Harry Makes Up His Mind
A/N FOUR DAY WEEKEND!!!!!! MWAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!! Stupid school system, Labor Day isn't until Monday!!!! Thanks for giving us Friday off, anyway though! Okay, I feel better. Minor change: all this is happening in June instead of July. Now, on a more Sirius note.
When he got into his room, he sat down at his desk with the intentions to write his friend letters about what he didn't know. He pulled out a piece of parchment, a quill and ink bottle, dipped the feather into the blue liquid, then wrote 'Hermione' at the top. He found that even after the events of that morning, could find nothing to say to her. He pulled out another piece of paper and wrote 'Ron' on this one, thinking that perhaps something would come to mind that he wanted to tell him, but nothing did. He sat there, staring blankly at the parchment, his quill held over the two pieces addressed to his friends, ink slowly dripping and making blue blotches on the off-white, blank letters. His two best friends, the people who made up the closest thing to a family he had, and he could think of nothing he wanted to write to them. There were plenty of things to say, plenty of things that he should tell them, but nothing he had the heart or energy to. The other person whom he even would have considered telling, was gone. Dead, and he, Harry, had just inherited his house. Sirius died because of his stupidity, his recklessness, and the fact that Harry cared about him. He died out of love, in more sense than one. Now there was hardly anyone Harry had any love for. The Weasleys, Hermione, Hagrid, Dumbledore; they were really the only ones left that. Then, a new thought popped in his head. Would his caring for them be enough to bring them to their end, as it had been for Sirius? Did Voldemort know how much he cared about them? He must; he knew that hey followed him into danger before. Would he attempt to get to Harry by taking them? He sat there, thinking for a long time and didn't notice his aunt's calls to breakfast. If he showed any type of emotion towards his friends, Voldemort could use it against him.There was nothing else for it; he would have to leave them. He couldn't go back to Hogwarts and put them all in danger. He had his cloak on and was mounting his broom, when he realized with irony that he was being reckless; something else that killed Sirius. Besides, if he left now, one of the Order would be sure to catch him. But then how would he get away? He was always being watched. Harry put his broom and cloak back in the closet and lied down on his bed. Was there any point in time during which he was not being watched? At Number 4; probably not. At Hogwarts; yes, but there he would be right under Dumbledore's nose, not to mention everyone else's. What about Grimmauld Place? He would be living in the same house as the people guarding him. He would be safer there than almost anywhere else. But that could put their guard down; thinking that if anything happened to Harry there, they would be sure to know. All he had to do was sneak out when no one was looking.
A/N Okay, that was a painfully short chapter, so I'll write and post the next at the same time as this one.
A/N FOUR DAY WEEKEND!!!!!! MWAHAHAHAH!!!!!!!!! Stupid school system, Labor Day isn't until Monday!!!! Thanks for giving us Friday off, anyway though! Okay, I feel better. Minor change: all this is happening in June instead of July. Now, on a more Sirius note.
When he got into his room, he sat down at his desk with the intentions to write his friend letters about what he didn't know. He pulled out a piece of parchment, a quill and ink bottle, dipped the feather into the blue liquid, then wrote 'Hermione' at the top. He found that even after the events of that morning, could find nothing to say to her. He pulled out another piece of paper and wrote 'Ron' on this one, thinking that perhaps something would come to mind that he wanted to tell him, but nothing did. He sat there, staring blankly at the parchment, his quill held over the two pieces addressed to his friends, ink slowly dripping and making blue blotches on the off-white, blank letters. His two best friends, the people who made up the closest thing to a family he had, and he could think of nothing he wanted to write to them. There were plenty of things to say, plenty of things that he should tell them, but nothing he had the heart or energy to. The other person whom he even would have considered telling, was gone. Dead, and he, Harry, had just inherited his house. Sirius died because of his stupidity, his recklessness, and the fact that Harry cared about him. He died out of love, in more sense than one. Now there was hardly anyone Harry had any love for. The Weasleys, Hermione, Hagrid, Dumbledore; they were really the only ones left that. Then, a new thought popped in his head. Would his caring for them be enough to bring them to their end, as it had been for Sirius? Did Voldemort know how much he cared about them? He must; he knew that hey followed him into danger before. Would he attempt to get to Harry by taking them? He sat there, thinking for a long time and didn't notice his aunt's calls to breakfast. If he showed any type of emotion towards his friends, Voldemort could use it against him.There was nothing else for it; he would have to leave them. He couldn't go back to Hogwarts and put them all in danger. He had his cloak on and was mounting his broom, when he realized with irony that he was being reckless; something else that killed Sirius. Besides, if he left now, one of the Order would be sure to catch him. But then how would he get away? He was always being watched. Harry put his broom and cloak back in the closet and lied down on his bed. Was there any point in time during which he was not being watched? At Number 4; probably not. At Hogwarts; yes, but there he would be right under Dumbledore's nose, not to mention everyone else's. What about Grimmauld Place? He would be living in the same house as the people guarding him. He would be safer there than almost anywhere else. But that could put their guard down; thinking that if anything happened to Harry there, they would be sure to know. All he had to do was sneak out when no one was looking.
A/N Okay, that was a painfully short chapter, so I'll write and post the next at the same time as this one.