Chapter 8

Emotions And Answers

Harry immediately headed to his room, ignoring the odd looks he got from his friends who had heard him yelling. Just as Harry made it to the door of his room, Dumbledore came out of the drawing room with a sullen look on his face. Their eyes met and Harry slammed the door shut. Throwing himself onto his bed, Harry rubbed his eyes severely.

"Dumbledore thinks he can do whatever he wants; hide whatever he wants. Who the hell does he think he is to hide something so bloody important from me?" Harry said out loud to himself through his hands.

"What?" a female voice said quietly from the doorway.

Harry's hands flew from his face as he looked up and saw a mess of red and brown hair by the doorway. Hermione stood next to Ron holding his hand and Ginny stood with her arms folded in the front of the small group.

Contemplating on whether or not he wanted to tell his friends of his burden, Harry turned towards the window where sunlight could be seen somewhere in the distance. He wondered what it would be like to walk freely through these streets. He wondered if he would ever get that chance.

"Harry, what were you yelling at Dumbledore for? We couldn't exactly hear what you were saying but you were yelling pretty loud," Ron asked, a touch of seriousness in his voice Harry had not heard from him. He sat up and looked at his friends.

"I can't tell you, not now," Harry said in a robotic tone. His emotions were raging and he felt his throat begin to constrict. He wasn't ready; not yet.

"Harry James Potter, you keep too much to yourself. You will tell us what's bothering you right now before we give you the cold shoulder for the rest of the summer," Ginny threatened, her famous Weasley temper showing. She stood up with her hands on her hips and Harry smiled inwardly. She was way to much like her mother.

Harry looked at Ginny. She seemed like she thought what was bothering Harry was nothing. She probably thought he didn't do well on his O.W.L.S. or something. How wrong she was.

"You don't get it. It's not something small or mediocre. This is something that could mean life or death," Harry said the final part quietly to his friends.

They looked at him, in a some what shocked way.

"Well, then it looks like were going to be a part of it, aren't we Harry?" Hermione said with her arms folded. She was as stubborn as Ginny and Ron and Harry knew that they wouldn't bow down.

"Well," he sighed, "Ginny you better get your parents, Sirius, and Remus." She nodded and ran from the room coming back seconds later with the adults in tow.

After a silencing charm was administered onto the room, Harry made everyone sit down. Sirius and Remus looked at him proudly knowing what he was about to say.

"Harry, dear, what's wrong? You seem very pale," Molly said looking at Harry with a worried expression. Her eyes were filled with concern and Harry could see the lines growing deeper on her face.

He shook his head and turned from them, staring at the wall in front of him. He began wringing his hands nervously before starting his story with a very shaky voice.

"When we were behind the veil, my parents told me something. Remus and Sirius know it but it's really big. It's going to be hard to understand and hard to accept but it's true," he hoped that they could understand his gibberish, "There was prophecy made when my mum was still pregnant with me. It involved me and Voldemort and Ron found it in the Department of Mysteries. Death Eaters have been trying to find it out for Voldemort for a long time now, I'm guessing about since they first heard it about sixteen years ago. Voldemort knows part of the prophecy; one of his men heard it and that's why he's been after me. This is the reason he killed my parents and came after me as a baby. This is why I have this scar," Harry said slowly still wringing his hands.

Harry took a breath and let a single tear fall down his cheek out of his emerald green eyes. He turned around and saw the confused faces of his friends.

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... And the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... And either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives... The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies."

At that moment, Hermione ran from the room with Ginny. Ron got up and ran as well but didn't follow his sister. He turned the other corner and walked to an empty room. Mrs. Weasley began sobbing into her husbands shoulder. Mr. Weasley looked into space and then to Harry.

"You are a strong boy Harry," was what Harry managed to make out before he ran from the room and slammed the door to Buckbeak's room.

Harry sat there for moment. All the anger and sadness he had felt seemed to be at its bursting point. Harry let out a loud and long yell and didn't stop until he couldn't breathe anymore. Harry fell to his knees and began to sob uncontrollably into his hands. He didn't hear a small click that the door made when it opened. He didn't notice that Ron, Ginny, and Hermione walked in on him and kneel next to his fallen figure. He did however, notice when Ron put a comforting arm on his shoulder and when Hermione pulled his head into her lap where he stayed for the next half hour crying his almond-shaped eyes out. When Harry eventually fell asleep in Hermione's lap, they began to speak finally.

"We need to do something. Now," Ginny said forcefully.

