The Master of Death

Chapter 6: Sequence

Sirius was as white as a wall, Remus trembled and Tonks' hair changed

the color became platinum which was surprising.

"Harry, are you okay?" Lupin asked.

"I thought we almost lost you here" said

Sirius, but the trembling in his voice showed his weakness in making

gag.

"Yeah, I think so," said Harry in a daze and he

he looked at the black snake in his hand. They're shaking.

With conscious effort Harry slowed his breathing. She still is

shivered. But not just fear. His body is full of

energized. He just died, didn't he? And Death tried

warn him, but who knew this wall was so dangerous?

A hysterical laughter appeared in his chest.

He has died. But he's still alive.

"Third time is the charm ..." Harry mumbled,

the crazy mind cursed in his mind. A laughter broke out on his lips.

"Can you walk?" Tonks asked, it worked

distract him and prevent him from succumbing to the destruction that will

happen. Harry looked up and looked into his worried eyes. She needs to

regain control. He breathed and then

consciously let a grin appear on his face. It is very easy to

to ignore the feelings that arise within him and to hide the emotions.

“One way to find out, yes..” he said. Him

ignoring the hand offered to withdraw him, not yet ready to

releasing Death, bringing the creature closer to his body as he

stand up. Back with both feet, Harry took a moment to

find his balance and Death continues to slip behind his shirt.

The creature curled around his body in a mixture of hugs

or the strangest grip of death, but Harry was grateful and he folded

his hand, involuntarily put up another barrier between Death and the

othersmore. He was still trembling, but other than that, he did not show

outward signs of a disturbed state of mind.

"Come on, let's try it here" Remus and Tonks said

guiding Harry to a chair not far from there, while Sirius was

hovering over them out of worry. Harry sat down, wiping the dirt

sticky from the spit and tears from his face.

"Are you feeling dizzy, or tired?" Lupine

kneel down and look at both of his faces with both hands. He felt

Death pulled tighter around his body, almost in a way that

it was painful, but he could only feel grateful at the encircling burden

his body. Then Lupin's words slowly began to sink in and Harry

really think about how she feels. Physically - although

pain - she feels .. great. Come to think of it, it was a miracle

that he doesn't jump around every step of the way.

The werewolf tilted Harry's head to look over

clearly to his students.

Harry suddenly remembered, that Lupin was the most teacher

competent in Defense against the Arts that he once had

school years. "Maybe we should call Severus,"

remus said, turning to Sirius.

That meant something, that Sirius was not complaining. He just

nodding, pale face and attention in his eyes.

Making a decision, Harry brushed Remus' hand over

sided. "I'm fine" he said firmly. Rigour

it seems to disturb the previous impression.

"If you're sure," Sirius said unconvinced. Remus

stand up. The werewolf suddenly panicked.

"I don't know how this happened. I mean

how-I just used some detection spells, nothing

seriously, it shouldn't be"

"It's not your fault, Moony." Sirius put it down

hands on his friend's shoulders. "This is this house."

"I still think we should call Severus. Only

to be sure," said Tonks. "I've never seen that

like that."

"Really, I'm fine!" Harry insisted. Minds

to be checked by Snape is not very high on the list

his wish. Harry doesn't really know what the truth is

it happens and if Snape finds something unusual, chances are

Dumbledore was immediately there to approach him. It would just

attract attention. Playing him was the best he could do.

"Should we call Severus, how

you think?" Remus said and turned to Sirius. "Original

do you have an explanation of what happened?"

The last one turned to look at Harry. "Possible

it was just an old curse stuck to the wall and it was just a few

disorder and now there's nothing to worry about. Some

wards have a tendency to drain energy if they assume

something as a threat, it was unthinkable that they could knock someone out

come out, "said Sirius. "At least that's their goal

decades ago."

"You talk about them as if they were

life," said Tonks with a frown.

"That's your decision," Remus began hesitantly,

"You know this house best, but ..." The werewolf shared

a view with Sirius.

"Yes," said the animagus after a while, apparently

give it to their silent conversation, "Just because he looks

alright, that doesn't mean that there's no evil curse that

hidden within these walls. If it means calling Snivellus-if

"Remus pouted -" to be safer than sorry, I agreed,

"said Sirius. He sounded reluctant but the severity of the situation seemed to be

greater than his dislike of Snape.

He shared a glance with Tonks and the Auror whispered

two words, conjuring up his Patron. A glowing rabbit appeared and

sniffing his hair, before jumping in the air and disappearing through the wall.

It doesn't take more than three minutes until the lock on the door rings

click and the chain vibrates.

"This must be him" Tonks said as he looked at the door

go in. And he's right.

