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6.2 Going Back to 12, Grimmauld Place

-{6.2.1}-

Harry's days at four, Privet Drive was still as miserable and execrable as ever, but for the last weeks, his nights wasn't as bad. The reason was, as strange as it looked like, Dudley. Spending the night doing homework sure was an efficient way to kill his night, but discussing with Dudley about magic was a lot less boring, whatever Hermione might thought. Harry had finally, following Dudley's advice, sent a response to the numerous letters from Hermione. It probably wasn't his longest nor the letter his friend was waiting, but he thought that "When I feel ready to talk I will talk to you", was a lot better than "Shut up, Will talk when want", the first anwer he had written. Dudley had scraped that one, and send Harry back to work a better one. Harry continued to receive a letter per day from Hermione, all taking the good old road to the corner of his room, but at least, he have been able to remove the 'minimum' word of the last sentence.

Harry was just beginning to eat his breakfast when he saw an owl landing in his room, a letter on his leg. He took the missive, watched the bird taking flight, then get the letter out out of the envelope. He recognised instantly the messy handwriting of Ron and begun to read the message.

Hey Harry!

Did you heard the latest news? Chudley Cannons almost won a game! Unfortunately, the referee(I'm sure he was corrupt), refused a goal in the last minute of the game that would have tied the game! Damn referee!

At that point in his reading, there was a huge stroke crossing the letter, and the handwriting changed.

Hi Harry, it's Ginny

I just wanted to tell you that everybody here(all the family, even Ron),are missing you and we are all eager to see you again soon. Sorry for the stroke, I kindof have taken the letter straight from Ron when he was still writing.(He wouldn't have given it to me otherwise).

Another stroke, the handwriting going back to the messy one of Ron.

Sorry, my little baby sister stole my letter. Well, I should tell you right now(before Ginny take my news away) that tonight, 22h, you will get some company to bring you you-know-where. Send Hedwidg to the Burrow, you will be able to come get her tomorrow. There seem to be some formalities with you-know-where. Don't worry, even if you're alone tonight, tomorrow I will be there. Allright Ginny, we will be there.

See ya tomorrow!

Ron

"I guess I have to tell the good news to the Dursley" he thought aloud. He went downstairs, avoiding the creaky steps out of habit, then went straight to the living room, where the Dursley were watching the television.

"Vernon, some members of the order will come get me tonight at ten o'clock, I'm leaving for the rest of the summer" he simply told them.

"Are they thinking of destroying my living room again or will they act like civilized people this time, if only it's possible for you lot". Vernon replied, with a face that would without a doubt make Snape envious.

"They will come by the front door, at nighttime so that no neighbours will se anything, and we will leave as fast as possible. Do you have any others questions?"

"No, go get yourself ready. You won't have to do any chores today so make sure you're ready when they arrived. That way, they won't stay longer then necessary. And don't forget anything! Don't think we will send you anything you forget or that you will be welcome to come again this summer, even for just a minute to get some stuff!"

"Yes Uncle Vernon, don't worry" said Harry while going back to his room. He immediately started packing the totality of his possession in his trunk. He hesitate a moment when he saw Hermione's letters, but in the end, he decided to dump them all in his trunk. At the end of the afternoon, he was done. There was something depressing about knowing that the totality of your possession could fit inside a trunk, extension charm or not.

He was about to go downstairs to get something to eat when he heard someone knocking at his door.

"Come in Dudley" he said, knowing full well that his aunt wouldn't have knocked, even less his uncle. They would have simply barged in, his uncle while slamming the door.

"Take this Harry, I told my father that your 'protectors' wouldn't be happy if you were leaving hungry" his cousin told him, holding out a plate full of food.

"Thanks Dudley" Harry said, taking the much needed supper.

"Hey Harry, if I let the window of my room for the first night of each month, or at least make sure the owls can get in, could you send me news, told me if you finally saw some vampire." He finished, with a smile on the corner of his lips.

"No problems, but honestly, I don't thing I really want to see any vampires, I got enough problems with a dark lord." Truthfully, Harry was really beginning to like having someone to talk to at Privet Drive. It was a way for him to say he was appreciating Dudley's company.

"I'm quite happy to see you brought those letters with you. I think she really care about you that girl, whatever you say. Well, we're going in town, so we won't have to see 'your freaky kind' as said my dad. I love him but sometimes… anyway, don't forget to send me some news, goodbye!"

"I won't forget, see ya Dudley" answered Harry, watching his cousin closed the door.

When his meal was over, he went dumpstair where he let his trunk near the front door, then went to the kitchen where he washed the dishes out of habit, before going to the living room to watch tv. He watched some brain washing variety show, competing over the title of the dumbest one. He then switched to another network, where he watched the end of a movie, and since it was now close to ten o'clock, he switched off the television then went to the entrance hall to wait for his bodyguards. A few minutes later, a knock on the door was heard.

