Disclaimer: starts singing and dancing. I don't own em! Oh no! Not me.
Harry Potter does not belong to me. Oh yes, it's true. I write for the
pleasure of me and you. I gots me that feathered quill. expect more
chapters soon. Reviews feed the soul.
Chapter 6:
"Harry!" Remus coughed as he picked himself and Harry off the floor and out of the offending air.
'He looks older,' Harry thought, 'too old- too soon.'
Remus clasped his hand on Harry's shoulder, "Come on Harry, everyone is waiting downstairs."
'He seems preoccupied, he didn't even say hello,' Harry mused. 'He blames me for Sirius. I deserve it.'
Remus lead Harry down the hall catching up with Ron who was desperately trying to draw the curtains over one of many screaming portraits.
"She won't stop shouting!" cried Ron. "It's worse than the time she found out that Snape was a member of the Order."
Remus laughed, "she's like that. Bloody crazy cow."
Ron grinned back at the werewolf.
For a moment Harry felt left out of the joke- he wasn't here all summer with friends. Instead he was abandoned at the Dursley's with no one to comfort him about Sirius, and now he was rescued and put into his godfather's prison- a prison of his own where everything reminded of him.
When the three finally silenced the wall of screeching portraits, they entered the dining room where Molly Weasley had prepared enough food for the Order members wandering around Number 12 Grimmauld Place, yet none were idle enough to sit and enjoy the food and the kitchen became a hectic place where Order members rushed in and out. Molly gave Harry a quick hug and quickly went back to work, excusing herself to get Arthur something to eat before his shift guarding certain rooms in the Ministry of Magic. Harry suddenly didn't feel very hungry anymore and spent lunch pushing his food around his plate as Ron chatted merrily with Remus, the twins, and Ginny.
"Harry, you've been pretty quiet," said George troubled that Harry hadn't laughed after Ron was tricked into eating a meatball that made him grow a neck of a giraffe.
"I guess I'm just tired" Harry lied, then pushed his plate away from him and stalked out of the room.
He had to get away from everyone. How could they go on surviving while he had to fight each day with the guilt he carried. Harry could hear Ron call after him; he had to go somewhere where Ron wouldn't look for him. The library upstairs that he had helped to de-boggart last year would suit him fine.
Harry collapsed into a huge plush dusty chair and surveyed the titles in front of him. It was a wonder that this room wasn't forbidden with the number of books on the dark arts. Bookshelves lined with dark potions, charms and curses lined the walls. Harry needed to get him mind off of Sirius. He ran his hands along the spines of the book and stopped at random. Pulling out the book, Harry began to read.
When Remus found him an hour later, his cheeks were tear stained and he had passed out in a dusty chair still covered in a white sheet, the book still in his lap.
Chapter 6:
"Harry!" Remus coughed as he picked himself and Harry off the floor and out of the offending air.
'He looks older,' Harry thought, 'too old- too soon.'
Remus clasped his hand on Harry's shoulder, "Come on Harry, everyone is waiting downstairs."
'He seems preoccupied, he didn't even say hello,' Harry mused. 'He blames me for Sirius. I deserve it.'
Remus lead Harry down the hall catching up with Ron who was desperately trying to draw the curtains over one of many screaming portraits.
"She won't stop shouting!" cried Ron. "It's worse than the time she found out that Snape was a member of the Order."
Remus laughed, "she's like that. Bloody crazy cow."
Ron grinned back at the werewolf.
For a moment Harry felt left out of the joke- he wasn't here all summer with friends. Instead he was abandoned at the Dursley's with no one to comfort him about Sirius, and now he was rescued and put into his godfather's prison- a prison of his own where everything reminded of him.
When the three finally silenced the wall of screeching portraits, they entered the dining room where Molly Weasley had prepared enough food for the Order members wandering around Number 12 Grimmauld Place, yet none were idle enough to sit and enjoy the food and the kitchen became a hectic place where Order members rushed in and out. Molly gave Harry a quick hug and quickly went back to work, excusing herself to get Arthur something to eat before his shift guarding certain rooms in the Ministry of Magic. Harry suddenly didn't feel very hungry anymore and spent lunch pushing his food around his plate as Ron chatted merrily with Remus, the twins, and Ginny.
"Harry, you've been pretty quiet," said George troubled that Harry hadn't laughed after Ron was tricked into eating a meatball that made him grow a neck of a giraffe.
"I guess I'm just tired" Harry lied, then pushed his plate away from him and stalked out of the room.
He had to get away from everyone. How could they go on surviving while he had to fight each day with the guilt he carried. Harry could hear Ron call after him; he had to go somewhere where Ron wouldn't look for him. The library upstairs that he had helped to de-boggart last year would suit him fine.
Harry collapsed into a huge plush dusty chair and surveyed the titles in front of him. It was a wonder that this room wasn't forbidden with the number of books on the dark arts. Bookshelves lined with dark potions, charms and curses lined the walls. Harry needed to get him mind off of Sirius. He ran his hands along the spines of the book and stopped at random. Pulling out the book, Harry began to read.
When Remus found him an hour later, his cheeks were tear stained and he had passed out in a dusty chair still covered in a white sheet, the book still in his lap.