Do They Know?

    Harry had never told anyone about his vision of Sirius in the hall a week ago, but had been haunted by his voice continuously. It wasn't as though Sirius was calling out to him, it was more of memories of things that Sirius had said when he was alive, but the strange thing was, he had never heard Sirius say these words before.

    Lupin had joined them in Headquarters last night, and was staying with them now. Though he was sure Lupin wanted to talk about the events that took place at the Department of Mysteries, Harry wasn't ready. Especially now that he had seen Sirius. Lately, he had felt something aching to burst out of him, but he didn't know what. He hadn't had any murderous feelings since he had killed Kreacher, but he didn't know what he needed.

    Ron, Hermione, Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley, Lupin and Tonks were present at dinner when Harry joined them. Fred and George were obviously working late again in their joke shop. '…and the Daily Prophet has been having a field day, even though it's been almost three months,' Mr. Weasley was telling everyone at the table when Harry walked in.

    'Oh, Harry dear,' Mrs. Weasley jumped to her feet when she saw him walk in. 'Good. Let's get dinner,'

    'What are we talking about?' Harry asked, sitting down.

    'We think the Daily Prophet are trying to unseat Fudge as Minister for Magic,' said Tonks. 'Hopefully we'll get someone more competent. Maybe Dumbledore will be the new Minister,'

    'I doubt that Dumbledore would leave Hogwarts for the Ministry of Magic,' Mr. Weasley shook his head. 'After all, he was offered the position before, and turned it down,'

    'I'm not so sure that unseating Fudge right now would be a good idea,' said Harry, earning strange looks all around. 'I mean, we just convinced him that Voldemort—' Everyone except him, Hermione and Lupin shuddered (it never failed to surprise him that he and Hermione, who were half-bloods and Muggle-born, were not afraid of Voldemort's name, when pure-bloods like the Weasleys couldn't bear it. Especially since Voldemort didn't intend to harm pure-bloods if he could help it), 'we just convinced him that Voldemort has returned,' he said firmly.

    'But we've already alerted the world of Voldemort's return,' said Mr. Weasley.

    Harry couldn't think of anything else to say, so he merely shrugged. Mrs. Weasley walked in carrying a platter of roast chicken.

    'I don't like this,' said Tonks suddenly. 'We haven't seen Kreacher in a week. He could be at the Malfoys, and with You-Know-Who. He knows too much about the Order,'

    'He's already told Voldemort everything he knows. Or at least Lucius Malfoy,' Harry replied glumly, remembering what Dumbledore told him last term.

    'How do you know that?' Ron asked, and Harry suddenly remembered that he hadn't told anyone about his talk with Dumbledore because he had been preoccupied with Sirius.

    'Oh, Dumbledore told me,' Harry told them. 'Kreacher ran away from Headquarters and told the Malfoys everything,'

    There was a sharp intake of breath all around him. 'It's okay,' said Lupin. 'Kreacher isn't the Secret-Keeper. They can't do anything even if they know where it is. It's Unplottable,'

    'Right,' Mrs. Weasley agreed shakily. 'And Dumbledore would never tell them.' At that moment, there was a screech from the window. Everyone turned to see an eagle eyeing them, a letter attached to its feet. Lupin crossed the room, and took it off. He opened the letter, and looked up.

    'It's from Sturgis Podmore. He's been hiding out in Hogwarts ever since he escaped from Azkaban,' he said. 'He says that the Dementors have been helping the Death Eaters escape too,'

    'How did the eagle find it's way to Grimmauld Place?' Hermione wanted to know. 'It's Unplottable,'

    'The Fidelus Charm only works on humans,' Lupin explained. 'It makes sense, or else the owls wouldn't be able to find its way to Hogwarts to deliver its letters,'

    While everyone around him talked about Fidelus Charms, and Sturgis Podmore, Harry was immersed in his thoughts about Sirius.

*

    Harry was writing something on a piece of paper when Lupin knocked on the door. 'It's open,' he called out.

    Lupin walked in, smiling apprehensively. 'Hi,' Harry greeted.

    'Hello,' Lupin nodded. 'What are you doing?'

    'Hmm? Oh, nothing. Just…doodling,' Harry said.