-{6.2.2}-

Harry opened the door and saw Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody, Bill Weasley, Remus, a wizard he didn't recognised, Tonk, and a big black dog named Padfoot behind them. Harry took another look, but there was nothing behind them. Just an hallucination, Sirius wasn't there, Padfoot was dead. He tried to hide his disappointment, but his look was not lost to at least one of the wizards in front of them.

"What? You were waiting for someone else? We're not good enough for you? I know! You were hoping for a beautiful brunette?" said the unknown order's member, smiling. He was the only one.

"Shut up Diputs! We're not here for your stupid joke. Potter, you've got your trunk? All set? Good! We can leave. Put on your invisibility cloack and get on your broom!" said Mad-Eye dryly, as always. But Tonk, Bill and Remus too didn't look eager to spend more time in the Dursley's house. Harry hurried up to find his cloack in his trunk, took the broom Moody was holding out and got in the air. The six wizard started the difficult journey that would lead them to Number twelve, Grimmauld Place.

The trip was long and boring, but that let Harry observe the damage that Sirius's death caused on Tonk and Remus. Tonk seem less happy and carefree that the last time he had seen her. Remus was way worse. He was looking so miserable that Harry thought for a second that it was because of his furry problem. But the full moon was two weeks ago, plenty of time for Remus to get back on his feet. But it wasn't to be. If Tonk looked less happy, Remus was simply dejected.

"Turn, 27°" everybody followed Alastor's order, without saying even a word.

An hour later, Mad-Eye announced the beginning of the descent and, after having flown over the street three time, everybody landed between the eleven and the thirteen, Grimmauld Place. Harry looked at the Black residence and let out a sigh, he didn't want to think about what was waiting for him inside the house, so he begun walking to the house, when he became aware that everbody else had stay behind. He looked at them with curious eyes.

"Is there a problem?"

"You see the house Potter?" asked Moody.

"Sure, you shown it to me last year, you remember?"

"I remember it pretty well, Potter! If you can see it, it's because you must be the new owner! Every charm, including the Fidelius charm, had been transferred to you. Now move your smart-ass over here, take a quill and a parchment and hurry up so we can get in! We're sitting target here! A deatheather could see us and discover the location of our still hidden headquarter!"

Harry searched in his bag, got a quill and a piece of parchment, wrote the adress of his deceased godfather's house, and shown it to every order's members. Harry let out another sigh, and turning toward the house, went to the house, followed by every of his bodyguards this time. He opened the door, and entered the noble and ancient house of Sirius.

-{6.2.3}-

Harry entered the house and the first thing he saw was the house-elf partly responsible for the death of his godfather. In Harry's mind, Kreacher took a part of the blame, but the survivor was still taking the biggest chunk of the blame for the death of his godfather. But, it was easier and a lot more satisfying to kill the house-elf partly responsible then doing the same thing to himself.

"Kreacher! YOU DIRTY CREATURE! COME HERE SO I CAN SKIN YOU ALIVE!" Harry begun to scream before trying to jump on it. Trying, 'cause Remus and Moody had anticipated Harry's reaction and were holding him tightly, stopping him from putting his threats in action, but the one-who-lived could still scream.

"LET ME GO! I WILL SHOW YOU WHAT YOU LOOK LIKE INSIDE! I'LL HUNG YOU! LET ME GO!"

"Calm down Harry, it's not the time for revenge!" Remus was trying to calm him, but in vain.

"YOU UGLY MONSTER! TRAITOR! DUMBASS! SON OF A MALFOY!" Harry was abruptly cut in his monolog by Bill, who stunned him. He did the same to the old house-elf.

"Good idea Bill, I forgot Kreacher, but even if I want to put Harry's menaces in actions, I don't think it's either the time nor the moment" said Remus with a scowl, "Diputs, take care of the elf, bring it to Dumbledore, he will surely know what to do with it, before Harry reclaim it."

"No problem Lupin." Answered Diputs, taking the stunned elf and then leaving Grimmauld place, apparating to Hogsmeade.

"Petrificus Totalus", "Ennervate"

"Well Harry, you will now calm down and listen to me. Sirius hated Kreacher and that elf gave his master a miserable life, not by choice, but because he existed. Kreacher was for Sirius a reminder of every painful moment he had lived here, and Sirius was for the house-elf a traitor to his family, a threat for his Black master. Yes, Kreacher played a part in Sirius Death, but do I have to remind you that he's not the only one responsible."

