In The Shadows [Book Two]

Chapter Nine:

[[I'm changing this chapter up from the book, because i really hate following so closely to it, it feels like you're just rereading the series but from another perspective and ugh.  So don't be upset that a few things were changed.]]

CHAPTER NINE:

"You said row 97," Hermione muttered, her eyes darting around the room. 

The room was huge, with shelves higher than Dumbledore (who was quite tall despite his age) as far as my eyes could see.  Each shelf had tons of small orb-like ornaments on them, and each shelf was numbered.  We stood in front of shelf 53 and to our right was 54, which meant if Harry wanted shelf number 97, we'd need to keep heading to our right.

Once we'd made it to our designated spot, we glanced down the aisle of orbs yet couldn't quite see anything. 

"He's down there, right at the end, you just can't see properly from here," Harry whispered, his eyes darting around as though he was searching for danger.  It didn't take long for us to notice -as we ventured down the aisle- that there was nobody.  There was nobody and nothing, probably in this entire room of shelves and orbs. 

Harry kept muttering to himself, trying to convince himself that our godfather was here but.. we were going by a dream, of course Sirius wouldn't be here! 

Harry ran down the aisles, looking, searching but finding nothing.  I watched as Hermione tried to talk Harry out of it, trying to tell him that Sirius wasn't here but then my attention turned to Ron. 

"What are you staring so intently at?" I questioned, sidling up beside him and following his line of vision. 

S.P.T to A.P.W.B.D

Dark Lord and (?) Harry Potter

Those were the words on a small plaque directly underneath an orb of white, it looked like a glass ball filled with smoke, and soon Ron was calling Harry over, telling him how the plaque had his name on it. 

After a few moments of Harry and Ron talking, Harry moved to touch the orb of white smoke despite protests from Longbottom.  He argued that it had his name on it therefore should be able to touch it. 

The moment he picked it up, a rather familiar voice spoke from behind our little group.

"Very good, Potter, now turn around nice and slowly and give that to me." 

Father?

Lucius Malfoy repeated his words, and though I understood for the most part what was happening, my older brother looked around with shock and confusion. 

"Where is Sirius?"

Bellatrix's voice, cold and crazy, cackled, her voice like nails over a chalkboard as she said 'The Dark Lord always knows!" 

But.. my Godfather.  He was family.  Did they actually have him, or was it all a trick?  Was he alive, was he dead.. would I even get a chance to meet him?  What did he look like, what was his favourite colour... these are all things I wanted to know; needed to know even. 

Father demanded something called 'the prophecy', which I assumed was the smokey circle in my older brothers palm but Harry showed no signs of giving it to them.

"I want to know where Sirius is!" 

Bella mimicked him in a whiny voice completely opposite of what Harry actually sounded like. 

I moved before I thought, and soon I was standing at the back of our group and away from both my older brother and the man I called my father.  I couldn't choose sides here, even if I desperately wanted to.  I was a Death Eater... but Harry and Sirius were family.