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Rating : Well currently it rated as PG 13 (just to be save).
Crystal - Thanks for be my 1st reviewer. This make me want to post more.
There was nothing new in Privet Drive during that weekend, beside some remark from Mr. Dursley how much he earned after he sold the old newspaper and old magazines at the recycle centre. "Hmm…£3 (£ is Pound sign for all of you who don't know about it)! I bought all of those more than £10", complained Mr. Dursley to Mrs. Dursley after he was backed from the recycle center. Well, he had given the money that he got to Dudley, and Dudley had spent it all on buying some stuff for his friends. All that Harry can guess was that he spent it on cigarettes.
As for Mrs. Dursley, she never said anything on this whole affair. In Harry's eyes, she tried to make excuses so he could not be around the house. Well Harry took this opportunity to stay at Mrs. Figg's house during the afternoon. "Well at least I can find out any wizarding news from her", thought Harry before he went off.
He was well received at Mrs. Figg's house. He spent the whole afternoon by watching television (which was not allowed by the Dursley previously), eating chocolate frogs and reading the backdated Daily Prophet newspapers cover to cover. At least he did not need to fish out the news from dustbin anymore. There was not much news on Daily Prophet regarding on what Harry wanted to know most, Voldemort and the Death Eaters. There was no funny disappearance or unusual accident yet.
There was news that interested to him; Sirius's name had been cleared by the Minister of Magic. "I wish he can read the news", said Harry almost unheard.
Harry couldn't continue reading the news. He felt tears falling from his eyes. He quickly wiped it off and folded the newspaper as he heard Mrs. Figg's voice, "Are you ok Harry?" as she entered the living room with a mug of hot chocolate. "Nothing. It just dust in my eyes", lied Harry with a pretending smile.SIRIUS BLACK WAS NOT A DEATH EATER
'In news conference on Monday morning, Minister for Magic; Cornelius Fudge confirmed that Sirius Black was not a death eater.
'"After some new investigation on Black and other death eaters, and also discussion with members or the Wizengamot, we have concluded that he was not a death eater. With my regret, Sirius Black has died about two weeks ago in a terrible accident. The accident cannot be revealed in here as it has been requested by his family members and fellow friends. Black has been founded not guilty after there was evidence that he was being framed by another wizard."
'Currently, the Ministry did not give any name about the other wizard who has framed Black on the incident.
"So Mrs. Figg, where's Dung?" asked Harry to divert the situation. "That no-good-to-nothing man was out. May be for a new deal on stolen-goods. He never learns his lesson", grunted Mrs. Figg. "Well what really his relation to you?" asked Harry further.
"Well he actually is my third cousin from my mother side. He always with the wrong sort, since he was in Hogwarts. Luckily he never got into the Dark side."
Harry just smiled. Well just last summer, Mundugus Fletcher left from his duty on watching over Harry for a stolen cauldron business. Suddenly, it hit Harry to asked Mrs. Figg…"Mrs. Figg can ask you another question? Well it kind of personal question," asked him slowly.
"What is it boy?"
"Well since you're a mistress as for your title in your name of course, so where's your husband?" asked him rather shyly.
"My husband was a wizard. He was killed by the death eaters during You-know-who was at his peaked time. I was away for my family funeral and he couldn't be with me as he was needed at the Ministry of Magic."
"Sorry to hear that", said Harry slowly.
"Nothing to be sorry about. If you in the line to fight You-know-who, eventually you need to face this kind of news. He was a brave man", said Mrs. Figg as she smiled at Harry.
"I take the offer from Dumbledore to keep an eye on you since you were a baby. It is my gratitude to you". "Gratitude to me?" asked Harry in puzzled. "Well you stop him the night he attacked your home, right? Since I'm a squib, the only thanks I can give you is to make sure you're alright from the wizarding world. Well but not from the Dursley, that was beyond my authority", explained Mrs. Figg.
That evening Harry backed to his room with two new stories; Sirius was no longer a convict and Mrs. Figg's husband. "I wish he still here to read the news", said him quietly as he watched the sunset from his bedroom window. "No matter where you are, Sirius, I hope you're happy with the news", said him as he felt the warm of the crimson sunset onto his face.