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Chapter 5 - We're off to see the Wizard.

The week went by fairly quick, and soon the letters from Hogwarts arrived. Books were needed and the Weasley's planned a trip to Diagon Alley.

"Are you sure you won't go back dears?" said Mrs Weasley. "You're lucky Professor Dumbledore is letting you back in."

"Mum, we can't we have two shops to run." said George

"And all those catalogue customers to deal with." said Fred

Mrs Weasley sighed, ushering them all into Gringotts bank. Harry stepped up first and the goblin gave him a sympathetic look.

"Ah, I see you got our letter.." he said

Letter?

"Come this way."

Ron gave Harry a puzzling look; he shrugged back, following the Goblin.

He was taken in to a room where cabinets were all along the walls, they had letters from a-z on them and a desk was in the middle. The Goblin sat behind the desk and took out an eye glass. He gestured Harry to sit down and started to speak.

"Well, lets get to business then.."

"Excuse me, what letter?" said Harry striking his moment to speak.

"You didn't get the letter?"

"Err, no."

"Well I have a copy of it here." he said handing Harry the letter.

Harry looked at it for a while before actually reading it and eventually started to read.

Dear Mr. Potter,

It has been brought to our attention, the unfortunate event of the death of Mr Sirius Black.

Harry gulped.

We have written to you to let you know that Mr. Black had written a will, and that both you and your parents have been mentioned in it. Please give up a small amount of your time to discuss this with us, whenever you are ready.

Yours Faithfully,

Gringotts Bank

Harry looked at the Goblin and silently nodded, handing him back the letter, with a slightly shakier hand than usual.

"Well, he has given you a private will and half of his money in the bank." said the goblin handing him another letter.

"Umm, do I have to read the will now?" Harry asked

"No, no of course not, read it when you're ready, the money will automatically go into your bank Mr Potter and I hope the rest of your day goes well." said the Goblin. He stood up and they followed him to the Weasley vault.

Harry was happy to discover that the vault had quite a lot more money in it than last time he had visited it and when they arrived at Fred and Georges separate vault he couldn't help but grin at the amount he saw before him, it was nearly as much as he had.

Not feeling as guilty of the amount in his own, he scooped up a handful of gold, shoved it in a bag, trying to hide the fact that it had got bigger than before, both to the Weasley's and to himself.

Hermione met them again in the main part of the bank, and they all stepped out onto the bustling street, they separated and got all the equipment they needed, Harry bought Hedwig a new cage as she seemed to be quite annoyed at the arrival of Sirius.

Time flew by, and before they knew it, they were getting on the Hogwarts Express. Harry looked at the platform and remembered how the real Sirius had bounded up there grinning and barking, really happy to be out in daylight. Sirius meowed and broke Harry's thoughts. He smiled down at the kitten as it snuggled up in his lap and dozed off again. Crookshanks had taken quite a liking to the kitten, treating it like they were old friends.

Ron sighed. "Another year then, there a lot of things I really love about Hogwarts.." he said.

Suddenly there compartment door slid open and a familiar blond haired git appeared from behind it with his two cronies behind him.

"And some I hate." Ron finished.

Sirius awoke with a start, he arched his back and hissed at this, obviously unwelcome visitor.

"Oooh what do we have here." Draco drawled, picking Sirius up by the neck and holding it out as if it was a rat.

Sirius wriggled out of his grip and scratched him around the face, completely in mid air. Draco staggered back, blinded by blood and tried to wipe it out of his eyes. The door slid back in front of him and footsteps were heard as he headed down the corridor.

As soon as he left Ron burst out laughing. Harry couldn't help but smile, and stroked the kitten in praise.

"That wasn't funny Ron," said Hermione in disapproval.

"Oh c'mon Hermione, that was hilarious." he replied

"No it wasn't, you know he could be really hurt and –

Harry sighed, here we go again.

After a lot of 'practically married couple' bickering between Ron and Hermione, the three of them got off the train and got a carriage to themselves, Harry got goose bumps as he saw those-o-so familiar black winged horses. He sat down and let out a nervous sigh. The whispers from people around him had got louder instead of quieter and he wished there was something that could take their minds off of him. The carriage went along the bumpy road, and Harry could soon see the sight of the Hogwarts castle in the distance. His spirits felt a little raised at this and the sound of owls and other Hogwarts sounds, like the rustles from the Forbidden Forest that were always there but hardly ever noticed, they were so continuous. They sat there in silence, Ron and Hermione tired of their argument (surprisingly) and Harry in peaceful thought.

As they got out again, Cho caught sight of him and smiled weakly, but he didn't bother smiling back, what was the point? She'd only get contrary in the end..

He kicked a stone on the ground and walked on, Ron and Hermione exchanging anxious looks behind him.

They arrived at the Great Hall and took their seats. The sorting hat started his song and then sorted all the new first years into their houses, before Dumbledore stood up.

"Right." he said "I would like to just say the usual notices, the Forbidden Forest, as most of you know, is forbidden and no student must enter it. All teachers that were somewhat fired last year have resumed their place and we have a new Defence against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Smith."

The Hall applauded and Harry noticed him for the first time. He had blonde-to-white hair with a quite old looking face but a young grin of appreciation towards the Hall. Dumbledore gestured him over and he began to speak.

"Hello all, it's very nice to be here, and I hope that I can make Defence against the Dark Arts as interesting as possible, although I've always found it quite interesting anyway."

He then sat back down and Dumbledore gave them the answer they really wanted.

"Tuck in!" he said and food appeared in front of them.

