Chapter thirteen 5/12/04
"Anyways, when I got off the lift, I ran towards the Telephone Box, but the Death Eaters were behind me again so I dove behind the statutes at the Fountain."
"Smart thinking Harry," Dumbledore said, smiling with a twinkle.
"Yeah, and the Death Eaters were attacking again, and Lucius Malfoy apparated behind me and he asked for the Prophecy. I said no again, and did Impedimenta hex on him and ran towards the Box again. Only this time, Voldemort came . . . I had ran into him, literally," Harry winced at the memory. "He had accio'ed the Prophecy--" everyone did an sharp intake. "I did say not to interrupt me. But before he had a firm grip on it, I accio'ed it back and dueled with him for awhile and did a reducto at the chandelier above him. You can imagine that it came crashing on him," Harry snickered at the rememberance. Whereas everyone stared at him, terrified at the thought of crashing the chandelier on one of the Darkest Lord of all time. Professor Snape's face was the most priceless, as he had the face of shock, smug, and fear into one. "Anyways, I finally got to the Box and Voldemort wasn't exactly happy and he ordered the Death Eaters to come and get me. Of course, I was hoping that they wouldn't be waiting for me at the top. But I was wrong..."
Everyone groaned a little. Seeing that Harry had kept running into Death Eaters. Harry hesitated a little, remembering the Cruciatus Curse on Bellatrix. Dumbledore looked at him with a questioning face. Again, Harry hoped that he couldn't read minds. Everyone looked at him, waiting forhim to continue, wondering what made him hesitate in continuing the story. Should he tell them or not? Well, they all deserve to know, and I'm sure they wouldn't dare to try and put him in Azkaban . . . would they?
"Er--" Harry stratched the back of his neck, wondering how to phrase it. "Well, I saw Lucius and Bellatrix waiting there for me. I, again got Lucius, stunned him. Which, which left me and Bellatrix dueling for awhile. . ." Harry looked away. He couldn't say it at all!
"What happened in your duel with her?" Sirius demanded, wondering what his cousin had done to him.
"Guys, I kinda went mad, I didn't know what I was thinking, I don't know what caused me to--" Harry really couldn't continue. Why couldn't he say it?
"Caused you to what?" Ron asked, staring at his best friend. Harry looked to Dumbledore, agitated, his stomach in nine twisting knots. "Mate?" Then Harry stood up fast, and paced the room.
"Alright, alright, that's it! I'm-- I've--" Harry's shoulders heaved, sighing, looking down at his feet, staring as if it was the most interesting thing in the world. "I did one of the unforgivables. Though I didn't do it the right time.... but I did the second time after she taunted how I could--couldn't get it right."
That moment would be the moment that Harry would never forget. Hermione's face fell really pale, wideing eyes really wide. Ron's face blanched, stepping a step away from him, a little horrorfied. Sirius stared at him, a little mix of happy for getting his cousin, but also sad for using an unforgivable. Remus' face broke into small beads of sweat, paling. Severus Snape stared at him like he never saw him before. Dumbledore looked a little sad but didn't show any other feelings.
"W-what curse?" Ron asked hesitantly.
"The C-Cruciatus Curse," Harry looked away after saying the words.
"Oh my god Harry, I can't believe you! Yo-you said you did it right the second tiime?" Hermione asked fearfully.
"Y-yes, like I said, I don't know what caused me to use that one . . ."
"You're telling me that you're enjoying PAIN?" Remus asked increduously. "I don't believe this!"
"Y-you're not sending me to Azkaban are you?" Harry asked feebly. Everyone fell silent again and looked to Dumbledore. "Plus, it's not like I'll whip that curse at everyone I hate, it should be okay against Death Eaters right? I had to avenge Neville! Though I didn't hold her under that curse for more than one minute... I kinda got sick of her screaming in pain..." Harry sighed, still not looking at everyone. "I had to avenge Neville..."
"But it's still wrong! You had her under that for a minute, that's wrong Harry!" Hermione shrilled again.
"As if I don't feel bad already," Harry muttered but everyone heard what he said.
"Well Potter, I'm most surprised at you," Snape spoke up. "I'd never thought you would do that."
"Exactly, I don't know why I whipped that one out. Honestly," Harry said, looking really terrible. He sat back in his plush chair. "And after I had shot anotehr hex at her, and I just ran. I didn't know where to go. I had no owls. I didn't know how to reach anyone. The trains were down, and I didn't know how to get back to the Headquarters. I hid in some alley way and waited there for about an hour and forty-five minutes. I was basically thinking about the events that had occured. Of course, I had been wondering where the hell were the gaurds from the Order," Harry shot Dumbledore a glare, and Dumbledore who looked apologetic.
"I've been brooding for those long hours. I had no other choice but to go back to the Ministry. I knew all of you guys were sick and worried about me. You'd be even more so in the morning," Harry said, giving them all small smile.
"Well, it's true Harry, I'm glad you're back before dawn," Hermione said, returning the smile.
"So, I've been thinking about Neville, you guys, the Cruciatus Curse I've used, the entire night, about my History examination . . ." he shot a look at Professor Snape. "Have I failed that one?" he asked feebly.
"We'll see Potter," he curtly said.
"So, before I left to go back to the Ministry, and seeing I already know what Prophecy says, I destroyed it," he looked over to Dumbledore, who nodded.
"I'm glad you destroyed the Prophecy."
"Well, if you hadn't told me of it, I wouldn't have destroyed it in the first place."
"Well, I'm glad I did, it tells me that I didn't make a mistake in telling you of the Prophecy," he said with a twinkle in his eyes. Harry grinned back, a bit unsure of what to say next.
"So I came back to the Ministry, of course, the gits were still there," Harry said, shaking his head. "Voldemort was really mad at his followers for letting me and the Prophecy go. But of course, I couldn't keep the Telephone Box silent, so it rattled, alerting them all. So, he welcomes me back, and talked to me wondering why I had been blocking his visions."
Harry looked over to Professor Snape, who paled slightly. "I really should thank you for that, finally, the lessons payed off. I even didn't have much of my scar prickling in his presence at all," Snape visibly smiled at him. "Well, you can see he tried to cast Legillemency on me several times. I even accidentally broke into his. Only one memory though, it was a bit disturbing..." Harry said, thinking a bit.
"What was the memory about?" Snape asked, curious.
"I think it was an Orphanage memory, he was being bullied by older kids... no wonder why he hated muggles."
"Interesting..." Dumbledore softly spoke. The others looked a bit shocked at the memory.