Sirius' expression darkened when Snape entered with all

the drama that comes with wearing black robes in each

occasion. The man looked at Madam Black's blank portrait at a glance,

but no one showed what he was thinking. Only later

turn to face them completely. His black eyes were fixed on Harry.

"I'm gone for almost ten minutes and you've got

trouble, Potter! I wonder why I'm still surprised."

"It's nice to meet you too" replied Harry sarcastically

he returned the man's gaze. Snape continued to listen

his comments and turned to look to Remus instead. Deaths

shift under his shirt and Harry quietly silenced the snake

that's. The thought that Snape would somehow observe the creature

like he was about to feel the bitter taste that Harry felt rose to

his throat. Harry shifted until his wide shirt fell down like that

the appearance thus no longer shows the strange bulge in which Death is coiled

beneath it.

"Did someone tell the Chief

School?" Snape asked the werewolf.

"You are our first call. We're not sure

is it something to be taken seriously. Sirius mentioned it was possible

ward," replied Remus.

"What's going on?" Snape asked as he

come close. "Remove Black. Some people should

work." work." Sirius grimaced but was dragged to

sided. "Now," Snape continued as he stopped in

in front of Harry, "Don't give me the details. I don't want to ask you

to repeat it yourself. One time listening to Potter's failures already

enough."

Harry's upper lips twitched in disgust. Always happy

peace with old acquaintances ...

"We came to the topic if a house can be connected

by someone's miracle, or vice versa if you will" Remus

embarked. "Sirius mentions blood magic may be playing so

I asked him if I could see it"

"You used a spell?" Snape asked.

"Yes," said

Lupine. "Not too complicated. Some variations of the charm of the revelio ,

but before I could do anything, Harry asked for help. Nonexistent

which shows nothing ..." Remus' wrinkle deepens and feels

guilty of controlling his expression. Snape watched him like an eagle before

I turned around to look at Harry.

"What's going on, Potter?" tanyanya, one

greasy hair fell on his eyes.

"My hands are stuck" said Harry, crossing his arms

as much as possible with Death hiding behind his shirt. Snapes

looking at him unimpressed. Harry stared back.

"Something black crept on his arm" Tonks

appending. "But it disappeared the moment he fell

faint." The black-haired professor shifted his eyes.

"He stopped breathing for a moment" Sirius

appending. He still sounds shaken. Harry's Head

jerks. That statement should not surprise him as much

that's. Death sizzled quietly behind his shirt.

Snape. "How long has he been out?"

"Maybe one minute?" Tonks guess.

"Not more than two," the werewolf added.

The ongoing interrogation while he was resolute

ignored disturbed Harry's nerves. "The ward here is weak,"

said sharp. He wants to finish this and if that means he has to

speeding this up himself, he did not mind.

Snape sneered

his black eyebrows raised. "I want to know how you are

you know, Potter," he growled and Harry's mood

it's getting worse.

"Aren't you-" Sirius began to defend his godson,

but in this situation it's the wrong place. Harry moved further

behind in his chair while a silent conversation seemed to be taking place between Remus

and Sirius, the first to silence Sirius with a glance.

"I read in my spare time, you know," Harry replied,

his eyes observed Snape's thin figure.

"I didn't realize it" the man said indifferently

nonchalantly.

　

　

Harry scowled. "If your inside feels like

sucked out of your body, you tend to connect some

point," he snaps annoyed.

Snape looked at him strangely.

Tonks flinched, and Sirius said, "Harry!"

"Why didn't you say anything?" Remus

asked and while Harry began to regret his impulsive remarks.

"Do you have black blood?" Snapes

asked and Harry could not help his confusion from being seen in the

her face.

"What?"

"Black blood. Are you related to family

Black, how far away is that?" Snape explained not

patient.

Sirius advanced

step, intervene. "Dorea Black's. My aunt married me

Potter," he said and his eyes narrowed as they continued to stare

Snapes. "But why is it important? Where are you going with this, Snape ?"

"If your ancestor, Black, uses blood magic to

tying their environment with their family members" Snape

he was talking as if he were talking to a child,

"This is a reasonable approach to consider this as

the cause of Potter's attack." He pulled out his wand and his hand

Sirius twitched, but the potion professor completely ignored him

when he turned his back.

Somewhat tensely, Harry looked at Snape who was starting to make some

complicated movements with his staff before the calming dark magic wave

swept himself.

Snape frowned and made another move, repeating

his actions, before he asked, "Where did that happen?" Him

barely let Tonks finish it as he replied before him

it's been sliding into that place. The next few minutes there was no

speaking while Snape moved along the wall, his fingers traced

the wallpaper was rough while he was muttering various spells.

