Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Unexpected Chances ❯ I spy with my eye… ( Chapter 7 )

Unexpected chances

I spy with my eye…

 

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The air in Grimmaulds Place was as upbeat as it could be, with the return of Sirius seemed to be the decline of attacks on muggles and wizards. Those who could get rest they needed gladly took it though it was clear they were ready if needed.

 

Harry was spending as much time as he could with his godfather before he had to leave for Hogwarts. The Weasley family stopped by every once in a while, but especially after hearing of Sirius' return.

 

Sirius was though was acting unusual to them, he spent much of his time locked in his room or with Harry. At times his hair appeared wind swept when it he had just been in his room. They had posted a person to see if Sirius was getting out but nothing had been seen while he was there, no window was opened or anything.

Ron had been persistent to see it Sirius was in fact Sirius saying he would cause bodily harm to him if he hurt Harry. The boy had been convinced after answering several questions and changing into Padfoot.

 

Remus had been observing his friends changes noting his eating habits and the slightest change in behavior. He was not surprised when Sirius had told him he wanted a pair of chopsticks and the occasional oriental dish. He had said he was in Japan though when he jokingly said they might as well throw away all the forks Sirius had horded all the forks for three days.

 

“Sirius return the forks, we all don't have experience with chopsticks. And why did you take all of them? You're acting strange, even for you.” Remus had barked out annoyed from outside Sirius' door.

 

“Fine just don't make that joke again! You do not know how hard it was for me to find a fork while I was in Japan! I don't exactly speak Japanese, so I could not ask for one and it wasn't as if I could just make one appear out of thin air!” he heard the muffled yell threw the door.

 

Remus had the urge to hit himself or Sirius on the head. “Sirius you're a wizard! You CAN conjure one or transfigure one.” He hissed.

 

“…….” He heard a bang through the door followed by: “Shut up Moony!” Remus started laughing.

 

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Sirius was currently looking at his godson, he was always careful Moody wasn't in the home when they did this, he didn't want the paranoid ex-auror to suspect anything, and he monitored Harry's progression. He wouldn't be able to train him like a pro but he would be able to teach him the basics. He hoped he and Harry could get proper training later.

 

The trip to Diagon Alley was tomorrow and he worried Harry would be attacked or threatened. He kept himself calm when suddenly he heard a voice say. “Ohayo!” Harry immediately jumped up while he turned wand out. He blinked when he saw Botan staring at him cheerily.

 

She turned and stared at Harry. “You are Potter Harry!” Harry looked confused by her appearance before he remembered she was from his dreams, she was a fairy guide he suddenly remembered.

 

“It'd be Harry Potter in English, Botan.” Sirius corrected hoping no one else heard her through the door.

 

She nodded, her pink kimono's sleeves fluttering as she searched for a list. “Orders from Lord Koenma.” She said as she handed him a scroll of paper. Harry was a bit unnerved from her presence. She turned at him smiling. “Hello, I am Botan.” She bowed.

 

Harry copied her bowing, “I'm Harry Potter, though you already know that.” He turned to see her and Sirius' amused faces. “Did I bow wrong?”

“Bingo!” Botan said laughing.

 

“You bowed like a girl Harry.” Sirius said. “Bow like this.” He showed him, Harry blushed embarrassed.

 

“Well, I'll see you two later. Good luck Harry!” She pulled out her oar and left. Sirius shook his head before unrolling the paper his face turned white as his eyes fell half way down it.

 

“What's wrong Sirius?” Harry asked hoping it wasn't something bad.

 

“I have to go.” Was all he said smiling sadly at Harry. Harry looked at him curiously, Sirius added. “Andromeda's dead, so is Ted.” Harry felt his eyes widen, no wonder he looked sad, Andromeda was the only family Sirius liked from when he was young from his cousins. Harry watched as his godfather left wondering what it was like to know they were dead and having to guide them to the next world.

 

He hoped Sirius didn't have to guide him when he died.

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Harry went down the stairs looking wondering how the news would affect Tonks and the order, did they know? He wondered. He entered the living room there sitting were members of the order Mrs. Weasley, Remus, Mr. Weasley, Snape and Tonks. She was smiling so he took it she hadn't heard.

