Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Harry Potter and the Dark Messanger ❯ Lover's Lost ( Chapter 9 )

Chapter 9 Lovers Lost

 

 

That morning Harry was still upset about Hermione. He went down to the Quidditch Field and saw her in the middle crying still. He did tell her if she loved him to go there but he didn't say he would talk to her. Walking away Harry felt rage grow inside him, he wanted to cry, he loved Hermione yet she had hurt him so. She had done something he didn't want to do something that was suppose to be about love was marred by hate and anger. Walking like he was he hadn't seen Ron or Cho and ran into them knocking Ron down. “What the hell was that for Mate?” Harry helped him up.

 

“Nothing, sorry.” Cho grabbed his arm before he could leave.

 

“You had a fight didn't you? I can tell, you and Granger had a fight didn't you?” Harry nodded.

 

“We had a date last night and she did something I didn't want to do alright? Can I go now?” This time Ron grabbed Harry's arm.

 

“No Harry, you are my best friend and you seem to be hurt. I won't let you walk away like this Mate.” Harry did want to talk about it he had to get his anger out, but to Ron and Cho?

 

“It's personal alright?”

 

“You are my friend so personal includes me. Cho told me how you two talked when you were in the hospital together, she cares about you to, tell us.” Harry gave up, Sirius was busy and he couldn't put his feelings into words for a letter, he had to do this.

 

“We went to the Room of Requirements, we were going to have a date alone, away from everyone else, and it was great. When we finished dinner we went into a door that had just appeared. It was a field with an amazing sky full of stars and in the middle was a bed.” “Oh.” Harry spat at Ron. “No not `Oh'! I didn't want to, we had seen each other like that before but damn it I wasn't ready for that. I told her no so she used magic on me. It felt incredible, of course it did, but I didn't want it! I wasn't ready yet, I loved her for her not what she was or what we did. She used magic against me to make me.”

 

Cho stopped Ron from saying anything; Harry needed a woman's advice on this. “You mean she wanted to make love with you and you weren't ready. You loved her; you respected her, not for what she was but for who she was. You didn't want to take the next step fearing it would change you both but she didn't give you a choice. Harry you have got to be the sweetest most gentlemen like person on Earth. If she wanted to Harry then she was ready for it, it won't change anything between you two. She loves you Harry, how could she not? From what you just told me she had to keep making the moves didn't she?” Harry nodded. “You are perfect Harry; you didn't make her do anything she didn't want to do. She moved at her own speed getting to know you better both physically and emotionally. She may have been influenced by some of her friends but she loves you and if she did what she did it was because she wanted to prove her love to you. I bet she was a virgin wasn't she?” He nodded again. “She gave you her most precious gift she could Harry, can't you see that? I have seen the things you gave her; the bracelet itself is something most women would never get from a boyfriend. She gave you something she had, she gave you something she could only give one person, and she chose you. If you talk to her about this you will see she loves you, she didn't mean to hurt you.” Harry could finally feel the tears come as his rage grew even more with a new target, himself.

 

“Thanks Cho, Brother, I said some things, did some things, I have to go fix it before she hates me.” He ran back towards the Quidditch Field seeing that Hermione had left when he got there. “Damn it this is my fault to, everything is my fault!” Harry could feel the air crackle with energy, his magic was going wild again, like the time he inflated his Aunt.

 

The ground around him started to shake as his anger became too great for his body to hold. A pillar of earth shot up from underneath him sending him into the sky higher and higher until he towered over Hogwarts. He could here screams and see the students running, looking like ants from his great height. All the little ants below him running away from the Quidditch Field as the earth shook more and more. All he had to do was jump so he could join the ants below him…

 

 

Harry woke up with a start as the pain he felt was everywhere. He heard the voice it was talking to him though, as though it was a separate being from him. “Been awhile there boy, what the hell were you thinking? Everyone ran away no one is coming to help you. What are you going to do now? You'll be lucky if that woman can heal you. Your legs are shattered, your ankles are shattered, you have more ribs then a snake right now, you dolt.” Harry didn't know if this was true as he couldn't move his head to look down. He laid there feeling the pain but like the Unforgivable Curse Ginny had cast on him, it was there and yet it wasn't. Maybe he had broken his spine, maybe he was paralyzed.

 

“Harry!” Harry heard the voice, he couldn't see the person, he couldn't move his neck. “Harry! You did come down, oh god Harry I waited for you but you didn't come and then you were attacked and now you are hurt! Don't die Harry I love you and always have and always will!” He heard Hermione run off coming back moments later with Madam Pomfrey. “He will be alright won't he? Please tell me you can heal him!”

 

“Don't worry girl it's just a few dozen broken bones easy to fix.” Harry overwhelmed with the news that it could be healed passed out.

 

 

Three days later Harry woke up in the hospital room escaping his dreams. Voldemort tormented him the entire time showing him Hermione in the Common Room reading, in the Prefect bathroom, in the library studying, wherever she went Voldemort seemed to be there. He looked around and saw flowers and a brown haired girl whose nose was buried in a book. “Hermione?” She looked up dropping her book.

 

“Harry you're awake!” She hugged him hard causing him to cough. “Sorry. Why did you call me Hermione? What happened to Mione?”

 

“I don't deserve to call you that anymore.” Breathing in and out seemed to take more energy then he remembered feeling something around his chest he looked down and saw he was wrapped in bandages tightly.

 

“You healed alright Harry; we were just waiting for you to wake up before they came off.” She hugged him again with less force. “Call me Mione Harry, you deserve to, you are my boyfriend, right?” Harry shook his head. “What!?”

 

“I said those things to hurt you Hermione, to make you stop loving me. I know I was an asshole, what I did after we made love was wrong, you love me and I love you but it can't stay like this. I can't let you be near me anymore even if it hadn't happened. Voldemort wants you, because of me he wants you, because of me he is going to force you to join him or kill you. How long have I been out?”

 

“Three days.”

 

“So for three days Voldemort has shown me you, everywhere, in places he couldn't be, like the Common Room or the Prefect bathroom, or in the Great Hall, or in class. He knows where you are at all times. I can't let you love me anymore.” Hermione smacked him hard making him see stars.

 

“Shut up Harry! I love you damn it you can't tell me to stop that! Do you think I fear Voldemort? I don't, not anymore. You can't push me away Harry, you can't tell me what to feel, and I know you love me. Don't let Voldemort have what he wants Harry, how he knows where I am at I don't know but I don't care!” She raised her hand giving the middle finger to the air. “There Voldemort wherever you are this is what I have to say about you!” Harry coughed trying not to laugh.

