The Betrothal

He makes it up to the second floor and walks to the door on the right hand side. He considers knocking before shrugging and opening the door. He spots Ron sitting on one of the two beds in the room whilst Hermione is sitting on the floor surrounded by open books and parchment.

“Doing Ron’s homework, Hermione?” Harry asks.

“Harry!”

“Mate!” 

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Harry’s POV

Harry can’t help the warm feeling that grows in his chest at their excitement at seeing him. But it doesn’t change the fact that he’s angry they didn’t write to him at all for the whole summer and have instead been allowed to spend that time together without him. Honestly, Harry is feeling a little more than just anger, jealous would be a good descriptor for the way he’s feeling too.

He barely has a chance to look around the dark, dank bedroom. He has a feeling he’s going to be forced to share with Ron, because of the double bed and Ron’s clothes messily thrown everywhere. Before Hermione is throwing herself into his arms.

“Harry! Ron, he’s here, Harry’s here! We didn’t hear you arrive! Oh how are you? Are you alright? I am so sorry that I haven’t been able to write to you all summer but I have read every letter you’ve sent. And! And I’ve been writing my own in reply, I just haven’t been allowed to send them to you. I’m so sorry.” Hermione rambles at him.

It takes a second for Harry to parse through Hermione’s words and he has to admit that they calm him down a bit. They don’t extinguish his anger completely but it’s nice to know that Hermione has been thinking and worrying about him. Before Harry has a chance to say anything however, Hermione continues on.

“Oh and we heard about the dementors! And then the ministry with that stupid hearing and trying to kick you out of school for protecting yourself. The nerve of those people. You can’t expel someone for protecting their own life! And then I hear that they also want to snap your wand, can you imagine it Harry, being without magic for the rest of your life?” Hermione huffs.

“Oi! Hermione, give him a moment to breathe.” Ron suddenly cuts in.

Harry looks over at Ron to find the boy rolling his eyes at Hermione behind her back. The very action makes Harry feel both protective and bad for Hermione. She deserves friends that won’t mock her behind her back. Harry remembers doing the same with Ron and feels guilt at his past actions. He’ll never do it again, he promises. He’ll never make Hermione feel bad for being herself.

“It’s good to see you Hermione.” Harry tells the girl in front of him with a smile on his face.

“It’s good to see you too and I really am so sorry that we couldn’t reply to your letters but Dumbledore made us promise…” Hermione starts.

“Not to.” Harry finishes for her. “Small question though, since when did we start doing what adults say?”

Hermione takes a small step back as she seems to be able to read into his tone that he isn’t happy with them. She looks upset at the notion and it makes Harry feel bad but he needs to start pointing out to them that Dumbledore isn’t some great authority figure that they must always listen to unthinkingly. He must teach them to think for themselves before they end up like the order, or the ministry or worse, his parents.

“Mate, I know we don’t always listen to the adults around us but only for the greater good.” Ron defends himself.

“So making sure that your friend, who had to watch someone die in front of them, is doing okay isn’t for the greater good?” Harry questions.

“That’s not what he means Harry.” Hermione jumps in quickly before Ron can put his foot in his mouth. “It’s just Dumbledore said…”

“Hermione, Dumbledore isn’t the be-all and end-all. He’s one singular man, he can make mistakes and bad decisions. It is up to you guys as my friends to decide whether or not listening to him is actually in my best interest. And I need both of you to realise that this time you chose wrong.” Harry explains.

“Oh Harry…” Hermione starts but ends up getting interrupted yet again.

How often does that happen? Is Hermione constantly getting talked over? Harry didn’t think so, it’s usually Hermione doing all the talking. Except…is it really? Harry doesn’t get the chance to continue down this line of thought as Ron’s words register in his brain.

“Dumbledore is a great man! We were doing the right thing!” Ron starts off, loud and yelling, “the house is under the Fidelius charm! We can’t send letter without risking someone finding the place Harry!”

“If that were an issue you wouldn’t have kept sending Hedwig back empty clawed and your dad wouldn’t have sent his letter to me. So thats a lie. Try again.” Harry argues.

“Well Dumbledore said that it was for your own safety!” Ron yells.

“Well…” Dumbledore’s a liar, Harry doesn’t say, “where was the idea to protect my safety when he made me compete in the goblet of fire?”

“He couldn’t have done anything to fix that!” Ron screams.

