Harry was just running around the house to make sure that he hadn't forgotten anything. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon were pretending Harry didn't exist, as usual, so Harry was getting around without anyone bugging him. Dudley was out with the gang, probably doing drugs or picking on little kids and what not. Just as Harry was sure he had everything, he ran up the stairs and opened his door to see a man standing in his room. Without a second thought, Harry drew out his wand that he kept constantly in his pocket. When Harry recognized the interest in the muggle things in his room, and the red hair, he noticed that the man standing in his room was none other than Mr. Weasly.
Harry was about to yelp out of surprise but was somehow able to keep himself under control. Mr. Weasly must have noticed how surprised Harry was with his wand pointing directly at his heart because he started to talk in a calming was,
"Now Harry don't be alarmed, it's just me, Mr. Weasly, you remember don't you, Ron's dad?"
Harry was thinking in his head of course I remember you!! Its only been a month since we last saw each other I was just trying to protect myself with the wand!, but Harry decided to keep that to himself.
"Um... Mr. Weasly I just didn't expect you to be in my room is all." And Harry quickly put away his wand.
"Well alright then, you got your bag?"
"Ya its over there under my bed."
"Alright then lets go."
"GO? But how, I mean we can't use the fireplace and aren't we going to use broomsticks like last year?"
"No no, we got a Portkey to transport us one mile from the order. They are waiting at the stop that we are being transported to."
"How is everyone at the order, are they all--"
"SHH!! Not here Harry! Now have you been taking care of yourself?" Mr. Weasly answered his own question by seeing the pillow lying on Harry's bed, all broken in looking with many sorts of colors. Mr. Weasly tried to change the subject because he didn't want Harry to start breaking down.
"So, you uhhhh…. You…. Ummmmm… you… how was your…. I mean… alright lets go." He walked toward Harry's bed and got the trunk from underneath it. Harry came up behind Mr. Weasly because he had also had his broomstick underneath his bed that he had constantly been polishing and gazing at. So Harry had his broomstick in one hand and got Hedwig's cage in the other, while Mr. Weasly was holding Harry's trunk.
"Err.. Mr. Weasly what is the Portkey?" Asked Harry trying not to sound rude.
"Oh yes! The Portkey! That would be a bit of use." Mr. Weasly dug into his pocket and took out a piece of paper. Harry took the corner of it into his fingertips. All of a sudden Uncle Vernon started screaming,
"BLOODY OWLS!!! POTTER!!!!!" and Mr. Weasly goes,
"That's our signal, Harry its time to go." All of a sudden Harry felt a jerk up from underneath his naval and the next thing he saw was about twenty other people standing around him. They included, Tonks, Lupin, Mad-Eye, and a ton of others Harry hadn't recognized.
Instead of a warm welcome greeting, there were angry faces all around him staring off into their own worlds. When they noticed Harry and Mr. Weasly's arrival, they grabbed Harry by the arms and dragged him in the middle of them all. They kept looking all around to make sure no one was watching them or following them.
No one talked. No one looked at each other, but all they did was walk. They kept walking and dragging Harry with them. Harry was starting to get sick of the silence, but he knew that he shouldn't talk either.
What seemed like forever for walking, Harry finally caught eye of the street he now recognized. Although Harry was in the middle of all of the people in the order, he couldn't help but stop dead, making a couple of people behind him trip over themselves.
Harry's heart froze under his skin and Harry's breath came to a halt. Why had Harry thought that he could handle coming back if he couldn't even stand to look at the street the house was on?
"What the hell do you think you're doing, we have to hurry up come on!" growled moody.
"Take it easy Mad-Eye, Harry had just gone through a loss, come on now Harry, if its easier just close your eyes we gotcha." Came the caring voice of Lupin, although his voice had changed. It became more squeaky as though he too had suffered from the loss of Sirius. Harry all of a sudden got the strength to surge forward.
Walking down the street he tried to keep his head down, concentrating on his shoes. Harry didn't even notice when they reached the house because when everyone came to a halt, Harry kept walking forward and ended up bumping right into Tonks. Harry was about to apologize, but something about the constant silence kept Harry quiet. Two at a time they walked into Grammuald Place, the order of the phoenix.
Harry kept trying to concentrate on his shoes as he entered with Mad-Eye. As soon as Harry stepped into Sirius's old house, the smell of it made Harry's eyes water. He had to hold back his tears. He can't break down right in front of all of the people in the Order. How crazy and babyish would he look if he started to cry? Before anyone could ask Harry anything, he ran up the stairs to the room he stayed at last year to find Ron and Hermione sitting on Ron's bed.
They both jumped up to greet Harry, but as fast as their excitement rose, it fell at the look on Harry's face. Harry tossed his broom and Hedwig's cage to the side and flung himself on his bed and buried himself in his pillow.
Harry couldn't take being here. He couldn't take that this was the place where he had been with Sirius last summer. He couldn't take the memories that were here involving Sirius. Harry just missed Sirius so much Harry felt like it was killing him. Harry felt Ron and Hermione's eyes on him, but he didn't care. To Harry's surprise Hermione came and sat on Harry's bed and wept with him. Ron just stood there dumbstruck, not knowing whether to comfort the pair or walk away.