Anything in italics is a thought.
Any scenes in bold is occurring at a different time (Flashback).
Enjoy!
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A Bit of a Paradox
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If there was one thing Sirius could always count on it was on Moony being responsible. He soon sent messages to Dumbledore and various Order members, while managing to take a still slightly hysterical Molly Weasley to the kitchen for some tea and ordering Ginny to her room. Allowing him enough time to think and ponder their new circumstance.
To think that things were beginning to look up…I am a fool to hope that it would have remained that way. But no time for that, if Voldie Warts is behind this then he certainly would have left a message, and of course it would not be in an obvious place…
Leaning against the wall in thought he realised that he didn't know enough of how and when Ron had gone missing. Sine the previous message had been left at the place of the attack logic would follow that this message would also be in the last place the boy as at.
That is if he isn't simply locking inside a closet somewhere as he sister said.
Knowing that it would take at least 15 minutes before members started arriving he swiftly made his way to his son's room intending to ask a few questions.
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He knocked on the door before entering, and although he had expected the kids to gather together, he hadn't expected the room to be that crowded; Harry, Hermione, Ginny and the twins were all sitting about the room, looking at him intently.
"Have you found him?"
"Is he all right?"
"Is it true that a meeting has been called?"
"Are we allowed to join?"
"Yeah! It's our brother that has gone missing!"
The questions bombarded him as soon as he stepped into the room. A quick wave of his wand silenced all of them, much to the twins annoyance.
"Okay, I'm only one wizard, with two ears and one mouth. I'll be of no use to anyone if you drive me insane with your questions." He said with some humour, "Now, to answer your questions: No, Ronald hasn't been found. Yes, an Order meeting had been called. No, you are not allowed to join as you are not of age yet, and you two would need permission from your mother which I'm quite sure she isn't about to give you."
All the teenagers present scowled at him. Sirius merely smirked in response.
"I have some questions that need answering, but I'm not about to release you from the silencing spell only to have more questions thrown at me, This is serious and no joking matter, the answers to my questions may aid a lot in helping to find your bother, am I clear?"
All heads nodded and he released the spell.
"Great, now, who was the last person to see Ron?"
"We all saw him last at lunch when he remembered that he still hadn't handed in his dirty clothes and left early to do so." Hermione answered.
"Hmm… and no one saw him after that?"
He received a negative answer.
"What about his dirty clothes? Are they still in his room?"
"No, they are in the laundry. We saw them there on top of the basket when we were still looking for him." Harry answered this time.
Frowning in thought he slowly asked his next question, "Has Ron been acting normally for the past few days?"
Confused looks answered him, but before he could explain realisation dawned on Hermione's face.
"Ah! You mean you think he might have been under a spell of some sort?" she asked to which he simply nodded, not wanting to cause them to worry in vain.
"Hmm… no, from what I noticed he had been acting perfectly normal." She continued, turning to the others for more information.
"Nothing strange."
"Perfectly normal"
"Ickle Ronikins has been the same as always" were the answers given.
"I see…" running a hand through his hair, Sirius stood up from his leaning position and turned to leave, "Thanks for your information."
"Wait! Do you mean that we are going to have to sit here and wait for information on what's happening?" One of the twins asked, his anger clearly seen.
Shrugging he answered, "It is not up to me to inform you of any progress we make. You'll have to take that up with your mother."
"But he's our brother!" Ginny yelled.
"I know, but right now there is nothing you can do except wait." With that said he quickly left the room, a sudden thought occurring to him.
Harry said that they found his dirty cloths in the laundry basket, but if someone was going to kidnap him why wait until he had placed his clothes on the basket? It is not as if they cared about leaving a mess…
Suspicion growing within him, Sirius quickly made his way to the laundry, a part of his brain worrying over the defiant looks that the kids had sent him when he told them that there was nothing they could do.
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Remus just looked as people began to pour into the cramped meeting room and made for the seat available.
Molly is still in hysterics, I just hope that Arthur will be able to calm her down.
He hoped that Albus would be able to come even though he probably had others things to deal with because he didn't feel like briefing all these members, some who didn't look overly pleased at being called on such short notice. To his great relief, soon after that thought, Albus Dumbledore soon arrived and made his way towards him.
