Chapter 4
Slowly, Harry recovered from his shock and began to think about everything that had transpired in the past two hours. Just two hours ago, he had been worried to death about Sirius. Now, he was filled with hope and determination to save his godfather's life. All it needed was some effort on his part. He determined to himself that he would find the recipe for the Vacilanium Carteocae, no matter what it took.
Now filled with resolve, Harry couldn't stand to waste a minute at Privet Drive. He took out a piece of paper and scribbled an urgent message to Professor Lupin.
Dear Professor Lupin
How is Sirius? I hope he hasn't gotten any worse. I need to come to Grimmauld Place as soon as possible. It is urgent. Please consult Professor Dumbledore and arrange for me to leave Privet Drive.
Meanwhile, I'm fine here at Privet Drive.
Take care.
Harry
He read the letter once and decided that it was satisfactory, if rather abrupt. But he did not wish to say anything more at this point of time. The words Vacilanium Carteocae kept popping up in his brain. Somehow he would have to find that recipe. He would. He had to.
Once he sent the letter off on Hedwig, he turned his attention to the task at hand. He packed all his books and other belongings that he would need into his Hogwarts trunk. Then, he cleaned up his room until it was spotless. Finally, he looked around and was satisfied with what he saw. He was ready to leave any moment.
However, he knew that it would take sometime for the Order to arrange for his trip to Grimmauld Place. He would just have to wait until then. Harry glanced at the clock. It was three o' clock in the morning. "Should I sleep?" he wondered to himself, then decided that it was probably the wise thing to do. It was best to get some rest and start fresh in the morning. But before turning in, there was one more thing that remained to be done.
Taking out a fresh piece of paper, he started writing a note to Hermione.
Dear Hermione
I am fine at the Dursleys. Don't worry about me and don't worry about your grades either. For you, it is a redundant activity.
Seriously though Hermione, I have to discuss many things with you and I will probably need your help with some of them. Will you help me?
I hope to be at Grimmauld Place soon. I know that you will be going there too. So, I'll see you soon and we will discuss everything further.
Thank you so much for everything.
Lots of love
Harry
Once Hedwig returned from his previous trip, Harry dispatched the new letter with apologies and promises of a treat to the disapproving owl. Hedwig had returned from Grimmauld Place with just a short reply that told him to be ready. If his letter puzzled anyone at Headquarters, nobody was voicing it yet. Satisfied with the order of things that day, Harry climbed onto bed and fell into another dreamless sleep only ruffled by a tinkling laughter of a girl with large brown eyes and thick, bushy hair.
Slowly, Harry recovered from his shock and began to think about everything that had transpired in the past two hours. Just two hours ago, he had been worried to death about Sirius. Now, he was filled with hope and determination to save his godfather's life. All it needed was some effort on his part. He determined to himself that he would find the recipe for the Vacilanium Carteocae, no matter what it took.
Now filled with resolve, Harry couldn't stand to waste a minute at Privet Drive. He took out a piece of paper and scribbled an urgent message to Professor Lupin.
Dear Professor Lupin
How is Sirius? I hope he hasn't gotten any worse. I need to come to Grimmauld Place as soon as possible. It is urgent. Please consult Professor Dumbledore and arrange for me to leave Privet Drive.
Meanwhile, I'm fine here at Privet Drive.
Take care.
Harry
He read the letter once and decided that it was satisfactory, if rather abrupt. But he did not wish to say anything more at this point of time. The words Vacilanium Carteocae kept popping up in his brain. Somehow he would have to find that recipe. He would. He had to.
Once he sent the letter off on Hedwig, he turned his attention to the task at hand. He packed all his books and other belongings that he would need into his Hogwarts trunk. Then, he cleaned up his room until it was spotless. Finally, he looked around and was satisfied with what he saw. He was ready to leave any moment.
However, he knew that it would take sometime for the Order to arrange for his trip to Grimmauld Place. He would just have to wait until then. Harry glanced at the clock. It was three o' clock in the morning. "Should I sleep?" he wondered to himself, then decided that it was probably the wise thing to do. It was best to get some rest and start fresh in the morning. But before turning in, there was one more thing that remained to be done.
Taking out a fresh piece of paper, he started writing a note to Hermione.
Dear Hermione
I am fine at the Dursleys. Don't worry about me and don't worry about your grades either. For you, it is a redundant activity.
Seriously though Hermione, I have to discuss many things with you and I will probably need your help with some of them. Will you help me?
I hope to be at Grimmauld Place soon. I know that you will be going there too. So, I'll see you soon and we will discuss everything further.
Thank you so much for everything.
Lots of love
Harry
Once Hedwig returned from his previous trip, Harry dispatched the new letter with apologies and promises of a treat to the disapproving owl. Hedwig had returned from Grimmauld Place with just a short reply that told him to be ready. If his letter puzzled anyone at Headquarters, nobody was voicing it yet. Satisfied with the order of things that day, Harry climbed onto bed and fell into another dreamless sleep only ruffled by a tinkling laughter of a girl with large brown eyes and thick, bushy hair.
