Chapter 23

August 1992

Harry swung himself rather clumsily into the air and made an effort to move his wings. It was an incredible feeling as he had got used to it a bit. But since the room was by far to narrow, he shortly afterwards landed on the ground and began to concentrate. As he had changed back, he heard enthusiastically clapping and looking up, he saw Caro and Draco standing in front of him with beaming faces. Peter nodded meanwhile,

"Well done, Harry," he said and Harry couldn't help grinning while dropping exhausted into one of the armchairs.

Since the idea had occurred to him last November, Peter had tried to teach them how to become Animagi and now he had finally managed it. Caro handed him a glass of water.

"So, now only we have to manage it still," she said.

Drinking his water, he watched his friends practising with Peter and he shook his head. Recently he forgot over and over again that this man was to blame for the death of his parents. But he had helped them and Harry knew that he would never have managed it so quickly to become an Animagus without his help. Occasionally he even spied. So far he hadn't found out something worth mentioning but at least Peter kept them up to date about what happened outside in the world.

He could have betrayed them; he hadn't done it however, although this probably was linked to the fact that Peter was greatly afraid of the Dark Lord and he liked it better to stay with them as to be a Death Eater and to expose himself continuously to some dangers. As a trilling startled him, he ran smiling to the window moments afterwards. Rainbow flew inside and Harry halted suddenly. If Rainbow could break through the magical barrier on his windows, wouldn't he then be able to do it as well in his Animagi form? He changed into a phoenix as well after all, more precisely said in a phoenix, whose feathers shimmered emerald and golden. He found his form fantastically.

Furthermore he had finally discovered the reason why he was able to speak with Rainbow and could understand her. It just had to be because of his Animagus form. Well, he would occupy himself with this later. He took the letter from Rainbow and opened it. It was from his godfather as he recognized instantly by the handwriting.

Harry remembered still very well how surprised he had been as an owl had flown up and down in front of his window, with a letter tied to one of her legs. Since the owl hadn't been able to get through the magical barrier, Rainbow had finally brought him the letter. The letter had been from his godfather and for one moment he had only stared onto the letter in his hand, incapable of moving. Harry had not known how to feel, when he had read then that the entire Order of the Phoenix was aware of his true identity. But since the letter had sounded so imploringly however, he had finally written back. His godfather had not only written him tips ever since, which concerned his change to an Animagus, but had also sent him a huge number of books, in which he had looked for the charm that clung on his door and his windows.

So far he hadn't had any success however and slowly Harry suspected that it had to be a Parsel- charm. As he had told his godfather about the problem with Nell however he had received a little, black and rather old book a few weeks later and had indeed found a charm in there, how he could bind Nell to himself. But so far he hadn't performed this complicated charm. He riveted his eyes on the lineated parchment. Before he could read the letter however, he suddenly heard a hiss. Looking down, he saw Diamond,

"He's coming. He's coming."

Harry flinched, jumped up and stuffed the letter in one of his pockets.

"Peter, change back and disappear! Caro, Draco, fetch your books! Someone is coming!"

No moment too early, the three had managed to sit down at the table with flying breath and to bend over their books, when the door opened and the Dark Lord stepped into the room:

"Harry, would you accompany me for a short walk?"

Harry nearly dropped his quill, when casting a glance at Caro and Draco, who looked at him anxiously. Harry nodded finally and stepped out of his chambers. Silently he followed the Dark Lord. When they entered the park, Harry raised his head towards the sun and inhaled the air so deeply as possible. It was over two years ago that he had been outside for the last time. They walked along one of the ways and Harry felt how he became more and more nervous.

"I have left you alone the last two years, Harry. But now it's slowly time that you decide what you want."

The Dark Lord halted and lifted Harry's chin.

"Do you want to help me now to rule the world? And to become my successor one day?"

Harry stared into the red eyes and knew that he didn't want to discover how the reaction of his adoptive father would turn out, should he refuse. Furthermore he remembered Draco's warning. It had been only yesterday that Draco had told him that he had been held back by his father shortly after their daily lessons.

"Draco. It doesn't matter to me how but see to it that Harry tells our master that he wants to learn to torture and to kill. Convince him of this. It is important. Very important. Do you understand? Promise me," Lucius Malfoy had beseeched his son.

Peter also had told him alarming news yesterday. He had listened to a conversation between Lucius and Voldemort in his Animagus form as a rat.

