A/N: Haha, something ACTUALLY happens in this chapter. And I know that
you all want to know what is in Michelle's kitchen, and I know that it has
been a little while since I last updated, but that was because I was
writing four chapters at the same time (multi task.) Anyways, the
Michelle/Kitchen chapter will be coming out tomorrow night, I hope. Oh,
yes, the description HAS changed, because the previous one didn't seem
terribly appealing. Not enough Harry Potter and Co.
Harry Potter has returned to Hogwarts with his friends. But things have changed for him since his God Father's death last year, and he is beginning to feel the repercussions. Slowly Harry fights internal conflicts, and Ron and Hermione begin to worry about him. Then one day when Harry disappears in the middle of the night, is he just following in the footsteps of his aunt, or is there foul play afoot?
Between The Heavens, a Trial of Faith: Chapter 6, Echoes in the Wind
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"He looks just like his father, but he's got Lily's eyes," the voices echoed in Harry's thoughts. How many times had someone told that to him? Too many to count. And with the growing realization that had started last year ever since he had witnessed Snape's "worst memory", he was beginning to come to terms with the fact that he was neither one of his parents. It left him feeling empty and lost, years before when people had marveled at his uncanny resemblance to James, Harry had been more than happy to imagine that he must like his father in more ways than just appearance.
If it had not been for Mad Eye Moody's threat weeks ago, after being picked up from the Hogwarts express, Harry doubted if Uncle Vernon would have let the owl back in the house. And after much protest, Hedwig was allowed indoors every three days, only for the appropriate amount of time that it would take Harry to attach a letter to her leg and let her off.
Harry finished his most recent letter and read it over.
Dear Ron, Hermione and the rest of the Order I'm doing fine—(thanks for the cakes, Mrs. Weasley.) Looking forward to next semester, and hoping to be able to play Quidditch. I'm loaded down with homework presently, and nothing else really to say. I hope to see you all at Diagon Alley in a few weeks. From, Harry.
Yes, he thought, that seemed mild enough. He didn't want Missus Weasley fussing over him due to Sirius's recent death, and he was sure he didn't want anyone thinking that he'd been spending the entire summer locked up in his room, staring, simply fascinated with the veins in his wrists. It was hypnotic in a poetic sense.
"No," he whispered to the wall, "no, Sirius, I'm not like James, am I?"
At time Harry felt upset with his late Godfather, upset that he'd come into his life, and upset that he had left so abruptly.
"Damn this," he whispered, "damn it all to hell."
Harry got up and trudged down the stairs, something that he liked to avoid doing. But the fact was that the human body needed to be nourished every few hours or so, and he was a slave to the grumbling in his stomach.
"What are you doing?" Aunt Petunia shrieked, startled by his appearance in the kitchen.
"I'm hungry," he grumbled.
"Cucumber in the fridge," she said, "Duddey was going to have it, but he's been so good on his diet—"
Harry fought the urge to laugh as he watched Dudley wallow in his own fat, gorging his piggy little face on glazed doughnuts. The diet had ended, and Dudley's health, heart and mass had returned to their original state.
Harry rummaged through the fridge and took the cucumber, and getting a chair from himself, sat across from his cousin.
The summer was only a month spent, and Harry would have to endure another month with his closest relatives. Albeit, in Ron's previous letter he had mentioned Harry coming to spend time with him, but right now, Harry didn't particularly want to see Ron or Hermione. Not that he was mad at them, to say the least, but they reminded him so much of the fateful night in the Department of Mysteries, and every time he looked into their pleading eyes, he wanted to die, he wanted so many things right now.
Harry met Dudley's eyes, then the eyes of Vernon, who had wandered in. Both glares spelt hate. He shrugged his shoulders and pulled himself up, grabbed his small portion of cucumber and slumped up the stairs to his room.
Harry picked up his letter and let Hedwig into the house, she nipped and swooped around him happily, knowing that past events had caused him trouble and pain. Before he could attach the letter to her leg, though, she flew to her water and drank thirstily. Harry looked up from his cucumber, only to see a black and white owl fluttering in. He had never seen this owl before in his life, though he assumed that it could only be from Professor McGonagall with his school last.