Some tension came out of his body and instead of being upset, he,

Harry found himself interested.

For others it may not look much, but Harry

he looked closely at everything Snape did.

He could see how the network of wards on the wall reacted

towards the man's subtle question, his greasy dark magic sneaks into the

cracks like fog. Whenever they throb or thorn down below

his observation, Snape retreated, turning to another spell to continue

his examination. His tightly stacked layers of aura shifted each time

there was a change in the ward's reaction to his spell.

Although it takes longer than Harry's exploration in

the previous ward, it made its own effort look like it was poking at a snake

with stick.

Maybe he should have been more careful, but in the end

he was able to get out of that meeting relatively unscathed, right?

Finally Snape put away his wand and with a full expression

the attention on his face returned to them. "Indeed, as the

I guess."

"What?" Surprisingly, it was Sirius who called him

earlier.

"Black Ward

tied to your blood. It's a double-edged sword, blood magic. Your ancestors

probably never thought that all their heirs would die or

in Azkaban.. "Sharp views directed to

Sirius did not pass without a reaction. The Animagus bared his teeth in a manner that

almost like an animal." Wards - only related to the blood of heirs

which does not exist - is not based on any other means. This is not an ordinary spell

it only lost its power and faded away as time took its toll. Kind of magic

the ones used to build these wards were made to last a long time. With

nothing stabilizes them, they shrivel, weaken over time,

"Snape explained," But one of your deceased relatives,

it seems to be thinking of weaving with the characteristic features that allow them

to recover and to get back to the condition. It's a complicated job.

Very smooth, but strong. I'm sure any of you can do it, though,

even if the instructions are accessible.Most likely they have been interesting

your strength for weeks now in an attempt to slowly

recovering what was lost. "Snape stared at Sirius." But that

it says, if you're an idiot, don't try to do whatever you're causing

with your incompetent wand.waving, they may not

will never be able to stick to the boy. "Remus seemed to shrink himself

because of guilt but the wilder part of his aura expands

unnaturally. The wolf, apparently, disagrees." Potter is here only

having enough blood in her veins to be taken by

whatever spell was used at the time. And unlike you, Black, he

not recognized as a family member and they want to take it down.

""I try to do whatever you do with

waving your incompetent magic wand, they might not

will never stick to that boy." Remus seems to shrink back

because of the guilt but the wilder part in his aura expands

unnaturally. The wolf, apparently, disagreed. "Potter is here

had enough blood in his veins to be taken by whatever spell he was

used at the time. And unlike you, Black, he's not recognized as

family members and they want to take it down. ""I tried

do whatever you do by waving your wand

incompetent ones, they might never stick to a brat

that's." Remus seems to be shrinking back in guilt but part

the wilder ones in its aura expanded unnaturally. That wolf

apparently, I disagree. "Potter here has enough blood in his veins

to be taken by whatever spell was used back then. And not like

You, Black, he's not recognized as a family member and they want to

anoint him. "I'm not recognized as a family member and they feel

need to dry it. "I am not recognized as a member of the family

and they feel the need to dry it. "

"And what's going on now? Can they become

dangerous again?"

"I doubt it" said Snape and his black eyes flickered,

"Some simple charm from your side, Black, and it never will

happen. It will be too late now, but it will not be repeated

back."

"How are you so sure?" Tonks come

mix from the sidelines. Maybe a good thing, because Sirius looks

ready to jump over the man in front of him.

Snape. "Look at the boy. Is he

breathe out? Then it won't happen again. Or you think, the old ward

it wouldn't be able to drain one's life force if they needed to? From

what I saw seemed like they were going to recover their strength

preceding. Fainting, however, "Snape looked at Harry," Seems like a reaction

that's not quite right, but we're used to Potter, aren't we? "

Harry's stomach pierced the heat for the veiled humiliation

thin it. The irony of Snape accusing him of seeking attention when he

actually having been dead for a few minutes was unbelievable. And

while Harry looked at Snape with an ominous look, the ground

under his feet creaking.

"I'll tell the Headmaster about the incident

this," Snape announced temporarily from the corner of his eye, Harry noticed

the skinny cracks on the floorboard as the wood under his shoes slowly began to

rot. Harry's mind was empty. He didn't have an attack

unintentional magic for years ... It's worrying, though,

but his frustration with Snape exceeded his worries. Quickly he

calmed down and as he shifted in his seat, Death began

it slid over his body and even that wide shirt could no longer

hiding the existence of the creature.

