Two days after Albus Dumbledore’s death at Spinners End:
A blond haired young man with a pale face was staring at the hidden door in the shack. All of a sudden after letting out a frustrated sigh, he pointed out, “Well, what are we waiting for? Should we not be meeting the dark lord by now? Dumbledore is dead. The dark lord wanted him dead.” The greasy haired man with a mop of his hair covering his face placed the bottle of firewhiskey which he had been drinking on the table and stared pointedly into the eyes of Draco Malfoy. “When I look into your eyes I see nothing but fear. Fear of the punishment that the dark lord is going to inflict on you. So do not go around acting that you are a great wizard. That night you were the culprit.” Draco Malfoy tried to explain for what he remembered to be the umpteenth time. But the greasy haired man who started walking now, cut him short and said, “What you did that night was not only disobey the dark lord’s orders, but also it resulted in my position at Hogwarts being exposed. You will have some explaining to do if you are to survive your next meeting with the Dark Lord.”
A week later aboard the HOGWARTS EXPRESS RETURNING TO
Ron and Hermione opened the door into the compartment where Harry was sitting along with Ginny, Neville and Luna. Harry gave a look at his two best friends and once again all 6 of them went silent. Harry did not want to discuss anything with his friends. He had realized and made some decisions over the course of the past week. For one he knew that he could no longer depend upon his friends for his protection. He knew that his magical abilities had to improve quite a bit if he were to stand a chance against Voldemort. At this he immediately clutched the fake horcrux in his wizard robe pockets. He had realized the fact that, if he had to start acting independently and on his own. Too many of his life’s decisions where not taken by him. He had let others fidel around with decisions that should have been made by him.
Thinking along these lines Harry decided that before anything else, the life of Sybill Trelawney was of utmost importance. He surmised that from what Professor Dumbledore told him, Trelawney would be under immense danger now that Snape turned out to be the traitor and also that Dumbledore was no more alive. So he decided that as soon as he would reach his Uncle’s home at Little Whinging,
When the train did come to a halt at platform nine-three fourths Harry hurried out of the compartment dragging his trunk along with him. As he had expected he saw some of the members of the order of the phoenix on the platform. He wondered on who the new leader would be, now that…He hurried towards Tonks and whispered, “I want to talk to you, alone, right now.” Tonks looked baffled at him but nevertheless she followed him through the invisible barrier separating the platform from the muggle world. Harry met Tonks’ eye and they walked of inconspicuously towards one of the corners of the muggle platform when Harry plunged directly asking Tonks, “I need to meet the Minister, Rufus Scrimgeour as soon as possible. Will you be able to help me?” Tonks whose eyes nearly popped out, cut him and asked, “May I ask why? Is it based on some new whim that you have?” Harry replied, “Ron and Hermione are going to be with me at
Harry side apparatted along with Tonks to
Harry then spoke with Petunia Dursley, “Look Aunt Petunia, I really appreciate that you have provided me shelter over the past 17 years and thankful for it. I would just like to bear with me for the next two weeks and then I would be off.” Harry then added, “Two of my friends from the freak school are going to come here later today. The three of us will not cross yours or uncle
Harry replied, “How do you know about the happenings at Hogwarts?” Petunia answered in one word, “Arabella Figg.” And then added, “I knew about her connections to your world right from the moment Dumbledore left that letter and you on that fateful night.” She continued rather hysterically, “Why do you think that I forced your Uncle Vernon to send you to her place when we went out on holidays?” Harry wondered now that he was fed with this information, it always used to be Arabella Figg’s place if his cousin, uncle and aunt went out somewhere on a holiday. Harry knew that he had been kept in the dark once again by Dumbledore. He once again realized the need to know more about his parents, their relatives and also more about Dumbledore. Thinking along Harry dragged his trunk to his room and sat down. Immediately he felt the coin in his pocket grow warm. Harry knew that the moment of truth began here. How he handled such delicate issues would have a major bearing on the fight against Voldemort.