Story is posted on Ao3 under Fire is Everywhere. A couple of things:

1)There are several translations available- Russian and Spanish so check those out! Links in my profile

2) Please read the story closely. The last chapter took place within close to a span of the week.

2a) Hermione does her work days ahead like the night that it is assigned, Saeviour just procrastinates and leaves it until the night of.

3) This chapter was split into two parts for the sake of clarity and it just wouldn't fit with this chapter.

Chapter 28: This is Only the Beginning…

Harrison considered staying in the castle over Easter break, just so that he could finish what he wanted to do, which was mainly reading the books that he grabbed from the restricted section and casted dark magic. He decided against it, when he realized it was possibly the only way to get away from Dumbledore, who was keeping a close eye on him- waiting for him to slip up and give the old fool another reason to continue watching him.

So, Harrison made arrangements to stay with Sirius over the course of the break. Sirius had eagerly agreed as they could both figure out where to go next in terms of getting the Dark Lord resurrected. Harrison was a bit suspicious why Sirius had agreed all so quickly, but he wasn't going to question it. He was grateful that Sirius was providing him a place to stay during the break and he was able to do things without anyone's prying eyes or worse, Dumbledore finding out.

Harrison packed up his trunk, making sure that the Philosopher's Stone was tucked away underneath the things he was going to take with him over to Sirius. It included a bunch of books from the restricted section of the library and some books and scrolls that were written in parseltongue, that contained a wide range of things, mainly just the use of dark magic and blood magic.

He continued to pack up the things, collectively going over the things that he needed to do during break: figure out how to bring the Dark Lord back using the Philosopher's Stone, find the Dark Lord and most importantly have a discussion or two with Lucius. He knew one specifically was going to be easy, if his theory was correct. He just hoped the diary would be able to locate the Dark's Lord primordial spirit.

Draco stared at him with his gray eyes watching his every move. He ignored the eyes as he finished packing.

"I still don't see why you don't want to stay during break," Draco pointed out. "Harry, who's going to keep me company?" Draco's tone turned childish as he begged the dark-haired boy to stay during break.

"Can't you at least stay so you can help me with my homework?" Draco pleaded.

The professors had been assigning them homework increasingly. It wasn't that much of a struggle to Harrison as he quickly got his work done and still spent most of his evening, conversing with Draco or reading a book that he found interesting from the Chamber or the restricted section.

He shook his head no, and the blonde sighed relentlessly. A small pout formed on the blonde's lips as he changed the subject.

"Where are you going anyway?"

"Nowhere special," Harrison told him. "I just have business to attend to, that's all."

"You and your secrets," Draco huffed. "Sometimes I wish you would tell me something."

"Now where would the fun be in just telling you… You'll see soon enough," Harrison told him.

He closed his trunk with a thud, shrunk it down to the point where it easily fit in his pocket and headed out of the dormitory.

…

Raindrops splattered the pavement, and wet everything it touched including the newly blossomed flowers, and the green leaves that were on the trees. It was obvious that it was finally springtime and yet, the bitter cold winter and the wind was still clinging onto the grounds. Dark gray clouds covered the sky, with some small patches of clear-blue sky peaking through. It looked like they might be able to see a glimpse of the sun today, once the rain ended.

Harrison stood in the decent-sized crowd. It was much smaller than the one on winter break, as this time, many students opted to stay in the castle in order to get ahead on their studies and the final exams that were coming up in a couple of months. Students were crowding along the entrance of the train, with sounds of trunks being brought up in the back, various conversations that centered around Quidditch, or what they were doing during the break. He noticed that most of them were shivering lightly in their coats, shifting their body weight in order to stay warm in the slight cold weather.

He wouldn't be surprised if there was no one waiting for him at the platform. He had plans to stay with Sirius during the course of the break, but Sirius gave him no indication if he was going to be at the platform waiting for the boy to arrive at the station. All he got was where he was staying during the course of the break. He was probably going to have to find his own way, and probably just take the floo network to Grimmauld Place, if need be.

The rain started to increase rapidly, and soon students quit standing around and hurried up. He finally got on the train, wiping his feet on the stairs of the train, barely looking at the compartments until he finally found one that was empty. He doubted anyone would come in, seeing how Draco and his group of friends were staying in the castle, there was really no one else besides the annoying mudblood, but she stopped making small talk to him. Good.

