Just then the residents of the house piled into the room, breaking Sirius from his thoughts. He was just glad the necklace was put up. The kids didn't need to know about it. He'd have to make sure Harry didn't tell his friends. He cut his godson a quick look, all but pleading with his eyes. Harry saw how worried the man was, so he nodded in understanding. He'd get Sirius to tell him what was up later.
"Sirius," Arthur said as calmly as he could, though the balling of his fist and redness of his face gave his anger away, "why is Molly gone?" he asked, taking deep breaths through his nose, to maintain his calmness.
"Arthur," Sirius said distractedly, his mind focused on the Horcrux situation. He went to the bar and poured himself and Arthur a fire whiskey. He handed the glass to the redhead with a nod, who took it and nodded back.
"Sorry, I have something on my mind," Sirius said, taking a seat, and then turning his attention to Arthur.
The other man waved his glass for Sirius to continue, taking a sip and putting it on the table. A bit of steam escaped his nose, but he stayed his attention on Sirius.
"Arthur," Sirius started, taking a calming breath and giving the other man a small smile, "I have warned both of you that the house would retaliate if she didn't curb her attitude. She demanded that I make Harry sleep with Ron. I told her a week ago that he would have his room. So, since she can't seem to control herself from making demands, even after repeated warnings, the house evicted her." He shrugged the Molly problem off, put down his glass nonchalantly, and just as causally picked up the box and put it in a wall safe. He waved his wand and locked it down. It would only open for him.
"Oh, Harry, I didn't see you there. What are you doing here?" the redhead asked, looking at the teen who wasn't supposed to be there.
"I had a run-in with something. Sirius came and got me," the teen said, shrugging his shoulder.
"Oh, well…" Mr. Weasley started, then felt it wasn't his business, and turned back to Sirius. "Surely you could have had Harry share with Ron. They are best friends," the redheaded man stated diplomatically, putting the whiskey on the table. He was never much of a drinking man.
"That's not the point," was the polite rebuttal as Sirius picked up his glass and took a sip. After retaking his seat, he continued, "Molly is not in charge of where Harry sleeps, yet she demanded that he be put where he does not want to be."
"You're being petty, Sirius," Hermione chimed in. "Mrs. Weasley is a mother, she would know what children want and need. Harry needs his friends right now," she added.
Sirius opened his mouth to snap at her, only to stop when Harry's voice overshadowed his. His godson sounded upset.
"Oh, now I need my friends. What about when I was waking every night with nightmares of seeing someone, I knew, killed in front of me? By the man who betrayed my parents. Seeing his dead face repeatedly, as he died, and I could do nothing to prevent it. What about the visions that haunt me of the reborn man? The man who killed my parents! And now wants to try and kill me, again. What about all the times I was looking over my shoulder, fearing that same man would find me? What about the days when I begged you two to give me some hope with just a bit of information that would help me cope with the fact that I was alone?! Where were my friends then?!" Harry said, starting slowly and calmly and ending shouting at her.
Ron and Hermione listened to their friend in horror. From the looks on their faces, Sirius could tell that they had no idea Harry was going through all that.
"Oh my god, Harry, I had no idea," Hermione gasped and threw herself at her friend and clung to him desperately. "We didn't know. Dumbledore told us you were fine. That you were handling it well. He insisted we didn't write to you about anything. He said you were being told what you needed to know, and that we weren't to tell you more. Oh, Harry, I am so, so sorry. If I had known I would have done anything to help. You have to believe me," she all but begged, hugging him for all she was worth.
"Yeah, mate, we had no clue. I mean, Mum and Dumbledore told us that everything was okay. That you just needed time," Ron added, standing up and going to his friends, putting his hand on Harry's shoulder. "That we should be here for you when you got here."
Harry stood stiffly in his friend's embrace. He was angry, and he didn't want to give up on that emotion. It was the only thing that helped in the last few weeks. It kept him from sinking into depression. Still, if what they were saying was true… "Hermione, you are the smartest witch I know. But sometimes you're so stupid. I know you haven't had many friends, but you must have realized that seeing someone killed would've affected me," he said, taking her by the shoulders and gently moving her away.
"Dumbledore…" she started, only to flinch back at his glare.
"Dumbledore lied. I am not cooping! I am not okay, alright! I am not handling it well! How the hell would he know anyway? I've not seen him since I left Hogwarts," Harry yelled and stomped away from his friends.
"Wait, you haven't seen the Headmaster since we left?" Ron asked angrily. "He told us that he looked in on you. That someone was always there for you," he snarled in betrayal.
"He lied," Harry said bluntly.
"Not exactly," Mr. Weasley said cautiously. "There was always someone at #4 Privet Dr. Albus made sure that they were there. He didn't want Harry to be kidnapped, so he was protecting him."
"That would've been bloody nice to know," Harry snapped and twirled around to stare at the wall, trying to get his temper under control. "It would've helped immensely to know that there was someone there and that I wasn't abandoned," he whispered. His head was a mass of emotions, churning in all sorts of different directions.
"They didn't tell you?" Ron asked, looking at his father with a hint of anger. "You left him all alone? After he had to deal with the shite that was the tournament. You told me and Hermione that you were handling it. This is what you call handling it?" he demanded of his father, waving his hand at his overly emotional friend. He had never seen Harry so worked up, not even at school, when all their adventures happen. Harry was always in control of his emotions. Well, not so much last year, but not like this.
"Do not speak to me like that, Ronald," Arthur said firmly, his eyes firm at his son's disrespect. He glanced at his other children and they seemed to feel just as betrayed. He sighed and looked back to Ron. "Dumbledore assured all of us that all was well."
Ron just huffed, and sat down, folding his arms in anger. He looked at Harry and could see his shoulders were still tight with anger. He glanced at Sirius, who was walking towards Harry.