Disclaimer: I am not JKR nor do own any of her works, I am just someone whom loves to take a wand and stir in her magical world a bit. I do this merely for my own pleasure and that of the readers, not for money.

Author's Notes: Time for another chapter and time to take a step back in time as well, the next few chapters will pretty much be a flashback of what made Harry do the things he did so far. There is a lot more to come and to be revealed so I hope you enjoy reading my story as it unfolds. Reviews are as always appreciated.

PADDING INTO BLACK FOOTSTEPS
chapter seven: a sirious note

A few weeks earlier…

It had only been a few hours since Harry had gotten back with the Dursleys and in his opinion it had been a few hours too many already. None of them seemed to care one bit about the fact that he had just lost his godfather, the one relative he had left whom had cared about him. They knew though, Vernon hadn't hesitated to rub it in a few times while he forced the boy to do his chores, according to him it was a perfect example how they had felt just because Harry hadn't been there to take care of the daily jobs around the house. Harry though had only done the chores to keep himself from cursing the crap out of his relatives, as even dealing with the Minister of Magic was sounding quite tempting.

Chores done Harry didn't hesitate to head quickly to his room, or rather Dudley's old room, something he was reminded of as well seeing that his 'beloved' nephew had seemingly discarded all his trash into Harry's room in order to keep his own room clean. Groaning Harry had made his way towards his bed, where he pushed some of the bags simply onto the floor just so he could let himself fall on the bed.

"BOY! There is still some trash upstairs, make sure you have taken it out by dinner. It's the least thing you can do for having me pick you up from the station and putting me close to those freakish friends of yours..."

"Yes, Uncle..."

Harry groaned as a reply, not even feeling like defending his friends like usual. After all it wasn't like they had shown much of that friendship ever since the whole thing went down in the Ministry of Magic. It wasn't like he had forced them to come along but everyone was seemingly blaming him for what happened, to make matters worse they had even kept him from visiting them in the hospital ward.

The next hour or so he spend laying there on the bed and staring at the ceiling, though the silence he was enjoying was once again broken as his uncle's voice roared through the house.

"BOY! Hurry up and get this darned bird out of the hallway!"

Vernon didn't add extra threats of taking care of the owl on his own, seeing that Hedwig didn't allow those chubby fingers to touch her cage, much to the amusement of Harry. However seeing he didn't have the peace and quietness here that the astronomy tower had given him the past few days, there was not much choice for him to get moving again. But before he could move Hedwig up to his room he had no choice either in having to clean out the room first, and thus he began with carrying those bags and boxes out to the street.

Once there was enough space Harry had moved Hedwig's cage as well as his trunk upstairs, but seeing he was busy now he decided that he'd better get the remaining garbage bags out of his room as well. After numerous amounts of trips up and down the stairs he finally lifted the last two bags, though instead of a relieved sigh there was an annoyed groan as it seemed that one of the bags was torn and something fell out of it.

So he made sure to hold the bag extra tightly as he carried it downstairs, the last thing Harry wanted was leaving a trail of trash and get another beating of his uncle for making a mess. Fortunately such a fate was saved for him as he reached the pile of junk at the end of the driveway without making a bigger mess. Though that wasn't too surprising seeing a check up on the bag revealed that there was no tear in it at all.

Carrying himself back up the stairs Harry made his way back to his room, where he slowly reached over to pick up the ball of paper, which had fallen there earlier, from the floor. Harry was about to throw it casually into his bin as he suddenly felt the paper move in his hand. Curiously he turned his attention to it, watching how it slowly began to unfold himself until Harry was left with an old looking envelope. Carefully opening it he found a blank piece of paper, which he studied for a moment but neither the envelope nor the paper had seemingly any markings on it.

"Ow!"

In his studying Harry managed to cut himself on the paper, though he was soon to find out that there was much more to that than a simple accident, even more so as he suddenly watched how letters began to appear on the piece of parchment.

Hello Pup,

I'm sorry for the cut Harry, but I had to make sure no one else could read this note, as you getting this note means something has happened to me .All I can tell you right now is that I need you to trust me, Harry, and seek out the help of Dobby and Kreacher.

Padfoot

Harry read the small note in surprise, before reading it a few more times again until the letters on it began to fade away. It didn't keep him though from holding onto it and a stray tear to roll down his cheek. He missed Sirius a lot and the note was another reminder of him being gone, yet it told Harry as well that somehow his godfather had predicted something was going to happen and he wanted to know how. The only thing that didn't make sense was why he needed Kreacher, as the last time they met the house elf hadn't been particularly fond of Harry.

It surely left the boy to wonder what was going on and after spending some time trying to figure it out on his own, he knew that the only way to get answers was to trust Sirius. That of course wasn't a tough decisions seeing his godfather was the only one he really trusted at the moment, except for maybe Dumbledore, though the latter had been ignoring him ever since he had gone to the Ministry with his 'friends'. So Harry did the only thing he logically could do…

"Dobby!"