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Gillyflower, Heliotrope and Hemlock.	By : Kimmimaru Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Sirius Views: 9034 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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AN: wow! A reveiw already! Yay! Thanks so much! :) This chapter is pretty dark, lots of heavy descriptions of dead stuff...enjoy my friends!

Chapter Five

And did they get you to trade

Your heroes for ghosts?

Hot ashes for trees?

Hot air for a cool breeze?

Cold comfort for change?

And did you exchange

A walk on part in the war

For a lead role in a cage?

‘Wish You were here’, Pink Floyd.

The Church was quiet as Molly lead them through the echoing hall, near the dais at the end of it was a door, they went through it and found themselves in a small room full of battered looking people. “You’re alive!” One man stood and it took a second for Harry to recognise him as Arthur Weasley, he strode over to them and took James’ hand shaking it. “It’s good to see you, we feared the worst.”

“Thanks, we had a mission set for us by Dumbledore...we had no choice but to leave...We’re sorry.”

“No...it’s good that you’re alive.” Arthur smiled as he turned to face Harry, he wore his horn rimmed glasses but he had a full head of hair and less lines on his face as he held out his hand. “Arthur Weasley, it’s nice to meet you...?”

“Harry.” Harry said taking his hand and shaking it. It was very strange to be introduced to people he had known for years as if they were strangers.

“Right, we need to know who managed to escape.” Sirius said, suddenly all business.

“Alastor Moody did, but he’s not here right now...There’s our sons and a few others but our numbers were drastically reduced.”

“I see...Should we wait for Moody to return?” Remus asked James who shrugged.

“Waiting won’t do much good...we should get on it as soon as possible.”

“Right.” Sirius turned to Harry. “Where is the first Horcrux?”

Harry considered. “Well...in my time the locket was in a cave on the south coast somewhere but...but your brother got hold of it, he swapped the lockets before he died and gave Kreacher the task of destroying it, when he couldn’t he hid it in Grimmauld Place.”

Sirius considered for a while. “Then that’s where we’ll start.”

“But not before getting some food inside you, Sirius, you’re too skinny.” Molly said sternly.

“I eat...”

“Not enough, and you Harry, you are a rake...”

Harry smiled. “I’ve always been skinny and small.”

“That’s no excuse, sit down and I’ll see if we can spare any rations for you.”

Harry allowed himself be mothered with better grace than Sirius who complained loudly that he didn’t need to be babied. “I’m a grown up, Molly, you don’t have to treat me like one of your sons...”

“I do, because if I don’t you’d starve. Now Sirius, stop complaining and help me light this fire.”

Sirius sighed and waved his wand at an area of dark soot where there had obviously been magical fires before, it went up with a whoosh noise and yellow flames crackled merrily as Molly set a small cauldron over it on a metal stand. The rations turned out to be withered vegetables and lean pieces of rabbit caught with Magic, Mrs. Weasley made a stew of them and as it was bubbling over the fire they spoke. “Where’s Bill, Charlie, Percy and the twins?” James asked as Molly stirred the food.

“They’re with Andromeda who’s looking after them.” Arthur replied. “They were getting bored stuck here so we had to find some form of entertainment before they blew the place up.” He smiled fondly. “They’re good children, but those twins are already causing trouble.”

Sirius grinned fondly. “I like those two, they’re only brats but they have guts.”

Molly sighed and shook her head as she shed her cloak, Harry saw that she was very heavily pregnant and he realised with a jolt that the child in her womb was Ron. “I honestly don’t know how I’m going to cope with them when they’re teenagers...Bill is bad enough when he refuses to cut his hair.”

“Long hair is cool, Molly.” Sirius said with a grin as he swept his own from his face. “It’s fashionable.”

“Yes, but not practical...” Molly eyed Sirius’ hair shrewdly. “If you would just let me trim yours...”

“No.” Sirius grabbed his hair in his hand. “I will never allow you or your wand near my hair, Molly. As much as I like you, I don’t trust you around hair.”

James sniggered and Remus smiled softly. “I could do it you know.” He said with an evil grin.

