Chapter 580 You Can't Do Anything!!
"Darren, don't worry… calm down and listen to me.
"Fred and George, Ginny—they haven't arrived yet. You need to wait here with them.
"And there's nothing you can do right now. Listen to me. Madam Pomfrey has already gone to St. Mungo's, and Arthur's treatment has begun .
"In any case, if he hasn't died yet, then he won't die. Trust me, all right?"
Dumbledore said calmly.
Only then did Darren seem to relax a little.
He rubbed his face, trying to force a smile, but it failed halfway through. It looked more like he was about to cry.
"Over there—Harry," Dumbledore said, pointing.
Only then did Darren seem to truly notice Harry and Ron.
He hurried over and asked anxiously, "Brother, are you okay? Your face looks really pale."
"And you're one to talk," Harry replied helplessly. "Look at your own face."
He gestured for Darren to sit beside him.
But before Darren could sit down, Fred, George, and Ginny were brought in by Professor McGonagall.
All three of them looked panicked and frightened.
Dumbledore didn't explain much. He only said calmly, "Now, you will go to Sirius's residence. I've already asked Phineas to inform him. He will take you in."
Darren spoke up at once, his tone serious.
"A Portkey or Fawkes? Hogwarts' communications and exits should already be under surveillance."
Dumbledore nodded, clearly approving.
"Yes. Everything is being watched. Fawkes can't carry so many people, so you'll use a Portkey."
He took out a hat, pointed his wand at it, and said, "Portus."
The hat glowed briefly, then went still again.
"Come on, children. Hold onto the Portkey. You'll arrive very soon."
Darren and the others all reached out and grabbed it.
There was a sharp pulling sensation, and the next moment, they landed in a room at Grimmauld Place.
Kreacher's voice immediately rang out.
"The little cubs are back… What is it this time? Is their father about to die?"
"Get out of here!" Sirius snapped, kicking Kreacher away.
Then he turned to Darren and the others. "Welcome—but what happened? Dumbledore only had Phineas tell me you were coming."
"I'd like to know that too!"
"Yes," Fred added blankly. "Professor McGonagall dragged us out of bed without explaining anything."
Harry took a deep breath and recounted everything that had happened that night.
He deliberately left out the part about himself possessing the snake and biting his father.
But as he spoke, he noticed Darren looking at him with an unusually solemn expression.
As if he wanted to say something.
In the end, he didn't.
Still, under Darren's gaze, Harry felt strangely uneasy.
It felt as though Darren knew something—something about him—and was choosing not to say it.
Harry decided he'd ask Darren tomorrow.
He didn't want to tell anyone the truth yet.
And Darren… remained silent.
He neither spoke for others nor exposed anything.
Fred and George suddenly jumped to their feet.
"Sirius, give us some cloaks—we're going to St. Mungo's!"
"Yeah, we have to be with Dad, at least!"
"And me," Ginny said immediately, raising her hand. "I'm going too."
Sirius shook his head firmly.
"No. You can't go right now. Your father was injured while on an Order of the Phoenix mission. He's only just been taken to St. Mungo's.
"If people find out that you already know, it'll raise questions."
"What's so strange about that?" Fred snapped. "We'll just say someone told us."
"Yeah," George added angrily. "We don't care about the Order of the Phoenix. We just want to be with Dad."
Sirius's voice hardened.
"Your father joined the Order knowing the risks. He knew what he was doing.
"Working for the Order means risking your life. There are things worth dying for."
"Oh, yeah?" Fred blurted out. "Then you can just hide here!"
The room fell silent.
Sirius's face went pale.
At last, Darren spoke.
He looked at Sirius and said softly, "I know. You want to fight for the Order too. Being stuck here feels like a prison—I understand that.
"But Sirius… you're Harry's godfather, and you're family to me as well. Please, trust me.
"When Peter Pettigrew appears in public again, that will be the day your name is cleared—and the day you can walk freely in the open.
"I don't think that day is very far away."
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Darren's words visibly eased Sirius's expression.
After a moment of silence, Sirius looked at Fred and George again.
"I know you want to go. Believe me, I do too. How about this… we find a reason?"
He paused, then said slowly, "I get injured. Then everyone can go to St. Mungo's to visit me."
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Darren immediately drew his wand and pointed it at himself.
"I can do it instead—"
Before he could finish, Harry shoved his arm aside.
The spell fired into the ground, blasting up a chunk of earth.
Harry was livid.
He pointed at Darren, so angry he could barely speak.
Fred and George had gone pale, staring at the shattered floor.
Only Ginny rushed to Darren's side.
She grabbed his arm frantically, checking him over, and only relaxed when she found he wasn't hurt.
Her teeth clenched, as if she was holding back a scolding, but her hands were still trembling as she seized the wrist holding his wand.
"Maybe I really should do this," she said shakily, "so you'll stop doing things that scare me to death."
Darren suspected Ginny was trying to wrench the wand away.
Naturally, he pretended not to notice.
Guilt crossed his face as he said softly, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you.
"I just… I want to see Mr. Weasley too. If something happened to me, you could use that as an excuse to visit him."
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