Disclaimer: I forgot about this, so this is gonna cover previous chapters
and the rest of the chapters to come, because I don't want to write this
again, so this covers all. I do not own Harry Potter or any other of J K
Rowling's characters. I do own the plot and some characters from my
imagination.
A/N: If you read this please review, I will continue posting even if I have no reviewers, but it's nice to know if people are reading and what they think.
Chapter 4
The next couple weeks passed in a blur. All Harry could remember was Hermione arriving, the small party the Weasley's threw for him birthday, and the peculiar way everyone was acting around him. The day after he had arrived Harry started noticing that people would talk in lowered voices when they thought he wasn't paying attention. People were going out of their way to be kind to him, and frankly Harry didn't know why. To add to his confusion he kept having the dream about the unknown girl. One day when they were sitting outside Harry to tell Ron and Hermione everything that was going through his head. He started off by asking about everyone's behavior.
"Oh Harry," Hermione sighed," Yes, well...it's because of Sirius, no one wants to upset you!"
Harry remained silent for a moment; he didn't know what to say. Before Hermione could say anything else Harry hastily changed the subject.
"You guys, I've been having this dream lately, listen this is strange."
Harry told them everything, what his mother had said, how he didn't know who this unknown girl was, and how he had no clue who would know.
"Harry, do you even know if this girl exists? It may not even have happened at all. It could all just be in your head," Ron said.
"Harry, Ron's right. No one ever told you anything about any girl, not even Dumbledore. It could all just be your imagination," Hermione replied.
They were disturbed by an owl fluttering overhead with a package attached to it. All three of them went inside to investigate. They entered the kitchen and found Mrs.Weasley going through the package.
"Your Hogwarts letters, and it looks like they've sent your O.W.L.s results."
They all reached for their results and opened them. Not surprisingly Hermione had made it into all her classes with an "E" or higher (her one "E" was in Ancient Runes). Ron failed Divination admissibly (as did Harry) and had barely managed to scrape an "A" in Potions. In the rest of his classes he had managed to get an "A" or "E". Harry opened his envelope and nearly dropped it out of shock. Somehow he had managed to get an "E" in Potions and was being accepted into the course for next year! How he had managed it, he didn't know, but he had passed Potions! Realization hit him that he was looking at another two years with Snape as a teacher, but being accepted into Potions was his first step to becoming an Auror. He passed his other classes (except Divination) with a mixture of "A"s, "E"s, and "O"s.
Once the shock of his results wore off Harry's mind wandered back to the dream. He had to find out if this girl was actually real, but he had no idea where to start. Ideas ran through his mind, each one more stupid then the last. Harry was just about to give up when an idea came to him. He would take the Knight Bus to Grimmauld Place, surely there must be something there, just a trace to give him a hint about this unknown girl.
He sat through dinner quietly, thinking about his plan. He hadn't told Ron or Hermione about it, he knew they would try and stop him. He sat, listening and waiting for Mrs.Weasley to order them to bed. This happened at about 10:30. Harry marched up to bed silently with Ron and Hermione. He and Ron bid Hermione goodnight and walked into Ron's bedroom. Harry waited until he was sure Ron was asleep before grabbing his wand and creeping out of Ron's room.
The house was dark and quiet. Harry tiptoed down the stairs as quietly as possible. He slipped out of the house and walked down the driveway. He signaled for the Knight Bus and it appeared beside him within seconds. Harry boarded silently and handed his money to Stan Shuntpike, who didn't say anything. Harry supposed he was still reluctant to say anything to Harry, even though Tonks was not accompanying him. He told Stan his destination of Grimmauld Place, London, and took his seat.
The bus took off with a bang and two stops later Harry was standing in the middle of Grimmauld Place. Harry thought hard of number 12 and it seemed to materialize between numbers 11 and 13. Harry walked up to the door, which was unlocked, and walked in.
The house was quiet and totally deserted. Harry didn't know where to start, because honestly, where do you look for information on a girl you know nothing about? He decided just to start checking random rooms, and started walking up the stairs on tiptoe, as to not wake the portrait of Sirius' mother. Harry entered a likely looking room, a room that looked like it had been Sirius' own room once.
The room was a mess. Things lay scattered on the floor. Articles such as clothes, pieces of parchment and even old test were strewn over the bed and desk. Harry eyes a bookcase in the corner of the room and decided to start there. It was worth a shot, he had no idea where else to start. Harry picked up a book and sat down on the floor, he was in for a long night.
