Buckbeak.
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Harry lay in his bed at Grimmauld Place. He hated this place, it had to many memories. He had now been there for three straight hours and had not talked to anyone. He didn't want to. Nobody understood his pain. Why couldn't they just have let him stay at Privet Drive?
He thought about to go look for Ron and Hermione. He did want to talk to them, but something in the back of his head, told him not to go look for him. What did they think of him? Did they think he had gotten mad; by the way he had stormed out of the kitchen? He didn't care what they thought about it, he just did, what he did.
Harry closed his eyes and thought about how great life must have been, if his parents and Sirius were not dead. If he was not marked with this scar; if he was not popular, for something he didn't even remember.
His thoughts were soon interrupted by a knock on the door. And two very familiar persons walked in. It was his two best friends, Ron and Hermione. "Hi Harry, how are you feeling?" Hermione said in a sweet voice. It was obvious she didn't want to get him mad.
"Like hell." Harry said. He didn't look at them, he couldn't.
"I'm so sorry for you Harry." Hermione said, she threw her arms around his neck and hugged him.
"You don't have to be. It's all my fault." he could feel tears in his eyes, but he held them back. He didn't want to cry in front of his two best friends.
"Harry how can you say that?" Ron said, "It's not your fault. You couldn't do anything."
"What do you know? You haven't lost both of your parents and you Godfather and seen another person get killed by Voldemort!"
Harry was now standing up, heading for the door, when Ron said trying to comfort him; "For God sake, Harry. I'm just trying to help you. I'm your friend, what else should I do?"
Harry turned around; he hadn't asked him, to come up to the room. "Well, YOU COULD LEAVE ME ALONE!" he screamed at his best friend, storming out the door. Not knowing where he was going, he ran as long away from the room where he had talked to Ron and Hermione.
But when he came to the highest and the far end of the house he walked in to a room, where he was pleased to see Buckbeak. He walked slowly over to the great creature and bowed. It looked at Harry for a short moment before it bowed at him. Harry walked over to it and strokes its head. Harry sat down next to Buckbeak and started to talk. He didn't care that it probably couldn't understand a word of what he was saying. It was just nice for him to talk to somebody.
The time passed quickly. Harry didn't know how long he had been with Buckbeak, but it was nice. He kept talking. He said whatever came into his mind. But to Harry's great surprise, Buckbeak seamed like it understood what he was saying. Like Buckbeak knew him. Buckbeak lay down next to Harry, with its head on Harry's lap, while Harry was stroking it. It looked in Harry's eyes like it wanted to say something.
Harry suddenly got a slight shock, when he looked into its eyes that caused Buckbeak to jump to its feet. It was like he recognized those eyes. But he couldn't remember where from.
After staring at Buckbeak for a second, he heard his stomach grumble. He rose to his feet and headed for the door. "I'll be back. I just wanted to get some food." Buckbeak nodded like it understood him.
He walked down to the kitchen. He didn't meet anyone at this far end of the house; it was like nobody used it. He was walking in his own little world, when he bumped into someone; it was the last person he wanted to meet, the last person he wanted to talk to right now. It was Cho Chang. His old crush. She was starting her seventh year at Hogwarts. 'Of all people, why her' Harry thought.
She was searching for words, when she finally said hi.
"Hi Cho, how are you doing?" Harry asked. He just wanted this conversation to end.
"I'm fine, how about you?"
Harry narrowed his eyes. Why kept everyone asking that question? Haven't anyone heard his Godfather was dead? Why couldn't they just ask something else? "I have had it better." Harry said looking at his shoes.
"What's wrong?" Cho asked with a worried look on her face.
Harry looked at her wit great surprise. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. 'What's wrong?' "Nothing." Harry said, as he walked past her. He walked into the kitchen in silence; he didn't want anyone to see him. He grabbed some food and headed back upstairs. He noticed the door to the room where Buckbeak were, was open. He got in and looked around. There at Buckbeak's side sat Remus Lupin.
"Hi Harry. Beautiful creature isn't he?" Lupin said, not even looking at Harry.
"I'm sorry about earlier today." Harry said looking at his feet's.
"You don't have to be sorry. I know you miss him a lot." Lupin said, still not looking at Harry. It was like he couldn't take his eyes of Buckbeak.
"I guess I was just hoping that I one day might move in here, with him. Like he promised to me." Harry said. A few tears found their way down his cheek.
Lupin looked at him for the first time now. "Well you can live in this house from now on," Lupin said, a smile appeared on his face; "it belongs to you, Harry." he took out a piece of parchment from his pocket. "Look, it says right here, that he has no family left, so the Noble House of Black will belong to Mr H. Potter."
"Why me?"
"Because you are his Godson, you were the closest to family he has!" Lupin said. There was a long silence after this. They both didn't know what to say or do. Lupin finally managed to say something. "Well Harry, are you going to share that food with us or are you eating it alone?"
