Standing Alone.

Chapter 4 - A dark figure.

A/N: I am back. Yes, I know I am probably writing this to only one reader... But no matter! Hello new reader! And thank you for the vote and comment. Means a lot... I got the comment while on vacation, and honestly, that one word meant the world, thank you! Hope you (and the rest that will come) like this chapter. Bye!

"Gosh this is boring." Fred groaned, flopping down onto the ground of the living room. Harry ignored their conversation as he read over the pages of the book once more, trying to force the writing into his brain. 'Nagini. Locket. Goblet. Book. Ring. Tiara... Harry.' He sighed and read the writing underneath it. 'Nagini; Secured. Locket; Secured. Goblet; Bella's Vault. Book; Destroyed. Ring; Secured. Tiara; Room Of Requirements. Harry; Taken care of.'

"Harry!"

Harry was snapped out of his train of thoughts, turning his head to look over, seeing all eyes on him. "Hm?" He said softly and George smirked. "Whatcha reading?" He asked and Harry turned his eyes back to the pages, his eyes glowing softly as he changed the book to look like an old school textbook. "Just catching up on some school work." He said and looked at them all once more, closing the book and laying it on his chest with the pen inside.

Fred pouted. "Boring... Bet you can't do anything interesting... Just a boring Slytherin." He sighed sadly, flopping back down onto the floor. Harry shrugged. "I'm sure you're right..." He muttered and then raised his hand, the ceiling instantly turning into the nightsky all of the constalations connecting with small lines.

"Harry! You can't do magic outside of school!" Sirius chuckled. "Hardly counts as magic, Granger. There is a sensor behind the plant over there, that when you point upwards while being on the piano chair, it activates the fake sky..." He explained and Hermione's mouth turning into an 'O' shape. Harry on the other hand, merely ignored the older man.

"Does anyone know how to play that thing?" Ginny asked, pointing to the piano. Sirius huffed. "Nope, that was put there for my brother. Gotta give him that, he is probably the best piano player I have ever met..." Harry slowly sat up and moved the wood cover up from the keys and placed the book on the flat surface of the Piano. Placing his hands on the keys, he played a few tones and then looked with a raised brow to the others in the room, who all sat with wide eyes.

"You can play?!" Ron exclaimed and Harry nodded. "I'll believe it when I see it." George laughed and Harry smirked, casually playing 'Für Elise Nightmare'. It ended with everyone clapping and Sirius whistled, earning a glance from Harry, making the older wink and smile proudly, which was rewarded with a scowl.

"Any other tricks up your sleeve?" Bill asked and Harry hummed, nodding slowly. Getting out the book once more, his eyes glowing descreetly, the content changed into his notebook and he placed it where the sheet-music was supposed to go. Slowly starting to play the song.

-Visiting Hours. Ed Sheeran.-

Harry's voice was very beautiful, they all figured he was talking about his parents, which broke their hearts. But in reality, Harry was thinking about a few certain someones, who had been his family for years... But now they were gone. "I didn't know you could sing." Charlie smiled and Harry shrugged his shoulders, softly playing the keys. Everyone listened in comfortable silence to Harry play his songs and Ginny even fell asleep against her mothers shoulder.

Kreacher entered and looked over at Harry, the elf gave a small smile, laying his head to the side, ears flopping around. "Master Harry sitting at the Piano again. Makes Kreacher happy to see." The elf spoke softly and began to clean up in the room. Looking at Ginny he hummed, snapping his fingers, the young girl now tucked into bed. "Master Harry. I have brought the young blood traitor to bed, do you require Kreacher anymore today?" The old elf asked and Harry hummed, looking up. "Ah... No thank you Kreacher." Getting a disbelieving  look from the others in the room, Harry smirked. "Kreacher." He called, not looking at the elf, his fingers running over the keys.

"Master Harry?" Kreacher asked, bowing so deep that he almost fell over. "What have I said about calling the guests innapropriate names?" Kreacher tripped on the spot nervously. "Master Harry said to Kreacher : 'Forget what Walburga has told you in the past. The Weasley's, Malfoy's, Tonks's and Muggleborns are all friends. And when in the house, Kreacher will treat them as so'." He recited and Harry hummed, nodding slowly. "So what do you say to the Weasley's?" He asked, raising a brow, finally glancing to the elf.

Kreacher turned to the two heads of Weasley house. "Kreacher apologizes for calling them Weasley's bad names. Kreacher has not been raised properly. Master Harry is kind to help Kreacher get better. Kreacher is sorry."

Harry smiled. "Now you can go. Thank you Kreacher."