 

“Damn it Hermione that's not funny. He is going after you because of me, he went after my parents because of me, look what happened to them.” Hermione lowered her hand.

 

“Harry, you are blaming yourself aren't you? Stop that before it consumes you and your soul. Guilt can kill your soul.” She lowered her head on Harry's chest.

 

Harry felt the heat through the bandages, brushed her hair with his hands. “Hermione you are in danger because of me. I wish it wasn't true but it is. I don't want to lose you as a friend but if you hate me for this but live in the end then it will be worth it.” She raised her head as Harry reached for his right hand. “Where's my ring?” She reached into her pocket and handed it to him. “Oh. Well no point in putting it back on. Take it Hermione and give it to someone who won't get you killed.” He handed it back to her.

 

“You bastard, you are breaking up with me because of Voldemort? Maybe you are weak you are going to throw what we have away because you are afraid of Voldemort. Fine you can have these back.” She took the necklace, bracelet, and her ring off dropping them on the floor before leaving.

 

“Good Hermione, hate me, never talk to me again, it will keep Voldemort away from you.” Harry lay back down on the bed falling asleep peacefully without the dreams coming to him.

 

Harry again woke from a dream. This time the girl with his mother's eyes was calling to him. “Good Voldemort will leave her alone now. I hated doing that to Hermione but I needed to keep her safe from Voldemort. Better for her to hate me and live then to love me and die.” He sat up swinging his legs over the side of the hospital bed. “Hey they took the bandages off.” His chest still hurt but pain was something that didn't affect Harry anymore. Picking up the jewelry Hermione had dropped on the floor he left the hospital. Walking to the Gryffindor Tower he figured it must be dinner time since no students were in the halls or in the Common Room. Getting changed he ran to the Great Hall so he could get something to eat.

 

When he got to the Great Hall he heard yelling that reminded him of his second year when Ron had gotten a Howler from his mother after they stole and crashed the car. “I told you to kill the Potter boy and yet all you have done is given me excuses! Since your incompetent fathers got sent to Azkaban his responsibilities have fallen on you three! Finish your duties or I will be the one to punish you!” Harry saw the howler burn in front of Draco Malfoy whose eyes were wide in fear and shock. Before the last bit of the letter was gone Harry saw several dozen wands pointed at the Slytherin table.

 

“I didn't, I'm not, I swear…” Draco stood up, wrong move. The same wands, many from every table besides Slytherin, moved as countless spells flew at the Slytherin table covering Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle, and several unlucky Slytherin sitting to close.

 

“Now students calm down.” Dumbledore's voice got everyone's attention. “Will someone take them to Madam Pomfrey to sort them out? Very good. Now while I believe in the best of my students I am very disappointed in you three. To the rest of the students very good spell work and nice to see how the Houses can come together for a common cause. If we could please go back to our dinners we will be able to go back to our rooms. You 5th and 7th year students need all the time you can get to study for your OWLs and NEWTs. Harry looked at his table seeing that Devin, Ron, and Hermione were already sitting never having gotten up to attack Malfoy. Hermione he understood along with Devin but Ron? Why hadn't his best friend defended him? Had Hermione already gotten to Ron? “Good now that everyone is mad at me they are safe from my plague.” Deciding he wasn't hungry he went back to his room to sleep.

 

Harry felt himself being shaken quite violently, his scar hurting. Reaching for his wand he found that it wasn't where it was suppose to be. “Get up Harry everyone's been looking for you!” He felt a hand slap his face. “Wake up damn it what the hell were you thinking leaving the hospital room like that! Wake up damn it.” Harry raised his left arm blocking Ron from smacking him again.

 

“Why are you yelling at me? I was trying to sleep in case you hadn't noticed the closed eyelids and the slow breathing.” Ron Picked Harry up and threw him over his left shoulder.

 

“You were supposed to be in the hospital, when Cho and I went to check on you we saw you weren't there and panicked. The whole school's been searching for you for over an hour. I only saw you were here since I was trying to get your map to find you.” Ron carried Harry out of the room and down the stairs into the Common Room. “Look what I found everybody!” He tossed Harry down onto a couch. “Harry!” Several students yelled running over to him. “Don't worry he was just sleeping like a baby, right Mate?” Several laughs follower as Harry stood up shaking the cobwebs from his head.

 

“Shut up I was tired.”

 

“Tired? For the past three days you have done nothing but bloody freaking sleep, how the hell can you be tired?” Ron smacked him on the back rather hard, Harry's eyes closed when his scar flashed in pain. “Ouch, sorry Mate, I hit a little hard didn't I? Damn right arm, I've been trying not to use it much since it is still wrapped up.” Ron held his arm tightly. Ron made Harry follow him out of the room to the Great Hall. “There should be a Professor or two waiting for us there so they can call off the search.”

 

Harry wondered what kind of search was going on since they had passed no one on the way. He was still tired yawning feeling his head become dizzy several times. Only a few feet from the Great Hall he felt cold, fear, terror. “Dementors!” Harry went to take his wand out but forgot he hadn't brought it with him since he couldn't find it in the first place. Three Dementors walked towards Harry and Ron slowly sucking the happiness out of them. Ron finally got his wand up and started yelling out different curses and charms none that worked on a Dementor. “Run Ron, go and get Dumbledore.” Harry fell back into the wall to weak to stand anymore. Ron actually did what Harry told him to do running off in hopes of finding Dumbledore even though that wasn't Harry's real reason for sending him away. “Come on you bastards kill me. I'm the only one left here suck my soul out so Voldemort will leave Hogwarts alone.” Harry saw a green flash, heard a woman screaming, he saw a little baby crying as the woman protected him.

 

“Spirio Latta!” A white flash blinded Harry as a scream deafened him. Collapsing onto his side he thought he could feel the air become warmer, the fear left him, maybe Ron had found Dumbledore or he was dieing…

 

“Harry do you have a crush on me?” Harry heard a voice, a woman's voice, sounded to old to be Hermione.

 

“What?”

 

“I said do you have a crush on me?” Harry opened his eyes to see Madam Pomfrey.

 

“No of course not, ew, not that you're ugly but older and a teacher sort of, ew.”

 

“Then why do you spend more time here then you do in class?” Harry started to laugh as he got the joke.

 

“Oh you know I just love these lumpy old beds. Besides where else can I drink potions that taste like sewage?” He heard another voice from behind Madam Pomfrey.

 

“I swear Mate you spend more time on your back then a cheap French whore.”

 

“Fleur?”

 

“Shut up Ginny you shouldn't say thing like that about your sister in law.”

