Chapter 5

The Grimmauld Place always had a bad name. There were a lot of complaints about this neighbourhood. For example, the family who had lived there were horrible. There is only one good thing about it. Sirius Black had once lived there.

But much had changed. The garden, the smell, the furniture, the ceiling and all that once had been old, have been replaced with new. Harry was happy for the change. At least it didn't feel like what it used to be a few years ago.

There is only one room that still hasn't changed; Sirius Black's bedroom.

As much as he wanted to forget of Sirius's death, he wouldn't destroy the last reminder of his godfather. Opposite the unattended room, was the trophy room, which has been changed into Harry's daughter's bedroom.

"Daddy, do have I to take a bath? I'm so tired," moaned April as she entered her room. Harry's stared at her with an angry look. "Okay, okay, then."

The toddler took her towel and went into her bathroom. Harry walked to April's cupboard and took out her nightgown. April's room was a girl's dream. Everything was pink, even her lovely bed, desk, cupboard, mirror and her toilet seat was pink too.

Mrs. Weasley had told Harry about not pampering his daughter too much, it would cause a jolt in her personality but Harry didn't listen to her. 'She is my only daughter' Harry would say.

Every night, April and her father would read bedtime stories together and Harry would tuck her into bed with a warm kiss on her forehead.

"… and they lived happily ever after," said Harry, reading the last lines of Cinderella.

"Is there any princess who don't live happily ever after, daddy?" asked April as Harry gave her a teddy bear.

"You would be if you don't go to sleep," Harry laughed softly and kissed April's forehead. "Goodnight, princess, sweet dreams."

Harry switched off April's bedroom (he had successfully connected the muggle wiring) and switched on her night lamp which was the shape of a wizard. He went upstairs to his room. Harry's room was not as grand as April's; the man did spend his money on the daughter.

The red bed, red curtains, wooden furniture, everything was completely red. If it wasn't red, it would be teak coloured. Harry slowly reached into his bed and took a book to read. Just after reading two lines of the book, he started to get bored. So, he turned on his television.

"Boring, boring, plain boring, who would want to know about that," Harry said as he changed the channels with his remote. "Disgusting, obnoxious, boring, ugggh, and it's suppose to be entertainment for the Muggles!"

Harry threw his remote away and leaned on his pillow.

I am such a lonely man, such a lonely man, pathetic in a kind of way

Those words keep repeating until he went to sleep.

It was a beautiful morning, the sun was shining brightly as Harry slept on his warm bed. His eyes popped open and he saw Miranda looking at him. Her soft brown hair was tied into a bun and her beautiful chocolate eyes gazed at him.

"Harry, I'm going to buy some groceries okay" she whispered. Harry nodded. "Take care of April, I'll be coming back in about an hour. Bye. I love you."

Harry walked along the road. He stared at the pavement. He had missed Miranda after she went to shop for grocery and had decided to help her carry the bags. He had brought along April with him. He pushed her stroller to the grocery shop.

Something had caught his eyes. There was a gathering crowd on the street. Better go find out what's causing it. Harry pushed April's stroller to the crowd.

"What's happened here," asked Harry to a stranger, as he saw blood on the road.

"Somebody stabbed a woman at her heart, just to get her money," the stranger claimed. Harry then heard a groan. It sounded so familiar.

"Miranda!" Harry shouted. He ran to his wife. Miranda was covered by blood. Her heart was roughly stabbed. "Are you okay?"

"H-Harry, it's that you?" said Miranda with a weak voice.

"It's going to be okay, the Healers can fix it, can't they?" Harry sobbed as he saw the pain in Miranda's eyes.

"I feel cold," said Miranda.

"No, you don't. Don't say that, please don't leave me," he cried. He kissed her on her forehead.

"Take care of April. T-Tell her that I love h-her. Give her this," said Miranda. She gave Harry what seem to be a key, shaped of a swan.

"Can you apparate?" asked Harry.

"But the muggles"-

"The ministry can fix that, they can take care of April too," Harry whispered to Miranda's ear. They both apparate with a 'pop' and went to St. Mungo's.

Harry ran to the register with Miranda in his arms. The nurse quickly asked Harry to follow her to the emergency room.

"Don't be sad when I'm gone, Harry, please don't," said Miranda, as though she already knew she was going to die.

"YOU ARE NOT GOING TO DIE. You can't!" Harry shouted. He lay Miranda down on the operation bed gently and kissed her with all the passion that he had for her.

"I love you," Miranda said.

The Healer slowly came out from the room.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Potter. There's nothing we could do," he said with a sad voice.

"What! It can't be! You're a Healer! GET IN THERE AND SAVE MY WIFE!" He screamed at the top of his lungs.

"Please, Mr. Potter. Even if she's a witch, she's still human. Trust me when I say, no human has ever been stabbed at the heart and live, it's impossible, I'm sorry," the Healer said.

"NOOOOOO!" Harry screamed. He breathed heavily and looked around. He was in bed. It was just a dream. Just a dream. Slowly, he took the picture of Miranda on his bedside table.

He gaze at Miranda's eyes. Harry felt a trickle of joy in his heart. He sighed.

"Why did you leave me?"

Upon hearing this, April closed her father's bedroom door. She scrunched her face and tried to think.

He's so sad. I bet he needs someone but who? Duh, find that special someone, April. You can do that. Off course! I can set up a date for daddy. Thanks conscience. That's what I do, girl.