Harry almost, almost gives the whole thing up by pointing out that Dumbledore was his magical guardian and absolutely could have done something about it. Thankfully though the door opens as two loud gunshot like noises go off and in walks Ginny, with the twins appearing in the room a couple of seconds before her. Upon seeing him, Ginny’s face lights up and she smiles shyly at him.

Harry keeps his focus on the twins, he really can’t deal with Ginny’s crush at the moment, not after everything he’s learnt.

“What’s all-“

“-the yelling-“

“-about?” the twins say in their usual way.

Most consider the way the twins talk to be confusing or annoying, Harry has never felt that way. He’s always enjoyed the way they speak, the amount of effort that must have gone in to learning to speak like that was impressive. Either that or twin magic was a thing, in which case it’s still impressive just in a completely different way.

“None of your business.” Ron huffs in anger.

Ron has never liked that the twins got sorted into Slytherin and ‘ruined’ his families perfect Gryffindor reputation. Harry himself always had difficulty trusting the twins. He’d liked them, enjoyed their pranks even when they were on the Gryffindor’s and thought they were genuinely nice people, but he couldn’t trust them. Now he knows it’s because of the charms and spells and such, so he hopes he’ll be able to have a better relationship with the twins.

“No actually this is their business too. We were just talking about how despite sending many letters to those I consider friends and family, I received none back. Thoughts? Comments?” Harry inquires glibly.

“We’re sorry Harry.” George starts.

“We wanted to send you letters.” Fred continues.

“Especially about how the money you gave us was being used as our investor.” George nods.

Harry is actually surprised he was even able to give them the money from the tournament but he supposes that he was likely out of it enough that the spells and charms were hazy and less in control than usual. Harry read that it’s harder for manipulative spells and the like, to stay in control during moments of great emotional upheaval.

“And because you’re like a little brother to us.” Fred adds.

“But Dumbledore said it was for your own safety.” George informs.

“So mum has been keeping an extra close eye on us.” Fred explains.

“And as a result…” George sighs.

“…no letters.” Fred finishes.

“I forgive you. You too Hermione.” Harry says.

“What about me!” Ron yells.

“You haven’t actually apologised to Harry.” Hermione points out.

“There is nothing to apologise for, we were just doing as we were told.” Ron snaps.

“If you don’t want to apologise, that’s your choice but that means it’s my choice on whether I’m angry with you or not.” Harry points out before sighing. “So, what is this ‘Order of the Phoenix’?”

Harry knows that he’s supposed to be loyal to the group. He knows his parents were likely part of the group. What he doesn’t know is literally everything else and that is concerning. How is he supposed to fight against something that he has no knowledge of? How is he supposed to protect himself and those that he cares about without any knowledge about who or what he’s fighting against.

“The Order is a secret society that Dumbledore created to help defeat you-know-who.” Hermione answers with a clinical kind of certainty.

“Yeah, your parents were part of it, way back when.” Ron adds.

“So it’s a vigilante group. That’s so cool!” Harry says with fake excitement.

He knows the moment his words have worked because of the way Hermione’s nose scrunches up slightly and her eyes go from distant to slight horror. Bingo.

“So, what do the group do exactly? How do they fight against you-know-who?” Harry inquires.

“That’s the problem, we don’t know. They are being really secretive about everything.” George informs.

“George and I even invented these extendable ears, so we could listen in but mum found out and ever since they’ve been putting up silencing charms.” Fred huffs.

“Extendable ears?” Harry checks.

Instead of answering or explaining, the twins both pull out these realistic looking ears that proceed to start doing exactly as advertised and extend.

“Huh.” Harry says. “Can I assume you’ll be trying to sell some of your inventions throughout the school year?”

“Of course.” The twins say in unison with shark like smiles on their faces.

Harry gets the feeling that the school year is going to be very eventful at least where the twins are involved. Hopefully, only where the twins are involved but he knows that wish is unlikely.

“Do we know who’s part of this Order?” Harry questions, bringing the topic back.

“Sirius, Remus, our parents, the people that brought you here, a few people I don’t know…and Snape.” Ron answers.

“Snape? Really?” Harry reacts, startled, just as everyone would expect him too.

“I know!” Ron exclaims with a smile and a pat on the back.