 

“They aren't married yet.” Harry laughed as the two siblings fought back and forth on their ideas about Fleur and Bill getting married. Harry felt someone was missing, Hermione.

 

“Where's Hermione?” The two siblings stopped talking looking at Harry.

 

“Do you really think she would come here after what you did?” Harry didn't know what to feel, sad that his friend was gone, but relieved that she was still mad at him that she still hated he would make her no longer be a target of Voldemort.

 

“So you aren't mad at me Brother?” Ron nodded.

 

“Ginny is but I wasn't leaving her alone with her boyfriend.” Harry looked at her.

 

“I was not going to sneak off to see my boyfriend!”

 

“Ha so you admit you have one!” She crossed her arms looking at Ron with disgust.

 

“No I don't have one you git.” Harry laughed at them breaking the tension.

 

“Look I'm glad she is mad at me, the more she hates me the better.” The two red heads looked at him strangely. “Voldemort was after her, when I was asleep he showed me her in places he couldn't be. He has spies here in Hogwarts and showed me he could get her any time he wanted. If she hates me then she won't be a target anymore. I would rather she never speak to me again then have her love me and die.” Ron seemed to understand but Ginny just got upset over this.

 

“Harry she doesn't hate you she is just hurt as hell. She can't stop loving you just like I can't stop loving...” She cut herself off there.

 

“Damn it Ginny who is it? Devin? Neville? Draco? Who the hell are you in `love' with?”

 

“What was that last bit?”

 

“Come on Ginny you can't be in love you are to young for that. You have some crush on somebody and you call it love, just like you `loved' Harry.” Ginny huffed and left giving Ron the middle finger.

 

Harry wished Ron would leave but his Brother wasn't going to leave him alone. “So Mate where do you want the plaque to go?”

 

“What Plaque?”

 

“The one that proclaims this bed to be the Harry Potter Bed, what else would I be talking about?” They both laughed. “So you are serious, You-Know-Who has spies here?” Harry nodded.

 

“He showed me her in the Common Room reading, in the library studying, he even showed her in the Prefect bathroom.” Harry was a little put off by Ron laughing at this.

 

“What? I wish I had gotten that last vision, bet Hermione is great underneath all those robes.” Harry threw a pillow. “Oh come on Harry like you don't wonder what Cho looks like underneath her Quidditch robes. You had a huge crush on her last year even asked her to the Yule Ball. Hmmm…”

 

“What?”

 

“Never mind it would never work now.” Harry was going to pressure Ron to find out more when the door opened.

 

“Ginny told us you were awake Harry.” Dumbledore walked in with Devin surprising Harry.

 

“Why is Devin here? Are you ok Devin?” Devin looked up at Harry with a scowl.

 

“Don't worry about him Harry he is just upset Professor Snape took points off for being out of the Common Room. I brought him here since I thought you would like to thank him for saving you.”

 

“He saved me? I thought Ron had found you.” Dumbledore chuckled and let Devin talk.

 

“I did it Harry I told you I knew a spell that would kill those damn things. They saw me and thought I would be easy prey never suspecting they had no affect on me. I was amazed they had noticed me though since the last one couldn't detect my presence. They are no longer a problem even if we don't know how they got in.” Dumbledore placed a hand on his shoulder.

 

“We will eventually Devin just not now. Ron were you looking for me?” He nodded. “Why didn't you go to my office then?” He shrugged. “Why were you at the Great Hall in the first place?”

 

“I found Harry and thought there would be teachers there so they could call off the search for him.”

 

“So why didn't you go to my office for that?” He shrugged again. “It's ok Ron Harry will be fine just needs a check up by Poppy and will be let go.” They left leaving Madam Pomfrey alone with Harry to see if he would be allowed to go back to his bed.

 

Madam Pomfrey had let him go finally after several tests. On his way back he heard talking from a classroom. Looking in he saw a blonde girl and two tall red heads, the red heads he recognized as Fred and George, but the blonde girl didn't look like anyone from Gryffindor. “Come on you want to do this or not? It would be the greatest thing to happen since, well, the last great thing.” She was arguing with them over something.

 

“But the whole school? Couldn't we just a get a certain few? Harry and Hermione are the main targets after all.” What were they talking about? Who is the girl?

 

“Blaise we have to be very careful planning this, if we get caught not even an army Vampires will be able to protect us.” The girl crossed her arms across her chest.

 

“Do you really think I would let any of blundering fools in Slytherin find out? Especially after what happened to Draco and his friends. I made sure not to sit near him knowing that was coming.” What the hell was going on? Was she a Death Eater? Were the Twins? Was this how Voldemort was able to spy on Hermione? How could the twins betray him like this? He gave them a thousand Galleons to start their joke shop and now they were working with the Death Eaters to get him and Hermione? Harry ran back to the Gryffindor Tower to find Ron and warn Hermione not waiting to hear the rest of the “plan”.

 

“You are lying Harry, why you think this would work I don't know.” Hermione was trying to get away but Harry had her stuck in the corner.

 

“I'm not lying! They are working with some Blaise girl from Slytherin, I told you Voldemort was after you! I guess they don't know that you and I broke up, that you hate me. If we have a fight when they get back then they might leave you alone and just come after me.” Harry couldn't believe he was having trouble convincing her, why would he lie about such a thing?

 

“Blaise? Blaise Zabini? Little blonde girl, why the hell are they talking? You can't really think they are Death Eaters, they're Weasly's!”

 

“I don't understand it either, maybe the family was threatened and they are doing this to protect them. I don't like this but I know what I heard, they are going after me and you, if we let them know we aren't together anymore they will leave you alone and come after me.” The Common Room door opened, the Twins walked in, better now then ever. “Sorry Hermione but I would rather you hate me and live then love me and die.” He had said it before and it was still true. “I don't care what you say I saw you with him! Just studying my ass he never studies! One would think the smartest witch of Hogwarts would be able to come up with a better excuse!” Hermione cowered back into the corner. “Oh come on I knew it! I can't believe you I spend a few days in the hospital and you're already jumping into someone's bed! Never speak to me again damn it.” Harry turned around hoping his performance was good enough to fool the Twins.

 

“No problem you bloody git!” Hermione stomped off past the Twins headed for the Library where she would be left alone to cry.

