After 8 years, I have returned to finish my deed…

Previously on Harry Potter and the Tear of Satan…

There it was, Number 11 and number 13.

In between is the very place that Harry wish to never return to, but yet fate bought him here once again.

The door to Number 12 materialized out of nowhere, with Mr. Weasley ushering him into the house, he grudgingly walked in.

Chapter 8: Return to Grimmauld Place

The dust in the air lingered for a moment as Harry set down his belongings.

"Harry!" Harry's face was met with a never-changing bush along a sobbing Hermione.

"'Mione, I'm really ok, you can let me go now," Harry whispered softly to her.

"Oh, I was so afraid that…." She paused for a moment to look at Harry, "it's okay to say his name, I'm fine," he muttered.

"I was afraid that… you would blame yourself for Sirius's death…" at the end of the sentence Hermione couldn't even hear herself.

"There's nothing you can do, Harry-"

"Get him, save him, he's only just gone through!"

"It's too late, Harry-"

"We can still reach him—"

"There's nothing you can do, Harry… nothing… He's gone."

"He hasn't gone!"

"Harry? Are you there mate?" a concerned Ron appeared from behind Harry, since Hermione had stopped Harry in the center of the entrance to the black residence.

Snapping back to reality, Harry shook his head and managed to force a smile towards his two best friends, "It is comforting to know you guys are here, thanks" he said with sincerity, but thought to himself, "I won't let you guys die because of me…"

"Harry Darling, since…Sirius is no longer sleeping in his room, we all thought you might like to have it" A Mrs. Wealsey appeared from the kitchen area, this time look as though she has grown weary and tired.

"Hello Mrs. Weasley, I'll be fine with any room really" said Harry gently, knowing that the situation is imminent upon all of them, Death Eaters are out and about at night, hunting anyone that resists Voldemort's rage.

"Nonsense, it is only rightful for you to have his room, now, I didn't dare to touch anything inside, and I thought you might like to take a moment to….you know… remember him,"

"Thank you…" without saying hi to anyone else, Harry took the flight of stairs straight to the third floor, where Sirius's bedroom resides.

"Did someone say Harry is here?" Ginny's head popped out from the second landing only to see a slightly disappointed Ron and Hermione.

"He went to Sirius's room, just give him some time Ginny" said Hermione.

"Well, he seems to be taking it well, a little too well perhaps" A troubled looking Mr. Weasley and Bill sighed as they reinforce the charms on the entrance.

Ron and Hermione shared a solemn look, then proceeded to their respective rooms.

It has been a while, Harry thought to himself. Looking around the bedroom, a night stand, a standing dresser, a king size bed covered with some ragged sheets swept under Harry's green pupils. He probably doesn't sleep well after all those years in Azkaban, slight anger emitted from Harry at the thought of Sirius's wrongful imprisonment. He took a seat at the edge of the bed, and saw the only picture framed on the night stand.

"Dearest Padfoot,

We're so glad to have you in Harry's life,

Your favorite Marauder,

James Potter"

It was a picture of Sirius holding baby Harry, Sirius was clean-shaved, eyes were full of joy as he look down at the semi-hairless baby in his arms. The picture looked as though it was taken only a few moments aft Harry's birth, Sirius was still wearing these ridiculous looking scrubs from a muggle hospital.

Looking more determined than ever, Harry laid in the bed for quite some time, contemplating his resolve.

When supper time was near, Harry had barely made the way to the stairs and could hear the chatter of the inhabitants of Number 12 Grimmauld Place. Familiar voices like, Remus, Tonks, Kingsley, Mad-eye, the Weasleys (spare the minister's lapdog, Percy, and Charlie, who remains in Romania still), and Hermione, were all present. "So the old man still cannot face me?" Harry thought amusingly to himself.

"Hi'ya Harry! How are ya'?" Tonks was the first to greet Harry.

"Blimey Potter! I thought you had been blown to pieces!" Mad-eye Moody's unique eye did a 360 to indicate delight.

"Glad to have you here with us Mr. Potter," said the ever seriously Kingsley Shacklebolt.

"How are you feeling Harry?" Ginny looked on with concern in her face.

Harry waved it off, "I'm fine all, just a bit weary from the portkey, you know I never really liked that transportation method."

Everyone was slightly taken back by Harry's cool demeanor. Because since the department of mysteries, Harry has been so full of rage that anyone who got close would feel the wrath of the green-eyed boy wonder. Now he radiates a sense of self-preserving and calmness that was not associated with him before, but in his emerald eyes you can still sense the rage and angry has built up internally, waiting to erupt on the next unlucky provoker.

"Well well well Potter, the dark lord did not get a hold of you after all," smirking as he walked into the room, ignoring all angry stares and clenching fists. Severus Snape hung his hooked nose to acknowledge the people in the room.

"Alas my dear professor Snape, would you be kind as to hold my coat?" A disheveled looking elderly man with the brightest moon-lit beard appeared from behind Snape. The piercing gaze hiding behind those unchanging spectacles, the man who Voldemort ever feared…

Dumbledore

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