Chapter Six:
"It happened so fast. I...I didn't even have time to react. Oh, this is all my fault! What kind of terrible person would-"
"Remus..."
"-never going to forgive myself for this. I should be banned from-"
"Remus, listen to me."
"-lost him. Might as well have handed him over to a Dementor. I cannot believe what I've
just-"
"REMUS!" Dumbledore stood up from his desk. Papers fluttered everywhere from the
strong wind that had suddenly appeared.
"Remus, it is far from you fault." Dumbledore's voice returned to its normal volume and
the gust of wind ceased.
Remus sighed, "What now, Albus?"
* * * * * * * * * *
Harry sputtered and coughed, wiping soot out of his eyes. He found his glasses on the
floor next to his feet, thankfully still in one piece.
"Er...Hello? Ron? Ginny?" the house seemed deserted.
"Mrs.Weasely...?" Harry's voice echoed up the stairs. "I need to get out of here. Remus
will be here any second."
Harry ran back to the fireplace and took a handful of the Floo Powder sitting in an old,
cracked flower pot. "Diagon Alley!"
After a few moments of reduced visibility and oxygen supply, Harry stood inside the
Leaky Cauldron. No one took notice of the scraggly-looking boy entering through the fireplace.
Harry made his way towards the door leading up to Diagon Alley. After tapping the bricks in the
right order he went to Gringotts to retrieve money from his vault. He emerged from the bank half
an hour later with a few Galleons, but mostly muggle money.
"Shit!" Harry looked down at his watch and saw that it had already been nearly 50 minutes
since his disappearance from Mrs. Figg's house. The entire Order could be looking for him
anywhere.
He decided to skip his planned stop for a Butterbeer and left Diagon Alley. Walking out of
the door of The Leaky Cauldron, Harry smiled to himself. The sun was still shining brightly in
Muggle London.
*And now summer really begins.*
He felt free from the world that held him captive for years. He could finally get away from
his fame, at least for a day or two. Little did Harry know it would be quite a while before his
return back to the Wizarding World.
* * * * * * * * * *
Remus laid in his bed, staring at the milk-white ceiling of his bedroom in Grimmauld
Place. A candle just recently extinguished sat on the table beside his bed, wax slowly dripped
onto the surface of the table. His eyes were closed but his mind was still fully awake, replaying
this morning's disaster. Immediately after Harry had flooed away, Remus ran into the kitchen to
tell Arabella what had happened. It took a while for Remus to get his words out because of his
panic, but once he had Arabella grabbed him by the wrist and ran back to the living room.
Shoving a fistful of Floo Powder into Remus's hand, she told him to go to the Burrow to see if
he could bring Harry back. She herself would retrieve Dumbledore.
By the time Remus arrived at the Burrow Harry had gone.
*If only the Weasley's weren't vacationing in Romania. They wouldn't let him leave.*
*If only Dumbledore hadn't given Figg that bag of Floo Powder*
*Why would a Squib need Floo Powder anyway?*
What if's, How's, and Why's flowed through Remus's troubled mind as he drifted off into
an uneasy sleep. Two floors below him an ancient wizard sat in the kitchen, drumming his
gnarled fingers on the counter. A phoenix appeared by his side and affectionately rubbed up
against his arm. He would not fail Harry Potter again.
*Assuming of course that it is not yet too late.*
A/N:
Woo hoo! More reviews!Thanks to everyone. I was afraid I'd hit writer's block but the reviews urged me to continue and I've done so. And I really don't mind criticism at all. It'll come off as an improvement to my writing in the long run. In the next chapter there's a new character introduced. One of my own fairly new creations. I don't know a lot about them yet. But they're based on someone I see around the halls in school...and er...no, it isn't a romance because this character is a guy. Right, well that's enough of a hint for you. (mwahaha) I hope my grammer is ok. I really lack in the field of editing skills. If that hasn't become apparent yet then I'm surprised. Oh, one more thing. I'm typing this in Word and uploading in Notebook so I'm sorry if the formatting is off. For some reason it won't let me italicize in NOtebook so everyone's inner thoughts are *between the two star-thingies* That is if you haven't figured that out yet...hmm 'nuff about my boring ramblings now.
Wait no- not done. (sinister laugh) I guess since everyone thinks Harry is PMSING I'm capturing enough of his anger...tee hee! Ok, NOW I'm done. Really. I am.
