A/N: Wow, I'm so astonished by how much this story has impacted so many of you! And Jk Rowling was the one behind all this by making the characters and what not! Lol! But thanks, I appreciate hearing what you like and not, and what you think needs improvement. This chapter is at least 10-11 pages on word…so hopefully that's better? Lol! I know about the beta thing, and my best friend Lime might do it so don't fret over it… it may happen. Cough smiles innocently anyways…
Disclaimer: I do not own, and this is so bloody annoying (excuse the language) :P
Chapter 21: Unraveled timeLucious Malfoy strode purposefully through the halls of the Ministry of Magic. His snake walking stick adding to his professional don't-mess-with-me look. Brand new expensive Dragonhide boots clinked on the hearth beneath him, his nose stuck in the air as a typical Malfoy would have it.
A couple busy witches and wizards whizzed past him muttering a polite "hello." and "Good morning Mr. Malfoy," over bundles of folders and loose parchment. He nodded curtly in turn, not really caring especially. He had a mission to fulfill, and by Gosh he had better not screw it up…
He practically waltzed into the lift, pressing firmly down on the level 9 button, ignoring somebody's outraged burst of rage that the doors had closed in their face. Sniffling mudblood he thought bitterly as the lift descended making him slightly more anxious.
Lucious Malfoy was a well-respected high rank in the Ministry of Magic. The name Malfoy demanded respect, although some hated it to bits. He could tell by looking at some of them when he passed by that they would like nothing better then to club him on the head with their folders, but couldn't because then they'd get fired. He smirked. As said before Stupid Mudbloods.
Of course, the only reason he ever got where he was, was by rubbing his fingers together and producing "generous" amounts of money towards certain charities and Ministry blocks. With another very Slytherin smirk he laughed to himself. Fools, do anything for money…
"Level nine, Department of Mysteries." said the cool female voice. Unlike the other lift stops, this one didn't give any more info on the floor and it made him inwardly shiver, this place crept him out more then he would like to admit. But he wasn't backing out now…the consequences would be no doubly worse then death.
Plus a Malfoy never backs down.
Shooting his nose back in the air, Lucius strutted purposefully down the darkened corridor, eyes glued to the end of the hall instead of the slim grit walls. Blue torchlight flickered eerily off the end of his snake staff, and he refused to look at it again until this mission was finished.
A bloody dangerous mission that's what it was.
Who knew what kinds of things resided in that place? There could be Dementors in there getting tested for all he knew…
A sharp corner lead him through another passageway, down a set of steps, and past the Wizengamot Courtrooms for supreme cases. He snorted, what they called 'supreme' could be called 'piece of cake' in the Dark Lord's eyes…
He shivered once again. Those eyes were way too creepy.
A solid looking door appeared shortly before him, and the foreboding feeling seemed to grow as he neared it. No signs of guards yet.
In fact, the hall was relatively quiet and bare. His clicking heels and walking stick being the only source of real noise. Strange he mused.
Taking out his wand he pointed it at the closed door, assuming it was locked.
"Alohamora!"
The door to his slight surprise opened, he only lifted an elegant eyebrow in response before cautiously walking through it.
The circular room that met his eyes was not really what he was expecting in the way of 'scary' but at least it wasn't spinning or anything stupid like that.
Suddenly he was thrown off balance as the room started spinning!
Retched traps. He thought angrily, wiping his robes as he stood back up. I knew it was too good to be true just to waltz in here without a care in the world…
All to soon he realized he had no idea where the exit was, with a frustrated sigh started opening doors. He needed to find that room, and no- door-was going to stand in his way.
He was mildly surprised when nobody confronted him. In fact, as he turned around in a brief circle, he noticed the room was actually quite empty of people. Where was everybody?
The creepiness came back full force, and he forced himself on.
If only he knew what was in store for him.
Ex-convict, Sirius Black stood goggling at the sight before him.
He knew that place more then he knew the back of his hand.
