Harry Potter and the Fight of the Remaining Horcrux
Harry opened one eye as the sun flooded through the curtains and he rolled over and was now facing Ron’s bed. He managed to open both eyes as he sat up and put his glasses on. He looked over to Ron who seemed to be awakening himself.
“Morning” Ron mumbled under his breath. He had never been a morning person.
“Morning” Harry said, with a smile and a half drugged voice.
Neither of them mentioned about their company that night as they both continued to get changed into their cloths. Both knowing very well about each other and Ron wasn’t very happy about his sister.
They both made their way down the stairs and into the kitchen which seemed to be filled with half of Hogwarts.
“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” Everyone shouted with smiles plastid on their faces. Harry wasn’t 100% convinced they were real or enforced.
Mrs Weasley hushed everyone around the table to have a birthday breakfast, which turned into a lunch because of the late time.
Harry was grateful of the idea, but some how he felt it was going to be harder to talk to everyone before he leaves. Apart of him wished he had gone at 12 sharp last night. Harry relised that he couldn’t of, after all the holidays, thinking about what he was going to do he had no idea where he was heading off to.
As everyone sat around the room having their own indicial conversations, Mr Weasley came over to Harry.
“Harry my dead boy. How are you?” He asked, as he took a seat next to him.
“Hello. I’m fine Thanks. Yourself? How’s the ministry?”
“Oh, I’m fine Harry, just fine. Work, work, work!”
Harry laughed slightly and then felt an awkward moment between them.
“Look, Harry there’s something … we need to talk about. Do you mind coming up stairs?” He asked, and Harry went white.
Oh god, he thought. He knows about Ginny and me. Oh no.
But never the less, Harry followed My Weasley upstairs and into a small room which Arthur occasionally used to work in.
“Now Harry. I know everything has been … hard … for you over the last couple of years, and I have a fair idea of what you’re going to be going through this year. There’s someone … some people, that I think you should talk to before you leave today!” Harry gave a small nod, trying to think of who it might be.
The door opened to the room slowly and a tall man walked in. He looked skinny and very weak. His right arm was a dark purple color and it hung lifeless by his side. He had a grey beard that came down to his stomach where he was wearing robes.
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Harry Potter and the Fight of the REmaining Horcrux
“Professor Dumbledore?” Harry said, in total disbelief. His eyes were wide open and for many seconds he forgot to breath.
“Harry my dear boy, Harry.” The man said, standing in the doorway. Harry looked up at Mr Weasley for guidance and got a small nod of reassurance.
Harry stood up as Dumbledore moved forward. As he walked through the room, he walked straight through a box that was sitting on the ground.
“What the – “Harry started to say but then clicked. “Professor … you’re a ghost?”
“Ah, yes I am Harry. And I don’t recommend it; it takes a great deal of time to get use to. All the times I’ve gone to eat ‘Bearty Botts every flavored Bens’ and been unable to pick them up, I couldn’t count on my fingers.”
“But if you came back as a ghost why didn’t Sirius?” Harry wondered, as he missed his God Father more than anyone. He was like a father to him, and it hurt so much to say goodbye.
“You see Harry, sometimes people wait …”
“Wha – “
Dumbledore moved over to his right and Harry moved his eyes back to the already open doorway. A man was soon visible in the doorway. His long shaggy hair fell over his face and in his eyes. You could see his green eyes with fire and life burning in them with the sight of Harry. He wore worn cloths which were both dirty and torn.
Harry couldn’t bring himself to speak, to move, to breathe. After all this time, of praying, Sirius was standing in the same room as him.
“Harry” Sirius half whispered across the room and tears filled his eyes. No matter if Harry was trying or not, he could not move. He was stuck. Tears came to his already shocked eyes and as he continued to stare at his God Father.
Sirius moved quite fast across the room, walking through the same box as Dumbledore had. He was several feet away from Harry when he stopped.