Title: A Long Road Ahead
Author: Danii x2
Summary: After the kidnapping of Harry Potter, the clan at grimmald Place is frantically searching for him. Will they find him? If they do will he be able to recover and finally fight Voldemort?
Backstory… Seventh year summer story…Dumbledore is dead but Sirius is still alive…they're at Grimmald Place because of imminent threats and attacks with the death eaters again…Nothing in HBP happened...
Disclaimer: I'm not stealing...I have to fulfill my addiction while we wait for teh Seventh book to come!!
Chapter 2- Mirror, Mirror in my hand…
"HOW COULD YOU HAVE AGREED WITH LETTING THEM GO TO HOGSMEADE? NOW FOR ALL WE KNOW HE COULD BE---" Molly shouted as Ron and Tonks made their way through the fire and into the spacious kitchen where most of the order was situated.
Some were talking in hushed voices amongst themselves while a larger amount were following the argument that Sirius and Molly were having. Sirius was standing next to the window his face set in a nonchalant look. His shoulder was tied with a soaked handkerchief but you could clearly see the faint rusty color beneath the cloth.
"DO YOU NOT THINK THAT I KNOW THAT?" He shouted back, whipping around to face her.
"YOU COULD HAVE SAID NO!!!"
"YOU SAID YES TOO"
"BECAUSE I THOUGHT HE WOULD BE SAFE WITH YOU THREE," Molly waved her wand and a small blood pool from one of their cuts disappeared. "Evidently I put too much trust into you lot,"
"Oh, what would you have done differently Molly? He's seventeen for merlin's sake, we can't wander behind him ready to pick up anything that drops and coddle him. What were you going to do? Let him sit here the entire summer? Make sure that he acts like a good boy and have no fun? I understand that you don't want him hurt but honestly Molly your not the only one. I spent twelve years in Azkaban with only my depressed thoughts and those horrible creatures. I began to think that maybe my fuckin' delusions were real. That maybe everyone was dead. And no Molly I don't want that, I never have,"
Molly was seething. She just couldn't understand why Sirius wouldn't just admit that she was right and he should have stayed back with her, maybe none of them should have gone out.
Well, maybe now she did understand a little. In his own, oddly protective but audacious way he was like a parent to Harry. She was the mother hen that nurtured and protected the little eggs during the day but at night when "dad" came home the world turned upside down. He was the fun "parent" that was adventurous and exciting.
"BUT, WE SHOULD HAVE TRIED, SOMTHING. I THOUGHT YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO STAY WITH THE CHILDREN AND KEEP--"
"To be honest Molly I wouldn't do that now." Remus said. He was leaning against the counter next to the fireplace.
"Why not he deserves it?" she shouted enraged.
"Because he's mentally kicking himself in the ass right this very moment." Remus said knowingly.
"Thanks ever so much, Remus for this marvelous insight." She hissed, sarcasm dripping on every word.
"THAT IS ENOUGH! STOP FIGHTING RIGHT NOW!" Tonks shouted finally getting fed up with all shouting. "We should be figuring out a way to save Harry not fighting about whose fault is was. Now apologize right now" Sirius took a deep breath and made his way over to Molly.
"Tonks is right. I'm sorry, it's just with all of this stuff I have very little self control." Molly sighed and met his eyes.
"Fine, I'm sorry too." She said turning around to make everyone hot chocolate.
"Okay now that this is over we have to think of a plan," Remus said moving over to sit in one of the chairs. He took out a muggle rubrics puzzle cube that he just happened to have in his pocket and began to twist it in between his fingers, working back and forth with the colored sections.
"Yeah, just blurt out anything that comes to mind. That's how James and I used to come up with plans." Sirius added pacing about the kitchen. Everyone nodded and the kitchen became silent. After a few minutes a loud voice interrupted their thinking.
"I GOT IT!! We sent in people and—wait we have to know where he is first. Sorry." Bill apologized. Everyone murmured their acceptance, and fell silent once again, expect for the occasional musing outside their heads.
"gates…codes…spells" Molly muttered, as she set a mug of hot chocolate in front of everyone.
"balls, mirrors…glasses…MIRRORS!!" Sirius shouted, unexpectedly stopping pacing. Remus looked up wide eyes. He jumped up, throwing the cube from his hands. He stood up next to Sirius and met his eyes. He grasped his shoulders and let out an uncharacteristic whoop.
"I'll go find my mirror then we can use yours, to communicate. This is brilliant."
"I know right. Sometimes I wonder about my own genius" Sirius exclaimed.
"You couldn't have thought of a better way to find him,"
"WHAT IN THE NAME OF MERLIN ARE YOU TALING ABOUT?" Molly yelled again. They sighed at having to explain the story.
"When we were 13, the three of us made magical mirrors. Since James and Sirius were in detention most of the time, we needed a way to talk with ach other. We went through tons of books looking through a way."
"But, don't you have to use the location and reflection charms? We haven't even learned it yet, but you were able to do it at 13? That's unheard of." Hermione exclaimed looking amazed, yet jealous.
"Yea, yea, we were able to do it, but that's for another time when Harry's here," Remus said waving his hand away from the question.