“You did at Hogwarts if I remember correctly, Jamie. I woke up bald one day...it took forever to grow it back!” Sirius exclaimed dramatically, James roared with laughter.

“Sirius, it took an hour for you to grow it back.” Remus said gently.

“Yeah, forever! I couldn’t leave the dorm for an hour!”

“Ah, come on, let me give it another go!” James said, suddenly leaping at Sirius who shouted as they crashed to the floor, Harry giggled as they wrestled and play fought until Sirius had pinned James to the floor, their limbs tangled and Sirius grinned triumphantly. “Let me up!”

“Yield?” Sirius asked, quirking an eyebrow.

“No!”

“Then you’ll stay here.”

“Shit...Alright! Alright! I yield, Siri....”

“Excellent, you know the words.”

James grimaced. “Please release me O’ great Lord Black...” He muttered.

Sirius laughed and released him. “There we go, it’s not so hard is it?”

James sat up rubbing his wrists where Sirius had held them down with his knees. “Bastard.” He hissed, his face flushed with humiliation.

“It’s good for you.”

As they waited for the food to cook Harry watched Sirius trying to stack little stones on Remus’ head as he read a book and seemed determined to ignore him, James spoke to Arthur about their children and the one they had on the way.

“Molly’s hoping for a girl, we have so many boys it would be a nice change.” Arthur said softly.

James looked at Harry and smiled sadly. “I had a boy.” He whispered and turned back to Arthur. “A little boy...”

“We heard...I’m so sorry, James.”

“No...no it’s alright. I’ll get my revenge, even if it kills me.”

When they had eaten Sirius stood. “We have to go, we still have a mission to complete.” He said.

Molly nodded. “I wish you all the best of luck, please, don’t do anything rash...we have lost so much.”

James put a hand on Harry’s shoulder and smiled. “Ah, but now we have a secret weapon, Molly.”

“Weapon?” Harry rubbed his eyes tiredly. “I’m not special! Why won’t anyone believe me?!”

“You’re more special than you give yourself credit for, Prongslet.” Sirius said firmly. “Only you can save us from this evil, only you can stop our world from being destroyed.”

“No pressure then, huh?” Harry muttered with a sigh.

“Here, take these with you. There are a few healing potions, ingredients like willow bark and the likes and some other useful bits.” Molly said as she pushed a bag into Remus’ hands.

“But what about you? What if you need it?”

“You are all far more important, remember what Dumbledore used to say?” Arthur replied with a strained smile.

“For the Greater Good.” James said tensely.

Harry bit his tongue on his retort, he hated the saying, but it held some truth.

Outside the village was silent, their footsteps echoed creepily as they exited the old church, they each kept a hand in their pockets and gripped their wands tightly. Harry chewed his lower lip as his eyes darted around, gazing at silent buildings where the windows looked down on them like empty eye sockets.

“It’s like some kind of post-apocalyptic world...” He whispered hoarsely.

“Tell me about it.” James replied, he was wearing a frown and seemed just as nervous as his son.

After a while their footsteps and breathing were the only sounds, not even the animals could be heard. Harry kept glancing behind him, his hand trembled in his pocket as he tried to calm his nerves, but it was no use. The lack of life seemed to sap him of courage, the night seemed heavy, weighing him down like a weighty shroud. He swallowed. There was a crack and he spun on his heels to see Sirius swearing softly.

“Sorry...” He muttered guiltily. “I trod on something. Lumos.” He lit the tip of his wand and aimed it at the ground and they clearly saw what had made that crack noise; bones. They were dry and brittle, the skull obviously human. James hissed air through his teeth as he lit his own wand and searched the cobbled street, there were more. Skeletons everywhere. “Shit...” Sirius breathed.

“These weren’t here before we left or when we arrived here an hour ago...” Remus replied.

“But they’re old...” James replied.

“Maybe...maybe they’ve been...” Harry turned his gaze to the graveyard and his wand tip glowed even brighter, the graveyard was little more than churned up mud and broken stone. “Someone dug them up...but why?” Harry’s frown darkened.

