Disclaimer: See part one.
Author's note: Thank you for the reviews.
Harry looked up at the black dog's large head and more importantly its very large teeth.
"Sirius?" Harry asked uncertain and a little scared if it wasn't. His fears were for nothing for the big dog nodded its giant head.
"What are you doing here?" Harry asked looking around to make sure they were alone; they were. "You can change there's no one around."
The black dog changed into the form of a man before Harry's eyes. Harry sat up and Sirius sat next to him.
"How are you doing Harry?" Sirius asked. Harry looked up at his Godfather; he looked better then the last time Harry saw him. His eyes had a warmer look about then, however they had still not lost there haunted look that he had received from 12 years in Azkaban, the wizardry prison.
"Better," Harry said looking back at the lake. Sirius placed a hand on his shoulder and Harry smiled. It was amazing how much better Sirius's simple gesture made him feel.
"I'm still getting the nightmares." Harry felt that he could tell Sirius anything.
"I'm here to see Dumbledore and I saw you down here, why aren't you in class?" Sirius asked looking out at the lake as well.
"I didn't want to face them yet." Harry stated looking down at his hand. Sirius noticed this and saw the red mark. He reached out and grabbed his hand. Harry mentally kicked himself; he was so easy to read.
"What did you do?" Sirius said looking closely at his Godson's hand. "Looks like you burnt your hand."
"I did," was all Harry said.
"Harry, you can tell me anything," Sirius announced to the younger man.
"Something doesn't feel right," Harry said after some hesitation. "I know Voldemort is up to something I just don't know what."
Harry stood picking up a rock and threw it as hard as he could out into the lake, he watched as it arched up then dropped landing a few metres out. There was a splash and ripples then everything was quiet again.
"Harry you can't always be the hero." Sirius told him.
"I know," Harry sighed and sat back down. "But every one expects it of me."
Harry bowed his head.
"Harry," Sirius waited for his Godson to look up before continuing; it took awhile before Harry looked up at Sirius. "Everyone's destinies are set out before them, but it is still your choice to take that path or not. As Voldemort gathers power we are also gathering people and powers to fight him we will fight him Harry, to the end. You are not alone in this fight, I will always be by your side." Sirius reached over and grabbed his shoulder, "Always."
Sirius stood and looked down at Harry. "I just hope you make the right decision."
Sirius turned again into the black dog he then nudged Harry with his head then headed up to the school. Harry sat there for another hour then stood and walked up to the school.
Harry was on the seconded floor when he noticed a door he had never seen before. He walked over to it as if drawn to it, he reached out a shanking hand and grabbed the door handle and turned it. It opened smoothly; Harry pushed the door open and took a step forward.
It looked like a normal class room over looking the Hogwarts grounds however there was one difference, there was a layer of dust an inch deep over the entire classroom. To Harry it looked like the room hadn't been used in years or even longer.
There was a loud bang and Harry turned to see the door had closed behind him. He grabbed the door handle and found it locked. Harry started to panic; he pulled out his wand.
"Alohomora!" The door still didn't open.
"That won't work," growled something behind him, Harry slowly turned and what he saw made him back up right into the closed door behind him. He stood there in shock, unable to move. He couldn't believe what he was looking at.
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