"Death," Harry greeted the snake with

accidentally when the snake started to come out of his collar. A grin flashed

on his face when Snape jerked away and while the others did not either

spared, Snape was the one who looked paled.

Meanwhile the snake sat happily on Harry's shoulders and he

leaning back, trying to hide his satisfaction.

Apparently that didn't work, as Snape's dark eyes pierced through

pierced his eyes. "Have you recently experienced loss

a memory? Strange thoughts strike your mind-" the professor began,

but Remus interrupted immediately.

"What do you mean Harry was possessed?" She asked.

"That's a possibility."

"Just because I have a snake, now I'm the incarnation

Voldemort?" Harry asked and crossed his arms. Tonks

gasping to hear that name. Snape's eyes meanwhile were pointing at

harry's eyes.

"Stupidity seems to rule the family, so. No

Potter-," Harry raised an eyebrow, an icy calm flowing through

his limbs. But then his attention was fixed on the voice, which

almost resembles a growl. Sirius was about to jump towards Snape. Him

it seemed that even Lupin would not be able to hold it in now. Else

time, Harry will appreciate some much needed entertainment, but

right now he only needed peace and quiet to think about

everything is. He stood up, stepping between the two men who were staring at each other.

Harry glanced at Sirius and the Animagus stopped with

reluctant. Something in his godson's expression seemed to have been

tell him this is not his fight.

Harry turned to look at Snape and he remained silent

for some time, think about what he will say. Deaths

creeping slowly around his neck, the burden had already turned into something

the familiar.

　

　

"I'm not my father" said Harry quietly, but in a tone

firm on his voice. "Actually I'm pretty fed up compared to people

my old. The first thing I hear when I meet new people is I look

like James except for his eyes, which look like Lily's eyes. Pleasantly

heard it when I was eleven. Mostly because there is no

ever told me about them. Certainly not Petunia or anyone else

I met before Sirius or Remus.

Hearing about them makes them real. But they died, nothing

going to change that, "Harry looked into Snape's eyes and underneath the mask without.

his expression, there was a spark of fear. Although it should be impossible for Harry

to find out that he had loved his mother, Snape had never been so foolish

that's. "If you hate me, do it because of me and not because

my father."

Snape's eyes widened and his gaze endured a little too

long until it seemed like the remark did not affect him, before he turned around.

"I can't find anything out of the ordinary,"

snape said into the room. "But I'll keep an eye on him. If

he showed signs of being cursed, call me immediately."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief. At least that interrogation

already done.

They all stood there, awkwardly, until Remus

he said, "We will do it, Severus. Thank you." Thank you."

Snape stared at him for a moment before he nodded sharply and headed over

doorway. Just as he slammed to a close, Harry caught a movement

on it and he thought he had seen a thin thread of fleshy

quickly disappeared.

Nearly five seconds later, the first hair mop is lit up

appearing on top of the stairs, confirming his suspicion that they had been listened to.

"Hey Harry, we thought we heard a commotion" he said

George while going down the stairs. "Not a day here and already

make trouble." A naughty grin split his face

mottled.

Harry could not help but smile. He almost forgot how much

george was different when Fred was alive. "Snape mentioned the thing

similar," said Harry while Fred appeared behind his brother.

"Enough competition, George," the other twins

announcing, pretending to nod seriously, "We should improve

our game, can not allow ourselves to be defeated by skinny running

now, right?"

"But seriously," George began, "Why are you

all pulling faces like a flying crying ghost throwing up your entrails

when you're trying to throw garbage into their toilet?" He shook

itself. "Experiences I don't recommend."

"Maybe a big nose view of a prison bat downstairs

the land is what causes their problems. It causes more

from one great magician flying," Fred said to his brother as they

reach the end of the ladder.

"A scary sight to see" added

George and Sirius laughed. Even Remus gave up and a small smile appeared

on his face.

"The wall tries to eat Harry," Tonks helps

giving and the curious face of the twins immediately stuck to him.

"The wall tried to eat you?" George asked

intrigued as his gaze eagerly turned to Harry.

"Why?" Fred added, stabbing Harry with

wait to be asked.

"You're not the only one interested in hearing

her story. The others have been waiting for us to come down since dinner is already over

ready," said Remus. "If you're kind enough to pick up the others

and tell them, then we will have enough time to discuss the topic

that's."

The twins said that, though reluctant, their eyes kept staring

harry did not move to accompany them.

"Let's go down" Remus suggested, "More

we have to face Molly's anger."

Tonks made a face that showed exactly what he was

think about this idea and they all start heading for the basement.

They walked through the door at the end of the entrance hall and at the end

their narrow staircase has been captured by the twins, Ginny, Ron and Hermione

it looked like running down the stairs. They greet each other

a minute and then down to the bottom floor.

