Search for Sirius Chapter one Guilty Conscience

Harry had only had to spend one week at the Dursley's house this time before the Advance Guard had come and whisked him off to Number twelve Gimmauld Place. Last summer this would have made Harry very happy, but now it didn't matter. Nothing mattered anymore, Sirius was dead. He had lost the closest thing he had ever had to a real father since Lord Voldemort had killed his own. Now he and his Death Eaters had killed Sirius too. Or so Dumbledore said--Harry was still in denial. If he could just get back to the Ministry of Magic and check behind the veil Sirius had disapeared into, just check, prove to himself that Sirius was still there, trying to get out. Anything other than facing the ever-nagging truth--That Sirius was really dead.

At least he was getting news this time now that he lived at the order. Number Twelve was almost livable. The place had been mostly cleaned out to fit human standards. Even though they were getting alot more visitors now that everyone knew that Voldemort was back, but the place still felt empty without his god-father around. Everyone was subdued and quiet. Mrs. Black's shreiks echoed even louder through the silent house since Sirius was practically the only person that could shut her up. She seemed to be the only one not affected by her son's death, but after all, she was a painting..

Now everyone had started to avoid Harry, seeing that he lashed out at anyone who disturbed him from his own little world of misery. That's why Harry was surprised to hear his name called out at breakfast that morning. Harry looked at Mr. Weasley, who had spoken to him.

"Harry, Cornelius Fudge wants to speak with you this afternoon. Something about an interview and a formal apology." Arthur began catiously just as Kreacher scurried by clutching some ancient Black family heirloom, stopping only to glance at Harry with his huge, void-like eyes.

"They say he's mad, that one." the old house elf said to no-one inparticular, throwing a blank look at Harry, then walking away, muttering something about Harry being off his rocker and St. Mungo's.

Harry wondered again why they hadn't freed him. He was no use around the house and he was one of the reasons Sirius was dead, but then again, he would undoubtably go to the Malfoys again with information from the order. Harry wished he could strangle the little..

"Harry, get ready dear. You'll be going to the Ministry with Arthur in a bit." Mrs. Weasley's voice penetrated his mind as she urged him to finish his eggs.

"Yeah. Sure.." Harry answered, not exactly taking in what she had said until they were on there way to the Ministry for the third time that year..

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