Everything form the sparkling lake, down to the last pine was way to familiar. Event the old tire swing he used to swing Harry on when he was a baby.
Harry…
He shook his head. He needed to get out of this weird place and find his Godson before it was too late, who knows what had happened to him by now, Voldemort could have him for all he knows!
Whipping around Sirius faced the thick brush of forest again, but stopped. That path would only lead him to that dingy abandoned park. Wherever the heck that was.
Feeling frustrated, and wanting back out of this way to familiar and painful place before he saw something that had replenished his hurt for life.
But as he spun around his eyes caught something off in the distance and he froze. It couldn't be… this didn't make any sense…
Their standing before him on the expansive grounds was a Huge 4-story mansion, gleaming for all its glory was something that he had long since forced out of his thoughts.
Godric's Hollow.
His breath hitched and he took an unsteady step backwards. This did not make any sense…the lodgings looked brand new, as if they had never been burnt to the ground…
At that thought he violently reared back. This had to be a dream. Just a bloody mean dream…
But yet after 5 minutes of standing pinching himself, he came to the conclusion it was anything but a dream. (His heavily bruised arm was proof of that) The scene before him still remained unchanged, and he more bruised. The Property still stood tall and proud as if no Dark Wizard had ever tainted its grounds.
Cautiously as he dared he took unsteady steps forward, sapphire eyes never leaving the very familiar and heartbreaking Manor. He briefly wondered if this is what it felt like to be in shock.
A twig cracked under his foot, and sense finally seemed to agree to be his friend again. Old Auror sense kicking back in; he pulled out the stick- which he know knew to be his trusty wand. If this wasn't some kind of dream, it must be a trap.
Maybe there were Death Eaters waiting around to attack, or Ministry members lurking behind the bushes ready to throw Dementors on him.
As he approached the house and nothing out of the ordinary happened to him though, his insides began to turn again adding to the empty feel. Something didn't feel right…
What was going on?
Sirius was now on the way to familiar large front porch. His wondering alert eyes caught sight of a new looking rocking chair and he felt the now familiar rush of wind leaving his lungs.
Lily's chair.
His throat constricted, struggling to keep down the boil of emotions and bile trying to escape him. Looking away painfully his eyes caught sight of a lonely 'Daily Prophet' lying innocently on the ground. Way to innocently in his now paranoid eyes. Something was bound to happen…this was way to weird.
Rearing for an attack he reached out and grasped the newspaper gingerly.
'Bartimus Crouch Sr. snags Head of Magical Law Enforcement.'
Sirius, still feeling overwhelmed from the last 24 hours or so just stared at the bizarre paper in disbelief.
Unless he was much mistaken, Barty Crouch Sr. Was elected Head of Magical Law Enforcement, 16 years ago, during the first war.
What the bloody heck was going on here!
Without really registering it, confused sapphire eyes roamed towards the date- He felt his blood running cold, What the…
November 20th 1980
It was with trembling hands, and constant shaking of his head that Sirius backed up and tripped over onto his backside, barely registering that he was now flat on the ground.
This had to be some kind of sick joke, their was no way that could have happened…yet at the same time he got this uncomfortable churning feeling in the fit of his stomach he couldn't shake off.
He just felt his mind suddenly go blank, while his body swirled in a state of cold abyss he seemingly had no control over. Only able to concentrate on one thought constantly flowing across his mind…
He had traveled back 16 years in time.
James opened his eyes groggily. What time was it?
A clock on the wall read 12:30 pm in the afternoon, and he stretched lazily, with the annoying sense he was being watched.
Turning around his eyes met a set of Emerald's and he froze.
The small boy, his child was starring intently at him with a stare that seemed to go right through him, calculating him almost.
James briefly wondered how awkward this would be if he was in Harry's situation, but the silence between them was too tense for him to think that clearly. He decided he might as well try to talk to the no doubly frightened teenager.