"He USED to be bullied!? I can't imagine..." Ron began, Harry chuckled.
"Well, he had to hate the muggles for some reason or another, still, I was raised by the most horrible type of muggles, and look how I am now... ah well, I guess I'm lucky," Harry muttered to himself. "Anyways he was pretty pissed at me breaking into one of his memory. I had the worst Cruciatus Curse ever . . ." Harry shuddered lightly.
"That awful?" Hermione asked, concerned for his friend. Harry nodded.
"Anyways in the legilemency attacks he did the first two times were good, but guess what I've learned something new Professor Dumbledore?" he asked, grinning again.
"What is it?" he replied with a question as all of them were wondering what he learned, including Snape.
"You know, during one of my brooding moments, before I destroyed the Prophecy. I-I remembered one of the lines. I had something that Voldemort didn't, I figured it out myself. Well, somewhat, so I developed a theory. You could say that I tested the theory in the duel with Voldemort. Not smart you could say, but my theory was correct."
"And the theory was..?" Remus asked, anxious.
"It was love," Harry said softly, Dumbledore visibly beamed at him. "He was really, really mad, I had another case of Cruciatus Curse."
"Oh Harry," Hermione softly said, worried.
"But I'm fine now," Harry continued. "I am still sane you know," he grinned.
"Oh I wouldn't be sure of that," Harry heard Snape muttered and shook his head. "You did several things to make the Dark Lord mad and yet you're still alive. It's a wonder..."
"I just have a lot of luck, and I think fast of course. Then he asked for the Prophecy, seeing that I was still suffering in the aftermath of the Curse. He tried accio'd the Prophecy. Of couse, I destroyed it like I said. So I'm glad that it's gone, and you could imagine he wasn't at all pleased. I said that I had hid it, fooling him," Harry continued. The faces of his friends were of pure terrified of what happens next. Harry grinned again, shaking his head. "So, I was sarcastic with him when he wanted the Prophecy. Again, he was even madder."
"Is that even possible?" Professor Snape asked, looking not too well.
"It gets a bit worse, so yes, it's possible," Harry replied. "So I called him by Voldemort, saying that I knew what Prophecy said--"
"You didn't!" the four exclaimed, which included all the adults, and his best friends blanched.
"You are too daring for your own good Potter!" Snape growled.
"Hey, don't jump to conclusions now please," Harry said, getting annoyed. "So, he wasn't pleased when he heard me saying his fearful name, saying it wasn't worth coming from me. Then he tried insulting me, that I'm Half-Blood. I saw the irony in that, seeing he's one himself. So I retorted, but he never let me finish my setence. Another round of Cruciatus Curse for me."
"Geez Harry, no one has never had that many rounds in one hour without going insane!" Snape said. "Perhaps you have gone insane somewhat. I don't like your smile at all."
"Oh come on Professor, I had a good battle with im after all," Harry retorted. "Anyways, I told him another lie, telling him what he didn't know about the Prophecy. I said exactly this, 'If you so badly want to know, well, the Prophecy says that you will soon die, because I'm...'" he paused for a dramatic pause, with a huge smirk. '...Immortal.'"
Ron blanched, and laughed. "You did not!"
"Yes I did," Harry laughed.
"Impossible, you really shouldn't be alive now, perhaps you are a ghost with a physical body..." Snape said, still unbelieving what he's hearing. "I can't believe how many times you've mocked the Dark Lord! He will not be most pleased."
"Of course he's not, because I've insulted some more," Harry said, half-shrugging, but still a smile evident on his face. The others groaned. "He even believed the Prophecy I told him, I made up that when I was a baby when he tried to kill me. Saying that I was immortal, he couldn't even kill me. So he asked if I was lying, and I said why wouldn't I be? Then he tried to test if I was really am immortal. But..." he snickered.
Causing them all to look at each other, wondering what he did next. Sirius was shaking his head, unbelieving what he's hearing, but with a grin on his face. "Oh Harry, I can't believe you did all of that without dying!"
"Yeah well," Harry said, "I insulted one last time, saying that I was too bored to finish him off--"
"You said WHAT!?" everyone except Dumbledore shouted at him.
"Hey now, calm down, yes, he was even more angry by that remark. He wasn't even shouting, it was kind of scary. I think he turned beet... you know, now that I think about it, he doesn't look good with red skin," Harry snickered. The others were flabberghasted at him.
"I think that I need to lie down," Snape announced, walking over to a love seat couch and lied down. "I am not looking forward to my next meeting at all..."
"Why?" Harry asked.
"Do you even need to? He's going to torture us all out of pure anger," he said, pinching his bridge of the nose.
"Oh, I'm sorry Professor..." Harry's shoulder slumped.
"Nevermind that Potter, he rarely kills his fellow Death Eaters. At least, I hope so, according to you, this is the most anger I have ever heard. I fear what would happen..."
"I see, well I hope it's nothing nasty... anyways, about that time, he was threatening to find a way to tear away my 'immortality' status when the lot of the Aurors and the others finally showed up. I guess rest is history. Now can I sleep?" Dumbledore chuckled slightly.
"Not right now Harry, about the Cruciatus Curse you've performed..." Harry groaned.
"Wh-what are you going to do about it?" he asked tentatively.
"I'll think of what action I can take, I can't promise anything. This isserious Harry, you must understand this. If anyone finds out that you performed Cruciatus Curse, even on a Death Eater, you will be locked up right away."
Harry nodded numbly, wondering if any of the Ministry would introggated him. He shuddered at the very thought of being in Azkaban and around those Dementors. He knew he wouldn't last a day there. Knowing his reactions to them, he would be forever knocked out, hearing his parent's last moments and Voldemort. "So, sir, can I sleep now?"
"After you take something for your Cruciatus curses, you've suffered a lot tonight, and we don't want to lose you to coma," Headmaster Dumbledore explain. "Then you can sleep. Severus?"
"Yes Headmaster," he went out of the office to get some potions for Harry. Harry stared straight ahead, not looking in anyone's eyes. If he couldn't meet Dumbledore's, he would might as well not look at anyone. The silence was far too unbearable for anyone else in the room, Harry could tell. Ron and Hermione kept glancing at Harry and shifting around in their seats silently. Sirius and Remus were trying to get Harry's attention, but failed, seeing that Harry wasn't in the mood to talk, let alone, look at anyone. The silence were at the breaking point, when Severus opened the door with vial of light blue potion.