 

He smiled at them avoiding Tonks' gaze. How long would it take for them to notice they were dead he wondered. Oh Merlin, that was awful, he wondered how many people Sirius had to take away that he knew.

“What's wrong Potter?” He heard Snape sneer. Glaring at him he resisted the urge to snap a witty reply back.

 

“Nothing I'm just tired Snape.” He purposely left out professor. Snape glared at him but said nothing. Tonks smiled at him and changed her hair from an amusing greenish yellow mimicking Snapes features and mocking his movement while he was turned to Harry. Harry wanted to smile but avoided her gaze and sight.

 

Tonks changed to her previous appearance shrugging off Harry's action thinking he must be sulking. It was several minutes later that Sirius came down the stairs, he avoided Snape and sat down next to Harry, it appeared he was waiting for something.

 

It was around half an hour later that they saw Shacklebolt enter through front door, face grim. He turned to his eyes to Tonks. “Tonks I need you to come with me.” She looked at him but followed. Sirius shook his head while Harry tried to overhear what they were saying a few rooms down.

 

They heard a muffled sobs after several minutes Kingsley walked into the room looking at them sadly. He told them what he had told her: the Tonks' were dead. Everyone looked at Sirius who merely got up and headed to where Tonks was, her crying still heard in the room.

 

Harry shook his head wandering what his godfather was thinking.

 

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The next morning when they headed toward Diagon Alley no one had seen Tonks that day, though they thought she was planning the funeral services for her family.

 

Ron and Hermione met Harry in the Alley; the all had different classes now since they were in NEWT level classes. Harry was happy they all had DADA together; it would be horrible if his favorite class was without his best friends.

 

They were to get potion supplies, text books, and robes. Although Harry had to stop at Grinnots to get money for his supplies from his account; Hermione had already exchanged her muggle money earlier than he.

 

They were heading for ice cream when someone pushed them to the ground only to see as stream of green light fly overhead. Harry, Ron and Hermione turned and saw a middle aged man laying on the expressing fear on his features. They quickly turned to se the reason why, death eaters.

People were screaming and running toward the exits and various locations pandemonium sweeping the alley in seconds. People pulled out wands and spells went flying before they knew it.

 

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Sirius listened to the Order meeting being conducted as the children where buying their supplies. The attack on Andromeda and Ted had devastated Tonks, the attack having been committed on them had clearly been a warning to the Wizarding world. He had a sickening idea who had committed the attack too, Bellatrix, Andromeda's own sister.

 

He honestly hoped even Bellatrix could stoop as low as to murder her own sister. He felt disgust and hatred rise with in him and had to calm himself down as he tried to pay attention to the meeting. He looked over to his Tonks, she looked exhausted and he wondered how she was dealing with her grief.

 

He shivered slightly thinking about the reaction Andromeda and Ted had given him when he came to taken them away. He honestly hoped his did not get anyone he knew and cared about ever again. It hurt too much in his opinion.

 

Hopefully the murderers would be captured even when the chances where slim, he had not been given the details on their deaths but just merely that they had died. He shook his head, it was too confusing, his situation, he should have stuck to the spirit energy training only, it would have saved him so much trouble.

 

Sirius sighed as Dumbledore continued talking about something or another that he had already heard before though he still kept an ear open for any new information. The middle aged man started thinking of to train Harry while he was at Hogwarts, he couldn't be there yet he had to make sure the boy kept his training up.

 

It had been only five days since he returned and he knew there was not enough time to actually see if Harry had the ability to be a spirit user. Shaking his head he turned back to the meeting trying to forget what he should have never experienced.

 

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Ron dived behind a wall as a curse flew at him; he had lost sight of Harry and Hermione. He hoped they were alright as he continued his way toward what was hopefully safety. Each of them had been pulled by a pedestrian in the hopes of getting them to safety; the man who had pulled him had vanished sometime ago. Ron hoped he wasn't dead though he could have been helping the death eaters and he would not have known it. The times were hard when you could not trust the aid of bystanders.

