Fixing the past (Sirry)

Chapter 25

Tom woke Harry the next morning with his usual toothless grin and a cup of tea. As the journey was long and he didn't want to subject Hedwig to an unnecessary flight, he forced her (thank you dragon voice, because she had already pecked him in her stubbornness of not wanting to be locked up, used to freedom as she was and having horrible days with the Muggles) to get into her cage when Ron burst into his room, slamming open the door and storming in as he put on his shirt.

"Can you believe Percy blames me for staining his photo of Penelope Clearwater with tea?" He snorted, "As if I cared or did it on purpose, I wasn't even close to his stupid photo. She hides now because of her stained nose."

"Typical," Harry replied, "You know, your father..." He was interrupted by Fred and George congratulating Ron for making Percy mad.

Harry decided to talk to Ron later, it would be interesting to have a different perspective of his uncle and all this tangled situation.

It wasn't as if they could talk much with the twins making them go down to have breakfast. They found Mr. Weasley reading the first page of The Prophet with a frown, and Harry got curious, the news were most likely about his uncle Sirius or maybe another of his relatives.

While Mrs. Weasley was talking about a love potion she had made when she was young with Ginny and Hermione, the three of them laughed weakly, though he noticed that Hermione seemed pensive.

Harry didn't blame her, in the Wizarding World the love potion 'amortentia' is produced and sold like candy, minors can buy it and make it themselves, getting the object of their whims. That was horrible, besides Harry knew, even Dumbledore knew, all pure-bloods, for fucks sake, that this potion has dire consequences for children born under it; fuck, everyone who had access to magical books knew that this stuff was akin to an imperio, it's like being sleeping beauty and when you wake up you have children that you didn't know when they were conceived. Tom Riddle is a prime example of not using that potion for such purposes.

With the hustle and bustle of the departure, Harry didn't have time to talk to Ron either. Everyone was too busy carrying trunks down the narrow staircase of the Leaky Cauldron and stacking them by the door, with Hedwig and Hermes, Percy's owl, perched in their cages. Beside the trunks was a small wicker basket that was snorting noisily.

"It's all right, Crookshanks," Hermione cooed through the wickerwork. "I'll let you out on the train."

"Poor thing, he doesn't like being caged," Ron said firmly,"He'll be free with Scabbers."

He pointed to the pocket on his chest where a bulge revealed that Scabbers was cuddled there.

Mr. Weasley, who had been outside waiting for the Ministry cars, stuck his head inside.

"They're here," he said. "Harry, come on."

Mr. Weasley marched Harry across the short stretch of pavement toward the first of two old fashioned dark green cars, each of which was driven by a furtive-looking wizard wearing a suit of emerald velvet.

Harry controlled his eye-roll, his uncle wouldn't be such an idiot as to walk around in the day light, but he couldn't say that, so at Mr. Weasley's urging he hurried up to the back.

The journey to King's Cross was very uneventful compared with Harry's trip on the Knight Bus. The Ministry of Magic cars seemed almost ordinary. though Harry noticed that they could slide through gaps that Uncle Vernon's new company car certainly couldn't have managed. They reached King's Cross with twenty minutes to spare; the Ministry drivers found them trolleys, unloaded their trunks, touched their hats in salute to Mr. Weasley, and drove away, somehow managing to jump to the head of an unmoving line at the traffic lights.