"Here Potter," he handed the potion to Harry, who accepted the vial, after snapping out of his short trance. He took the cork off and drank the whole thing down dispite how badly it tasted but it had smelled nice. After gulping down the last drop, Harry wiped his mouth with his left sleeves.
"Thank you Professer," Harry felt a lot better due to potion. "Well, night everyone," without giving them a chance to hold back, Harry went down the spiraling stairs and into the corridor. Then behind him, he heard animal panting, and doggy-footsteps behind him and half-turned to see who it was and saw Sirius running after him. Harry sighs, letting him follow to the Gryffindor Tower. But Sirius didn't let him continue and looked around in the corridor and transformed back into his human.
"Harry, have you FORGOTTEN you're still in hiding!?" he half yelled but still whispering.
"Oh... right, yeah," Harry said a bit dully and walked back to the Office, luckily not being caught by anyone on the way back. Though Harry could care less if Umbridge had caught him, he still feels like the world had been crashing around on him. Harry went back to his seat and sat there, going into a trance again. The others groaned at Harry.
"Harry, don't you want to go to sleep? Then come on to the Shrieking Shack," said Remus, worried.
"You guys are staying at the Shrieking Shack?" Hermione asked.
"You mean Harry never told you..? Ah well," Remus said, trying to get Harry to his feet but fails. Harry had slumped to the floor. "What is WRONG with Harry anyways? Harry, are you okay?" He asked, with everyone increasingly getting concerned with Harry.
"'m fine," mumbled Harry, getting up again but swaying dangerously. "I just need to sleep," Sirius and Remus nodded in understanding, and pointed to the marble apple which is a portkey.
"I'll talk to you later Albus," Remus said, Sirius said his byes to the others as well, and the three whisked away.
When they arrived back at the new home for the three males, Sirius and Remus helped Harry to his bed. However worried they were right now, they hoped that Harry would be okay when he wakes up in the following morning.
Harry's dream
Blackness around Harry as he feels as if he was falling in aybss, but colors swirled about him and saw Peter readying to lunge into his chest with his knife.
"Peter!" Harry screamed, longing for him. "Don't you die on me!"
"Why do you care," asked Peter cooly. Harry sputtered words out, incomperhensible. "Thought so, good bye Potter, shame that I never got to know you, but oh well."
"Know about me? What are you talking about!? We've been friends since I was born!" Harry yelled.
"You don't know what you're saying," Peter said sadly. "You don't know the life I now live in. Let's refresh your memory a bit, I betrayed your parents."
"W-w-what? B-but--" Harry stuttered, confused. "What are you talking about Peter? What about my dad, Remus, and Sirius?"
"You really don't have a clue do you? Bye anyways," with that, he stabbed himself in the chest directly to his heart. Too fast even for the Quidditch reflexes of the young boy.
"PETER! NO! What's going on!?" Harry yelled, as he held Peter. "Peter, don't...." Then the darkness fell, whirling around him and catching him off balance. He began to fall once more towards the Black Abyss, feeling his emotions leaving him as he fell, the further he fell, the more detatched he became.
"NO-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-!-!-!" He screamed in seemingly slow motion.
End Dream
"HARRY!" someone yelled. But Harry couldn't comperhend who was saying the name. He blearly blinked very slowly, waking up. But groaned as he sat up his bed, and felt really shitty.
"Harry, are you okay?" someone asked with large amounts of black hair, but couldn't tell who it was, as he didn't have his glasses.
"Here Harry," the male with brown/blonde haired said, handed the glasses to him, who seem to have forgotten how to put glasses on. He sighed, and helped to put them on his nose and behind his ears. "Better?
Harry nodded, still confused, "Uh--wh-what's..?"
"You had a nightmare, or at least we think it was, what did you dream about?" light-haired male asked him.
"Nightmare? Dream? I don't remember..." This caused the two males in front of Harry to be strickened with worry.
"Do you know us?" dark-haired person asked with skeptism.
"Mmm," Harry furrowed his eyebrows together, trying to remember. "Something like Serus? Siris? Sirius? Oh yeah... Sirius," then everything flooded back to him. "Whoa..."
"At least you remember, and what is it?" Sirius asked anxiously.
"E-everything came back to me all at once, whoa," Harry slid down, getting a bit woozy.
"Well, at least you haven't gone amnesiac on us," Remus sighed with relief. Harry let out a grin, and then the stomach growled and the three laughed.
"I guess food's in order," Harry said.
"Okay, you stay here Harry, I'll bring them to you, you need to rest," Remus said going into the kitchn. Followed by Sirius who winked at Harry, who only grinned and shook his head. Then there was the unmistakeable smell of eggs and bacon.
'We have eggs and bacon now? I wonder if someone had gotten the food previous night...' But soon his unasked question was answered, Mrs. Weasley came in the room, carrying trays of food and glass cup of pumpkin juice followed by pitcher of Pumpkin juice should he want more to drink.
"Hi Mrs. Weasley," Harry greeted politely.
"Hello Harry dear, how are you? Here, have a bit to eat," setting the tray on Harry's lap and went down to eating his breakfast with a mutter of thank you. "My pleasure Harry, but really, how are you?" Harry swallowed his bite of eggs.
"Well, I wouldn't say I'm fine, because I'd be lying, but other than that, I'm good," Harry responded and went back to eatng his breakfast. Mrs. Weasley stared at the boy half in shock from hs response. Apparently he usually says that he's fine even when he wasn't. Surely, something happened in the previous night? Then Harry had finished his breakfast some fifteen minutes later. "So, when can I get out of this bed? I'm bored," Harry mumbled, half-complianing. Molly Weasley tutted, shaking her head and ordered Harry to stay confined to his bed for the day.
Sirius had come back into Harry's room after Mrs. Weasley left Shrieking Shack to meet her older sons and started playing some Wizarding Chess. It seems that Sirius and Harry were even, losing one game, then win one, and lose again. Then Remus came into the room soon after, and sat next to Harry smiling. Sensing something, Harry and Sirius paused playing, as it were, Harry were winning.
"Harry, do you remember your dream yet?" Remus asked seriously. Harry thought for a minute, recalling any bits of it.
"Well, I know who was in my dream, but it wasn't like visions or anything. I think Peter was in my dream..."
"Wormatail?" spat Sirius, shaking his head. "Why would you dream about him? Oh right, you and him had to duke it out, understandable."
