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Chapter 5: Sirius' Last Words

The remaining days before returning to Hogwarts were long and dreary as the members of the Order slipped in and out of Grimmauld Place, only staying for meals. Everyone was busier than usual and it made Harry feel useless that he couldn't do anything to help out the Order.

Harry was lying on his bed thinking when the door burst open. "They're here Harry," came Ron's cheerful voice. "Our supplies list......mum said she'll be going to Diagon Alley to pick it all up for us.....let's see, we'll need a few new books this year but that's all."

"That's great Ron," Harry said very glumly.

"What's the matter?" Ron asked, concerned about his friend.

"Oh, it's just that everyone says I'll be safe at Hogwarts, safe from Voldemort's reach. But have they forgotten about when he tried to attack me in the 1st year through Professor Quirrel or when he nearly killed your sister in the 2nd year, and let's not forget the 4th year when he killed Cedric and nearly got me too...... I'm not sure that Hogwarts is such a safe place to be."

"Come on Harry! Lighten up!!" Ron encouraged. "You're just being paranoid. Besides, Dumbledore'll probably have more security this year....you'll see."

"I suppose you're right Ron," Harry gave a slight smile.

"That's more like it, now come on, let's go join Hermione and Ginny in the kitchen. They're helping to prepare dinner....maybe we can sneak a few pieces of food." Ron was nearly drooling over the thought of eating something.

Hermione was busy peeling potatoes and Ginny had just put a tray of food in the oven for baking. Kreacher, who had finally decided to show up, was busying himself by sweeping around the kitchen. Harry had sat down in a nearby chair, but Ron was lurking by the counter, carefully eyeing the pieces of chicken wings that were already cooked. His hand reached out to grab one, but Hermione quickly slapped his hand to prevent him from stealing food.

"OW HERMIONE!! What'd you do that for? I was just gonna have one!" Ron said while rubbing his throbbing hand.

"Well, it was for your own good! You shouldn't be taking food like that. You have to wait like everyone else."

Ron, very disappointed went to go sit down next to Harry.

Kreacher, who was now sweeping the area right in front of Harry was mumbling words under his breath. "Oh, if only Mistress could see Kreacher now. She would be furious....Kreacher, sweeping the floor for these half- breeds! Disgusting!!"

When he saw Harry though, it was like a light went off in the little house elf's mind. He turned his face to speak to Harry with a naughty grin on his face. "Mistress' son has told Kreacher the night before he died to tell Mr Potter something." And he walked off into a corner and began sweeping again. His intent was to not tell Harry what Sirius had said, but to start some mischief and hopefully make Harry angry.

Harry who hadn't been paying attention to Kreacher's words until now, was very interested in what he'd just said. "Kreacher," he began in a pleasant voice so as to not set off the house elf's anger. "Tell me, what did Sirius tell you?"

"Kreacher does not know if it is in his best interest to tell Mr Harry Potter....No, Kreacher thinks it best that Mr Potter not know his godfather's last words."

"Kreacher, you can tell me......what did Sirius say," the elf was driving Harry's patience.

"No, Kreacher will not say, he mustn't say. Mistress would be very displeased." The elf continued playing with Harry's emotions.

Harry stood from his chair and crossed over to where the house elf was now sweeping. Hermione, Ron and Ginny were watching him very attentively. He reached down and grabbed Kreacher by his neck.

"Now listen here you filthy house elf," Harry began yelling.

"Harry, please don't," Hermione said, standing up for Kreacher.

"I'm sorry Hermione, but he has something to say and he won't spit it out!........Kreacher, you better tell me or else you'll be sorry."

Kreacher was now whimpering in fear. He did not expect that Harry would threaten him so fiercely. "If you put Kreacher down, he will tell you everything," he said in a shaky tone. Harry released him roughly and dropped him of the floor.

The house elf let out a deep sigh before speaking. "Mr Harry Potter, before the night Sirius died, he told Kreacher to tell you that if anything happened to him that night.....Kreacher was to tell you....." He drifted off.

