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Harry woke up early the next morning, at the first crack of light through the window. He tried to go back asleep, but only found himself awake instead. 'I'll go downstairs and see if Sirius is up.' He thought to himself. Coming down the stairs half-awake in his boxers, he heard talking. He stopped abruptly to listen.
"Oh, dear, dear Lucius!" It was that Umbridge woman's voice. How could Harry forget that scratchy sound?
"I suppose the boy just has it in him- being raised by the dreadful prankster Black."
"Oh, dear, dear Lucius!" Umbridge repeated.
Harry glanced up the stairs. He'd be best off if he went upstairs and put on his robes instead of standing there in his pajamas. He started to sneak up the steps when a voice called "Ah, there's the boy!" It was Lucius Malfoy's voice.
Harry turned around. "What're you doing in my house?"
"I'm here to have a little chat with your godfather."
"Yes!" Umbridge commented. "Is he home? Or did he go off and leave you again?"
Harry gritted his teeth. "He's asleep."
"Well wake him up!" Malfoy snarled. Sensing hesitation he shouted, "NOW!"
Harry hated orders. He didn't even appreciate them from Sirius, but from a Malfoy?! "No, he's asleep!"
"Did you hear me Potter!? I SAID I NEED TO SPEAK WITH HIM NOW!"
"It's alright Harry." Sirius said quietly coming down the stairs in his red dress robes. "Now what is it you want?"
Harry tiptoed back up the stairs to change into his robes while Sirius continued down them. "Well?"
"It's about that boy of yours." Lucius stated. "I've brought Miss Umbridge here with me."
"What's wrong with him?"
"He attacked my son!"
"No, I mean Umbridge." Sirius said slyly.
Umbridge glared coldly at him. "Mr. Black." She hissed in her scratchy voice. "Such childish behavior gives you down marks."
Sirius blinked. "What? Down marks? What is going on? And haven't you people ever heard of knocking? You just come right on into my house, don't you!"
"Mr. Black." Umbridge replied, "Lucius and I are greatly concerned about the behavior of the Potter boy!"
"Oh?" Sirius barked. "Why is that?"
"He attacked my son!" Lucius repeated. "Where were you!?"
"Standing right there. And it appeared to me that he was defending himself. He told me that your son was insulting Lily and James?"
"They're dead, what does it matter?"
"It matters a lot!" Sirius spat. "And I know who Draco learned it from!"
Lucius snorted. "Black, I came here to discuss how if Potter continues acting like- like- you!" (Sirius's eyes flared at this) "-then he will be expelled before he even starts his second year!"
"Well then." Sirius said in his I-don't-take-this tone. "I'll be sure to chain him to the dungeon wall and throw rocks at him if he ever goes near your family again. Now I bid you good day, and GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!"
"Chains Potter to wall," Umbridge muttered, scratching her quill on a clipboard, "-throws rocks at him."
"-strongly detests people breaking into his house." Sirius finished.
"We'll leave now-" Umbridge stated.
"Good."
Lucius was glowing as if he thought he'd won a fight with his old rival as him and Umbridge disapparated.
"Are-" Harry asked, coming down the stairs.
"Nothing kid." Sirius muttered.
"-you mad at me?" Harry finished.
Sirius looked up. "No. Why would I be?"
"I mean, it seems that it's all my fault."
"What's all your fault?" Sirius asked, sitting down on the first stair. Harry joined him.
"Well, they were here because of me."
"And me."
"Why you?"
"They think I raised you to be like that. Of course I did. But they treat it as if it's a horrible thing to-"
"Sirius, I've been meaning to tell you that I'm sorry." Harry interrupted. "You didn't raise me to use all the skills you've taught me as an attack. He provoked, but I really shouldn't have-"
"And I shouldn't have congratulated you. It's just the Malfoys- they're horrible people." Sirius put his face in his hands. "Nothing we can do." After a few long moments of silence, Sirius suggested, "Want to eat something?"
.
Harry found himself bored after only a few days into the summer. He often stayed in the house, drifting off into his own battles he had the year before. He remembered himself fighting for the stone, refusing to give in.
Sirius meanwhile was terribly worried about Harry, who every few steps he took, would fall into daydreams of his epic battles. He felt fear that Harry was getting accustomed to the danger, that maybe he was starting to like it, to receive a taste for it.