But in truth, he did remember exactly what his memory was about and he felt a bit freaked out from it. What did it mean? Was Peter really dead? Why did I treat him like a friend, of all people! Harry shook his head mentally, and refocused on the game of Chess once again. Harry sensed that Remus was studying him carefully, and got up from his chair and left the room.
"So, how much longer do I have to sit in this bed?" Harry asked, as he moved his Bishop, taking Sirius' pawn. "Check."
"Damn," cussed Sirius, furrowing his eyebrows into one line, concentrating carefully. He moves his knight to the right. Harry took his Rook and moved in the King's way, surrounded by Queen and bishop. Harry smirked.
"Checkmate."
"Aw no fair!" Sirius exclaimed.
"You should play sometime with Ron, he's much more challenging."
"I heard that he is good, extremely good at chess. Must be saying that he's good at stragey," Sirius remarked, and Harry nodded.
"I agree, though he can tend to overreact and such., (yawn) and I think I'll take a nap."
"Okay, you do that," he said, clearing Wizarding Chess up. "Have a good sleep," with that, he went out the door. Harry once again fell asleep into the brand new day. Luckily for him, he didn't have any dreams and woke up early on Sunday morning. Feeling too rested, Harry got out of the bed and went into the kitchen to find something to eat for breakfast. Then he picked up a random book and sat down on the couch to read by the candellight. The book that he had picked up was Books of Spell 5 seeing that he had nothing else to do.
Then he heard some shuffling noise in the other room and stepped into Harry's room.
"Morning Harry," Sirius yawned.
"Mornin'," he replied, still reviewing some charms.
"Why are you reading that?"
"Is 'having nothing else to do' a good reason?" Harry asked, looking up from the book.
"I suppose, but I have something for you. Remus got it for me from Hogsmead. Thought you'd like it," he gave Harry a small thick book. Curious, Harry tried to open the book but won't budge. "It's like a Journal of sorts, you tap the book with your wand, and you speak the word. 'Course, you don't have to speak out loud, as long you mouth the words."
Harry examined the book, the covers were black leather, with inscription that says, 'Harry Potter: From Padfoot.' Harry smiled, and tapped the wand, and looked up to Sirius and back to the book, covering his mouth and spoke his new password.
""Poetry,"" Harry mouthed the words, and then the book opened and found that all of the pages were blank. "Thanks Sirius, but why?" Sirius shrugged.
"Thought you'd find it useful, seeing that you don't open up to anyone. So, why not write it down?"
"I--That means a lot to me, thanks," Harry smiled at him, and Sirius leaned forward and one-arm hugged him.
"No problem, well, did you eat?"
"Yeah, how much longer do I have to stay in hiding? Are they still thinking of expelling me?"
"Oh about that, you can return to Hogwarts today if you like," Sirius replied, but with a hint of something like he didn't want him to go back.
"Oh, that's good, I think I'll come back tomorrow. . . ." Harry said softly. "I don't want to be surrounded by everyone so soon after what happened. . . ." Sirius chuckled.
"A burden because of your fame?"
"What else?" he muttered, shaking his head. "I think I'll start writing now." With that, Sirius nodded half in understanding and in confusion that he wants to write right away. Then he left with the door closing behind him. Harry took out his quill and ink and began to write.
June 15th, 1995
Dad, dad, dad. . .
Mum, mum, mum. . .
How I long for you two
Dad, I looked up to you
As an inspiration
I now know you treated others down
Bullying's no good
Still, I somehow look up to you once more
Mum, I don't know
What's really like to have a mum?
Mrs. Weasley's close
But not close enough, but I appreciate her
I long for you
It's all Voldemort's fault
I'll kill him in your name!
I'll say, "This is for my dad!"
But I won't utter the Killing Curse
I'll torture him, so I'll say,
"This is for my mum as well!"
When I'm ready to give the killing blow
I'll scream
"This is for everyone who suffered in your name!"
Thinking of ou, makes me feel stronger
He doesn't understand love and friendship
Mum, Dad, I love you
Harry stopped writing, tears threating to fall. Why did he have to write this down? He felt like he'd poured his soul into this. But he realized he did feel much better than previously. Perhaps writing things down do really help. 'Maybe with time, I will heal . . .' He hesitated, and write down another poem. He had thought that writing poems were silly, but they do express how he felt.
Am I normal?
Normal boy with a scar on my forhead?
You may say yes I am
But looks can be decieving
I've raged on fighting Quirrell
For the Philosopher's stone
Then I battled with the basilisk a year later
With the True Gryffindor Sword from Gryffindor himself
The year after that,
I discovered the truth of Ron's rat
That stupid rat and my godfather
Learned that he is innocent
Then I had entered a dangerous contest the next year
I didn't even want to actually enter
Flew around the dragon
Swam to the bottommost lake
Met merpeople and rescued two of people
They say I have hero complex
I didn't really mind
Walked my way around in the maze
Found Cedric in the center
We both took the cup
But we'd been portkeyed to a graveyard
He died before my eyes
Lifeless and so helpless
Witnessed Voldemort's rebirth
Then Dementors arrived with Dudley and me
Dreamed of corridors for months
Arthur Weasley was attacked
Voldemort sent Death Eaters to Hogwarts
Killed one of my classmate and housemate
Then he portkeyed me to Department of Mysteries
Duked it out all evening long
Suffered Cruciatus Curse
I did an Unforgiveable Curse
Tel me
Is that normal for someone at age fifteen?
No, I didn't think so
Oh, by the way, I lived in a cupboard inside a wealthy house.
Harry sighed, exhaling, and shut the book. He did feel much better, he swore that the world had been lifted off his shoulders. But he knew that it's only for the moment. The world did indeed weigh on his shoulders, all of some Prophecy. He got out of his chair that he had been sitting since he returned from the kitchen and walked into the family room and found Remus and Sirius speaking softly with each other.
"Hello," Harry interrupted them.
"Oh Harry, morning," Remus sat up a bit more straighter. Harry saw something in their eyes and grew a bit suspicous. "Harry, please sit down."
It wasn't really a request, more of an order for him to sit down. Harry walked over to an empty seat across from the two and cautiously sat down. 'What's going on?' Harry thought.
"I know you want to go back to Hogwarts tomorrow, but Dumbledore requests you to return today," spoke Remus.
"Why?" Harry asked, with a swell of anger emitting from the inside. 'Why did I have to go back a day sooner? I don't want to face them!' Harry thought angrily.
"I don't know, he really wants you to come back today," Remus exhaled.
"Fine," said Harry with hint of bitterness from his voice. He stood up from his chair and retreted back to his room.