"Tell me what?" Harry pressed him on.

"I do not know how to say this....it is best I show you.....follow Kreacher." He dropped his small, battered broom and made for the kitchen door. Harry motioned for Ron to follow and the two of them exited the kitchen, following the house elf.

He led them up the stairs and to a door that Harry or Ron had never seen before. Kreacher took out a large, golden key and put it in the keyhole before opening the door.

Before them was a large ragged bed in the middle of the room. Off to the side was a wooden desk and hanging on the walls were numerous pictures of Harry. They walked in the room and Harry stared at all the pictures of himself.

"Kreacher, what is this room?" Ron asked with curiosity.

Kreacher gave him a dirty look before replying. "This, you ugly human, was Master Sirius' quarters. He told me that I should bring Mr. Potter here for some reason if anything ever happened to him.....Now if you don't mind, Kreacher must leave you and resume his cleaning, or else Mistress will be mad with him for helping you dirty half-breeds." And he ran out of the room.

"Harry," Ron said in awe. "Look at this place......he's got pictures of you everywhere!"

"Yea," Harry agreed. "But why would he want Kreacher to show me this....it's not like I haven't seen pictures of myself before." He began walking around the room. When he reached the desk he found an envelope addressed to him. "Ron, look. It's a letter for me."

"Well what are you waiting for mate, open it!!"

Harry tore open to envelope and started reading the letter.

Dear Harry,

Hopefully Kreacher took my orders and took you to my room, that stubborn little weasel. By the time you read this letter, I'll probably be gone. I'm sorry, but I guess it was for the best. At least I died while I was protecting you, that's the important part. I wanted to talk to you before I went, to tell you some things..... Harry, you're a wonderful boy, and you're growing so quickly, getting to know you was really a pleasure, I just wish it could've been longer. Remember to always stay brave and never lose your will to keep going. You've fought so many battles in your life, more than anyone ever should. If your father could see you now, he'd be darn right proud, as am I. Say hi to Lupin for me and tell him to look after you now that I'm gone.

Love Always,

Sirius

P.S. I left something in the envelope for you....thought it might be useful.

Tears were falling from Harry's eyes as he looked in the envelope for what Sirius had left him. He reached in and pulled out a small mirror. It was the other side of the mirror that Sirius had given him last year as a way of communicating to each other. "But what good is it now if he's dead?" Harry thought to himself.

He also found included in the envelope was a small picture of Sirius, standing next to Harry's parents, with him as a baby in his mother's arms. Sirius was young and looked very neat. It was a beautiful picture and he felt a surge of joy sweep over his body as even more tears flowed from his damp eyes.

Remembering that Ron was still in the room with him, Harry quickly wiped the tears from his eyes. "Come on Ron, let's get out of here." And he led the way out of the bedroom.

Shortly afterwards, they were called down for the last meal before heading off to school the next day. It was a pleasant meal. Everyone put their thoughts about Voldemort's return aside and concentrated on enjoying their last meal. Harry had never eaten so much food in his life, but for some reason, he felt very hungry that night.

"So Harry, what did Kreacher show you?" Hermione now asked.

Harry swallowed his mouthful of food before replying. "Oh, he took me to Sirius' room where he left a letter for me."

"Oh," she said. "Harry, are you okay?" she asked, understanding that Harry might be feeling a little depressed at the moment.

"Yea, Hermione. I'm okay," Harry replied with a small smile remembering the picture that Sirius had left for him. "Thanks though."

That night, before going to bed, Harry searched his trunk for the photo album that Hagrid had given and inserted the picture in one of the blank pages. He could feel his eyes watering up, but restrained himself from crying. Sirius and his parents were waving happily at him, their eyes were full of love and joy.

Harry closed his eyes on his pillow. For the first time in a long time, his heart felt less burdened by everything going on around him. The picture had given a sense of serenity to see the people he'd lost staring up at him happily. At last, he cleared his mind of all his thoughts before finally drifting off to sleep.

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