When they reached the large kitchen, Harry had arrived at the

the conclusion that he would be better off if he pushed a few things into

behind mind. At least for now. So group

they entered the room, his eyes moving to scan the new area with

old Auror habits. Smoke hangs in the air just below

narrow ceilings, Bill and Mr. Weasley sat on the other side of the table and

Mundungus was sleeping in his chair.

"Harri! Nice to meet you," said Mr. Weasley

after he jumped up and shook Harry's hand. "Molly sent

Sirius to handle the painting, I knew it was definitely not a first impression

best of this house."

Harry snorted and with a dry smile he said,

"Given that the house was trying to eat me, as would be said

Tonks, that portrait isn't the most concerning thing."

"WHAT?!" It was as if those words were calling out to him, Molly

Weasley suddenly stood beside him. "Remus, what happened

?!" u?He looked at Lupin who was having misfortune for just passing through

Harry as the crowd behind them descended to the table. Small grin

it appeared on Sirius' face as Harry caught his attention. He walked

pass them and let himself fall into the chair at the end of the table.

Meanwhile Tonks is mobbed by teenagers and seemingly only

tell the same story.

"Nobody worries too much about Molly" he said

Remus and Harry wanted to laugh because it was only a few minutes before him

it seemed to take the topic rather seriously. "There's a problem

with an old ward at home. They happened to catch Harry, but he

it's fine now. Snape came and checked it-"

"Severus is here?" Mrs Weasley turned to

Harrys. "Harry, are you okay ?!"

Harry sighed, not wanting to be fussed and

pestered with questions. "I'm fine, Mrs Weasley,"

he said and smiled that seemed to work and seemed to make it somewhat

quieter.

It happened, until Ron - who had listened to the version story

Tonks - turned to them and said, "You stopped breathing Harry

?!"

"Remus!" Mrs Weasley exclaimed in shock and turned around

facing the werewolf, who as someone he thought was responsible

the answer has failed to mention these small details.

Ron looked at Harry timidly, realizing his mistake

harry used the opportunity to pass Molly and Mr. Weasley

he also looked at Lupin with wide eyes.

He quickly moved to where Sirius was watching the entire

situation with amused expression.

"Sit down Harry" Sirius called him as he

passing their distance and pointing to the empty seat in

next to it. "You know Mundungus?"

"So did anyone mention my name? Fully agree with

Sirius," said the other witch groggily as she raised her hand,

it was as if he wanted to choose something.

"It's over, Dung, Harry's here" said

Sirius while everyone was sitting around the table.

"Huh," said Mundungus as he stared at the red hair

browned. "Celana Merlins, right? Yaahhh .. everything is fine

just with ya 'Arry?" He took out a black pipe and soon he

sitting in the middle of a smoky cloud. "I owe you an apology."

"For the last time Mundungus!" shouted Mrs

Weasley, who now turned to Tonks whom he now considers a storyteller

who was more reliable while occasionally questioning Remus. "stopped

smoking that potion in the kitchen!"

"Sorry Molly," said Mundungus

bashful. "Listen, I'm not leaving you, but there's

this one-time deal." It took a while for Harry to remember

that Mundungus should have been watching him when he was attacked by

Dementors. The memory appeared in his mind clearly, before him

pushing back.

"It's okay" said Harry in a daze, while he

looking at Sirius. His godfather seemed to be drowning in thought

something's.

Mundungus. "What kind of "snake

that?" she asked as soon as Harry looked at her, her watery eyes

fixated on Death encircling Harry's shoulder. "Looks

it costs a few Galleons." The man leaned forward with

full of interest, his hand had already reached out to touch the black scales.

A white hot rage plunged his paws into Harry's stomach,

flashing between his bare teeth as he hissed, "Don't

ever think about it." His eyes were still narrowed, temporarily

a senseless rage burned him, Harry glared at the bastard

back up and raise both hands to defend.

"Hey, relax, I'm not trying to offend you,

or whatever," said Mundungus in self-defense. Death sizzles out slowly

and he crept down Harry's shoulder and passed through his arm until he

really rest on the table. Harry moved his hand

so that it covers the smooth body part of the snake. Death encircles the wrist

his hands, eyes without pupils focused on Mundungus whose gaze was on him

it was flashing between him and the snake. The man moved to lean in

his chair, occasionally glanced at them strangely.

Apparently, Sirius did not pay much attention to Harry's conversation and

Mundunguses. But silence seems to cause him to eliminate

his mood was somber and he turned to Harry. "And how

your summer?" he asked, looking at Death almost the same

it is covered with Mundungus, although probably for different reasons.