Two hours later Harry was no closer to finding any answers than he had been when he had started. By this time he had finished looking in the bookcase, as well as the desk and under the bed. He was beginning to wonder if he should give up when he heard a noise above him which brought him to his senses. Pulling out his wand Harry headed up the stairs to investigate.
Harry entered the room, not knowing what to expect, but breathed a sigh of relief when he saw what was in it. Inside was Albus Dumbledore stroking the neck of Buckbeak, the hippogriff. Harry and Hermione had saved Buckbead in their third year from being executed and Sirius had used him to escape from the Dementors.
"Hello Harry, good to see you," Dumbledore said.
Harry was a bit stunned. Out of anyone he had expected to see there, Dumbledore wasn't one of them. Kreacher, the Black family house elf, was Harry's main guess.
"Er...hullo Professor...uh Kreacher, I mean I expected..."
"Kreacher is no longer here Harry," Dumbledore said, "After my questioning of him last June his mind and remaining health deteriorated and he died."
Harry didn't even pretend to be the least bit distressed by this news. Kreacher had been nothing but a pain and a burden on Sirius when the house was being used as the Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix. He tricked Harry into believing that Sirius had gone to the Ministry of Magic when he was really upstairs tending to Buckbeak. Sirius had then gone to the Ministry to protect Harry from Voldemort's Death Eaters.
"Er..Professor, I don't mean to be rude, but why are you here?" Harry asked.
"Well you see Harry," Dumbledore replied, "I have been visiting regularly to tend to and feed Buckbeak. As you can guess, a hippogriff can not be left alone without food or water for extended periods of time, especially in a house." Dumbledore paused before speaking again, "One may also ask Harry, why you are here, especially at this house when you should be sound asleep at the Burrow."
Harry opened his mouth to explain about the girl, but Dumbledore held up a hand to silence him.
"I do not want to hear explanations; I merely want you to know one thing. This year at Hogwarts things will not be the same. Our very lives are changing as we speak. Secrets that have been hidden will be revealed, extraordinary events will take place, some good some bad. Finally, something will happen that will be a shock to all. Now I believe it is best if you get on the Knight Bus and head back to the Burrow. If I'm not mistaken your friend Ron has just awoken from his sleep and discovered you not in your bed.
With that Dumbledore vanished leaving Harry to stand there all alone.
A/N: If you read this please review, I will continue posting even if I have no reviewers, but it's nice to know if people are reading and what they think.
Chapter 4
The next couple weeks passed in a blur. All Harry could remember was Hermione arriving, the small party the Weasley's threw for him birthday, and the peculiar way everyone was acting around him. The day after he had arrived Harry started noticing that people would talk in lowered voices when they thought he wasn't paying attention. People were going out of their way to be kind to him, and frankly Harry didn't know why. To add to his confusion he kept having the dream about the unknown girl. One day when they were sitting outside Harry to tell Ron and Hermione everything that was going through his head. He started off by asking about everyone's behavior.
"Oh Harry," Hermione sighed," Yes, well...it's because of Sirius, no one wants to upset you!"
Harry remained silent for a moment; he didn't know what to say. Before Hermione could say anything else Harry hastily changed the subject.
"You guys, I've been having this dream lately, listen this is strange."
Harry told them everything, what his mother had said, how he didn't know who this unknown girl was, and how he had no clue who would know.
"Harry, do you even know if this girl exists? It may not even have happened at all. It could all just be in your head," Ron said.
"Harry, Ron's right. No one ever told you anything about any girl, not even Dumbledore. It could all just be your imagination," Hermione replied.
They were disturbed by an owl fluttering overhead with a package attached to it. All three of them went inside to investigate. They entered the kitchen and found Mrs.Weasley going through the package.
"Your Hogwarts letters, and it looks like they've sent your O.W.L.s results."
They all reached for their results and opened them. Not surprisingly Hermione had made it into all her classes with an "E" or higher (her one "E" was in Ancient Runes). Ron failed Divination admissibly (as did Harry) and had barely managed to scrape an "A" in Potions. In the rest of his classes he had managed to get an "A" or "E". Harry opened his envelope and nearly dropped it out of shock. Somehow he had managed to get an "E" in Potions and was being accepted into the course for next year! How he had managed it, he didn't know, but he had passed Potions! Realization hit him that he was looking at another two years with Snape as a teacher, but being accepted into Potions was his first step to becoming an Auror. He passed his other classes (except Divination) with a mixture of "A"s, "E"s, and "O"s.
