A Desperate Search for Harry

Sirius's POV

Sirius Black couldn't help but remember Luna's words that searching would be futile. She was so positive that Harry would not be found until he completed… whatever it was he was to complete. However, he was having terrible visions that his godson might be being tortured. Years of painful memories, and the fact that he never forgave himself for the death of the boy's parents, made him envision terrible things happening to Harry. Over and over again, he kept seeing some of the Wizarding World's most painful curses being cast on his godson. Which is what drove him here, sniffing around the trash bins, and looking in the larger ones, praying he didn't find a body.

It wasn't that he didn't believe the young blonde girl when she said it was futile, but he just couldn't sit at home, thinking of those scenes, doing nothing. He was going to do his best to make sure he did everything humanly possible to get Harry back. Perhaps, it was a bit of penance that he do so. Whatever drove him here, he was going to finish his task. So, he nosed around the alleys in the Alley some more. Sneezing at some of the more pungent odors.

The only thing that kept his spirits from plummeting into despair, was that she didn't see what was happening now. She only saw that he was kidnapped and tied to a stone. Not what happened after. So, Sirius, despite the terrible things he was imagining, had great hope that the boy's new magic would get him out of any serious situation. Letting him return to his family and friends unscathed. Though he was still quite vexed at Remus and Bones for this happening in the first place.

His anger was being held back by a fingernail. The books he had been reading were helping a lot in maintaining his cool demeanor, but inside he was a curse ready to go off. The only thing that would calm that volcanic temper was Harry right in front of him.

It took the better part of an hour, but Padfoot had looked all over Diagon Alley, but like the werewolf found nothing. When he had sniffed every corner twice, he went back to the Shack. He expected to be alone to wallow in his grief and anger, but he was met by all of Harry's friends, who had decided here was the best place to wait for news. Not that that upset him in the least. He was glad they were here. It might keep him from killing Remus.

"Did you find him?" asked Hermione urgently. She was sitting next to Luna with an arm around her shoulders. She looked at him with such hope that Sirius was saddened that he only had bad news.

"No," he said with a shake of his head as he made his way across the room, "but I'm pretty sure that he'll be fine," he added, not wanting to show his doubts to the kids. "Think of all the great things he can do with just a thought. How could he not be okay?" the older man asked as he took a seat. He was glad to see his words had the effect that the wanted. The teens' faces turned thoughtful, and glimmers of hope appeared in their eyes.

They were just so used to Harry being in over his head, and coming out of dangerous situations hurt, sometimes near death, that they didn't even think about it. Now that they put their minds to it, yeah, it was quite possible that he'd be okay.

Winky popped in and handed her master a cup of tea, with a dash of Firewhiskey. The grateful man took a sip and let the alcohol relax him. A small bit of steam came from his ears, showing the others that he was drinking something besides tea. Only the twins wished they could join him, but Padfoot had made it very clear that he would not supply alcohol to minors.

"I'm sure you're right. I just feel so helpless, sitting here doing nothing," the bushy-haired girl stated with a great deal of frustration. She wasn't used to being left behind. The only time she was not a part of a Harry Adventure in the past, was when she had been petrified. It was not a good feeling, useless.

"Who do you think has him? Dumbledore? Or You-Know-Who?" Neville asked as he worried the hem of his shirt. While he was sure that Harry would be back, he had been raised that both these men were the most powerful men alive. It was hard to get his brain around the fact that a teenager could wipe the floor with them.

"I don't know, for all we know it could be some woman who paid Fudge to kidnap him. Maybe she wants to snare him into a betrothal contract. I am sure that as manipulative as our Minister is, he is not the headman in charge of the kidnapping," the dogman replied, taking another sip of his tea.

"Whoever it is, is going to pay. Fudge too, if we can get near him. I believe you're right, Padfoot, he's not the type to think something like this up," Fred declared angrily. His face was twisted in a something dangerous. It was the same look that he wore when Ginny disappeared in her first years. He and his brothers were ready to tear the castle apart. Only their mum held them back.

"That's right. We may be pranksters, but don't think for a minute that we can't be deadly," George confirmed with a curt nod of his head. He too had quite the angry look. Many of their joke items could be twisted to get that type of job done. One only needed imagination, and the twins had that in abundance.

"Okay, guys, let's not go there just yet," Neville said, trying not to let anyone die needlessly. "However, if he's hurt, happy cursing," he added with a smirk.

The twins put their heads together and started thinking of ways to get their revenge. If it was needed.

"You make a good point, Sirius. That also means it could be Malfoy's dad," Hermione said thoughtfully, bringing everyone's attention to her, bar the twins.

"Why on earth would it be him?" Sirius asked, finishing off his tea. He was thankful when Winky gave him another.

"Well, Harry and Draco don't really get along. And Draco is always saying his father will make Harry pay for the things he has said and done," the girl stated thinking it was quite possible, especially now that Harry was a bit more brutal with his paybacks.

"That's an understatement," scoffed the sandy-haired wizard. "Besides, even if it is Malfoy Sr. we couldn't get past his wards, so we'll just have to wait."

"Still, I feel so hopeless just sitting here," the other girl stated, twisting her hair in her fingers of her free hand.

"Don't fret, Hermione. I get the feeling that we will be seeing our wayward friend very soon," the suddenly perky blonde said as she sat up, wiped her eyes on a handkerchief that Neville had given to her, and straightened her skirt. The smile on her face gave her words credence.

Everyone who believed she was a seer, relaxed.

Hermione huffed, but didn't say anything.

"Well, now that we know he's going to be home soon, let's practice our Animagus forms," Neville suggested, grateful that that weight was off his shoulders. He had a lot of faith in Luna's predictions.

"We'll help," chorused the twins.

"I don't know if I can. I don't think I can concentrate enough," Hermione stated, still agonizing over Harry.

"You can watch," Luna suggested as she got up to join the boys. "Perhaps, you'll pick up what you're missing."

Hermione huffed again, but reluctantly followed the others. She did need to figure out why she was the only one would hadn't completely changed form yet.

While they weren't having a great time, and wouldn't until Harry returned, the exercise did get their minds off the kidnapping.

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