Harry wound up in the attic one afternoon, of aimless walking, dreaming of riding on a centaur's back. It was a dusty old place that made him sneeze right away, waking him up. He looked around at the place he'd grown up playing in. There were old costume trunks (who knows why those were up there, but anyway), old books, and dusty outdated magazine piles. There were clothes and memory boxes, even old furniture. Under the window there was even a sleeping bag. Harry used to pretend he was camping and sleep up there. He looked at the old, dusty organ, before letting his eyes settle on a door at the far end of the attic, with a huge padlock on it. Harry had never been in there before, as Sirius had ordered him not to, but it was strange to him, so curious.
He walked over to it and let his hand run along the dust of it. There were even cobwebs stretched across it. The wood was knotted and old.
The darkness outside was starting to filter in through the window and Harry found himself swaying on the spot, dreaming again. He was opening doors and discovering new things, new things that had helped wizards, that had revealed Quirrel's identity, that had revealed Voldemort's hiding place. He suddenly felt the urge for danger, and pelted himself forward to the door, fingering the lock frantically. There had to be a way inside somehow! He spotted a dusty old wand on a shelf, grabbed it, and whispered 'Alohamora!'. The padlock sprung open with a click. (Harry used a wand that wasn't his because he didn't want to be blamed for underage wizardry). He dropped it on the attic floor.
Excitement flooded him, and he pushed the door open a crack. It was pitch black in there. Just as he stepped inside, unfortunately, the door closed on him. He thought nothing of it and continued inside. All he saw were wooden walls, with spiders crawling in them, but he soon made it to a room with a large green pool in the middle of it. The passage and room seemed to stretch out farther than his house, as if he were in another world. Indeed it was another world! He stepped closer to the pool and looked in. What he saw made his stomach turn. There were dead bodies, everywhere!
Thoughts began to flood his brain, panicking him. What was going on!? Was Sirius killing people and hiding the bodies!? Were they real!? Was this in his attic!? Was this-!?
Harry's blood chilled as the glow of the green pond went out, it grew dark, and breathing came from directly behind him. First he tried remaining still, barely breathing, daring to make a sound, but he realized that it was getting no where so he asked quietly at a hiss, "Sirius?"
There was no reply, except the breathing moved over to in front of him. He felt around for his wand in his pocket. It wasn't there!
"Who-Who are you?" he asked.
"I." The voice creaked. It was old, crackling, and wheezy. "-will not reveal Harry Potter."
Harry's heart pounded in his chest. How could this all possibly be in his attic!?
"I am somewhat-"
The pond light snapped on again and Harry saw its face. He did not manage to stifle his scream, it was so ghastly.
It was a rotted corpse, its flesh barely hanging onto its bones, still rotting away. Harry then smelled its stench. It was almost as horrible as it looked. It's eyes were hanging limply from its sockets, and its long, claw-like nails were reached out in a way that made a chill creep up Harry's spine.
Another light snapped on and the corpse collapsed into a bundle of bones. "Harry?" Moody asked, surprised from across the room.
"M-M-Moody?"
"What're you doing here?" he demanded. It was a tone that Harry only heard from Moody when it was toward Sirius about something.
"I-I-I don't know-" Harry looked down at the pile of bones that was then turning into dust before his very eyes.
"It's a time acceleration test." Moody answered, without Harry even asking the question. "It's not real. It's just a magic test."
"Why did it talk to me?"
"It doesn't talk Harry." Moody replied, "You must have imagined it over the shock."
"MOODY!"
Harry's heart drooped. It was Sirius's voice. The light clicked off, so that just the green pool light was showing.
"Ah, Sirius! Back so soon!" Moody exclaimed. Somehow he was eager. "You must see this test!"
"I-I heard a scream."
"Oh, that was just Harry." Moody replied, as if it were nothing.
"WHAT!?"
"-I said, that was just Harry." He repeated.
"H-How'd he get in here!? Where is he!? Is he still here!?"
"Here." Harry said weakly. He backed away in the darkness, edging ever so closer to the green pool. His words in his throat felt constricted, although he wasn't quite sure what to say. He backed up another step and felt the heel of his foot slosh in the edge of the pool.
"No- don't- Harry!" Moody darted from the other side of the room just as the lights snapped on and pulled him out of the water.
Harry felt his stomach turn at the look Sirius had on his face, it was anger, distrust, and disappointment.
"Oh, dear." Moody said, although sounding amused, as Harry's foot increased several inches. "It's that acceleration potion." He tapped his wand to the foot and it shrunk back to normal size. "Seems to work better than I thought."
Harry felt awkward. He couldn't look at Sirius, or Moody, but especially not Sirius. Facing the ground, he asked, "What is all this?"