Sirius began backing away quickly. “We need to get out of here.” He muttered, his eyes darting this way and that, fear visible on his handsome face.

“We do indeed.” James replied, grabbing Harry’s arm in a tight grip.

“But why?” Harry asked. “They’re just bones...bones can’t hurt us.”

“Oh can’t they?” Remus lifted his wand and pointed it at the statue, around it stood a group of figures, each of them dripping with rotting flesh. Their eyes were empty, those who did have them still were white, other’s had missing limbs, hands made from white bone or skull showing through their corrupted flesh.

“Infiri.” James muttered, backing away and drawing Harry after him.

Sirius spun around. “There’s more.” He waved his wand and a light flew into the sky, igniting the small village square and illuminating the corpses. They were trapped.

They stood back to back, all facing outwards as the terrible creatures advanced, shuffling slowly towards them, sensing the life within them and the heat. Then it clicked. Harry almost slapped himself, the answer was always there. “Heat and light!” He said and raised his wand, aiming at a pile of thatch that had collapsed from the pub. “Confringo!” He said and there was a whoomf as the old, dry thatch went up into dancing golden flames, the Infiri began backing away as Harry moved to stand with the fire at his back.

“Brilliant Harry! Let’s go.” Sirius grabbed his upper arm tightly and Harry felt him spin on the spot.

“No...wai-...” But he was dragged forcefully into a tight, suffocating tube.

They reappeared in London, grass was beneath Harry’s trainers and as James released him he stumbled into a nearby tree with a small gasp. “Why? Why didn’t we stay and...”

“Because we have to survive! Because you have to survive!” Sirius said softly, he had his back to a tree and his wand gripped in his hand.

Harry couldn’t argue so he pushed it from his mind, he could only hope that the Weasley’s lived. His eyes finally took in the surrounding area and with a jolt he recognised the houses standing opposite. He gazed at the door of Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, the surrounding houses were abandoned and empty, their windows gazing blindly down at them and reminding Harry of the dead eyes of the Infiri. He shuddered and wrapped his arms around himself. Sirius looked up at his childhood home before stepping free of the trees. “Come on.” He whispered. “I want to get this over with...”

The corridor was dusty, Harry could taste it on his tongue. He lifted his wand and looked around, the portraits were ruined, large holes appeared in the very centres, large rents gouged the canvas’ as if some beast had come in and torn at them with claws. He felt mildly ill as a scent reached him from further in, Sirius moved slowly, his feet silent on the carpet and his eyes full of darkness. The others followed close behind. “I’ll wait here to warn you if anyone’s coming.” Remus whispered from the shadows. James nodded and moved forward, his wand held aloft as Harry glanced back once to see Remus leaning against the wall with his eyes closed.

They moved on, the kitchen was empty as they entered and Harry could see the same claw marks gouging the tabletop and walls. Sirius ran a finger across them gently. “Werewolves...” He whispered.

“Yeah...” James replied, he adjusted his glasses and watched Sirius kneel down by a cupboard.

“This was where Kreacher slept, I suppose if he’s hidden it anywhere it would be here...” He opened the door which creaked loudly in the brooding silence. Harry flinched and James glanced around nervously, they were all on edge. Finally Sirius drew away, his face a mask of disgust. “Nothing but a disgusting blanket.” He sighed and swept dusty hair from his face, his eyes moved around the room before he shrugged. “Let’s try the drawing room, there’s loads of shite in there that it might have gotten mixed up in.”

They went to the drawing room and pushed open the door it creaked softly and Sirius uttered a shocked gasp before stepping back, Harry halted and James hissed air through his teeth. “Merlin...” He breathed.

It was the smell that hit Harry first, it smelt like rotting meat then the sound of flies filled the air and Sirius turned away, his face white in the wavering wand light. “J-Jamie...I-I...”

“Go wait out there, Siri.” Sirius nodded, he was beginning to look a little green as he sat down in the hall with his hands in his hair. Harry looked at him in concern before he felt James’ hand on his shoulder. “I need you to identify it...” He said softly and Harry swallowed before nodding.