 

Apparently the Gossip Group, Lavender Brown and the Patil Twins, had heard the fight and the news was known in the entire school before everyone went to bed. Quite amazing how fast news can spread amongst teens. The Golden Trio was breaking up over Hermione. Some rumors said Hermione was with someone else but no one really believed those, who else would have the mud blood but those two? Ron and Ginny were confused since they knew that Hermione and Harry had broken up before that fight, and Ron was “busy” with Cho at the time, not Hermione. Ron was worried when he was talking to Cho as several Ravenclaw students glared at him but Cho knew the truth so he wasn't in any trouble. Hermione did not show up for breakfast until the last minute grabbing some toast and juice before heading to class. Thankfully Divination was first for Harry so he didn't have to see Hermione just yet but next class how would that work? “Come on Harry in the bones it says you will uh, is that a goose or a duck?” Ron was trying to cheer him up. “I think a flock of geese with attack you carrying you off to the someplace, does it matter, where, uh, let's say that's a pile of gold, you will find a great treasure. I know you don't die but maybe a sack of gold falls on you crushing you under its tremendous weight.” Harry smiled trying to mask the pain inside.

 

“Thanks Brother but treasure isn't always gold.” Ron smiled back while Harry read his “fortune”.

 

Just barely getting through class with Hermione Harry had a new worry. That night was supposed to be a DADA class down in the Quidditch Field but with Hermione angry he wasn't sure if she would show up or not. Luckily she did for she was to show the new wandless technique of casting simple spells. “Now the point of going wandless is that several spells are ineffective against you. The Expelliarmus spell doesn't work unless there is something in your hand, to show this I will have Harry cast it on me while I hold nothing. Harry?” Harry raised his wand pointing it straight at her.

 

“Expelliarmus” The spell hit Hermione in the chest but nothing happened.

 

“See? No wand or weapon results in absolutely any affect what so ever. Now if I do it to Harry, Expelliarmus!” She stuck her hand out hitting Harry square in the chest knocking him backwards as his wand left his hand. “Now you see how quick that was? He never saw it coming for I didn't have a wand in my hand. Imagine what kind of tactical advantage that gives any of you. Now you may not be able to cast a stunning spell as easily as you do with a wand, but with practice I assure you should all be able to do the basic spell casting.” Harry got up getting his wand. “Now break into pairs and practice casting the disarming charm until you have it mastered or until your butt hurts from being knocked on it so many times.” A laugh filled the Quidditch Field followed by many disarming spells and only a few people saying “Ouch.” After ten minutes of constant casting the students were getting better and better almost all of them able to cast the spell with out trouble. “Ok next spell will be a fun one. Since most of you are sore from being knocked down I figured this spell will help make up for it.” Before he could go farther Hermione stuck her hand out. “Rictusempra!” Harry couldn't help but laugh, literally. The tickling spell had a hold of him causing him to laugh until he started to go blue in the face from not being able to breath. “As you saw I disabled my opponent with such a simple spell. Death Eaters use Unforgivable spells, all three of which have no affect on Harry and as you just saw he is not invincible. The reason being that he has built a defense against the others, one being blocked since he was a baby, but the spell I used had him on the ground ready to pass out. No spell is weaker then the other just depends on who you use it on, have fun with it and when you are comfortable with it you may leave.” Hermione left Harry on the ground still clutching his sides breathing hard after the side splitting laugh he had.

 

Harry stayed until everyone was finished to make sure no one stayed on the Quidditch Field to pull a “Ron and Cho”. Walking out of the Quidditch Field someone called his name from the entrance to the locker rooms. Walking over getting his wand out he was ready for almost anything. Standing in the entrance was a Slytherin, Pansy Parkinson, in very little clothing. “Pansy do I need to take points off of you?”

 

“No but you can take the rest of my clothes off.” In as seductive of a voice she could muster Pansy spun to show Harry all her “goods”.

 

“What the hell is this about Pansy?” Harry was worried this was a trap looking around for Draco and his goons.

 

“Oh come off it Potter you broke up with the mud blood and are open for business aren't you? Even if you are Gryffindor's Golden Seeker you are still a very sexy man.” She started to walk towards him with a sway in her hips.

 

“Stay right there Slytherin Slut.” Harry jumped nearly three feet turning around to see Blaise with her wand out.

 

“What do you want bitch? If you want Harry you are just going to wait for me to finish with him.” Blaise laughed keeping her wand pointed at Pansy.

 

“Sorry Slytherin Slut but you can have him if he wants you but I thought he should know about all your exploits, like Crabbe, Goyle, Flint, and of course Harry's favorite person in the world Draco.” Pansy clenched her fist walking towards Blaise.

 

“Shut up right now bitch I won't let you ruin this for me. I already got one Gryffindor and this one is next on my list. By the time I'm done I will own this school with all the boys wrapped around my finger waiting on me hand and foot just so I choose them for the night.” This time Harry laughed though not as hard as he had when Hermione put the tickling charm on him.

 

“You are kidding right? You think I would want someone who has let Draco touch them? Although I like your nickname I don't like you or find you attractive in the least bit.” Pansy turned around turning her back on Blaise.

 

“You still want the mud blood don't you Potter? How good could that little book worm be? Does she read when you are shagging or does she just do homework until you are done?” Pansy was soon squawking like an ostrich as she had been transfigured into one.

 

“Blaise that is a bit of advanced magic, how did you do it?” She shrugged.

 

“Something I learned from the boys.” Remembering her talking to the Twins he had to ask.

 

“Which boys?” She blushed even in the dark Harry could see the red on her face.

 

“That's none of your business. I have to go.” Blaise ran away leaving Harry with a ostrich that was running around flapping its short stubby wings.

 

“Hey Pansy you realize that only male ostriches have the black and white feathers?” The ostrich stopped running looking behind seeing the black and white plumage.

 

“Squawk!”

 

 

Three days later Pansy the Ostrich was caught and changed back. Going into the Great Hall one would see 50 points had been taken off of Slytherin putting them back into negative points. Slytherin was not having a good year. Ron had a good laugh when he told the story about what happened getting Harry a little worried about the news he had to tell his Brother next. “The girl I told you about, Blaise, she was talking to your brothers about a plan that involves me.” Ron was interested at this.

 

“What kind of plan?”

 

“Not sure. Your brothers were trying to talk her out of involving the whole school and just go after me.” Harry gave Ron a look that told him what couldn't say.

 

“You think she is a Death Eater and she is using my brothers? Why would she go to them for it though? I know that the tricks they have are pretty advanced but still why didn't she go to one of her own?” Harry shrugged.

 

“When Voldemort was showing me Hermione he showed her in places that he couldn't have gone but a Gryffindor could, or the Prefect bathroom, only a girl could go in their so Blaise could have been that one.” Ron shook his head sighing out relief, what he was relieved about Harry didn't know.