"This," to Harry's dismay, Sirius answered him, "-is the place I warned you not to go to. This is the testing zone for the Order of the Phoenix."
"Oh, testing zone?" Harry replied, staring at the ground, determined not to make eye contact.
"Dangerous things happen here." Moody answered. "That is why Sirius has never told you about it. We all agreed it would be best-"
"Fine way of hiding it!" Harry heard himself saying, "Putting a huge, suspicious looking padlocked door in the middle of the attic!"
"It was alright when you were young. You practically listened to everything I told you to do. But now-"
"Didn't you think that eventually I'd want to see it?"
"No, I really thought you had more sense!" Sirius replied, his voice rising.
"It's not about sense!" Harry answered. "It's about trust! You could've told me it was testing grounds! I would've understood!"
"You've always wanted to belong to the Order! It would make your curiosity worse!"
"You think I'm that stupid!?"
"Well, look where you are now Harry James Potter!" Sirius snapped. Harry hated the tone. Sarcasm made his blood boil when it came from Sirius.
"Gentlemen!" Moody shouted, above both of them. "Can we stop arguing for a moment? Now that he knows!" He lowered his voice. "Now that he knows, I doubt we'll have problems any longer."
"Maybe you're the stupid one!" Harry ignored.
"One more word from both of you and I start using my wand!" Moody answered in frustration. "This is no place for a fight! Look at where we are! One wrong move and we can wind up dead!"
"Dead." Sirius muttered, continuing his sarcasm. "Harry doesn't mind. He looks for this kind of thing."
"NOT TRUE!"
"SILENCE!" Moody growled. "Perhaps we could continue this conversation in the house, and get out of this place!"
He shut down the lights in the pond and in the room, and led the two, who were still bickering, out into the attic.
"It's not my fault you've kept this from me!" Harry shouted, "Perhaps I wouldn't have wandered in there today if you hadn't!"
"Wandered in there?" Sirius scowled. "WANDERED IN THERE!? You picked the lock!"
"Did not! I used a spell with an old wand I found!"
"Underaged wizardry also!?"
Moody turned and locked the padlock on the door. "Now Harry," he said softly. "It's all a secret, alright? You have to keep it a secret, or we're all doomed."
"Oh, I'll make sure he regrets this." Sirius stated in a way that made Harry want to pounce like he did with Malfoy, to sharpen up those street fighting skills, but he knew Sirius would win, and it would be a very grim ending for Harry.
"Harry's much older now. You can't make this decision for him."
Harry imagined Sirius coming down on him like locusts with punishments and nodded. "S-Secret."
Moody smiled. "Good. Now then, Sirius, if you'll join me later on for a test run. Harry? Now that you know of the place, you can come. I'm going to demonstrate the acceleration potion again with a full test."
Sirius opened his mouth to object but Moody shook his head. "Of course he can come Sirius. As for me, I won't be back till, oh, let's say, midnight?" Then he disapparated.
"Er- You know Sirius." Harry said hurriedly, "I think I'll g-go to bed. I'm kind of tired." He started to walk, but Sirius grabbed the hood of his robe, stopping him.
"Just one thing Harry," Sirius said sternly, his eyes narrowed. "I lay down these rules for your own good. Not mine, oh, not mine. I took the risk of death when I entered the Order, but you Harry! Your life was not part of the bargain! Do you understand me?"
"Er- I think so."
"Harry! Your mother didn't die for nothing! Do you think she would have appreciated this!? Who knows, you could've been killed!"
"-the room was in my attic, why would it be dangerous?"
"-when I tell you not to go somewhere, you don't go there!" Sirius finished. "Alright!? You saw the potion in there! The tests! It's not always as safe as it seems! It could've been fire or-or something worse!"
"Ok." Harry replied.
"You don't go there again without my permission, got it? Me, not Moody. Got it?"
"Yeah. I get it."
Sirius looked at him suspiciously before hugging him. "You're all I've got, kid."
Harry sighed. Just when he'd thought he'd found adventure, Sirius was there to save the day. It didn't feel right, at all. He wanted to go somewhere that had danger oozing out of the cracks int eh walls, and the knots in the floorboards. Perhaps that's getting a bit too descriptive, but believe me, that's where danger lurked- and would soon appear.
I hope I didn't make Sirius sound mean in this chapter, and Harry sound too daring, but I'm still you know, formulating the story. I'm so glad people are reviewing! It makes me want to write more!!!!
