The Attempt
F.Y.I. No one knows the contents of the prophecy but Harry and Dumbledore. They haven't told the Order.
Harry sat in the chair for a long time after, thinking about everything far and in between, but mostly about what happened that night in the Department of Mysteries. He couldn't get away from the feeling that it was his fault that Sirius died. He knew what Dumbledore said, but all evidence seemed to point to him. If only he had remembered the mirrors, or listened to Hermione.
Footsteps were coming from the stairwell below. Harry jumped into the bed and pulled the threadbare covers over him. Just before the person reached the room, he shot a quick glance at Sirius, who got the message and began to snore almost obnoxiously. Just in time, Harry closed his eyes.
Someone knocked on the floor surrounding the small opening from the latter. Then the person stepped up into the attic room, and Harry heard the soft creak of someone sitting down in the old desk chair. The person sighed.
Then a soft voice sighed and said, "It's kind of nice up here." It was Lupin.
"He's probably up here to check on me. Make sure the 'Great Harry Potter' hasn't hurt himself." Harry thought spitefully.
"It's definitely quieter than down there. Ah, well," He said and stood up. "I don't want to wake him."
There were footsteps descending the ladder then the stairwell, and Harry and Sirius were left alone again. Before long Harry was no longer pretending to sleep.
Harry woke with a start hours later. He looked out the window. It was well into the night. Time to leave. He opened up his trunk and took out his broom and invisibility cloak, then remembering the last time he traveled by broom, put on his winter cloak.
"Where are you going, Harry?"
Harry jumped and spun around, then relaxed. It was only Sirius's portrait.
"I'm leaving."
"Well that's pretty obvious, but why? Where?"
"I dunno-somewhere other than here? I don't want anyone else to get hurt because of me. I have to leave. It's to keep them safe." He said and closed his trunk.
There was a pause, then: "Take me with you."
Harry turned around. "What?"
"Take me with you; I haven't been able to be there for you before, but now I can. I don't know what good I'll be, but I'll be there for you."
He thought for a moment. His portrait was pretty small and he would like the company. This kind couldn't get hurt, either.
"Alright." He said then picked up the small canvas and tucked it into the over-sized pockets of his winter cloak along with his wand. He went over to the foot of the bed, mounted his broom and covered himself with the invisibility cloak. He took one hand off of his broom, placed it on the bottom of the window and lifted it.
Suddenly, a high-pitched scream filled the air, and Harry threw off the invisibility cloak, dismounted his broom, and began to pull the window down. It was jammed. The noise, much like that of when you open up a book in the restricted section of the library, was going to wake the whole house.
The next moment, over a hundred wizards were galloping up the stairs. All of them were cramming themselves into the attic, their wands held out, looking around for something amiss.
"Get out of the way, out of the way, you fools! It's coming from the window!" Came a gruff voice belonging to Moody.
All heads instantly turned to Harry, who was still standing next to the blaring window in his black cloak.
"Harry, what happened?" Asked Lupin, panting from running all the way up to the attic.
"Who tried to open the window?" Asked Moody as he heaved on the window. The screaming ceased immediately.
"I, I er.It, it was getting stuffy in here." He mumbled. By this time all of his advance squad was in front of him.
Moody eyed him suspiciously with both eyes, widening them as they reached Harry's pocket. He quickly put his hand over it.
"It might help to take off your cloak next time, Potter." Snape sneered.
"Er, yeah." Harry said, trying desperately not to cause any more trouble.
"Okay, there's nothing wrong here. You can all go back to your rooms." Said Lupin as he made a shooing motion to the crowd of members. One by one the filed out of the attic until Mad-Eye was the only one left lingering in the room.
"I don't imagine Sirius likes being in your pocket much." He said to Harry, then turned and went down the ladder as well.
F.Y.I. No one knows the contents of the prophecy but Harry and Dumbledore. They haven't told the Order.
Harry sat in the chair for a long time after, thinking about everything far and in between, but mostly about what happened that night in the Department of Mysteries. He couldn't get away from the feeling that it was his fault that Sirius died. He knew what Dumbledore said, but all evidence seemed to point to him. If only he had remembered the mirrors, or listened to Hermione.
Footsteps were coming from the stairwell below. Harry jumped into the bed and pulled the threadbare covers over him. Just before the person reached the room, he shot a quick glance at Sirius, who got the message and began to snore almost obnoxiously. Just in time, Harry closed his eyes.
Someone knocked on the floor surrounding the small opening from the latter. Then the person stepped up into the attic room, and Harry heard the soft creak of someone sitting down in the old desk chair. The person sighed.
Then a soft voice sighed and said, "It's kind of nice up here." It was Lupin.
"He's probably up here to check on me. Make sure the 'Great Harry Potter' hasn't hurt himself." Harry thought spitefully.
"It's definitely quieter than down there. Ah, well," He said and stood up. "I don't want to wake him."
There were footsteps descending the ladder then the stairwell, and Harry and Sirius were left alone again. Before long Harry was no longer pretending to sleep.
Harry woke with a start hours later. He looked out the window. It was well into the night. Time to leave. He opened up his trunk and took out his broom and invisibility cloak, then remembering the last time he traveled by broom, put on his winter cloak.
"Where are you going, Harry?"
Harry jumped and spun around, then relaxed. It was only Sirius's portrait.
"I'm leaving."
"Well that's pretty obvious, but why? Where?"
"I dunno-somewhere other than here? I don't want anyone else to get hurt because of me. I have to leave. It's to keep them safe." He said and closed his trunk.
There was a pause, then: "Take me with you."
Harry turned around. "What?"
"Take me with you; I haven't been able to be there for you before, but now I can. I don't know what good I'll be, but I'll be there for you."
He thought for a moment. His portrait was pretty small and he would like the company. This kind couldn't get hurt, either.
"Alright." He said then picked up the small canvas and tucked it into the over-sized pockets of his winter cloak along with his wand. He went over to the foot of the bed, mounted his broom and covered himself with the invisibility cloak. He took one hand off of his broom, placed it on the bottom of the window and lifted it.
Suddenly, a high-pitched scream filled the air, and Harry threw off the invisibility cloak, dismounted his broom, and began to pull the window down. It was jammed. The noise, much like that of when you open up a book in the restricted section of the library, was going to wake the whole house.
The next moment, over a hundred wizards were galloping up the stairs. All of them were cramming themselves into the attic, their wands held out, looking around for something amiss.
"Get out of the way, out of the way, you fools! It's coming from the window!" Came a gruff voice belonging to Moody.
All heads instantly turned to Harry, who was still standing next to the blaring window in his black cloak.
"Harry, what happened?" Asked Lupin, panting from running all the way up to the attic.
"Who tried to open the window?" Asked Moody as he heaved on the window. The screaming ceased immediately.
"I, I er.It, it was getting stuffy in here." He mumbled. By this time all of his advance squad was in front of him.
Moody eyed him suspiciously with both eyes, widening them as they reached Harry's pocket. He quickly put his hand over it.
"It might help to take off your cloak next time, Potter." Snape sneered.
"Er, yeah." Harry said, trying desperately not to cause any more trouble.
"Okay, there's nothing wrong here. You can all go back to your rooms." Said Lupin as he made a shooing motion to the crowd of members. One by one the filed out of the attic until Mad-Eye was the only one left lingering in the room.
"I don't imagine Sirius likes being in your pocket much." He said to Harry, then turned and went down the ladder as well.