    'I see,' Lupin nodded. 'Listen Harry, I umm…'

    Harry looked up at him expectantly.

    'Listen, Sirius told me that he gave you his two-way mirror for Christmas, and now that he's…gone…I thought that maybe you would like this,' and he handed Harry the second half of the two-way mirror. 'It was—'

    'Sirius's, I know,' Harry said flatly. 'Thanks,' he took it and pocketed it. Lupin, obviously startled by Harry's lack of emotion, backed away.

    'Anyway, I think I'll—'

    'Wait,' Harry said sharply. Lupin waited. 'There's something I need to tell you,'

    'Oh?'

    'Yes. I've been having…visions,'

    Lupin frowned. 'Visions. You mean in your dreams? Are you practicing Occlumency before going to sleep every night?'

    'It's not in my dreams,' Harry shook his head, feeling guilty that he had neglected Occlumency altogether. 'I had a vision when I was awake,'

    'What about?'

    Harry took in a deep breath. 'Kreacher,' he admitted.

    'Really? Do you know where he is? Is he with Voldemort?'

    'No. He's been in the house the whole time,' said Harry. 'I—I—his head is in the shelf with his ancestors,'

    'How?' Lupin asked. 'Who…?' Realization dawned on him. 'Oh.'

    'There's something else. Last week, when I was helping the Weasleys clean out the living room, I saw…Sirius,'

    Lupin didn't seem to know what to say about this. 'Well,' he bit his lip. 'Harry, you suffered a severe loss in the Department of Mysteries, it would only be normal to ima—'

    'I'm not imagining Sirius!' Harry snapped. 'He was there!'

    'And what did he do?' Lupin asked skeptically.

    'Nothing,' Harry told him. 'He disappeared. But after that, I've been hearing him talking,'

    'About?'

    'I don't know,' Harry was frustrated now. 'I've never heard him say stuff like this before. But…' hew paused, 'but I remember one thing. He was telling someone about making Wormtail the Secret-Keeper.'

    The memory of his words washed over him. 'It would be perfect. Voldemort knows about the Marauders, right? He knows we're best friends. But he also knows that Peter is the worst wizard in the group. He wouldn't even think about him being the Secret-Keeper. I know you have misgivings, but just think about it…'

    'Secret-Keeper…' Lupin murmured. 'No, he didn't talk about that to me. I think that…' he stopped.

    'Yes?'

    'Nothing,' Lupin said hurriedly. 'I have to go,' and he turned around and headed for the door, and walked out. A few seconds later, Ron walked in.

    'Hey,' he greeted. 'What happened? Lupin wanted to know where my parents were,'

    'There have been some things going on,' Harry told him. 'I bet Lupin has gone to call a meeting for the Order,'

    Ron grinned.

    'Well, good thing we have these then,' he said, pulling out a pair of Extendable Ears.

    'Excellent!' Harry got off his bed. 'Let's go,'

    Sure enough, the door that guarded the room where meetings took place was locked tight. Harry and Ron placed the ends of their strings to their ears, and threw their Extendable Ears to the door.

    It was as though Lupin was talking right next to him. '…he killed Kreacher,'

    'Impossible,' Mrs. Weasley was saying. Ron shot him a horrified look, and Harry rolled his eyes. Kreacher was nothing but a menace that he was glad to be rid of.

    'Molly, he just admitted it to me in his room. But that's not why I called this meeting to order,'

    'Should Dumbledore be here?' asked Tonks.

    'We can fill him in later,' Lupin replied. 'What I have to say is of utmost importance. He's been imagining Sirius. He said he saw him last week,'

    'Hardly surprising,' Mr. Weasley said. 'He suffered a very big loss,'

    'Yes, but he's also been hearing things. Things Sirius said, I think. He heard Sirius talking to James about placing Peter as Secret-Keeper,'

    'How?' Tonks asked, sounding surprised.

    'I don't know,' Lupin answered. 'But I don't doubt that Dumbledore will,'

    'Fine,' Mrs. Weasley said. 'Arthur, you go and owl him now,'

    'Right, Molly,' Mr. Weasley agreed. There was a creak, and the sound of footsteps.

   'They're coming!' Ron whispered, taking the Extendable Ear off and stuffing it in his pocket. Harry did the same.

