HEY PEOPLES!

Welcome to the exciting sequel in my GreenEyes Trilogy. I've added a significant chunk of new chapters to get you started, but don't get TOO spoiled just yet. I'll be going back to the one or two new chapters every other day. Gotta keep you guys hooked, yanno! =) So, I hope you all enjoy Harry's seventh year. LOTS of surprises for our raven-haired hero. YAY SURPRISES!!

Summer's End

It was a summer unlike anyother. The kinda summer that dragged on forever and yet past in a flash. The kind of summer that made changes in people.Unknown changes. Big changes.The kind of summer a person wishes would end already, but dreaded what was next.Harry Potter found himself in this kind of summer.

Harry leaned forward on the metal railing and let the cool breeze ruffle through his raven hair and blow it off his tanned forehead. He heaved a heavy sigh and gazed numbly at the vast city far below his feet.It was beautiful, no doubts there, it just didn't have an impact on him. Nothing seemed to make an impact anymore.

Harry glanced down as something wet touched his bare leg. A golden retreiver was sitting at his feet, looking up at him lovingly. Harry sighed and sat down besides the dog, scratching behind its floppy ears. He then looked back out over the city, and felt a pang at his heart.

"She would've loved this...."

Harry heard a low tremble in his voice, either from the lack of using it the past 3 months or the words he had spoken. Either way, it caught the attention of the very alert dog and he tenderly nuzzled Harry's chin. Harry looked down at him, feeling the tremble spread to his throat. He knew it was pointless to try and fight what was about to come, so he simply bent over and buried his face in the dog's soft, warm fur.

"I miss her Max...God, I miss her..."

Max let his owner cry.

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"I don't see why we should let him walk about free...We haven't let any of the others go, why should this one be any different?"

Dumbledore looked over at Minerva McGonagal and sighed," Because,we can not capture him until we know all there is to know."

"But we've discovered the place he's staying at.." McGonagal added.

"It would be ludicrous NOT to take him in. There's no doubt he's a Death-Eater, and he KNOWS where Voldemort is. We must act before we lose him," Lupin said as he sat up straight

"Very well then.. Apprehend him."

"What of his partner?" Severus Snape inquired leaning forward.

"She's of no concern to us. Just some hooker Undling bought for some kicks," Harry replied nonchalantly. Only too late he realized just what a mistake it was

"I-I mean...She's just a muggle...No one special."

McGonagal gave him a very stern look, making Harry shrink down in his armchair," Be that as it may, that does not excuse your rude comment. I have half a mind to wash that mouth out."

"Well, if that issue is dealt with, I want to move onto another," Lupin said."Its concerning Harry here."

Harry quickly looked away from McGonagal's glare and frowned at Lupin,' What about me?"

"I know I speak for all of us when i say, you've changed, Harry. And it concerns us," Lupin said solemnly.

Harry frowned harder feeling a rise of indignation start,"Well, so what if I've changed? A guy can't change without it being the end of the world?"

"Thats not the point, Harry... You're different and we all know WHY."Lupin went on.

"Enlighten me then. WHY have I changed?" Harry asked angerly.

"You know why, and you can't keep running from it...And we know thats what you're doing. Sooner or later, you're going to have to face that Cienna died and Hermonie's gone," Lupin said

Harry felt his indignation flame into anger.

"Now, enough of this running away. You're going to go back to London and get ready to start Hogwarts this week," Lupin said.

"Wha-...But...I..Thats not fair! You can't tell me what I can or can not do!" Harry shouted, lepaing to his feet

"I just DID," Lupin stated firmly.

Harry glared at him, searching the man's face for a challenge. Lupin stared back at him just as hard, never backing down.

"Bu-..Well...UGH!" Harry groaned in frustration and stormed out.

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Harry tossed his luggage into the back seat of his Volvo and stood back to let Max bound in. He settled Hedwig's cage besides him and climbed into the driver's seat. Max barked happily and licked Hedwig, who ruffled her feathers in a disgusted way and scooted to the opposite end of her cage.

"I still don't see why YOU have to come," Harry grumbled as he started up the car.

Lupin crammed his bag onto the bottom of the backseat and slide in besides Harry," Because, I couldn't very well have you go back to London by yourself."

"Its not like I'll take off or anything!" Harry growled indignantly.

"All the same," Lupin mumbled as he buckled up.

Harry grumbled as he lifted the car into the air and sped off. Lupin reached forward and pressed the invisibility knob. The remainder of the ride was silent, minus Max's occasional bark at a passing duck. Just as the sun was finishing setting, Harry manuvered the Volvo onto a barren street and restored it to visibility. Soon enough, he brought the car to a purposeful abrupt halt, causing Lupin's coffee to go spilling all over him. Harry stiffled a snigger and climbed out.

Lupin shot Harry a disproving look and lead the way up the walkway to a vacant lot. Well, to anyone else's eyes, it was a vacant lot. In reality, a huge and grand house stood wedged inbetween 11 and 13 Grimmauld Street.