"Remus"
"Albus" he answered the greeting.
"I hear young Ronald has gone missing"
"I'm afraid so Albus, all of us have searched to no avail and Sirius seems to have the feeling that he isn't to be found within the house." He explained, suddenly feeling slightly foolish for having called a meeting over the disappearance of a boy. The feeling soon vanished at the grave look that Albus sent him.
"I see… them I'm afraid that young Ronald is indeed missing from Grimmauld Place."
Remus watched as Albus, looking as old as his 156 years of age called the meeting to Order and began to explain the sketchy details of what happened. He quietly sat down in a nearby available chair and looked around, noticing that Sirius was no where to be found among the small crowd.
Where the hell is he?
"Are you certain that the boy isn't simply hiding somewhere in the house?" Mad Eye Moody barked out.
"I'm quite sure Alastor, however a simple spell would confirm the fact." Albus answered, and waving his wand in fluid gestures he waited. A few seconds later a red cloud formed in front of him. "As you can see Alastor, young Ronald is not to be found within this house."
His answer seemed to cause a new bought of tears to burst from Molly's eyes. Arthur did his best to comfort her but he also looked grave, as did his son beside him.
"What can we do to find him Albus?" asked Arthur
"How can we be certain that the boy didn't simply run off?" shouted another Order member.
"Why would he be running of for?" Molly all but shouted, her tears temporarily forgotten "He knows that dangers and my son isn't stupid!"
"All I was saying is that he might not be in danger, the wards around here wouldn't have allowed for a breach in security."
Remus winced, sensing that an explosion of temper was about to happen by Molly's enraged face, but before chaos could break out a voice interrupted.
"Ronald Weasley had been kidnapped"
All members turned around and found themselves looking at none other than Sirius Black.
"W-w-what do you mean, kidnapped?" Asked a faint Molly Weasley.
"He didn't simply disappear out of his own accord, he was taken away." Sirius explained, on his face a forlorn expression.
Remus watched his friend intently, trying to discover how he knew, he saw from the corner of his eye Albus Dumbledore doing the same thing.
"Are you sure Sirius?"
"Yes. They left another message." Lifting his hand up, he showed them a torn piece of parchment, the image engraved there causing many to gasp and Molly to shriek before falling in a dead faint.
The Dark Mark stood there for all to see.
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It was a long time before any of them left the meeting room. The Order went over what they already knew, each coming up with a different interpretation of what Ron's kidnapping entailed, and finally moving on to discuss a tentative rescue plan.
I know this is necessary, but the way this is going it'll be Christmas before we do something!
"What do you mean there is nothing we can do?" screeched Molly Weasley, "My son has just been kidnapped by You-Know-Who!"
"Do you know the location of the Dark Lord's hideout? Do you have any idea how many Death Eaters might be there in defense? For all we know this may all be a trap to lure us there!" countered Mad Eye Moody. "We have to proceed with caution!"
"Caution? Caution! My son might already be dead and you are talking about caution!"
"More people than just your son might die if we don't plan carefully."
Looking over at Molly's red face he felt that he understood at least some of her panic and desperation, if it were Harry who had been missing…
I don't think I would even bother with an Order meeting; I would be out there looking for him in a second! This reminds me…they'll want an explanation as soon as we leave the meeting room and I'm quite sure that Molly won't even consider telling them anything…
Apparently Albus, noticing that tension was mounting high had decided to end the meeting for many people were already leaving. Sirius didn't even know if he had issued any orders before call it to an end, so lost was he in his thoughts.
I'll just have to ask Moony.
Getting up, he made his way towards to doorway, noticing that Albus was talking to the Weasley's, probably trying to reassure them in any way possible.
A hand grabbed his arm as soon as he stepped out of the meeting room, "We need to talk."
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Being dragged away to a corner by his best friend as soon as he had left the meeting was not what he had planned on doing, in fact, he had planned on getting himself something to drink before retiring to his room and think over what happened.
"I think you should tell Albus."
"What?"
"You should tell him Padfoot, about the previous message and what he told you at Hogwarts."