At Sirius's question, two strings of memories came to mind

Harrys. On the one hand, there were weeks with the Dursely family, spent

on hard ground to listen to the news and on the other hand - just as slow

- the memory of the days that blurred into the moon\, lives within

a monotonous indifference before his return-encounters

Deaths. "Suffering" answered Harry.

"Well, I don't know why you're complaining" he said

Sirius and a faint smile appeared on his face, "Personally, attack

A dementor would be a welcome distraction from a life that

boring here. I haven't left home in months. Blessings

Wormtail, Voldemort knows that I'm an animagus. I'm not really

getting used to the order now, at least that was what Dumbledore thought

and if I get caught again .... "He was silent and shadowing seemed

darkened face.

Harry watched her attentively. She can

connect with Sirius more than ever. Only facing Death

for the second time it had freed him from the sensation of being stuck on the spot

where each meaningless day flows into the next day that feels

same.

Like his endless journey beside the train tracks

the empty fire in that purgatory-like place, his life felt like

the infinite round. Nothing can take away that feeling

settled in his brain, like an itch that he couldn't scratch or numb, he said,

whatever he tried.

And Sirius experienced the same thing as Harry, which was trapped

in a place where there is nothing to relieve the boredom slowly

flow into every gap. "Then" Harry found

she said as she looked at Sirius' face - "a demon with

that!"

"Harry!" Mrs Weasley exclaimed and Harry turned his head

just sec. If the tone of his voice is beyond doubt, Remus has succeeded

underestimating the previous problem with the ward clinging to its magic.

"Well, that's right" Harry murmured and looked at Sirius

once more. Meanwhile Lupin hands Mrs Weasley over to his device and

walking towards them, while the witch was heading towards the soup that was cooked inside

a big pot on the fire. "He can't keep you from leaving the house

from time to time" Harry continued, greeting his godfather.

"Go grab a cigarette, walk around like a dog. Shit, go to the bar. This

your house! You choose whether you leave it and you choose who you are

wanting to stay here," Sirius noticed him, as if he didn't

never seen him in his life. Meanwhile, Remus had passed the distance and

sit next to them. He catches the end of Harry's speech and listens

with a frown on his face. Harry's fingers involuntarily caressed the scales of Death

while the snake was lazily pressing down to touch him.

"Not that I told you to walk through Diagon

Alley," added Harry. "Visit the muggle club for all that I

care. You can change your appearance, there's enough spells for that."

With a quick glance at Remus who was still wearing a ripped expression, Harry

adding, "And bringing Lupin with you, he seems like he can

use pleasure!" The werewolf gaped at Harry who

smirked. Sirius had raised his eyebrows. "Kingsley leads the division

against you, he can easily continue to lead everyone in that direction

wrongful. And if you look, it's bad luck" said Harry grimly.

"But you can always start hiding again, even if you

lock yourself in this house for another four months, you might

doing something easier is reckless than coming out at the end

weeks."

"Knowing Sirius, you might be right," Remus said

eventually.

"And you can really have fun" Sirius

adding with a grin. The werewolf smiled and Sirius

laughed as he grabbed to pat Remus on the back.

Harry watched their interaction with the eyebrows

uplifted. Something is happening that seems to fail to be understood by

the younger version. But before he could dig deep, he

interrupted by Fred and George who have lured a giant pot filled with soup,

a glass of butter beer and a few knives, which now shot straight towards

them. Sirius and Remus duck under the table, but Harry

stop over. Panic flooded his senses as he looked where it went wrong

one knife leads.

In a blink of an eye Harry plucked it out of the air. Almost

an inch above where Death curled up in his snake form.

Thank goodness no one noticed, because Mrs Weasley

immediately shouted, "JUST BECAUSE YOU WERE ALLOWED TO USE MAGIC, NO

MEANS THAT YOU HAVE TO USE IT FOR EVERY SINGLE THING"

Only now did Harry feel the sting in his hand where

a faint red line flowed down his palm. Bloods. Rapidly

he took off his sword and took Death. Relieved he sighed

tremblingly. His fingers traced the scaly surface of the skin

Deathless. The black snake stuck its same black tongue in and out

out, smelling Harry's bloody palm. Subsequent to

the first few quiet breaths, Harry's gaze fixed on the bloody blade

that's. How could he catch it so easily? Even with

his seeker reflexes, it was an almost impossible feat. Harry frowned

brow looked at the black snake that was innocently creeping towards him.

"Merlin- Harry!" Sirius said after him

emerging from under the table and looking at the wound on his palm.

