[HP] Leader's Exclusive Rose

Winter is coming.

"Harry! Rosa! Ron, here they are both! We didn't hear you come in! Oh, how are you? Is everything all right? Harry, are you mad at us? You must be. I Know that our letters are useless nonsense - but we can't tell you nothing, Dumbledore made us swear to say nothing. Oh, we have wonderful things to tell you, and you have many things to tell Tell us - Dementors! When we heard - and that thing that went to the Ministry of Magic for trial - it was a disgrace. I checked, they can't fire you, absolutely not, "To Minors The Reasonable Restraint of Wizards Act states that magic can be used in life-threatening situations—"

"Give him a break, Hermione," said Ron, smiling as he closed the door behind Harry.In the month they've been apart, he seems to have grown a few more inches, making him leaner and clumsier than before, but the long nose, the red hair, and the freckles are still the same. It was exactly the same as before.

Hermione let go of Harry and took Rosalind's arm excitedly, still beaming.But before she could say anything else, she heard a slight whirring sound, and a white object flew over from the top of the black wardrobe, and landed lightly on Harry's shoulder.

"Hedwig!" Harry stroked the snow-white owl's feathers, its beak made a clicking sound, and it gently pecked Harry's ear lovingly.

"He's been restless," said Ron, "and he nearly pecked us half to death when he brought your last two letters, look at this—"

He held up the index finger of his right hand to show Harry that there was a near-healed but clearly deep gash.

"Oh," said Harry, rubbing his nose guiltily, "I'm so sorry, but I'd like to hear back, you know—"

"We want to write back to you too, buddy," Ron raised his eyebrows helplessly, "Hermione was so worried that she kept saying, if you're stuck there and don't get any news, you Surely something foolish is going to happen. But Dumbledore told us to—”

"Swear not to tell me?" said Harry. "Yeah, Rosa and Hermione already said that."

The warm joy when he saw his best friend was slowly extinguished now, and a cold thing poured into the depths of his heart.All of a sudden—despite wanting to see them all month long—now he felt he would rather the three of them go away and leave him alone.

There was a tense silence as Harry stroked Hedwig mechanically without looking at either of them.

"Principal Dumbledore seems to think this is the most appropriate way," Rosalind said softly, "and don't we two communicate by phone?"

"Yeah." Harry noticed that Hermione also had scars from being pecked by Hedwig on her hands, and complex emotions welled up in her emerald green eyes.

"I think he thinks you're safest with Muggles—" Ron said too.

"Really?" Harry asked back, raising his eyebrows. "Which of you was attacked by a dementor this summer?"

"Oh, no—" Ron said, "That's why he sent people from the Order of the Phoenix to follow you at all times."

Harry felt a jerk in his stomach, as if he had missed his foot going down the stairs.So everyone knew that he was being followed, but he was the only one kept in the dark.

"It doesn't seem to work very well, does it?" Harry tried to keep his voice calm. "I still have to protect myself, don't I?"

"He's furious," said Hermione, in an almost terrified tone, "Dumbledore. We saw him. The way he looked when he found out that Mundungus had left before the changing of the guard." It's just scary."

"Oh, I wish he had gone," said Harry dryly. "If he doesn't leave, I won't be able to use magic, and Dumbledore will probably let me stay on Privet Drive all summer."

"Aren't you worried about... being on trial at the Ministry?" Hermione asked softly.

"No." Harry stubbornly didn't tell the truth.He walked away from them, looking around, Hedwig resting contentedly on his shoulder, but the room didn't seem to make him feel any better - it was dark and damp here.The stripped walls were bare except for a blank canvas in an ornate frame.As Harry passed it, he thought he heard someone laughing softly in the shadows.

"Then why is Dumbledore so eager to keep me in the dark?" Harry asked, still trying to keep his voice indifferent, "did you - er ... bother to ask him?"

He looked up just in time to catch the three of them exchanging glances, as if to say that he was acting as they had feared.This made him more irritable.

"We said to Dumbledore, we'd love to tell you what happened," said Rosalind, "and we did, buddy. But he's so busy right now that we've only seen him since we got here." Twice. He didn't have much time, he just asked us to promise not to tell you important things when we wrote, and he said that the owl might be intercepted halfway."

"If he really wanted to, he could still give me the news," said Harry gruffly. "Don't he know of other ways of sending messages besides owls?"

Hermione glanced at Ron, then said, "I've thought about that, too. But he just doesn't want you to know anything."

"Maybe he doesn't think I can be trusted," said Harry, watching their expressions.

"Don't be silly." Ron looked a little panicked at his performance.

"Or think I can't take care of myself," Harry said, still giving himself up.

"Of course he doesn't think so!" said Hermione anxiously.

"Then why do I have to stay at the Dursleys when you're a part of everything that's going on here?" He sputtered out sentence after sentence, his voice getting louder, "Why did you allow to know all that happened? The matter? Obviously Cedric also experienced the incident at the Riddle cemetery, why can he know about it and participate in your so-called plan that is hidden from me?