Please Read and Review. Nothing Is My Own. ********************
Harry lay in his bed at Grimmauld Place. He hated this place, it had to many memories. He had now been there for three straight hours and had not talked to anyone. He didn't want to. Nobody understood his pain. Why couldn't they just have let him stay at Privet Drive?
He thought about to go look for Ron and Hermione. He did want to talk to them, but something in the back of his head, told him not to go look for him. What did they think of him? Did they think he had gotten mad; by the way he had stormed out of the kitchen? He didn't care what they thought about it, he just did, what he did.
Harry closed his eyes and thought about how great life must have been, if his parents and Sirius were not dead. If he was not marked with this scar; if he was not popular, for something he didn't even remember.
His thoughts were soon interrupted by a knock on the door. And two very familiar persons walked in. It was his two best friends, Ron and Hermione. "Hi Harry, how are you feeling?" Hermione said in a sweet voice. It was obvious she didn't want to get him mad.
"Like hell." Harry said. He didn't look at them, he couldn't.
"I'm so sorry for you Harry." Hermione said, she threw her arms around his neck and hugged him.
"You don't have to be. It's all my fault." he could feel tears in his eyes, but he held them back. He didn't want to cry in front of his two best friends.
"Harry how can you say that?" Ron said, "It's not your fault. You couldn't do anything."
"What do you know? You haven't lost both of your parents and you Godfather and seen another person get killed by Voldemort!"
Harry was now standing up, heading for the door, when Ron said trying to comfort him; "For God sake, Harry. I'm just trying to help you. I'm your friend, what else should I do?"
Harry turned around; he hadn't asked him, to come up to the room. "Well, YOU COULD LEAVE ME ALONE!" he screamed at his best friend, storming out the door. Not knowing where he was going, he ran as long away from the room where he had talked to Ron and Hermione.
But when he came to the highest and the far end of the house he walked in to a room, where he was pleased to see Buckbeak. He walked slowly over to the great creature and bowed. It looked at Harry for a short moment before it bowed at him. Harry walked over to it and strokes its head. Harry sat down next to Buckbeak and started to talk. He didn't care that it probably couldn't understand a word of what he was saying. It was just nice for him to talk to somebody.
The time passed quickly. Harry didn't know how long he had been with Buckbeak, but it was nice. He kept talking. He said whatever came into his mind. But to Harry's great surprise, Buckbeak seamed like it understood what he was saying. Like Buckbeak knew him. Buckbeak lay down next to Harry, with its head on Harry's lap, while Harry was stroking it. It looked in Harry's eyes like it wanted to say something.
Harry suddenly got a slight shock, when he looked into its eyes that caused Buckbeak to jump to its feet. It was like he recognized those eyes. But he couldn't remember where from.
After staring at Buckbeak for a second, he heard his stomach grumble. He rose to his feet and headed for the door. "I'll be back. I just wanted to get some food." Buckbeak nodded like it understood him.
He walked down to the kitchen. He didn't meet anyone at this far end of the house; it was like nobody used it. He was walking in his own little world, when he bumped into someone; it was the last person he wanted to meet, the last person he wanted to talk to right now. It was Cho Chang. His old crush. She was starting her seventh year at Hogwarts. 'Of all people, why her' Harry thought.
She was searching for words, when she finally said hi.
"Hi Cho, how are you doing?" Harry asked. He just wanted this conversation to end.
"I'm fine, how about you?"
Harry narrowed his eyes. Why kept everyone asking that question? Haven't anyone heard his Godfather was dead? Why couldn't they just ask something else? "I have had it better." Harry said looking at his shoes.
"What's wrong?" Cho asked with a worried look on her face.
Harry looked at her wit great surprise. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. 'What's wrong?' "Nothing." Harry said, as he walked past her. He walked into the kitchen in silence; he didn't want anyone to see him. He grabbed some food and headed back upstairs. He noticed the door to the room where Buckbeak were, was open. He got in and looked around. There at Buckbeak's side sat Remus Lupin.
"Hi Harry. Beautiful creature isn't he?" Lupin said, not even looking at Harry.
"I'm sorry about earlier today." Harry said looking at his feet's.
"You don't have to be sorry. I know you miss him a lot." Lupin said, still not looking at Harry. It was like he couldn't take his eyes of Buckbeak.
"I guess I was just hoping that I one day might move in here, with him. Like he promised to me." Harry said. A few tears found their way down his cheek.
Lupin looked at him for the first time now. "Well you can live in this house from now on," Lupin said, a smile appeared on his face; "it belongs to you, Harry." he took out a piece of parchment from his pocket. "Look, it says right here, that he has no family left, so the Noble House of Black will belong to Mr H. Potter."
"Why me?"
"Because you are his Godson, you were the closest to family he has!" Lupin said. There was a long silence after this. They both didn't know what to say or do. Lupin finally managed to say something. "Well Harry, are you going to share that food with us or are you eating it alone?"