Once the shock of his results wore off Harry's mind wandered back to the dream. He had to find out if this girl was actually real, but he had no idea where to start. Ideas ran through his mind, each one more stupid then the last. Harry was just about to give up when an idea came to him. He would take the Knight Bus to Grimmauld Place, surely there must be something there, just a trace to give him a hint about this unknown girl.
He sat through dinner quietly, thinking about his plan. He hadn't told Ron or Hermione about it, he knew they would try and stop him. He sat, listening and waiting for Mrs.Weasley to order them to bed. This happened at about 10:30. Harry marched up to bed silently with Ron and Hermione. He and Ron bid Hermione goodnight and walked into Ron's bedroom. Harry waited until he was sure Ron was asleep before grabbing his wand and creeping out of Ron's room.
The house was dark and quiet. Harry tiptoed down the stairs as quietly as possible. He slipped out of the house and walked down the driveway. He signaled for the Knight Bus and it appeared beside him within seconds. Harry boarded silently and handed his money to Stan Shuntpike, who didn't say anything. Harry supposed he was still reluctant to say anything to Harry, even though Tonks was not accompanying him. He told Stan his destination of Grimmauld Place, London, and took his seat.
The bus took off with a bang and two stops later Harry was standing in the middle of Grimmauld Place. Harry thought hard of number 12 and it seemed to materialize between numbers 11 and 13. Harry walked up to the door, which was unlocked, and walked in.
The house was quiet and totally deserted. Harry didn't know where to start, because honestly, where do you look for information on a girl you know nothing about? He decided just to start checking random rooms, and started walking up the stairs on tiptoe, as to not wake the portrait of Sirius' mother. Harry entered a likely looking room, a room that looked like it had been Sirius' own room once.
The room was a mess. Things lay scattered on the floor. Articles such as clothes, pieces of parchment and even old test were strewn over the bed and desk. Harry eyes a bookcase in the corner of the room and decided to start there. It was worth a shot, he had no idea where else to start. Harry picked up a book and sat down on the floor, he was in for a long night.
Two hours later Harry was no closer to finding any answers than he had been when he had started. By this time he had finished looking in the bookcase, as well as the desk and under the bed. He was beginning to wonder if he should give up when he heard a noise above him which brought him to his senses. Pulling out his wand Harry headed up the stairs to investigate.
Harry entered the room, not knowing what to expect, but breathed a sigh of relief when he saw what was in it. Inside was Albus Dumbledore stroking the neck of Buckbeak, the hippogriff. Harry and Hermione had saved Buckbead in their third year from being executed and Sirius had used him to escape from the Dementors.
"Hello Harry, good to see you," Dumbledore said.
Harry was a bit stunned. Out of anyone he had expected to see there, Dumbledore wasn't one of them. Kreacher, the Black family house elf, was Harry's main guess.
"Er...hullo Professor...uh Kreacher, I mean I expected..."
"Kreacher is no longer here Harry," Dumbledore said, "After my questioning of him last June his mind and remaining health deteriorated and he died."
Harry didn't even pretend to be the least bit distressed by this news. Kreacher had been nothing but a pain and a burden on Sirius when the house was being used as the Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix. He tricked Harry into believing that Sirius had gone to the Ministry of Magic when he was really upstairs tending to Buckbeak. Sirius had then gone to the Ministry to protect Harry from Voldemort's Death Eaters.
"Er..Professor, I don't mean to be rude, but why are you here?" Harry asked.
"Well you see Harry," Dumbledore replied, "I have been visiting regularly to tend to and feed Buckbeak. As you can guess, a hippogriff can not be left alone without food or water for extended periods of time, especially in a house." Dumbledore paused before speaking again, "One may also ask Harry, why you are here, especially at this house when you should be sound asleep at the Burrow."
Harry opened his mouth to explain about the girl, but Dumbledore held up a hand to silence him.
"I do not want to hear explanations; I merely want you to know one thing. This year at Hogwarts things will not be the same. Our very lives are changing as we speak. Secrets that have been hidden will be revealed, extraordinary events will take place, some good some bad. Finally, something will happen that will be a shock to all. Now I believe it is best if you get on the Knight Bus and head back to the Burrow. If I'm not mistaken your friend Ron has just awoken from his sleep and discovered you not in your bed.
With that Dumbledore vanished leaving Harry to stand there all alone.