"That's not it!" interrupted Ron. "Mum wouldn't let us go into their meeting place, she said we were too young—"

Harry cried out unconsciously: "So it's a pity you didn't make it to the meeting! But you've been staying here, haven't you? You've been staying together! And me, I'm stuck in Dursley Li family for a whole month! But I have experienced more things than both of you, and Dumbledore knows this-who kept the Philosopher's Stone? Who got rid of Riddle? Who got rid of the dementors? Saved both of your lives?"

Every bitter, resentful thought Harry had had for the past month was flooding his head now: the anxiety at not getting news, the knowledge that they'd been staying together and leaving him alone. The grievance of being followed, but kept in the dark—all these made him feel humiliated, and now this feeling finally rushed out like a flood that burst a bank.

Hedwig was frightened by his voice, fluttered her wings and flew back to the top of the wardrobe.Piglets squeaked in panic and swished faster and faster above their heads.

"Harry." Rosalind called him gently.The black-haired, blue-eyed savior still didn't turn around to look at the three friends again.

"I just, I don't know what's wrong with me..." Harry hugged his head in pain, "I didn't mean to get angry with you, I'm sorry..."

Hermione stepped forward and gave him a hug: "It's okay, we know."

Rosalind stood aside and watched the three of them embracing each other to comfort each other, and couldn't help fiddled with the ring on her left hand -- she didn't know how Cedric was doing today.

Turning the door open, she wanted to observe this strange corridor.

"So what are they doing?" Gathering his emotions Harry was still curious about it all.

"They are having a meeting—members of the Order of the Phoenix will hold specific meetings for some special situations," Rosalind explained to him, "My mother told me."

Ron frowned when he heard this: "Why doesn't my mother tell us anything?"

boom--

A loud voice came from outside the door, and Harry immediately opened the door to see:

"Tonks!" Molly yelled, turning angrily.

"I'm sorry!" Tonks screamed - she was lying on her back on the ground, "it's all because of that unlucky umbrella stand, it's the second time I've tripped over it -"

Before she could finish her sentence, she was drowned out by a horrible, deafening, blood-curdling scream.

The two velvet curtains full of insect eyes that Rosalind and Harry had passed before were suddenly lifted, and there was indeed something hidden behind:

For a split second Harry thought it was a window behind which an old lady in a black hat was screaming desperately, loudly, as if being tortured - and then he realized that it was just a life-size but never in his life had he seen such a lifelike, such an unpleasant portrait.

The old lady was drooling, her eyes were rolling, and the yellow skin on her face was taut with screaming.In the foyer behind them, the other portraits were awakened and started screaming too, so loudly that it was deafening.The four of them had to close their eyes tightly and cover their ears with their hands.

Lupine and Molly rushed over in three steps at a time, trying to draw the curtain to cover the old lady inside, but they couldn't.The old lady's cries became harsher, and she waved her claw-like hands, as if she wanted to grab their faces.

"Bastard! Bitch! Dirty and sinful bastard! Bastard, freak, ugly bastard, get out of here! How dare you defile my ancestor's house—"

Tonks apologized profusely, dragging the huge, lumbering troll leg back into its original position.Rosalind also came to her side to help.

Molly made no attempt to close the curtains, but turned and hurried across the hall, casting Stunning Charms with her wand on the other portraits.Then a man with long black hair rushed out of a door opposite Harry.

"Shut up, you horrible old hag, shut up!" he roared, grabbing hold of the curtain Molly had just dropped.

The old lady suddenly turned pale.

"You—you!" She widened her eyes when she saw the man, and yelled sharply: "The prodigal son, the disgrace of the family, the evil seed I gave birth to!"

"I told you—shut up!" roared the man, who, with great effort together with Lupine, managed to close the curtain again.

The old woman's scream died away, and there was a reverberating silence.

Panting slightly, pushing back the long black hair that blocked his eyes, Sirius, Harry's godfather, turned to look at Harry.

"Hello, Harry, and you, Miss Shen." He still had a straight face, "It seems that you have already met my mother."

Harry opened his mouth in shock, "Your—?"

"Yes, my dear good mother," said Sirius. "We've been trying to get her down for a month, but she seems to have cast a permanent sticking charm behind the canvas. Let's go downstairs, hurry up." , don’t wait for them to wake up again.”

"But what is your mother's portrait here for?" asked Rosalind suspiciously, as they had passed through the door out of the hall and were descending a narrow stone staircase, followed by the others. .

"Didn't your parents tell you? This is the ancestral home of the Black family." Sirius turned his head and glanced at Rosalind: "But I am the only one left in the Black family, so this house belongs to me now. I keep it Give it to Dumbledore as the headquarters—that's about the only useful thing I can do."