Sirius: After Azkaban

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Chapter 9:

Morning Anger

The next few weeks flew by fast. Siriussa explored and carefully questioned many people about Sirius. But the people who did know anything about his whereabouts only heard rumors though, so they weren't much help. She bumped into Jeff a few more times, but nothing special happened. It is now the weekend of Halloween.

"Oh shit, I'm running out of money!" I said to myself angrily, while looking through my money. "I better get a job soon."

I walked into the bar and sat down. "The usual Stan." By now I figured out what the barman's name was.

"Comin' right up, Siri." The bartender, Stan, turned his back to me. Then after a minute he set down a hotdog with mustard and a cherry coke in front of me.

"Thanks." I said, digging in.

When I finished my hotdog and took a swig from my soda I asked Stan if he heard anything yet.

"Well, I heard that he might be roaming around England somewhere - maybe close to here."

"Okay - well, I haven't got too far on my- Er - report, but I've still got hope, and more time."

"That's great."

"Yeah, it is." There was a pause, while Stan served another customer.

"So . . . what're your plans today?"

"Well - I've been out a lot the last few days, so I think I'll stay in and - Um - go over everything I have."

"Oh, that's great."

"Yep."

I stayed there for only a little while more, then went up to my room in the hotel. When I sat down in the only chair in my room and stared at the wall, I realized I had nothing to do. So I then went to the lounge-lobby downstairs.

There were only a few people sitting on the couches there, and there was an open chair that I sat down in.

At the moment the TV was on and some cartoon was playing. I looked around and saw only one person who was actually watching it.

There were three other people, but two of them were snoozing and the other was busy reading. I sat there for a moment staring at the TV; looking bored. Then the dude watching TV let out a sigh, and got up and left to his room.

I found the remote and changed the channel to the News. It showed a parade going in a city just outside of London. At the parade there was lovely music playing - nice, soft, soothing . . . .

"Hey! Siri! Wake up . . . Siri? Hey!"

I blinked and woke up. Then I noticed Jeff was standing in front of me.

"What? Was I sleeping? Wow . . . What time is it?" I looked around and saw that the room was empty.

"It's quite early in the morning." Jeff said, stepping back, away from me. "You must've been in a deep sleep!"

I blinked a couple more times, trying to get all the sleepiness out of me. "Yeah, I suppose I was. It'll probably be a long day, now that I'm up so early."

"Actually, that's why I came here . . . " He paused, took a deep breath, and then looked at me very seriously. "They've spotted him - Siri."

"What? Who...?" I asked, sitting more upright and staring at him, waiting for an answer. "What're you talking about?"

"Sirius - Siri. Sirius Black . . . "

I froze, thinking. Then I stood up quickly, realizing what he had just said. "Where?!?" I asked demandingly. "Where did they spot him? Who spotted him? How -?"

"Hey, hey, hey. Siri, settle down!" Jeff interrupted.

I took a deep breath and sat down on the end of the chair. I still looked at him expectantly.

"Okay," he said, "Now hold it. I know you're anxious, and probably want to leave now - "

"Well what else do I have to do!" I rudely interrupted, leaving an uncomfortable silence, which made me feel stupid.

"- But you just can't." Jeff said, finally finishing his sentence. He was being very patient, just like Dumbledore was when I met him. "It wouldn't be a very good idea to go looking for a murderer in the early hours of the day, especially alone! And besides, the ministry and Dumbledore are taking care of that."

"I don't give a rat's ass; and that's your opinion. You can't stop me. And I - I'm going right now!" I stood up.

"Ha! Siri, you have no idea where your going. So how're you getting there?"

Then I realized that he was right and, yet again, I felt very stupid. I threw myself down again, in a sort of defeated way.

"Now as I was saying, they saw Sirius. He was spotted in Hogwarts after breaking into a room and scaring a student, who is called Ron Weasley, half to death. The rumor is, he was going after Harry Potter."

I thought for a minute, wondering where I heard that name from. "Really . . . The name sounds familiar . . . who is he?"