It causes the healing wounds on Harry’s back to twinge and ache. Something must show on his face because the twins move in between him and Ron in a move that seems casual and only he and Hermione really pick up on.

“Bill joined the order and Charlie is considering joining too.”Ginny suddenly informs.

“Bill’s here?” Harry inquires, as if he doesn’t already know that Bill is in the country. 

God he hopes Bill hasn’t told anyone about his visit to the bank. Harry knows that Bill said he wouldn’t and Harry had trusted that but if Bill stopped the job he loves just to join the Order then can Harry really trust his word?

“Yeah, and Charlie just needs to wrap some stuff up at work before coming too.” Ron explains before his face turns gloomy. “Percy refused to join and left the family.”

Harry watches the way the twins carefully don’t react to Ron’s words whilst Ginny just nods along to her brother’s words. He gets the feeling something more is happening there so he gently prods to see what more information he can get.

“Left the family?” Harry queries.

“Yeah, mum wanted Percy to join the Order now that he’s left school and Percy said that he couldn’t because of his job at the ministry or something. It was a ridiculous excuse and mum called him out for it because if dad can join and still work at the ministry then so can he. Percy disagreed saying his job was more important than dads which angered mum more. Mum said some stuff and then Percy called Dumbledore a liar and a fool.” Ron explains animatedly.

“Mum kicked him out after that.” Fred informs.

“Mum didn’t kick him out, he left.” Ginny denies. “And even if mum did kick him out he’s a liar and an idiot anyway for believing the Daily Prophet.”

Harry makes the decision that he’s going to send a letter to Percy to see what was going on from his end. Granted he doesn’t know Percy as well as he knows the rest of Ron’s siblings. But he still knows him well enough to know that Percy wouldn’t get Bill to come home because of family drama unless it was absolutely necessary. And the fact that it sounds like Molly kicked him out of the family because of Dumbledore, that has red flags popping up in Harry’s mind.

“What do you mean? What are the Daily Prophet saying?” Harry inquires having not gotten the ridiculous paper.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly becomes awkward as everyone eyes him with worry. Harry gets a sinking feeling in his gut that whatever is about to be revealed will not be good.

“What?” Harry sighs.

“Well, you see Harry…” Hermione trails off as she looks at him with a mixture of uncertainty and pity. “After Cedric’s death and you-know-who being brought back to life, Dumbledore decided to sound the alarms basically. He’s been trying to get the Ministry to take the news seriously and start making preparations to go against him. But well, they don’t believe him and as the Daily Prophet is owned by the Ministry they’ve been spreading lies and slander about both of you.”

“Both of us? Why? I haven’t said anything.” Harry asks, for a moment his mask slips as genuine surprise makes itself known.

Harry never said anything about Voldemort being back. At least not in public, he only told Dumbledore in private as he wasn’t sure who he could trust at the time. 

“That’s not what Dumbledore has been telling people, Harry.” George informs.

“And people are, what? Not believing that Dumbledore is telling the truth about you-know-who but is telling the truth about me? What exactly are they saying?” Harry inquires.

“Hold on.” Hermione says before walking towards her bag.

She opens it and pulls out the newspaper before opening it and showing it to him.

The Boy-Who-Lies

The headline reads. Harry scoffs as he pulls the newspaper out of Hermione’s hands to read the article. The article goes on and on about how Harry must be looking for attention and that’s the reason he’s come up with this outlandish story. At no point do they even mention Dumbledore or the fact that they haven’t actually spoken to him for a comment. They are just straight up lying that it’s Harry spreading this rumour of Voldemort being alive.

This knowledge makes some of Harry’s letters with his lawyer make even more sense. He’d previously thought the man was just mentioning the newspaper articles that Rita Skeeter had written during the tournament. But this, oh this. Harry is going to have such fun having his lawyer crush the Daily Prophet and Rita Skeeter. Once they realise that it’s the Potter’s that own the majority share of the paper, he’ll expect a front page apology and retraction of this article and any others they have written.

But first Harry needs to read through the contract and then sign it. Once that’s done, the Daily Prophet are going to wish they’d done their diligence, oh well, not Harry’s issue. Harry looks up from the paper and realises that everyone in the room is looking at him, probably expecting him to explode in anger like he would have previously. Harry isn’t sure he could even fake that convincingly. Luckily, though the voice of Molly Weasley calling out that it’s time for dinner distracts them all.