Remus eyes never left Harry while talking. Once he was done, he let Harry behind without a second look and left the house, apparating away. Harry couldn't have felt more miserable then he was at that exact moment. It was already painful to feel guilty, but now he knew that Remus was considerating him responsible for the death of his best friend.

"I'll let you here to think until the spell fail, take this time to think about the consequence that could've happen if you had put your threats in actions. We will be in the kitchen" said Bill before leaving.

Harry tried to think about everything that could've happened, but he wasn't able to focus on anything else than what Lupin had told him. It wasn't just the old house-elf fault, his godfather death was, for a large part, Harry's own fault. Thirty minutes later, Harry went to the kitchen, looking pretty bad.

"So Harry, what would be the consequences?" asked him Moody as soon as he put a foot on the kitchen's floor.

"I don't know, but I'm pretty sure of what would happen if Remus was as indulgent with me then I was with the house-elf. I'm going to Siri… my room."

Tonk, Bill and Mad-Eye watched him left, before starting to talk.

"I think Remus was a little rough on him. The poor guy don't look like it will take much more to break him"

"I know you're right Bill, but it was really hard on him to lose what was a lot more than a brother to him. But I know Remus pretty well, when he will be calmed down he will be able to forgive Harry for the small part he played in Sirius's death. And then he will feel guilty about what he said to James's son. But there's someone he will never forgive. Bellatrix."

"And you Tonk, did you forgave Harry already?" Bill asked her.

"Not totally. Sirius was the only cousin I cared about. But I know I'm closer to forgiveness then Remus his. Well, I got to go, auror's duty tomorrow, see ya" she ended her sentence with a yawn, before leaving to her home.

"Well Alastor, it look like we're the ones with the guard duty tonight!"

"Pfff, it really look like that. Well, you take the first watch, have fun looking at the numerous wards aroud here, I'm going to sleep, wake me at six o'clock tomorrow morning for my watch. Oh, When I wake up I want a dark coffee, two sugars, ready on the table" and before Bill could say anything, Moody had left to sleep in one of the room. Knowing it was a real bad idea to woke Alastor before the beginning of his watch, he made himself a lot of coffee, for what looked like a pretty long awoken night.

-{6.2.4}-

Bill had finished looking at the various ward of the house at last two hours ago when suddenly Harry walked in the kitchen. The cursebreak looked at the clock, it told him it was 2h37, then he turned to face Harry.

"What the heck are you doing up at this late hour? Don't tell me I'm not asleep, it's my watch duty… but you, you should be in your bed"

"I woke up and I wasn't able to go back to sleep. You sound like you could use some sleep, go for it, I will take the guard duty"

"Yeah, riiiiiight. I'm here to look after you, to guard you, and I'll go to sleep when I left you all alone protecting yourself? Come on Harry, I know you're not bad in defence and all, but do you really believe my mother would let me live if she learned about that?"

"You're probably right. Why don't you wake up Moody? He's still here isn't he?"

"I won't wake him up, I still have way too many years to live to die in such a stupid way, but if you want to see Death up-close, go for it"

"I think I've seen Death close enough lately thank you… I'm going back to my room"

"Harry, I didn't want to say that, I know that…" But the words had already been said, they had already hit the survivor right in the heart, so he went to his room without looking behind.

"Damn! I think I could give lesson to little Ron in how to put your foot in your mouth. That was one of the worst thing I could have said to him…"

-{6.2.5}-

It was eight o'clock when the one-who-lived finally got out of his room. He had completed his defence against the dark arts homework during the night and he had already begun to miss Dudley's company. His only spark of hope that he would see the Weasley during the day. He came into the kitchen and greated without any enthusiasm Alastor, who had a black coffee two sugar on the table in front of him. He was the only other person awake in the house with Harry.

"Good morning professor"

"I'm not, and I've never been your teacher. Drop the title"

"Alright"

"I think it's time to go get the Weasley, Potter" he said, finishing his cup of coffee in one final gulp. "Damn, that Bill make really good coffee, I think I'll always ask to take my watch right after his now. Anyway, we have a pretty busy day ahead of us. Better start it as soon as possible!"

" Busy?"

"Yeah Potter, busy. Ah, yeah, I forgot, you don't know yet. Well, I'm sorry to be the one to announced it, but today, after lunch, it's the reading of the will of your godfather"

Harry felt like a bludger hat just hit him in the stomach. He felt it's weight in his belly. The reading of the will of Sirius was just a few hours away. Another proof that his godfather wasn't simply waiting for him on the other side of the thin veil, was just scheduled after dinner.

