Harry Potter and The Curse of Revenge

Chapter 2

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Author note: Thanks for the reviews. Also thanks to my friend Hannio for giving me some ideas!

Chapter 2

Harry sat on his bed crying. The tears seemed to continue for a long time. Remus had felt like how Harry was feeling. He felt Harry's pain. Harry clenched the letter to his heart and wiped away his tears from his face. He knew what Remus had said about his parents and Sirius wanting them to continue their life was true, but how could he? How could he do that when he felt this immense pain shooting from his heart to his head, to every part of his body. He didn't think that he could ever smile again or even joke around with Ron or Fred and George.

Taking deep breaths, Harry calmed himself down. He reached over to his bedside table and placed the letter from Remus on the table. He then took a glass of water and took several rather large gulps of the water to calm himself down.

Harry knew what he had to do, he knew that he had to defeat Voldemort, he knew that it was his job and only his job to do so but at this particular moment, he didn't want to think about that. He knew that he should be preparing himself mentally for what was to come, but he just could not.  He also knew that everyone wanted him to go back to number 12 Grimmauld Place, where the rest of the Order were staying but Harry had not made up his mind. He didn't want to go for obvious reasons but then again he needed to be with Ron and Hermione, Mrs Weasley, he needed to be with the people who loved him, instead of being stuck at Privet Drive, alone.

But number 12 reminded Harry of Sirius. Harry shut his eyes and tried to clear his mind, he didn't want to think about anything or anyone at this moment.

The sky had grown darker outside. Harry had not realised that he has been sitting in his tiny bedroom all day. The sun was setting behind the identical houses of Privet Drive. The sky was filled with reds and purples and tiny gleaming stars had started to sparkle in the dusky evening sky.

Harry continued to sit on his bed, his head in his hands and looking down at the old carpet.

Something was pecking his cheek. Harry opened his eyes and found Pig, Ron's owl next to him.

"Hey Pig", muttered Harry as he took the letter from Pigs legs.

Pig pecked him again on his cheek and then flew around Harry's room excitedly as if he was doing a lap of honour. He then joined Hedwig in her cage for a sip of water.

Harry rolled out the letter, it was from Ron.

Hello Harry

How you doing mate? Hope your feeling okay. I'm stuck you know where, I'm really really bored. Mum had us cleaning again, like we didn't to enough last summer. How are the muggles treating you? Remember you can get Moody or Tonks to come down and sort them out for you. I know Tonks would love to do that for you!

Hermione was here before but she's gone home to see her parents for two weeks so I'm extra bored.  Fred and George have joined you know what and they're being complete idiot about it. Ginny and me keep asking them about stuff but they wont tell us.

Listen Harry the real reason I wrote to you was because I wanted to tell you that I'm here for you mate. If you need to talk or anything, if you need me at anytime of the day, just send Hedwig or yet I'll come down to the muggle and I'll stay with you for the rest of the summer. And if the fat muggles don't let me stay, ill camp out in Figgys garden. Listen I'll even go back to Hogwarts to get that car and I'll come and see you. You are not alone in this; you have me and Hermione at your side.

But listen Harry, as much as I want to come and see you, I think it would be better if you came you know where. You need to get out of the muggle place; it's going to drive you crazy. You need to be here with us.  In know this is the last place you want to be but look at it this way, at least you'll be with people who care about you.

Think about it and let me know.

Remember you're my best mate and we sick together.

Ron

Harry read the letter and almost smiled at Ron's indignation on his behalf. Harry ran his hands through his black hair. What was he going to do? As much as he wanted to leave Privet Drive, he didn't want to go back to that place.  He wanted Ron to be with him but he knew that was impossible. He could see the expressions on his aunt and uncle faces when he told then that a friend from his school was going to stay over.  And staying over at Mrs Figgs, well he didn't really know about that but he did not think that Mrs Weasley or Dumbledore would approve of that idea. He could always go to…… but did he really want to go back there? All those memories that would come back to haunt him if he went back but on the other hand Remus would be there as would all the people from the Order that he loved. He liked to be with them instead of being by himself.

Harry shook his head, he was in two minds. He wished someone could just make his mind up for him.

A small taping noise startled Harry.  He looked around at his door, thinking that the Dursleys had come back early. Then Harry realized that the tapping noise was coming from the window.  It couldn't be an owl, the owls usually flew straight in.

Harry got up from his bed and went to the window.  There was nothing there. He heard the noise again but there was nothing.

"Oi Harry" came a voice.

Harry scrunched up his face and stopped dead. He knew that voice, he knew that voice very well but what was it doing here?

"Ron" he asked uncertainly.

"Over here mate" came the voice.

Harry looked out of his window but this time looked towards the grass. It was Ron, in mid air.

Harry blinked.

Ron wasn't flying; he was riding an old motorbike.

"Ron?" he asked again

"Harry don't just stand there. Come down and open the bloody door, its boiling out here"

Harry looked at him and ran downstairs to open the front door.

There in the dusky evening sun stood Ron Weasley. He looked taller and more freakily than ever. He gave Harry a clap on his shoulder.

"How you doing mate?"

Harry stared at him, his mouth opened in surprise. Ron at Privet Drive?

"Ron" he struggled

"What you doing here?"

Ron smiled at him and invited himself in to the house.

"Well you know how Pig gets excited, so I thought that he might mess up, so I came myself to make sure that you got my letter"

Ron looked around the hallway.

"This place hasn't changed much has it?"

