Harry Potter and the Ruin of Tears

Harry Potter and the Ruin of Tears

Chapter 2-Anticipation

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Harry could not sleep well that night. He lay in bed, still wondering what was going on. Was anyone going to explain this time, or would they just shun him like last time? Then Harry remembered what Dumbledore said at the end of last year. He said that it was his fault that Sirius had died, because he did not tell Harry the details of what was happening. He knew Dumbledore would not make the same mistake, as he was a wise and great wizard...Or would he? Harry started doubting Professor Dumbledore. Harry was now in the Ministry of Magic, where the archway and the mysterious veil were. He saw the prophecy smash and the pearly white figure with magnified eyes rise up and start speaking, but no one was paying attention, as they were all fighting. He saw Sirius and Bellatrixdueling. Harry saw the jet of red light hit Sirius and saw him fall into the veil, disappearing. He heard Bellatrix's deranged laughter and suddenly had the urge to kill her. His anger was rising, and he was going to strike Bellatrix when he suddenly woke up, tangled in his bed sheets. The look on his face as Sirius fell through the veil haunted Harry, not only in his dreams, but when he was awake too.

Harry often had dreams about Sirius. He reenacted scenes about Sirius often, and each time, his hatred and anger towards Bellatrix builded. He could not take it anymore. He must find her and kill her for what she had done to him. He owed it to Sirius to avenge his death. He wanted to do more than kill her. Harry wanted her to suffer as much as he has had suffered. Then he thought for a second. The jet of light that killed Sirius was red, not green as the Avada Kedavra curse was. He suddenly had hope, but as quick as he had hope, it was gone. He then remembered that Sirius fell through the veil and did not come back. Maybe those who go through the veil get stranded in it alive, or worse, maybe they die.

Harry suddenly changed his thoughts toward tonight. He would leave the Dursleys and be with his two best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. His heart leapt at the thought of seeing everyone again. He had better get his stuff packed so they can could leave quickly, but then an odd thought struck him. Dumbledore told him last year that no harm could come to him as long as he was with the Dursleys. Since Aunt Petunia was his mom's sister, when she took Harry in, it sealed the ancient magic that saved him from Voldemort as a child, which was the sacrifice of his mom's life to save Harry from death. Well, what ever happened must have been really important and urgent to separate him from this protection.

Harry went downstairs to eat lunch. After lunch, he decided to ask Mrs. Figg, who was a Squib, if she knew anything about what had happened. He walked across the street and knocked on her door, but no one was there. Disheartened, he went back to the Dursleys' house.

He went back into his room, where he laid on his bed. He looked at his trunk and realized he needed to do his summer homework, as he had not started it yet. He had no Defense Againstthe Dark Arts homework since they always had a new teacher every year. Harry now wondered who it would be this year. He hoped for someone like Lupin, or even the fake 'Mad-Eye' Moody, because they actually taught so they would be well prepared for real life. Professor Umbridge, who had remarkably resembled a toad, would not let them practice magic with their wands in her class; they had only read out of a book called Defensive Magical Theory. That class had been such a bore; all they did was read. Anyone who opposed Umbridge, the 'High Inquisitor', would suffer detention or even expulsion. Her detentions were evilly twisted. She made you do lines, but with a quill that cut into your hand what you were writing and wrote with your blood.

"Thank God that woman got the boot," whispered Harry, "I could not stand another year with her."

He had Potions, Transfiguration, Charms, Herbology, and Care for Magical Creatures homework. He dreaded Potions class, especially with Professor Snape. He wished he did not have to take it, but to become an Auror, he must.

These were the six N.E.W.T.S he was taking in order to become an Auror. He knew it would be tough, but he had got to do it. For Sirius, for his parents, and for the sake of proving Ex-Professor Umbridge wrong.

Harry finished what he could and was left with Potions and Transfiguration. He decided to pack up what was remaining of his belongings, as night was creeping over the horizon.

Soon, he and the Dursleyswere having dinner when the doorbell rang.

Harry said, "I'll get it!" as he ran towards the door. He opened the door and to his surprise found an old lady with wrinkles as deep as canyons all over her face.

Harry asked disappointedly, "May I help you?"

The old lady responded "You sure can, by remembering who I am."

Harry gave her a quizzical look and the old lady responded again.

"Wotcher, Harry! I've come to get you," said Tonks. "Go get your trunk--we have to leave quickly; the others are waiting."

He realized that it was Tonks.

Harry smiled gleefully and ran upstairs to get his stuff as Tonksentered the house and changed back to her young self with her bubble-gum pink spiked air, so the Dursleys would recognize her.

When Harry came down with his trunk and cage in hand, Tonkswas waiting outside and already was changed back to the old lady. The Dursleys looked like statues. Harry said goodbye, but they did not respond--they just stared at him as he left the house.

Harry followed Tonks until they were at the park where Harry saw Dudley beat up that ten-year-old kid. He then saw many familiar faces emerge from behind trees. He saw 'Mad-Eye' Moody, Lupin, Mr. Weasley, and some other witches and wizards that he recognized from the advance guard approach him.

"Harry, how have you been?" smiled Lupinas he shook his hand.

"Yes Harry, how are you?" asked Mr. Weasley also shaking his hand.

Soon everybody was asking him how he was. He shrugged and replied "I'm all right, but what is all this about? I hope that you will..."

"SHHHHH! Not here! There could be spies," interrupted Moody, "Hurry, get your broom out and Tonks don't change back." continued Moody.

"Yea, let me get it out of my trunk," replied Harry when suddenly he felt a familiar cold feeling tingling down his back and the rest of his body. Harry realized immediately that Moody put the Disillusionment Charm on him.

"Hurry, let's get out of here," said Tonks, "We haven't much time as I'll warrant the Death Eaters will be on to us."

Tonks was right. Harry could make out about six dark shapes rising from behind the gate. Immediately everyone, except Harry, pulled out their wands and started yelling out "STUPEFY!" and almost as fast as the red lights shot at the Death Eaters were the hooded Death Eaters on the floor.

"Hurry, before they wake!" yelled Lupin.

Everyone mounted their brooms, and Tonks and Moody fastened Harry's trunk and cage in-between them. They were soon off the ground and in the air. Harry felt happier then he had been for ages. Harry wondered why Voldemort would send so few Death Eaters. They flew for what seemed like hours in the frosty night and finally landed. Then a familiar, shabby house loomed out of the darkness and seemed to push the neighboring houses as it did so. They unlocked the many magical locks on the door and crossed the threshold of Number 12, Grimmauldplace.