Alas, no. Tawny swooped down and perched herself next to Harry, he did indeed look like Master's own child. His aura was inviting and warm, and Tawny felt safe with him, as she felt safe when she was with Master.
Tawny knew that this was Harry, the boy who Master sometimes thought of when she thought of James, or "him". And Tawny trusted that this Harry, whom ever he may be, would return Master's ring to her, for he was like Dumbledore, this ring would mean something to him.
"What you got there?" Harry asked, unwrapping Tawny's claws to reveal a small ring. He had never seen this in his life, and Harry for the first time felt very exposed, knowing that it could be a trap.
"Sorry, it's not mine, must belong to someone else," Harry muttered, trying to shoo the owl away.
No! Tawny thought furiously, I know who's it is, but you must find her, and give it to her.
"Get out of here," Harry practically shouted, but didn't for fear that his voice would carry downstairs.
Tawny nipped at him, trying to make him understand what she was trying to say. This was Master's engagement ring, she he taken it to Dumbledore and he took no notice of it, so now she brought it to Harry, Master's own kin. Tawny knew that he would find Master and give it to her, he had to, or else Master's Sirius would be lost forever. Or at least, the last part of Sirius she had left, Tawny had heard Master say.
Harry caved in, not knowing what he should do with this persistent owl. His eyes watered as he realized that under normal circumstances he would have sent a letter to Sirius explaining the odd behavior. But Sirius was dead. Who else could he send this owl to?
Lupin.
The answer came through like floodgates, Lupin would help him.
"OK," Harry said slowly, "I don't know who you are trying to send this to, but listen, it's not mine, and I don't know who's it is. So, I need you to send this ring and this letter to Professor Remus Lupin, he'll take care of you.
Harry waved a blank piece of parchment in front of the owl, and began to attach both to her leg. Tawny was smart, for an owl at least, and knew there was something wrong. She knew Remus Lupin, Master sometimes thought of him too, but not as much as Sirius or James, not nearly as much.
Write something! Tawny thought urgently, you need to write to him, tell him what you are doing!
But Harry took no notice to the fact that he was about to send Tawny off with a blank piece of paper instead of a letter; he seemed dazed and confused, as if he was in another planet.
Harry Potter has returned to Hogwarts with his friends. But things have changed for him since his God Father's death last year, and he is beginning to feel the repercussions. Slowly Harry fights internal conflicts, and Ron and Hermione begin to worry about him. Then one day when Harry disappears in the middle of the night, is he just following in the footsteps of his aunt, or is there foul play afoot?
Between The Heavens, a Trial of Faith: Chapter 6, Echoes in the Wind
********************
"He looks just like his father, but he's got Lily's eyes," the voices echoed in Harry's thoughts. How many times had someone told that to him? Too many to count. And with the growing realization that had started last year ever since he had witnessed Snape's "worst memory", he was beginning to come to terms with the fact that he was neither one of his parents. It left him feeling empty and lost, years before when people had marveled at his uncanny resemblance to James, Harry had been more than happy to imagine that he must like his father in more ways than just appearance.
If it had not been for Mad Eye Moody's threat weeks ago, after being picked up from the Hogwarts express, Harry doubted if Uncle Vernon would have let the owl back in the house. And after much protest, Hedwig was allowed indoors every three days, only for the appropriate amount of time that it would take Harry to attach a letter to her leg and let her off.
Harry finished his most recent letter and read it over.
Dear Ron, Hermione and the rest of the Order I'm doing fine—(thanks for the cakes, Mrs. Weasley.) Looking forward to next semester, and hoping to be able to play Quidditch. I'm loaded down with homework presently, and nothing else really to say. I hope to see you all at Diagon Alley in a few weeks. From, Harry.
Yes, he thought, that seemed mild enough. He didn't want Missus Weasley fussing over him due to Sirius's recent death, and he was sure he didn't want anyone thinking that he'd been spending the entire summer locked up in his room, staring, simply fascinated with the veins in his wrists. It was hypnotic in a poetic sense.
