Chapter 4: Going Separate Ways

As Harry walked back to the Infirmary, he felt his head spinning. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get the Prophecy out of his mind. He was going to die. The whole wizarding world would be killed by Voldemort. All because he was weak.

When he got back to the Hospital Wing, he noticed Sirius and Remus were chatting in whispers. Had Harry been gone that long? The sky was looking a lot clearer than it had been before he left. When Harry walked in, he saw Sirius whisper one last thing into Remus' ear. Harry had a feeling they were talking about him, because Remus said his goodbyes and left right after.

When Harry questioned Sirius about this, he just waved Harry's question away. Harry was sure it had been about him, but let the argument pass. He just wasn't in the mood right now. He tried many times to forget the Prophecy, but failed miserably. Sirius noticed his Godson looked troubled, but didn't dare ask about it. Unaware of the prophecy, he assumed it had something to do with the trial.

Two days later found Harry packing his things to leave Hogwarts for summer break, and Sirius getting ready to go to his Ministry holding cell. Ron had been released from St. Mungo's the day before and him and Hormone had taken The Hogwart's Express home. Harry hated to have to leave his Godfather, but knew he had no choice. Remus came to escort Harry back to his Aunt and Uncle's house, and to wish Sirius luck. The Dursley's had been told Harry wouldn't be arriving on the train this year.

As Harry watched the two together, he was reminded briefly of their meeting in the Shrieking Shack back in his third year. They were like brothers. That night was when Harry learned Sirius was innocent. That was the night Sirius should have been freed. That next summer should have been the start of a new life for both of them, but it wasn't. All because Peter had gotten away when Remus transformed. It wasn't fair.

Harry bid Sirius one last goodbye before he left. He was surprised, however, when his Godfather wrapped his arms around him into a loose hug. Harry felt a bit awkward, but returned the hug full-heartedly. He wasn't sure how long it would be until he saw his godfather again, so he may as well make the most of their time together right now.

Harry watched sorrowfully as the Aurors took Sirius away. Sirius just followed them without a word. He had always been strong like that. He didn't even protest as they banded his wrist together behind his back magically. It seemed as if he were merely bored with all the arrangements.

Harry laughed at the thought of that. He probably was. Fudge's security and such was so pathetic now that Harry thought about it. Aurors were all he had. The Order was much more safe with spells and enchantments, not to mention some of the strongest wizards on the side of the Light.

Fudge didn't even have his Dementors anymore. They had left to join Voldemort some time back, and the fool was just now realizing this. Well, he still had a few loyal Dementors, but not enough to brag about for sure. Yes, Sirius was merely going on a vacation. The worst vacation ever, but still a vacation nonetheless.

When Sirius had vanished completely from view, Harry felt a hand come to a rest on his shoulder and jumped slightly at it. He turned around to face Remus and the two exchanged a glance. It was their silent way of saying everything would be okay. Remus would do all in his power to make sure Sirius was freed, as would the majority of the Order. Harry knew this, and was glad to have people like that on his side.

Harry couldn't help but feel gratitude for the werewolf as he walked with him to Dumbledore's fireplace. Neither said a word, but that's because they didn't have to. They both knew what the other was thinking, and just being with the other made everything seem so much better. When they finally reached their destination, Harry wished they could just stay here a little longer. His relatives would no doubt dread his arrival anyway.

Dumbledore had once told him of the blood magic though, and that was why he had to stay at Privet Drive for a few days at the very least. Just enough to stay protected, then, maybe, if Sirius got freed, he'd go stay with him and Moony for the rest of the summer. They could stay at Headquarters or get a new house and put up wards around it. It was easy enough to find a safe location in Harry's opinion. If something did happen, Harry was a fair dueler anyway.

"Harry, are you listening to me?" Remus asked, a bit irritably.

"Yes," Harry lied.

"Alright, well, just make sure you write every two or three to tell me how you're doing, okay? Tell me if you need anything or want to talk or anything like that. I'll be here for you. Ms. Figg said she wouldn't mind you coming to use her fireplace."

With that, Remus gave Harry's shoulder a squeeze and handed him some Floo Powder. Harry took the powder into his hands and stepped into the grate. He was finally leaving home for the summer again. With the rise of Voldemort and Sirius' trial on his mind, things were going to be pretty crazy this summer.

"Don't go off worrying about Sirius. It'll all work out," Remus said. Some of what Harry was thinking must have shown on his face.