"It happened so fast. I...I didn't even have time to react. Oh, this is all my fault! What kind of terrible person would-"
"Remus..."
"-never going to forgive myself for this. I should be banned from-"
"Remus, listen to me."
"-lost him. Might as well have handed him over to a Dementor. I cannot believe what I've
just-"
"REMUS!" Dumbledore stood up from his desk. Papers fluttered everywhere from the
strong wind that had suddenly appeared.
"Remus, it is far from you fault." Dumbledore's voice returned to its normal volume and
the gust of wind ceased.
Remus sighed, "What now, Albus?"
* * * * * * * * * *
Harry sputtered and coughed, wiping soot out of his eyes. He found his glasses on the
floor next to his feet, thankfully still in one piece.
"Er...Hello? Ron? Ginny?" the house seemed deserted.
"Mrs.Weasely...?" Harry's voice echoed up the stairs. "I need to get out of here. Remus
will be here any second."
Harry ran back to the fireplace and took a handful of the Floo Powder sitting in an old,
cracked flower pot. "Diagon Alley!"
After a few moments of reduced visibility and oxygen supply, Harry stood inside the
Leaky Cauldron. No one took notice of the scraggly-looking boy entering through the fireplace.
Harry made his way towards the door leading up to Diagon Alley. After tapping the bricks in the
right order he went to Gringotts to retrieve money from his vault. He emerged from the bank half
an hour later with a few Galleons, but mostly muggle money.
"Shit!" Harry looked down at his watch and saw that it had already been nearly 50 minutes
since his disappearance from Mrs. Figg's house. The entire Order could be looking for him
anywhere.
He decided to skip his planned stop for a Butterbeer and left Diagon Alley. Walking out of
the door of The Leaky Cauldron, Harry smiled to himself. The sun was still shining brightly in
Muggle London.
*And now summer really begins.*
He felt free from the world that held him captive for years. He could finally get away from
his fame, at least for a day or two. Little did Harry know it would be quite a while before his
return back to the Wizarding World.
* * * * * * * * * *
Remus laid in his bed, staring at the milk-white ceiling of his bedroom in Grimmauld
Place. A candle just recently extinguished sat on the table beside his bed, wax slowly dripped
onto the surface of the table. His eyes were closed but his mind was still fully awake, replaying
this morning's disaster. Immediately after Harry had flooed away, Remus ran into the kitchen to
tell Arabella what had happened. It took a while for Remus to get his words out because of his
panic, but once he had Arabella grabbed him by the wrist and ran back to the living room.
Shoving a fistful of Floo Powder into Remus's hand, she told him to go to the Burrow to see if
he could bring Harry back. She herself would retrieve Dumbledore.
By the time Remus arrived at the Burrow Harry had gone.
*If only the Weasley's weren't vacationing in Romania. They wouldn't let him leave.*
*If only Dumbledore hadn't given Figg that bag of Floo Powder*
*Why would a Squib need Floo Powder anyway?*
What if's, How's, and Why's flowed through Remus's troubled mind as he drifted off into
an uneasy sleep. Two floors below him an ancient wizard sat in the kitchen, drumming his
gnarled fingers on the counter. A phoenix appeared by his side and affectionately rubbed up
against his arm. He would not fail Harry Potter again.
*Assuming of course that it is not yet too late.*
A/N:
Woo hoo! More reviews!Thanks to everyone. I was afraid I'd hit writer's block but the reviews urged me to continue and I've done so. And I really don't mind criticism at all. It'll come off as an improvement to my writing in the long run. In the next chapter there's a new character introduced. One of my own fairly new creations. I don't know a lot about them yet. But they're based on someone I see around the halls in school...and er...no, it isn't a romance because this character is a guy. Right, well that's enough of a hint for you. (mwahaha) I hope my grammer is ok. I really lack in the field of editing skills. If that hasn't become apparent yet then I'm surprised. Oh, one more thing. I'm typing this in Word and uploading in Notebook so I'm sorry if the formatting is off. For some reason it won't let me italicize in NOtebook so everyone's inner thoughts are *between the two star-thingies* That is if you haven't figured that out yet...hmm 'nuff about my boring ramblings now.
Wait no- not done. (sinister laugh) I guess since everyone thinks Harry is PMSING I'm capturing enough of his anger...tee hee! Ok, NOW I'm done. Really. I am.