"Believe me, I know how hard it is my boy. But there's nothing better then going wake up the Weasley at the Borrow. We will take some floo-powder to travel, and a bucket full of freezing water to wake them"

To Harry, as tempting as it was to go wake up Ron with the traditionnal bucket of ice-cold water, travelling using the floo network with the weigh of a canonball in the stomach doesn't seem like a good idea, at all. It was such a bad idea that Harry didn't even realised that Moody had used a pretty strange concept for him… humour.

Being helped by the old auror, not to say Alastor was literally dragging him, Harry went to the fireplace. He then took a some floo powder from the the jar that Moody was holding out to him, not to say Mad-Eye put a handful of it in Harry's right hand, then the survivor jumped in the fireplace, not to say Moody pushed him inside, then the one-who-lived, holding his arms close to his body, yelled as clearly as possible

"THE BURROW!"

-{6.2.6}-

Harry once again proved that his favorites magical mean to travel was the broomstick by falling over in the middle of the Burrow's living room. He was even able to polish a part of the floor with his left cheek.

"Harry" Molly said coming in the living room, worried about him. She helped him going up and about and gave him a trademarked Molly-hug©, before the Weasley matriarch helped him removed the dust from his shirt.

"Hello miss Weasley, how are you today?"

"I'm allright, and you my dear Harry?"

"Pretty good" answered Harry, which made Alastor's only eyebrow rise.

"Ron is in his room right now, you can go wake him if you want, rather if you are able to. You can go wake Ginny too on your way if you want"

Harry went upstairs to Ron's chamber, opened it without making a sound, then thought about his options. Weighting them, he end up taking a sock on the floor, he had a lot of choice knowing that Ron's laundry basket was his room's floor. He took one who seem pretty used, who smelled bad but he wasn't in an advanced state of decay as some of the others, then he took it and throwed it, with a large movement, right on Ron's face. It didn't take long for Ron to react right like the survivor had anticipated. The visage of his friend began to twitch, then after a few second he took a long breath then immediately his eyes opened, then he sit up on his bed yelling

"What is going on?" then, looking at his dirty sock with disgust, he rised his eyes and saw his best mate, the responsible of his brutal awakening.

"Harry! You almost killed me! You know there's better way of waking up a friend? Slower and well, a way that won't came close to give me a heart attack!"

"Let's go Ron, get up, I'll wait for you downstairs. And for the way a woke you, that was the most efficient one. I had to go wake up Ginny too, with your yell, it's already done" Indeed, they were able to hear Ginny's grumbling at Harry's methodology used to wake them.

Harry went back to the ground floor and started to eat the breakfast prepared for him by Molly. Bill was already in the dining room, having decided that his Burrow's bed was a lot more confortable then Grimmauld place's couch. He was talking to his mother before going to a well-earned sleep, if only for a few hours. A few minutes after Harry came into the kitchen, Ginny appeared at the bottom of the stairs.

"And to whom do I get the honor of being woken so early?" asked Ginny, a little angry, but her sentence lost angryness and vigourness when she saw who was responsible.

"Harry! How are you?"

"Good and you" at this, one of Bill's eyebrow got up so quickly of incredulity that it was almost as it was thrown away from his face. Only Molly noticed it, and frowned at her son.

"Yes, it's going really well, I'm so glad you're here, you're gonna stay isn't it" Ginny, on her part, continued her joyful conversation, even if she knew that Harry wasn't going as well as he was claiming.

"I don't know, I'll see to that during today" Harry's voices was losing power as he went along his sentences and at the end, his voices was only a murmur. He didn't know if he was going back to Grimmauld place, his late godfather's house,but he guessed that for security's concern after the will's reading. He was saved from explaining everything to Ginny who was about to ask why, by Ron who came into the kitchen.

"You don't have any idea how cruel what you did to me this morning is" Ron said first thing.

"What have Harry done to you Ron?" Molly asked, worried for her youngest son. Harry, knowing he would be better then a half-asleep and grumpy Ron to explain, described his methodology, including how to choose the best sock for the job.

"Allright! Now I will know how to wake you up Ron!" Molly stated, quite happy and relieved that Harry's cruelty just gave her a new mean of waking the ever sleeping Ron. Or to make him tidy up his room if he ever grew bored of waking up with a sock on his face.

The morning was relax, made of chess game and exploding snap. Before Harry had time to lose for the fourth time, Molly came to told them to get ready.

"Let's go everybody, it's time to go to Diagon Alley. It will be by floo powder. Sorry Harry, we got nothing better then that for now" Harry had the feeling that this time would be worst then the last one, the cannonball he seem to drag since the beginning of the day just seem to have gotten twice bigger in the last few seconds.

"Hurry up, faster, we're gonna be late, go, faster, faster!" Molly was hurrying them.

Harry was the first to leave.

"Diagon Alley!"

And Harry, was the first to fall over when he reached the other side.