"Anyways, when I got off the lift, I ran towards the Telephone Box, but the Death Eaters were behind me again so I dove behind the statutes at the Fountain."
"Smart thinking Harry," Dumbledore said, smiling with a twinkle.
"Yeah, and the Death Eaters were attacking again, and Lucius Malfoy apparated behind me and he asked for the Prophecy. I said no again, and did Impedimenta hex on him and ran towards the Box again. Only this time, Voldemort came . . . I had ran into him, literally," Harry winced at the memory. "He had accio'ed the Prophecy--" everyone did an sharp intake. "I did say not to interrupt me. But before he had a firm grip on it, I accio'ed it back and dueled with him for awhile and did a reducto at the chandelier above him. You can imagine that it came crashing on him," Harry snickered at the rememberance. Whereas everyone stared at him, terrified at the thought of crashing the chandelier on one of the Darkest Lord of all time. Professor Snape's face was the most priceless, as he had the face of shock, smug, and fear into one. "Anyways, I finally got to the Box and Voldemort wasn't exactly happy and he ordered the Death Eaters to come and get me. Of course, I was hoping that they wouldn't be waiting for me at the top. But I was wrong..."
Everyone groaned a little. Seeing that Harry had kept running into Death Eaters. Harry hesitated a little, remembering the Cruciatus Curse on Bellatrix. Dumbledore looked at him with a questioning face. Again, Harry hoped that he couldn't read minds. Everyone looked at him, waiting forhim to continue, wondering what made him hesitate in continuing the story. Should he tell them or not? Well, they all deserve to know, and I'm sure they wouldn't dare to try and put him in Azkaban . . . would they?
"Er--" Harry stratched the back of his neck, wondering how to phrase it. "Well, I saw Lucius and Bellatrix waiting there for me. I, again got Lucius, stunned him. Which, which left me and Bellatrix dueling for awhile. . ." Harry looked away. He couldn't say it at all!
"What happened in your duel with her?" Sirius demanded, wondering what his cousin had done to him.
"Guys, I kinda went mad, I didn't know what I was thinking, I don't know what caused me to--" Harry really couldn't continue. Why couldn't he say it?
"Caused you to what?" Ron asked, staring at his best friend. Harry looked to Dumbledore, agitated, his stomach in nine twisting knots. "Mate?" Then Harry stood up fast, and paced the room.
"Alright, alright, that's it! I'm-- I've--" Harry's shoulders heaved, sighing, looking down at his feet, staring as if it was the most interesting thing in the world. "I did one of the unforgivables. Though I didn't do it the right time.... but I did the second time after she taunted how I could--couldn't get it right."
That moment would be the moment that Harry would never forget. Hermione's face fell really pale, wideing eyes really wide. Ron's face blanched, stepping a step away from him, a little horrorfied. Sirius stared at him, a little mix of happy for getting his cousin, but also sad for using an unforgivable. Remus' face broke into small beads of sweat, paling. Severus Snape stared at him like he never saw him before. Dumbledore looked a little sad but didn't show any other feelings.
"W-what curse?" Ron asked hesitantly.
"The C-Cruciatus Curse," Harry looked away after saying the words.
"Oh my god Harry, I can't believe you! Yo-you said you did it right the second tiime?" Hermione asked fearfully.
"Y-yes, like I said, I don't know what caused me to use that one . . ."
"You're telling me that you're enjoying PAIN?" Remus asked increduously. "I don't believe this!"
"Y-you're not sending me to Azkaban are you?" Harry asked feebly. Everyone fell silent again and looked to Dumbledore. "Plus, it's not like I'll whip that curse at everyone I hate, it should be okay against Death Eaters right? I had to avenge Neville! Though I didn't hold her under that curse for more than one minute... I kinda got sick of her screaming in pain..." Harry sighed, still not looking at everyone. "I had to avenge Neville..."
"But it's still wrong! You had her under that for a minute, that's wrong Harry!" Hermione shrilled again.
"As if I don't feel bad already," Harry muttered but everyone heard what he said.
"Well Potter, I'm most surprised at you," Snape spoke up. "I'd never thought you would do that."
"Exactly, I don't know why I whipped that one out. Honestly," Harry said, looking really terrible. He sat back in his plush chair. "And after I had shot anotehr hex at her, and I just ran. I didn't know where to go. I had no owls. I didn't know how to reach anyone. The trains were down, and I didn't know how to get back to the Headquarters. I hid in some alley way and waited there for about an hour and forty-five minutes. I was basically thinking about the events that had occured. Of course, I had been wondering where the hell were the gaurds from the Order," Harry shot Dumbledore a glare, and Dumbledore who looked apologetic.
"I've been brooding for those long hours. I had no other choice but to go back to the Ministry. I knew all of you guys were sick and worried about me. You'd be even more so in the morning," Harry said, giving them all small smile.
"Well, it's true Harry, I'm glad you're back before dawn," Hermione said, returning the smile.
"So, I've been thinking about Neville, you guys, the Cruciatus Curse I've used, the entire night, about my History examination . . ." he shot a look at Professor Snape. "Have I failed that one?" he asked feebly.
"We'll see Potter," he curtly said.
"So, before I left to go back to the Ministry, and seeing I already know what Prophecy says, I destroyed it," he looked over to Dumbledore, who nodded.
"I'm glad you destroyed the Prophecy."
"Well, if you hadn't told me of it, I wouldn't have destroyed it in the first place."
"Well, I'm glad I did, it tells me that I didn't make a mistake in telling you of the Prophecy," he said with a twinkle in his eyes. Harry grinned back, a bit unsure of what to say next.
"So I came back to the Ministry, of course, the gits were still there," Harry said, shaking his head. "Voldemort was really mad at his followers for letting me and the Prophecy go. But of course, I couldn't keep the Telephone Box silent, so it rattled, alerting them all. So, he welcomes me back, and talked to me wondering why I had been blocking his visions."
Harry looked over to Professor Snape, who paled slightly. "I really should thank you for that, finally, the lessons payed off. I even didn't have much of my scar prickling in his presence at all," Snape visibly smiled at him. "Well, you can see he tried to cast Legillemency on me several times. I even accidentally broke into his. Only one memory though, it was a bit disturbing..." Harry said, thinking a bit.
"What was the memory about?" Snape asked, curious.
"I think it was an Orphanage memory, he was being bullied by older kids... no wonder why he hated muggles."
"Interesting..." Dumbledore softly spoke. The others looked a bit shocked at the memory.