Everyone gave a cheer as the celebrations began and Harry was sure that this was one of the best meals he had ever had.

Hermione and Ron had to leave to lead the Gryffindor first years to the head of house and Harry went with Neville to back to the boy's dorm.

"Err.. Harry, about my parents, how did you know about them already, even though I hadn't told anyone?"

Harry felt rather guilty to explain and felt that he should have told Neville he knew. Wondering how to explain it the best way he could, his thoughts were interrupted as the Fat Lady asked for the password.

"We stand united." said Harry.

"Huh?" said Neville.

"It's the password."

And they stepped inside. Harry yawned, and since Neville seemed to have forgotten he asked him the question, he took that moment to go up to bed. As he climbed the stairs, Sirius rose from the comfy armchair he was previously lying on and followed.

The next day, Harry, Ron and Hermione made there way down to the Great Hall for Breakfast and soon the owls were making there way to their addressees.

"Blimey." said Ron. "There are an awful lot of letters coming towards the Gryffindor table."

Hundreds of owls headed for the Gryffindor table and Harry soon realised that nearly all of them were heading for him. Many landed on his shoulders and head and many letters were dropped on the table.

"Uh-oh." said Harry.

Hermione took some of the letters and started opening them, so did Ron and Ginny.

"Looks like these are all sorry letters." said Hermione.

"Yeah listen to this." said Ron.

Dear Harry (if you don't mind me calling you Harry),

My husband had always believed in you and what you had said but I was always sceptical so I felt that I should apologise for my wicked behaviour towards you. If people had believed you, then we wouldn't be in this horrible mess. I think that the Daily Prophet wrongly accused you of being crazy and I wrote letter of complaint to them as well.

I would also like to send my condolences of the recent death of your Godfather, Mr. Sirius Black who was also wrongly accused of something he did not do.

From,

Mrs. Von Hagt

"Err..well at least she said sorry." said Ron rather dryly.

Harry sighed, grouping all the letters together and stuffing them in his bag, feeling that the whispering had got even louder, if that was possible. He wasn't gonna start reading stuff about Sirius now. He didn't want to.

Professor McGonagall appeared and started handing out timetables. Harry took his and groaned. He had double potions first.

As they headed down to potions, they wondered why they hadn't passed any one in the corridor yet. Just then Professor Smith came from around the corner and smiled at them.

"Ah, I was looking for you." he said rather cheerfully. "Professor Dumbledore asked me to fetch you."

"What did we do?" Harry said automatically.

"Nothing he just needs you to..well, he'll tell you then."

"But what about potions?" said Hermione.

"Shut up 'Mione." Ron muttered.

"Oh don't worry about that," said Smith. "Just come with me."

They followed him up to Dumbledore's office and arrived at the gargoyles.

"Ah good afternoon Professor Smith." they said and instantly parted to let him and the students through. They went up the stairs and he knocked on the door before letting them in and shutting the door behind them.

"Thank you for coming, please sit down." said the Head master, as three chairs appeared in front of his desk.

They all sat down and Ron gulped.

"Err.. is this to do with Fred and George 'cause Mum tried and she couldn't get them to come so technically their was nothing we could do." he said all at once.

Dumbledore smiled, eyes twinkling.

"I am not here to talk to you about that Mr. Weasley but may I comment that under their circumstances, I am sure I would've done the same." he said.

"So were not in trouble?" Harry blurted out.

"No you are not Mr. Potter, why is there something you have done?"

Harry thought about Malfoy and decided that wasn't his fault before saying.

"No sir."

"Right, well now I will tell you why I summoned you here," Dumbledore said. "I have asked you here because I am in need of your help. There is someone I am looking for, she is a witch in London that thinks she is a muggle."

The trio listened and Dumbledore continued.

"She is of some importance to me and after much thought it seems that you three would be the best at finding her."

"How old is she exactly?" said Ron, blushing at the look Hermione had given him.

"She is sixteen."

"And has no idea she's a witch?" Harry asked.

"No."

"Sir, how are we supposed to go about this?" Hermione asked.

"Well, I am giving the students a two week holiday after this week which you can use as time to search for her."

"Okay, but isn't London really, well, huge?" said Harry.

"Yes but I have this." said Dumbledore.

He reached into a drawer and pulled out a necklace. It looked really old and on the end of it was a file holding what looked like sparkly dust.

"Fairy dust?" Hermione asked.

"Very similar, but this isn't Fairy dust, its guardian angle dust, its something they use to help their human feel good and trust them, since the girl I am looking for is very aware of her guardian angel, and as long as you tell her you know her guardian angel she will trust you, this dust will come in handy if she gets supicous on the way back here. It will also light up whenever your going away which can help you find her."

"So do we just sprinkle it on her?"

"Above her head, the dust will light up and then disappear like sparks of a firework."

He handed the necklace to Harry, it was engraved with 'Bella' at the top and 'Maddie Byrne' at the bottom.

"Who are these people?" Harry asked.

"Maddie is the girl I am looking for, Bella is her guardian angel."

"Is there anything else you can tell us about her?" Ron asked.

"Well, all I can say is that she knows who Bella is, but might think she's imagining you."

"Is she, well, a bit, mental?" said Ron, trying to sound polite.

"No it's just whenever a witch or wizard came to save her, her Dad convinced her she was imagining them."

"Weird." said Harry.

Author's Notes:

Nice huh? Lolz I am too vain, I was really trying to get up to this bit and here I am ,yehay. PLZ REVIEW cries I need support!