Harry woke up early the next morning, at the first crack of light through the window. He tried to go back asleep, but only found himself awake instead. 'I'll go downstairs and see if Sirius is up.' He thought to himself. Coming down the stairs half-awake in his boxers, he heard talking. He stopped abruptly to listen.
"Oh, dear, dear Lucius!" It was that Umbridge woman's voice. How could Harry forget that scratchy sound?
"I suppose the boy just has it in him- being raised by the dreadful prankster Black."
"Oh, dear, dear Lucius!" Umbridge repeated.
Harry glanced up the stairs. He'd be best off if he went upstairs and put on his robes instead of standing there in his pajamas. He started to sneak up the steps when a voice called "Ah, there's the boy!" It was Lucius Malfoy's voice.
Harry turned around. "What're you doing in my house?"
"I'm here to have a little chat with your godfather."
"Yes!" Umbridge commented. "Is he home? Or did he go off and leave you again?"
Harry gritted his teeth. "He's asleep."
"Well wake him up!" Malfoy snarled. Sensing hesitation he shouted, "NOW!"
Harry hated orders. He didn't even appreciate them from Sirius, but from a Malfoy?! "No, he's asleep!"
"Did you hear me Potter!? I SAID I NEED TO SPEAK WITH HIM NOW!"
"It's alright Harry." Sirius said quietly coming down the stairs in his red dress robes. "Now what is it you want?"
Harry tiptoed back up the stairs to change into his robes while Sirius continued down them. "Well?"
"It's about that boy of yours." Lucius stated. "I've brought Miss Umbridge here with me."
"What's wrong with him?"
"He attacked my son!"
"No, I mean Umbridge." Sirius said slyly.
Umbridge glared coldly at him. "Mr. Black." She hissed in her scratchy voice. "Such childish behavior gives you down marks."
Sirius blinked. "What? Down marks? What is going on? And haven't you people ever heard of knocking? You just come right on into my house, don't you!"
"Mr. Black." Umbridge replied, "Lucius and I are greatly concerned about the behavior of the Potter boy!"
"Oh?" Sirius barked. "Why is that?"
"He attacked my son!" Lucius repeated. "Where were you!?"
"Standing right there. And it appeared to me that he was defending himself. He told me that your son was insulting Lily and James?"
"They're dead, what does it matter?"
"It matters a lot!" Sirius spat. "And I know who Draco learned it from!"
Lucius snorted. "Black, I came here to discuss how if Potter continues acting like- like- you!" (Sirius's eyes flared at this) "-then he will be expelled before he even starts his second year!"
"Well then." Sirius said in his I-don't-take-this tone. "I'll be sure to chain him to the dungeon wall and throw rocks at him if he ever goes near your family again. Now I bid you good day, and GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!"
"Chains Potter to wall," Umbridge muttered, scratching her quill on a clipboard, "-throws rocks at him."
"-strongly detests people breaking into his house." Sirius finished.
"We'll leave now-" Umbridge stated.
"Good."
Lucius was glowing as if he thought he'd won a fight with his old rival as him and Umbridge disapparated.
"Are-" Harry asked, coming down the stairs.
"Nothing kid." Sirius muttered.
"-you mad at me?" Harry finished.
Sirius looked up. "No. Why would I be?"
"I mean, it seems that it's all my fault."
"What's all your fault?" Sirius asked, sitting down on the first stair. Harry joined him.
"Well, they were here because of me."
"And me."
"Why you?"
"They think I raised you to be like that. Of course I did. But they treat it as if it's a horrible thing to-"
"Sirius, I've been meaning to tell you that I'm sorry." Harry interrupted. "You didn't raise me to use all the skills you've taught me as an attack. He provoked, but I really shouldn't have-"
"And I shouldn't have congratulated you. It's just the Malfoys- they're horrible people." Sirius put his face in his hands. "Nothing we can do." After a few long moments of silence, Sirius suggested, "Want to eat something?"
.
Harry found himself bored after only a few days into the summer. He often stayed in the house, drifting off into his own battles he had the year before. He remembered himself fighting for the stone, refusing to give in.
Sirius meanwhile was terribly worried about Harry, who every few steps he took, would fall into daydreams of his epic battles. He felt fear that Harry was getting accustomed to the danger, that maybe he was starting to like it, to receive a taste for it.