The twins apparate out of the room and likely downstairs considering the startled shout and then scolding that comes from their mother. Ginny being the closest one to the door leaves next with Ron running not far behind her. Harry and Hermione leave at a more sedate pace. As a result they are further back from the rest of them.

“Are you okay? Do we need to ask the adults to get any bruise cream?” Hermione asks quietly.

“No, I uh I may have bruise cream already.” Harry tells her carefully.

He loves Hermione like a sister and he really wants to trust her but he’s worried about her need to trust authority figures and the possibility of Dumbledore skimming her thoughts. Maybe he should drop that piece of knowledge, he’s certain that Hermione would hate the idea of someone being able to read her thoughts and would learn occlumency within a matter of weeks.

“How?” Hermione inquires.

“Bought it before the summer break.” Harry half lies.

It was bought with his money, just not by him or before the summer, but Hermione doesn’t need to know that.

“If it’s not bruising that’s causing you pain then…” Hermione sighs, her face looks like the very thought of what else could be causing Harry pain is causing her pain too.

“It’s healing Hermione, thank you for caring for me though.” Harry gives her a small smile in gratitude.

“Always.” Hermione returns the smile.

They make it down the stairs and stop as they see Tonks standing in front of the door to the dining room. They all stand there looking at each other for a bit before Tonks seems to realise she’s blocking the way.

“Oh, sorry guys.” She says sheepishly.

Tonks moves to the right and proceeds to immediately knock over an umbrella holder. The racket makes the nearest painting wake up and immediately start screaming. The screams are filled with words like ‘half-breeds’, ‘mudbloods’ and ‘blood traitors’ being in their home. The woman in the painting looks very familiar to him with her grey eyes, black semi-curly hair and…those cheek bones…

“Shut up! Shut up you old hag!” Sirius yells as he walks out from the dining room and closes the curtains in front of the painting. 

The moment the curtains are closed the yelling and screaming becomes muffled and Sirius sighs in relief.

“Sorry.” Tonks apologises before she makes her way into the dining room.

“Was that…sorry just um…is she related to you Sirius?” Harry inquires as he points to the curtains.

“That, Harry, was my mother. You are currently staying in my childhood home. Welcome.” Sirius sighs.

“You were raised here?” Harry perks up, he’d love to learn more about Sirius.

“No, no, no, no. I was raised in the Potter Manor with your father. This is just were I slept.” Sirius informs before he immediately changes the subject. “Come on, foods on the table and if we don’t get there in time in certain that your friend will have eaten everything.”

Sirius proceed to round up Harry and Hermione and walk them away from the muffled screams and curses and into the dining room. Harry finds several people already sitting down at the table. There is Ron, Ginny and the twins, obviously, but there is also Arthur Weasley, Remus Lupin and Tonks. It surprises him that Tonks is still here, he’d thought she’d have left with the rest of the Order.

Hermione takes a seat which seems to have been left empty for her by Ron and Ginny. There is another empty seat by them for Harry to sit in but Harry also notices the empty seat near Sirius and Remus. Harry starts making his way for that seat instead, wanting to speak with the two men, he only manages to make it two steps in that direction however when Tonks suddenly stands in his way with an awkward grin that is supposed to suggest the move was an accident.

Harry knows better but when he finally manages to look past Tonks he sees that Molly Weasley has managed to make it out of the kitchen and into the seat. He sighs, with a forlorn look on his face, it’s what they would be expecting after all. He does not show them an ounce of the annoyance that actually hiding beneath the surface. Harry turns back to the other empty seat and finds it’s also now filled.

Confusion sweeps over Harry until he realises what’s happened. The empty seat had been right between Fred and Ginny. But George moved to that spot instead allowing Harry to sit with Remus on his other side. Harry smirks as he moves to sit in the now only available seat and watches as Molly and Tonk’s faces sour. They obviously try to hide their reactions but not very well. Harry sends a smile to George and Fred which gets returned with a sly wink before he focuses on getting food on his plate.

Except he doesn’t need to, because unlike everyone, the moment he looks at his plate food appears on it…weird. It was almost like…

“Fred, is there a house elf here?” Harry inquires quietly.

“Yeah, nasty little bugger. Why do you ask?” Fred whispers back.

“Doesn’t matter.” Harry shrugs before focusing back on his food.

