Chapter Six
No Repeating History
Keep holding on
'Cause you know we'll make it through, we'll make it through
Just stay strong
'Cause you know I'm here for you, I'm here for you
(Keep Holding On - Avril Lavigne)August 2nd, 1997Sirius had shied away from Regulus's room at all costs, insisting that he would help
by looking downstairs for the locket. In reality, he went in search of a hidden bottle of
firewhisky and Remus's old stash of chocolate bars, located in a locked tin box beneath the
kitchen sink inside a cauldron labelled: Broken—Possibly Cursed—Don't Touch.
"Idiot," Sirius had muttered to the absent werewolf, reaching inside for the wrapped
sweets in triumph.
After several hours of avoiding the upstairs bedrooms—and once the alcohol had
been consumed—with chocolate bars in hand, Sirius made his way to join the cause,
stopping on the landing nearest Regulus's room. "Did you find the locket yet?"
"Not yet, but I have an idea," Harry said, closing the door behind him just as
Hermione and Ron each appeared out of their old rooms.
Harry moved past Sirius with a determined look, descending the stairs two at a time.
"Kreacher nicked loads of things from us. He had a whole stash of stuff in his cupboard
in the kitchen. C'mon."
Ron and Hermione thundered down the stairs after Harry, Sirius sauntering slowly
behind.
They made so much noise that they woke Walburga's portrait as they passed
through the hall. "Filth! Mudbloods! Scum!"
Sirius flicked his wand at his mother's likeness, shutting the curtains—uttering a
stream of profanity quietly under his breath—and then closed the kitchen door behind
himself.