He sat down near the window once he closed the compartment door, waving his hand over himself, drying himself that got wet to the showers of rain. Raindrops hit the window, but he paid no attention, bringing out a book that was poorly binded, written in parseltongue, about the effects of usage of spells in parseltongue. It was quite interesting how in parseltongue, the magic was much more powerful than if it was spoken in English.

Eventually, Harrison grew quite bored of the book- putting it away in his pocket. He sat there, breathing slow and steady, his green eyes closed as he entered his mindscape. It was clean and orderly, at least the best he did last night when he couldn't sleep.

He swept through the narrow corridors, making sure that there were memories tucked safely away behind the bars of the cells, from the shackles that held them tightly. He pulled several memories that involved the Potters just outside, the deepest part of his mindscape. He locked those memories up tightly, pushing them to the darkest part of the shadows that loomed inside the cells, never to be touched to the light again, unless he brought it out. He added the scorched walls, more bars and chains and continued on, venturing to when he was a kid.

Memories of his younger self appeared. Some of it was before he was in Azkaban, the jealous and overshadowed feeling he had, along with the remnants of sadness, anger and bitterness enshrouded those memories.

Those memories were mainly him crying out, begging for someone- anyone to save him.

They never did.

He walked past them, memories tucked behind bars so thick, and chains wrapped tightly around them. He made sure that the dementors were still outside, hovering just a few meters outside of the entrance- once they were allowed to roam the icy corridors soon.

Harrison exited out of his mindscape, content that the memories were safely tucked and his mindscape was as perfect as ever, in case anyone tried to pry.

By the time Harrison was done, the Scottish hills were soon replaced by London's buildings and houses, marking that they were almost to their destination.

Soon, the red and black train came to a stop. Steam came billowing out of the engine, as the brakes were applied. The train soon came to a stop, and families started waving as the children on the train disembarked, collecting their trunks and animals, and reuniting with their loved ones.

Harrison remained impassive, his mask put in place as he climbed off the train. He was about to head towards the fireplaces, before he noticed Sirius Black, wearing black robes, his curly black hair down. He was standing against a pillar in the back, his onyx eyes staring at him. Harrison approached him, dodging hugs and kisses as mothers and fathers kissed their children's temples, and held onto them tightly.

"Black," Harrison greeted.

"Harrison," Sirius greeted him warmly. "Shall we?"

Sirius held his hand out to him and Harrison took it. It felt like he was being sucked by a thin tube. Eventually, they landed on solid ground and Harrison felt a rush of nausea rush through him. He clutched his fists tightly as he waited for the bout of nausea to pass. It didn't take too long once he realized there wasn't too much moving.

"First time?" Sirius asked.

Harrison didn't bother answering him as he looked around Grimmauld Place. It was grand looking, not as grand as Malfoy Manor is. Ornate portraits hung the walls, as a glass chandelier hung from overhead, baking the room in white light. The wallpaper was a shade of a light green, with brown hardwood floors.

"Kreacher," Sirius called out.

A house-elf appeared with a bulbous, snout-like nose, with bloodshot eyes, many folds of skin, and white hair growing out of his bat-like ears. He wore a green pillowcase with the Black crest on the side.

"How may Kreacher assist you, Lord Black?" the house elf asked.

"Go get us something to eat… Sandwiches would do and put it in the dining room," Sirius ordered.

"Of course, Lord Black," Kreacher said and disappeared with a loud pop.

"Should we have lunch and then I could give you a tour of the place?" Sirius offered.

"Sure," Harrison responded.

Sirius and Harrison headed to the dining room. He noticed the portraits of Black ancestors and the Black family hanging throughout the hallway, with snake décor around it. They stopped at the end of the hallway through a brown door that contained the dining room that held a long ornate table in the center of it. There was a fireplace unlit, and hanging light fixtures that gave the room a light tone.

On the long ornate table, contained a silver platter filled with sandwiches, two gold goblets with the Black insignia on them, two plates and several things of silverware- all in gold.

"Would you like anything to drink?" Kreacher asked once Sirius and Harrison sat at the table, right next to each other.

"Butterbeer," Sirius said without a second thought.

"Water," Harrison said.