"It is really necessary, My Lord?

"Lucius. We will see. I'll speak with Harry soon and then we'll see whether he have to put our plan into action, or not."

So Harry heard himself say, as he opened his mouth,

„ Yes, and I'm sorry that I ran away then. Will you teach me how to torture and to kill? I want to learn it."

As a hardly noticeable smile darted over the white face of his adoptive father, Harry knew that he had to flee as fast as possible.

"Tomorrow your lessons will start, Harry."

"I'm looking forward to them," Harry replied, hoping that his voice didn't tremble while asking himself what on earth had brought him to tell his adoptive father that he wanted to become his successor.

Hermione hurried along the broad corridor while going through the places in her mind where the little rascals could have hid.As much as she loved Jamie and Lizzie, sometimes the two got considerably on her nerves

To look after the four year old children was an undertaking on which everyone failed, unless he would tie them magically to his hand. They escaped from everyone and to find them again was more difficult as to search for a needle in a haystack.

"Did you find them?"

Hermione lifted her head and saw Ginny running towards her, whose red hair was shimmering in the sunlight which streamed through the windows.

"No, and slowly I give it up," she answered.

"I should tell you by the way that Fred and George want to speak with you. They said they would know a way to find Jamie and Lizzie."

Hermione raised sceptically an eyebrow.

"How do they want to manage that?"

But finally the two girls set off to the common room. On their way they ran into Ron and Neville who as well hadn't been successful in finding the little runaways.

"Why do we actually have to watch them always?" Ron asked gruffly, as they climbed up one of the many stairs in Hogwarts.

„ Because we have holidays and have nothing better to do and now finally stop grumbling, Ron. You had better think where they could be," his sister said.

Arriving in the common room of the Gryffindors, they met Fred and George, who faced them with amusing expressions. One of the red-haired Weasley twins said,

"If you look for Lizzie and Jamie, they are on the Quidditch field."

"And how do you know that?" Hermione asked.

"That's really simple. It's written on my map," Fred explained and held Hermione unceremoniously a parchment under her nose.

Hermione's eyes widened.

„ That's just fantastically. Wherefrom do you have it?"

"We've found it in the Shrieking Shack But we didn't know what to do with it…" Fred said.

"….wanted to throw it away already but then we ran into Jamie's Dad and he seemed to know the map and even

told us how it functioned," George finished the sentence.

"Jamie, Lizzie! Oh, no, they 're going towards the Forbidden Forest!" Hermione shouted.

She snatched the map, spun around and sprinted away, Ginny followed her.

Fred and George looked at each other and run behind them.

"Hey, Hermione! That's our map!"

In the meantime Ron looked at Neville and asked,

"Do you want to play chess?"

"And what shall we do now?" Caro asked as she stared at Harry who had just informed them what his adoptive father had said to him and above all what he had replied to it.

"We have to flee!" Harry continued frantically und looked at his friends.

"The only question is how. We've still not found the charm which is keeping us here. In my Animagus form I could fly through the barrier but you two can't."

One moment they sat silently, while everyone was brooding.

"Harry, do you remember how you and Draco quarrelled so terrible? You've broken the window then. Perhaps you're able to break through the barrier as well. Do you think that would be somehow possible?" Caro asked with a hopeful face.

Harry stared at Caro. Her idea seemed totally crazy to him but as he thought of his ability to perform magic without a wand, which had even increased in the past two years, hope rose in him, too. It could function. It was worth a try after all.

„I'll try," he said and stood up.

He marched to the window, halted in front of it and took a deep breath. He raised his hands, closed his eyes and tried to find his magic. Somehow he felt silly how he was standing there. A little later he sensed the magic which kept them prisoner and he thought of having to torture soon and began to persuade himself that he was angry, furious and forced himself to scream silently out his anger. He remembered his parents, Godric's Hollow, the spiders and Nell.

He began to feel his magic which whirled around him. What should he do now? Then he let go off his magic and threw it with all his power against the barrier of the window. Dizziness rushed over him, black dots danced in front of his eyes and he began to fall. From wide afar he heard someone calling his name. But there he already sank into complete darkness.

"Harry!" Caro shouted and dropped next to Harry to her knees. "Caro shouted and dropped next to Harry to her knees.

Draco as well sank to the ground and swallowed.

"He's alive," Caro said one moment later and Draco felt how boundless relief filled him. For one instant he had believed that Harry would be dead. It had been scaring and incredibly how Harry had been suddenly surrounded with golden blinding magic.

