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Ch. 2 The Old Lady

Harry went upstairs to his room and spent the rest of the day packing up in his room- exactly where he didn't want to be. For when he was alone bad thoughts started to poison his mind like-

It was your fault he died.

You killed him.

Murderer!

"STOP IT!" Harry shouted, accidentally out loud.

He shook he head. He was being silly. Sirius wouldn't blame him.

He decided to think of other things.

Harry started to wonder what Dumbledore would say when he found out that Harry wasn't going to be protected anymore from the Dursleys's.

Then he looked over at Hedwig's empty cage (she was taking a letter to Remus saying that he was alright considering that his godfather had died just weeks ago).  He started to wonder what the old lady- whoever she was- would think when she saw Hedwig.

Harry started to think there was a dementor was around- yet he knew there wasn't. He was just so miserable after Sirius's death- he hadn't even had the chance to say good-bye.

Harry looked at his clock. 9:21. It was still fairly early but Harry couldn't take sitting there anymore.

He got up to close his window, but wanted to make sure Hedwig wasn't coming back right now, so he stuck his head out to see.

It was a clear night, so clear that could see the stars perfectly. His eyes fell upon a constellation he had learned about in Astronomy. Sirius- the dog star.

Harry felt the prickling behind his eyes. He got into bed and he cried himself to sleep.

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Harry awoke the next morning with a rapping on the door.

"Get up, boy," said a voice Harry recognized as his Aunt Petunia's.

"I'm up, I'm up," Harry said, half away.

"Gather your things and get downstairs. She's here." She snapped.

"I'm coming," Harry replied as he put on his glasses.

He picked up Hedwig's cage and his trunk, opened the door and went downstairs.

When he got there he found his aunt, uncle, cousin, and an old woman. She was tall and had her long gray hair pulled up in a bun. She was also seemed familiar. Though Harry was almost sure he had never seen her before.   She surveyed Harry through glasses.

"Stand up straight, boy," she barked. Startled, Harry pulled his spine up as far as it would go. Her voice also seemed familiar and unfit for and old lady.

"Well, Petunia, this boy will need some serious straitening up, but I think I can handle it. Good day."

She stepped outside and Harry followed. They walked in silence. Harry was still trying to figure out where they were going.

 The old Lady grinned at seeing him puzzled and said, "Wotcher, Harry."

"Tonks?!?" Harry asked in disbelief.

"Convincing wasn't I? Everyone said I'd be able to get you from them easily if I hate you. Any muggles around?" She looked up and down the street. Then she scrunched her face up in concentration and she changed back to her normal, pink haired self.

"So where are we going? Headquarters?" Harry asked.

"Nah. Fred and George have new Extendable Ears that can hear through the meeting room door. All of the kids are going to the Grangers. They're muggles, so naturally, Arthur's nearly wet himself already from excitement."

They turned down Magnolia Crescent- where Harry first met Sirius.

"Now I've got a portkey here somewhere." She muttered as she dug through her pockets, "Ah here we go."

She took out a rubber band.

"Here, take hold. One. Two. One."

And Harry felt the imaginary hook being jerked behind his navel and was lost in a whirlwind of color.

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