"He USED to be bullied!? I can't imagine..." Ron began, Harry chuckled.
"Well, he had to hate the muggles for some reason or another, still, I was raised by the most horrible type of muggles, and look how I am now... ah well, I guess I'm lucky," Harry muttered to himself. "Anyways he was pretty pissed at me breaking into one of his memory. I had the worst Cruciatus Curse ever . . ." Harry shuddered lightly.
"That awful?" Hermione asked, concerned for his friend. Harry nodded.
"Anyways in the legilemency attacks he did the first two times were good, but guess what I've learned something new Professor Dumbledore?" he asked, grinning again.
"What is it?" he replied with a question as all of them were wondering what he learned, including Snape.
"You know, during one of my brooding moments, before I destroyed the Prophecy. I-I remembered one of the lines. I had something that Voldemort didn't, I figured it out myself. Well, somewhat, so I developed a theory. You could say that I tested the theory in the duel with Voldemort. Not smart you could say, but my theory was correct."
"And the theory was..?" Remus asked, anxious.
"It was love," Harry said softly, Dumbledore visibly beamed at him. "He was really, really mad, I had another case of Cruciatus Curse."
"Oh Harry," Hermione softly said, worried.
"But I'm fine now," Harry continued. "I am still sane you know," he grinned.
"Oh I wouldn't be sure of that," Harry heard Snape muttered and shook his head. "You did several things to make the Dark Lord mad and yet you're still alive. It's a wonder..."
"I just have a lot of luck, and I think fast of course. Then he asked for the Prophecy, seeing that I was still suffering in the aftermath of the Curse. He tried accio'd the Prophecy. Of couse, I destroyed it like I said. So I'm glad that it's gone, and you could imagine he wasn't at all pleased. I said that I had hid it, fooling him," Harry continued. The faces of his friends were of pure terrified of what happens next. Harry grinned again, shaking his head. "So, I was sarcastic with him when he wanted the Prophecy. Again, he was even madder."
"Is that even possible?" Professor Snape asked, looking not too well.
"It gets a bit worse, so yes, it's possible," Harry replied. "So I called him by Voldemort, saying that I knew what Prophecy said--"
"You didn't!" the four exclaimed, which included all the adults, and his best friends blanched.
"You are too daring for your own good Potter!" Snape growled.
"Hey, don't jump to conclusions now please," Harry said, getting annoyed. "So, he wasn't pleased when he heard me saying his fearful name, saying it wasn't worth coming from me. Then he tried insulting me, that I'm Half-Blood. I saw the irony in that, seeing he's one himself. So I retorted, but he never let me finish my setence. Another round of Cruciatus Curse for me."
"Geez Harry, no one has never had that many rounds in one hour without going insane!" Snape said. "Perhaps you have gone insane somewhat. I don't like your smile at all."
"Oh come on Professor, I had a good battle with im after all," Harry retorted. "Anyways, I told him another lie, telling him what he didn't know about the Prophecy. I said exactly this, 'If you so badly want to know, well, the Prophecy says that you will soon die, because I'm...'" he paused for a dramatic pause, with a huge smirk. '...Immortal.'"
Ron blanched, and laughed. "You did not!"
"Yes I did," Harry laughed.
"Impossible, you really shouldn't be alive now, perhaps you are a ghost with a physical body..." Snape said, still unbelieving what he's hearing. "I can't believe how many times you've mocked the Dark Lord! He will not be most pleased."
"Of course he's not, because I've insulted some more," Harry said, half-shrugging, but still a smile evident on his face. The others groaned. "He even believed the Prophecy I told him, I made up that when I was a baby when he tried to kill me. Saying that I was immortal, he couldn't even kill me. So he asked if I was lying, and I said why wouldn't I be? Then he tried to test if I was really am immortal. But..." he snickered.
Causing them all to look at each other, wondering what he did next. Sirius was shaking his head, unbelieving what he's hearing, but with a grin on his face. "Oh Harry, I can't believe you did all of that without dying!"
"Yeah well," Harry said, "I insulted one last time, saying that I was too bored to finish him off--"
"You said WHAT!?" everyone except Dumbledore shouted at him.
"Hey now, calm down, yes, he was even more angry by that remark. He wasn't even shouting, it was kind of scary. I think he turned beet... you know, now that I think about it, he doesn't look good with red skin," Harry snickered. The others were flabberghasted at him.
"I think that I need to lie down," Snape announced, walking over to a love seat couch and lied down. "I am not looking forward to my next meeting at all..."
"Why?" Harry asked.
"Do you even need to? He's going to torture us all out of pure anger," he said, pinching his bridge of the nose.
"Oh, I'm sorry Professor..." Harry's shoulder slumped.
"Nevermind that Potter, he rarely kills his fellow Death Eaters. At least, I hope so, according to you, this is the most anger I have ever heard. I fear what would happen..."
"I see, well I hope it's nothing nasty... anyways, about that time, he was threatening to find a way to tear away my 'immortality' status when the lot of the Aurors and the others finally showed up. I guess rest is history. Now can I sleep?" Dumbledore chuckled slightly.
"Not right now Harry, about the Cruciatus Curse you've performed..." Harry groaned.
"Wh-what are you going to do about it?" he asked tentatively.
"I'll think of what action I can take, I can't promise anything. This isserious Harry, you must understand this. If anyone finds out that you performed Cruciatus Curse, even on a Death Eater, you will be locked up right away."
Harry nodded numbly, wondering if any of the Ministry would introggated him. He shuddered at the very thought of being in Azkaban and around those Dementors. He knew he wouldn't last a day there. Knowing his reactions to them, he would be forever knocked out, hearing his parent's last moments and Voldemort. "So, sir, can I sleep now?"
"After you take something for your Cruciatus curses, you've suffered a lot tonight, and we don't want to lose you to coma," Headmaster Dumbledore explain. "Then you can sleep. Severus?"
"Yes Headmaster," he went out of the office to get some potions for Harry. Harry stared straight ahead, not looking in anyone's eyes. If he couldn't meet Dumbledore's, he would might as well not look at anyone. The silence was far too unbearable for anyone else in the room, Harry could tell. Ron and Hermione kept glancing at Harry and shifting around in their seats silently. Sirius and Remus were trying to get Harry's attention, but failed, seeing that Harry wasn't in the mood to talk, let alone, look at anyone. The silence were at the breaking point, when Severus opened the door with vial of light blue potion.