 

“Come on Harry to go in the Prefect bathroom you need to be a Prefect or have one let you in right?” Harry nodded. “But Pansy and Blaise don't get along, so how could she get in?” Harry had no idea. “My brothers are not helping a Death Eater, they might be planning something but I know they aren't helping a Death Eater.”

 

“I hope so Brother, I hope so.” Harry did hope Ron was right but something inside him told him that it couldn't be.

 

Classes were starting to pick up as the OWLs and NEWTs got closer and closer. Hermione was either in the library or with a teacher prying into their minds for help. Ron was busy with Wizard Chess or Quidditch books completely unnerved. Harry was reading although not as much as Hermione was. He had gone through his school books over the summer and the DADA book he bought at Hogsmeade several times. He knew he would pass DADA but his other subjects were going to be tricky. Divination didn't really matter so he never opened the book unless he was in class. Transfiguration was alright especially since he could control his hair and his fingernails. He had worked on his toenails getting them to twist and curl as they grew into different designs. Other transfiguration was a problem not being able to turn a money bank into a pig but he was working on it. Neville seemed to be going into panic attacks whenever a book was opened one time screaming when someone mentioned potions. Harry was worried that at first the stress would get to himself when he finally found that he could remember what he read, he knew what he read, he wasn't going to worry. Devin on the other hand was constantly meditating to keep calm and his nerves under control. Monica had help studying from Ginny who said it was good practice for her next year. The Daily Prophet arrived one morning with bad news. The news had not been very good for the past few months but wasn't so bad as to cause people to breakdown until that morning. 3 Dragons Disappear From Dragon Ranch After Death Eater Attack! Pictures showed huts burning and people crying. Harry and most of Gryffindor was surprised to recognize one of the people in the picture. “Charlie! It says here that there were several injuries but no deaths. But that's Charlie, even in black and white his red hair shows.” Ron and Ginny left the Great Hall with Cho and Monica close behind, one to console their boyfriend and one to console their best friend. “I can't believe this happened! How is Voldemort controlling the dragons? This isn't good they can be tough to control and if Voldemort can we are in trouble aren't we?” Hermione was about to say something when she saw it was Harry who had spoke. She still hated him for what he did even though she still loved him. That was the price of love, to care about someone enough that they could hurt you unlike anyone else.

 

The rules at Hogwarts had been tightened. No one allowed after curfew, not even Prefects or the Head Boy and Girl. The Astronomy Tower was finally rebuilt although it went unused as no one was allowed out after 9, not even for class, and no couples dared go up there for a snogging session with the new strict punishments. Harry was busy trying to get to Quidditch practice, study for OWLs, homework, and Prefect meetings/duties all while trying to figure out what Blaise and the Twins were up to and who it was letting all the Dark Creatures in. He needed a break and got one unexpectedly one morning. In the Great Hall he was eating breakfast getting annoyed by the coughing from the Hufflepuff. Every time one of them touched a fork they coughed. It was amusing at first but was getting annoying the more it happened. The Ravenclaw table wasn't much better yelling “Woo!” whenever one of them touched someone of the opposite sex, a simple elbow to arm was enough, while sitting down. Harry was highly amused by the Slytherin table though as every time someone sneered all the juice in the glasses would shoot up into the air spraying all the Slytherin students which happened almost every minute. So far it seemed Gryffindor had lucked out making Harry suspicious. He wished now that he hadn't made Hermione so mad so he could talk to her when she got there. The Slytherin table finally got fed up with being sprayed with juice and tried to leave finding they were unable to as their butts were glued to their seats. Finally Hermione came in and sat down as far away from Harry as possible. The second she touched a spoon all the silverware at the table shot up into the air and stuck in the ceiling. Several Gryffindor students yelped in pain as some were holding onto the silverware at the time it shot into the ceiling. It seemed everyone was glued to their seats making everyone mad. The teachers seemed slightly amused by what had happened to their students. “I see someone is taking April 1st as an invitation to have some fun with their fellow students. Now it was funny at first but some may want to eat today and leave for class soon.” As soon as Dumbledore clapped his hands together there was a bright pink flash. Blinking and rubbing his eyes Harry saw that everyone was now pink. Their clothes, skin, hair, even their eyes were pink. All the tables, the food, silverware in the ceiling, all pink. “Well then I do say that was different.” Dumbledore took his glasses off now that the lenses were pink and he was unable to see through them. “I hope whoever did this knows that this kind of magic is highly difficult and even if I am impressed if you are caught you will be given detention.” Dumbledore sat down quietly going back to his breakfast.

 

It seemed that the Great Hall wasn't the only thing affected. The entire castle was pink inside and out. The Gryffindor Common Room was pink, the dorms were pink, even the clothes inside the trunks were pink. It appeared to have been the same as all the students were still wearing pink. Ron walked up behind Harry patting him on the back. “See told you they weren't Death Eaters.” Harry felt like he had just been punched in the stomach as he realized what had happened. “That's why they were talking with Blaise; they needed someone inside of Slytherin. How did you know this?” Ron Smiled.

 

“They came to me so I would ask Cho to get Ravenclaw.” Ok so now that explained everyone but Hufflepuff.

 

“Who got Hufflepuff?”

 

“Will Flitwick's best friend is in Hufflepuff and she agreed to put the charmed boxes in the places they were supposed to be. Took quite awhile for them to plan it that it did.” Harry was thinking about all the plans he had heard about this year, it all fit.

 

“Is this what you are doing? I remember you were talking to your counselor about a plan to prove you were ready to be back, is this it?” Ron shook his head.

 

“No I did that already this was just a fun thing to do.” Harry laughed hard as they went to class with everything still pink.

 

That night Harry had a new worry. If it wasn't the Twins and Blaise then who was it that was spying for Voldemort? It was hard to study as all the books were pink hurting everyone's eyes. Potions was tomorrow, oh what a sight Snape will be. Harry was looking in the mirror at his pink hair and eyes. Even without them being green his eyes still reminded him of his mother and the girl from his dreams. He wondered about making himself bald like he had in class but his bright pink head made him think of something that was very wrong. Professor Binns class was a little more interesting since even he was pink but it wasn't enough to keep most of the class awake. He tried to pay attention now that he didn't have Hermione to share notes with but it just wasn't going to happen. Harry opened his Charms book trying to read it while Professor Binns went on about some Goblin Revolt from the 1700's. Harry had gotten the book from the library hoping it might have something useful that he hadn't already learned soon becoming disappointed.

 

Harry hadn't realized he was asleep seeing Hermione from a different point of view. It reminded him of when Voldemort would show her to him but different. There was no evil force, there was no blood red eyes staring at him, he recognized who was looking at Hermione. “Ron!” Everyone who wasn't asleep stared at him, in other words Hermione and Ron.

