A/n- Ok I need to clear some things up. They are acting out of character. I know they are. The way Harry is acting, not really acting like Sirius is dead, well I feel he would still be in denial about the whole thing. When you lose someone you love that is that close to you, you live in denial a long time. You expect them to call you or walk through the door at any moment. Some people live like that for years others only days. It all depends on how the person was lost and your emotional state at the time.
I know what I'm talking about. I lost a great friend in a car crash. I still think she's going to call and ask if I want to go to the movies or out shopping.
It's the same way with Harry. Sirius fell through a veil. He didn't get to say goodbye or watch him grow old. Plus I don't think Harry really thinks Sirius is dead. So it's very fare to think that he's just not dealing with. There will be a time when he does come to terms with it and when that happens it's not going to be pretty. He will lose it. That's how Harry has dealt with things in the past and that's how I feel he will deal with that.
Hermione will be there to pick up the pieces when that happens. And she knows, because she is smart enough and knows how Harry is, that the best thing for Harry is to make sure that he is ok but to also let him deal with this in his own way. Until it gets to the point it's unhealthy and then she would step in.
That's how I'm writing it. Harry will come to terms with everything that happened at the end of the fifth book but it will take time and some other outside forces. *wink, wink*
Well I just wanted to clear that up because a few of you had said something about it in your review.
On with the chapter!
Chapter 3
So you're staying
Harry and Hermione walked down the stairs to tell the Dursleys that she would be staying the night. They found Uncle Vernon and Dudley sitting at the kitchen table while Aunt Petunia fixed dinner.
"I just thought I'd let you know that Hermione will be spending the night because her dad got caught in meetings and won't be able to pick us up till tomorrow." Harry watched as Uncle Vernon's face turned red and Dudley nearly fell out of his chair.
"Do you think I would let another one of you stay in this house?"
"Harry, it's okay, we don't have to stay here tonight."
"Well, that's the first smart thing you've said." Uncle Vernon's face was now turning back to its normal pink.
"Harry, if you don't mind, can I borrow Hedwig so I can write Moody and ask him to come and get us? Now I will have to tell him to use a muggle way to get us so that might mean that Tonks and Lupin would have to come too. Oh wait, Lupin might not be able to come because of the full moon, that's all we need is a werewolf to come and get us."
"What do you mean by muggle and werewolf?" Uncle Vernon's face went very pale as he spoke, Aunt Petunia stopped cooking, and Dudley sank even lower down in his chair.
"Oh `muggle' means non-magic; you see my parents are muggles and my dad would have picked us up in his car. I don't know how Moody would get us, might use brooms."
"Or he might use floo powder," Harry added, knowing full well they knew what he was talking about.
"Yes that's true. And Professor Lupin is a werewolf, bit as a child, but a very nice man when there isn't a full moon. He tried to attack Harry and me in our third year, but that was because he hadn't had the potion to keep him calm. Well, let me go and write Moody."
Hermione started to walk out of the room when Uncle Vernon stopped her.
"Now, we wouldn't want any of that coming here. You can sleep in Harry's room, and you can sleep in your old room."
"No."
"What did you say to me, boy?" Uncle Vernon's face went from pale to red in a matter of seconds.
"I said no because I'm not going to sleep under the stairs while Hermione is upstairs. It might not be safe for her." Harry stared at Dudley as he spoke. "So I will sleep in my room with her."
"I will not have the two of you sleeping in the same bed." Uncle Vernon's face was now purple.
"I didn't say we would sleep in the same bed. I'll sleep on the cot."
"Well, now that that's settled, Harry, why don't you and I go out to dinner and then come back and go to sleep." Hermione had started talking before Uncle Vernon could say no to this idea. "My treat, Harry. I need to get my bag, and you should change your shirt."
With that, Harry and Hermione turned and went back to Harry's room. After they entered Harry's bedroom, Hermione shut the door.
"I can't believe that worked," Hermione sighed.
Harry looked over at her. He knew that if they hadn't had a plan, she wouldn't have been able to stay the night.
"Are you sure you want me to stay in here with you tonight?"
"Of course I do. I wouldn't have asked you, Harry, if I didn't mean it. Plus, I'm worried that if I'm up here and you're downstairs, Dudley might try something. So what are you going to wear?"
"I don't know, which do you think?" Harry held up two shirts, one black and the other a red and gold rugby shirt.
"Wear the black one. It will bring out the color in your eyes."
"Okay." Harry took off the shirt he had on, threw it in his trunk, and then pulled on the black one.
Hermione watched as Harry changed, noticing what good shape he was in. Then again, it had been over a year since she had seen him without a shirt off and he was growing up; they both were.
"Ready to go?"
"Yeah how far do we have to walk?"
"One block up, ten over."
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