"We finally found something, and we made four of them. Sirius gave his to Harry and I have mine, we lost James' and I cracked the rat's when I found him watching Lily and James." Remus said.
"Why did you give Harry one?"
"Since we couldn't speak with each other during school, with that foul Umbridge woman everywhere and with me being a fugitive. That one cracked at the end of last year, so we fixed it and he's using it again."
"Accio Remus' mirror." Sirius shouted. He waited a couple of seconds, and heard a whistling sound, of something flying through the air. Fred turned around and ducked as a thin, circular object was hurtling through the air towards the door to the kitchen. Sirius stuck out his hand and caught the object easily. He sat in a chair and Remus joined him. Sirius cleared his throat and looked into the mirror warily.
"I have the worst feeling of deja vu." Sirius muttered under his breath.
"No kidding,"
"James Potter," Sirius said. The mirror made no move to change. The shiny surface stayed the same and showed his pale face with worried filled grey eyes.
"What if you say Harry's name instead?" a tearful voice asked. Hermione, Ron and Ginny were sitting against the wall watching the adults worriedly.
"You know that might actually help." Sirius nodded and tried again.
"Harry Potter," Suddenly, the surface shimmered, and turned black.
"Sirius?" a weak voice asked. The image was fuzzy, but Sirius could definitely see the outlines of a person.
"Yes, it's me kiddo. Are you all right?"
"No…cold…dementors…cruciatus…" he said his voice fading.
"Harry, stay with me. Where are you?"
"not sure…cell, maybe…your--ahhhhhh" Suddenly, he screamed from the effects of the cruciatus. "Ooh whose this? Hello dear cousin. I thought I killed you. Oh well, I'll just have to try again—" Her voice was cut off from the shattering sound of breaking glass.
When Remus heard the sound of Bellatrix laughing he grabbed a heavy yellow wax candle that was sitting on the mantle of the fireplace and thrust it on the glass, shattering the mirror in thousands of pieces. Sirius held an amount in his bloody hands and exchanged a shrug with Tonks who was watching Remus wide eyed.
"WHY DID YOU DO THAT REMUS?" all of the teenagers shouted in unison. Remus looked up grim faced and opened his mouth to speak.
"Because, Bellatrix could find out where we are, right now."
"I thought this house was under the fidelius charm?" Molly asked alarmed.
"Oh it is. But, the psychopath spent enough time here with my mother to figure out where we are. She might not be able to tell Voldemort but…" Remus ended, letting the group come up with their own ending.
"Okay, so now what are we going to do?' Tonks asked, her hair was lengthening steadily and was darkening to her real long silky black. Her eyes were slowing turning to the sparkling gray Sirius' were.
"I have no clue," Remus said crestfallen. Sirius was astounded. Whenever the Marauders were in deep trouble, they could rely on Remus to figure out a plan. Sirius could also help but his plans were often hysterically difficult and very odd.
"But, you have to come up with something, you're Moony. Whenever James went along with one of my ridiculous schemes and we got into a lot of trouble you always knew how to fix it."
"No Padfoot you used your charming personality to talk your way out of everything." He said. Sirius smirked and turned to Hermione who had begun to speak.
"Okay, okay so why don't we start off trying to figure out where he is first of all," Hermione said. "that's the most logical."
"Harry said cell. But which kind of cell?" Fred asked.
"Yes, but he also said yours." Ron added.
"Let see he was talking to Sirius and he had a cell…" Remus whispered. There was a loud crash as the extra pieces of the mirror fell from Sirius' hand. His gray eyes met with Remus' blue. They both knew exactly what he meant.
"You…don't…think…" Sirius asked his voice wavering. He had gotten very pale, and was shaking slightly.
"I don't know Padfoot. They just might be that cruel"
"You have got to be friggin kidding me," Sirius growled threw his hands up in the air shedding bits of glass all over thought no one seemed to mind. They were preoccupied with watching the two men engage themselves in conversations where the crowd had no knowledge of understanding.
Sirius and Remus looked lost. Sirius had the appearance of someone who had seen a ghost and Remus seemed to have gotten even older in the past five minutes.
"Would anyone like to tell us what your thinking? Seeing as you're having another one of your telepathic talks." Ginny asked sounding fed up.
"We're sure…"
"Actually, we're hoping we're completely wrong on this but…" Remus shot Sirius a glare and began to speak.
"We think he might be in Azkaban…" he finished. The entire kitchen was silent. The teenagers left the kitchen hurriedly. Ginny was the first, rushing past her oldest brother and several of his friends, her face was wet with tears and eyes were full with more. Hermione was next, following Ginny not wanting to believe what could happen to her best friend. Ron was the last. He trudged slowly and tiredly past everyone. His face was no longer filled with happiness. Now it was painfilled and tightly clasped shut. His lean body seemed to wilt as he thought about the problems his best friend was dealing with.
Yay, another chapter is completed! The next chapter is Harry's POV plus you get a surprise cliffy!!!! I hope you guys like this! I have final exams coming up so I really don't know how long it will be until my next update. But you know...if there are a lot of reviews I just might write faster...Thanks for everyone's great support You guys make me feel so much better about my writing.