It only took a few moments for their goblets to be filled with their drink of choice. Harrison grabbed a couple of sandwiches off the platter and put it onto the plate. Harrison's back was straightened as his spindly fingers took a sandwich and nibbled on it, feeling the crunch of the lettuce stuck between two pieces of bread, and the cold feeling of the meat touched his tongue.

There was a lot of awkward feeling in the room. They mainly ate in silence until Sirius broke the silence with his icebreaker question. It felt forced, and sounded like he was trying to connect with the eleven-year-old he was sitting next to.

"So how's school going?"

"Fine," Harrison responded to him, sounding bored.

The awkwardness in the air resumed until Harrison broke the silence again, this time to change the subject into something he was itching to bring up.

"I have an object in my possession you may be interested in," Harrison said.

Sirius's looked towards him with confusion written all over his face, before it suddenly dawned on him and he let out one of the biggest grins on his face.

"Could I see it once we finish with the tour?" Sirius asked.

"Sure."

Sirius and Harrison finished eating, and the plates disappeared along with the platter and the rest of the dishes. They stood up and Sirius was the first one to leave the dining room. They started the tour soon. Sirius pointed out each of the doors, starting with the floor that they were on.

There was a door that contained that kitchen that also led to the stairs to the basement. On the far end of the hallway was the door that contained the staircase to the upper levels of the house. The stairs were made out of black marble and shiny-looking as their footsteps were heard on the stairs. Harrison noticed the intricate snake designs on the stairs' banister. He also noticed the long row of beheaded house-elves on the walls.

"It was my dear aunt Elladora's idea," Sirius explained as he took in Harrison's expression, staring at the beheaded house elves. "I thought about taking it down when I inherited the house, but I thought it added character… Don't you think so?"

Harrison merely nodded his head, his green eyes merely staring ahead.

The first level of the Grimmauld Place contained the Black library that looked like it could rival the Malfoy's or Hogwarts library. Books lined the shelves, and he could feel the familiar hum of black magic from the books. He wouldn't doubt that some of the books could put a hex or a curse on you if you weren't a member of the Black family. The Blacks were notorious for their collection of rare and dark Arts books.

It also contained several bedrooms and bathrooms that Sirius just brushed off. What drew Harrison besides the library, was the drawing room.

They paused the tour right when they stepped into the drawing room. The drawing room contained a long window that displayed muggle London, and the gray clouds that covered the city. A black mahogany desk in the corner of the room, and several bookcases filled to the brim with books behind the desk. There was a fireplace on the opposite end of the room, with the mantel filled with intricate vases and decorations.

On one end of the wall was what it looked like to be a family tree of the Black family. At the top of the tree contained the Black family motto: Toujours Pur, French for always pure. He quickly noticed the burnt off faces of several Black family members who'd been disowned and Sirius's picture being reinstated, with the remnants of burning showing. He saw the pictures of Bellatrix, but not her husband or daughter, and Narcissa- both on the sides of Sirius's face.

It wasn't the tapestry that interested, it was the fact that he felt the presence of a dark magical signature that felt oh so familiar to him. He wanted to reach out, seek out the object that called for him. He was probably being ridiculous since the Black family was notorious for dark objects, but this one was different. It was almost like it was another object that belonged to the Dark Lord. He would have to search for the object later, before he would leave.

Sirius sat at the desk and Harrison took a seat in front of the desk. He watched as Sirius organized the stack of parchment all over his desk.

"Could I see the stone?"

Harrison summoned the philosopher's stone. The small, ruby stone was on the center of the desk and Sirius picked up with one hand. He looked at the stone, breathing loudly as he held the object, afraid that it was all a dream, and it would disappear. They waited for so long for this moment and now they could finally move onto finally resurrecting the Dark Lord.

"I assume you got this when the Daily Prophet reported on the conditions of the boy-who-lived?" Sirius asked. "It brightened my day to see that the boy-who-lived suffered and that he had to stay in St. Mungo's for a good couple of weeks."

"It was such a shame I couldn't kill him right then and there," Harrison admitted. "It would have caused too much suspicious if the brat would have died."

Sirius let out a laugh.

"True, but I am assuming he paid for it?"

"Oh, he did."