Harry stopped playing on the piano, getting met with stunned silence. "How- That old bat has always been a nasty bastard..." Sirius gasped and Harry gave the man a stern glare. "Respect goes both ways, Black. He may be a house-elf, and he may be old. But do not forget that he is also a living being." Sirius was shocked at the usage of his last name, and because of that, he just nodded. Sighing, Harry stood up, gathering his things and going to exit the room, turning he inclined his head. "Sweet dreams." He said and then left, all of them listening to his soft foot-steps going up the stairs.

"He's acting off..." Hermione said softly and the other people in the room, all nodded. "Did anyone else notice how... Small... He was..?" Charlie asked softly, everyone looking to him with a raised brow. "What ever do you mean, Charlie?" Arthur asked calmly. Charlie shook his head. "He looked... Very thin... Almost as if he hasn't eaten in weeks..." Ron cocked a brow. "He always looks like that. I don't find it out of the ordinary." He shrugged and bit a chocolate frog in half.

"Maybe that is exactly the problem." Charlie said, throwing out his hands. "I could see his bones through that black sleeves shirt he wore under the other one. And when he took off those glasses, did no one else notice how thin his face suddenly got?" Bill nodded slowly. "I saw it too... It is very worrisome." Sirius sighed. "You're all getting a bit dramatic. He's fine. Harry is always fine."

Bill and Charlie shared a glance, but neither bothered to say anything else.

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Harry stared out of the window in the library, humming under his breath as he tied the bandage tighter around his forearm, using his teeth to tear off a piece of tape. Pulling the sleeves down of his shirt, Harry picked his book up and took the glasses out of his hair, placing them on his nose. He took out his wand and with a flick of his wrist, the rat that hurried across the floor, stopped and raised into the air towards him. "So... Peter..." He said softly and placed the rat on the table beside him.

He slowly moved his eyes from his book, to look at the rat. "What's the plan this year, then..? Hm..?" He asked and the rat squeaked. "Yes... I suppose that could be... Tell me the plan and I will tell you if it's worth my time."

An hour later, Fred and George entered the library and sighed at the sight of Harry sitting in the window. Harry had his eyes closed, head against the wall, he hated this whole thing, feeling like a prisoner in his own home.

"Oh Harry-kins~" Fred said, making Harry slowly open his eyes and look over at them. "Hm?" He asked and blinked tiredly. "What is this~" George teased, picking up the book. Harry's eyes glowed for a second and without thinking, made it show as if it was his diary instead.

"Please lord, make me the biggest star the world has ever known... So that I'll make it far...far away from this place..."

Harry made the book slam closed and float into his hand, his head turning towards the window. "Harry, you feeling okay?" George asked, thinking back to what Charlie and Bill had said the other night. "I'm fine guys. You should head down for dinner..." Harry said and his voice faded away.

"How about you come with us?" Fred proposed, sharing his brothers line of thoughts. "Not hungry... Thanks though..." The twins shared a glance and then nodded slowly. "Alright... Don't stay up too long..." Harry nodded slowly and the two red heads walked off, leaving him alone.

Entering the dining room, everyone turned to them. "What took so long?" Remus asked and the twins sighed. "We didn't find Harry. I suppose he will have Kreacher bring him some food if he needs it." The adults all nodded, except for Bill and Charlie, as well as the other teens, who all shared a glance with the Twins, who shared through their eyes that something was wrong with Harry, and they all understood, nodding silently.

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Harry slowly made his way up the stairs, reaching the last steps, he heard a door open. Upon glancing over there, his eyes met Sirius', who furrowed his brows. "Harry..?" He whispered, having just needed to use the loo. "Go back to sleep..." Harry said and put a foot onto the steps. "Harry. You can't walk up there... My stupid brother put a charm over the place, you get sent back here every time you reach the top..."

Harry felt the older mans hand on his shoulder and glanced at him. "Do not worry about that... Just go about your night..." He shook the hand off of him and continued upwards. Sirius watched with a raised brow, folding his arms and fully expecting his godson to be sent back down as soon as his foot hit the top step, but he just walked on to the room up there and Sirius' face fell, his eyes widening.

"What the fuck..." He whispered and then quickly tried to walk up as well, reaching the top, he looked to where Harry was and with a sigh, realized that he was standing up there. Turning his head, his eyes fell on the back of a much taller man with curly hair and a black trench-coat in the old room. His first instinct was to save Harry, and so, he set off in a run to reach the room.

"Morning love..." Remus hummed, rolling over and hugging Sirius close. Sirius woke with a gasp, his eyes opening wide. Remus furrowed his brows. "You okay..?" Sirius gasped for air as his head whisked around the room, eyes settling on the clock, it had been 6 hours since he was on his way to the bathroom, it now being 8AM...

"Something is wrong with Harry." 

A/N: Remember to eat food, drink water and get plenty of rest! See you at the next chapter in a few days!