"I must have deceived myself, when I

pull him off the table" Harry lied.

"Here, let

I saw your hand" said Remus and he touched the wound with the tip

his wand. An episkey muttered later

pieces missing.

Mrs Weasley still said, "- NOT ACHIEVING EVERYTHING;

PERCY-" he stopped in his speech.

Clumsyly they began to eat. Harry vaguely remembered

Percy has not been too interested in his family for some time

the time. Eventually the tension disappeared, and the conversation began

escalated. Bill was talking to Mr. Weasley and Lupin about the relationship

between the goblins and the humans, Tonks comforts Ginny and Hermione by transforming

his appearance and Mundungus tell a story to the twins and Ron.

Harry turned his head as Death crept on his arm, settling in

around his neck and partly under his shirt. "I'm glad you're

fine," he found himself whispering, not quite knowing why, but,

but felt the truth ring in his words.

"I'm Death" said Death and Harry

got a vague tingling sensation. "I can't be killed."

Harry snorted, somehow feeling embarrassed and upset over

the creature's response. "good. I won't mention it

again." Harry stopped when he saw Sirius watching him

curiosity. Fortunately, at this time, there was another person greeting the man

that's.

"Sirius," Mrs Weasley started out in a tense voice,

after he turned away from Mundungus and then looked at Sirius with a gaze

the same dark one, "There may be a boggart at the table in the living room. Possibly

we have to let Mad-Eye take it. Look at that. And the curtains there are full

with docar, you know. I think we can start cleaning it tomorrow. "

"Before him," said Sirius cynically and encouraged

the plate is empty. His gaze was fixed on Mrs Weasley for a moment before

he turned to look at Harry. "Actually Harry, you

surprised me. I hope you ask a thousand questions about Voldemort

once you get here."

The atmosphere in the room turned cold.

Harry looked at Sirius and a small grin appeared

her face. "I'm kind of busy, trying not to get killed by your house,

Sirius." His godfather's mouth twitched and Harry

continue, "But now that you mention it"

"Harry's too young for that" Mrs Weasley

interjects. His hands were clenched, his knuckles white.

"From when you should be in place to

ask questions?" Sirius retorted boldly, his gray eyes pointing to the

the red-haired woman. "He deserves to-"

"Hey, how, Harry can ask you a question and we

no ?!" Fred asked angrily.

"You're too young, you're not a member

the order!" George imitates Mrs Weasley, "Harry hasn't even turned seven

twelve!"

"It's not my fault, no one told you, what

carried out that order. It was your parents' decision. Harry on the other side,"

Sirius.

"It's not your choice to decide what's good for

Harry," said Mrs Weasley, a dangerous glint in her eyes as she stared

Sirius.

Meanwhile Harry leaned further up the table,

crossed arms. He followed the conversation with raised eyebrows. Deaths

hissing softly. "I don't think you've forgotten what was said

Dumbledore?" Mrs Weasley said. Harry grunting.

"What do you mean Molly?" Sirius asked

and Harry was impressed by the dangerous tone in his voice.

"That Harry only hears, what should he

look," he said.

Ginny, her brother, and Hermione looked over from Mrs

Weasley to Sirius and back again. Remus' eyes were fixed on his friend.

"I don't intend to tell him any more than he did

know, Molly," replied Sirius. "But as the person who

witnessing Voldemort's return, he has a right, more than

mostly-"

"He's not a member of the Order of the Phoenix!" mrs

Weasley's. "He was only fifteen and-"

"And he made it through more than most members of the order.

And with more than some of them can claim about themselves

they're on their own."

A grin appeared on Harry's face as he thought about

Moody's.

"No one doubts what he has

do it!" Mrs Weasley said her hands were clenched. Deaths

wrap Harry's arm now. "But he's still-"

"He's not a child anymore" Sirius said with

coarse.

"But he's not an adult!" Mrs Weasley said

his voice rose, "He's not James, Sirius!" Mrs Weasley

said. It seems to have reached a certain point and Harry is now

more than aware, why Sirius was so wise before.

"I'm well aware of who he is, Molly. Thank you,"

sirius said coldly, and Harry could not help but compare it to the version

Draco Malfoy is older. The boy could also look at someone

this cold. After all, his mother was a black man.

"I'm not so sure about that. Sometimes you

talk about him, as if you were thinking, that your best friend has

back back! Harry is not his father, just like them" Molly said at a glance.

to Harry. The twins shared their views. Harry suddenly

wondering if they caught his little quarrel with Snape

preceding. Lupin moved uncomfortably in his chair and glanced at him at a glance. "She

still in school," continued Mrs Weasley - "And the adults who

take responsibility for him, don't forget that!"

