Life with Fred Weasley

Life With Fred Weasley Chapter 5

"Who wants to read next?" Molly asked. Arthur took the book from his wife's grasp and continued to read.

Harry edged forward and peered down one of the shadowy aisles between two rows of shelves. He could not hear anything or see the slightest sign of movement.

The young ones were confused while the people in the Order were glancing at each other. He was in the hall of prophecies.

"You said it was row ninety-seven," whispered Hermione.

"Yeah," breathed Harry, looking up at the end of the closest row. Beneath the branch of blue glowing candles protruding from it glimmered the silver figure fifty-three.

Harry groaned, "I think we'd be able to hear you screaming if you were actually there."

"We need to go right, I think," whispered Hermione, squinting to the next row. "Yes... that's fifty-four..."

"Keep your wands ready," Harry said softly.

They crept forward, glancing behind them as they went on down the long alleys of shelves, the further ends of which were in near-total darkness. Tiny, yellowing labels had been stuck beneath each glass orb on the shelves. Some of them had a weird, liquid glow; others were as dull and dark within as blown light bulbs.

"What does that mean?"

"What are those things?"

"What's going on?"

"I'm not sure what the different colors refer to but those are prophecies and it appears that Mr. Potter and his crew are in the department of prophecies looking for Sirius." Dumbledore explained carefully.

They passed row eighty-four... eighty-five... Harry was listening hard for the slightest sound of movement, but Sirius might be gagged now, or else unconscious... or, said an unbidden voice inside his head, he might already be dead...

I'd have felt it, he told himself, his heart now hammering against his Adam's apple, I'd already know...

"Ninety-seven!" whispered Hermione.

They stood grouped around the end of the row, gazing down the alley beside it. There was nobody there.

"He's right down at the end," said Harry, whose mouth had become slightly dry. "You can't see properly from here."

And he led them between the towering rows of glass balls, some of which glowed softly as they passed...

"He should be near here," whispered Harry, convinced that every step was going to bring the ragged form of Sirius into view on the darkened floor. "Anywhere here... really close..."

Harry just leaned his face into Fred's broad shoulder. He didn't want to listen to this anymore...he just wanted this all to be a dream.

"Harry?" said Hermione tentatively, but he did not want to respond. His mouth was very dry.

"Somewhere about... here..." he said.

They had reached the end of the row and emerged into more dim candlelight. There was nobody there. All was echoing, dusty silence.

"He might be..." Harry whispered hoarsely, peering down the next alley. "Or maybe..." He hurried to look down the one beyond that.