"…Hello." The soft response was not form his own lips, and James had to smile. Harry had beaten him to break the silence; obviously he was feeling at least a little more relaxed. James smiled in what he hoped was warmly.
"Hello to you too Harry." James mentally slapped himself. Here was his son; deprived of proper child-hood love, talking to his supposedly dead parents and all he could say was hello like they were old chums? Ya nice once James…
"…Hi"
Well at least the response was more then a blank stare, it was starting to creep him out a little, although he hated to admit it. Looking into those emerald eyes, so familiar yet foreign, all he could really see was a lost child, searching desperately for some sort of guidance. It broke his heart, which had already shattered at least 20 times in the last week alone.
Sighing, James took a couple gentle steps towards the skinny child, (too skinny in his opinion) not wanting to overwhelm him. It was a good thing Lily was still asleep as she would no doubt be all over him, fussing about. That thought made him smile inwardly, and he took another step towards Harry, until he was standing next to the bed he sat on.
Green eyes watched his every move, almost cautiously. The kid was so suspicious and scared, probably couldn't trust anybody anymore after all that has happened too him, and James hadn't even seen the worst of it either. He idly found himself planning Lord Voldy-Moles' death in his head for hurting his son like he did. Harry didn't deserve all that pain. Children shouldn't be afraid to go outsides, or worry that their close ones were suddenly going to drop dead if he made one wrong move. He winced. Better not think of that.
Harry almost cringes back, and James suddenly realized he shouldn't have winced outwardly; it probably gave a wrong impression. He smiled in what he hoped was a fatherly way, and gently sat on the end of the bed, giving the child at least 4 feet between them for comfort.
Harry still just continued to stare at him openly like he had never seen anything like him in his life. It made him shiver a little as those clouded emeralds bore a hole straight threw him. Finally Harry seemed to realize he had been staring and quickly looked down into his knees blushing furiously, muttering something that sounded like an apology/
"…Sorry."
James frowned. It was rude to stare, but he would be too if he was seeing a parent he thought was dead in front of his eyes. It made him a little uncomfortable inside him for some reason that Harry to feel like apologizing for everything, even if it was just spoken through his eyes.
Throwing on a casual grin, James replied earnestly. "Don't be, you didn't do anything wrong."
Harry still kept his head between his knees almost protectively but James sensed a more relaxed atmosphere about his posture. Maybe he should try engaging him in some more comfortable and less awkward conversation.
"…I here your on the quiditch team… Heard you Ron and Hermione talking about it through an Apparation one day…" He trialed off as Harry raised his head form his knees and stared at him dubiously like he was the stupidest thing to land on the planet next to the flobberworm.
He scrunched up his eyes and counted to five slowly. Nice going James, reminding your own son that he bloody traveled through time and you were watching him… nice conversation starter all right. He mentally slapped himself again.
Sighing heavily he raised his head to look at his staring son. Might as well get this over with. "Look," he started "I know this may be extremely weird and uncomfortable, you know, traveling back in time and finding out that people who were watching you are your dead parents." Harry winced, and James slapped himself mentally again. "…Sorry. What I was trying to say was…well actually I have no idea what I was trying to say in the first place, all that I know is that this conversation is going nowhere and I'm probably giving you a bad impression of your father." he closed his eyes wearily, feeling stupider then he did to start with.
A soft snort met his ears, and he looked up again to the eyes of Harry's amusement dancing in them. It quickly passed though as Harry was caught starring again, and looked away embarrassed. Feeling pretty weird that a simple smile on Harry's face made him feel so giddy, he chuckled quietly, hoping to ease the tension in the room. The silence was getting to him, and these little pointless conversations were going nowhere.
James finally found his voice again. "Harry…" he asked tentatively. "Are you… are you alright?"
Stupid question, of course he's not all right! His Godfather just died, he's thrown back in the past and my mind has had this conversation more then once this past 45 minutes!
When all Harry do was continue to stare at him like he was an idiot, James started really slapping his forehead, while apologies came running out of his mouth a hundred miles per hour.