It was the House of Black. Harry felt a huge pang at his heart as he stepped inside, letting Max pass him to inspect this new territory.

"Harry!"

Harry squinted past the sparingly lite candles and into the darkness. He saw a figure coming towards him and his stomach gave a leap.

"Ron!"

Harry ignored Lupin's shush and hurried forward, wrapping Ron in a tight and grateful hug. It must've looked odd, but Harry didn't care

"God, you're a sight for sore eyes."

Ron pulled back and patted Harry's arm, looking his face over," And you've got some pretty bad sore eyes."

Ron lead them into the kitchen where Mrs. Weasley and Mr. Weasley were. Mr. Weasley was sitting at the long, wooden table reading some muggle magazine while Mrs. Weasley was busy as usual over pots and pans at the stove. Upon seeing Harry, Mrs. Weasley gave a squeal and rushed towards him, giving him a painfully tight bear-hug.

Mr. Weasley chuckled and pulled her off him," Come now, Molly, the boy's had quite a trip, let him alone for awhile."

Mrs. Weasley pushed Mr. Weasley away and fussed with Harry's collar and shirt and hair, asking a million questions," SO,how was your trip? Have fun? How was Paris? Did you see anything good? Have you rested lately? Dear my. Harry you look frightful. Have you eaten? Want some stew? Come, come have some stew.

Harry gave a 'help me' glance at Lupin, Ron and Mr. Weasley as Mrs.Weasley pushed him towards the table and shoved him to sit down. She plopped a humungous bowl infront of him and filled it with boiling beef and vegetable stew, then brought over a big tankard of butterbeer and a basket full of freshly baked rolls. Harry rose his eyebrows at the meal and looked hesitantly at Mrs. Weasley.

"Come now, eat up. Got to get some meat back on those bones," She said with a smile

Harry barely noticed now the pained look in her eyes. His insides sank. She was forcing herself to be nice, it was obvious now. She apparently still felt sorry for him and his lose, thats why she was being so darn fussy. Probably thought he was about to break down and cry. Harry sighed and pushed the bowl away," I'm not really all that hungry...I...I'd really just like to go to bed.."

Mrs. Weasley's blue eyes clouded with hurt, which she quickly covered with a fake bright smile," Of course. Well, take these biscuits with you, just to snack on. Wake me if you need anything. Me and Arthur are just down the hall."

Mr. Weasley nodded and spoke in a softer tone."Yes...um...We set you up in the usual spot, all your thin-"

"I'd like to stay in Sirius's room, if you don't mind," Harry interrupted

The four exchanged wary looks, but Lupin nodded," All right, Harry."

Harry stood up and said goodnight, then walked up the stairs with Ron and plucked his bags from the room.

"Are you sure you want to stay in there?" Ron asked as he followed Harry up the stairs until they reached the trap door that lead to the attic

"Its awfully dusty still and,well...I kind of thought you..well..you shouldn't be alone yet."

Harry looked back at Ron after he had pulled down the stairs,"I'm fine,Ron. Besides..I NEED to be alone right now."

"But..In Sirius's room? Can't you be alone in my room with me?" Ron asked desperately.

Harry sighed and took his bag from Ron," No...Goodnight,Ron."

Ron watched Harry climb up the stairs and called up to him sadly," Goodnight,Harry."

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She laughed tossing her head back. God she was beautiful. So beautiful. His heart ached everytime he saw her, unable to comprehend that she was HIS. Her dark brown hair tumbled over his bare chest as she giggled and squirmed beneath his tickling fingers. She felt too good to be true.

"Harry..I'm so happy..."

"I am too, Cienna."

"Don't leave me,ok?"

"Ok."

"Don't forget me...."

"I could never."

"Even though I'm gone."

He frowned," But you're not...you're right here..."

"I'm gone,Harry..."

He blinked and ,indeed, she was gone. He was no longer laying lazily on the bed with her, but in a small church. He walked slowly up the main aisle, hearing sniffles and seeing nothing but black clothing. Please stop...No..I don't want to see ..I don't want to see it again..

His feet forced him to the head of the aisle where a slender cherrywood casket was propped up with the hatch open

Please don't make me look in..I..I can't..

His eyes peered down inside and his world ended once again.

Lying as still as a stone, there was Cienna. Her soft hair cascaded round her shoulders as her delicate hands weaved in the other

He leaned down and gently kissed her cold forehead, feeling tears trickle down

Harry bolted upright in bed, sweat clinging to his bare chest. He shakily raked back his stringy hair as he stared blankly into the darkness of the room. He reached up and wiped his face roughly, then sunk back down in bed. Sleep wouldn't come again tonight. So, he simply buried his face in Sirius's pillow. Letting his Godfather's scent consume his senses ,Harry let himself cry himself to exhaustion once again

Somewhere, very far away, an ear heard his pain and answered it. "I'm coming...My love, I'm coming..."