Harrison could still hear the echoes of Saeviour's screams under the influence of the Cruciatus curse. It was music in his ears, and quenched a little bit of his bloodthirst. He couldn't wait until he could get his hands on Saeviour and hear his beautiful screams once more. He smiled darkly at the remnants of the memory that was brought forth to the front of his mind.

"How did you get the stone?"

"It wasn't that hard… I had Fred and George to create a distraction for Dumbledore to get out of the castle for a couple of hours. Knowing that Dumbledore set up the entire philosopher's stone scheme to test the boy. I used that, and made Saeviour go after the stone."

Sirius raised his eyebrow and asked,

"What did you do?"

"I simply told Saeviour what he wanted to hear, something to assuage his ego. I told him that I was sorry for everything I did to him, and he ate it all up from the palm of my hand. You know how Fred and George said how they didn't know what the obstacles were?"

Sirius nodded.

"They weren't that hard. All of them turned out to be easy and first-years can literally solve it. They all correspond to each professor's subject. Flitwick charmed keys, McGonagall with a giant chess board, Snape with potions, Hagrid with a Cerberus, Sprout's devil snare and Quirrell's troll, before he left the castle."

"I'm not surprised," Sirius admitted.

"I used Snape as one of the backup plans, just in case. I also used Draco for an alibi… It was probably a good thing I did, because Dumbledroe got suspicious."

"How did he even figure out it was you?"

Harrison shrugged, "A mudblood ratted out on me on what happened… But Dumbledore couldn't get the exact culprit who stole the stone out of everyone he questioned. There was no doubt that when Potter was back at the castle, Dumbledore questioned him, and couldn't get anything out of him. Basically, Dumbledore is stuck grasping at straws trying to figure out who stole the stone."

"You obliviated his memory," Sirius confirmed.

Harrison nodded, "Of that night… I couldn't let Dumbledore know."

"Impressive."

"Isn't it?" Harrison switched the subject, "Do you know how you can get the elixir of life out of the stone?"

Sirius shook his head.

"I only heard about it. I'll have to do the research," Sirius told him, "Better yet, how are we going to find the Dark Lord?"

"Leave that to me."

"Should we continue on with the tour then?"

Harrison nodded.

There really wasn't anything special about the rest of the floors as they contained many unused bedrooms, washrooms, and a couple of drawing rooms spread out on the floors. On the fourth and final floor, Sirius showed him his room and the room where Harrison had which was almost right next door.

"Here is your room," Sirius told him.

He opened the door and Harrison stepped into the room. It was a large room. The walls, windows and bed were draped with Slytherin's trademark colours: emerald and silver. The Black family's crest was painted over the bed, along with Toujours Pur. There was a photograph with Slytherin's Quidditch team that featured a boy who resembled closely to Sirius, in the middle of the crowd. There were also newspaper clippings that featured the Dark Lord.

There was a desk on the opposite end of the bed, with a couple of doors that Harrison assumed that led to the washroom and the closet.

"I thought you might like it," Sirius said. "It was Regulus'. I assume you know all about him?"

Harrison nodded. The Death Eaters, specifically Bellatrix and Rodolphus, spoke about Regulus as a really good Death Eater, and really looked up to the Dark Lord. It wasn't a huge surprise since the Blacks were huge followers of the Dark Lord right up until Sirius, but that changed. Bellatrix also went on with how Regulus disappeared and next thing she knew, she found out about Regulus passing.

"I'll leave you to unpack. I'll be down in the library if you need anything," Sirius told him.

He heard the door closed behind him, with a click of the lock and Harrison sighed and grabbed his trunk from his pocket. He unshrunk it, and started to unpack.

…

Hermione decided that she liked Molly Weasley and the Burrow as the Weasley's called it. From what she heard, the burrow was something else compared to the manor's of other families, but it really added character. The building itself might once have been an old stone pigpen, which had several crooked stories attached to it. Four or five chimneys dotted the roof of the house, and the entire building was most likely held up by magic due to the way it was built.

She was really grateful that the Weasleys allowed her to stay. She wasn't close to Ron, but he allowed her to stay at his place since she claimed that she wanted to get out of the castle for a few and her parents were out of the country.

It was a lie, but she didn't have permission from her parents. Her parents knew she was going to stay at Weasleys during the break. It wasn't hard asking for permission from them as they were very proud that she was finally making friends over at Hogwarts and she was more than welcome to stay at their place during the entirety of the break.