"Draco, he's glowing. What shall we do now?"

Draco stood up.

"He has managed it," The silver-blond boy said with a surprised expression as he stretched his hand through the window.

Draco stared at his friend who was lying on the floor and began to think sharply. His eyes fell on Rainbow who was cuddling her head to Harry's chest and trilling softly and on Peter who was standing with shocked face in the door.

"Caro, we have to hurry. Harry will be alright again. He has obviously magically overexerted himself once again, like in the fight in Diagon Alley," he said comfortingly while laying a hand on Caro's shoulder.

Caro nodded pale and stood shakily up.

"What's actually going on here?" Peter dared to ask.

"We'll escape," Draco explained shortly.

A little while later Caro and Draco had packed everything and had stowed away Peter safely in his wooden box as Caro, sighing, picked Diamond up and put the hissing snake quickly on Harry's arm.

Then she looked at Draco,

"We'll have to take Nell with us. Harry would never forgive us if we would let her here."

Draco stared at her.

"And how on earth shall we manage this?

Caro didn't answer but bent rashly over the tied up bundle in which Harry's letters, which he had received from his godfather, were contained. Draco knew for what Caro searched and felt the sudden urge to snatch all letters out if her hand. He hadn't liked it and didn't like it still that Harry was writing letters with their enemies.

They had quarrelled over it. Caro had been of course on Harry's side as he hadn't expected it otherwise.

She had said that this Black was Harry's godfather after all, though she had said it rather hesitatingly. He knew that Caro was at heart as well against it, she only hadn't wanted to hurt Harry. And this Black had indeed written, no, implored that Harry should escape. Draco shook his head. He could only hope that Harry hadn't given away too much to Black. It was good that Harry had promised solemnly that he under no circumstances would write something that would grant Dumbledore and the Order by any chance an advantage in the war, as for example the secret passage way.

Draco didn't know what he would have done in this case. In this respect Caro had agreed with him for once. He had toyed with the idea of telling his father that Harry was writing to Black but at the same time he hadn't wanted to betray Harry. They hadn't spoken to each other for two days until Harry had assured him that he wouldn't give anything away in his letters. Who knows what the Order would have done with the information which Peter had dragged along bit by bit in the last months. Draco thought of his parents and sighed. He would have loved to know what the adults were planning or better said what the Dark Lord was planning. Draco knew that only an order of his master could have kept his father from punishing him then.

But he knew that it couldn't be anything pleasant. Like Harry he didn't want to find out what it was. Perhaps he could have become a Death Eater but it bothered him that he would be only a weak-willed puppet then. Furthermore he hadn't forgotten how it had been to watch these tortures and reluctantly he admitted to himself that unjustified cruelties weren't necessary and even if, he didn't want to be forced to follow orders, he didn't want to carry out.

"I've found it!"

Caro's voice jolted him back into reality and he looked at her. She bit her lips and sighed. Then she met his eyes.

"We need the blood of the Dark Lord," she said softly.

"Just great. That's of course no problem at all," he replied sarcastically.

Caro looked angrily at him and fetched Peter. As he had changed a moment later and Caro had said what she wanted, he shook his head while slowly stepping back.

"This I can't do. That is much too dangerous."

"You have to! We can't leave the room, Peter."

Draco who had become more and more impatient in the meantime – they had to leave the castle as soon as possible – that was all what they needed that someone still caught them and so he raised his wand.

"Imperio!"

After Peter had changed and had disappeared behind the cupboards, Caro kneeled down to Harry once more.

"Thank you, Draco. Hopefully nothing will happen to Peter and he'll manage it. Otherwise I don't know what we shall do."

"He's still glowing," she added worriedly.

Draco meanwhile banged his fist into the table. It was unbelievable. Now they had to wait as well for Peter's safe return. It lasted long. Draco was shortly before loosing his nerves as Peter finally appeared. He changed and held with expressionless face a blood-stained paper tissue out to them. Caro jumped up, took it and a while later she started together with Harry's and Nell's blood to perform the charm while Draco lifted the curse form Peter.

Then he stepped impatiently to the window, inhaled the fresh air and began to wait for Caro having finally finished. A few minutes later, which had seemed to Draco like an eternity, she rose, ran a hand across her forehead and sat down. Her face was pale. While Nell was bending worriedly over Harry, Draco brought Caro a glass of water. To charm had obviously strained her. With a grateful look, she began to drink slowly.