"You know what- no stupid question – look I'm sorry- I didn't- no wait I don't know why-sorry about all this- I mean- ARGH!"
Feeling so frustrated, he hardly noticed the soft ringing in his ears. Slowly James turned towards the sound, realizing with a jolt that the ringing wasn't his ears- but Laughter.
Harry was rolled up in a ball on the bed with his knees trucked around his head, laughing. It probably would have been more funny if James wasn't feeling like a complete idiot at the moment, but those thoughts were completely washed out of his head at the soft sound. The soft pleasant sound.
Harry seemed to get himself back under control, and stared at James with an amused expression on his face. James had to smile. If that were what it took for Harry to smile, he would certainly act like an idiot for the rest of his life.
But you wont be there for the rest of his life. A voice echoed in his head you'd be dead, rotting six feet under while your son suffers in the hands of Voldemort…
Shaking his head mentally at those thoughts he relished instead at Harry's happiness, feeling a lot more awake and full now that his son wasn't so depressed looking. A thought occurred to him and he briefly wondered if this is what a Dementor felt like after he sucked out somebody's, happiness.
Stop with the depressing thoughts!
The bed shifted slightly, and James noted with a bit of amusement and happiness that Harry was sitting 2 feet form him now, twirling idly with the beddings, a shy adorable expression on his face.
James managed his famous crooked smile that made girls swoon. "Laughing at me now aren't you? Am I being a total imbecile, somehow amusing?"
Harry managed a small smile, still looking at the beddings. "You have no idea." Was his quiet reply.
Those words made his stomach clench and his heart again! How many times was his heart going to break in a week? Sooner or later he was going to turn into a total gooey mess.
Yet, those simple words still tore him apart. If him being… well himself was so amusing, how many amusing things did Harry see in his day?
Thoughts of darkness spreading over the land, and Voldemort's high pitched laughter ringing around… he shivered. Better get your head out of the gutter James.
He looked at his son again, who was still playing shyly with the beddings once again. The room seemed so much quieter now with the laughter gone, and the deep emeralds clouding over once again…
Well, this just wouldn't do.
Harry was not going to be depressed in his company if he had anything to do about it.
Reaching over sneakily while Harry was still looking down at the covers, James grabbed the small child around the waist and was startled to feel ribs poking through the gown he wore. Stop thinking about something that horrid! So he continued with his plan and started tickling him mercilessly. High-pitched squeals sprang from Harry as he squirmed to get out of his father's grasp, tears of laughter rolling down his face.
"L-et go…" He stuttered through his laughter.
James pretended not to hear, a smile growing at the corners of his mouth "Huh? Sorry can't hear you their Harry."
He let out another pitch of laughter, still struggling in the arms of his young father. "Let-go-PLEASE!" he finally screeched.
James sighed dramatically and put the now hiccupping child back down. "Fine, but only because you said please."
Harry smiled at him, the first smile James had ever seem on his face that actually reached his eyes. Eyes that had a new gleam in them now…
Happiness.
Lucius peered around the corner cautiously. He had learned long ago that nothing in the Department of Mysteries was to be taken lightly. Swirling walls, swimming brains, and sleeping eggs were enough for one-day thank you very much.
But to his relief though, the room seemed quite normal. Actually, on second thought, it was way to normal to be so innocent…
He wondered farther into the long dark room. There were shelves upon shelves stacked straight to the ceiling. On each on closer inspection, tiny balls the sound of size of snitches were seen. Different colors of mist floated inside, concealing whatever secrets lay inside.
Feeling more assured that he wasn't set up for some example killing spree, and no random attacks from biting shelves were going to be delivered out he crept along the isles. Counting each one as he went by, blurs of blue torchlight flickering off his walking stick eerily.
"Row…….." he muttered finally as he stopped outside a long isle, so long it was black on the other side, .
"Just what I need" he said in irritation. "Another dark isle with little unknown glass balls that could attack me for all I know when I step across through the isle." Taking a deep breath Lucius stepped forward.