Harry takes his fork and knife as he listens to the conversations and chatter happening around him. Hermione is talking about who will become prefects this year, everyone already knows that Hermione will be one of them, the real question is who her male counterpart will be. Fred and George are now talking to each other about their inventions and how best to market them as Slytherin’s to the other houses. 

Ginny is talking across the table at Tonks about her job as an auror. Arthur is talking Remus’ ear off about muggle inventions. Molly is trying to slow Ron’s eating down so he doesn’t make himself throw up and Sirius, Sirius seems to be taking in the chaos with a gently smile on his face. Harry gets the feeling that Sirius’ family never had chaotic family dinners, just like Harry. He remembers his first Weasley family dinner, being overwhelmed but so happy, he wonders if that’s how Sirius feels now.

Harry goes to stab a carrot with his fork when the ring on his hand becomes warm, alarmingly warm. Experimentally, Harry moves his fork around the plate and finds that all the food currently on it is making his ring heat up. Likely because of the gravy slathered over everything. A potion then, something that would influence him…something like a love potion.

Not moving his head but just his eyes, Harry glances between Ginny, Molly and Ron. Ron isn’t looking his way, too busy focused on his own meal but Ginny and Molly are both giving him surreptitious glances. Harry’s stabs a roast potato with his fork and starts cutting it into bite sized pieces to give himself time. He looks up around the table and finds everyone still having there own conversations, none of which he feels like interrupting, but Sirius is still sitting quietly, eating his own dinner.

“So Sirius, I understand that a lot of the old wizarding houses have um…ancestral homes, is Grimmauld Place the Black ancestral home?” Harry inquires.

“Ah…no actually. Grimmauld Place is the house my grandfather bought for my parents to live in as a wedding present. So it hasn’t been in the family that long. No the ancestral home is this big beautiful castle in the south of Wales. It’s where my Grandfather lived as he was the head of the family. It was supposed to go to me after he died but then I was blasted off the family tapestry by my mother.” Sirius shrugs, trying to look unaffected.

He doesn’t do very well with that and Remus lays his hand on Sirius’ arm in comfort.

“Your grandfather let your mother remove you from the family?” Hermione asks, sounding aghast.

 Good, people are focused on Sirius, allowing Harry to set his knife and fork down.

“Well, I…I don’t know. I assume so, I mean it was very well known that my mother had thrown me out of the family. I can’t imagine him letting her slander me if I was still his heir.” Sirius admits.

“Your grandfather never did leave the castle.” Remus reminds in a tone that makes it sound like they’ve had this conversation before.

Sirius flaps his hand at his friend before looking at Harry.

“Why do you ask Harry?” Sirius questions.

Harry goes to open his mouth to ask about if the Potter’s have an ancestral home, it would give him a natural way for him to learn of his own families properties. But before he manages to get out, “I was just wondering if…” Molly is suddenly interrupting.

“Harry dear, you haven’t eaten anything yet.” Molly’s concerned voice used to fill Harry with so much joy but now, knowing better, it just makes him mad.

“I’m sorry Mrs Weasley, I’m just not very hungry this evening.” Harry lies.

He’s hungry but he’ll just get Dobby to get him some food later. Not whichever house elf lives here, despite the disrespect that would show to the elf. Harry no longer trusts them after they willingly served him food with a potion in it.

“Are you sure your grandfather kicked you out from the family?” Harry asks.

“No, I guess not. But the only way to know for sure would be by going to the bank and seeing if the Black Lordship ring accepts me. And it’s not like I can just walk over there to check.” Sirius grumbles.

“Harry dear, you really should eat something.” Molly tries again.

“No thank you, Mrs Weasley.” Harry says politely.

“Why can’t you go to the bank in your animagus form?” Ginny inquires.

“Because of Pettigrew.” Hermione answers. “He knows about Sirius’ animagus form. There are likely death eaters watching Diagon Alley and they’ll know about Sirius’ dog form. They’d kill him on sight and when he turned back to human, they’d hail his murderers as heroes.”

After that the room becomes quieter as everyone takes the time to absorb that fact. People still talk but Harry doesn’t get the chance to talk anymore with Sirius on account of Molly or Tonks constantly interrupting them both. It’s frustrating Harry immensely. It is apparently irritating Sirius as well seeing as he soon looks Harry straight in the eyes and practically yells over all the noise.