 

What stopped him from taking a stepped further was the monster in front of him; Lord Voldemort stood his snake like face glaring at him. Ron gulped he knew his chances of getting out alive were extremely minute. Sending a prayer he gripped his wand and felt himself shaking in his clothes.

 

I am going to die. He thought staring at crimson eyes, as the realization came harder he felt himself feel go through a torrent of emotions. It was then that the seconds he had been thinking that he realized Voldemort was speaking. But the realization came too late.

 

“Crucio.” He heard before all he knew as agony. White blazing, burning, shocking, searing all the words to define intensity became void as all came to one word, pain. He heard screaming and knew it was his own voice as the pain seemed to last an eternity.

 

He had always wondered how someone could be driven mad by pain and now he knew why. It was pure torture he only prayed it would end even for a second, that relief would be salvation in hell. Although he knew within that salvation was the prospect of either death or more hell until he broke.

 

He felt himself take what seemed a gigantic intake of breath when the pain vanished though traces lingered as he lay there on the ground. Ron flinched as he felt himself being dragged by arms to another location. Forcing his mind to work he expected death eaters but instead saw aurors. Turning his view to the scene where he saw Voldemort last he saw Dumbledore and the Dark Lord battling each other.

 

He'd have to remember to thank the headmaster for saving his life. Wincing as he was set down his eyes went wide as a faint image started to come into view. Where Voldemort was stood a dark image which was slowing coming into focus as he managed to get a bearing on his surroundings.

 

He eyes went wide as the image came into view. Ron felt his throat constrict and bile rise in his throat. He turned himself over as fast as he could even with the side affects and started to vomit. He felt his stomach empty of its contents only thinking that whatever it was was not human, before blacking out.

 

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It was a week when Ron awoke, his body had been hit with the extremely powerful unforgivable. The weather seemed to reflect the mood of everyone; somber and uneasy. The sun had been kept at bay the grey clouds lay looming over the area since the day of the attack. The air was slightly chilly but the weather made everyone even more anxious. Attacks had been sporadic death eaters seeming to target randomly but causing major damage.

 

Ron had been taken to St. Mungos his state had not been the best when he had been rushed in. He had been stabilized enough to be sent in the care as the hospital was overflowing from the injured. Though he was to return immediately if anything changed, including him gaining consciousness that had been three days ago.

 

It was dark when Ron opened his eyes. He sat up feeling like he had been hit by a bus, the memories of the trip blurry in his mind. He looked around for anyone, he tried to call out but all that came out was a croak. He was relieved when someone came in to the room evidently hearing his call.

 

Ron kept his eyes focused on the figure that did not even bother to turn on the light. He let a panicked cry which was then that the figure called out: “Lumos.” The light illuminated the area in a dim glow but enough to make out the immediate area.

 

Sirius face was illuminated and if Ron had not known he was innocent he would have cried bloody murder. Ron glared at the man who was looking at him intensely. Sirius walked over to the bed and handed him a potion, Ron looked at it in disgust, the thing looked like the water from a bucket used for mopping. Grabbing the vial he drank it gagging as the vile concoction slid down his throat.

 

Ron tried to say something but found himself overcome with sleep his last sight being Sirius looking at him solemnly.

 

Sirius cursed when the boy fell asleep, he didn't think the boy was in such a bad state to pass out from the potion. His thoughts raced to the others

 

Harry had been slightly injured but managed to end up in safety compared to Ron. Hermione had looked ready to faint when she saw Ron's body the day in the alley. Shaking his head he started to approach the fireplace.

 

He needed to call Madam Pomfrey but stopped cursing the fact he was the only one in the house who was an adult at the moment. He had volunteered seeing the other members exhausting himself. Molly and Arthur had managed only to sleep tonight since the attack. He quickly went to another door. He knocked on the door where Harry was staying.

 

THUMP! THUMP! Harry shot up when he heard the sound hand shooting for his wand and glasses on the end table next to the bed. He realized where he was and that the thumping was actually knocking.