"Where we shall go to, by the way?"

Caro raised one eyebrow.

"To Hogwarts. Where else should we go?"

Shocked Draco stared at his friend,

"You want to go to Hogwarts?"

Caro returned his look unmoving.

"Yes. That's the only possibility, which is left to us or do you want to live on the street?"

"You want to go to Dumbledore? Those are our enemies, Caro!"

"I know that. But fort the time being we have to go there. Harry would break some day, Draco, if he would be forced to torture and to kill. Furthermore, don't forget what you have seen, before we've gone to Godric's Hollow. I as well do not necessarily want to obey orders which demand from me to kill people which have never done anything to me, although I probably wouldn't mind it much but now this isn't a possibility anymore anyway. Furthermore it may be so that my mother possesses power but in the end she must submit to all the Dark Lord's orders and I don't think that I could do it; not anymore."

Draco sighed.

"Everything was so easy when we were still little. Then I've never thought about what it is right or what isn't. I just knew it."

Casting one glance at Harry, he continued,

„I wonder what would have happen if we never had met Harry."

"Probably we would be now obedient Death Eaters who would blindly obey every order," Caro said and shrugged with her shoulders.

„ Don't make such a face. If the thought will cheer you up, don't forget that we can spy in Hogwarts and I will try to find out who murdered my father," The black-haired girl replied and a hard, cold expression entered her dark eyes.

"And now help me to charm the things," she added and stood up while it seemed that Draco had been left speechless.

Sirius Black blinked sleepily while watching how Hermione, Ginny, Ron and Neville took great pains to teach Jamie and Lizzie flying and to get them to follow their instructions and in the first place to get them to listen to them at all. Since Jamies and Lizzies brooms were hovering only one metre above the ground, he wasn't worried very much about his son, though, if he could have decided it Jamie would have got a real broom but Charlotte hadn't wanted to allow it, as well as Alison.

Sirius pushed his chair a bit further to the right so that he had a better view on the Quidditch field and reached for a piece of cake which was decorated with birthday candles. Though Emily hadn't wanted to celebrate her birthday in the beginning, Charlotte and Alison had persuaded her to do it in the end, since they had had only little joy in the last time. Voldemort and his followers raged more terrible than ever and there wasn't the tiniest chance to stop him somehow and to cap it all his godson was in Voldemort's hands, of all people. Absent-minded Sirius chewed on his cake and thought once again of Harry. As he had discovered that his godson was alive last year and had informed the Order of the Phoenix of this, the Order had been at a loss how to act. There had been many suggestions but one had been more senseless than the other.

As Albus had remarked correctly then, they hadn't known anything at all. Did Harry know who he was or had Voldemort told him lies? Plans to rescue Harry they had quickly abandoned again since it was just impossible to attack Voldemort's headquarter. Sirius' idea to write a letter had been rejected by Albus. First it could get Harry into danger, Albus had said and second they could actually assume that Harry was on Voldemort's side, despite the fact that he had let Snape escape. In the end the meeting had ended with Albus assigning Snape to try at all events to find out something about the whereabouts of the children. Sirius had been deeply disappointed; he wanted to free Harry from Voldemort's control and at the same evening he had sent a letter to Harry.

A letter in which he had written who he was and who Harry was. Of Voldemort he had written nothing. After all no one could know which feelings Harry showed for the Dark Lord, although the thought that Harry loved Voldemort was unbearable for Sirius. With a plea to write him back, he had given the letter to his owl. The next days had past agonizingly slow while he had waited. After one week he had wanted to send a second letter but then Harry's answer had finally come, delivered by a magnificent black shining phoenix which had put him into awed amazement for a moment.

The letter had been short, only a few lines but those had had a meaning for him which no one could ever imagine. Harry had thanked him for his letter and written that he knew who he was. That had been everything but Sirius had been overjoyed. Harry had answered him and that was the only thing that counted.

Sirius had told it Remus, both happy that Harry had answered. The fact that Snape had not seen the children for months had worried them extremely since they had discovered who Voldemort's son was. Albus had urged them to be careful but he had also been relieved that Harry had written back; even if the Order had not planned it initially. In the following months Sirius wrote Harry many letters und told him about the life in Hogwarts, of the past, of Lily and James and wrote about his family. Harry wrote back but to his careful questions which Sirius asked in his letters he never received any answer. So that he still didn't know which relationship Harry had with Voldemort or how Harry had discovered who he was.

