He killed Ron Weasley, his bestfriend, How? Why? And When? No one's willing to tell him, he looked around to the frog like looking wizard in the portrait
"What should I do?" Harry asked desperately
"I'm just a portrait, nothing more, nothing less" said the portrait calmly
"Do you know someone that can help me?" asked Harry
"It depends on what you want" the portrait said wisely "and who you are"
"What do you mean by who I am?" asked Harry confused
"I mean who you are" the portrait said simply "if you are the Boy Who Lived, or the Dark Lord's right hand, or are you something else?" the wizard in the portrait bent down to look closer at confused Harry
"I am Harry, just Harry" said Harry, shaking his head, the portrait laughed
"Of course you are" said the portrait smiling grandfatherly at Harry "I see that your heart has changed, you are not the same Harry as yesterday"
"What do you mean?" asked Harry even more confused
"Yesterday you were the youngest minister ever, the Dark Lord's right hand, the most loyal and dangerous Death Eater" said the portrait "but now you are different, much younger I can see, and much kinder" the portrait stopped and stared into Harry's eyes "all the answers are in Grimmauld Place, house number 12, you shouldn't tell anyone about this address, is that understood?"
"Grimmauld Place" Harry muttered the name, so he can remember
"You can apparate, can't you?" the portrait asked, Harry shook his head "then you can use the Knight Bus"
"The what?" asked Harry
"All you need to do is to wonder" the wizard said, and walked out of the portrait
"Wait, wonder what? umm Mister" Harry tried to call him but the wizard was gone
Harry looked around him, he exited the door and made his way through the corridor, staring at the floor thinking of the portrait's words All you need to do is to wonder, to wonder what exactly? He kept going until he bumped into someone
