The week passed on quite slowly. First of all, I had to do a whole bunch of
signing crap to get all my legal stuff. And when that was all over, I had
to go to Gringotts and get my own vault opened up rather than using Sirius
Black's. Or dad's I should say. And then I had to go to Grimauld Place and
open it up. Believe me, the moment I stepped in there was like hell.
"BLOOD TRAITORS AND MUDBLOODS ARE BACK! BUT HOW CAN IT BE? BETRAYING MY FOREFATHERS FOR MUDBLOODS AND HALF BREEDS!" I know it wasn't funny, but I just had to laugh. And at my own grandmother too... I cracked up and went over to the portrait of my mother. I didn't mind a good screaming match-she would make a good competitor.
"WILL YOU STOPE FREAKIN SCREAMING? WE'RE ALL GOING TO GO DEAF HERE GRANDMA!" The portrait stopped screaming. I knew I hit the jackpot. The woman almost sounded humane! Cruel, but humane.
"What did you just call me?" she whispered coldly.
"Grandma," I said, acting fake cheerfulness. Oh what wouldn't I give to beat the crap out of her if she was still alive... Now I know why dad walked out on her, from what Lupin's told me.
"Grandma? My sons did not have children," she whispered.
"Well one of 'em did," I said.
"Oh please tell me that it was Regulus-please!"
"Yeah right-like anybody would go out with uncle Reg-from what I've heard, he wasn't pleasant. Nope, guess whose kid I am? Sirius'!" I exclaimed in my false voice. You should have seen the portrait of the evil woman. Had she been real, she would have cried real tears. Instead she cried portrait ones. She sobbed hysterically, but I couldn't feel sorry for her.
"What's the matter grams? Mom isn't a muggle or anything you know," I said. I was going to play with her mind. "In fact, she was a pure blood-one of the McKinleys!" I don't know what I said that made her so happy, but all of a sudden she stopped howling and grinned a horrible grin like a Cheshire cat.
"McKinley? Good family-all Slytherins..." Suddenly she stopped grinning. "Except for their one blood traitor FILTHY SCUM BAG DAUGHTER! I SUPPOSE THAT'S WHO YOUR MOTHER IS?"
"YOU B! DON'T YOU DARE INSULT MY MOTHER!"? I was quite pissed off, and then the next thing I knew, the portrait was burning, and then the ashes disappeared. The Weasleys and everybody stared at me.
"What are you all looking at?" I snapped. Suddenly, they all became interested in their shoes.
"Yes... Well now that you are here, I suppose we shall get moving in," said Dumbledore finally.
"Good. I want to see what this house really is like. I doubt that it'll be any good though, considering the fact that SHE was here."
"Yeah, where's Kreacher, anyways?" asked Fred or George Weasley.
"Who the hell is Kreacher?"
"Mind your tongue, Freida!" exclaimed Vivian.
"Whatever. Who the HECK is Kreacher?"
"Bloody evil house elf, that's who," said Ron. "It's his fault that Sirius is dead." I froze.
"What?"
Everybody burst into explanation about this Kreacher. When I finally got a straight answer out of them, I decided not to kill the elf. After all, Harry HAD known dad much better than I ever did. I'd let Harry do the honours. And it was just my luck that he happened to appear right then and there by portkey with Mad Eye Moody.
Harry had been looking forward to meeting the girl in his vision. From what everyone had told him by owl, she was quite nasty tempered. And she had the power to travel in time. This was what had interested Harry the most. Time travel. He could go back in time and save Sirius, and his parents! It'd be perfect. Except that Voldemort would be back in full power...And more people would be dead. And the world would be a disaster. Harry sighed as Mad Eye motioned for him to get ready for the portkey. Maybe perhaps, he could kill off Voldemort in the past! Then everything would be alright. Harry smiled. He'd have to think about this, and discuss this with Hermione and the girl, Frieda something or other. Hermione would go over the plans and flaws if she agreed.
Harry landed with a thump at Number 12 Grimauld Place. He was quite thankful that the defences were down for just those 30 seconds, because he couldn't stand the thought of having to travel through the arctic or something. He looked around him. Everybody had stopped talking. Harry frowned. Something was not right. Then he got it.
"Where's Mrs. Black's portrait?"
"She burned it," everybody said in unison, pointing at Frieda. Harry stared at her. She didn't look special. But then again, neither did he. Frieda did have thick silky black hair that went up to her elbows, and she was quite scrawny. Just like Harry himself. Scrawny. She was scowling. Her deep blue eyes that were nearly hidden under her thick eyelashes were flaming, and her head was cocked slightly to her left side, and she pushed out her under lip just the slightest.