 

“What the hell was that Mate?” Harry shook his head, it couldn't be, Ron was his brother. It was different, there wasn't anything evil this time, maybe he had just linked with Ron somehow. After all he couldn't have been in Prefect bathroom.

 

“Sorry I just fell asleep and saw a herd of flobber worm mice mutants eating you. It's your fault for giving me the idea from Divination.” Ron laughed quietly.

 

“Gee Mate thanks for the concern.” Going back the charms book he saw that where he had left it open when he fell asleep had drool.

 

Classes being over Harry was to tired to do much. Going up to his room he saw the strangest bird ever. He hadn't recognized it as an owl until it started to hoot. “Hedwig!” Even the owls had been turned pink. He saw the letter on his bed opening it.

 

Dear Harry;

 

I have heard from a source that you and the Granger girl have finally broken up. I told you she only wanted you because you were famous. It's not your fault, I remember being young, not that I'm very old even less compared to Dumbledore. Sorry your first girlfriend turned out to be what she was.

 

The reason I am writing you is to tell you that I am a free man! Peter was caught at the Dragon Ranch unconscious giving the Ministry proof he was alive and with Veritaserum he told the whole story. They have given me a million, that's right, a million Galleons in compensation for my wrongful imprisonment and past couple years of hiding as a fugitive. I know I don't have to tell you that I would give it all away if only to get one of the years I missed being your God Father.

 

Another thing Harry, with you two breaking up will it be a problem this summer? Her parents are still here and are worried about how you feel. They said they will be willing to leave if it is what you want even though the young Granger said she still wants to stay here. I am sorry that things didn't end well for you two but now you are free to find someone better. Didn't you have a crush on that cute Asian girl from Ravenclaw? She is the Seeker for the Quidditch team if I remember correctly. Or what about that Blonde girl you told me about, Monica? I talked to her mother for Order business and she says her daughter has been single the whole year, wouldn't it be nice to date her, someone who doesn't want you because you are famous. If you had listened to me at Christmas this never would have happened would it? I know I am not your father, Granger made that clear enough, but I consider you my son and did not want you hurt. If you need to talk to me about anything just write and I will try and help.

 

Sirius

 

“Someone better? I can't believe Sirius thought that about Hermione. I broke up with her, not that I can tell him why. Damn it Sirius.” Harry got a piece of parchment and a quill and wrote a short reply.

 

Sirius

It's ok for them to stay. I broke up with her for my own reasons none of them as you say. I am happy you are finally free, what about Buck Beak? Cho is with Ron and I have no interest in Monica besides as a friend and Quidditch player. Will see you in June which seems so soon now, to go home, a real home.

 

Harry

 

Handing it to Hedwig he went to his bed and fell asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow.

 

Harry was tired of Ron shaking him in the morning, all he had to do was wake him up without shaking him like an English Nanny shakes a baby to shut it up. “Damn it Ron I was having a good dream.” Ron raised an eye brow.

 

“Did it involve a lovely Brunette named Mione?” Harry scowled at him. “Hey not my fault you were talking in your sleep Mate. If you miss her so much why don't you tell her?” Harry sat up pushing Ron away.

 

“Because as long as she hates me she isn't a target. Hell I wish you would get mad at me sometimes just so I wouldn't worry about losing my Brother.” Ron pushed back rather hard, more then Harry had pushed him anyways.

 

“Don't say that I could never really hate you. I know I throw tantrums or the time in the tunnel, but I couldn't hate you Mate, you are the only brother I have who has been a true friend, much closer then any of the other gits who call themselves my brothers.” It was then that Harry noticed something had returned.

 

“Hey nothing is pink.”

 

“Yeah it ended at midnight. Blaise and the Twins actually went through with it, I can't believe them.” Harry saw that Ron had no problem with Blaise, a Slytherin.

 

“You trust her? I know she hasn't done anything to us, hell last year she didn't even wear one of those `Potter Stinks' badges but can we trust her?” Ron shrugged.

 

“I don't know Mate but my brothers seem to have fallen for her. The Quidditch team might be a little uneasy for the last game seeing as how the Beaters broke up with two of the Chasers but shouldn't affect it to much right?” Harry had no idea that had happened.

 

“Wait they both broke up with their girlfriends for Blaise? How the hell does that work?”

 

“Who knows Mate, she doesn't seem to mind though. I talked to her a couple times helping with the plan and she seems ok. Maybe the Sorting Hat put her in the wrong House.” Harry remembered the Hat, he would do well in Slytherin but he wanted Gryffindor and so he was put there. His choice changed his fate

 

Choices on his mind he went into Potions. Snape seemed to be in more of a foul mood then ever. “Now for today we have the Budokai Potion, used in Ancient Japan to give the maker strength, speed, and courage. Banned in the 1860's during the Menji Era of peace it was also used by Wizards in England during the war against the Nazi forces. Given to muggles they hoped that the young men sent over to fight would be able to defeat the enemy without many casualties. Sadly it led to more deaths then there should have been since they had false courage in battle, something that no one would recommend. Make it and give it to a rat, if they show the effects I want you will pass, if not you will fail. Begin.” Harry chose not to laugh as Neville nearly spilled an entire flask of Mandrake Juice into his cauldron when you were only supposed to add a tablespoon. He chose to laugh as Malfoy almost the same thing except he did pour it all. “Potter that isn't very nice to laugh at a handicapped person, 10 points.” Even Gryffindor glared at him, they hated Malfoy but he did only have one arm.

 

“Sorry Professor Snape it was Neville almost doing it and then Malfoy actually doing it, for a minute I thought they had switched seats. Malfoy does need to be pitied becoming even worse then Neville. Wonder how he will catch the Snitch during our Quidditch match, well, except he never did catch the Snitch did he?” Harry chose not to back down, Harry chose to milk this for all it was worth, his hatred for Malfoy had only grown since he broke up with Hermione and Malfoy found out about it.

 

“What is this Potter? Another 10 points seems to have been lost for Gryffindor.” Harry could have chosen to shut up as everyone at his table was telling him to but he felt an urge, he had to choose to continue.

 

“Someone mad they haven't seen the House or Quidditch Cup since I got here? Must be a fond memory being able to hold that trophy, how many times was it on your shelf? Not that you could pick it up, at least not by yourself.” Harry smiled waiting for Snape to reply, where this bout of courage, or stupidity, came from he wasn't sure. He hadn't even finished his potion so it wasn't the false courage.

 

“20 points. What has gotten into you Potter?” Harry was sure he saw a hint of concern on Snape's face, a tone of concern when he spoke.

