Harry was used to the sight of Mr Quackers in his suite, although usually the little duck was coming to see Sirius. But this time he waddled directly over to Harry and laid down the piece of parchment he was carrying at Harry's feet.
"For me?"
Mr Quackers gave a loud quack.
"All right." Harry bent down from where he was sitting on his bed and picked up the note.
So. As he had expected, Voldemort was a downright mess. It probably was the Horcruxes. Harry didn't know much about the popcorn curse or how it worked, but it was quite probable, he decided, that it worsened the adverse effects of splitting one's soul, and so now Voldemort was doomed to a life of unpopping and repopping, over and over and over.
It was sort of funny, and he would have had a good laugh had the rest of the note not been so sobering.
Unfortunately for Sirius, Harry had a bit of a hero complex (which he no doubt had inherited from his mother). And so when he read Sirius's plea for him not to go to the Popcorn Room, he had already made up his mind that that's where he was going to be. He'd find a way to talk her out of whatever it was she was doing.
He was still raw from the previous night's fight, and he certainly didn't want a repeat of it, but if Sirius was at a loss, Harry would step in and do something about it. She was his mother. He was sure he'd manage to deal with her.
He sent the following note back to Sirius with Mr Quackers (after sparing a bit of a Pumpkin Pasty for the little guy):
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Sirius,
Thanks for letting me know. I'm going to go out and fly on my broom for a while, but after you bring her dinner, let me know if there's something I can do.
Harry
---
And before Mr Quackers had even reached the first step from the dungeons up to the floor where Sirius and Lily's suite was, Harry had run up those steps and headed out towards the Popcorn Room.
When he got there, he found Lily looking a right mess, staring straight ahead of herself into the Popcorn Room, just as Sirius had described.
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Date: 2007-05-25 08:48 pm (UTC)"For me?"
Mr Quackers gave a loud quack.
"All right." Harry bent down from where he was sitting on his bed and picked up the note.
So. As he had expected, Voldemort was a downright mess. It probably was the Horcruxes. Harry didn't know much about the popcorn curse or how it worked, but it was quite probable, he decided, that it worsened the adverse effects of splitting one's soul, and so now Voldemort was doomed to a life of unpopping and repopping, over and over and over.
It was sort of funny, and he would have had a good laugh had the rest of the note not been so sobering.
Unfortunately for Sirius, Harry had a bit of a hero complex (which he no doubt had inherited from his mother). And so when he read Sirius's plea for him not to go to the Popcorn Room, he had already made up his mind that that's where he was going to be. He'd find a way to talk her out of whatever it was she was doing.
He was still raw from the previous night's fight, and he certainly didn't want a repeat of it, but if Sirius was at a loss, Harry would step in and do something about it. She was his mother. He was sure he'd manage to deal with her.
He sent the following note back to Sirius with Mr Quackers (after sparing a bit of a Pumpkin Pasty for the little guy):
---
Sirius,
Thanks for letting me know. I'm going to go out and fly on my broom for a while, but after you bring her dinner, let me know if there's something I can do.
Harry
---
And before Mr Quackers had even reached the first step from the dungeons up to the floor where Sirius and Lily's suite was, Harry had run up those steps and headed out towards the Popcorn Room.
When he got there, he found Lily looking a right mess, staring straight ahead of herself into the Popcorn Room, just as Sirius had described.
It was time for his opening gambit.
"Hi."