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Chapter 6: In the graveyard and a ruined day

At three o'clock Harry was at Lupin's office. He dressed in his newest pair of uniform and a robe.

"Ready to go?" asked Lupin after Harry entered his office. Harry nodded.

Lupin waved his wand; both he and Harry were dressed in a black suit with white shirt.

"The graveyard serves both Godric's Hollow and a nearby muggle village, during the wizard funerals a special spells put to prevent muggles come near the graveyard, but today no service is held, so better be careful," explained Remus. Harry nodded once again that he understood.

They made their way to the headmaster's office. "Hello, Remus, Harry," greeted Dumbledore. "Sirius will meet you there."

He gave Remus a handkerchief, "This is a portkey, it will activate in two minutes. It will bring you back in two hours."

Harry got hold of the portkey and felt the familiar tag of his navel. He realized too late that the situation was too familiar.

They landed behind a keeper's house in the graveyard and Harry suddenly felt that he couldn't breath. He looked frantically around as if expecting something. He felt lightheaded and fell to the ground.

"Harry, what's wrong?" Remus was beside him in a flash.

"Portkey… graveyard… Pettigrew… Voldemort… Cedric…" he fired those words through his struggling breath.

It downed to Remus what was wrong. "I'm sorry, I should've had known" he apologized. Remus looked around and when he was sure they were alone, took out his wand and conjured a brown paper bag. He put the bag in front of Harry's face.

"Breath inside the bag," he instructed, "You are having a panic attack and you are hyperventilating. We are perfectly safe here. There is a guard from the Order, they are watching us, they are just invisible."

When the panic attack was over, Remus helped Harry on his feet.

"Come on, let's go, we have only one hour and forty minutes left," he led Harry toward the rows of a tombstones.

They came to a small hill, there one wide tombstone from a white marble stood. The black writing said:

Lilly Evans Potter James Potter

12/7/1958-31/10/1981 27/3/1958-31/10/1981

How have the mighty fallen!

In their life and their death they were not parted!

Loving Parents & Loyal friends

Rest in peace!

Harry was glaring at the tombstone, his eyes began to sting. As Lupin put a reassuring hand on Harry's shoulder, Harry couldn't stand it anymore. He collapsed near his parent's grave and began to sob. Remus sat beside him and hugged him letting Harry's head to bury in his shoulders. A black dog approached them and rested its snout on Harry's knees. Harry unconsciously began to stroke the dog gently, then he released himself from Remus' hug and buried his face in the dog's fur, still crying.

A couple passed by and eyed Remus.

"Did you know this people?" the woman asked, pointing to the tombstone, "I heard they were killed by some madman and their baby son went missing." 'Apparently muggles,' Remus thought.

"They were my best friends," Remus replied, "And this is their son, Harry, it's his first time here."

"Poor lad," commented the woman, "I lost my brother that night, when that murderer, Sirius Black caused the explosion." Snuffles growled and Harry tightened his grip on his fur.

"I knew him too," answered Remus in a cold tone, "He was innocent, the man that was responsible for all of it faked his own death and framed him."

"Well, if you say so, that night was a blur, I hope the police will find the right man then," the woman gave Remus a polite smile and the couple moved on.

When Harry stopped crying, Remus gave him a clean handkerchief to wipe his face.

"I feel like a stupid crying baby," murmured Harry.

"Not at all!" said Remus sternly, "You had never had the opportunity to mourn your parents. It would be strange if you didn't cry."

"Thank you, both of you," said Harry quietly. Snuffles licked his hand.

Remus conjured three white lilies and handed one to Harry and one to Sirius. They put them near the tombstones. "I love you!" Harry whispered to the marble stone and the trio moved toward the exit of the graveyard. On Harry's questioned look, Remus explained, "I would like you to see your house." Harry nodded.

Remus led Harry through the village, and Harry saw small neat cottages with gardens full of flowers and other magical plants. They went a little further and stopped in front of ruins of some house.

"This is The Den, as James called it," said Remus in a sad voice, "Dumbledore put some charms on it so only the heir with his friends could enter and look around. That means you can enter and take whatever you like. When you are seventeen the place will rebuild itself as you first step in it as an adult."

Harry crossed the gate and felt a tingling sensation on his skin. "Those must be the wards recognizing you as the rightful heir," commented Remus.

"Why don't you come in too?" asked Harry. Remus tried but the wards didn't let him.

"Why can't you enter?" Harry was curious, "You said the heir with his friends, and you are my friend."

"I don't know, Harry, maybe there is more to it."

Harry felt stubborn, he reached his hand and grabbed Remus by the sleeve of his suit, and Remus was able to enter through the wards.

"Well, the mystery is solved!" Remus smiled at Harry. The same way Harry pulled Sirius inside.

They looked around. The house was totally ruined. Harry walked around the rubbles; in a far corner he saw something. He went nearer and pulled a stuffed animal. A close look revealed a grey stag.

"It was white once," Lupin commented as Harry showed it to him, "It was your favorite toy along with stuffed dog and wolf. You never liked the rat, though."