 

“Not what has gotten into me but what I was able to get into.” He motioned his hand towards Hermione who went red from embarrassment and anger.

 

“Potter while you may feel like a man I will have to crush those fantasies. 50 points and detention.” Harry laughed loudly.

 

“Oh sure Snapey, want me to tell you stories of holding the trophy? I can get a picture of it for you if you want me to.” What the hell was wrong with him? Why couldn't he stop?

 

“100 points and another detention!” Snape was trying to keep his class under control.

 

Devin stood up pointing his wand in the air. “Sorry Harry! Stupefy!” The spell went up into the ceiling then came down hitting Devin on top of the head. When Devin collapsed Harry felt his courage go away, filled with emptiness followed by fear at what had happened.

 

“What the bloody hell is happening to you?” Snape ran over checking on Devin who was just knocked out from the spell.

 

“Devin, it was him, he did something to me. I'm sorry for what I said Professor Snape.” Harry knew Devin had lost control of his emotions but why? Why was he the only one affected? Devin must have figured it out which was why he stunned himself.

 

“I see Potter you did not mean to disrespect me did you?” Harry shook his head. “Fine, I'll take one detention off. “Ennervate!” Devin came to.

 

“Sorry Harry I didn't mean to, please don't tell my mom.” Harry held a hand out to help him up.

 

“What the hell was that about Stark? What did you do to Potter here?”

 

“I don't know, I was sitting there when I felt a spell hit me from under the table. All of a sudden I felt an emotion fill me up and come out in one direction, at Harry. I thought maybe he had cast it on me but he wouldn't have, he couldn't have, I don't know what that was. Harry started acting like a jackass not being able to stop, my emotions made him do it, it's my fault, give me detention not him Professor Snape.” Snape walked back to the front of the class.

 

“Well then I don't think I told you to stop making your potion did I? 50 points from Slytherin.” This confused everyone, why had he taken points off of them? Maybe he knew one of them had cast the spell that hit Devin.

 

 

 

Harry was stuck in detention but did it without complaint. He deserved it, he had said things that were disrespectful to a Professor and so needed to be punished. What had happened to Devin no one was able to figure out. Nearing ten o'clock Harry was let go by Snape to go back to the Gryffindor Common Room. On the way he heard talking coming from another hallway. “He really should be kept under watch after what happened Diane.” Diane? Who was that?

 

“Albus I will not have my son watched like a lab rat! What happened in class has nothing to do with what you are talking about, he will be fine.” Diane Krats, or Stark, had to be.

 

“You know what my beliefs on this are, what happened to your son hurt him in ways we couldn't have predicted. If his emotions were let out until he had none left the consequences would be negative.” Hearing Dumbledore using a stern voice was foreign to Harry.

 

“I don't believe that! He isn't some thing but a living human being! If you weren't my boss...”

 

“Go ahead Diane, he is your son and whatever you say will not affect your job. He isn't a thing, he is a living being, but his soul was…”

 

“FINE! Old Man I don't care what you think I know my son, what happened that night did hurt him and it made these powers worse but he is still my son! I won't have him watched just so you can confirm some wild idea that is so off the wall it can't be true!” Harry couldn't believe someone could talk to Dumbledore like that.

 

“With what happened with the young Malfoy when Devin damaged part of the castle he was weak afterwards. He needed to build up emotions and feelings to power his body. He had only used a small portion of them and look what he did and what happened to his body. If his soul was…” Diane Krats, Stark, interrupted Dumbledore again.

 

“Shut up Old Man, I've had enough of this! I want this job, need this job, and my kids are doing well here, don't make me do something that will jeopardize that.” Harry ran off so he would not be caught when Professor Krats, Diane Stark, turned her back on Dumbledore and started her way down the hall.

 

Harry getting back to the Common Room saw that everyone had gone to bed already. He wasn't expecting anyone to wait for him really after he had made Hermione mad and Ron was busy with homework all the time. Going up to his dorm room he saw that Ron wasn't there. He panicked at first thinking something bad had happened but realized it was Ron, knowing him he went down to the kitchens to get food. Slipping into bed Harry wondered to himself about Devin. Devin was sleeping, harmless, yet what had happened yesterday, and Dumbledore talking, and the first time he saw Devin use his strange power, could Devin really be that dangerous? Were they in danger with Devin being here? He could hurt people that Harry had seen first hand with Malfoy but would he hurt others who didn't deserve it? “Go to bed Harry you need the sleep and it will keep you from worrying.” Laying down he fell into a deep sleep uninterrupted by nightmares.

 

Waking up early Harry saw that Ron still wasn't there when Harry got ready for his morning run. “Hey Devin are you ok?” Devin turned around getting his shoes on.

 

“Why wouldn't I be?” Harry responded

 

“I don't know Devin I just wanted to make sure. I don't blame you for what happened in Potions and I wanted to make sure you didn't think I did. Sorry.” Devin laughed.

 

“Oh come on Harry like I would worry about something like that.” Harry wasn't sure if he was offended or relieved.

 

“Well we are friends aren't we?” Devin laughed again.

 

“Come on Harry you really think that? Sorry but I don't have friends. That would require me to care about something which leads to emotions which leads to destruction. Caring about my mother and sister is enough for me to deal with without caring about others.”

 

“What about yourself?” Harry was now offended, he tried to be friends with Devin yet Devin was being well, himself.

 

“Nope. Just be glad that if I had the chance to kill you I wouldn't. It's a lot easier not caring about others since all it does is lead to pain.” Devin got up and left without saying another word.

 

Finishing the run Harry got ready for classes. Hermione was ignoring him as was Devin leaving him with Ron to practice different curses on each other. Ron was having a hard time using his right arm and so he switched to his left hand causing some dangerous affects. “Brother its swish, swipe, swish, jab, not swish, swish, swipe, jab! You nearly took my head off with that spell.” The hole behind him looked rather nasty making him glad he had his Seeker reflexes.

 

“Sorry Mate, using my left hand is about as good as using my right hand.” Harry winced at the mention of the right hand still wrapped up in bandages.

 

“It is ok Brother I can dodge them you slow poke.” Ron tried another spell getting the wand movement wrong again making it stronger and different from the spell it was suppose to be. “See?” Ron and Harry laughed as Professor Krats went over and took the wand out of Ron's hand.

 

“Ok you pass this part of the class just don't cast anymore spells!” Handing it back to Ron he sat down smiling.

 

“Cool, do half the work, most of it wrong, and get to pass. If only Snape was so nice.”

 

“Professor Snape.” Harry corrected Ron.

