Harry Potter and the Blood of Merlin.

Chapter 5 - The funeral of Nicolas Flamel

After wiping his eyes with Gideon's handkerchief Harry pulled himself together. He sat on the camp bed and pulled on his socks and shoes and threw a couple of owl treats into Hedwig's empty cage. She had returned in the night and flew straight back out again, she had returned with no letters though. He made his way down through the old house following the zig zag staircase past landings and corridors. He entered the kitchen to find more people than he expected. Professor Lupin, Tonks, Kinglsey Shacklebolt and much to his surprise Dumbledore. They all stood looking rather sombre in various shades of Brilliant blue. The kitchen seemed to burst at the seams with the Weasley's and all these new guests.

'Ahh Harry dear' said Mrs. Weasley making no sign of their earlier conversation. It's a big day today. Eat up your breakfast, your far too skinny.' She piled about 6 sausages onto his plate and pushed him down into a seat while all the eyes in the room seemed to focus on him. He found it rather hard to eat with that many people watching him.

'What's going on?' said Ron in a rather undignified tone his own mouth full of bacon.

Harry Looked to Lupin who maintained eye contact with him whilst answering Ron's question. 'Today we are to attend the funeral of Nicolas Flamel.' and with that he took a slight step backwards as if expecting something to happen.

Harry looked around the room at the group watching him, all except Dumbledore he stood observing the famous Weasley clock. It had no numbers and a number of hands, one for each of the Weasleys in fact. Around the edge were little words painted onto the face, things such as 'at school', 'at work' and now all the hands pointed to the twelve position which read 'mortal peril'

'Such a wonderful clock Mrs. Weasley' I do wish you would let me study it' Dumbledore said towards Mrs. Weasley.

'Oh well actually no Dumbledore.' She replied if my father knew I was letting someone study the secrets of my family's clock making skills than I'm sure he should be turning in his grave.'

Dumbledore smiled at her, I do have one of my own of his creations you know Molly' and he pulled out his own pocket watch which Harry had seen before. He held out the gold watch for her to see. It had twelve hands, and like the Weasley clock it didn't have numbers but little planets which moved around the edges.

'Well bless my stars' Mrs. Weasley exclaimed. I didn't think there were many working still.' She turned it over in her hands with such care Harry would have thought it was made of glass.

'This is one of my Grandfathers' she finally explained after everyone had lost interest and had begun to talk between themselves again.

Ron took this opportunity to whisper to Harry. 'You gonna go to the Funeral?' he asked with trepidation in his voice. 'You know with Sirius and all that', Ginny nudged Ron in the chest with her elbow. 'A bloody teaspoon Ron' and tutted. 'Of course Harry will go, he saved the Philosophers stone, it would be a sign of respect.'

'Quite right Ginevra' said Dumbledore from behind them making the three of them jump. 'Best finish that bacon Harry we must be leaving soon' Dumbledore said reaching between Ron and Harry and helping himself to a piece of toast.

Harry went to change and couldn't think of anything to wear to a Funeral, he could wear his black school robes he guessed but they would be too small for him now, he had grown another couple of inches over the summer and he had yet to go to Diagon Ally. On the camp bed lay a set of deep blue robes. They weren't his and he wondered whose they were.

'They're Charlies' Ron answered Harrys unspoken question.

Harry looked at him, 'But why are they blue? Don't you wear black?' he asked and Ron stared blankly at him before shaking his head. 'I forget you grew up as a muggle' Ron chuckled.