While in reality, she was using this as an excuse to hopefully try to get to the Ministry of Magic and hopefully talk to Madam Bones.

Molly Weasley stood in the kitchen, with a pot of food in her hand. Hermione sat around the large table that had half the mismatched chairs empty. Ron and Percy was there, along Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and Ron's little sister, Ginny. Fred and George chose to stay at the castle for some reason that was beyond her, but Ron told her that it was probably because his mum disapproved of Fred and George's pranks.

Hermione could see the fireplace from where she was sitting, and a large grandfather-like clock that had one hand which contained various times such as you're late, and don't forget to feed the chickens. It was very creative.

"Thank you for allowing me to stay, Mrs. Weasley," Hermione smiled as Molly continued to serve her green beans from the pot she had in her hand.

"You're welcome my dear," Molly told her, with an equally warm smile.

She soon gave everyone a portion of the green means and sat down right next to her husband.

"Ron has told us so many things about you?"

Hermione could see Ron stiffen up, but she ignored it.

"Good things I hope."

Molly let out a small laugh.

"Of course, dear. He kept telling how much he loves having you around."

She saw how Ron relaxed and took a deep breath at the statement and she was glad that the red-headed boy actually refrained from spewing his actual opinion about her. She knew Ron wasn't too much of a fan of her, but he was always grateful when she was doing his school work.

"That's good," she told them.

"So Hermione… What do your parents do?" Mr. Weasley asked.

"My parents are dentists," she told them.

There was a pause before Hermione fully clarified what her parents do for a living. She noticed how Mr. Weasley's expression became fascinated by what she was telling him. It seemed that what people told her and from what she heard, Mr. Weasley was obsessed with Muggles and Muggle objects.

They got into a conversation about muggles that lasted all the way through desert in which Mrs. Weasley has served them a thing of cherry pie. Hermione waited until after dessert was over, and once most of the Weasleys left to go upstairs and do their own things until she asked.

"Mr. Weasley," Hermione started.

"What is it?" Mr. Weasley asked.

"I know you work in the Ministry of Magic. I've always been fascinated with what it looked like and want to see it in person. I was hoping you can take me to your work and I could help you out with identifying objects that you may have no clue about," she told him.

Mr. Weasley looked taken back.

There was silence in the air, besides when Mrs. Weasley turned the radio on to a singer, and she started singing. There was the sound of water hitting the sink as it sounded like Mrs. Weasley was doing the dishes, not paying attention to what was going on. She watched Mr. Weasley's expression changed multiple times before he finally told her.

"I really don't see why not," he said after careful consideration. "You just have to understand that the ministry of magic is a big place and no place for children."

Hermione beamed.

…

The candle light flickered against the room. Harrison grabbed a quill and black ink from which he grabbed it from one of the drawers in the desk, pulled the emerald covers up to his legs, and opened the black diary. He couldn't help thinking about the dark object that he felt in Sirius's drawing room. It couldn't have possibly been another object of the Dark Lord's could it?"

Hello Tom, Harrison wrote in his neat writing.

Hello Harrison, Tom wrote back.

Is it possible that there is more than one object of the Dark Lord's? Harrison wrote.

He watched as the words disappeared into the pages of the diary, and within seconds appeared.

What do you mean?

You told me that you were a fragment of a memory of the Dark Lord. However, today, I felt a similar dark presence to the one this had, just very less appealing, Harrison wrote.

It's certainly possible. Are you staying with a dark family?

I'm staying over at the Blacks.

Are you sure it couldn't possibly be a dark object that belonged to the Black family? Tom responded back.

It felt similar in how the object drew me, Harrison wrote back.

Huh. It's plausible that it can be another object of mine, but I don't recall giving an object of this valuance to the Blacks, Tom wrote back.

Thanks Tom. I'm going to sneak over to the room, and see what it is. Harrison wrote back.

He closed the black diary shut, and set the diary down on the table next to the bed. He was left with conflicted thoughts. He knew Tom was hiding something and he wasn't going to pry too much especially since it was none of his business whatsoever. Though he was now really curious if that object he felt earlier was in fact one of the Dark Lord's possessions.

He waved his pale hand and the light from the room disappeared as Harrison laid there in the dark, his thoughts swirling about what Tom told him.