"The woman got on my nerves," she muttered.
"She got on everybody's nerves. What I want to know is how you did that," said Ron in awe.
"Did what?" asked Harry without bothering to greet anybody.
"She burned the portrait without a wand or anything!"
"Accidental magic," she muttered.
"Brilliant magic you mean! Do you have any idea how many times we tried to get rid of the old hag?" asked Fred or George in awe.
"Yeah, and Kreacher too-what wouldn't I give to see him here, watching his 'poor old mistress' burning!" exclaimed the other twin. Suddenly everybody fell silent. They turned to look at Harry, who was fuming. Frieda looked at him hard before saying,
"No matter how much I want to kill the evil elf right now, I think I'll leave that to you. I mean, you've known Sirius longer." Harry stared at Frieda, his eyebrows raised.
"Why would you want to kill him? Do you even know him?"
"No, not particularly. Just from what everybody's told me, he sounds evil, and he killed dad," Frieda stopped speaking. Harry wasn't ready for this.
"What did you just call Sirius?"
"Er, oh-oh whatever! Dad-there, I said it. He was my dad, but he didn't know I existed so it doesn't matter. Just go kill the damn elf." Harry stood there in shock. Everybody else patted his back sympathetically, when Hermione burst through the door.
"What is this Jerry Springer? Why does everybody keep popping up like that?" thought Frieda out loud. Hermione blushed.
"Hi-I'm Frieda."
"I'm Hermione." Tonks came in after her. "I overheard what you were saying, and I know what Kreacher did was wrong, but you mustn't kill him Harry!"
"ARGHH! You and your spew!" exclaimed Ron in frustration.
"It's S. P. E. W!" said Hermione indignantly. Most people backed out of the room except for Harry, Frieda and Dumbledore.
"Hermione's right, Harry. Do not kill Kreacher. Don't sink to the level of the Death Eaters."
"ARGH!!! Don't compare me to them! I've dealt with Sirius' dying quite calmly, don't you think? I didn't slip into a depression, did I? So just let me do this one thing and kill the evil elf!!"
"I'm sorry Harry, but you cannot do that." Harry snarled before exiting the room.
"What's S. P. E. W?" asked Frieda.
"Spew is some stupid organization for the aid of house elves," Ron snapped.
"IT's S. P. E. W! It's been four years, so just get the name right already!" screeched Hermione. Frieda rolled her eyes before exiting the room.
"BLOOD TRAITORS AND MUDBLOODS ARE BACK! BUT HOW CAN IT BE? BETRAYING MY FOREFATHERS FOR MUDBLOODS AND HALF BREEDS!" I know it wasn't funny, but I just had to laugh. And at my own grandmother too... I cracked up and went over to the portrait of my mother. I didn't mind a good screaming match-she would make a good competitor.
"WILL YOU STOPE FREAKIN SCREAMING? WE'RE ALL GOING TO GO DEAF HERE GRANDMA!" The portrait stopped screaming. I knew I hit the jackpot. The woman almost sounded humane! Cruel, but humane.
"What did you just call me?" she whispered coldly.
"Grandma," I said, acting fake cheerfulness. Oh what wouldn't I give to beat the crap out of her if she was still alive... Now I know why dad walked out on her, from what Lupin's told me.
"Grandma? My sons did not have children," she whispered.
"Well one of 'em did," I said.
"Oh please tell me that it was Regulus-please!"
"Yeah right-like anybody would go out with uncle Reg-from what I've heard, he wasn't pleasant. Nope, guess whose kid I am? Sirius'!" I exclaimed in my false voice. You should have seen the portrait of the evil woman. Had she been real, she would have cried real tears. Instead she cried portrait ones. She sobbed hysterically, but I couldn't feel sorry for her.
"What's the matter grams? Mom isn't a muggle or anything you know," I said. I was going to play with her mind. "In fact, she was a pure blood-one of the McKinleys!" I don't know what I said that made her so happy, but all of a sudden she stopped howling and grinned a horrible grin like a Cheshire cat.
"McKinley? Good family-all Slytherins..." Suddenly she stopped grinning. "Except for their one blood traitor FILTHY SCUM BAG DAUGHTER! I SUPPOSE THAT'S WHO YOUR MOTHER IS?"
"YOU B! DON'T YOU DARE INSULT MY MOTHER!"? I was quite pissed off, and then the next thing I knew, the portrait was burning, and then the ashes disappeared. The Weasleys and everybody stared at me.
"What are you all looking at?" I snapped. Suddenly, they all became interested in their shoes.