Jeff looked at me strangely; as if I were a muggle asking how to use a telephone. "Wait . . . you don't know who Harry Potter is? You have to kidding me! This is a joke, right?"

I looked at him puzzled, "No, I don't think it's a joke." I said slowly. "Why? Is this Harry Potter person very important? I can't remember . . . "

"Um - Yeah . . . " Jeff said, dumbstruck. "Now let me get this straight. You don't know who Harry Potter is?" I shook my head, "Do you know who the Dark Lord is?"

I looked at him, then thought for a second, "Are you talking about Voldemort?"

Jeff flinched, which I thought was really weird. "Yes, I am."

"But what does Harry? - Oh! I remember now. It's been quite a long time now, hasn't it? About 14 years ago . . . Yeah, Harry Potter was that little kid who Voldemort couldn't kill!"

Jeff flinched once more; he needs to go see a doctor or something. "Yeah." He said, "But will you stop saying that name? Call him 'The Dark Lord' or 'He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named' or 'You Know Who' - or something other than that!"

"Fine. So, why was Sirius after Harry?"

"Well, they say he works for the Dark Lord, and that he assisted in killing Harry's parents; and now he's after Harry."

"Really . . . So Sirius was found in Hogwarts supposedly looking for Harry, and now what?" 'Oh no!' I thought. "Have they got him locked up again?"

"Well, I'm not sure. I just got the news about it half an hour ago, and they started searching the school."

"So, Hogwarts... Is that a good school?"

"Yeah, it's one of the best. Albus Dumbledore runs it."

"Oh yeah! Still?"

"Yeah. Everyone says he is really great."

"Yep. I remember meeting him before . . . he seemed nice."

"Huh . . . why'd you meet him?"

"Oh, just this and that . . . " I wasn't going to tell him what Albus did for me throughout my life. He doesn't need to know. It's not that important. "Anyway, where is Hogwarts again? How long will it take me to get there?"

"Wait, Siri. I've explained this before. It wouldn't be very smart to go right now."

"Don't tell me what's smart and what isn't! I make my own decisions!"

"You're right, Siri, but I'm telling you that you can't just walk right into Hogwarts. And I doubt Black is dumb enough to hang around in the school, anyway."

"Yeah, but what do you expect me to do? I'm not going to just sit here and do nothing!? I was practically yelling at him now, and a woman appeared behind the desk and told me to be quiet or get out. "Fine!" I said walking past Jeff; I turned around when I reached the door and said to Jeff, who was still standing next to the sofa, "Thanks for your help!" And I walked out of the building.

"Scotch, Stan - and hurry it up, I don't have all day." I was sitting on a stool in the bar, fuming.

"I'm not going to let you get drunk like crazy again, Siri. I know it's not you."

I glared at him very angrily. Then I stood up and stormed out.

"What do you want?" I yelled, when I saw Jeff on the sidewalk, and started walking the other way.

"Siri, I want you to calm down." He started following right behind me.

"Calm down! Calm down!" I turned around and looked him in his face. He was slightly shorter than me.

"Yes, Siri, I can help you, and I think you should listen."

"Why should I do that?" I snapped at him.

"Because I think you could benefit from what I have to say!" Jeff said getting angry now. "Now, if you want to listen to what I have to say," he pulled out a slip of paper from his robes, "go here."

When I took it, he turned around and started walking the other way, "Oh - And Siri!" he called out, turning around, "I'll be waiting." With that he turned back around and within minutes he turned down a different street and disappeared.

"He's so freaky." I mumbled, thinking about his last words in which his voice changed from a shout to a low, scary grumble.

I looked at the card he gave me and gave a short gasp. I recognized the card. The guy who attacked me was carrying the same one, except that this card had a scribbled address on the back. I wondered if it was just a coincidence, as I followed Jeff's path.

I had to talk to him; he's the only chance I have at the moment. I looked at the address again. "613 South Suiebet Road" (A/N the street is just a dumb, made up one, but it's pronounced - sea-u-bet - ) I read out loud, wondering what I was getting myself into.