was the point.
"Are you ok?" he asked concerned.
"I'm tired and I'm hungry. And I'm wet." Said Harry.
Lupin chuckled, "well, that can be changed. But I think I should tell Dumbledore first."
Harry shrugged, it didn't matter, and all he wanted was a full stomach and some dry clothes.
Harry was waiting patiently when Dumbledore arrived, and glancing at the clock he realised that it was past midnight. He didn't think he was that important. There must be something else going on. He greeted the tall wizard as he entered, and wondered why he looked so tired, for in all the time he had known Albus Dumbledore he had never looked so tired and old. His blue eyes were still bright with intelligence behind his half-moon spectacles, but they didn't sparkle anymore. He told Dumbledore what he had been doing for the last three months. Dumbledore asked many questions about the night at Privet Drive, and Harry told him everything he could remember. Then Dumbledore began asking the same questions over and over, and harry got annoyed,
"Why are you asking me all these questions again and again?" he asked after Dumbledore had sat and thought silently for a few minutes.
Dumbledore sighed and leaned forwards, "it is my belief, Harry, that you were hit by am memory charm on the night Privet Drive was attacked. And I'm also afraid that you might be under the Imperious curse and the Polyjuice potion.'
Harry blinked, suddenly understanding. Lupin hadn't given him anything to eat because he was afraid that he might not be Harry. It was absurd, yet believable. He chuckled for the first time in three months, making Lupin start and Dumbledore look at him sharply.
"I get it." Said Harry, smiling to let them know he wasn't angry, "I won't eat or drink anything for the next hour, and as for the Imperious Curse, the anti-perious charm would allay that fear. And if you still don't believe me, I believe Professor Snape would be delighted to brew some truth Syup."
Dumbledore smiled, and waved his wand, and Harry felt a wave of shivers run up his back, and his hair stood on end. Then, as suddenly as it came, the feeling stopped. If he had been under an Imperious Curse he would have fainted. As it was he was left feeling rather cold.
"No Imperious Curse." Said Lupin decisively, Dumbledore agreed. Harry wished suddenly that he hadn't said anything. He was very hungry.
An hour later, Dumbledore and Lupin had tested and retested him. They both agreed; Harry Potter, the boy who lived, was alive and back. Harry was glad. He was hungry. Dumbledore decided that he should go get some sleep, and that since Dumbledore had to return to Hogwarts, Harry would have to travel to Hogwarts with Lupin after he had rested a little so that Madame Pomfrey could look him over. At first Harry was excited over his going back to his real home, but as the day wore on after his sleep he began to think hard. Lupin, noticing the boy's troubled expression asked kindly,
"What's up Harry?"
Harry looked up, startled, said, "professor Lupin, I was wondering, if Voldemort thinks I'm dead shouldn't it stay that way? Won't going back to Hogwarts ruin that?"
Lupin frowned, "I don't know Harry, we shall arrive at Dumbledore's office, so no one shall see you, and we'll ask The Professor when we're there."
Harry nodded, he would have to wait out the day until dusk until they could Portkey to Hogwarts. But he didn't mind, because for the first time in months, he was with Hedwig again. She had escaped the fire easily, arriving with only singed feathers on the night of the attack explained Lupin. Hedwig wouldn't leave Harry's shoulder and she kept nipping his ear affectionately, so at Dusk when it came time to leave his ear was numb.
When he went downstairs to the Dinning room harry was surprised to see his trunk and Firebolt on the floor. Remus, noting his expression, laughed and said that since his things had been in the basement of number four the explosion hadn't reached them, they had just got a little hot around the edges.
Then it was time to go. Harry took hold of his luggage with one hand and held the Portkey with the other. He felt the familiar tug behind his naval and knew that he was going home.
AN; tell me what you think!!!!
Harry tried the door to the Orders hq. It wouldn't open until he remembered that he had to tap the door with his wand, which, luckily he still had in his pocket from the night he had run from number Four Privet Drive. There was the welcome sound of several locks sliding out of place. Harry gave the door a light push and it swung open. He stepped into the dark hall, and noticed with a small start of surprise that the house had been painted since he had last visited. The painting of Sirius's mother was gone, there was just an empty spot on the wall now. Harry repressed the urge to sigh. There was nothing left of the Black family now.