"Yes... Well now that you are here, I suppose we shall get moving in," said Dumbledore finally.
"Good. I want to see what this house really is like. I doubt that it'll be any good though, considering the fact that SHE was here."
"Yeah, where's Kreacher, anyways?" asked Fred or George Weasley.
"Who the hell is Kreacher?"
"Mind your tongue, Freida!" exclaimed Vivian.
"Whatever. Who the HECK is Kreacher?"
"Bloody evil house elf, that's who," said Ron. "It's his fault that Sirius is dead." I froze.
"What?"
Everybody burst into explanation about this Kreacher. When I finally got a straight answer out of them, I decided not to kill the elf. After all, Harry HAD known dad much better than I ever did. I'd let Harry do the honours. And it was just my luck that he happened to appear right then and there by portkey with Mad Eye Moody.
Harry had been looking forward to meeting the girl in his vision. From what everyone had told him by owl, she was quite nasty tempered. And she had the power to travel in time. This was what had interested Harry the most. Time travel. He could go back in time and save Sirius, and his parents! It'd be perfect. Except that Voldemort would be back in full power...And more people would be dead. And the world would be a disaster. Harry sighed as Mad Eye motioned for him to get ready for the portkey. Maybe perhaps, he could kill off Voldemort in the past! Then everything would be alright. Harry smiled. He'd have to think about this, and discuss this with Hermione and the girl, Frieda something or other. Hermione would go over the plans and flaws if she agreed.
Harry landed with a thump at Number 12 Grimauld Place. He was quite thankful that the defences were down for just those 30 seconds, because he couldn't stand the thought of having to travel through the arctic or something. He looked around him. Everybody had stopped talking. Harry frowned. Something was not right. Then he got it.
"Where's Mrs. Black's portrait?"
"She burned it," everybody said in unison, pointing at Frieda. Harry stared at her. She didn't look special. But then again, neither did he. Frieda did have thick silky black hair that went up to her elbows, and she was quite scrawny. Just like Harry himself. Scrawny. She was scowling. Her deep blue eyes that were nearly hidden under her thick eyelashes were flaming, and her head was cocked slightly to her left side, and she pushed out her under lip just the slightest.
"The woman got on my nerves," she muttered.
"She got on everybody's nerves. What I want to know is how you did that," said Ron in awe.
"Did what?" asked Harry without bothering to greet anybody.
"She burned the portrait without a wand or anything!"
"Accidental magic," she muttered.
"Brilliant magic you mean! Do you have any idea how many times we tried to get rid of the old hag?" asked Fred or George in awe.
"Yeah, and Kreacher too-what wouldn't I give to see him here, watching his 'poor old mistress' burning!" exclaimed the other twin. Suddenly everybody fell silent. They turned to look at Harry, who was fuming. Frieda looked at him hard before saying,
"No matter how much I want to kill the evil elf right now, I think I'll leave that to you. I mean, you've known Sirius longer." Harry stared at Frieda, his eyebrows raised.
"Why would you want to kill him? Do you even know him?"
"No, not particularly. Just from what everybody's told me, he sounds evil, and he killed dad," Frieda stopped speaking. Harry wasn't ready for this.
"What did you just call Sirius?"
"Er, oh-oh whatever! Dad-there, I said it. He was my dad, but he didn't know I existed so it doesn't matter. Just go kill the damn elf." Harry stood there in shock. Everybody else patted his back sympathetically, when Hermione burst through the door.
"What is this Jerry Springer? Why does everybody keep popping up like that?" thought Frieda out loud. Hermione blushed.
"Hi-I'm Frieda."
"I'm Hermione." Tonks came in after her. "I overheard what you were saying, and I know what Kreacher did was wrong, but you mustn't kill him Harry!"
"ARGHH! You and your spew!" exclaimed Ron in frustration.
"It's S. P. E. W!" said Hermione indignantly. Most people backed out of the room except for Harry, Frieda and Dumbledore.
"Hermione's right, Harry. Do not kill Kreacher. Don't sink to the level of the Death Eaters."
"ARGH!!! Don't compare me to them! I've dealt with Sirius' dying quite calmly, don't you think? I didn't slip into a depression, did I? So just let me do this one thing and kill the evil elf!!"
"I'm sorry Harry, but you cannot do that." Harry snarled before exiting the room.
"What's S. P. E. W?" asked Frieda.
"Spew is some stupid organization for the aid of house elves," Ron snapped.
"IT's S. P. E. W! It's been four years, so just get the name right already!" screeched Hermione. Frieda rolled her eyes before exiting the room.