Harry sat at the kitchen counter munching on a flapjack covered in strawberry jam. It was morning now and Remus was still sleeping. Sirius, on the other hand, was already up and about, which was very strange since Sirius was always one to sleep in. He had made flapjacks for himself, Harry, and Remus, for when he got up. Sirius was already done eating and went upstairs to get changed. Harry was on his last flapjack, thinking about the events that seemed to unravel in front of him yesterday.
The mysterious figure of his father in the mirror lingered in his mind. Was it really him? Padfoot had stated that the only way you could see a person was if they had the other mirror and if you said their name and they said yours in return. That couldn’t be right, since the other mirror was in the bedside table drawer. Then again, there was the fact that his dad was dead and wasn’t going to come back anytime soon.
Harry laid down his fork with a sigh. It wasn’t fair. His father was dead, but yet there was always that constant nagging that he was imagining things because he wanted to meet James Potter so badly. Then again, Padfoot was his dad now. He cared for him like a son and Harry was grateful for that.
Harry turned around in his seat to see a very tired Remus walking into the kitchen, huge bags rested under his eyes. You would have thought that it had been a full moon last night, but it was over three days ago. It seemed like it was taking extra long for him to get over the effects of the moon. Remus sat down on a stool next to Harry while waving his wand. A couple flapjacks floated onto a plate and over to Remus, a fork and syrup included.
“Moony, are you okay?” Harry asked while cocking his head to one side.
“As fine as I ever am.” Remus forced a small smile.
“Moony, have you ever used the mirror that Padfoot has?” Harry picked up his fork and popped a piece of the flapjack into his mouth.
“Once or twice... not very often though. It was usually your dad and Sirius who used them.” Remus paused for a second or two before continuing, “Your grandfather bought them for James right before he started Hogwarts. He was quite the prankster; in fact, all of your dad’s family were pranksters. Anyways, your grandfather told James he could give the mirror to anyone he wanted to, as long as he was sure that that person was a true friend. James immediately gave the other to Sirius and the two never spent a second without talking to one another. What sparks this sudden interest?”
“Things...” Harry looked down at his plate, his eyes glued.
“Sirius was telling me that something happened... you know you can talk to me anytime, right? Day or night... I’m always here.”
“I know... it’s just... it was weird... distant... strange...” Harry stubbornly refused to meet the werewolf’s eyes.
“What did you see? The future?” Remus tilted his head, trying to see Harry’s expression.
“No... it was like... it was like I was seeing the present...” Harry turned his head so that he was looking out the window and so Remus was looking at the back of his unruly hair.
“The present?” Remus raised both eyebrows in shock.
“Yeas... maybe... I don ‘t know what I saw.”
“Who was in the mirror, Harry?”
“Was it Sirius or... or me?”
“No...” Harry squirmed under the gaze.
“Was it your... your dad?”
Harry swallowed hard, fighting back the images that were flooding his mind. He wanted them to go away... he wanted the images of his father’s face in the mirror go away. It had to be some sort of trick, because his father was dead and was never coming back. At Harry’s tenseness, Remus knew the answer was yes.
“What did James do?”
Harry didn’t reply. He just stared outside the window, his eyes focusing on a tree outside. Remus repeated the question, his voice filled with excitement and emotion. Harry then jumped off the chair and ran out of the room. Remus sighed in frustration, closing his eyes and leaning back in his chair. Several seconds later, a very confused Sirius stepped into the kitchen.
“Harry just went running by me... I called out to him and he shouted, ‘It wasn’t real’. What happen?” Sirius asked, making his way over towards the table.
“He saw James...” Remus trailed off, not looking Sirius in the eye.
“What?” Sirius asked in disbelief.
“The mirror... he saw James in the mirror...”
Several Death Eaters marched up the streets of Privet Drive. They had long black cloaks on, but their masks were not there. They did, however, have their hoods on their heads. The Death Eaters consisted of Bellatrix Lestrange, Rodolphus Lestrange, Rabastan Lestrange, Lucius Malfoy, Walden Macnair, and Severus Snape. The six of them then reached Number 4, a whirl of excitement filled the group.
“The last of the boy’s family...” Macnair smirked.
“The boy doesn’t even live with them. This is completely pointless.” Bellatrix hissed at them.
“It’s for the fun, Bella, not because we want the boy right now. They probably know where the boy is anyways.” Rodolphus rolled his eyes at his wife.
“It’s a waste of time. I heard that they didn’t even care that the boy left.” Lucius took sides with Bellatrix.
“I haven’t killed some Muggles in a long time. I’m growing restless.” Macnair said matter-of-factly, his lips twisting up into a sinister smile.
“It’s a waste of precious time. If the Dark Lord found out we were here... if he found out we wasted our time with them when we could have been finding the boy... I refuse to take the blame.” Bellatrix told them.
Despite the disagreements, the six marched their way up the driveway. Some were smirking evilly at the plan; others found it a complete waste of time. Either way they were going to finish what they had started. With a blast from Rodolphus’s wand, the front door flew off of the hinges. There were several shrieks from the inside, most likely the Dursleys.
