Leave Me Be

A/N: This story takes place the summer after Sirius's death.

Chapter One

A/N: (I do not own any of the Harry Potter Character) and this is my first FanFic ever so please R&R.

"Harry? Where are you Harry? Don't hide form me," yelled Hermione as she searched Number Twelve Gimmauld Place for her best friend Harry Potter, "I know you're here so please come talk to me."

Poor Harry, thought Hermione, his last living connection to his parents, his last living true connection, dead, and all because of him. He's blaming himself for the horrible death of Sirius, but it wasn't completely his fault. Oh, Harry, please talk to me.

"Where could Ron be? He hasn't left…great, now I'm stuck searching for the both of them, one who needs my help, and the other whose help I need. What ever am I going to do with the pair of them?" muttered Hermione.

"I'm right here, why do you need my help?" replied Ron whom had been sitting in an old musty arm chair with it's back to Hermione.

"You'd better get out of that chair of yours and help me find our friend, Harry. He needs our help; I haven't been able to find him since the minute we got back form the funeral, Ron. Do you know where he is? You'd tell me if you did, right Ron?" She was such a nagger that Hermione, but it came from the heart and she was a truly wonderful person.

Ron slowly got up form the great backed chair and started towards the stairs. Just as he put his fairly large right foot onto the first step, Hermione came up and ruffled his flaming red hair.

"And where do you think your going?" she asked in a teasing tone while tapping her foot.

Reluctantly Ron replied, "Well, I thought, erm…maybe I'd go talk to him."

"So you do know where he is, Ron! Why didn't you tell me?"

"I dunno, I thought it'd be better if he just let him be, you know, gave him some time alone maybe?" mumbled Ron shyly.

"Look Ron, I know you mean well, but please tell me where he is," demanded Hermione "I'm just going to bring up some food to him. Tell me Ron, where is he?"

"Hesinsiruisroom, happy now?" Ron hadn't intended to tell Hermione at all, after all Harry was his friend and Ron did not want to betray him, but Hermione did have a very imposing glare.

"In Sirius's room, eh? Okay Ron, thank you." hollered Hermione as she dashed down the hall to the kitchen.