    They had gotten themselves to a safe distance when the door opened and Mr.Weasley walked out. 'Hello Harry, Ron,' he said. 'Excuse me,'

    They watched as he went for Error, the family owl, and took a piece of parchment and started writing.

    'Harry dear, would you like some food?' Mrs. Weasley asked.

    'Oh, no thanks,' Harry said. To escape their stares, he went back up to his room.

*

    He could see them surrounding him in their lair. He didn't know where he was, all he knew was that he was Voldemort. 'How goes the task?' he was asking.

    Lucius Malfoy was before him, breathing hard, signaling his fear. 'We haven't found the it yet, my Lord,' he was saying.  Surprisingly, Harry wasn't angry.

    'Very well,' he said. 'Keep looking. As soon as I have it in my hands, I will be invincible. And Harry Potter will never be a problem to me again. Where have you searched?'

    'I—I was trapped in Azkaban this whole time, My Lord. I haven't had enough time. We are all still searching England,'

    'And what has Bellatrix been doing?' Harry asked.

    'Torture,' spoke another Death Eater. 'She thinks that there might be some wizards who know the location. Loraina Young is her latest victim,'

    'Very well, very well,' Harry was saying. 'But be warned, I want information before the start of the term in Hogwarts. If there is nothing of value…' he trailed off, leaving it to the Death Eaters morbid imagination.

    'Yes, My Lord,' said Malfoy. 'We will know more about the—' But the scene was shifting. Harry wanted to stay, wanted to know what it was that Voldemort was searching for this time. But he had no control over this. And suddenly, Sirius was in front of him.

    'James, I know that you have misgivings…'

    'Yes, I do,' said Harry. 'Sirius, putting Peter as the Secret-Keeper? What are you thinking?'

    'Listen to me,' said Sirius. 'Peter will be perfect. Like I told you, Voldemort knows about the Marauders, someone has been telling him about you and Frank, remember? He knows that we're best friends. He also knows that we're the strongest in our team, so he would think of me as the Secret-Keeper. But if we made Peter the Secret-Keeper, then Voldemort would go after me,'

    'And what? Kill you? Do you really want to die?'

    'We have no choice,' Sirius said. 'Voldemort will come after me no matter what. I'll go into hiding, don't worry. But this would be the perfect bluff. While Voldemort is occupied with me, you'll be perfectly safe,'

     Harry was silent. 'Think about it, James. Think about Lily. Think about Harry,'

    'I still don't like this idea,'

    'Neither do I, but we don't have a choice,'

    'Well, it might not even be me. I mean, as you said, Frank and Alice have a child too. And the prophecy could mean their child,'

    'Nautile Longbottom or something like that, yes. But if your family is under suspicion, that's not good. Dumbledore seems to suspect that Voldemort will be after you too, and Dumbledore is usually right,'

    'Fine,' Harry said finally. 'Fine. Let's do it. Should we tell Dumbledore,'

    'I don't think so,' Sirius said. Harry stared at him.

    'You suspect Dumbledore, don't you?' he blurted.

    'No!' Sirius laughed. 'Well…'

    'Sirius, that is so sick. If you can't trust Dumbledore, then you can't trust anyone,'

    Sirius gazed at him fondly. 'I trust you,' he said softly. Harry stopped. 'James…'

    'Sirius, I…' Harry's voice had gone soft. Sirius leaned down (James was sitting on the couch, Sirius standing before him, in the living room), but paused when his face was close. They were close enough to feel the heat of each other's breath. Harry felt a sudden urge to lock his lips with Sirius's moist ones. Sirius leaned in just a little closer, barely an inch. Then he backed away.

    'No,' Harry protested. He placed his hand on Sirius's shoulder, and it struck him just how beautiful his dead godfather was. Sirius leaned in close again, and they locked lips. 'Mmph,' Harry moaned into Sirius's mouth. Sirius was kissing him again. And again. His hands were moving down to his pants. It fumbled before opening his zipper, and Harry's stiff cock flew out. It was bigger than before, and harder than he ever remembered it being.

    Sirius's strong hands wrapped itself around his cock. 'Ohh, James…' he moaned, kissing him even harder, more passionately. Harry's lips felt bruised. Sirius was stroking him…stroking. Stroking. Stroking. Stroking. Stroking.