They made their way inside and then to the kitchen. They saw Vernon, Petunia, and Dudley all sitting at the kitchen table, their eyes wide with horror. It was Petunia who spoke first, her voice high and pitchy as if she was too terrified to do anything else. All that seemed to get out was, “YOU- FREAKS!”
That didn’t blow over well with the Death Eaters. They didn’t have time for the insults or the name-calling. It just infuriated them to no end. At that point, the Dursleys still didn’t understand the seriousness of the situation, because what they said next didn’t effect what the Death Eaters were planning on doing.
“We- you have the boy! We- we never wanted him! You- you can’t do this!” Vernon shouted, getting up and moving away from the small group while Petunia grabbed her son and pulled him back.
“Where is Harry Potter?” Rabastan stepped forward, his wand out and pointed in-between Vernon’s eyes.
“Don’t- don’t know. The- the godfather ca-came. Took him a- away.” Vernon said in a squeaky voice.
“A total waste of time, Bella was right.” Rabastan took a step back, shaking his head.
“Then we shall have some fun... killing them slowly.”
This received the huge reaction the Death Eaters wanted. They shouted, they pleaded for their lives. They apologized for everything they did to Harry. They said that they would leave, move abroad if that’s what they wanted. They just didn’t want to die, but they were bargaining with the wrong sort of wizards. The Death Eaters didn’t care whether the Dursleys lived or die... well; they wanted to see them dead that was for sure.
With several Cruciatus Curses later, Petunia and Vernon were lying on the floor twitching. As the curses were being thrown their way, Dudley had managed to run out of the house through the kitchen backdoor. With that, the Death Eaters left, allowing the Dursleys to die slowly on the floor.
“What do you think is going on?”
Remus and Sirius had just dropped Harry off with the Weasley children and Cedric. They were making their way towards Dumbledore’s office, because he called an urgent meeting. The two friends had guessed that there had been another murder by, but you could never be too sure.
“It has to be a murder... what else would it be?” Sirius replied, a look of confusion on his face.
“You’re still thinking about Harry aren’t you?” Remus asked, guilt written all over his face.
“Of course I am! Why wouldn’t I?” Sirius exclaimed.
Sirius and Remus reached Dumbledore’s office and said the password, (“Acid Pops”) making the gargoyle spring to life to let them by. They walked up the spiral staircase; dread filling the pits of their stomachs. This is what they hated most, not knowing what was to come in a time of war. They walked in and by the looks of it; everyone was already there.
There was a small round table in the center of the room, and everyone was sitting around it. Next to Dumbledore, there were two seats opened for the two wizards. They sat down and gave Dumbledore their full attention. Now that everyone was there, Dumbledore stood up and started to pace, a grave look on his face.
“There was another attack.” Dumbledore started off, sighing heavily, “Muggles this time... the Dursleys, Harry Potter’s only living blood relatives.”
Even though Sirius hated the people, bile raised in his throat. An unimaginable feeling of dread filled every limb of his body. They were looking for Harry. That’s all that seemed to cross his mind. They were going to every source they could think of to get to his godson. Sirius, however, was snapped out of his thoughts when Dumbledore spoke again:
“Dudley Dursley was not harmed, Harry’s six-year-old cousin. It seems that he ran out of the house while the Death Eaters weren’t looking, however, nobody has found him. Petunia Dursley and Vernon Dursley died a slow and painful death. They were hit numerous times with the Cruciatus Curse and the effects of it killed them. Several Aurors, who had noticed a huge amount of magical energy coming from the residence, found them even though the wards are no longer up on the house.”
“Do you know if they tried to get any information out of them about Harry’s whereabouts?” Sirius asked, leaning back in his chair.
“We have no idea. I’m sorry, Sirius.” Dumbledore turned his attention to the young wizard.
“What about you, Snape? Do you know why they were there?” Sirius turned his attention to Snape, his voice slightly breaking.
Snape obviously paled at being spoken to. His jaw clenched, he had been there, but he couldn’t let them know. What would they say if they knew he had been there? Kill him right off? Torture him for the secrets? Now knowing exactly why he said this, but he did, “There wanted information. They were getting restless.”
“Information on Harry?” Remus interjected.
“Yes.” Snape replied coolly.
“Why were they getting restless?” Moody joined in on the conversation.
“They wanted to kill again... they hadn’t killed in a while... not since the Diggorys.” Snape’s gaze snapped towards Amos, who’s face was pale and angry.
“Did they get anything out of them?” Molly asked, not knowing what she was doing.
“No, the Dursleys don’t know anything about Harry since he left.” Sirius replied, not giving Snape the chance.
“Well, isn’t that good then?” Molly questioned, but then quickly added, “That they didn’t find out anything?”
“Yes, it is extremely good that the Death Eaters didn’t find out what they wanted, but then again... two innocent people died in the process.” Dumbledore sighed heavily, closing his eyes.
“Innocent? You call them innocent after everything they put Harry through?” Sirius’s eyes darted to the headmaster.
“No matter what, Sirius, they didn’t deserve to die the way they did. They are not part of our world; they have no part in it. They did not deserve to die that way.” Dumbledore turned his attention to Sirius once more.