Harry is quite aware of the irony that during his school years

there may be more effort done in his life than during

half a decade of Auror duty.

“Do you say that I am the godfather who

irresponsible?“ Sirius' magic spiraled furiously, developing

sharp nails throughout the body.

"I say, that you're known to act rashly, you know,

Sirius, which is why Dumbledore always tells you to stay in

home and-“

"Dumbledore's rule to me has nothing to do with

here, I'll say so!" Sirius answered. During a fight

continuing, Harry felt himself leaning more towards Sirius and the sense of

frustration seemed to flow on him. He likes Sirius. In a few hours

since his arrival with nothing more than echoes of his previous feelings

connecting him with people, he had found someone who was corner

he can see it he understands. Death seemed to feel his mood

declining as he could feel the snake's body stiffening, his eyes became

smart as his head pointed towards Mrs Weasley, quietly hissing in line

harry's mind was getting darker.

"Arthur!" Mrs Weasley said looking over

her husband's. "Arthur, say something!" Mr. Weasley was silent on

at first, and Harry was impressed by his calmness. He took off his glasses, though,

clean it with his robe and then put it back on. New

then he started talking.

"Dumbledore knows that the situation has changed, Molly. Him

want Harry, now he's at the base, to be told some things up to the point

certain."

"But that doesn't mean that someone invited him to

ask him everything he wants to know!"

"I, personally" Remus began calmly

while Mrs Weasley turned to look at her in hopes of finding her

supporters - "I think it would be better if Harry heard about the facts

- not all of them - by us and not some twisted version of the other.

" He glanced at Fred and George.

"Well," said Mrs Weasley gasping, gasping,

"Well .. so, I lost the vote. I just wanted to say something: If

Dumbledore didn't want Harry to know too much, he had to have a reason and

as someone who only wants the best for Harry - "

"He's not your son" Sirius said softly.

"But it's that good!" The answer. "Who else is

she had?" Mrs Weasley.

"He has me!" Sirius replied angrily

and Death hissing. And Harry could see that surprisingly

not only was Sirius angered by the statement, if he had to follow

the growl inside that he felt came from the wolf inside Remus' skin.

"Yes," said Mrs Weasley, "the problem, it's very difficult

for you to take care of him while you're sitting in Azkaban, right?” Sirius jumped and

Harry felt the need to step in. It is time he spoke to

himself and listening to this conversation slowly lost power

pull it.

"Enough" said Harry coldly, but he did not shout.

But maybe this is just the scary part because Sirius is slumping back

to his chair and Mrs Weasley paled. Everyone looked at him. "with

all due respect, Mrs Weasley. It's not your decision to decide what

I'll hear, just like it wasn't Dumbledore's decision." Whole

the room is listening. "I found myself siding with Sirius

here, and not for any reason you might all think of," said

Harry and looked at Ron's mother. "Mrs Weasley, you only know me about two

more years than Sirius. You let me stay with you in

vacation, feed me and even give me gifts for Christmas - and I

appreciate it - but it doesn't give you the right to vote for my life. "

Harry looked at his folded hands and went back up

slow but sharp now. "Sirius knows that I'm not my father. But

I don't judge him, if he confuses me or if he does

act rashly. Because he lived in Azkaban for twelve years, which

it'll drive everyone a little crazy!" Mrs Weasley's getting paled and

the others looked at Harry. He turned around to talk to everyone

now it's. "But most importantly, I won't be sitting here, temporarily

you talk like I'm not even here. You should be a person

mature here and until you decide what you really want

tell me, I'll bed."He turned around to talk

with everyone now. "But most importantly, I won't sit down

here, while you talk like I'm not even here. Ye

it should be an adult here and until you decide what it really is

want you to tell me, I'm going to bed."He turned around for

talk to everybody now. "But most importantly, I don't

gonna sit here, while you talk like I'm not even here.

You should be an adult here and until you decide what

the truth is you want to tell me, I'm going to bed."

Harry

stand up. He stretched out his hand and mostly to see all

the person gasped once again he said, "Come," until

Die.

Harry felt the creature was amused. The shape of the snake slithered

his hand and Harry lifted him up until the snake was once again in the

his shoulders and walked away from the table. He hesitated for a moment when he

reach the door and then turn around. Everyone looked at him. While

holding back a grin he said, "You know, you're actually quite brave

to assume that I knew nothing about Voldemort's plan. Again

anyway, I have a vault full of money and an owl that can send

letters." On his puzzled face he was met with a sharp smile appearing on

harry's face.

And before anyone understood the meaning of his words, he

leave room.