Remembering Me

For the next month or so, members of the Order of the Phoenix continued to come and go, busy with tasks that I had no chance to know the details of.The most exciting thing is that Feige heard the news that Harry was attacked by dementors. Mundungus ran to buy the crucible when he was on duty to protect Harry, so Dumbledore had to take Harry here Come plan ahead.

This was the best chance I'd had to get out of the old house since being trapped here, and after Mundungus backed away with a grim face, I walked up to Dumbledore.

I remember listing all the reasons I could find: now the Order of the Phoenix needs all the manpower it can mobilize, Harry trusts me more, and the danger I face when flying to pick Harry up together is no greater than others, etc.To be honest, as long as I can leave this ghost place for a while, even if I can't join the team to protect Harry, I'm willing to just be responsible for signaling.

In my memory, I have never fought for anything so well-founded. I was almost moved when I was talking, but it was obviously not enough to impress Dumbledore.

"I'm sorry, but I'm afraid we can't take any more risks, Sirius." Dumbledore's piercing gaze pierced me, and it always made me feel like a three-year-old trying to hide a big head. "You know Harry, you know that if you fell into Voldemort's hands he would risk his life to save you, just like James."

Nothing shuts me up like the word "James."I was annoyed, but also aware that there was no turning back what Dumbledore said.

Seeing me sinking myself back into the chair depressed, Remus patted me on the shoulder: "We will definitely bring Harry back safely."

So comforting.

"Harry's the best hope of us getting back safely anyway, isn't he, Mad-Eye?" Tonks interrupted Mad-Eye's routine spout of action, unceremoniously.

I got up and walked up and down the stairs, leaving Mad-Eye's exasperation, Tonks' retort, and Remus' concern behind me.The eyes of the participants in the action followed me upstairs, and the last thing I needed was understanding and sympathy.It's disrespectful to do that when my mates are risking their lives to pick up my godson, but whatever.

The twins and Ginny were in the living room, hiding something behind them as quickly as I came up.It's not been a day or two since these kids wanted to inquire about the secrets of the Order of the Phoenix. A few days ago, Molly confiscated a batch of prying devices called "Ears" or something.I went right past them, and nothing I wanted more than Buckbeak's savage face at the moment - if that could be called a face, with Remus and Molly worrying about children.

Maybe another bottle of Flame Whiskey, Mundungus seems to have acquired another batch of rare and expensive wine of unknown origin a few days ago and secretly hoarded it in the wine cellar.Molly always berates him for using the Order of the Phoenix headquarters as a warehouse for loot, but I don't care, the old house wasn't much better for its original purpose.Presumably my godson wouldn't mind if I took some after nearly killing his godson and facing charges of using magic outside of school, and Molly probably doesn't have time for such trivialities at the moment.

Kreacher came out of my mother's old room, and for a rare moment he wasn't swearing, because his mouth was busy kissing reverently an old picture frame.I took a step to the side to block it in front of it. It didn't realize my existence until the disgusting big nose almost touched my knee, and looked up at me furtively.

I shattered its attempt to hide the frame, grabbed it and smashed it against the wall.While doing so, I said, "Shut up, Kreacher."

The elf's startled eyes quickly filled with tears filled me with a kind of vicious pleasure, and it gave a bow low enough to crush its nose to the ground, and staggered to the corner to make way for me, fluttering soundlessly. The mouth was clearly spitting out the words that could not be uttered by my direct orders.I caught a glimpse of it picking up the pieces as I turned the corner in the hallway, and knew it would try to put them back together when we got back to that disgusting lair.

It would have been more interesting if I had just drawn my wand and cast a Vanishing Charm on what it was holding, without me even having to turn around to do so.But I figured I didn't need to squander all the fun in the first two months, so I headed in the direction of the attic without stopping.

Humiliation of Kreacher gave me the same comfort that life made me feel less unbearable after every rant at my mother, it convinced me that I was as miserable as I had described to Tonks—if No more embarrassing words.

When I got to the attic door, I stopped and thought about it, then turned around and walked to my room.There are probably a few hours left before I have to take a good shower, rinse my mouth, and get myself clean clothes.Poor Harry must be very distraught by the trial, which means it's time for me to step in and play the trusty godfather.

Harry arrived safe and sound before dinner that day, and apart from his tantrums, there was basically nothing wrong with him.From inside the room I could hear him yelling at his friends at a terrifyingly loud volume.

After such a horrible ordeal at the end of last school year, being locked up in a place he hated for 5 weeks without anyone knowing about it, and all the slander in the newspapers, I can totally understand Harry's anger.But it's another thing for me to sympathize, listen to what he's been doing this holiday season: picking up Muggle newspapers from the bin, eavesdropping on the news under a window, fighting off dementors, defending himself struggle for the soul.I really don't think he has anything to complain about.

For five weeks, when I opened the window to see the light and was annoyed to death by a nervous Remus or Molly about safety, every day I was looking forward to something exciting like a fire or an attack.But this is impossible. The ancient spells of the old house itself and the protection of the Fidelity Curse make it second only to Hogwarts and Gringotts in security, which is why it became the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix.

Well, I know I should be thankful for that, since I can't help the Order of the Phoenix any more than it does.

Tell Harry the truth about my summer life, and within a few words I can watch the anger on his face turn into sympathy.Like James, Harry's attention was easily diverted, and his anger came and went quickly.During the subsequent dinner time, he was immersed in the joy of food and gathering with friends. People like him and James seemed to be as optimistic and hopeful as living in a world without suffering no matter what they went through. .

After the meal, it was time for inquisitive questions. It started with Molly and the children competing for voice, and ended with Molly sending the children back to their room to sleep. The other members of the Order of the Phoenix also left.

No matter how much time the kids spent discussing the information they had heard after they got back to their room, it is safe to say that I got less sleep than any of them that night because I was mostly not asleep.

"He's not James, Sirius!"

"Sometimes you talk about him like you thought your best friend was back!"

Getting along with Molly for a long time, most of the time I would recite a silencing spell to her in my heart.The appearance of her nagging mother-in-law can easily make people overlook the fact that she is a sensitive woman, so the occasional sharp poop is especially unbearable.

I wanted to convince myself that Molly wasn't telling the truth, of course I could tell the difference between my friends and my godson.I saw James slumped in the living room he had painstakingly refurbished and was once proud of, his glasses on one side, his half-closed eyes empty and bewildered.He is dead and will not be coming back.

But sometimes I do find myself avoiding Harry's gaze -- the gaze from Lily's eyes.

Harry's not James, I know...do I know?

Harry joined the cleaning team from the early morning of the next day, and he was not idle until the beginning of school, except for the day of the trial.And when it comes to the trial, the biggest significance is to emphasize how much Harry is valued. A case of underage wizards using magic was actually tried by all members of the Wizengamot. Melon is not treated like this.

The last part of August passed quickly, Ron and Hermione became prefects, and my telling Harry that James and I hadn't been prefects was an effective way to assuage his frustration.As the start of school approached, every kid was visibly excited about it, and they had had enough of this gloomy, musty place and couldn't wait to get out.

After the summer vacation, the various tasks of the Order of the Phoenix will officially start to operate, which means that there will not be too much time for people in the headquarters.Exciting days are coming, and as a stay-at-home watcher, I try not to be the spoiler.