“They abused him. They neglected him. They made him feel like he was the cause of everything bad that happened in this whole world. They made him feel that he was unloved and that he would never amount to anything. They deserved what they got. I don’t know how long I could’ve went on without doing something to them myself.” Sirius’s demeanor became cold, one reminiscent to the time he spent in Azkaban.
“You really think so?” Remus asked, a frown etching his face, “You really think anybody deserves to die at the hands of ruthless, evil, loathsome people?”
“For hurting Harry, then yes.” Sirius slowly turned his head towards his friend.
“Enough. This is not the only reason I called you all here today.” Dumbledore said loudly to get everyone’s attention, “We need to be concentrating on the Department of Mysteries.”
Meanwhile, Harry, the Weasleys, and Cedric Diggory all sat in an abandoned classroom where they were to wait while the Order of the Phoenix meeting was going on. Harry sat at a desk, drawing imaginary circles on the desktop with his finger. Ron sat next to him, his head in his hands, looking as bored as ever. In the very back of the room, Fred, George, and Cedric were talking in hushed tones. It was as though they were plotting something horrible. Ginny sat by herself in the front of the room, watching a couple of her dolls dancing around in front of her. Percy sat by himself, his nose inside of a book.
“What’s wrong?” Ron broke the silence, curiosity getting the best of him.
“Nothing...” Harry trailed off, not making eyes contact.
Ron didn’t believe his friend, but said nothing more. He turned around in his seat to look at his older brothers and Cedric plotting. He desperately wanted to be let in on the joke, which he thought had something to do with Percy. He shook his head and turned back around, laying his head in his hands.
“I think I saw my dad.” Harry told Ron in barely a whisper.
“But I thought he died...” Ron trailed off; speaking in the same hushed tone.
“I saw him in a mirror...” Harry looked up at Ron, fresh tears filling his eyes.
“Are you sure you didn’t see yourself, Mate?” Ron asked, his brow furrowing.
“Positive... he moved. He waved. It was all so... strange.” Harry turned back to the desk, ducking his head down low.
“What did Sirius and Remus say?” Ron questioned, his eyes wide.
“I- I didn’t tell them... Moony guessed though. I- I ran out of the room. I wasn’t ready to talk about it.” Harry looked up again, emotions flashing in his eyes.
“What do you think it was? Like a memory or like a vision?” Ron bit down on his bottom lip, interest filling every limb.
“I- I don’t know... it was like- like I was seeing the present... or something...” Harry trailed off, unsure of how to explain.
“Bloody wicked that is!” Ron whispered, a smile spreading on his lips.
Whatever Ron was thinking, Harry would never know. Right at that second there was screaming from the other side of the room. There stood Percy, a look of terror on his face, jumping onto the desk. On the floor was his book... but different. It sprouted pointy teeth and an irate appearance. It was trying to get onto the desk to get to Percy; the book’s jaws were now trying to eat through the legs.
Harry and Ron looked behind them; Fred, George, and even Cedric were rolling on the floor with laughter. They had to have been behind it. Ginny even abandoned her dolls, which were still dancing, and ran over to the twins. She was afraid that the book was going to get her next.
With a squeak and a bark of laughter, Sirius pulled out his wand and called the book off. He had just appeared in the doorway, a smile spread across his face. Percy, face beat red, climbed off of the desk and ran over to Sirius. He faintly bid his thanks and then turned to glare at the twins. Sirius turned his attention over to his godson, who had a small smile creeping onto his face.
“Awe, Mr. Black, how could you?” George whined slightly.
“Yeah, you could have let it happen a little longer!” Cedric joined in, a small smile on his face.
“It would have done him some good.” Fred commented.
“And have Molly Weasley skin me alive? I don’t think so.” Sirius looked over apologetically at the twins, “Come on, Harry.”
Harry hopped off the seat and ran over to Sirius, his black hair flowing in the air. Sirius bent down a little and wrapped his arms around the boy’s waist, picking him up into his arms. Harry rested his head onto Sirius’s shoulder, waving happily over to Ron. His troubles seemed to slowly disappear after his little chat with Ron.
“Bye, Harry!” Ron yelled while waving back.
“See ya, Harry!” the twins shouted at the top of their lungs.
“Bye!” Harry said as Sirius walked out of the small room.
Although Sirius good humor was disrupted when he ran into Severus Snape, who was sneering. He took one look at Harry and his lips twisted into a wicked sort of grimace. Memories immediately flooded his mind. No longer did Snape feel sorrow over the boy, but a deep kind of hatred.
“Black. Potter.” Snape’s shallow face twisted awkwardly.
“Snivellus... oh, sorry. Professor Snivellus.” Sirius stood his ground as Snape scowled.
“I’d watch your back if I were you, Black.” Snape sneered.
“Is that a threat?” Sirius questioned, his eyebrows rising a little.
“Take it as you will.” With that, Snape walked down the hallway.
“Slimy git... never trust him, Harry. No matter what, never trust him.” Sirius whispered to Harry, who looked up at him oddly.
“Why?” Harry asked confused, didn’t Snape try to save his life before?
“He’s bad news...”
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