"Here Potter," he handed the potion to Harry, who accepted the vial, after snapping out of his short trance. He took the cork off and drank the whole thing down dispite how badly it tasted but it had smelled nice. After gulping down the last drop, Harry wiped his mouth with his left sleeves.
"Thank you Professer," Harry felt a lot better due to potion. "Well, night everyone," without giving them a chance to hold back, Harry went down the spiraling stairs and into the corridor. Then behind him, he heard animal panting, and doggy-footsteps behind him and half-turned to see who it was and saw Sirius running after him. Harry sighs, letting him follow to the Gryffindor Tower. But Sirius didn't let him continue and looked around in the corridor and transformed back into his human.
"Harry, have you FORGOTTEN you're still in hiding!?" he half yelled but still whispering.
"Oh... right, yeah," Harry said a bit dully and walked back to the Office, luckily not being caught by anyone on the way back. Though Harry could care less if Umbridge had caught him, he still feels like the world had been crashing around on him. Harry went back to his seat and sat there, going into a trance again. The others groaned at Harry.
"Harry, don't you want to go to sleep? Then come on to the Shrieking Shack," said Remus, worried.
"You guys are staying at the Shrieking Shack?" Hermione asked.
"You mean Harry never told you..? Ah well," Remus said, trying to get Harry to his feet but fails. Harry had slumped to the floor. "What is WRONG with Harry anyways? Harry, are you okay?" He asked, with everyone increasingly getting concerned with Harry.
"'m fine," mumbled Harry, getting up again but swaying dangerously. "I just need to sleep," Sirius and Remus nodded in understanding, and pointed to the marble apple which is a portkey.
"I'll talk to you later Albus," Remus said, Sirius said his byes to the others as well, and the three whisked away.
When they arrived back at the new home for the three males, Sirius and Remus helped Harry to his bed. However worried they were right now, they hoped that Harry would be okay when he wakes up in the following morning.
Harry's dream
Blackness around Harry as he feels as if he was falling in aybss, but colors swirled about him and saw Peter readying to lunge into his chest with his knife.
"Peter!" Harry screamed, longing for him. "Don't you die on me!"
"Why do you care," asked Peter cooly. Harry sputtered words out, incomperhensible. "Thought so, good bye Potter, shame that I never got to know you, but oh well."
"Know about me? What are you talking about!? We've been friends since I was born!" Harry yelled.
"You don't know what you're saying," Peter said sadly. "You don't know the life I now live in. Let's refresh your memory a bit, I betrayed your parents."
"W-w-what? B-but--" Harry stuttered, confused. "What are you talking about Peter? What about my dad, Remus, and Sirius?"
"You really don't have a clue do you? Bye anyways," with that, he stabbed himself in the chest directly to his heart. Too fast even for the Quidditch reflexes of the young boy.
"PETER! NO! What's going on!?" Harry yelled, as he held Peter. "Peter, don't...." Then the darkness fell, whirling around him and catching him off balance. He began to fall once more towards the Black Abyss, feeling his emotions leaving him as he fell, the further he fell, the more detatched he became.
"NO-O-O-O-O-O-O-O-!-!-!" He screamed in seemingly slow motion.
End Dream
"HARRY!" someone yelled. But Harry couldn't comperhend who was saying the name. He blearly blinked very slowly, waking up. But groaned as he sat up his bed, and felt really shitty.
"Harry, are you okay?" someone asked with large amounts of black hair, but couldn't tell who it was, as he didn't have his glasses.
"Here Harry," the male with brown/blonde haired said, handed the glasses to him, who seem to have forgotten how to put glasses on. He sighed, and helped to put them on his nose and behind his ears. "Better?
Harry nodded, still confused, "Uh--wh-what's..?"
"You had a nightmare, or at least we think it was, what did you dream about?" light-haired male asked him.
"Nightmare? Dream? I don't remember..." This caused the two males in front of Harry to be strickened with worry.
"Do you know us?" dark-haired person asked with skeptism.
"Mmm," Harry furrowed his eyebrows together, trying to remember. "Something like Serus? Siris? Sirius? Oh yeah... Sirius," then everything flooded back to him. "Whoa..."
"At least you remember, and what is it?" Sirius asked anxiously.
"E-everything came back to me all at once, whoa," Harry slid down, getting a bit woozy.
"Well, at least you haven't gone amnesiac on us," Remus sighed with relief. Harry let out a grin, and then the stomach growled and the three laughed.
"I guess food's in order," Harry said.
"Okay, you stay here Harry, I'll bring them to you, you need to rest," Remus said going into the kitchn. Followed by Sirius who winked at Harry, who only grinned and shook his head. Then there was the unmistakeable smell of eggs and bacon.
'We have eggs and bacon now? I wonder if someone had gotten the food previous night...' But soon his unasked question was answered, Mrs. Weasley came in the room, carrying trays of food and glass cup of pumpkin juice followed by pitcher of Pumpkin juice should he want more to drink.
"Hi Mrs. Weasley," Harry greeted politely.
"Hello Harry dear, how are you? Here, have a bit to eat," setting the tray on Harry's lap and went down to eating his breakfast with a mutter of thank you. "My pleasure Harry, but really, how are you?" Harry swallowed his bite of eggs.
"Well, I wouldn't say I'm fine, because I'd be lying, but other than that, I'm good," Harry responded and went back to eatng his breakfast. Mrs. Weasley stared at the boy half in shock from hs response. Apparently he usually says that he's fine even when he wasn't. Surely, something happened in the previous night? Then Harry had finished his breakfast some fifteen minutes later. "So, when can I get out of this bed? I'm bored," Harry mumbled, half-complianing. Molly Weasley tutted, shaking her head and ordered Harry to stay confined to his bed for the day.
Sirius had come back into Harry's room after Mrs. Weasley left Shrieking Shack to meet her older sons and started playing some Wizarding Chess. It seems that Sirius and Harry were even, losing one game, then win one, and lose again. Then Remus came into the room soon after, and sat next to Harry smiling. Sensing something, Harry and Sirius paused playing, as it were, Harry were winning.
"Harry, do you remember your dream yet?" Remus asked seriously. Harry thought for a minute, recalling any bits of it.
"Well, I know who was in my dream, but it wasn't like visions or anything. I think Peter was in my dream..."
"Wormatail?" spat Sirius, shaking his head. "Why would you dream about him? Oh right, you and him had to duke it out, understandable."
