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Chapter 7 : Chapter Seven: Promises and Tears
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“We’re going to be leaving to go to Grimmald Place today,” said Mrs. Weasley as Harry and Ron came down the stairs for breakfast.
“Really,” said Harry nervously. He hadn't been in Grimmald Place in a year. The last time that he had been there was the night that Sirius died.
“Where is Hermione?” asked Ron looking around the table.
“Dunno,” said Harry.
“Reading the newspaper,” said Ginny softly. “There is something interesting she says.”
“What?” asked Harry.
“You’ll see she is coming down right now.”
Harry looked up from talking to Ginny and saw that Ginny was right, Hermione was standing there holding the Daily Prophet.
“So what is interesting in the papers today?” asked Ron airily.
“You two must have been mistaken about Malfoy being in the village yesterday,” said Hermione coming down to the table.
“No we weren’t,” said Ron. “Harry, mate, I am right by saying that if it wasn’t Draco what-ever-the-hell-his-middle-name Malfoy, then my name is Flubbius McFlab.”
“Well you’d better change your name, because he was already dead when you saw him,” said Hermione showing them the article.
Draco Malfoy found dead in London.
The son of the deatheater Lucius Malfoy, who aided in the murder of Albus Dumbledore, was found dead by wizards in Knockturn Alley at six A.M. yesterday. It is believed that it was the work of either deatheaters or of an antideatheater league. No investigations will be made.
“that’s it?” asked Ginny.
“Does he deserve more?” asked Harry.
“Well the least they could do was at least look into it. But all they give him is three sentences. I mean he lived a life, there has to be something more meaningful than that. And if they have a dead deatheater than it should be something that they are celebrating.”
Harry noticed that Mrs. Weasley looked meaningfully at Mr. Weasley.
What was that about? he thought.
“They don’t want to draw attention to the fact that they have no control,” said Hermione. “Reading in-between the lines i gather that they don’t know who did it. They want to make it seem like everyone is in danger-”
“But they are,” said Harry. “We are at war Hermione. I am just glad that he is dead. I hope it was Snape who killed him. Maybe Snape next.”
“Don’t say that,” said Hermione.
“Why? are you siding with them? Do you want the deatheaters to win? Do you like Snape?” said Harry.
“No, it is just that when you say that, you remind me of a deatheater. They said things like that. And Snape wrote them in his journal. Do you want to end up like them?” asked Hermione, tears welling up in her eyes.
“No Hermione, i didn’t mean for you to act like this,” said Harry.
“Then please don’t say things like that, it is really cruel,” said Hermione.
“I won’t say that again,” said Harry.
“Can you promise me that?” asked Hermione.
“Why would i do that?” asked Harry.
“Because i am afraid Harry.” Hermione was in tears.
“Look what you’ve done Harry,” said Ron. “You’ve gone an mad her cry.” ron started to rub her back.
“I didn’t do anything!” said Harry.
“Sure you didn’t, then why is she crying?” asked Ron.
“Look Harry didn’t do anything,” said Ginny. “Hermione is just having-”
“Why are you siding with your boyfriend?” asked Ron.
“We broke up,” said Harry.
“Right, forgot,” said Ron turning pink at the ears.
“Why do you always side with your girlfriend Hermione?” asked Ginny.
“What- we’re not-” spluttered Ron.
“Well you act like it,” said Ginny.
“Just shut up, all of you,” said Hermione briskly looking up them. “Look i don’t want you to get mad about it. please Harry just listen to me. What you are saying is really close to what the deatheaters say.”
“I am the opposite of every deatheater. I only want to kill the deatheaters. They want to kill the world. There is a difference,” said Harry.
“No,” she said. “You want to kill Harry. Murder is murder no matter whose side you are on. The rest of the world will think of you as a hero, but no matter what they say it doesn’t change the fact that you are a murderer.”
“But i won’t enjoy it Hermione-”
“Do you think that they do? Do you think that maybe they don’t have guilt?”
“What is this national ‘lets hug a deatheater’ day?” asked Ron.
“Ron this isn’t a matter to joke about,” said Hermione glaring at him. “Snape and you have more in common then you think.”
“But i’m not going to turn out like him. I hate Voldemort,” said Harry firmly.
“How do you know?” asked Hermione.
“well he killed my parents,” said Harry.
“That’s stating the obvious,” said Ron.
“Well a lot of the deatheaters have had family killed by him or on his orders. Snape-”
“What about him?” asked Harry. “You said his mum is alive.”
“His cousin was killed by Voldemort,” said Hermione.