Nothing happened.
Feeling more relieved, he took another step and another, until he found himself in the middle of the deserted and completely silent isle. His scathing eyes searched the dusty shelves; nose flung out in disgust.
"Stupid Mudbloods don't even know how to use a cleaning charm. It's a wonder anything can survive in here." His eyes finally met a small ball that didn't have any dust on it. It was the same eerie little glass orb as the rest of them, but on closer inspection there was something about it that was indifferent then the rest. The mist inside was a deep green instead of a white or red.
Raising another elegant brow, he read the inscription;
S.P.T to A.P.W.B.D
Dark Lord
And (?)
Feeling no less then confused that the Dark Lord wanted a glass ball with some weird inscription on it about him and something else, he reached out a hand to grasp the small ball, when something stopped him.
A strange feeling came over him like he was being watched. Glancing around nobody appeared, but that didn't mean there wasn't anybody a voice chided in the back of his head. Taking out his wand slowly he did a full one sixty, still nobody was there.
Shrugging Lucius put his wand back and without a second thoughts grasped the little ball sitting so innocently on the shelf. A triumphant smirk appeared on his lips at the thought of getting praised by his master for what he had accomplished. He had gotten what he needed; now he only needed to get out of there alive…
But before he could move another step something odd happened, the floor began to tip in many directions, making him feel like he was on some Ferris wheel muggle contraption thingy. Taking another step he stumbled and fell to the floor, holding his suddenly raging head in agony. Something was wrong… maybe he shouldn't have touched the little glass ball…
The last thing he remembered was falling to the floor full tilt form his knees, and the glass ball slipping from his fingers, rolling under one of the shelves…
Then all was dark.
Sirius rubbed his now sore back. Once the shock had worn off the pain started to wean back in, like a heavy reminder that eh had just traveled back in time and fell on his back down a set of steps to his dead best friends porch.
What a nice reminder.
He shielded his eyes form the sun as he looked up at the massive and calm looking house. It was just how he had remembered it, from the expansive and designated grounds to the lodge looking mansion. Event he windows sparkled I the sun like they used to.
The image of a burning and crumbled house flashed in his eyes, and he squeezed them tightly, trying to stop his over emotional inner self from reappearing again. He had enough of that for one-day thank you very much.
Getting back up he threw the paper back on the porch figuring he was back in time, he was losing doubt now that he wasn't, and he might as well stick to the rules.
Rule number one -don't change things.
An important rule that could determine the course of the future. One man could only determine so much. For all you knew, stepping on a fly that could have gotten eaten by a spider, but since that spider didn't get to eat the fly it died, and some poor animal that is near extinction couldn't have eaten that spider and it died…
He shook his head gruffly. No was not the time for immaturity, although it looked like the happy cheery place needed no more of it by the looks of it. James probably took care of that. His eyes drifted over towards the swinging lonely tire swing, a smile slowly sliding off his warn and tired face.
The image of Lily Potter swinging on it while little Harry laughed in her arms, and big daddy James pushed them. He and Remus stood to the side chatting merrily.
Those were the good days. But one couldn't live their life stuck in the past, he needed to get out of this hazy phase and get back to now and then.
The problem was that he wasn't in now and then.
How were you supposed to detach yourself from the past when you were in it?
Worse, how were you supposed to be expected to sit by and watch knowing what was going to happen everybody, and you could have done something about it?
It sounded suspiciously like murder to him.
Sirius did not like the feel of that solution, and much rasher thoughts started pushing forward again, the usual Sirius was taking over once more. NO he chided himself. The rashness is what caused him to go fall threw the veil in the first place…
He shivered inwardly at the memory, if he recalled correctly it was a very unpleasant experience.
Another thought crossed his mind. If he was in the past, was the veil a gateway to the past? Is that why whenever somebody went threw it they didn't come back?
He Gulped. Whatever he thought or the answer was, he hoped to the Heavens that that wasn't it.
