The Effects of a Mistake
Harry ran down the hall, it was now late; everyone would be down eating dinner. He had to see Sirius, he needed to see him. He ran out the front door and across the grass, the sky getting darker.
Harry was still crying after what he had just seen, his hands were shaking. When he was outside the gate he apparated to Grimmauld Place, the street deserted. He opened the door, not waiting to knock. Sirius, who had heard someone come in, walked from the kitchen,
"Harry!" he said when he saw him, "what wrong?" He asked walking over to him,
"I saw the night my parents got murdered," said Harry looking up at Sirius, whose eyes were wide,
"What part did you see?" He asked, leading him over to the lounge room, Harry sat,
"All of it, even before it. I saw from them talking, to Voldemort coming, to him killing my dad, and then going to my mum in the closet and him killing her and trying to kill me and dying. Then Hagrid came to get me, then …. You did,"
"You saw me?" Asked Sirius, Harry nodded,
"And then it showed you walking off to the house, Hagrid and I walking over to the motorbike. Then the memory finished," he said wiping his eyes with his forearm, Sirius hugged him, and Harry put his head on his shoulder. Sirius started crying also, making Harry go off again. His tears went down his chin and onto Sirius' shirt. Sirius let go,
"You know, I really did want to take you with me,"
"And I wanted to go with you," said Harry, touching his scar, Sirius smiled, pushing away Harry's hair like he did that night.
"And when I saw you, I saw another generation of Potter, I knew that James would be in you," he smiled, "and I was right," he said, taking his hand away.
"You are welcome to spend the night here," said Sirius, "if you don't feel up to seeing your friends yet," Harry nodded,
"Thanks, I didn't, they'd want to know the whole story… I don't feel up to telling it quite yet," he said with an attempt of a smile.
The next morning Harry was awoken brutally, Kreacher whacked him over the head,
"Time to get up master," he said, "if master does not wish to miss school he should wake up now," he said, Harry opened one eye and caught Kreacher's hand before it came in collision with his head again.
"Kreacher, couldn't you have found a better way to get me up? It's Saturday for god's sake," He said, massaging his head, the elf was old, but was still reasonably strong.
"Master was sleeping and wouldn't wake up,"
"What else did you try?" He asked, sitting up and fetching his glasses from the table,
"Hitting you over the head," said Kreacher walking from the room. Harry shook his head, remembering everything from the day before; he swallowed the clog in his throat. Stretching, he put his clothes on again then walked down the stairs,
"Morning Harry," said Sirius,
"Hey Sirius," he said,
"What do you want for breakfast?" He asked,
"It's ok, I'll get it," said Harry,
"Suit yourself," he replied sitting down at the table, Harry put the bread in the toaster, which cooked it in a second flat. Putting jam on it, he sat down,
"How was your sleep?" Asked Sirius, the paper laid out in front of him,
"It was ok," said Harry, he hadn't been able to get to sleep very well that night, just thinking everything through, "waking up wasn't to good though," he admitted,
"Why?" Asked Sirius frowning,
"Kreacher thought hitting me over the head would be a good way to get me up," he said with a laugh. Sirius smirked, turning the page of the paper; a frown came across his brow.
"They have reported the Dementor attack," commented Sirius, "no picture, but it has basically all the facts right," he said pushing it over to Harry.
Dementor Attack on Hogwarts
It seems Voldemort has done it again, sending his forces of Dementor's to Hogwarts without warning. Luckily they had gotten a warning when they were closing in on the school, Harry Potter
Harry gave it back to Sirius.
Harry walked up to the castle, the wind was chilly and the sky threatened rain. He hugged his chest, head down against the wind. Getting to the door he swung it open, walking inside. He was given many looks from people; clearly they knew he had gone for the night. Ginny exited the Great Hall, Harry paused, looking at her, Ginny glanced at him before doing a double-take. They stood there looking at each other for a long secong; Ginny ran over to him and hugged him. Harry hugged her back,
"Don't ever scare me like that again," she said a tear sliding down her cheek. Harry felt guilty; he didn't know they were going to be scared.
