Harry Potter and the Blood of Merlin.

Chapter 6 - Goodbye Sirius Black

He had barely stepped back into the burrow when a mass of frizzy brown hair seemed to envelope him.

'Oh Harry I do hope you are alright, are you ok? That's wasn't too bad was it?' Hermione fired questions at him and in the shock of being pounced on he didn't know how to react. Hermione took his silence as troubling and took a step back. 'Are you ok Harry' she asked with more caution in her voice this time.

'Yes, yes I'm fine Hermione, you just shocked me that's all' her told her and saw her visibly relax.

Mrs. Weasley bustled back into the kitchen to great them all, 'Ginny dear put the kettle on' and Ginny who had just come into the kitchen tutted as she dutifully followed her mother's orders. Harry watched as the sun caught her hair and illuminated it to a bright flame red.

'Harry' Dumbledore drew him out of his distraction and followed Harry's eye line to Ginny. 'Yes now might be a good time Harry' He continued and lead Harry out into the yard. A couple of chickens clucked away as Harry and Dumbledore began to circle the house.

'Is there anything you want to ask me about today Harry?' Dumbledore enquired. Harry ran over the events in his head, the blue robes, Beauxbatons, the white stars.

'Did Merlin really set up Beauxbatons?' he asked finally.

Dumbledore looked a little taken aback by Harrys question but quickly regained his composure.

'Yes Harry he did'

'But I thought Merlin was from England?' Harry continued,

'Quite right harry, but a fled to France after it got too dangerous for him in London any more, they were dangerous times for Wizards back then and if I'm correct I believe he was almost burnt at the stake Harry'

Harry looked at Dumbledore in shock, 'I thought Merlin was some big English legend'

Dumbledore chuckled, 'time is written to delete what people don't want us to see Harry which shall be something we shall focus on once we get back to school' Dumbledore added. They continued to walk around the building in silence until Harry asked the question Dumbledore was waiting for.

'Why didn't we have a Funeral for Sirius?'

Dumbledore stopped and for a moment stared at the chickens who pecked the ground before them.

'Alas Harry, wizarding law has some strange and outdated customs. In order to have a funeral, we must first....' he paused, and looked Harry in the eye as he said 'have a body'

Harry's heart jumped. He had known this really he just wanted to have it confirmed. Of course there was no body. His God father had fallen through the veil. Into what, Harry wasn't quite sure, but he had thought that it was some kind of door for the dead. He had thought over those last few moments time and time again. How Sirius was laughing at Bellatrix as they duelled, how he mocked her. The two cousins fighting each on a different side. Sirius for the Order and Bellatrix for Voldemort. Every time it all comes down to the fact that it was his fault. He had been led there by Voldemort. A trick and Voldemort knew that Harry would fall for it. Being the little hero and going to save Sirius and for what? it led to Sirius's death.

A loud crack ricocheted around the garden and a portion of the stone boundary wall fell to the ground in pieces.

'Harry, you must learn to rule your temper' Dumbledore warned. 'We may not be able to have a traditional Wizard funeral, but there is still another ceremony that we are going to do. That is to say we are going to do tonight, up there' Dumbledore pointed off into the distance and Harry followed his finger to a line of hills.