Harry shook his head, still not believing that Ron was with him at number 4. Ron looked around the hallway again, taking in the immense cleanliness of the place. He then turned to Harry who still looked shocked.

"What did you come in?" he finally asked.

Ron smiled mischievously.

"Oh that thing?" he asked his smile now very wide and unmistakably like two infamous identical twins.

"I found it"

"You what? Where" spat Harry, now also smiling.

"Well it was lying around in the attic at number 12. It was hidden away but I found it when I was really bored. I thought I'd better use it. The owner would have killed me if I hadn't"

Harry looked out at the rusty old motorbike. Ron looked at him

"Cool" exclaimed Harry.

"Do you know whom it belonged to?" asked Ron

"Who?" replied Harry? He had a slight suspicion but he wanted Ron to tell him.

"Sirius"

"NO WAY seriously?"  Asked Harry looking at the old motorbike in awe.

"Yeah its his. It has his initials on the seat. He probably kept it there. It looked as if he hadn't used it in years"

Harry nodded his head, feeling quite strange. Ron was there and Harry had smiled. Harry had not smiled since June and also Ron had mentioned Sirius's name and Harry's heart had not broken up in to pieces.

Harry turned back and smiled at Ron.

"Does your mum know that you're here with that?" he asked pointing at the bike.

Ron's mischievous smile turned into a horrified look.

"Hell no! She'd kill me" Ron quickly looked at his watch.

"Saying that we better get a move on, we have to get back before she finds out"

"We?" asked Harry looking surprised.

"Yeah, we mate, get your stuff together so we can get out of here, quick before my mother kills me" said Ron, now nervously looking at his watch.

Harry looked down at his feet.

"Ron, I don't know if I can….. You know…"

Ron shook his head.

"Harry, mate, listen I've come to take you away. You can't stay here; you need to come back to London. Come on Harry. Do you want to be here or with Hermione and me down in London?" demanded Ron

Harry bit his lip and looked up at Ron. He did have a point, he didn't want to be stuck here, he would rather be with Ron and Hermione, his two best friends.

"Come on Harry" urged Ron "Come on mate. I know that place has errm memories and all that but at least the three of us will be together"

Harry looked out at the motorbike. It would be fun to go on that and Sirius would have killed Harry him if he had never gone with Ron and taken a risk.

Harry smiled at Ron

"You have to help me pack though"

Ron's frown turned into a humongous smile.

"Course mate, lets do it quick"

Ron pushed the front door to close and followed Harry upstairs to his room.

"So bloody clean" muttered Ron as he climbed the stairs "Wonder if she'd clean number 12 for us"

The two boys quickly gathered Harry's belongings and threw them into his trunk.  As Harry reached his schoolbooks, he felt a pang in his heart. Was he doing the right thing?  Should he be escaping to London when Voldemort was after him, should he leave without the Orders permission, without Dumbledore's permission?

Harry looked over at his best friend who was packing at an extraordinary rate, he did come and get me thought Harry, the least I can do is go with him.

Harry nodded at himself. He would go; he would be with the Order so it wouldn't be like he was running away somewhere dangerous.

"Hurry up" said Ron

About 10 minutes later, the two boys carried Harry's trunk downstairs. Ron went and attached it to the motorbike with some string.

"Err Ron, how is that going to hold the trunk? The trunks really heavy"

Ron turned around and again smiled mischievously at him.

"Its magic string. Well it's from Fred and Georges joke shop. They bewitched some string so that they could carry boxes of stock to their shop. I simply borrowed it"

Said Ron who emphasised the word borrowed.

Harry laughed and wondered how much influence Fred and George had had on Ron over the summer.

"Ready?" asked Ron

"One sec" Harry stuck the note that he has been holding on too the kitchen fridge. It was a note to the Dursleys telling them that he had gone to his friends for the summer.

"Come on" yelled Ron

Harry returned to the front door, locking it and pushing the key through the letterbox.

"Ready" asked Ron who was already sitting on the motorbike.

"Yeah" replied Harry, who sat behind him, clutching the sides of the motorbike.

Ron pressed a button on the front of the motorbike and before Harry knew it, they were flying over number 4 Privet Drive. A thought suddenly occurred to Harry.

"Ron" he yelled over the rumbling sound of the old motorbike.

"What" Ron yelled over his shoulder.

"What if we get seen by some muggles?"

Harry herd Ron laugh in front of him.

"We wont" Ron yelled as loudly as he could. The bike was making a lot of rumbling noises.

"Its night time so we'll be disguised and also when they look up, we'll just look like some weird bird. We're too high up to notice"

Harry heart relaxed. The last thing he needed was to be spotted by any muggles or worse by Death Eaters.

They flew over the countryside and into the city in no time. Harry remembered that it took them longer last year when he was on his broom. But then Moody was leading and he distinctly remembered Moody saying something about flying over Greenland.

The motorbike slowed down and touched the ground.

"Ok Harry, we have to be really quiet, I don't want Mum seeing us or she'll have my head"

Harry let out a small chuckle. He remembered Mrs Weasley's temper all too well.

They entered the great battered old doors of number 12 as quietly as they could.

The light was not on in the hallway so Harry and Ron had to be extra careful.

Harry thought that they had made it to the stairs when Ron whispered

"I've found the banister".

Suddenly the light switched on.

There stood Mrs Weasley in front of them.

"RONALD WEASLEY YOU BETTER HAVE A GOOD EXPLANATION"