Chapter 5: Explanations

Dumbledore seated himself in a large red leather chair behind his desk. Sirius walked from the fire and sat himself across from Dumbledore, beside the window. The Potters followed Sirius and sat beside him.

Sirius looked around, the walls were ornamented with various paintings of Hogwarts heads, and a bird cage and old wizard's hat were placed on either side of Dumbledore's desk. A large sword hung above the fireplace where they entered the room. And Dumbledore's desk was scattered with various objects that hummed and turned different colors every so often.

Dumbledore drew a long breath and tried to think of how to start.

"I guess that I will start with the beginning. After Voldemort..." Dumbledore began explaining about Harry's life and what happened to Sirius. The three listeners were very quite, not knowing what to say or how to react to this new information. Sirius glanced at the window; the then sunny sky had now changed into darkness. The only light was from the full moon and starry sky.

"Harry, now resides at the Dursley's home," Dumbledore ended, "Do you have any questions?"

"When did I die? How long has it been?" Sirius asked.

"It has only been two weeks since end of term and your death. In the after life, it was only an hour to you. Death is a fickle thing, it's the unknown." Dumbledore answered.

"Oh, I see. But won't people know we're alive? The healers on the secret ward must have told someone!" Lily asked, worried for Sirius' safety.

"No need to worry, the healers are under strict secrecy and many spells that in which they cannot say who is a patient!"

"What do we do now?" James asked.

"We contact the ministry! It is the only way to pardon Sirius. We must leave right away!" Dumbledore said standing up.

"What about Harry?"

"We go now? At night?"

"Does the ministry work at this time?" All three of them asked at the same time.

"He'll be fine. Yes, now and no they don't work at this hour." Dumbledore answered in the fastest way.

"But what about Harry?" Sirius asked again.

"It's best not for him to know right away, besides, absence makes the heart grow fonder!" Dumbledore said as he walked out of his office. James, Lily and Sirius all looked at each other with quizzical looks.

"Just don't argue with the man! He knows what he's doing!" Lily said and followed Dumbledore's lead. James and Sirius followed.

Harry glared out is window at number 4 Privet Drive, deep in thought. It had been two weeks already, but Harry just couldn't accept the facts. Sirius was dead he had no body left. His friends haven't contacted him because the order and he canceled his subscription to Daily Profit because he couldn't stand the articles on self-defense and protection. He wanted to keep his mind off of Sirius and Voldemort's return, but there was nothing else to think about. Harry would pace in room or stare blankly at the ceiling and lie on his bed.

Aunt Petunia would send him meals through the 'cat flap' three times a day. Harry's only friend was Hedwig. Hedwig was out hunting most of the time or sending letters to Harry's friends (Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger) with no replies.

Harry was getting fed up with his life. He had nobody else, nobody. He was all alone in the world. Waiting, waiting for Voldemort to finish him off.