Harry had told him of his intention to become an Animagus, how he had found his phoenix Rainbow and how he played Quidditch with his friends or better said such a similar game. Once Harry had written how he and his friends had sneaked out of the castle and eaten ice-cream in Diagon Alley. As he had read that there was obviously a way out of the castle after all, without, as Harry's letter had indicated this to be seen, he hadn't been able to suppress a triumphing smile.

His suggestion to meet in Diagon Alley Harry had however ignored and Sirius had already feared that he had made an irreparable mistake. But to his great relief Harry hadn't stopped to answer his letters more or less.

Sirius sighed while asking himself how it should go on with Harry. He wanted to free his godson as quick as possible from Voldemort's headquarter but he hadn't the faintest idea how to do this and Harry himself obviously did not want to know anything about a possibility to live here with him in Hogwarts. So Sirius could only hope that Harry was alright. Nevertheless he was worried. As Harry had asked him if there was a way to free a house-elf from its owner's control and had written him that it was urgent, he had been astonished and surprised. But he had seen a chance as well to become closer to Harry.

After some rummaging around he had found a suitable charm. He had hesitated since this charm belonged definitely to the Dark Magic but in the end he had written Harry this. He hadn't wanted to disappoint his godson, glad that Harry had asked for his help. Sirius ate his cake and comforted himself once more that Harry didn't sound like a convinced Death Eater, at least according to his letters. Sirius looked over to his wife who sat closest to the fruit tart and just wanted to ask for a second piece as his eyes fell on a phoenix who was flying majestically towards him. It was Harry's phoenix and he smiled, happy to hear something again of his godchild. But as he held the letter in his hands a few moments later and saw the totally unknown handwriting, he froze.

Mr. Black,

Please come as fast as possible to the Shrieking Shack. Harry needs you..

Caro und Draco

He jumped up so quickly that his chair knocked over but he didn't pay any attention to this, neither to his wife's calling. He also didn't notice that the letter he wanted to stuff in one of his pockets slipped out of his hands and was carried away by the wind as he rushed like the devil across the grounds of Hogwarts.

How the children had only managed to land themselves in the Shrieking Shack. But why had Harry not written himself to him? Had something happen to him? The fear nearly suffocated him as he ran as fast as he could. Finally arriving at the wards which surrounded Hogwarts, he lifted his bracelet which allowed him to go through and apparated to the Shrieking Shack. Reaching his destination, he ran straight into the shack and came to an abrupt halt as he pushed the door open.

"Harry!" he gasped as his eyes fell on the unconscious boy who was lying on the ground. The black-haired girl looked up.

„We can't wake him," she said in a coolly voice.

Sirius bent down and felt how the most different emotions overcame him as he saw his godson again for the first time for years.

.He picked him up and was shocked about the heat which was radiating from him.

"Come," he said to the two children who regarded him with emotionless faces and hurried out.

Ginny smiled about the eagerness with which Jamie and Lizzie followed the instructions which Hermione and Ron gave them and remembered how it had been as her brother Charlie had taught her to fly years ago.

She also had wanted to learn flying by all means. Brushing a dark red strand of hair out of her face she turned around and wanted to go to the table since she had got hungry for a piece of cake in the meantime. She halted however as he eyes fell on Sirius who ran towards the castle. Surprised she saw that he was carrying someone in his arms. Two children followed him.

"Who that might be?"

"Who?"

Hearing Hermione's voice, she realized that she had spoken aloud.

"There," she said and pointed towards the figures who more and more went away. Hermione squinted.

"That's Sirius!"

„Perhaps something has happen. Remus seems to have it rather hurriedly as well." Ginny remarked, whose gaze was riveted on her teacher who was limping over the green grass. In his hand he seemed to hold a piece of paper. Hermione frowned and one moment later the two girls ran behind Remus. Catching up with Remus a short time later, Hermione asked,

"What has happened, Remus?"

"I don't know," Remus answered and shook his head. His face looked tensed. Taking the path to the hospital wing, Remus cursed his slowness. Could it really have been Harry whom Sirius had carried in his arms?