When Harry entered the room he had to cover his nose as it was assaulted by the smell of rot, he choked back a gag and looked around. It was horrific. The scene was like something from a Muggle Horror movie, the walls were battered, great gouges rent the plaster. The wall paper hung from the walls like bits of flaccid skin, the paintings had been torn and their occupants gone. Harry could clearly see blood spattering the walls, none of it fresh so it had dried like rust to the walls and carpet. In the very centre of the room were corpses. Harry couldn’t tell how many as they were all dismembered, there were several heads, an arm lay feet from Harry’s trainers and he could see a child’s foot lying by a shattered cupboard. Most of it was bones, but what little flesh was on them was crawling in flies and maggots, he gagged and closed his eyes. He knew he had to get used to scenes like this, not just in this dimension but because he was now an Auror and that needed a strong stomach but it was hard. Slowly he forced his eyes open and saw his father rummaging in the cupboards, he appeared to be used to the smell and sights of mutilated corpses, the thought scared Harry slightly. He pushed forward and began helping James find the Horcrux.

They searched the whole room before Harry leaned back on one hand and sighed, he was covered in dust but the smell had finally soaked into the background and he had become used to it enough for his stomach to calm. Slowly he turned his head, catching movement from the corner of his eye, he jumped to his feet and shuffled backwards, terror ripping through him as he raised his wand. The mass of corpses was heaving...

James moved to Harry’s side and they began inching towards the door, finally the pile moved. Harry acted before he had time to consider what he was doing, he flicked his wand and a spell hit the pile. They collapsed to reveal the largest rat Harry had ever seen, it was brown and covered in thick hair. It lifted itself onto its hind legs and sniffed at them, James pulled a disgusted face and sent a curse at it, it squealed and ran off towards a hole in the wall. “Just a rat.” He muttered as if angry with himself.

When they were certain the room wasn’t hiding the Horcrux they moved on. Sirius rejoined them and they searched every room, each one was in the same state as everywhere else, it appeared that this was a hideout for Werewolves at the full moon. Luckily they were fed in the Drawing Room only. “Why would they change here?” Harry asked as they searched Sirius’ old room, he tried to distract himself from the prickling of fear on his neck as if hot breath tickled it.

“Because the Death Eaters have a ‘Bag and Tag’ system.” Sirius replied, ruthlessly throwing stuff over his shoulder every so often and frowning darkly.

“They capture every known Werewolf, tag them magically so they can hunt them...They kill them like animals and put their pelts on display in their homes...It’s a sport.” James continued as he shifted Sirius’ bed out the way.

“That’s...disgusting...” Harry muttered.

“Yeah, they keep some, mostly females, in houses like this one and feed prisoners to them...some of those prisoners survive and turn and give them more sport.” Sirius said, he paused as he opened his wardrobe. “So...This is what happened to the little fucker.” He said and Harry moved over to see what he was looking at.

“Oh...god...” Harry recoild in pity and revulsion. Kreacher was lying on the floor of the Wardrobe in a nest of Sirius’ old rotten clothes, he was curled on his side in a ball. His skin was thin and his bones showed through it, his ears had been nibbled on by rats and other vermin. “That’s...that’s so sad...” He said softly as pity filled his eyes and he thought of Dobby with his grave with a view of the sea.

Sirius poked the corpse with the toe of his boot, as he did so he disturbed more maggots and flies which flew into the air and buzzed around their heads. Slowly he bent down and poked the old elf over with the tip of his wand, Kreacher’s eyes were missing and had been replaced by huge amounts of white eggs. Harry gagged again and looked away. “Harry?” Sirius asked softly, his voice hard and cold.

“Y-Yeah...?”

“The locket...is it large, gold with an ornate ‘S’ on it?”

Harry felt his heart jolt in his chest and slowly he turned, his eyes landed on the elf and widened. There it lay. Slytherin’s locket. It was clutched in Kreacher’s tiny hands, he held it against his chest like a child with a teddy bear. Harry lowered his head for a moment. “Yes...that’s it. That’s the Horcrux.”
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