Taken aback by what his friend was suggesting, he opened and closed his mouth a few times before he was able to speak, "Are you out of your mind? Didn't you see the suspicious looks some of the members sent me when I told them how I found the message? I bet some of them were thinking that I had some part to play in it all, telling them what happened would only serve as further proof!"
"Then just tell Albus!"
"I'm not going to tell Albus anything!" he hissed out "Not only would that make him forbid me from even offering the little help I have" he couldn't contain the bitterness in his voice as he remembered the Albus orders about his confinement, "it will not change our situation. Voldemort managed to breech our wards and take one of Harry's close friends! How long before he takes him? How long before he attacks again?"
He saw that Remus was about to speak again, no doubt going to counter each of his points, but he didn't give him the opportunity to speak, continuing in his rant, "Telling Albus would mean a very long conversation Remus, it would mean explaining everything, and right now we don't have that time to waste. I'm not even feeling particularly friendly towards Albus at the moment." Seeing the reproving glance his friend was sending him he added, "Look, we know that the chances of Voldemort killing Ron as slim. Keep him captive? Yes. Torture him? Probably, but not kill him, at least not yet, so we have to focus on finding him while there is still time. After…after we have him back and things calm down a bit I'll think about telling Albus, okay?"
Looking his friend over, he noticed that his last phrase had won him over, for he relaxed slightly and nodded.
"Very well Padfoot, but after you are going to tell Albus." Remus said sending a determined glance at him.
"You're no fun Moony. You didn't even give me an option." He mock whined, trying to take their minds out of their current problem, even if for a while.
"I gave you the option to tell him now. You chose to tell him later, therefore you are going to tell him later."
"Yeah, yeah, come; better see what's going on in the kitchen before we have yet another uproar."
"I'm sure you wouldn't want to miss that, now would you Padfoot?" was the sarcastic reply, to which he only smirked in response.
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The kitchen, it seemed, was not suffering an uproar as Sirius has expected but was rather bustling with people and voices. The children had evidently been waiting for the meeting to finish and were now trying to grill all the remaining Order members for information, to no great success much to their chagrin.
Molly appeared to be trying to distract herself by cooking them all an afternoon snack, which all of those present were eating, while most of the adults who were not surrounded by children kept discussing ideas over what they thought ought to be done. Remus and Sirius attempted to sit down without drawing too much attention to them with relative success since most of the children were busy with their interrogation. Molly, however, was quick to notice them and seemed to interpret their arrival as time to dismiss the kids and continue with an unofficial Order meeting.
"Alright, children I think you ought to return to your chores for the day." She announced above all the chatter, followed by various sounds of protest. "None of that now, we adults still have a lot to discuss and we can't afford to have you here."
"But we have a right to know what is being done about Ron!" said George.
"You are too young and are not part of the Order. Now, off you go!"
Sirius, noticing the mutinous glares being given by the children, decided to intervene, "I think they have a right to know what is going on, Molly. After all it is their brother that's involved."
Molly turned to him, her eyes narrowed and her fists clenched, "They are not staying!" she all but yelled.
"Fine then, but Harry can stay."
"Hang on!" interrupted Fred, an indignant expression on his face "why does Harry get to stay? He's not even of age yet!"
"It's not my fault you can't stay, that's your parent's decision." Sirius explained evenly, ignoring his son's delighted cheer, "Harry, on the other hand–"
"It's not up to you to decide what Harry does or does not do!" Molly interrupted sharply, her face taking on a dangerous look, "You haven't forgotten what Dumbledore said at the end of the meeting, I suppose?"
Knowing that he wasn't paying attention at the end of the meeting, but also harbouring a slight idea of what she was talking about, asked with barely restrained patience, "Which bit?"
"The bit about not telling Harry more than he needs to know!"
"Than its all well and good that I don't intend to tell him more than he needs to know, isn't it, Molly?" He stated back, deliberately using the same words against her. A quick glance showed him that Hermione, Harry, Fred, George and Ginny were all watching avidly their argument and that Remus was staring fixedly at him.
"He's not a member of the Order of the Phoenix! He's only fifteen and–"
"And he's dealt with as much as most of those who do belong to the Order, if not more than some!" Sirius interrupted, shooting her a sharp glance at the end of his phrase, his temper wearing thin.
