Please don't sue. Some of these are not my characters. I owe everything to J.K. Rowling.

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Warning!: This is a DM/HP slash. I also might have some more like RW/HG or RL/SB.

Haha. Don't worry. Sirius will be in here somehow.

Oh yea, and the next chapters will be longer.

It's rated R for further chapters.

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Missing Out

Harry Potter, familiarly called the boy-who-lived, glanced around the grand room for any suspicious looking objects. Bingo. There upon the desk is another radio, exactly like the 32 before. There was one in every room at the Dursley's, except the three small bathrooms that were scattered around the house. He had also seen them in the Burrow recently.

He had never thought that they would set them in each of the Black's luxurious rooms.

Stupid aurors. Can't figure out how to use different objects. Will they ever leave me alone? Next thing I will see is Mundungus in some shadowy corner.

Earlier in the summer, when Harry had left Kings Crossing, he started to feel twitchy, as if someone was watching him, but when he turned around not a soul was there to be seen.

He had given up after a while, until he came to Dudley's second smaller bedroom. There was a new adjustment to the room. A radio was sitting on his wooden wardrobe along with some wizard's knick-knacks. It looked normal enough, but when he tried to turn the knobs, the radio didn't turn on or play or anything.

He pushed it out of his mind for a while until he noticed them in every room.

Now here, sitting in one of the Blacks' bedrooms, another radio can be seen. He knew that they were probably spelled to watch him or something.

They were just another addition to Dumbledore's precautions, along with the aurors around every corner Harry turns when he is not inside the Dursleys', the Burrow, Or the Blacks' House.

Harry sighed. His spirits had been low ever since Hogwarts. Little could please him. His friends were very worried. Hermione went on about seeing a therapist while Ron told him that he just needed to get laid.

That was another problem. Who would Harry like to have sex with?

He was questioning his sanity after a while. A year back, he accidentally caught himself looking at Oliver Wood's sexy ass. He would take glances whenever he could at a couple of his fellow classmates.

Was he really gay?

He heard someone knock on the door as he looked out the window for Hedwig. She had been gone for a week now.

"Harry?"

"Uh huh."

"Wanna go to Diagon Alley with us?" Ron waited in anticipation. Harry had been avoiding them lately and Ron was expecting to hear another rejection.

"Sure."

Ron exhaled the breath he hadn't noticed he had held. He really missed the old Harry, and maybe a trip to Diagon Alley would do the trick.

"We're gonna leave in an hour. Lemme go tell 'Mione." Ron grinned

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Harry, Ron and Hermione all stepped under the Arch behind the Leaky Cauldron to see Diagon Alley at its best. All the Hogwarts' students were here to purchase their school supplies for the upcoming year.

They smiled and carried-on as they got ice cream at Fortescue's Ice-Cream Parlour. Harry licked his 'Muggle Special' of Peanut Butter and Jelly as Ron and Hermione bickered about school once again.

"You will study with me on Saturdays, Ron. We have O.W.Ls to look to!"

"O.W.Ls?! The Term hasn't even begun yet!"

"Don't come running to me when you procrastinate and need me to help you study!"

Harry half-smiled at Hermione's last comment. It was life as usual with them. If only Ron would have the guts to ask Hermione out.

They had a good day, the only one since Sirius had left.

After obtaining their books and Hermione a new wand (since its energy had been over-used by her), they proceeded to Madame Malkin's, but not until Ron had drooled over the different things in Quality Quidditch Supplies' window.

A bell tinkled when they entered the robe shop, letting every person know someone just came in. All heads turned towards the three sixteen-year olds, eyes settling onto them, but the messy haired boy was being watched more carefully.

Harry's body had toned over the summer. He had spent his time gardening in Aunt Petunia's pathetic garden under the window. He had become lean and strong, and had a fairly dark tan. He looked stunning.

This caused him to grow out of his robes and need some more.

In the corner of Madame Malkin's, Draco Malfoy was being fitted for his fall robes. He would start wearing them as soon as the official day of fall comes.

He had only lifted his head when the bell sounded to announce the three Griffindor's entrance.

Urggh. And of course they have to appear right now.

He let his eyes stumble over the three, particularly the figure piece. There, in front of his eyes was the boy-who-fucking-lived, looking as delectable as a cupcake to a starving man.

Malfoy and Harry's eyes locked for one second, until they both turned away suddenly.

"Look what the hippogriff brought in. What the hell is that arsehole doing here?!" Ron said in a low tone so only Harry and Hermione could her.

"Oh Ron, please don't start anything . Just ignore him." Hermione sent Malfoy a knowing glance.

God does that girl know everything. She probably know the whole fucking fact that I've been disowned from the Slytherin House practically for finding out I don't want the damn Dark Mark.

Malfoy turned back to the lady fitting him as the Griffindors continued on with their task.

Harry couldn't help but let his eyes wander over to Malfoy a couple of times.

Damn bastard. Damn father of his. He looks different somehow, but I just can't seem to put my finger on it. Hmmm....well. I'll ask Hermione if she has any idea.

As they left the building, Harry started slowly falling back into a pit of depression. Memories of Sirius loomed in his mind as he thought about the damn Slytherins.

I could have stopped it somehow. If I didn't even go it would have never happened. I'm so worthless. First Cedric, and now Sirius!

Hermione and Ron began to frown at their friend's behaviour. They thought that maybe he would go back to the Harry they knew.

Not a single word was spoken as they continued the journey back to the Leaky Cauldron.