How Many Secrets Can One Keep?

Secret No. 1: The Chest

The Order meeting had finally finished and everyone rushed down for Mrs Weasley's homecooked dinner. Harry took a seat across from his godfather with Ron and Ginny on either side of him. 

Sirius and Remus were in a heated arguement but their voices were hushed to almost a whisper. No one could hear what was being said but Harry knew someting was not right if his godfather was angry at his best friend. Harry looked to his left at Hermione. She shrugged her shoulders, no one seemed to know what the arguement was about.

"Enough," Mrs Weasley said sternly as she placed a big pot of soup in the middle of the table. "We will talk about this later, maturally," she narrowed her eyes at Sirius who was bright red in the face. His hands were clenched into fists as he glared at the empty plate in front of him.

"Sirius, there may be a poss-" Remus started but was cut off by Sirius

"NO! I saw- no it doesn't matter! I know what I saw!"

"But what if-"

"I said ENOUGH!" Mrs Weasley yelled. The two men immedietly looked down and started to fill their bowls. Sirius reached for a piece of bread and dipped it in his soup. During the dinner no one said a word. This surprised the trio, especially since the twins made no attempt to make a joke or Sirius telling a story about his days at Hogwarts.

"What were you arguing about?" Harry asked. Silence fell over the table, everyone froze and all the adults stared at Harry then at Sirius.

"Nothing," Sirius said sternly.

"There must be something if it had you this riled up. Does this have to do with Voldemort?"

Sirius slammed his bread into the bowl of soup, causing it to spill over Remus and Fred. Sirius stood from his seat, toppling the chair over as he stormed to the door way, "not everything has to revolve around him," he muttered as he left the dining room. 

Remus stood up to follow his best friend but was stopped by Mrs Weasley, "let him settle. I can only imagine what he his feeling,"

"But if there is a possibility then what do we do?" Remus turned to face Moody.

"There is nothing we can do. If what Sirius said is true, then there is no possibility, but if you are right," Alastor sighed, "we need to think of something,"

"What is going on?" Hermione chipped in, her curiosity getting the better of her. 

"Something you should not concern yourself with," Remus said

"If this has something to do with Vol-" Harry started

"It does not!" Remus said sternly. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "I am sorry, but for now it does not,"

"But why?" Harry whined

"It is not for us to tell you Harry. That is up to Sirius, he must be the one to show you," Remus said as he too left the room. Harry scanned the table and no one met his eyes, not even Mrs Weasley.

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Sirius stormed out of the kitchen and into his bedroom. He locked the door behind him and to his wardrobe. His hands hovered over the brass handles, slowly circuling his fingers around the clod metal. He opened his eyes and yanked the doors open. 

He bent down onto his knees to push boxes and clothes aside. He pressed his hand on the bottom of the wardrobe until he heard a click. He lifted his hand and pushed the board to the side to allow him access to the chest that was hidden.

He pulled the chest out of the wardrobe and placed it on his desk. The chest was the width of his shoulders and only as deep as three stacked apples. The spell had an extension charm that the owner had placed on it.