A/N: It's coming along...slowly but surely...it will get finished - just not sure when. Hope you're enjoying it!
May 3rd, 1998 2:15AM
Harry sat down at the kitchen table and put his head in his hands. He wasn't sure what he was going to do. No doubt people were already looking for him – for his body. He realized with a sudden shock that someone might come to Grimmauld Place and find him. Not that was sure he didn't want to be found, but he knew he needed some time alone to…process.
"Kreacher!" Harry called out.
"Master Harry is needing something from Kreacher?" the elf bowed slightly as he appeared.
"Sna-Master Snape," Harry corrected. "Did he tell you where he was going?"
Kreacher looked up smugly from beneath his long elf-lashes.
Harry loathed giving direct orders, but he was on the losing end of a timing battle. "Kreacher, tell me where Snape went."
"Master Snape did not tell me where he went," Kreacher straightened up.
Harry could see the elf was being truthful. He felt more disappointment than he thought he should. "But you know something," Harry hedged. The elf's eyes gave it away. "I want to know where he is," Harry said with emphasis.
The elf drew a small scrap of paper out of his tea-towel pocket and handed it over to Harry.
"Thank you, Kreacher," Harry said as he took the offered bit. He opened it read what was on it. Quickly folding the paper back up and hastily stuffing it in his pocket, he ran upstairs to pack an overnight kit, although it was slightly fuller than one with just the basics, as Harry had no idea how long it would be before he'd be back to Grimmauld Place. Once he had everything he thought he needed for the foreseeable future, he pulled the note from his pocket and stared at it one more time before he Disapparated.
The sword
Harry sucked in a deep breath after the sensation of Apparition wore off. He spun around to face the pond where he'd found Gryffindor's sword not 3 weeks ago.
Nothing.
"Revelio," Harry whispered into the dimly lit woods. A notebook shimmered into view at his feet just at the edge of the pond. He picked it up and flipped it open. There was only one page, with a set of coordinates on it. Harry clapped the book shut and spun again into darkness.