In Between Two Worlds (HP/PJO Crossover)

Chapter 132: Beauxbatons and Dumstrang.

I woke up the next morning and went down to the Common Room to sit by the fire and read. I pulled out a book that Annie had given me about famous healers. I had just finished reading about Omar Abasi when someone came down the stairs. I turned and saw Harry.

"Hey." He jumped slightly when I spoke. "What are you doing up so early?"

"Oh. I'm writing to Sirius and telling him not to come," he said.

"Okay. I'll help you," I got up and we sat at the table that still had Harry and Ron's divination homework on it.

After a little while, we finished. I doubted that it would convince him but I didn't dare say that to Harry. He was still angry with himself for writing to him in the first place.

Dear Sirius,
I reckon I just imagined my scar hurting, I was half asleep when I wrote to you last time. There's no point coming back, everything's fine here. Don't worry about me, my head feels completely normal.
Harry

P.S. Karlee says she loves you too.

We then climbed out of the portrait hole, up through the silent castle (held up only briefly by Peeves, who tried to overturn a large vase on us halfway along the fourth-floor corridor), finally arriving at the Owlery.

Hundreds upon hundreds of owls of every breed imaginable were nestled here on perches that rose right up to the top of the tower, nearly all of them asleep, though here and there, a round amber eye glared at Harry and me. We spotted Hedwig nestled between Agnes and a tawny owl. We hurried over to her, sliding a little on the dropping-strewn floor.

It took Harry a while to persuade her to wake up and then to look at him, as she kept shuffling around on her perch, showing him her tail. She was evidently still furious about his lack of gratitude the previous night. In the end, it was Harry suggesting she might be too tired, and that perhaps he should borrow Agnes, that made her stick out her leg and allow him to tie the letter to it.

"Just find him, all right?" Harry said, stroking her back as he carried her on his arm to one of the holes in the wall. "Before the dementors do."

She nipped his finger, perhaps rather harder than she would ordinarily have done, but hooted softly in a reassuring sort of way all the same. Then she spread her wings and took off into the sunrise. Harry and I watched her fly out of sight with the familiar feeling of unease back in my stomach.

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"That was a lie," said Hermione sharply over breakfast, when we told her, Bailey and Ron what w,e had done. "You didn't imagine your scar hurting and you know it."

"So what?" said Harry. "He's not going back to Azkaban because of me."

"Drop it," Ron sharply said to Hermione as she opened her mouth to argue some more, and for once, Hermione heeded him, and fell silent.

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Harry and I both did our best not to worry about Siri over the next couple of weeks. True, we could not stop ourselves from looking anxiously around every morning when the post owls arrived. I also looked late at night before I went to sleep to prevent myself from seeing horrible visions of Siri, cornered by dementors down some dark London street, but between times I tried to keep my mind off Siri. I wished I still had Quidditch to distract me; nothing worked so well on a troubled mind as a good, hard training session. I was still trying to train in the Room of Requirement whenever I could, but I wasn't the same. On the other hand, our lessons were becoming more difficult and demanding than ever before, particularly Moody's Defense Against the Dark Arts.