"Yeah… Yeah, thanks, Remus," Harry said seriously and threw down the powder. "Figg House, Little Whining!"

He had to travel to Ms. Figg's house first, then walk back to Privet Drive. The Dursley's would not have him traveling through their fireplace. It was a "Freakish" thing to do, and therefore they hated it. Normal people did not travel through fires. As Harry collapsed onto Arabella's floor, he understood why. Floo wasn't exactly the most comfortable form of transportation, but it worked when he need to go somewhere quickly. The fastest things for Muggles were those airplanes.

"Harry, it's great to see you again!" Arabella exclaimed as Harry stood up, brushing soot of his jeans.

"Great to see you too, Ms. Figg," Harry said, keeping his manners. He'd gained a lot more respect for the old lady since he learned she was a member of the Order, and since it was thanks to her that he had not be expelled last summer. "How are you and Mr. Tibbles doing?"

"Great, great, we've all been great. That reminds me I need to pick up some cat food later. Yes, we've been well, thank you. Would you like to stay for some tea?"

"No thanks, Ms. Figg. I really should get going. Maybe another time though?"

"Yes, certainly."

With a wave and a thank you for the use of the fireplace, Harry left Ms. Figg's house and headed towards number four Privet Drive. Remus said he'd bring his trunk and Hedwig by later. Harry hoped later would be sometime soon, even though he'd probably be busy with chores anyway the moment he walked in the door. His relatives were just cruel like that. Privet Drive would definitely never be his true home. He couldn't wait to move in with Sirius.

Unless… What if Sirius wasn't cleared? Or what if they wouldn't let him have custody of Harry? He should be cleared, but you never know what last minute evidence they may find. Finding Pettigrew alone should have freed Sirius right off the bat then and there. They shouldn't even need a trial! Fudge had to be planning to issue Sirius the Kiss. Then again, he always was stupid, so maybe he really thought a trial was necessary. He'd just have to wait and see.

He would be at that trial no matter how hard he had to work to get there. His invisibility cloak plan was still pretty good in his opinion. Though, if Moody was at the trial, it'd blow his cover. That, and the fact that Dumbledore was not that easily fooled either. Well, he'd at least give it a try. He knew he wouldn't be able to live if Sirius lost the trial, and he wasn't there to say goodbye.

Harry walked up the pathway and opened the door, surprised that it was unlocked. The Dursley's must have been expecting him. Harry had almost made it upstairs to the smallest bedroom in the house, when Vernon acknowledges his presence.

"The boy's home, Petunia," Vernon told his wife. "Well, what are you waiting for, come here!" Vernon snapped to Harry.

Harry slowly made his way across the room, "Yes?"

"The weeds need pulling and-"

"Vernon, he just got home, give it a rest," Petunia cut in.

Harry raised an eyebrow at this discretely. That was so unlike his aunt to consider him like that. He had the strange feeling Dumbledore had something to do with it. Nevertheless, he appreciated it all.

"But Pet-"

"The weeds will still be there for him tomorrow," she answered.

"Fine," Vernon gave in to his wife, "but he's doing it tomorrow."

"Alright," Harry said indifferently, taking this as a cue he could go now. He had more important things to deal with right now. Like the trial and the Prophecy. A bit of yard work may help him get his mind off things anyway. This may be the last time he pulls Number Four Privet Drive's weeds. May as well do it just one last time. A memory of his past after he moved out, assuming Sirius was freed and given custody. Harry still had some worry about the trial, but he wouldn't admit it.

Around five, Remus finally arrived with Harry's things. Harry couldn't have been happier to see him. Just a few hours at Privet Drive, and Harry was already bored out of his mind. He assumed Remus had been with Sirius and Dumbledore, and that's what caused the delay. Not that he minded, except for the fact he was about to go beg his aunt and uncle for some work, because he had nothing else to do.

"Want to stay for tea or something?" Harry asked, desperate for some company.

"Sorry, I can't. I've got a lot to do. You can come down to my place sometime though. Maybe we can arrange a visit in a few days or something?" Remus replied, a bit distractedly.

"Yeah," Harry said, disappointed.

"Brighten up, it'll only be a few days."

"Easy for you to say," Harry mumbled.

"They'll be long days for me too, Harry. You're not the only one awaiting this trial."

"Right… Well, see you around then."

With one last apology and a promise that Harry could come see him sometime, Remus disapparated. He couldn't help but wonder after he left though if something was troubling Harry. If seemed like he was pretty down and out of it. He'd find out another time though.