Chapter 10 : Chapter 10 - Finding out
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Sorry but the next couple of chapters will be quite short. I haven't had time to write long ones. Anyways, I also wanted to finsih them with suspense! But please keep reading they are interesting, I hope!
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Sirius Black had explained to the Order everything. During the time he was away, he had wondered the world as a spirit, wondered the spirit world. He hadn’t seen, heard or talked to anyone for seven years, so this was a small bit over whelming for him.
Harry knew how he felt. So many people crowding around him at one time was torture. Sirius’s tale was not as exciting as Harry’s had been, but everyone paid there utter most attention to the man.
Mrs Weasley had fetched some new clothes for him and he had had a shower. His hair, on the other hand, he did not brush, for he wanted to keep his dreadlocks. Molly fussed over him, as she did with Bill, though after so many years, He two had not given into her persistence.
Finally after hours of talking and getting cleaned up, Harry sat alone on the couch once more. Everyone sat in the kitchen talking. Harry didn’t want to listen to what they were saying, because it was probably something about him.
A crashing noise came from up stairs, and Harry knew Sirius was awake again. Molly had forced him to go get some rest in one of the spare rooms. Sirius had reluctantly climbed the stairs and went to sleep.
“Harry?” Sirius asked, as he walked into the lounge. The warmth of the flames slowly beating over his body.
“Sirius.” Harry said flatly. He starred at the floor. He knew Sirius was going to ask what he had done for the last five or so years. He knew that Sirius would probably get angry or something and do something rash.
“I just wanted to talk. I know it must seem weird, you being with out me for seven odd years. You finished school, you have been living five years in the real world. What have you done with your life?” Sirius asked as he sat next to Harry, slightly frowning at Harry’s covered legs.
“You wish what?”
“I wish that I had lived my last five years in the real world.” Harry spat out. Causing Sirius to move away from him in surprise.
“What do you mean?” Sirius was taken aback by Harry’s sudden outburst of emotions.
“Maybe we should talk, Sirius.” Said a voice from the door. The two men turned to see Lupin leaning against the doorway, his arms crossed in front of him. Sirius got up and starred back at Harry, before leaving for another room with Remus.
About three minutes later a shocked voice was heard coming from the room.
“WHAT?” Sirius screamed. He ran back into the lounge. “Is what this man saying true?” He asked Harry.
Harry nodded. He was also shocked, he had never heard Sirius call Remus ‘this man’ before. Sirius was obviously angry, but at whom, Harry was not sure. Remus seemed to be thinking the same thing, because his mouth was wide open in surprise. He quickly clamped it shot and strode over the Sirius.
“Sirius, its not his fault.” He said calmly.
“I know that, Moony!” He snapped back. “Its just, he hasn’t tried to contact you in any way? I mean surely he should have told you he was alive.”
“He wasn’t able to, Padfoot.”
Sirius ignored him. “He didn’t tell you anything. Surely he could have owled you. Told you he was all right. And all this time, you thought he was dead!”
“YOU HEARD WHAT REMUS SAID. I WAS BEING TORTURED, HOW TO HELL WAS I SUPPOSED TO OWL THE ORDER TO SAY WHAT A LOVERLY TIME I WAS HAVING! You’ve changed Sirius.” Harry spat, before running out of the room and up the stairs. Remus, just starred, he knew that Harry would be having trouble, but didn’t move from his spot.
There was a large crashing noise coming from the hallway. They ran into the hall to find Harry had fallen down the stairs. Harry felt tears welling in his eyes. Not from being hurt on the outside, but that inside. Sirius was as bad as Ron.
“Harry!” Remus exclaimed. The entire Order had come out to see what the commotion was. Moony tried to help Harry off the ground, but Harry threw his arms off and climbed up the stairs, despite the pain of his legs. They were getting better, he could almost walk again.
He threw himself onto his bed, in distress. The tears finally escaped his eyes and sliced his cheeks. He had finally got his Godfather back, but now he wished he was gone again. No, what was he thinking, Sirius should have been back ages ago, if it wasn’t for Harry’s selfishness about keeping the pendent away from everyone.
Suddenly a yell was heard from down stairs. One of the girls was screaming. Harry wanted to get up but just collapsed back onto his bed. It was for someone else to deal with.
A coupe of seconds later there was a knock on his door. It flew open without Harry’s approval and Hermione walked in.
“Harry, you’d better come down stairs. It Tonks... She’s gone into labour.”
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