 

Grudgingly he started walking for the door, his wand in his hand just in case the worst came to worse. Opening the door he saw his godfather looking at him anxiously. “Wha's wrong?” he yawned out.

 

“Ron woke up.” Harry started to head toward the room when he felt the hand on his shoulder. “He fell back asleep Harry, I need you to get Madam Pomfrey, I have to stay here. You know where to go?” Harry had an idea and nodded.

 

“I think so.” He heard a scream from down the hall and heard Sirius curse. “I…I'll go now!” he said as the scream come from the room again. He slipped on some slippers and headed toward the fireplace hoping Ron was only dreaming.

 

Sirius ran down toward the room; Ron's screaming had ceased, the boy had woken up now looking around wildly. He rushed toward the boy, he wondered how strong the potion had affected him, he had been told to give it to him if he woke up immediately. He made his way next to him Ron was taking deep breaths as he approached him.

 

“Calm down Ron, Madam Pomfrey is on her way here.” He tried to reassure the adolescent.

“Vol..de..mort.” He called out raspy. He tried to swallow feeling his mouth dry and sticky from the lack of moisture.

 

“You're fine now. He's gone, you're in Grimmauld's place. Remember?”

 

“I r'me'ber.” He croaked trying to swallow before correcting his speech. “I remember.”

 

It was then that the sound of people came from the other side of the house. He knew it was the Weasleys and probably order members. He stepped out of the way just in time as Pomfrey came in, bag in hand.

 

Sirius left the room as the family filled the room; he wasn't even paid attention which relieved him. He crept into the hallway noticing Harry standing to a side eyes somber.

He sighed feeling weary but headed toward his godson.

 

The discussion they had went from casual to awkward subjects trying to fill in time as they waited for news on Ron's condition.

Ron stared at the ceiling his family and friends having left him alone so he could rest. He would be going to St. Mungos tomorrow but he dreaded going to sleep. Staring into the darkness he shivered feeling as though he was being watch. He shot up looking around wildly; his breath caught in his throat when he viewed what he was staring at.

 

A pair of red eyes stared at him from the window before vanishing, they were not Voldemort's but he could not rid himself of the feeling that hit wasn't human. His thoughts ventured to the attack.

 

The creature… Shaking his head he started to watch the window before he turned toward the door. Sleep nearly overcame him when he heard voices speaking, they were quiet but he could hear them.

 

“The sun hasn't come for sometime. I haven't made enough food...” He dared not turn afraid of losing whatever he was hearing.

 

“When am I going to get fed? Master hasn't been home all day…”

 

“Winter's coming must store enough food to survive…Need more water.”

 

“Hello.” Ron turned and stared to where the voice originated a small cat? No, he thought Cats are not green nor do they have violet eyes. Nor do they have wings of a bat on their back and two tails that tufted at the end.

 

“Who are you?” He whispered thinking insanity was what he was slipping into. Maybe he was dreaming, a lucid dream he thought. The cat represents something, yes that was it. He thought logically.

 

“I'm me.” it stated. “The man is looking for me. I came here, the ferryman can protect me.”

 

“What?” he was sure he was going insane.

 

“The man.” It stated as though he was stupid. “The one who made you sleep for so long. He's looking for me. The ferryman can take me away to safety.”

 

It was then that he heard the thing actually start speaking in the human tongue. “Forget what you saw that night.” The `cat' vanished.

 

Ron was sure he was going insane but his thoughts turned toward the night in Diagon Alley. Oh Merlin how that thing was clinging to the dark lord made him shiver. What type of monster was it? He shook his head. “There is nothing. The pain made me see it.” He said to himself. “All of that was dream. I'm not insane. I'm not insane. I'm not insane.” He tried to reassure himself, repeating the mantra till the sun rose.

 

Down in an unknown location stood Voldemort his eyes gazing at the figure before him. Yes, he'd achieve immortality, even if it meant giving up his humanity. Smiling the human's wand flashed a yellow light.

 

 

A.N: There finally took me several hours to finish this and days. I'm setting a goal toward longer chapters. Hope you enjoyed it. Give me your opinions. Any guess to what happened to Ron? Etc. Pleasant health!