But in truth, he did remember exactly what his memory was about and he felt a bit freaked out from it. What did it mean? Was Peter really dead? Why did I treat him like a friend, of all people! Harry shook his head mentally, and refocused on the game of Chess once again. Harry sensed that Remus was studying him carefully, and got up from his chair and left the room.
"So, how much longer do I have to sit in this bed?" Harry asked, as he moved his Bishop, taking Sirius' pawn. "Check."
"Damn," cussed Sirius, furrowing his eyebrows into one line, concentrating carefully. He moves his knight to the right. Harry took his Rook and moved in the King's way, surrounded by Queen and bishop. Harry smirked.
"Checkmate."
"Aw no fair!" Sirius exclaimed.
"You should play sometime with Ron, he's much more challenging."
"I heard that he is good, extremely good at chess. Must be saying that he's good at stragey," Sirius remarked, and Harry nodded.
"I agree, though he can tend to overreact and such., (yawn) and I think I'll take a nap."
"Okay, you do that," he said, clearing Wizarding Chess up. "Have a good sleep," with that, he went out the door. Harry once again fell asleep into the brand new day. Luckily for him, he didn't have any dreams and woke up early on Sunday morning. Feeling too rested, Harry got out of the bed and went into the kitchen to find something to eat for breakfast. Then he picked up a random book and sat down on the couch to read by the candellight. The book that he had picked up was Books of Spell 5 seeing that he had nothing else to do.
Then he heard some shuffling noise in the other room and stepped into Harry's room.
"Morning Harry," Sirius yawned.
"Mornin'," he replied, still reviewing some charms.
"Why are you reading that?"
"Is 'having nothing else to do' a good reason?" Harry asked, looking up from the book.
"I suppose, but I have something for you. Remus got it for me from Hogsmead. Thought you'd like it," he gave Harry a small thick book. Curious, Harry tried to open the book but won't budge. "It's like a Journal of sorts, you tap the book with your wand, and you speak the word. 'Course, you don't have to speak out loud, as long you mouth the words."
Harry examined the book, the covers were black leather, with inscription that says, 'Harry Potter: From Padfoot.' Harry smiled, and tapped the wand, and looked up to Sirius and back to the book, covering his mouth and spoke his new password.
""Poetry,"" Harry mouthed the words, and then the book opened and found that all of the pages were blank. "Thanks Sirius, but why?" Sirius shrugged.
"Thought you'd find it useful, seeing that you don't open up to anyone. So, why not write it down?"
"I--That means a lot to me, thanks," Harry smiled at him, and Sirius leaned forward and one-arm hugged him.
"No problem, well, did you eat?"
"Yeah, how much longer do I have to stay in hiding? Are they still thinking of expelling me?"
"Oh about that, you can return to Hogwarts today if you like," Sirius replied, but with a hint of something like he didn't want him to go back.
"Oh, that's good, I think I'll come back tomorrow. . . ." Harry said softly. "I don't want to be surrounded by everyone so soon after what happened. . . ." Sirius chuckled.
"A burden because of your fame?"
"What else?" he muttered, shaking his head. "I think I'll start writing now." With that, Sirius nodded half in understanding and in confusion that he wants to write right away. Then he left with the door closing behind him. Harry took out his quill and ink and began to write.
June 15th, 1995
Dad, dad, dad. . .
Mum, mum, mum. . .
How I long for you two
Dad, I looked up to you
As an inspiration
I now know you treated others down
Bullying's no good
Still, I somehow look up to you once more
Mum, I don't know
What's really like to have a mum?
Mrs. Weasley's close
But not close enough, but I appreciate her
I long for you
It's all Voldemort's fault
I'll kill him in your name!
I'll say, "This is for my dad!"
But I won't utter the Killing Curse
I'll torture him, so I'll say,
"This is for my mum as well!"
When I'm ready to give the killing blow
I'll scream
"This is for everyone who suffered in your name!"
Thinking of ou, makes me feel stronger
He doesn't understand love and friendship
Mum, Dad, I love you
Harry stopped writing, tears threating to fall. Why did he have to write this down? He felt like he'd poured his soul into this. But he realized he did feel much better than previously. Perhaps writing things down do really help. 'Maybe with time, I will heal . . .' He hesitated, and write down another poem. He had thought that writing poems were silly, but they do express how he felt.
Am I normal?
Normal boy with a scar on my forhead?
You may say yes I am
But looks can be decieving
I've raged on fighting Quirrell
For the Philosopher's stone
Then I battled with the basilisk a year later
With the True Gryffindor Sword from Gryffindor himself
The year after that,
I discovered the truth of Ron's rat
That stupid rat and my godfather
Learned that he is innocent
Then I had entered a dangerous contest the next year
I didn't even want to actually enter
Flew around the dragon
Swam to the bottommost lake
Met merpeople and rescued two of people
They say I have hero complex
I didn't really mind
Walked my way around in the maze
Found Cedric in the center
We both took the cup
But we'd been portkeyed to a graveyard
He died before my eyes
Lifeless and so helpless
Witnessed Voldemort's rebirth
Then Dementors arrived with Dudley and me
Dreamed of corridors for months
Arthur Weasley was attacked
Voldemort sent Death Eaters to Hogwarts
Killed one of my classmate and housemate
Then he portkeyed me to Department of Mysteries
Duked it out all evening long
Suffered Cruciatus Curse
I did an Unforgiveable Curse
Tel me
Is that normal for someone at age fifteen?
No, I didn't think so
Oh, by the way, I lived in a cupboard inside a wealthy house.
Harry sighed, exhaling, and shut the book. He did feel much better, he swore that the world had been lifted off his shoulders. But he knew that it's only for the moment. The world did indeed weigh on his shoulders, all of some Prophecy. He got out of his chair that he had been sitting since he returned from the kitchen and walked into the family room and found Remus and Sirius speaking softly with each other.
"Hello," Harry interrupted them.
"Oh Harry, morning," Remus sat up a bit more straighter. Harry saw something in their eyes and grew a bit suspicous. "Harry, please sit down."
It wasn't really a request, more of an order for him to sit down. Harry walked over to an empty seat across from the two and cautiously sat down. 'What's going on?' Harry thought.
"I know you want to go back to Hogwarts tomorrow, but Dumbledore requests you to return today," spoke Remus.
"Why?" Harry asked, with a swell of anger emitting from the inside. 'Why did I have to go back a day sooner? I don't want to face them!' Harry thought angrily.
"I don't know, he really wants you to come back today," Remus exhaled.
"Fine," said Harry with hint of bitterness from his voice. He stood up from his chair and retreted back to his room.