“He hated his cousin. isn’t she the one that called him the half-blood prince and probably drove him insane?”
“Yes, but he didn’t hate her. It was just her nickname for him. He had to have liked her or he wouldn’t have kept in touch with her when he left, he wouldn’t have gone by her nickname for him. He cared about her all right. He was only fifteen when she died. Fifteen Harry. The same age you were when Sirius died. Imagine that, but you would have had to known him your whole life. That is what Snape lost.”
“And how the hell do you know what he felt like?” asked Harry.
“Because i am reading his journals Harry. He writes what he feels in them.”
“What if he feels like making up that he feels sorry for her?” asked Ron.
“I can see Snape doing that,” said Harry. “He acted like he gave a shit about my mum, but he hated her.”
“Harry, i don’t know about him and your mum exactly it is hard to say what happened-”
“I don’t want to know what he did to my mum.”
“But i don’t think that he can fake a suicide attempt,” finished Hermione.
“Yeah had to stay in St. Mungos for a couple days. Saved the files,” said Hermione.
“Oh,” said Harry. “Well maybe he does have feelings, but i am nothing like him.”
“When you stop holding this grudge against him read the journals and you’ll understand. Really you are at the far extreme of the spectrum and Harry i am really scared.”
Harry sighed. “You don’t have anything to worry about,” said Harry.
“Promise me, Harry. Promise me that you won’t do anything like what a deatheater will do and you keep a sane head about what you say.”
“Don’t make a joke of it,” snapped Hermione wiping her eyes.
“Fine, i won’t.” He walked over to her and took her hand. “Hermione Granger, i promise you that you will never do anything like a deatheater.”
“Thank you,” said Hermione standing up.
“You should go pack your things for your trip,” said Mr. Weasley breaking the silence.
It seems as if he is here thought Harry as he walked around Grimmald place. I still feel as if he is here waiting for me. It still looks like he lives here. thought Harry as he walked into Sirius’ bedroom. He was just as much as a father to me as Dumbledore was. I can’t believe how much i miss him. It still feels like a part of me wishes that he was a live. He sat down on Sirius’ bed that had a fine coating of dust on it.
Looking up Harry saw that Lupin was in the doorway.
“I didn’t know that you would be here,” said Harry.
“You forget Harry that I too Harry find solace here,” said Lupin coming in and sitting down next to Harry. “This was Sirius’ room. Before that it was his parents’. I believe that the room you are staying in with Ron was his and Regulus’.”
Harry looked at Lupin, he could tell that Lupin was close to crying.
“You miss him a lot,” said Harry.
“He was one of my best friends,” said Lupin. “I’m really the last of the Marauders left, Harry. Prongs and Padfoot are dead, Wormtail caused the death of Prongs, so that doesn't make him much of a friend. That leaves me alone.”
“Well you have Tonks,” said Harry.
“There is a difference between friends and a girlfriend Harry,” said Lupin.
“Well you have the order,” said Harry, not really knowing what to say.
“You really don’t have to try to comfort me, i’m used to it, being a werewolf, you know that friends are hard to come by.”
“People who love you like Tonks does even less,” said Harry.
“I know,” snapped Lupin. “Sorry, you just sound like Molly sometimes.”
“How odd,” said Harry.
There was a silence for a minute. “Where are you staying?” asked Harry.
“Well since the werewolves now know that i am a spy, i can’t live with them, so i am living with Tonks now,” explained Lupin. “Don’t give me that look Harry. It is none of your business.”
“Wasn’t going to ask,” muttered Harry. “Really don’t want to know.”
“I know you miss him.”
“Sirius, yeah every day.”
“I miss everyone,” said Lupin. “James, your mum, even though i didn’t know her very well, but she was always kind. Sirius i miss a lot, i feel sort of guilty because i thought he was the one that had betrayed your parents to Voldemort.”
“Why do you call Voldemort by his name, not a lot of people do and i’ve always wondered what is your reason.”
“I do not fear a name, i fear the person that goes by the name,” he said firmly. “Sort of like how Dumbledore believed.”
“You miss him too,” said Harry.
“Everyone does harry. We all will miss him. He was a great wizard and few wizards like that will go unmissed. Even Voldemort in his eventual defeat will be missed. For reasons good and bad Harry.”
“What good has he ever done?” he asked.
“No one is purely evil Harry. Only their actions,” said Lupin. Lupin walked to the door. “Be careful Harry,” Lupin said before he walked into the hall.
I will never miss a murder like him. thought Harry.
A/N: DOn’t own anything that isn’t mine.
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