 

“Whatever Mate. Why you call him that is wrong, he is a Death Eater, even if he works for Dumbledore, doesn't mean we should respect him.” Harry frowned.

 

“He saved my life in our first year, help us both in our second year, been teaching us for 5 years, he deserves respect for he has earned it even if he does act like a bloody git most of the time.”

 

“Ok Mate if you say so.” Ron raised an eyebrow as they watched the rest of the class doing the assignment, successfully.

 

“What is going on with you and Hermione now? She still mad at you?” Harry looked at Ron with a look to make Snape proud.

 

“What do you think? I did it on purpose though so can't be mad at her. It's for Hermione's own good.” Watching Hermione send spell after hex after curse at Neville Harry felt the rage inside grow. Why couldn't he be happy with her? Why did Voldemort have to ruin everything? She was so beautiful, moving gracefully as Neville tried to curse her back.

 

“You still love her don't you Mate?” Harry nodded before he realized what he was agreeing to.

 

“Then how does that protect her? If she still means something to you You-Know-Who will still be after her. It doesn't matter if she hates you if you still care for her.” Ron in a moment of maturity shone brightly, he was right, if Hermione hated him but he didn't hate her how was he protecting her? He had to hate her; he needed to hate her to protect her. “Although I doubt she hates you Mate, how many times have me and her had a row? She may not talk to me for a bit but she never hated me.” Harry sighed.

 

“You never fought over what we did. You never hurt her like I did, have you?” Wrong question.

 

“Shut up Potter!” Ron had his wand out pointed at Harry point blank range.

 

“Sorry Ron, I didn't think…”

 

“No you didn't think, if you had you never would have said that.” Ron put his wand away. “Sorry, I know you forgave me, and she did to, but I still feel bad about it. Don't say anything.” Ron cut Harry off before he could say anything else.

 

Harry back in the Common Room tried to think of a way to hate Hermione. She had to of done something to make him hate her, something worse then anything he could remember. If she hadn't showed up on the Quidditch Field he could hate her for that incident but she did, she did love him. How could he protect her, or Ron? Ron was his Brother and had to be a target but he couldn't make Ron mad, not after what happened. If he just left into the Muggle world he would protect them, if he just got his things together and left, that would work right? But Voldemort would still be around and Harry had to kill him, he had to kill Voldemort for what he had done. Harry stood up and went to the dorm room to gather some things together for his new mission. If Voldemort was the one causing all his problems he would be a problem solver by taking care of his problems head on. Harry so busy with his thoughts never heard the door open. “What are you doing Harry?” Devin walked over looking into the bottomless pack that Harry had.

 

“None of your business.” Harry shoved some clothes into the pack trying to think of anything else he would need.

 

“Hmmm, going somewhere from the looks of it. What are going to do Harry?”

 

“I said none of your business!” Harry shoved Devin out of his way as he headed for the door.

 

“Harry whatever you are thinking of doing I wouldn't do it. First it is close to curfew, second you don't seem to be in a right mind, and third you have Prefect Duty tonight.” Harry couldn't stop, he had made his mind up and was going to solve his problems.

 

“It is NONE of your business!” Harry slammed the door as he ran down the stairs deciding which Hogsmeade tunnel to use.

 

Finally making it into the basement of Honeydukes he crept up the stairs. The door was closed and locked, from the other side. “Alohomora!” The door swung open. Harry went through and got to the other door, once he opened this door, once he left, he could not turn back. Harry's hand reached for the doorknob when he heard yelling.

 

“What the hell do you think you're doing kid? You broke into my store!” Harry should have realized there would be security of some kind.

 

“I'm sorry Sir, I didn't break in I was just…”

 

“Stupefy!” Harry fell to the floor not achieving his goal, not solving his problem.

 

Harry woke up to the sight of Tonks, Sirius, and Dumbledore. He wasn't in the hospital wing recognizing it as Dumbledore's office. “So Harry I see you have finally woken up. What the bloody hell were you thinking!” Sirius grabbed him by the front of his shirt and picked him off the floor. “I hope you really were just breaking into Honeydukes and not planning something stupid.” Sirius pushed Harry into a chair as Dumbledore spoke.

 

“I do not believe you were breaking into Honeydukes Harry as that would be wrong. You may break the rules but you would never do that would you Harry? Please explain your actions.” Harry crossed his arms on his lap.

 

“I had something I needed to do.” Sirius stood behind Harry placing his hand on top of Harry's head.

 

“You're going to have to do better then that Harry. Your father never did anything this stupid, or got caught doing something this stupid, what were you doing?” Harry shook his head to get Sirius's hand off his head.

 

“None of your business Sirius.” This time Tonks spoke up.

 

“Harry it is our business, you are family to Sirius, so please tell us, we won't be angry.” Harry sighed.

 

“I was taking care of a problem.”

 

“And what problem requires you to be out that late? We found your pack, it had some things in it that leads me to believe you were running away. You know Hogwarts is the safest place so why would you leave it?” Dumbledore adjusted his glasses.

 

“I wasn't running away! I was going to take of a problem. You are wrong Dumbledore, Hogwarts was the safest place but with me there it becomes a target, the students become a target, so I was going to make it safe again.” Sirius tossed Harry his pack.

 

“So you were running away so Voldemort wouldn't go after it? He will still go after it, Hogwarts, the Ministry, these two places will always be targets as long as…” Sirius finally knew what Harry meant by “solving a problem”. “Harry do you really think you could kill Voldemort? You don't even know where he is! Even if you did his Death Eaters, his Dementors, you wouldn't get close to him.” Harry hung his head down; he hadn't thought that far ahead either. How would he find Voldemort? How could he get close enough to kill him?

 

“Harry you did break several rules and so you will have 50 points taken from Gryffindor and you lose your privilege to the Prefect Bathroom for one month.” Harry understood what he had done was wrong, he did break the rules, but he had failed, he always failed even when he was trying to do something good.

 

“Sorry Sirius, Dumbledore, Tonks, it won't happen again.”

 

“Damn right it won't Harry, I told you not to leave the castle! You are safer here then just about anywhere else. Thankfully your friend told us that you were acting strangely.”

 

“Ron?” Harry hadn't seen Ron so how did he know what he was doing?

 

“No the other one, blonde kid, the American.” Sirius tried to think of the name but Harry already knew.

 

“You mean Devin, and he is not my friend, he is just someone who if I had the chance to kill I wouldn't.” It's what Devin told him so Harry thought it would fit.

 

“Harry please head back to your dorm room, you need to sleep and be ready for classes tomorrow.” Sirius waved his hand not looking at Harry.