He went into the kitchen, looked left before right and heard a crash from his right. Turning he saw Remus Lupin staring at him. He had apparently dropped the goblet he had been drinking from, it was all over his trousers. Other than that he looked the same as ever, older than he should be with numerous patches covering his clothes.
"Harry?" he croaked, and Harry nodded. Lupin stepped forward and hugged Harry tightly. Harry was a little bemused, but he hugged his old friend anyway.
"When we saw number four we feared the worst." Lupin told him, stepping back to get a good look at the 16-year-old. What he saw didn't impress him, Harry had grown over the summer holidays, but he was just as thin as ever. His hair was too long, and it made him resemble Sirius. Lupin wondered if that was the point.
"Are you ok?" he asked concerned.
"I'm tired and I'm hungry. And I'm wet." Said Harry.
Lupin chuckled, "well, that can be changed. But I think I should tell Dumbledore first."
Harry shrugged, it didn't matter, and all he wanted was a full stomach and some dry clothes.
Harry was waiting patiently when Dumbledore arrived, and glancing at the clock he realised that it was past midnight. He didn't think he was that important. There must be something else going on. He greeted the tall wizard as he entered, and wondered why he looked so tired, for in all the time he had known Albus Dumbledore he had never looked so tired and old. His blue eyes were still bright with intelligence behind his half-moon spectacles, but they didn't sparkle anymore. He told Dumbledore what he had been doing for the last three months. Dumbledore asked many questions about the night at Privet Drive, and Harry told him everything he could remember. Then Dumbledore began asking the same questions over and over, and harry got annoyed,
"Why are you asking me all these questions again and again?" he asked after Dumbledore had sat and thought silently for a few minutes.
Dumbledore sighed and leaned forwards, "it is my belief, Harry, that you were hit by am memory charm on the night Privet Drive was attacked. And I'm also afraid that you might be under the Imperious curse and the Polyjuice potion.'
Harry blinked, suddenly understanding. Lupin hadn't given him anything to eat because he was afraid that he might not be Harry. It was absurd, yet believable. He chuckled for the first time in three months, making Lupin start and Dumbledore look at him sharply.
"I get it." Said Harry, smiling to let them know he wasn't angry, "I won't eat or drink anything for the next hour, and as for the Imperious Curse, the anti-perious charm would allay that fear. And if you still don't believe me, I believe Professor Snape would be delighted to brew some truth Syup."
Dumbledore smiled, and waved his wand, and Harry felt a wave of shivers run up his back, and his hair stood on end. Then, as suddenly as it came, the feeling stopped. If he had been under an Imperious Curse he would have fainted. As it was he was left feeling rather cold.
"No Imperious Curse." Said Lupin decisively, Dumbledore agreed. Harry wished suddenly that he hadn't said anything. He was very hungry.
An hour later, Dumbledore and Lupin had tested and retested him. They both agreed; Harry Potter, the boy who lived, was alive and back. Harry was glad. He was hungry. Dumbledore decided that he should go get some sleep, and that since Dumbledore had to return to Hogwarts, Harry would have to travel to Hogwarts with Lupin after he had rested a little so that Madame Pomfrey could look him over. At first Harry was excited over his going back to his real home, but as the day wore on after his sleep he began to think hard. Lupin, noticing the boy's troubled expression asked kindly,
"What's up Harry?"
Harry looked up, startled, said, "professor Lupin, I was wondering, if Voldemort thinks I'm dead shouldn't it stay that way? Won't going back to Hogwarts ruin that?"
Lupin frowned, "I don't know Harry, we shall arrive at Dumbledore's office, so no one shall see you, and we'll ask The Professor when we're there."
Harry nodded, he would have to wait out the day until dusk until they could Portkey to Hogwarts. But he didn't mind, because for the first time in months, he was with Hedwig again. She had escaped the fire easily, arriving with only singed feathers on the night of the attack explained Lupin. Hedwig wouldn't leave Harry's shoulder and she kept nipping his ear affectionately, so at Dusk when it came time to leave his ear was numb.
When he went downstairs to the Dinning room harry was surprised to see his trunk and Firebolt on the floor. Remus, noting his expression, laughed and said that since his things had been in the basement of number four the explosion hadn't reached them, they had just got a little hot around the edges.
Then it was time to go. Harry took hold of his luggage with one hand and held the Portkey with the other. He felt the familiar tug behind his naval and knew that he was going home.
AN; tell me what you think!!!!