Harry wound up in the attic one afternoon, of aimless walking, dreaming of riding on a centaur's back. It was a dusty old place that made him sneeze right away, waking him up. He looked around at the place he'd grown up playing in. There were old costume trunks (who knows why those were up there, but anyway), old books, and dusty outdated magazine piles. There were clothes and memory boxes, even old furniture. Under the window there was even a sleeping bag. Harry used to pretend he was camping and sleep up there. He looked at the old, dusty organ, before letting his eyes settle on a door at the far end of the attic, with a huge padlock on it. Harry had never been in there before, as Sirius had ordered him not to, but it was strange to him, so curious.
He walked over to it and let his hand run along the dust of it. There were even cobwebs stretched across it. The wood was knotted and old.
The darkness outside was starting to filter in through the window and Harry found himself swaying on the spot, dreaming again. He was opening doors and discovering new things, new things that had helped wizards, that had revealed Quirrel's identity, that had revealed Voldemort's hiding place. He suddenly felt the urge for danger, and pelted himself forward to the door, fingering the lock frantically. There had to be a way inside somehow! He spotted a dusty old wand on a shelf, grabbed it, and whispered 'Alohamora!'. The padlock sprung open with a click. (Harry used a wand that wasn't his because he didn't want to be blamed for underage wizardry). He dropped it on the attic floor.
Excitement flooded him, and he pushed the door open a crack. It was pitch black in there. Just as he stepped inside, unfortunately, the door closed on him. He thought nothing of it and continued inside. All he saw were wooden walls, with spiders crawling in them, but he soon made it to a room with a large green pool in the middle of it. The passage and room seemed to stretch out farther than his house, as if he were in another world. Indeed it was another world! He stepped closer to the pool and looked in. What he saw made his stomach turn. There were dead bodies, everywhere!
Thoughts began to flood his brain, panicking him. What was going on!? Was Sirius killing people and hiding the bodies!? Were they real!? Was this in his attic!? Was this-!?
Harry's blood chilled as the glow of the green pond went out, it grew dark, and breathing came from directly behind him. First he tried remaining still, barely breathing, daring to make a sound, but he realized that it was getting no where so he asked quietly at a hiss, "Sirius?"
There was no reply, except the breathing moved over to in front of him. He felt around for his wand in his pocket. It wasn't there!
"Who-Who are you?" he asked.
"I." The voice creaked. It was old, crackling, and wheezy. "-will not reveal Harry Potter."
Harry's heart pounded in his chest. How could this all possibly be in his attic!?
"I am somewhat-"
The pond light snapped on again and Harry saw its face. He did not manage to stifle his scream, it was so ghastly.
It was a rotted corpse, its flesh barely hanging onto its bones, still rotting away. Harry then smelled its stench. It was almost as horrible as it looked. It's eyes were hanging limply from its sockets, and its long, claw-like nails were reached out in a way that made a chill creep up Harry's spine.
Another light snapped on and the corpse collapsed into a bundle of bones. "Harry?" Moody asked, surprised from across the room.
"M-M-Moody?"
"What're you doing here?" he demanded. It was a tone that Harry only heard from Moody when it was toward Sirius about something.
"I-I-I don't know-" Harry looked down at the pile of bones that was then turning into dust before his very eyes.
"It's a time acceleration test." Moody answered, without Harry even asking the question. "It's not real. It's just a magic test."
"Why did it talk to me?"
"It doesn't talk Harry." Moody replied, "You must have imagined it over the shock."
"MOODY!"
Harry's heart drooped. It was Sirius's voice. The light clicked off, so that just the green pool light was showing.
"Ah, Sirius! Back so soon!" Moody exclaimed. Somehow he was eager. "You must see this test!"
"I-I heard a scream."
"Oh, that was just Harry." Moody replied, as if it were nothing.
"WHAT!?"
"-I said, that was just Harry." He repeated.
"H-How'd he get in here!? Where is he!? Is he still here!?"
"Here." Harry said weakly. He backed away in the darkness, edging ever so closer to the green pool. His words in his throat felt constricted, although he wasn't quite sure what to say. He backed up another step and felt the heel of his foot slosh in the edge of the pool.
"No- don't- Harry!" Moody darted from the other side of the room just as the lights snapped on and pulled him out of the water.
Harry felt his stomach turn at the look Sirius had on his face, it was anger, distrust, and disappointment.
"Oh, dear." Moody said, although sounding amused, as Harry's foot increased several inches. "It's that acceleration potion." He tapped his wand to the foot and it shrunk back to normal size. "Seems to work better than I thought."
Harry felt awkward. He couldn't look at Sirius, or Moody, but especially not Sirius. Facing the ground, he asked, "What is all this?"
