Pleasant Surprises

Chapter 6

Harry was recovering from his emotional breakdown and from the death of his godfather. Walking into the house of Black changed so many things for him. He had realized that being angry was useless and that he had a hole in his heart. Harry hadn't realized how close he had grown to his godfather. They barely spend anytime together, yet Harry loved him like a father. He loved him as much as Mr. Weasley, as much as Ron, and as much as his own parents. Sirius had filled a small part of the hole Voldemort had made when he killed his parents, and he made his own place in Harry's heart. Now, not only was the hole from losing his parents wide open, but he had another one, where Sirius had been.

Harry walked out into the hall and stretched, he had slept easily after a late dinner with the Order, including the newest members, Fred and George. He had stolen glances at Ginny, though he knew he couldn't let his gaze linger on her too long. He wondered if his letter had reached her, what she thought of it. It was just a stupid letter, it barely said anything.

He walked down to the kitchen, where he was sure Mrs. Weasley had some sort of taste breakfast waiting. He rounded the corner to find the smell of soup and grilled cheese sandwiches. He put his hand in his pocket to pull out his pocket watch, but it wasn't in his pajamas, but on his dresser upstairs.

"It's well past noon, mate," Ron said before taking a bite at what Harry guess was his second sandwich, considering he didn't take the normal bite that made a quarter of the sandwich disappear.

Harry sat down across from Ron and right next to Ginny. He wanted to put his hand on her leg or to slip his fingers into hers, but he knew Ron would notice. He knew Ron was pretty oblivious, more so when he ate, but he would notice that, so Harry simply moved his leg slowly so that it was touching Ginny's.

"I saved you some bacon and toast from breakfast," Mrs. Weasley said as she set a plate filled with bacon and buttered toast in front of him. He picked up a piece of bacon, which felt like it had just been made seconds ago and took a bite. It tasted delicious, not as if it had been waiting for him for hours. He took a bite of the toast next, it was still warm and crunch.

"This is delicious, Mrs. Weasley," Harry said before finishing off the food on his plate.

He watched Ginny depart after the meal remorsefully, he had wished she could spend the day with him, even though he knew she had to return to the shop.

"Fred and George said they'd give you a few galleons if you tested a new product Ron,"

Ginny said to him as she pulled her brown robes on.

Harry smirked as he remembered the robes, she wore them just the night before. He quickly wiped the smirk from his face, knowing if someone saw him looking at her like that they would know. He took a long swig of butterbeer.

"A few? That means its something nasty, or they haven't tested it yet," Ron said before reaching into his pocket. Harry heard coins jingling and it seemed as if Ron was counting his money, "I suppose, tell them to bring it to dinner, wouldn't want to try them without mum to fix me if something goes wrong."

Harry wondered if Mrs. Weasley was glaring at Ron from behind him. He was helping his brothers with their business, but so was Ginny, so maybe Mrs. Weasley was finally happy about the twins' joke shop.

"Ron, I suppose you should help Harry move, and then Albus said it be safe for you to go to Diagon Alley, he left a portkey," Mrs. Weasley said as she gestured to an old boot that was sitting on a table.

Harry followed Hermione and Ron out of the kitchen, "Move?" he asked the two, wondering if Mrs. Weasley had meant unpack. His two friends didn't reply as they walked up the steps and into the room he shared with Ron. "Ron. Hermione."

Hermione turned around as did Ron, they stood in a triangle, Harry waiting for one of them to say something, "Well, you see, Sirius left the house to you, so mum decided to move you into, you know, the master bedroom."

Harry was unsure what was going on. Sure he owned the house, but why would he sleep in a different room. He liked sharing a room with Ron, "Why?" he asked seconds later.

"Ron's mum said you deserved your own room, that you could call home," Hermione said before pulling her wand from her robes. She waved it around a few times and all the things flew into his trunk. She waved it again and the trunk lifted into the air. She led the two boys up the stairs, the trunk trailing behind them. They were on the top floor, right below Buckbeak. Harry didn't see a door, just another hallway and set of stairs.

He looked at Hermione who pulled a key from her pocket. It was a muted black skeleton key that felt cold to the touch when she handed it to Harry. Harry stared at the key, unsure what to do with it, there was no door for him to use it in. He looked back up at Hermione. She didn't budge or open her mouth to speak, she simply looked at him.

Harry looked at Ron who gave him a lopsided sympathy smile. "Mum says that you'll figure it out. She had to get Professor Dumbledore to open the door for her. He said that the owner of the house would know how to open the door."

Harry looked back down at the key, then up at Hermione who still held no emotion, then back at Ron who just looked at him, then back to the key. He opened his mouth to ask another question, "I need to be alone," he said instead. He had meant to ask for help, not send his best friends away.

He watched them walk back down the stairs, Hermione leaving his trunk on the landing. He heard their footsteps die before he looked back to the hallway. He wondered if the room had its on charm on it. Perhaps someone had to give him the secret to get in. No, that's not right. He grasped the key firmly in his hand and walked down the hallway, again he had meant to do something, but he did the opposite. He stopped in the middle of the hallway and pushed the key into what he thought was the wall, but the key went in easily. Harry turned the key and dark oak double doors opened to reveal the spacious room.

He pulled his wand out and looked at his trunk, he flicked his wand and the trunk flew into the room and landed at the foot of the large four poster bed. He walked into the room and shut the doors behind him before pocketing the key.

He examined the room as he had the apartment. As he walked around he noticed a stray black dog hair, knowing it had been Sirius' hair in his animigus form. Harry continued around the room, over to the beautifully carved desk where Harry assumed Sirius had written all his letters to Harry. He stopped in front of what he thought was a window. He pulled back the curtains to reveal a large painting of his father, Sirius, and Remus Lupin.

"Hiya Harry," they all said with big smiles. Harry took a step back in surprise. There were so many paintings of his parents and Sirius, why had he never gotten the chance to see them? Why had he spent the last five years alone, when he could at least have the comfort of a painting that held his parents voices and wisdom.

He closed the curtains quickly. He was unsure why, he wanted to know his parents, to have Sirius back. But that wasn't Sirius, it was a painting of him, and that wasn't his father, it was just a painting.

Harry took a few stumbled steps backwards and bumped into the bed. He slumped down on the floor, what could he do? He was in Sirius' old bedroom, he had just spend the night with a girl in Sirius' old apartment, he had his grandfather's old watch in his pocket, his parents old seal, his father's old robes, yet here he was hiding from a painting of them.

He stood up and pulled the curtains open, "Are you trying to make me into my father?" he said staring at the form of his godfather.

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