How dare she try and tell me how to raise my son!
"I'm not denying what he's done!" Molly said, her voice rising to a shrill pitch, "But he's still a –"
"Harry is not a child!" Sirius interrupted impatiently, striving to control his actions lest he go for his wand, it would not set a proper example for most of those present.
"But he's not an adult either!" she shouted, "He's not James, Sirius!"
Taken aback by what she said, but using every ounce of his thrice damned pureblood education not to show it, he merely stated, coldly, "I'm perfectly conscious on whom he is, thanks, Molly."
The nerve…! What in Merlin's name prompted her to say that! Of course he is not James! That bi—
"I'm not sure you are! With the way you talk about him, it's as though you think you've got your best friend back!"
"The way I see it Harry is just as good as a friend as James was." He answered calmly, his words perfectly controlled and in even tones. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Remus flinch.
"But he is not his father! No matter how much he may look like him! He is still in school and is barely fifteen years old and the adults responsible for him should do best not to forget it!"
He felt his already clenched hands tighten even further and his teeth grind themselves as he held back on his urge to curse Molly Weasley until she couldn't talk anymore.
"Are you insinuating that I am an irresponsible godfather?" He was glad for his slow tone of voice, which prevented him from making a very dangerous slip should he have allowed his temper to get the better of him. As it was, however, he could feel it seething just underneath his skin.
"I'm just saying that you've been know to act rashly, Sirius, which is why Dumbledore keeps reminding you to stay indoors and –"
"That's enough Molly."
All eyes turned to look at Remus whose sharp voice had interrupted Molly's argument, "Protest as you like, Molly, but the fact remains that it would be far better for them to learn a bit of information from us and to have them running off trying to help and getting themselves into trouble, as is probable. Albus knows that in such as situation it would be folly not to tell them everything."
Seeing that she was about to protest, he further added, "I think that Harry ought to have a say in this since he is old enough to decide for himself."
"I want to know what is being done to help Ron." Harry answered promptly.
"Well" Molly said eventually, breathing deeply and looking around at the other occupants of the table in search for support which did not come, "Well… since I can see that I'm going to be overruled, let me just say this, Dumbledore must had had his reasons for not wanting Harry to know too much, and speaking as someone who's got Harry's best interests at heart –"
"He's not your son" Sirius snapped, the only thing preventing him from doing anything else was Remus's hand on his arm which tightened in warning.
"He's as good as!" she replied fiercely, "Who else has he got?"
"He's got me!" His father you harebrained nimrod! "Furthermore his guardianship also belongs to me!"
"Yes" Molly replied, her lip curling and a cruel glint entering her eye, "The thing is, it's been rather difficult for you to look after him while you've been locked up in Azkaban, hasn't it?"
I'm going to kill her!
Abruptly rising from his chair, sending it slamming onto the floor, he was about to tell Molly Weasley exactly what he thought of that comment when Remus beat him to it.
"You are not the only person here who cares for Harry, Molly, and it would do you good to remember that. Sirius has just as much right as you do, if not more, over Harry and his well being." He said sharply, his voice unnaturally cold. "Sirius, sit down."
"No Remus, I'm not staying." His glare was practically murderous, although his voice was strangely controlled, "I cannot account for my actions if I do so."
Remus sighed, "Aren't you going to tell Harry what's going on?"
Turning to look at his son, his temper receded slightly, "I will, give me just a couple of minutes. You people can set about deciding who can stay and who can't while I'm gone."
With that said he quickly left the room, and Remus, giving everyone there one last glance, soon followed after him.
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Remus found Sirius in the nearest room, smashing everything he could reach into smithereens, cursing and gesturing wildly.
"Sirius –"
"Not now Moony!" he said as he threw another vase against the wall, hearing it break with satisfaction.
Sighing yet again, he settled down behind Sirius' range of shot and massaged his temples with his hand.
Ron's disappearance must have really gotten to Molly, saying all those things…some of them was positively nasty of her. Actually, it is a miracle that Padfoot manages to restrain himself long enough to come here!
A few more curses and broken china latter, Sirius had calmed down enough to turn to him, "what is it?"
"Are you safe to talk to now?"
"Maybe, I won't make any promises."
