Authors note: Hey people after this chapter im not updating until I get ten new peoples votes!!! Atleast ten. And no I am not plagerising, this is all my own ideas, well im using the characters from J.K. Rowlings series, but I cant wait for the darn sixth book to come out and Harry needs to grieve over his godfathers death. I don't like the way he deals with it in the 5th book. ***sigh*** So review and you will find out more!! The funniest thing would be if some of my ideas come true in the 6th book!! Man I just cant wait for it to come out!!! Oh, ya and for the people who don't know me, im Jenna!! Hi!! ***waves hand*** and I would like to recommend my friends story which is called Genievive, its really good… BUT NOT AS GOOD AS MINE!! Hehehe enjoy! = P
Searching for what is foundDinner was very quiet that night. Nothing like last year. Harry wasn't hungry so he didn't eat anything. Mrs. Weasly had greeted Harry with a hug earlier, and Harry didn't want her to let go.
Tonks had her nose in the form of a pig, and Hermione and Ginny didn't even seem to notice it. Last year that had been their favorite nose, this year everyone just stared off into space. What was happening with Voldemort? Just as Harry thought that, he remembered about his dream, the reaction his scar had given him, and about the letter to Dumbledore. Would Dumbledore know to send the letter here now?
Harry excused himself from the table because he couldn't take the silence anymore. Just as Harry was walking down the hallway, he noticed that the Order finally must have found a way to take down Sirius's mom's picture because it was no longer suspended on the wall. Harry also hadn't seen the house elf, Kreacher, anywhere anymore.
Harry walked up the stairs, and instead of going to his and Ron's room; he went to the room where Sirius had kept Buckbeak. Harry opened the door to see that Buckbeak was no longer there. Where did they put him? Why are they getting rid of everything that belonged to Sirius? Harry had nothing in this house anymore to look upon and hold that Sirius had held. He was looking for an ounce of hope in Buckbeak, but he wasn't even here. Harry thought that no one wanted to take care of him anymore and he might have made too much noise. But why did they have to take him away? Harry cuddled himself into the corner where Buckbeak used to lie and fell asleep without an ounce of happiness.
"Harry darling? Are you in there?" Came the caring voice of Mrs. Weasly. Harry didn't respond, but Mrs. Weasly opened the door anyway and found him curled in the corner. She walked over to Harry and sat next to him. She wrapped both arms around him and Harry put his head against her and let himself feel warm and protected. Mrs. Weasly was muttering something to Harry, but Harry didn't hear anything that she was saying, he just wanted to feel warm and safe for the first time in a while. Harry liked being cared for, and he liked being held, Please Mrs. Weasly never let go, please I don't want to go back into the real world, please don't let me go. Harry kept thinking to himself. Mrs. Weasly must have read Harry's mind because they just sat in each other's arms for the longest time. Harry ended up falling asleep again to the beating of Mrs. Weasly's heart…
Run faster, he's going to get you. Faster, faster. Where is he? I don't want to die. All of these burning houses, it's all up to me. Why does it have to be up to me? I cant loose anyone else anymore. I can't take the pain. I have to protect them, I have to fight. Look at all of these people running, where are we running?
Harry let his feet carry him where everyone else was going. Looking around the people in the order weren't there. Just the Weasly kids and Hermione. Harry why are you running? You have to fight. Turn back around and help them fight! Harry turned around as Hermione grabbed his arm,
"Harry don't leave we need you, Harry I need you." Harry got out of her grasp and started to run in the opposite direction as he heard Hermione screaming for him. He had to keep running, he has to help the order.
"Harry help us!" choked a kid wondering a street that Harry no longer recognized. Houses all along the street were being burned and screams were on a constant sound. People were running and flooding everywhere. Sweat was trickling down Harry's forehead and he was running around looking for some sign of hope.
Harry was too late. He was letting all of these families and kids down. I don't know what to do!! Harry yelled. Someone help me!! But no one could. This was his prophecy his task. IT was fate for Harry to have to conquer Voldemort and no one could help or save him, except for himself. I can't do this alone!!! Harry yelled but a sign of hope shined as he heard the phoenix song and saw that his shadow became a grown man's with shaggy hair.
Sirius…. Harry thought… Sirius is hear with me, im not alone. It was fate for him to die to fight Voldemort by my side.
"Sirius!" Harry screamed, "Sirius, I don't think I can do this, I don't want to fail all these people! I can't do it; I don't know enough magic and he's so much stronger than I am! I have escaped him before but that was from luck and help of others. Sirius im going to die!! Im gonna fail!" Then Harry's shadow smiled back at him and Harry felt something wrap around him.
A women's scream sounded the air. Mrs. Weasly? A high cold-pitch laugh followed it. Harry ran with Sirius by his side. I already lost Sirius I cant loose Mrs. Weasly. Harry kept running, faster and faster.
"DON'T LEAVE ME MRS.WEASLY PLEASE DON'T GO!!! I LOVE YOU LIKE A MOTHER DON'T GO! NOT YOU TOO!!"
"Harry? Harry!" Harry was being shaken to wake. Harry opened his eyes to see Mrs. Weasly's shiny and tear-stricken.
"Harry were you were having a bad dream?" Although Mrs. Weasly already knew the answer. Harry just looked into her eyes, knowing what he had just seen and knowing what she had just heard him yell and hugged her so tight and whispered,
"I love you…mom." Mrs. Weasly started to cry into Harry and squeezed him back, and Harry knew that he could now let out all of his anger and misery into her, because she loved him too. Please don't let me fail; please don't let my dreams come true. Harry knew that he has to get stronger, and this year at school he was going to give it everything that he's got, for the people he needs in his life, and for the people that need him.
Three and a half weeks to go Harry thought as he felt Mrs. Weasly's blouse get wet underneath his crying tears. First I need to get over Sirius's death or I can't move on and get stronger, so Harry decided that he needed to get everything out now cause after today there are no more wondering tears and no more pity and sympathy. He has to save himself and everyone around and he can't do it with distractions.
Harry doesn't know how long Mrs. Weasly and him sat together like this, but after it was over Harry felt a weight get lifted from his shoulders and determination rested within him.
"Goodnight Harry." Said Mrs. Weasly as she tucked him into bed. Ron was already sleeping, so Mrs. Weasly just went over and kissed him on the forehead and then left. As soon as Harry's head hit the pillow he was in a deep dead sleep with no dreams and no screaming in his ears.