Chapter 5
Sorry dudes, I've been wrapped up lately, and I'm attempting to write 3 stories at once, alongside revision...ARGGGGGH!
Harry was working late at the Ministry again.
He had been so wrapped up lately, what with work and hunting down Death Eaters, he had hardly seen the kids, and they were always in bed when he got home. A quick kiss at breakfast the next morning and he was out the door again. Every now and then he realised with sadness that he did not know either of his children very well, and he could just about figure out something was upsetting Charlie.
She had been so subdued lately, but he had always been too tired to talk, and he regretted this. Looking back, he could see how selfish he'd been.
He made a decision. He stood up from his desk abruptly, and packed his things. He was going to go home now, an hour earlier than usual, and spend some time with his family. In fact, he might just take the day off tomorrow and play with the kids…
"Crap!" he suddenly remembered, they were going off to school tomorrow! Maybe that's what Charlie had been upset about…he shook his head, miserably. He was a useless husband and father.
He picked up his briefcase, and pinstriped cloak then walked out of his office and down the corridor to the lift. He was about to get in when he saw the door that haunted him. The Department of Mysteries.
Harry looked around. No one was ever here this late. Putting his things down by the lift door, he followed the now familiar path to the room with the veil. Standing next to the pedestal it stood on, Harry stared at it, curiously.
It flapped there, in a room with no breeze to move it, almost nonchalantly, as if nothing could ever be wrong. Harry hated it, hated the flapping, the movement of the fabric that showed it was no mere cloth. He longed to know what was behind it; it drew him in, closer, and closer…
And there they were. As soon as he climbed onto the pedestal, and leant in next to the frame, the whispers began. He could never make out sentences, but he knew they were people. Before now, he had tried to speak to them, but nothing had worked. But he had to know.
He had to know what happened to Sirius.
Sighing, he drew his attention away from the mysterious veil, and made his way back to the lift. He got in, leaning his head against the wall in frustration. On top of everything else, that damn veil was always in his mind. First it had separated him from his godfather, now it was threatening to take him away from everyone he loved.
But he couldn't help it.
He had to know.