Chapter Three:
"WHAT? What do you mean they don't know where he is?" Harry was furious.
Ron sighed, "I mean he left just after your birthday, and was supposed to be back four days ago but never showed up."
"But...what if he's hurt? Are they even looking for him?"
"Dumbledore sent some of the Order to look for him," Hermione said.
"Who?"
"Um...."
"Who!?" Harry snapped.
Hermione took a deep breath and closed her eyes, "Snape," she said quickly.
"Snape? Dumbledore sent SNAPE to look for REMUS?"
"Yes," Hermione squeaked.
"What the bloody hell does he think he's doing? Snape will most likely hand Remus over to Voldemort the first chance he gets. He's a goner." Harry collapsed on Ron's bed next to Ginny.
"Harry, I'm sure he's ok. Hagrid got back a little later than usual last year but he's perfectly safe."
"He brought back a giant, Ginny. A dangerous, bloody, giant!"
Ginny said nothing.
The four friends sat the bed in silence. Harry's face was scrunched up with anger. Ron's stomach growled loudly.
"Sorry," he laughed nervously.
"Prat," Harry threw a pillow at Ron.
"Ok then, have it your way," Ron threw the pillow back at Harry, but missed. The pillow hit a vase and toppled over, shattering on the floor. Soon the four of them were engaged in a pillow fight. Feathers were sent flying all over the room, giving it the impression of a snow storm. They were so busy that they had not noticed Mrs. Weasley scowling in the doorway, her arms crossed against her chest and her foot tapping in disappointment.
"What on earth are you doing?"
Harry and Hermione jumped, while Ginny and Ron's faces changed quickly to the usual Weasley crimson when they were embarrassed.
"Sorry, Mum."
"Too right you are! I want this mess cleaned up right away, and then you will get ready for bed."
"But Mum! It's only six 'o clock!"
"Ronald Bilius Weasley, don't you dare argue with me! Don't make me have you de-gnome the garden tomorrow. A new group moved in next to the patch of tomatoes."
Ron sighed but said nothing more.
"Oh, Harry dear. The headmaster is downstairs, and would like to speak with you."
Harry's jaw dropped. He looked at Ron and then Hermione. They both shrugged.
"Now," Mrs. Weasley said sternly.
Harry got up and followed her out of the room. He had a bad feeling about this.
"Hello, Mr. Potter." Dumbledore sat on one of the kitchen table chairs, and motioned for Harry to sit across from him.
"How are you, Professor?"
"Fine, and you?"
"I'm ok."
Mrs. Weasley crept out of the room silently.
"There are just a few things I would like to discuss."
"Yes, sir."
"Ow, Ginny! You're stepping on my toe!"
"Well, then let me have the other ear!"
"Both of you two be quiet! Someone will hear us."
Hermione, Ginny, and Ron sat just outside of Ron's bedroom door, trying to listen in on Harry and Dumbledore's talk with Extendable Ears.
"Guys, this is not working. Let's just stop before we get caught."
"Hermione, don't be stupid. You know you want to know what he's saying to Harry," Ron held the Extendable Ear closer to his own ear.
"Harry will tell us afterwards anyway."
"You know, I'm not so sure of that. Seems like he never tells us anything anymore. He's been real different since that night."
"For Merlin's sake, Ron, so have you!" Hermione raised her voice slightly.
"I'm sorry...I...I shouldn't have said that."
"No, you're right. Let's go to bed. Night."
Hermione and Ginny bid him a goodnight and went down the hall to Ginny's room, leaving Ron behind to sulk in his thoughts.
He knew he wasn't the same. Those damned brains that attacked him left him scarred, just like Sirius's death left Harry.
"I am hoping that you have learned to forgive an old man of his mistakes."
"Professor, I'm sorry about your office. It was immature and wrong, but I was angry. I wasn't thinking."
"Your little outburst of anger is none of my concern. Harry, I'm talking about everything. The Occulemency, the Prophecy, the-"
"Professor, I'd rather not talk about that," Harry raised his voice and stood up abruptly to leave the kitchen.