"This," to Harry's dismay, Sirius answered him, "-is the place I warned you not to go to. This is the testing zone for the Order of the Phoenix."
"Oh, testing zone?" Harry replied, staring at the ground, determined not to make eye contact.
"Dangerous things happen here." Moody answered. "That is why Sirius has never told you about it. We all agreed it would be best-"
"Fine way of hiding it!" Harry heard himself saying, "Putting a huge, suspicious looking padlocked door in the middle of the attic!"
"It was alright when you were young. You practically listened to everything I told you to do. But now-"
"Didn't you think that eventually I'd want to see it?"
"No, I really thought you had more sense!" Sirius replied, his voice rising.
"It's not about sense!" Harry answered. "It's about trust! You could've told me it was testing grounds! I would've understood!"
"You've always wanted to belong to the Order! It would make your curiosity worse!"
"You think I'm that stupid!?"
"Well, look where you are now Harry James Potter!" Sirius snapped. Harry hated the tone. Sarcasm made his blood boil when it came from Sirius.
"Gentlemen!" Moody shouted, above both of them. "Can we stop arguing for a moment? Now that he knows!" He lowered his voice. "Now that he knows, I doubt we'll have problems any longer."
"Maybe you're the stupid one!" Harry ignored.
"One more word from both of you and I start using my wand!" Moody answered in frustration. "This is no place for a fight! Look at where we are! One wrong move and we can wind up dead!"
"Dead." Sirius muttered, continuing his sarcasm. "Harry doesn't mind. He looks for this kind of thing."
"NOT TRUE!"
"SILENCE!" Moody growled. "Perhaps we could continue this conversation in the house, and get out of this place!"
He shut down the lights in the pond and in the room, and led the two, who were still bickering, out into the attic.
"It's not my fault you've kept this from me!" Harry shouted, "Perhaps I wouldn't have wandered in there today if you hadn't!"
"Wandered in there?" Sirius scowled. "WANDERED IN THERE!? You picked the lock!"
"Did not! I used a spell with an old wand I found!"
"Underaged wizardry also!?"
Moody turned and locked the padlock on the door. "Now Harry," he said softly. "It's all a secret, alright? You have to keep it a secret, or we're all doomed."
"Oh, I'll make sure he regrets this." Sirius stated in a way that made Harry want to pounce like he did with Malfoy, to sharpen up those street fighting skills, but he knew Sirius would win, and it would be a very grim ending for Harry.
"Harry's much older now. You can't make this decision for him."
Harry imagined Sirius coming down on him like locusts with punishments and nodded. "S-Secret."
Moody smiled. "Good. Now then, Sirius, if you'll join me later on for a test run. Harry? Now that you know of the place, you can come. I'm going to demonstrate the acceleration potion again with a full test."
Sirius opened his mouth to object but Moody shook his head. "Of course he can come Sirius. As for me, I won't be back till, oh, let's say, midnight?" Then he disapparated.
"Er- You know Sirius." Harry said hurriedly, "I think I'll g-go to bed. I'm kind of tired." He started to walk, but Sirius grabbed the hood of his robe, stopping him.
"Just one thing Harry," Sirius said sternly, his eyes narrowed. "I lay down these rules for your own good. Not mine, oh, not mine. I took the risk of death when I entered the Order, but you Harry! Your life was not part of the bargain! Do you understand me?"
"Er- I think so."
"Harry! Your mother didn't die for nothing! Do you think she would have appreciated this!? Who knows, you could've been killed!"
"-the room was in my attic, why would it be dangerous?"
"-when I tell you not to go somewhere, you don't go there!" Sirius finished. "Alright!? You saw the potion in there! The tests! It's not always as safe as it seems! It could've been fire or-or something worse!"
"Ok." Harry replied.
"You don't go there again without my permission, got it? Me, not Moody. Got it?"
"Yeah. I get it."
Sirius looked at him suspiciously before hugging him. "You're all I've got, kid."
Harry sighed. Just when he'd thought he'd found adventure, Sirius was there to save the day. It didn't feel right, at all. He wanted to go somewhere that had danger oozing out of the cracks int eh walls, and the knots in the floorboards. Perhaps that's getting a bit too descriptive, but believe me, that's where danger lurked- and would soon appear.
I hope I didn't make Sirius sound mean in this chapter, and Harry sound too daring, but I'm still you know, formulating the story. I'm so glad people are reviewing! It makes me want to write more!!!!