"I just wanted to remind you that Molly is probably not thinking reasonably right now, with Ron gone."
"Sure, fine! Whatever! She's just lucky I didn't hex her in front of everyone for what she said! The nerve of that woman! Calling me an irresponsible father! Practically blaming me for getting landed into Azkaban! She–" Sirius began pacing as his rant progressed.
"I know Padfoot, I was there remember?"
Deflating and plopping himself down onto the couch, Sirius simply said, "I think I'm going back there and hex her."
"No you are not," He said seriously, before adding with a playful smirk, "at least not in front of the children"
Sirius laughed, "Deal!" standing up, his anger apparently gone he continued, "Well, lets go back then."
Standing up and following his friend, he knew that even know he appeared calmer Sirius had only vented half his anger and that the rest would remain until he managed to get some semblance of a payback.
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Once returning to the kitchen they both noticed that the only person not present was Ginny, evidently the twins, Ron and Hermione had managed to convince the remaining adults to remain there and listen to what Sirius was going to say.
Sitting down without looking at Molly, Sirius turned to his son and said, "Before I tell you and your friends anything, I need you all to promise me that you won't be going off to try and help your friend. No matter what grand ideas or thoughts you conceive, you are not to leave this house, am I clear? You'd only be causing more trouble for us and endangering yourself." Looking at each child present sternly, he then added, "If you have any proposal on what can be done to help bring them to us and we shall see what can de done about it. Now, do I have your word?"
They all shared a look between themselves before saying variations of: "I promise", "We won't do anything," and "You have my word."
"Good, now that that's out of the way what I can tell you are these: Ron is not at Grimmauld Place anymore and we have evidence that suggests that he was kidnapped."
"Kidnapped?" Hermione repeated in a small voice
"But… how?" Harry asked
"We still do not know that, although a quick scan showed us that the wards have not been breached. However, even though he was kidnapped, we also think that his life is in no immediate danger as it would serve his kidnappers no purpose in killing him off so soon." Remus said, picking on where Sirius had left off.
"Who kidnapped him?" his son asked again, after a moment of silence.
He and Remus exchanged quick glances to determine if he should answer that question, but in the end he figured that they would probably reach that conclusion with or without his help.
"We think Death Eaters took him."
More than one face paled as he said that.
"What? But what would Voldemort want with Ron? Why would he take him if –"
"That's enough! All of you, back to your rooms and chores! Say any more and you might as well induct them all into the Order!" Molly interrupted, her face pale and her hands trembling.
"I wouldn't mind! I want to help!" Harry quickly stated, looking at his father.
Sirius shook his head at that, "Not this time, kiddo. The Order is only composed of overage wizards who have left school" he added seeing the twins opening their mouths to argue.
"You must understand Harry, that there are dangers involved in this of which you can have no idea, any of you. Now, I agree with Molly and think we've said enough to satisfy your curiosity, off you go" Remus said, motioning them away with a wave of his hand.
The children, recognizing defeat stood up and followed Molly Weasley out of the kitchen and back to their rooms.
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He was moping around, he knew, but he couldn't help it!
Honestly, what do they think I'm supposed to do when my best friend's gone missing? Throw a party?
Throwing the item he was cleaning away he sat down on his bed, going over all that they had been told and trying to think of something, anything, that might help them in finding Ron.
He was so distracted that he barely heard the door to his room open and someone enter. He did feel, however, the arms that enveloped him in a warm and comforting hug.
"Dad –" he began but found that his throat was clogged up with emotion, preventing him from continuing.
"Shh, son…" His father's soothing voice washed over him and he felt him rub small circles on his back, helping him relax, "I know you are worried but you have to trust us, we are doing everything we can to save Ron."
"I know! I know that but… what if it's too late? What is he is already dead? Dad… Ron was the first friend I ever had… he can't— I can't…" but the tears that he had been repressing all this time were finally escaping and sobs started to wreck his body.
"Oh Harry…" He felt his Dad hug him tighter and shift their positions so that he was practically sitting in his father's lap with his arms around him. Were this any other occasion he would probably be embarrassed at his position, for he was not a child, but right then, Harry felt that he couldn't care less. He was afraid and worried and he never had someone comfort him like this before when he needed. He never had someone to turn to when in despair, so he wasn't going to complain.