"Harry!"
He couldn't leave.
"You cannot push this away. It will eat away at your mind unless you face it. And the time to face it is now."
"Face WHAT, Professor? Face the fact that I'm a murder? Face the fact that if I do not kill Voldemort then I will be murdered? Either way I've murdered Sirius, and now I have to murder another person or let them kill me."
Dumbledore sighed, "Please sit, Harry. I promise you will have your say if I can have my share. But if you don't mind I'd like to temporarily stray from the topic of the Department of Mysteries, and talk about Remus Lupin."
"Where is he?" Harry immediately choked down his anger and began to talk in a civilized manner, though his voice broke as he asked the question he feared the answer to.
"No one knows."
"But Professor, he could be in danger. He could-"
"I know, Harry, " Dumbledore said quietly. "I know, but Remus knew the dangers of this mission, and accepted it still. I have reasons to believe he is alive, though I do not know of his condition."
"Do you think Voldemort has him?"
"I cannot be sure. However, if you would ask of my opinion I would say no, I do not believe he is in the hands of Voldemort, nor any Death Eaters."
"What makes you say that?"
"Hope."
Harry snorted, "Oh, please! After all of this you still believe in hope? I'm sorry Professor, but I stopped believing a long time ago."
"I am sorry to hear that," Dumbledore's eyes lost their usual twinkle.
"Goodnight, Professor Dumbledore."
"Good night, Mr. Potter."
Harry left the kitchen steaming at the ears. He had been somewhat happy lately. A good mood was rare to come by these days, and now Dumbledore ruined it for him...again.
A/N: Yea, I've tried saving it as htm and all that other stuff but...well, as many of you have probably guessed (you smart cookies, you!) I am a complete idiot when it comes to using a computer. The fact that I came this far is a surprise.
I don't know if it's going to be a Harry/Ginny fic. Actually I only know the basic, undetailed plot of this story. So anything goes really. As I write I create the story. My method- not sure if it's the best. But hey, it works.
"WHAT? What do you mean they don't know where he is?" Harry was furious.
Ron sighed, "I mean he left just after your birthday, and was supposed to be back four days ago but never showed up."
"But...what if he's hurt? Are they even looking for him?"
"Dumbledore sent some of the Order to look for him," Hermione said.
"Who?"
"Um...."
"Who!?" Harry snapped.
Hermione took a deep breath and closed her eyes, "Snape," she said quickly.
"Snape? Dumbledore sent SNAPE to look for REMUS?"
"Yes," Hermione squeaked.
"What the bloody hell does he think he's doing? Snape will most likely hand Remus over to Voldemort the first chance he gets. He's a goner." Harry collapsed on Ron's bed next to Ginny.
"Harry, I'm sure he's ok. Hagrid got back a little later than usual last year but he's perfectly safe."
"He brought back a giant, Ginny. A dangerous, bloody, giant!"
Ginny said nothing.
The four friends sat the bed in silence. Harry's face was scrunched up with anger. Ron's stomach growled loudly.
"Sorry," he laughed nervously.
"Prat," Harry threw a pillow at Ron.
"Ok then, have it your way," Ron threw the pillow back at Harry, but missed. The pillow hit a vase and toppled over, shattering on the floor. Soon the four of them were engaged in a pillow fight. Feathers were sent flying all over the room, giving it the impression of a snow storm. They were so busy that they had not noticed Mrs. Weasley scowling in the doorway, her arms crossed against her chest and her foot tapping in disappointment.
"What on earth are you doing?"
Harry and Hermione jumped, while Ginny and Ron's faces changed quickly to the usual Weasley crimson when they were embarrassed.
"Sorry, Mum."
"Too right you are! I want this mess cleaned up right away, and then you will get ready for bed."
"But Mum! It's only six 'o clock!"
"Ronald Bilius Weasley, don't you dare argue with me! Don't make me have you de-gnome the garden tomorrow. A new group moved in next to the patch of tomatoes."