Another image appeared in front of his eyes and he smiled sadly. Little Harry used to sit in the rocking chair with his mother, and Father lazing aside watching the couple grow fond of each other. It was irresistibly cute to see them all together with their messy hair, immaturity and powerful stature. The smile slid as soon as it came when he remembered the reason for running through the woods after his memory came back.
Harry.
Where was he? Was he all right? Did he think Sirius had…died?
The possibility that he could have died made a chill run up his spine. No, he wasn't afraid of dying, only of losing Harry; he couldn't bare for Harry to be all alone …
Another image of Remus popped into his head and he relaxed a little. Well, he would at least have Moony for friendship and a companion when in need. Although, the prickling in the back of his head made him make him feel highly depressed again. True, Remus was a good person and all, and God only knew Harry loved him to bits, but he just wasn't Sirius in Harry's eyes.
As far as he could see it, He was the only real father like figure Harry had. It was true that Dumbledore, Remus, the Weasleys and a whole crew crowd of people were there to mother and love him, but they just weren't him. He didn't know how to explain it, but he was sure pretty sure Harry felt the same way.
Sirius sat back down on the brand new tire swing, swinging a little while tilting his head back, and examined the stars.
A bright star reflected in his sapphire eyes, and he recognized it to be the Dog Star- Sirius. With an ironic feeling he leaned back farther. Destiny sure had a way of throwing fate in your face.
"Harry, Don't worry, I'll find you…"
He closed his eyes and prayed with all his might that Harry was okay as the sun finally set completely and he lay back down on the cool grass, feigning off the inevitable, but sleep soon won, and he gave into deep sweet restless dreaming.
Harry felt relief flood him when he smiled up at his father. Now that the awkwardness and confusing feelings were pretty much pushed a side for the moment, he found it quite a lot easier to relax in the atmosphere. Relaxing atmosphere. True, it had been quite weird at first, what would one say to their dead father who died saving your life, and you have never really had a intelligent conversation with him that didn't include baby drabble?
As it turned out, James didn't seem that sure at first either. Harry found it easier to examine his beddings instead. After a while James started shooting off questions, Harry was relieved that something was going somewhere, then he asked about Quiditch rather abruptly and Harry tried not to laugh. It wasn't that he found him stupid or anything, far from it actually, he just hoped it didn't look like that, giving off the wrong impression of anything but he just remembered how peoples said he could be kind of thick at times, and that moment was one of them.
Harry knew deep inside, that this shouldn't be happening. He shouldn't be talking to his parents. He couldn't change the past. But he figured what was the hurt in a little conversation? It's not like he going to go live with them and they'd be a big happy family or anything would they? Right?
A sad smile expression filled out his face at those thoughts; James seemed to catch that too to Harry's add to his awkwardness. How did you explain to your dad that you feel sad because this can't happen? You have to leave to your own time and ditch them like yesterdays dirt, forgetting that this ever happened in fear of changing something that was meant to be?
Mixed feelings had interpreted Harry's meeting with his father, and he hoped none of them had gave James the wrong impression of him. Nor did he want the other way around and let his father to think that he was giving the wrong impression. A couple times, Harry caught off guard looked on his young Father's face and thought James had thought himself an idiotic imbecile. Harry had to chuckle lightly at that thought. His father did have a way of beating himself up over little things he noticed in the short while they really got to know each other, which actually consisted of about 5 minutes.
James snapped his eyes back to Harry at the chuckle, and Harry felt his throat constrict at the intense gaze those hazel eyes gave him had. He knew after this was over, (if it ever was) he would never forget those gleaming loving eyes.
Never.
Just when James mouth opened to say some comment or other, the Hospital Wing doors opened, and harry could barely control his rise of disappointment at missing to hear his father's smooth voice again.
As what Harry understood to be a 16-year younger or so Albus Dumbledore, waltzed into he Hospital Wong, supporting a fine wardrobe of royal blue with periwinkle blue stars all over it. Very Dumbledore.