    'Oh, God!' Harry moaned, pulling away from Sirius's mouth.

    And he woke up.

    But the memory stayed with him. In his boxers, his cock was throbbing, and grinding against the sheets, and with a soft moan, he threw his head back and shot his load. He wanted to close his eyes, return to the hot scene between Sirius and him…or more appropriately, Sirius and his father, James. 'Oh, God,' Harry whispered. His underwear was sticking to his groin and legs.

*

    The next day, Harry went down and was surprised to see Albus Dumbledore sitting at the table with Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and Lupin. They looked up as he came up to them. 'Ah, Harry,' Dumbledore smiled. 'Remus here was just telling me about your visions,'

    'What?' Harry nearly jumped out of his skin, thinking back to the dream he had had about his father and Sirius.

     'Your vision,' Lupin repeated. 'About seeing Sirius in the living room? And Kreacher? And hearing Sirius?'

    'Oh, right,' Harry was up to speed now. 'Yeah,'

    'Have you had anymore of these, Harry?' Dumbledore asked concernedly.

    'Um…' Harry was tempted to say no, but nodded instead.

    'Tell me about it,'

    'Well…' Harry started, sitting down. 'I dreamt about Sirius and my dad. My dad was sitting on a couch, and Sirius was talking to him. About making Peter the Secret-Keeper,'

    'You saw this?' Dumbeldore questioned.

    'Yes,' Harry nodded. 'I heard Sirius saying it before, but this time, I saw it,'

    'Anything else?'

    'N—wait, yes. I—I dreamt about Voldemort,' said Harry, as the Weasleys flinched. 'He was talking to the Death Eaters. He's waiting for them to find something for him,'

    'And where did you see this?' Dumbledore inquired.

    'Oh, I was asleep,'

    'No, Harry, he means what was your point-of-view,' said Mr. Weasley.

    'Oh, I was Voldemort,' The Weasleys flinched again.

    'And what about your dream about Sirius and James?'

    'I was my dad,' Harry admitted. Dumbledore nodded.

    'Well, I have a theory,' he said. 'For some reason, I think that you are…slipping in time,'

    'What do you mean?' Harry asked, nonplussed.

    'I mean that you are reliving the things of the past. Except that instead of James, you're in his place instead. Have you seen anyone besides Sirius? Or heard anyone except for him?'

    Harry thought back. 'No,' he said.

    'I thought not,' Dumbledore agreed. 'You're suffering from the trauma of losing Sirius, so you are blocking everyone else when you slip into the past. Even if they are there, you can't see them. You can't see anyone except for Sirius,'

    'But why?' Harry asked. 'I haven't done this to anyone else,'

    'You, Harry, are a very special person,' said Dumbledore. 'This is your way of commemorating the death of someone you love. You had no connection to Mr. Diggory, and you never knew your parents. Sirius was the person you were closest to, and your mind and your body are working together to hang on to him,'

    'And how long will this keep happening to me?'

    'As long as your mind sees fit. When you are over the loss of Sirius, when it doesn't hurt so much, then you will stop,' Dumbledore said. 'Of course, this is merely a theory,'

    But even though Dumbeldore said he was unsure, Harry had the feeling that the headmaster knew exactly what he was talking about.

*

    That night, Harry had completed his writing, and was looking over it. He didn't know what had driven him to write the poem, but he had.

They don't know what I don't reveal to them They don't know all the things I hide

Why would they care if I am damned

Why would they care for all I've cried?

Behind these doors, it's where all the sores

On my skin and on my soul become known

They don't care about the things I don't share

They don't know about the life I've thrown

They're the ones so desperate to see me

So eager to be a part of my life

They don't know how loud I scream

When I am alone and out of sight

They don't know what I have lost

They don't realize all the things I've let go

Normalcy and I have never crossed

All the things I've done, do they know?

-'Do They Know?'

(A song written by me)

A/N: I hope you liked it. Sorry about the delay. I wrote this song yesterday, and I immediately thought about Harry after Sirius fell into the veil. I thought it was so perfect, but I want your opinion. Please?

Discalimer: I don't own any of the characters, only the plot. It all belongs to JK Rowling. Thank you.