Some part of his brain knew that his father was speaking, telling him things that he probably would never remember, but just hearing his calm and reassuring voice was enough to help him. Soon enough his tears were drying out and he felt well enough to sit up. He noted that, somehow, his hands had ended up clenching his dad's robes.
"This is all my fault… it is my fault Ron got kidnapped –"
"No Harry, it isn't. This is not your fault. If it is anybody's fault it is Voldemort's."
"But –" Before he could launch into all the reasons he had he felt his father's gentile fingers shushing him.
"Ah, no buts, kiddo, and think of it this way: if old Voldemort never existed we would never be in this situation in the first place, so there would be no reason and no risk of Ron being kidnapped."
If Harry was to be honest to himself he had to admit that his father's calm and firm words worked better than any amount of shouting and arguing ever did. While he would probably still feel guilty until Ron was found he had to admit that he was feeling better.
I guess… this is what it really is like to have a Dad.
Nodding in agreement, he simply hugged his Dad, wanting to remain within his protective embrace until all this was over.
"I love you son."
"Love you too, Dad."
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The rest of the day passed out without much event, Harry noted, except for the subtle tension all around the house. Some minutes after his father had left Hermione aarrived and they simply decided to stay in his room, talking, rather than continue with their chores. She told him that Ginny had gone back to her chores deciding that the distraction they provided was better than to sit around doing nothing. The twins had dissapeared as soon as their mum had returned to the kitchen.
As he thought about everything they ahd been told, he couldn't say that he was exactly satisfied with the information, but he was very pleased with the way his father had defended him and argued in order to be able to tell him the little he did.
Although, knowing Dad he probably would have told me it anyway with or without their approval and I didn't even remember to thank him earlier...
He smiled at that thought, a warm feeling spreading through his limbs at the thought of his newly found father, but that was soon replaced by the feeling of dread as he thought of Ron.
They didn't want to tell me why Voldemort would want to kidnap Ron, but it is obvious that is was to affect me, to show me that no matter what he is still going to kill… starting off with those that mean the most to me!
Anger, familiar anger, started to rise within him to such an extent that he didn't even notice when his scar began to ache.
As if Cedric's death wasn't enough! Now that bastard dared go after Ron! What… what if Hermione is next? Or Ginny or, or anyone else? …What…
Fear as he never knew it seemed to grip him, out shadowing his anger
… What if he captures my dad! He can't! I won't let him, not now that I finally found him! I—
But his thoughts were interrupted as his spiking hot pain suddenly poured out of his scar, causing him to cry out and fall to the floor. Vaguely he heard Hermione rushing towards him and talking but he couldn't make out what she said. The pain seemed to spread all over his body and then he wasn't at Grimmaul Place anymore, he saw lights fly by him, followed by landscapes; over some woods and bare fields, past a small town to finally reach a lone wooden house. In he went, past the living room and down some stairs and into a large room.
His view point shifted and he was then seated somewhere and Harry felt pure evil and glee fill him as he saw the body in front of him convulse and twitch in pain at his curse.
"Had enough already Missster Weassley?" A voice, not his own, escaped his mouth as he lifted the curse on the body, watching serenely as the boy tried in vain to get up.
"Y—you ba-bastard!" the boy's weak and raspy voice answered.
He let out a cruel laugh, "Crucio" and the body once again began to spasm in from of him, his screams filling the air. However he soon lifted the curse, after all he didn't want his prize permanently damaged, not when it brought fourth so much amusement to him.
"Wormtail, take him away. Make sssure he sssurvivesss the night. After all, I ssstill have many plansss for our young visssitor."
"Harry!"
The voice broke through his vision, bringing him back to Grimmaul Place, his body covered in sweat and his breathing raggerd.
"Harry! Are you all right? Can you sit up? I'm going to get someone to help!"
"No!" He croaked, his voice hoarse, "Don't go"
"But Harry, you just had a vision and-and you were convulsing" Hermione explained in panicked voice.
"No, I'm fine. Just give me a few minutes." He said, trying to calm his racing heat and even out his breathing. Soon enough he felt better and turned to his pale looking friend, "I…I saw Voldemort."
