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It was one of the hottest days of the summer and Harry Potter was sitting in front of his barred window, thinking.
He had led five of his friends into danger and almost brought his godfather to his death. He shuddered to think what would have happened if Remus hadn't pushed Sirius out of the way of Bellatrix's spell. If it wasn't for the bubbling pit of fright in his stomach at that moment, Harry would have paused to admire the werewolf's speed and reflexes.
Ah, Remus. His old professor had told him off in the Hospital wing for calling him 'Professor', as he had not been for three years now. Sirius had laughed himself silly at the sight, as had the others in the room.
Harry's thoughts turned to his friends then. They repeatedly told Harry it was not his fault but he still felt partially guilty. They wrote him everyday, and Hermione once, in a spurt of exasperation, threatened him… with a spoon, matches, and something about knowing deserts no one knows about in the Americas. Ron told him that the wounds the brains had left healed, though Madam Pomfrey could do nothing about the scars; 'Thoughts and memories scar more then anything ever could.' Harry had thought when reading the letter, unconsciously rubbing his bicep. The curse Dolohov used on Hermione had affected her lungs and broken three of her ribs but she insisted she was alright. She had finished taking her potions the day before and was back to her old self, much to the exasperation of Ron. Ginny was her usual hyper self; her ankle fixed shortly after they arrived at Hogwarts, though she did complain about its tendency to suddenly give out while walking. Neville had written him about how his grandmother had rewarded his courage and loyalty towards Harry with a new wand. Harry couldn't be happier for his friend, knowing that Neville would find school much easier with his own wand. And Luna... well Luna was just as loony as before. However, the group had come to respect her. This was because she gives everybody hope, in her own weird way, and she can take you to the wildest places when you were with her without even leaving the room. Harry and the others had come to appreciate and admire that in her.
Hermione was driving everyone crazy with her constant worries about O.W.L.s. They had all reassured her that they would all do fine, but secretly, Harry was just as worried. He was particularly concerned about his Potions O.W.L.
Yuk. Potions, his worst, most hated class. Harry had to wonder if he was really as bad as he was told or if Snape always somehow managed to tweak his potions.
Speaking of Snape, the greasy git, Harry silently wondered if his professor had taught him Occlumency the right way or if he gave Harry headaches on purpose. Though, as much as Snape hated him, Harry doubted the man's intention was to open his mind to Voldemort even more.
Oh, if he had only practiced his Occlumency... he could have avoided this whole mess. Conducting his schoolmates into a trap, no matter how well setup it was, was not one of Harry's goals in life.
Harry snapped out of his thoughts when he realized his thoughts had gone from the Department of Mysteries to potions and back again.