“So Harry, I’m surprised. I’d thought the minute you arrived you would be asking questions about Voldemort.” Sirius has this little triumphant smirk on his face when Molly and a few others flinch at the name.

Harry himself has to keep from flinching now that he knows about the taboo on the mans name. But nothing happens, Voldemort doesn’t show up, death eaters don’t destroy the dinner. Everything is fine. Does the Fidelius spell stop a taboo? Interesting…

“I did, but neither Hermione, Ron, Ginny or the twins know anything.” Harry informs.

“No they wouldn’t. But I do.” Sirius states with a large smile on his face.

“Does that mean you’re going to tell me what’s been going on?” Harry pushes.

“No, it does not.” Molly huffs before facing Sirius, “Dumbledore said…”

“Harry deserves to know what’s going on. It affects him too.” Sirius defends.

“He’s not a member of ‘The Order of the Phoenix’! He’s only fifteen!” Molly snaps.

“And he’s dealt with more than any fifteen year old should ever have too.” Sirius reminds.

“No one’s denying that!” Molly yells, “But he’s still…”

“He is not a child!” Sirius snaps back at the same time as Harry yells, “Stop talking about me like I’m not here!”

“Of course he’s not a child, but he’s not an adult either.” Molly states, ignoring Harry’s words.

Sirius opens his mouth to say something but Harry cuts in before he can.

“Mrs Weasley. I am not your son, stop treating me like I am.” The words seem to physically hit Molly as she leans backwards, looking alarmed. “Sirius is closer to my parental figure than you are because he’s my godfather…”

“And what a load of good that has done.” Molly huffs.

“It has! It has done good because for once in my life I have family that loves me, that cares, that will protect me and not harm me.” Harry exclaims.

“Harry I’m sure your relatives aren’t that bad.” Molly starts.

The very words cause everyone who knows even the slightest thing about Harry’s so called family to gape at her. Those that don’t know look confused and those that have some semblance of an idea, look at Harry with worry. Harry sends her the most charming smile he can muster.

“Of course Mrs Weasley, I’m just imagining the abuse. Just like Fred and George imagined the bars on my bedroom window and Remus is imagining the locks and doggy door on my bedroom door. How silly of me.” The look on Harry’s face causes Molly to pale.

Harry doesn’t look at Sirius or Remus but if he did he would have seen the looks of complete and utter horror and devastation on their faces. 

“Now, I believe everyone’s finished eating and I’d like to have a conversation with Sirius. So please excuse us.”

Harry grabs Sirius’ arm and pulls him out of the dining room.

“Is there somewhere we can go to speak in private?” Harry inquires.

“Of course, follow me.” Sirius nods before gesturing for Harry to follow.

Harry does as instructed and follow Sirius up the stairs. They reach the first floor and still continue on upwards to the second floor. Harry expects them to stop but Sirius walks them through the hallway and round a corner that he didn’t notice when he came up to see Hermione and Ron. Once around the corner, Harry is greeted with another set of stairs.

“Come here Harry.” Sirius says.

Harry walks closer to Sirius, who takes his arm and places it on the banister. He feels a pop go off in his ears.

“There, now you’ll be able to come up and down these stairs without needing me present. Only you, me and Remus have access to the third floor Harry. So don’t go trying to bring your friends up here.” Sirius informs.

“And you have to be the one to grant access?” Harry checks.

“Yes.” Sirius nods as he starts making his way up the stairs.

“Another reason to think that your grandfather didn’t remove you from being heir.” Harry points out.

Sirius stops, freezes on the spot. “Huh.”

“Harry dear, it’s getting close to your kids bedtime! You really should be getting ready to sleep!” Harry and Sirius hear Mrs Weasley call out.

They share a panicked look before quickly making their way up the rest of the steps. The third floor has the same layout as the first and second, what with it being a long corridor with doors lining each side. Sirius walks them over to a door and opens it before ushering him inside. Harry finds himself gaping at what’s in the room, it’s filled with books.

It a library, the walls are shelves and there are rows of shelves across the room. Sirius closes the door behind him and walks past Harry. He follows behind as they walk through the corridor of books. Soon though there is a break in the shelves and Harry is met with a small sitting area. It’s got three leather love seats, each with their own table to the left of them. The whole thing is very cozy.

Harry follows Sirius’ lead and takes a seat.

“So, I believe we have a lot to talk about, Harry.” Sirius states.