CHAPTER FOUR:
Harry led Rosie and Dudley up the stairs in silence, for fear of waking Mrs. Black's portrait. Luckily she stayed quiet and the curtains covering her remained closed. He walked up to his own bedroom and opened the door, putting his trunk in. Then he gestured for them to walk to Rosie and
Dudley's rooms.
"Nice" Dudley muttered as they entered his. Harry smirked, knowing full well that his cousin would never show appreciation for magic if he could avoid it, but magical rooms like this one he couldn't help but like. Sirius or Remus had expanded it and cleaned it, then arranged it to look exactly like Dudley's room at home, only bigger.
Rosie was more than impressed with her room too, though it hadn't been decorated yet and was still pretty plain, though clean and comfortable. Harry wondered once again what kind of life his cousin had had, but once again did not spoil her good mood by asking. He did, however, take note of the fact that Dudley had noticed how easily pleased his sister was, and that a slight frown crossed his features briefly.
Maybe Dudders isn't so bad after all, Harry thought. He shook his head. "Want to get the other stuff?" he asked. They nodded and the three of them wandered to the boxes, strangely closer than they had been minutes before.
Petunia stared at Sirius. "Are you serious?"
"No, Sirius" he joked, but she simply glared at him. "But, yes Pet, I am serious about this. We need the whole group in order to get there, and only we can manage it. We're the only people who have ever managed to cross the barrier plain."
"Half the group is dead" she pointed out dully. Sirius winced at her tired tone, like she had long since given up. What had happened to the Petunia Evans he had known, the fighting and caring woman just like her sister? What had Vernon done to get rid of her?
"We have ways past it" he explained. "With Harry, and Rosie, and another couple of descendants of various members. We can pull it off."
"How? What can they do. They're not their parents."
"No. But through blood magic we can get to their parents. We can time-travel to the very moment we arrived back from the barrier plains twenty-odd years ago."
"Twenty years exactly, by my calculations. Sixth year for me, seventh for you. But isn't blood magic considered dark?" she objected, another thing which surprised Sirius. Petunia Evans had never been as careful as her sister.
But she's not Petunia Evans anymore, she's Petunia Dursley. It sounds so wrong. Maybe she'll be an Evans again. Or a Black. He quickly shook the thought away, this was not the time for it.
"It's only dark if the blood is taken by force.