Padfoot led them behind the rubbles, where he could transform without being seen by anyone. He gave Harry a fierce hug and explained, "It was your first Christmas present from Remus, Peter and me. You were just five month old, but somehow you already knew that something was wrong with Peter. As he gave you the stuffed rat you threw it away but hugged the rest of the animals. We thought it was funny, although Peter was sulky the whole evening. Maybe we should have paid more attention to you then." He finished with a sigh.

"More than that, you would begin crying every time Peter tried to pick you up, and when you developed the 'stranger shyness' later, Peter was the first one to fall into the category of stranger although you saw him quit a lot," added Remus.

After that they sat in silence, Harry subconsciously hugging the stuffed animal.

"Maybe the dog and the wolf here somewhere too?" he asked hopefully.

"Acio stuffed dog and wolf" Remus called, a few moments passed and the two other toys sprang into his hand. "Here you go, Harry" he handed them to the teenager. "Would you like me to clean them?"

Harry thought for a moment, "No," he shook his head, "They are special this way," and hugged them tightly.

Harry looked around again; he found a few books and broken furniture. He hoped to find some pictures of him and his parents, but was unsuccessful.

"We should go, the portkey will be active in ten minutes," Remus suddenly said. Harry looked at the animals in his hands and then he put the dog and the wolf on the top of the rubbles. "Watch it for me," he said quietly, "I will come back to rebuild the place."

He saw Remus and Sirius looking at him with sadness in their eyes.

Sirius transformed back and they exited the ruins. Remus pulled out the handkerchief and Harry took its edge.

"What about Sirius?" Harry asked.

Remus showed him a necklace around the mutt's neck, "It is a portkey to the Head Quarters."

"By Sirius," Harry whispered, "and thanks."

The dog barked as a response and a few seconds later he was gone. Harry too felt the familiar tug on the navel and found himself in the headmaster's office, in Hogwarts, the white stag firmly in his hand.

-aaaaa-

"How was your trip?" asked Dumbledore, as Harry steadied his breath from another mild panic attack that followed the portkey travel.

"I'm glad Remus took me, thank you, sir," Harry said.

"I assume it went well," concluded Dumbledore.

"If you won't count the panic attack Harry had after the portkey took us straight to the graveyard," said Remus.

"O, I'm sorry I didn't think of it before," Dumbledore apologized.

"Never mind," dismissed Harry, "I guess I should get use to the portkeys once again."

"What do you have there, in your hand?" Dumbledore noticed the stag.

"O, I found it at the ruins of the house; it was my first Christmas present from Sirius and Remus." Harry showed him the stag. He intentionally didn't mention Peter.

"Yes, I remember it" smiled Dumbledore, "You got your first Snitch that day from your father, it was big and stuffed. He wanted to give you a toy broom with it but Lilly persuaded him that it wasn't a good idea."

"You were there?" asked Harry.

"Your parents invited the whole Order that Christmas, it was quit a party." (A/N Dumbledore knows that Sirius and Remus told Harry about the Order of the Phoenix.)

Remus glanced at the clock on Dumbledore's desk.

"I think I'll go. The dinner is about to start in half an hour, I would like to change," he said.

"You should go too, Harry" said Dumbledore. He waved his wand and Harry's suit transformed back to the school uniform. "Your friends might wonder where you are."

After bidding goodbye Harry left the headmaster's office.

-aaaaa-

Harry went back to his dormitory; he hid the stag deep in his trunk to avoid his roommates' questions, took a shower, changed his clothes and went to the Halloween feast in much better mood than he was the day before. Somehow he felt himself more complete than he was before.

His friends were already at the Gryffindor table, talking quietly. When they noticed him enter they waved to him and made him a room to sit.

"How did it go?" asked Ron.

"Fine, I guess," answered Harry, thinking back to the day's events, "Remus took me to see my house. It all ruins but Remus said it will rebuilt itself when I'm adult."

"It is grate, mate" Ron patted him on the shoulder.

"By the way, Harry, where is Hedwig?" Hermione asked suddenly, "I went to the owlry before the dinner to send a letter, and didn't see her."

"She is flying around," shrugged Harry.

"I didn't see her at the train either," added Ron, "and you don't have her cage."

"She is fine without her cage; I left it at the Dursleys." Harry raised his voice.

"You let her fly all the way to Hogwarts?" continued Hermione.

"She had done it before."

"Maybe I could use her to send a letter to my parents?" Hermione decided to test Harry.

"NO!" Harry said too quick, "I… I need her to send a letter to Snuffles"

"Harry, something happened, didn't it?" asked finally Hermione, "The teachers noticed it too, by the way."

"Nothing happened!!!" Harry rose to his feet and said almost shouting, "Leave it Hermione, I don't care what you or the teachers think!!! You hear it – I DON'T CARE!" and he left the Grate Hall.

Hermione was in tears, "I don't understand it," she cried to Ron, "He never was like this. Why doesn't he say anything? What if Voldemort did something to him last year, like cursed him?"

Ron shuddered, "You don't think he really cursed him, do you?"

"I don't know, Ron, I really don't, but he has those mood swings, he is fighting, his grades dropped dramatically and he is barely eating."