His bright eyes twinkling eyes seemed slightly dimmed to harry as his gaze turned to him and James sitting together on one of the beds. A sleeping Lily still sat quietly snoring to the side.
"Ah, so I see we are all… well almost shall I say," Blue eyes flickered towards Lily "…Awake." In 3 long strides he had approached their bed, Harry had gone back to fiddling with the beddings, Not really sure what to say at the moment. I mean, what would you say to your headmaster that was 16 years younger, while sitting beside one of your dead relatives?
That's right, probably nothing.
James seemed a little perturbed in Harry's brief look at him. Probably because Dumbledore had cut him off his train of thought, and he had wanted to talk to Harry some more. The thought of actually wanting to be held in conversation with his father, who he has never met before in his life made his heart and chest swell with happiness.
As quickly as James' mouth opened thought, he closed it. "Dumbledore." he greeted shortly. Hazel eyes flickered towards Harry again. "I s something wrong?"
Harry couldn't resist looking up at them now, and wished he hadn't the moment his eyes clashed with those bright blinding blue ones. Something unreadable flickered in Dumbledore's eyes before he responded looking back at James.
"Actually, I was wondering if you and Lily had a moment, there are a couple things we had not gone gotten around to discussing that I'm afraid cannot wait."
Uh Oh, Harry didn't like the tone of his voice. It was like he knew something that he shouldn't, but being the great Dumbledore, did anyways.
With a loud snort, and a thump, the 3 residents looked behind Harry towards the source of sound. A soft chuckle escaped James's lips and Dumbledore let out a raw laugh.
Sleep deprived Lily Potter lifted her head from the floor and glared at them laughing at her. "I will have you know, it is not a pleasant experience waking up thinking you are on a bed, then falling on the floor out of your chair thank you very much." she stood up and brushed off her light blue robes gently.
Harry's emerald eyes watched her soft and gentle movements, mesmerized that someone so powerful could be so graceful and gentle the next. Then two sets of Emerald eyes met each other, and Harry felt his breathe escape him. The gaze was intense, at lot like his dear fathers (no pun intended) After a long moment; Harry felt his eyes go back to the bed spreads breaking the contact. It was hard to look into eyes you knew you had to say goodbye too, it wasn't meant it to be, it couldn't happen, and he couldn't stop it. A heavy weight settled back in Harry's stomach. A heavy weight Harry had long since become accustomed too.
Lily opened her mouth to say something, but Dumbledore interrupted again. She tore her eyes away from Harry almost painfully and gazed reproachfully at the elder before her.
"Good, I see you're awake as well now." He rubbed his weary eyes in contentment for a moment, before opening them again in the silence of the Hospital Wing "I believe, as I have told James here, that it is time we had our little chat we never got around too, and if somebody could, gather Remus too as well Please?"
Lily nodded and with one last longing look at Harry walked briskly out of the Hospital Wing doors, pausing for a brief moment at the entrance, before flinging out of the room at top speed. Dumbledore turned to James.
"As well could you inform Sirius of this meeting? Also if Peter is available it would be wise." James nodded and left very much the same as Lily did, but gave Harry a sad apologetic look like as if he never wanted to leave arms reach of Him. Harry felt his heart flutter.
As soon as the Door closed and Dumbledore turned towards him though, Harry felt a knot twist in his stomach. Not just because they were in contact with the Rat, but because Dumbledore had that look in his eyes like he was in for a long conversation.
A long and dreadful one.
-------------------------------------------------To be Continued.
A/N: Spoilers! For next chapter below if you want hints to what's coming… if not just skip it :P
Next Chapter: a chat between two foreigns', plus Peter's back and he's hiding something, the meeting with Remus, and what really did happen to slippery Lucius? To top it all off, another Apparation felt it a time to visit…and old Voldy-Mole has a little surprise for young Harry…In chapter 22- The Conspiracy Begins
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