Hermione flinched.
"He has Ron and he-he was torturing him" his voice broke as he remembered the state of his friend's body, "I don't know what he has planned for him, but he doesn't want Ron to die…Hermione, I can't sit here while I know Ron is being tortured! I'm going after him!"
"But Harry, we promised not to do anything! What will they say, what will your father say when he find out! We don't even know where he is."
"I do"
"What?"
"I know where he is and how to get there, I saw it…in my vision, I think I can get there on my own." He explained
"Then tell the Order! They'll go rescue Ron!"
"Didn't you see the argument downstairs? The way they are it might take hours before they do anything! I can't sit here while they discuss and talk it all over Hermione! It may be too late before by then!"
"What about Sirius then? Don't you think you should tell him?"
"He wouldn't let us go…I guess I'll just leave him a note explaining everything…"
He stood up then and started to collect things around his room.
"Harry, I can't let you do this."
"Are you going to tell on me Hermione?" He turned to look at her, she held his gaze as she answered him, "No… but I'm not going to let you go after him alone. He's my friend too you know."
"Hermione…this is going to be dangerous, I ca–"
"All the more reason for me to go with you then, you can't expect to save Ron all by yourself!"
He smiled, "Okay then, get my broom, invisibility cloak and a map if you can, while I write a quick note to Dad."
As he signed his note he couldn't help but feel guilty at what he was about to do, his Dad had trusted him with the information and he had given his word that he wouldn't do anything rash but…
But I can't just sit here! I hope you understand Dad…Ron was the first friend I ever made; I have to go help him… I would do the same thing for you…
Leaving the note next to his bed in clear view he saw that Hermione was ready with all the things he had asked for and more. She handed him his cloak, scarf and some gloves.
"Thanks."
"If we are going to fly it would do us no use to freeze half way there would it?"
He smiled and nodded, double checking to make sure they had everything both of them proceeded down the stairs, stopping in a corner to listen and see if there was anyone about. Fortunately no one seemed to be guarding the entrance door and they quickly made their silent escape, as Harry closed the door he whispered,
"Sorry Dad."
Then he was gone, together with Hermione after his friend.
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Again, I disclaim any similarities between this chapter and Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix chapter where Sirius and Molly argue. I did take that scene and modified it slightly to fit my story since it fit so well (it is also a very interesting scene! I remember reading it and trying to imagine what Sirius would be thinking at all that she said to him) I'm glad to say that I should not be adding anymore scenes from the actual books from now on.
Next chapter is filled with some action! Let's see how much trouble our beloved characters can get themselves into. And now onto the behind the scenes shot!
[But his thoughts were interrupted as his spiking hot pain suddenly poured out of his scar, causing him to cry out and fall to the floor. Vaguely he heard Hermione rushing towards him and talking but he couldn't make out what she said. The pain seemed to spread all over his body and then he wasn't at Grimmaul Place anymore, he saw lights fly by him, followed by landscapes; over some woods and bare fields, past a small town to finally reach a lone wooden house. In he went, past the living room and down some stairs and into a large room.
His view point shifted and he was then seated somewhere and Harry felt pure evil and glee fill him as he saw the body in front of him convulse and twitch in pain at his curse.
"Hey!" Said Sirius, and Harry took some time to realize he was not italicized anymore. "It's syntonising ! Quick!"
The whole Order sat in front of Harry. "Careful, now!" Said Mad-Eye, approaching and clicking Harry's nose. His vision suddenly shifted and he has seing a soap-opera. When Moody clicked again, a cartoon came in sight. Then a romantic comedy.
"It's channel 18, Mad-Eye!" Tonks pointed out, sitting next to Remus. And suddenly Harry began to see a Quiddich match. "There! Now, tell us!"
"Well—Ohlsen passed to—"
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" Shouted Hell's Angel from off-set. "He's my main character, not a TV!"
"He can be both." Remus said laconically. "Now be quiet, it's the final between Cudley Cannons and Puddlemere United."
"No he ca—What?" Hell's said down in front of Harry, who kept on narrating. "Who's winning?"
Until next time,
Hells Angel & Heaven's Demon