A/N: Man, I love all the people that reviewed, you have set the record. I'm really sorry I took so long. You know how it is, school, dances, homework. I love writing HP/HG fanfics. They are so much fun because my friends call me delirious. Anyways chapter 5.
Harry stared around the front room. His nostrils searched for the familiar pungent odor, but instead, an aroma of clean clothes and early spring wafted into his nose. He stepped inside after a not-so-gentle prod from Moody. "Come on Potter, it's cold."
"Sorry," Harry replied.
"Harry, why don't you put your bags upstairs," suggested Lupin.
"Ok."
Harry walked upstairs, but as he made to enter the room he had slept in two summers ago Tonk's voice rang out, "Oi! Harry, you'll be sleeping in Sirius' old room."
Harry braced himself for the yells of Mrs. Black's, but they never came. He looked at where her spot used to be and saw Sirius' smiling face. It wasn't like most portraits in the wizarding world. It did not move.
Harry looked away and climbed the next flight of stairs to Sirius' old room. He threw his bags on the ground and looked around in astonishment. This room was the polar opposite of what Harry had expected it to be.
He had expected a dark, dusty room with moth-eaten rugs and curtains and rotting furniture.
Instead he found a hardwood floor room, covered in an exquisite Persian rug. A large bed with the Black family crest embroidered on the red backing. The pillows were huge and stuffed with soft feathers.
A soft red chintz chair sat in the corner of the room and next to it was cherry side table. A matching dresser and mirror were standing in the other corner.
In the center of the wall opposite the bed, a mirror hung on the wall. A golden frame embedded with small jewels. It however did not reflect the person who was looking at it.
Across the top were engraved the words "Scisco tunc vobis opertet vidi." Across the bottom read "Ask and you shall see."
He stared at the English translation across the bottom and then decided he would test out the mirror. He spoke softly, "Show me Hermione Jane Granger."
The mirror clouded and then from the center, it began to clear. Harry saw Hermione sitting in a hospital with her mother. She was holding her father's hand, stroking it gently, and crying.
Harry thought he was intruding on a private family event. Even though Hermione was his best friend, spying on her was wrong. What if he asked to see her and she was in the shower or getting dressed. He resigned to leave the mirror alone for now.
Harry turned away and muttered, "Stop." The mirror cleared again. He unpacked his bag and then walked down the stairs into the kitchen. Only Lupin and Hagrid were still awake and they were listening to a quiet song on the WWN (Wizarding Wireless Network). They were playing a game of cards; Harry did not recognize what it was.
"So Harry, you all unpacked?" asked Lupin without looking up.
"Yea," replied Harry stifling a yawn.
"Harry, we have some business to attend to. When Dumbledore left his worldly possessions to you he also left his pensieve, Fawkes's egg, and the right to choose the new Secret Keeper of the order," said his third year teacher solemnly.
"I don't want any of the money; just…give it to the Order. Um ... I don't know who the Secret Keeper should be. Professor McGonagall?"
"Minerva is the perfect woman for the job. As for the task, what is it, if you don't mind me asking," he asked looking apprehensive.
"I think, I should wait a while, I haven't even told Ron or Hermione yet."
"Okay, I see your reasoning; you might want to go get some sleep. You look exhausted," he said patting Harry's shoulder.
Harry staggered upstairs and collapsed onto Sirius' bed. It was soft and comfortable and pulled him into a deep slumber, even though he was still fully clothed.
Harry woke when a soft ray of sunlight beamed onto his face. He looked around the room, momentarily forgetting where he was. He sat up startled, but then remembered he was in his godfather's old room. He rolled off of the bed and stood up on the floor.
He walked into the bathroom, and undressed. He then took a shower, rubbing the sleepiness from his eyes. He put on fresh clothes, brushed his teeth, and put on deodorant.
The Boy Who Lived walked downstairs and was greeted by a smell of toast, eggs, and bacon. Tonks was standing at the stove, busily cooking. The rest of the Order was sitting at the table.
Harry sat down and was engaged in conversation about the Quidditch World Cup coming up next year. Hagrid, Lupin, and Shacklebolt were talking about the English teams and how bleak the prospects looked for next year. Harry joined in.
He was interrupted from this interesting conversation by a knock at the door. He stood up to answer it, followed closely by Moody. He opened the door only to be tackled by a tall, brown haired girl.
"Oh, Harry."
"I'll leave you two alone," growled Moody, shutting the front door.
"Sorry, Harry," said Hermione, pulling Harry up from the ground.
"Its, ok 'Mione," he said, patting dust off her blouse.
"Don't call me that," she said indignantly, slapping his arm.
"Ok, Herm-own-ninny," he grinned. Hermione did not seem to find this funny. She turned away from him and crossed her arms.
"Hermione, what is it?" he pulled her arm so she was facing him.
"It's nothing, I shouldn't have overreacted."
"Hermione, please tell me."
"No, its nothing," she cast her eyes down towards the ground.
"Hermione, why won't you tell me?"
"It's really nothing," she mumbled.
"I know that you're not telling the truth, I've been your friend for six years."
"It's just…."
"Harry. Hermione. Its time for breakfast," Lupin shouted from the kitchen.
Hermione stood on her the tips of her toes and whispered, "I'll tell you later, I promise," and she walked into the kitchen and Harry followed.