"Maybe we should talk to Dumbledore or something," suggested Ron, "I think he can't sleep either."

"I think you are right, but Harry is stubborn, he won't admit something wrong till it's late. Maybe we could write a letter to Sirius. Harry is very fond of him."

-aaaaa-

While Hermione and Ron were having their discussion about Harry, the Professors at the Head Table were having one too.

"Something wrong with Potter," said Minerva McGonagall, "I don't know what, but you just saw him. He is fighting, his grades are beyond the average, and he is lying and accusing other students in awful things. He was in detention since the beginning of the year."

"In my opinion Potter is just seeking for attention, he is just as spoiled as his father. Every year he is looking for trouble. Maybe this year is just to quit for him," sneered Severus Snape.

"Severus, no need to be rude!" scolded the potions master Dumbledore, "I will ask Remus to talk with Harry. I think he took the events of the last year harder than I thought."

"I tried to talk with him, but he has his father stubbornness. He insists that he is fine," said Remus, "I don't think even Sirius will be able to make him talk,"

"Minerva, do you know if he had anymore nightmares?" asked Dumbledore.

"Not that I know of any. I asked Mr. Weasley a few times but he assured me that everything was quit after the last time."

"I still think he is just his arrogant self!" said Snape.

"Severus!" scolded him Dumbledore again, "I guess we'll have to watch him. I'll give him time till after Christmas; if his behavior won't improve I will invite a Mind Consultant from St. Mungo to talk to him if he refuses to talk to us." Dumbledore concluded. (A/N Mind Consultant – someone like psychologist)

-aaaaa-

Harry stormed to his dorm. He felt frustrated. He felt that he needed to release his emotions. He kicked his trunk as hard as he could and cried with pain as his foot hit the trunk to hard. He pulled over his sheets and blankets and threw the pillow toward the wall, and then he fired some 'Reducto' curses at his bed and walls. All the time he was shouting "Why, why must she go and ask me about Hedwig. This was so perfect day and she ruined it!!!" When he finally relaxed and looked around he saw that the room was a total mess. Finally Harry fell on his bare bed feeling exhausted from the effort and fell asleep, his wand still in his hand.

-aaaaa-

Ron and the other Gryffindors made their way to their room.

"What the hell happened there?!" was their first reaction. The room was total mess. Bedclothes were spread on the floor, feathers of torn pillow lay everywhere, the curtains of the beds were turn and there were some burn marks on the wall. In the middle of all this Harry Potter was asleep.

"I think Potter finally lost it!" said Seamus Finnegan, while trying to cast a repairing charm to fix the curtains.

"MY WESTHAM POSTERS!" yelled Dean Thomas, "THEY ARE RUINED!!!" in two steps he was near Harry's bed. He grabbed Harry by his robes and lifted the sleeping boy.

"What did you do to my posters?!" he shouted shaking Harry awake.

Harry woke up with a start. Without any thought he sent Dean flying across the room with powerful 'Expelliarmus'. Dean landed hard on a nightstand. He got up and stormed at Harry. A fight broke. Ron and Seamus tried to separate the fight but ended fighting each other. Neville, who didn't want to get involved, ran to call for a help.

Suddenly a loud BANG was heard; the boys stopped the fight immediately. They saw a very angry Minerva McGonagall standing at the entrance with her wand raised.

"Fighting like a hooligan muggles, you should be ashamed!" she said, "I would like to know who started it all!" she eyed the four boys.

Harry's shirt was torn, his hair was messier than before and his nose was bleeding (There weren't physical signs of bruises since he has the Glamorous charm on himself that absorbed the bruises, but he probably had few.). Ron had a split lip and a black eye, his shirt sleeve was separated from his shirt. Dean had a bloodied nose and a gush on the back of his head from the falling. Seamus wasn't looking any better.

"Potter ruined my WESTHAM posters," complained Dean, "and when I tried to wake him he knocked me with 'Expelliarmus'".

"You shouldn't start him!" retorted Ron.

"He shouldn't ruin my posters the first place!"

"Potter is a nuttier!" said Seamus, "He should've been locked at a mad house long ago, like they said last year!"

Harry made an attempt to punch Seamus but was stopped by McGonagall grabbing the collar of his shirt. Harry tried to resist but McGonagall had a surprisingly firm grip or maybe Harry had a little strength to resist.

"That is enough!" she raised her voice, "Potter, did you do this to your dorm?" she addressed to Harry.

"Hermione annoyed me!" was his answer.

McGonagall took a deep breath, "Messrs. Weasley, Thomas and Finnegan go straight to the hospital wing. Fifteen points each from Gryffindor." When the boys had left she turned to Harry.

"Mr. Potter, I'm lost about what to do with you," she said in a tired voice. Harry just shrugged.

"Clean this room, repair everything you destroyed and come downstairs, I'll wait for you there to take you to the headmaster," with that she left.

Harry did as she told him, then he went to the bathroom, took off the charm and examined the damage. He had a black eye and few bruises. Harry washed his face from the blood and made his way downstairs. He left the Glamorous charm only on his body because he noticed that his face looked better than at the end of the summer.