Hermione nodded, stroking Harry's messy hair as he lay silently in her lap.

"We need to make him feel as normal as possible. I think that's what Harry really needs. He would do anything for us now it's our turn to pay him for all the things he has done," Ron said triumphantly.

The two girls nodded. After making a plan to give Harry some happiness the group dosed off in the room.

"Where…Where are the kids Remus?" Molly asked as she finally calmed down.

"I don't know. They all ran off in different directions and I heard someone yelling but then it was all quiet. We should find them," Remus wondered allowed.

Sirius nodded and walked upstairs followed by Remus and the Weasley parents.

After checking all the bedrooms, the group of adults made their way to Buckbeak's room. As they opened the door they could see feet lying on the floor. As Sirius opened the door all the way he smiled slightly at the sight of the four friends sleeping on the floor. His eyes fell upon Harry whose head was lying in Hermione's lap. His face was red and tear-streaked and it broke Sirius' heart to see his godson with so much unhappiness in his life. Harry was a great kid who would do anything for anybody, even his worst enemy and he had so much pain and sorrow in his life it was sickening.

He slowly closed the door and walked past the other adults to his room where he shut the door.

As the hours passed, Sirius sat on his bed seemingly defeated. He couldn't help Harry as much as he had hoped. He knew that he couldn't replace Harry's father but he seemed to think he didn't deserve the right to be Harry's godfather.

"He deserves better than you. You left him for 12 years where he was treated like dirt by his so called family," Sirius kept thinking.

His mind was racing and he knew that he should be thinking about Harry and helping him; not feeling bad for himself locked up in his room.

With that thought, he got up and went out of the room.

When Ron came too in the early hours of the morning, he was unsure of where he was. Once his eyes focused, he remembered he was in Buckbeak's room. At first he was expecting to see Buckbeak fly into the room and slap him across the face but when he didn't the memories of yesterday came flooding back and he felt a rush of emotions for his best friend.

He turned his head and smiled. His eyes met Hermione's who was sitting reading a book that she had found in a drawer. Her brown eyes motioned to where Harry was and he turned. Harry was lying now in Ginny's lap with Ginny asleep and leaning against the wall. Ron smiled and knew that they both had feelings for each other but were terrible at hiding it. He turned his head once again to Hermione and walked towards her. He sat down next to her and she leaned her head on his shoulder. Seconds later, they were asleep.

"Ron, Hermione? You guys up?" Ginny asked quietly as she woke up. She looked out the window and found it was still quite dark and checked her muggle wrist-watch. It was 2:16 in the morning. Ron and Hermione were curled up next to each other and Harry was stirring in her lap. She looked at him and he opened his eyes. He sat up and ruffled his hair and gave Ginny a dashing smile. She returned it and motioned for the door. They walked out the door silently chuckling at their friends and went to the kitchen after they changed into some comfortable muggle clothes.

The sat at the table and Harry looked up at her.

"Thanks," he said simply.

"For what?"

"For everything. You, Ron, and Hermione are the best friends I could ever have and I wanted to thank you just for that," Harry said still looking at Ginny.

She smiled warmly at Harry and felt her heart melt as he smiled back at her.

"He doesn't like you like that Ginerva. Sorry to break it to you," Ginny mind said to her dashing her hopes.

Her smile faltered for a moment but she didn't want to break Harry's mood.

"So, you want something to eat?" Ginny asked him.

Harry nodded and Ginny went to make breakfast… at 2:20 in the morning.

The hours passed and Ginny and Harry had ended up falling asleep at the table. They were woken up by a cough. Harry's head shot up and found that Ron and Hermione were standing at the stairs looking at Harry and Ginny as they slept on the table.

"What time is it?" Ginny grumbled.

"4:52, exactly. I see you woke up and decided to uhh… eat something?" Hermione said looking at the eggs and toast on the table.

"Yeah. We woke up at 2 or something so we came down and Ginny made breakfast," Harry replied.

They nodded and Ron sat next to Harry and Hermione next to Ginny who got up and decided to make a new breakfast seeing that hers and Harry's were barely touched and now ice cold.

After a couple of minutes of silence, Ginny sat down giving everyone a plate of food. Harry decided to break the silence.

"I already thanked Ginny but I want to thank you guys too. For everything you've done for me and it means a lot. Really, it does," Harry said looking at the table.

Ron and Hermione smiled at each other.

"No need to thank us Harry," Hermione answered sweetly as she took a bite of her toast.

Harry smiled.

He truly does have a family and it was better than he could have ever asked for.