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Chapter Eight: Study Discoveries.

Within minutes, Arthur, Molly, Ginny, Ron, Hermione and Harry were all gathered in the livivng room. Ginny wandered in last, looking a little lost. Harry immediately walked over to her and pulled her close.

"It'll be fine." he whispered gently into her hair. Ginny nodded dazedly.

Ron had been one of the first to the living room. He had an odd stony expression on his face and his body was stiff. Hermione was giving him nervous glances once in a while, but Ron was staring fixedly at a spot on the carpet.

Everyone was silent for several moments. They were all thinking the same thing, and there was no real need to speak.

Mr. Weasley Flooed to Grimmauld Place first. Ron followed, looking grim.

Harry stepped into the fire. He caught one last glance of the Burrow before being sucked into the swirly abyss.

Harry blinked as he landed hard on the hearth of Grimmauld Place. It was exactly as he had remembered it, save for a few piles of things that were obviously made during Mundungus' ransacking visits.

Harry felt a wave of anger wash over him. As if Fletcher had the right to go through Sirius' things, my things!

Harry was so lost in his angry thoughts, he didn't notice when Ron and Mr. Weasley stopped setting things up to eye him cautiously.

He didn't come out of his thoughts until Ginny appeared and stumbled into him, knocking them both to the ground.

"Oops, sorry!" Ginny groaned, and then laughed as she tried to get up and failed.

Harry just mumbled, "S'okay," brushed himself off, got up and wandered away. He didn't notice that Ginny stayed sitting on the floor, looking after him worriedly.

Harry couldn't keep still. He was on the floor. In the chair. In the bed. Under the covers. On top of the covers. Under the bed. He even sat in the closet for a few minutes before feeling like a fool and crawling out.

Finally he came to a solution.

Yes, this is hard. Deal with it. Cuz you sure as hell suck at hiding from it.

Feeling as if he ought to just dive in, he tentatively headed to Sirius' bedroom

The first word taht came to Harry's mind as the door creaked open was : Huge.

Indeed it was huge. There was a large bed, a table and chairs, couches and a fireplace. Harry's eyes were drawn upwards.

There's a second level. Whoa.

He could see through the railing what looked like a study area with a desk and library.

Huge though the room may have been, it was still similar to the rest of the house: dark and gloomy.

Harry sighed. Here we go.

He slowly climbed the winding stone staircase.

When he got to the top he saw that the second story was larger than he thought. The library stretched very far, with bookcases lining the walls and standing in rows, reaching from the floor to the top of the high cieling. Ladders were everywhere to allow access to the top shelves. He wanted to go through as much as he could, to learn as much as possible about the man who was the closest thing to a parent that he could remember, as he hadn't had the time to get to know him when he was alive.

The desk seemed a good place to start. Harry sat heavily down in the brown leather armchair. His eyes scanned the surface of the shiny oak-wood desk. Sirius seemed to have been researching something. Harry saw with shame that the two-way mirror was propped against a book, and quickly averted his eyes.

What was Sirius interested in? Harry wondered absently. He leaned in to look at the rolls of parchment, but the handwriting was so hurried and scribbled, he could barely read it. He shifted some books and parchment. Under a blank roll and two broken quills, he found a locket.

Wierd. Harry thought. It didn't seem to fit with the theme of the contents on the desk.

Maybe I should collect lockets. Harry thought with a smirk. He absentmindedly touched his pocket where the fake Horcrux was.

He squinted at the locket. All of a sudden, he recognized it as the one that wouldn't open two years previous.

He was about to set it down but thought differently and pocketed it.

Harry got up and was about to look though the library when he heard a ruckus.

"--always do this! What do you have against him?" Hermione seemed to be yelling. Of course, there was no way to tell, as the house echoed so much.

Harry made a mental note to come back to the library at a later time.

He ran down the stairs and went out the door to where Hermione was staying. She and Ron were in a heated argument.

"What do I have...what do I have AGAINST HIM?" Ron shouted. His face was turning red.

"That is what I asked, if I can recall," Hermione was calm, and collected.

"What's going on?" Harry asked.

Ron turned to him for a moment. "Fleur invited Vicky to her wedding." He spat with disgust.

He turned back to Hermione."Well, it's--it's not him... But...we really need to be concentrating on helping Harry! That's what's most important right now." Ron paused. "Instead of--gallavanting around with Lover Boy!"

Hermione had turned to face the mirror to brush her hair into a ponytail, but with Ron's statement, she slammed the brush down and whirled around. "Lover Boy? LOVER BOY? IT'S NOT MY WEDDING! I did not invite him. I write letters to him every so often, yes. But so what? What does that have to do with anything?"

"It's the principle of the thing," Ron huffed before leaving the room.

Hermione looked blankly at Harry. "What's the principle of the thing?"

Harry looked back at her. "The fact that you snogged Krum."

Hermione blushed and looked away. After a minute, she said, "Well, what's that got to do with anything?"

"Think about it. It'll come to you eventually. It'll be clear." Harry paused before adding in an undertone, "I hope."

A/N: Hey all. It's been a while. Sorry. But you know, school.

I'm getting a lot of hits for this story, but not too many reviews, and this makes me think that people read it but don't like it.

If this is the case,sorry guys. What can I do to make it better for you?

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I don't want to have to do this, but...if i dont get 15 reviews for this chapter, i can't promise a new chapter before 2 weeks is up.

Sorry. I don't wanna be mean, but if I dont get 15 (or close) that means I need to work REALLY hard on the next chapter.

Sorry guys. I love you.

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ok, i have to go watch gilmore girls, teehee.

REVIEWERS:

Sugarquill824: im so happy for you, with the hottie. but yes, there will be Horcrux action (if you can't tell from this chapter) and if you check my profile, you'll see how much I know these characters. I think I'm pretty certain on how they will act in situations. Or at least what i want them to feel. haha. I hope you find theyre not too out of character.

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