Ron sighed but said nothing more.
"Oh, Harry dear. The headmaster is downstairs, and would like to speak with you."
Harry's jaw dropped. He looked at Ron and then Hermione. They both shrugged.
"Now," Mrs. Weasley said sternly.
Harry got up and followed her out of the room. He had a bad feeling about this.
"Hello, Mr. Potter." Dumbledore sat on one of the kitchen table chairs, and motioned for Harry to sit across from him.
"How are you, Professor?"
"Fine, and you?"
"I'm ok."
Mrs. Weasley crept out of the room silently.
"There are just a few things I would like to discuss."
"Yes, sir."
"Ow, Ginny! You're stepping on my toe!"
"Well, then let me have the other ear!"
"Both of you two be quiet! Someone will hear us."
Hermione, Ginny, and Ron sat just outside of Ron's bedroom door, trying to listen in on Harry and Dumbledore's talk with Extendable Ears.
"Guys, this is not working. Let's just stop before we get caught."
"Hermione, don't be stupid. You know you want to know what he's saying to Harry," Ron held the Extendable Ear closer to his own ear.
"Harry will tell us afterwards anyway."
"You know, I'm not so sure of that. Seems like he never tells us anything anymore. He's been real different since that night."
"For Merlin's sake, Ron, so have you!" Hermione raised her voice slightly.
"I'm sorry...I...I shouldn't have said that."
"No, you're right. Let's go to bed. Night."
Hermione and Ginny bid him a goodnight and went down the hall to Ginny's room, leaving Ron behind to sulk in his thoughts.
He knew he wasn't the same. Those damned brains that attacked him left him scarred, just like Sirius's death left Harry.
"I am hoping that you have learned to forgive an old man of his mistakes."
"Professor, I'm sorry about your office. It was immature and wrong, but I was angry. I wasn't thinking."
"Your little outburst of anger is none of my concern. Harry, I'm talking about everything. The Occulemency, the Prophecy, the-"
"Professor, I'd rather not talk about that," Harry raised his voice and stood up abruptly to leave the kitchen.
"Harry!"
He couldn't leave.
"You cannot push this away. It will eat away at your mind unless you face it. And the time to face it is now."
"Face WHAT, Professor? Face the fact that I'm a murder? Face the fact that if I do not kill Voldemort then I will be murdered? Either way I've murdered Sirius, and now I have to murder another person or let them kill me."
Dumbledore sighed, "Please sit, Harry. I promise you will have your say if I can have my share. But if you don't mind I'd like to temporarily stray from the topic of the Department of Mysteries, and talk about Remus Lupin."
"Where is he?" Harry immediately choked down his anger and began to talk in a civilized manner, though his voice broke as he asked the question he feared the answer to.
"No one knows."
"But Professor, he could be in danger. He could-"
"I know, Harry, " Dumbledore said quietly. "I know, but Remus knew the dangers of this mission, and accepted it still. I have reasons to believe he is alive, though I do not know of his condition."
"Do you think Voldemort has him?"
"I cannot be sure. However, if you would ask of my opinion I would say no, I do not believe he is in the hands of Voldemort, nor any Death Eaters."
"What makes you say that?"
"Hope."
Harry snorted, "Oh, please! After all of this you still believe in hope? I'm sorry Professor, but I stopped believing a long time ago."
"I am sorry to hear that," Dumbledore's eyes lost their usual twinkle.
"Goodnight, Professor Dumbledore."
"Good night, Mr. Potter."
Harry left the kitchen steaming at the ears. He had been somewhat happy lately. A good mood was rare to come by these days, and now Dumbledore ruined it for him...again.
A/N: Yea, I've tried saving it as htm and all that other stuff but...well, as many of you have probably guessed (you smart cookies, you!) I am a complete idiot when it comes to using a computer. The fact that I came this far is a surprise.
I don't know if it's going to be a Harry/Ginny fic. Actually I only know the basic, undetailed plot of this story. So anything goes really. As I write I create the story. My method- not sure if it's the best. But hey, it works.