"I'm sorry," he said, "I'll explain it in the common room," Ginny nodded, taking his hand, walking up the stairs.
"You should have owled us," she said, "Hermione was distraught… as was I," she said with a weak smile.
"Sorry, I didn't think you would worry,"
"Not worry?" She said, "Of course we were worrying! Voldemort wants you dead and Hermione and Ron said they hadn't seen you since Transfiguration," she said, resting her head on his shoulder. They reached the Fat Lady,
"Congelois," said Ginny, the Fat Lady nodded, letting them in. Harry followed her through the portrait hole.
"Ron wasn't down at breakfast so I think he is still asleep and Hermione was completing Silimon's essay in her room this morning," she said, "hang on a tic, I'll go fetch Hermione," she said, kissing him and running off down the stairs. He felt so selfish, how could he not tell them where he was? Hermione ran down the stairs, practically jumping on Harry.
"How could you do that to us?" She asked letting go of him, "are you ok?"
"Yeah I am fine,"
"So… what happened?" She asked, dragging him over to the fire and sitting on the carpet.
"Wait till Ron is here," He said, not wanting to repeat the story once let alone twice.
"Hang on a tic," said Ginny, running off to the boy's dormitory and returning with a sleepy looking Ron.
"Harry!" Said Ron,
"Sh Ron!" Said Hermione, "ok, now he is here, tell us!" She said, Harry sighed,
"Last night… I went to Dumbledore's office, and he showed me a memory," he paused, they were all alert hanging on his every word of why he had left them without a note, he sighed, "The memory was mine…. Of my parent's death,"
"Dumbledore took the memory of you from you, then showed it to you?" Asked Ginny,
"Yes, that's why I wasn't here. It was really hard for me to see so I went to Sirius' place," he said,
"Why Sirius?" Asked Hermione,
"Because he was there," replied Harry,
"So…. What happened in the memory?" Asked Ron, Harry was expecting this question, he began retelling the story.
By the end Ginny was crying, Hermione had her hands over her mouth and Ron was wide eyed.
"T-that's horrible," said Ginny,
"Yep," said Harry not knowing what to say from here. "Do you mind if I go to the Dormitory? I need to get something," he said, wanting to get out of there. Ginny nodded, Harry ran up the stairs, sitting on his bed. Reliving that memory was hard, but he managed to do it. He got changed, glancing at the doorway he saw Ginny was there.
"They started kissing again," said Ginny, "I sware if they start in front of me one more time I will blast them apart," she said. "So… what did you come up here to get?" She asked, Harry tried to think of a lie,
"Ahh," he looked on his bedside table, there was a piece of parchment and ink, he took it, "this," he said, "Quidditch tryouts are tomorrow so I wanted to write a note for the board…" he said hoping the lie would suffice. Ginny shrugged,
"Ok," she said, walking over to his bed and sitting down next to him. The Dormitory was empty. Ginny hugged him,
"I love you Harry," she said,
"Love you to," said Harry, Ginny kissed him,
"So what are you going to write?" She asked,
"Basically setting boundaries… like no one who just wants to hear about me and Voldemort to come and that I am only seeking individuals who are willing to put in," he said proud of himself for coming up with it so fast,
"Who do you have to replace?"
"Well, Katie for obvious reasons. And apparently Demelza didn't come back to Hogwarts this year, so she will have to be replaced," he sighed,
"Let's go for a walk," said Ginny, grabbing Harry's hand,
"Where?" He said as she dragged him down the stairs,
"No idea," she said with a laugh, "you just need to get out of here," they passed Ron and Hermione and went out the portrait hole, running down the stairs and out into the cold air.
Please Read and Review, it was kind of hard to top the last chapter lol. Thanks for all your reviews ALL HAIL REVIEWERS! I re-wrote the first chapter because I didn't like it, you might want to check it out. Also I'm sorry I haven't written a longer chapter but oh well, the next one will be longer and hopefully better than this one. Oh and If you are confused by Harry closing the paper, I was just trying to show that Harry was sick of being recognised thats all.
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