The letter which Sirius had lost suggested this. Wavering between hope and fear that it had not been Harry, he forced his crippled leg upstairs. Stepping into the hospital wing he felt how his heart began to thud in his chest as he approached Sirius and Poppy who bent over a raven-haired boy. Remus held his breath. Tears welled up in his eyes. He looked so much like James! Remus was so absorbed in regarding Harry that he almost didn't hear what Poppy said,

„ In the moment I can't do anything for him. I think rest and sleep would be currently best for him."

Sirius nodded, picked Harry up and paused abruptly as he faced Remus. With beaming eyes, he whispered,

"Remus…"

Remus reached out with his hand and stroke over Harry's forehead. A movement drew his gaze to a black-haired girl who had come nearer and studied him with cold eyes. All of a sudden he became also aware of the presence of the silver-blond boy and as well of Hermione's and Ginny's. He stared at Sirius, stepped closely to Sirius and murmured,

"We have to inform Albus as soon as possible. This development of the events could bring consequences with it.

We should also maintain silence on the happening as so long as we haven't spoken to Albus."

Fortunately Sirius understood immediately. How much his friend had changed, Remus thought sadly. There had been a time where Sirius would have swept aside his worries and warnings. But now he nodded,

"Will you tell Albus? And take Hermione and Ginny with you. I'll take care of Harry and…"

Sirius' voice died away and not waiting for Remus' reaction, he started to move and hurried along the corridor, Harry's friends in tow. Remus cast a glance at Hermione and Ginny, who looked both confused and rather clueless and went into the opposite direction while saying to the girls,

"Go back to the Quidditch field."

"But who were they?" Hermione asked and hopped alongside him.

"Later, Hermione. Later you will hear everything."

After Sirius had bundled Harry and his two friends into a room, had ordered a house-elf to bring a bite to eat and had laid Harry on the bed, he stared at his godson. He felt his heart clenching. He looked so like James, he thought, just as Remus had a little time ago. How proud James would have been if he would have been able to see his son now. Sirius' bracelet trilled and he cast a last glance at Harry and went to the door.

"Good Night," he said to Caro and Draco who had watched him continually with emotionless faces.

While hurrying to Albus' office he wondered what on earth had happened that Harry had so overexerted himself magically. He must had used up an enormous amount of magic, so what had only happen? Of Caro and that Malfoy boy he hadn't got out anything. Hopefully Harry would feel better tomorrow; then he would finally be able to speak with his godchild. When he entered Albus' office a short while later, he saw that the closest confidants of Albus had already gathered. Quickly he went to his seat and sat down.

It felt to Harry that he was swimming through a dark ocean which seemed to crush him. Gradually it became brighter and blinking he opened his eyes. For one moment he stared confused at the white ceiling, then he suddenly remembered what had happened and abruptly he sat up. Dizziness overcame him and an agonizing pain shot through his head. With watering eyes he sank back into his pillow. The pain diminished and as he sat up a second time, he did it very slowly.

He recognized immediately that he wasn't lying in his own bed. His eyes fell on the beds next to him and he calmed down. Caro and Draco still slept and Harry began to assume that they were in Hogwarts. He gazed down at Diamond and stroked her shortly. Out of the corner of his eyes he spotted something lying on the ground.

"Nell!" he shouted.

With his exclamation he woke up not only Nell but Draco and Caro as well who sat up half-asleep.

"Harry! You're awake!"

Caro jumped out of her bed, ran to him and hugged him tightly.

"It's alright, Caro. I'm fine," he said embarrassed and freed himself of Caro's embrace while noticing how he flushed.

"What actually happened? We're in Hogwarts, aren't we?"

"Yes, though it's unbelievable, but we're indeed in Hogwarts," Draco answered gloomily.

"But what happened with Nell?"

Caro shook her head.

"Don't worry, Harry. Nell is in safety," she said and begun to tell Harry everything what had happened.

"We have insisted that we get one room. That's why it's a bit narrow here. But your godfather has said that we could enlarge it magically. He was all excited by the way as he had seen you and brought you immediately to the hospital wing. But the nurse was obviously clueless and said it would be the best to wait. You worried us pretty much, you've really glowed."

Harry threw the blanket aside and wanted to get up, only to sink immediately again on the bed.

"Harry? What's wrong?"

„I only feel dizzy. I think I should stay in bed, at least today," Harry said weakly whose head began to hurt again.

Caro just wanted to say something when they heard a softly tapping. The door opened and a black-haired tall man stepped in. His blue eyes were shining as he went towards Harry.

"Harry," he said in a husky voice and Harry recognized him at once, it was his godfather Sirius Black.