Death's Chosen Child

Chapter 10: Part ten

Harry's POV;

He creeps out of bed, leaving a still sleeping Tom in the room before walking downstairs. He sees Sirius sitting in the kitchen with the Daily Prophet, the regular breakfast stalled out in front of him and a cup of coffee. As soon as Sirius sees Harry, his eyes glow up, and Harry can see he's dying to say something, but Harry promptly pushes a croissant in his open mouth. He doesn't want to hear it. He just knows that Sirius must have seen what happened yesterday.

''Sirius, the Black's still have an island somewhere, right?'' He asks like nothing is the matter while taking a sip from the tea Dobby just put in front of him. His head is killing him right now. He needs tea and food.

Sirius looks confused but nods while trying to swallow a bite of croissant. Harry claps his hands and fakes a grin. ''Great! I'm going to live there in a cabin in the jungle, don't write unless it's an emergency. Bye now!'' He stands and almost sprints out of the kitchen when he hears Sirius scrambling after him.

But before he can leave the kitchen, Remus walks in, grabs his arm to pull him back to the kitchen island, and pushes him into a seat. Harry is definitely not pouting while he's being manhandled back to his seat.

Harry tumps his head on the granite and groans. ''I'm so stupid.''

''Now, Harry, you couldn't know that Darkthorn's daughter was that desperate and would roofie the wine.'' Remus tries to console him, he even adds a head pat, but it only adds to Harry's panic.

''SHE DID WHAT?!'' He shrieks. He can admit to shrieking. It was the only description for the high-pitched yell that came out of him.

Remus flinches, and Harry pats his wrist in consolement, he forgot that it's almost the full moon. Remus's hearing is even better during that time of the month.

Oh-oh Godric. Remus may have heard them... Harry remembers a door slamming...

''What the hell did she want to achieve?'' Harry hisses with a beet red head, not wanting to look Remus in the eye right now. It was bad enough that Sirius probably saw a lot more than he bargained for yesterday.

''Line theft,'' Sirius replies with a dark look.

Harry looks at his godfather and sees the twist in his lips. ''Was she arrested?'' Harry asks with a glint in his eyes.

''Not yet, but my contact in the Ministry just sent me an owl that she wasn't at home when they came looking for her.'' Sirius stirred his coffee.

''What about your other contacts?'' Harry asked in an air of nonchalance, but everybody in the kitchen knew he was seething in rage. They also knew that with 'other contacts,' Harry meant the wizards in attending yesterday, in other words, the witches and wizards who are on the darker side of the spectrum.

''You know that they don't spill the beans if something like this happens. If she's found by the end of the day, it would be quick, especially because she didn't limit herself to just one house. She spiked almost everyone's drink. Even asked the house-elves for help, who were too afraid to say no.'' Sirius muttered darkly.

Harry's anger cooled down significantly. But a question was still jumping around in his mind. ''Were Tom and I the primary targets?'' He asked in almost a whisper. They were the youngest Lords in attendance yesterday, and the heirs in attendance were minors.

Sirius looks sympathetically. ''Yes, you were, from what I've heard. She made a deal with a couple of her friends who are single or not yet pregnant by their own spouses.'' Sirius's face twisted at that, and he gripped Remus's hand while stroking his thumb over Remus's knuckles.