"No," he whispered to the wall, "no, Sirius, I'm not like James, am I?"
At time Harry felt upset with his late Godfather, upset that he'd come into his life, and upset that he had left so abruptly.
"Damn this," he whispered, "damn it all to hell."
Harry got up and trudged down the stairs, something that he liked to avoid doing. But the fact was that the human body needed to be nourished every few hours or so, and he was a slave to the grumbling in his stomach.
"What are you doing?" Aunt Petunia shrieked, startled by his appearance in the kitchen.
"I'm hungry," he grumbled.
"Cucumber in the fridge," she said, "Duddey was going to have it, but he's been so good on his diet—"
Harry fought the urge to laugh as he watched Dudley wallow in his own fat, gorging his piggy little face on glazed doughnuts. The diet had ended, and Dudley's health, heart and mass had returned to their original state.
Harry rummaged through the fridge and took the cucumber, and getting a chair from himself, sat across from his cousin.
The summer was only a month spent, and Harry would have to endure another month with his closest relatives. Albeit, in Ron's previous letter he had mentioned Harry coming to spend time with him, but right now, Harry didn't particularly want to see Ron or Hermione. Not that he was mad at them, to say the least, but they reminded him so much of the fateful night in the Department of Mysteries, and every time he looked into their pleading eyes, he wanted to die, he wanted so many things right now.
Harry met Dudley's eyes, then the eyes of Vernon, who had wandered in. Both glares spelt hate. He shrugged his shoulders and pulled himself up, grabbed his small portion of cucumber and slumped up the stairs to his room.
Harry picked up his letter and let Hedwig into the house, she nipped and swooped around him happily, knowing that past events had caused him trouble and pain. Before he could attach the letter to her leg, though, she flew to her water and drank thirstily. Harry looked up from his cucumber, only to see a black and white owl fluttering in. He had never seen this owl before in his life, though he assumed that it could only be from Professor McGonagall with his school last.
Alas, no. Tawny swooped down and perched herself next to Harry, he did indeed look like Master's own child. His aura was inviting and warm, and Tawny felt safe with him, as she felt safe when she was with Master.
Tawny knew that this was Harry, the boy who Master sometimes thought of when she thought of James, or "him". And Tawny trusted that this Harry, whom ever he may be, would return Master's ring to her, for he was like Dumbledore, this ring would mean something to him.
"What you got there?" Harry asked, unwrapping Tawny's claws to reveal a small ring. He had never seen this in his life, and Harry for the first time felt very exposed, knowing that it could be a trap.
"Sorry, it's not mine, must belong to someone else," Harry muttered, trying to shoo the owl away.
No! Tawny thought furiously, I know who's it is, but you must find her, and give it to her.
"Get out of here," Harry practically shouted, but didn't for fear that his voice would carry downstairs.
Tawny nipped at him, trying to make him understand what she was trying to say. This was Master's engagement ring, she he taken it to Dumbledore and he took no notice of it, so now she brought it to Harry, Master's own kin. Tawny knew that he would find Master and give it to her, he had to, or else Master's Sirius would be lost forever. Or at least, the last part of Sirius she had left, Tawny had heard Master say.
Harry caved in, not knowing what he should do with this persistent owl. His eyes watered as he realized that under normal circumstances he would have sent a letter to Sirius explaining the odd behavior. But Sirius was dead. Who else could he send this owl to?
Lupin.
The answer came through like floodgates, Lupin would help him.
"OK," Harry said slowly, "I don't know who you are trying to send this to, but listen, it's not mine, and I don't know who's it is. So, I need you to send this ring and this letter to Professor Remus Lupin, he'll take care of you.
Harry waved a blank piece of parchment in front of the owl, and began to attach both to her leg. Tawny was smart, for an owl at least, and knew there was something wrong. She knew Remus Lupin, Master sometimes thought of him too, but not as much as Sirius or James, not nearly as much.
Write something! Tawny thought urgently, you need to write to him, tell him what you are doing!
But Harry took no notice to the fact that he was about to send Tawny off with a blank piece of paper instead of a letter; he seemed dazed and confused, as if he was in another planet.