Chapter Two: Observations

Harry could see them. His father, his god father, his D.A.D.A teacher and the man, no boy, who betrayed them all. Right here, right now. Standing in possibly the same spot he had stood in just a bit earlier.

And everything Harry had ever heard about the was true.

Sirius was good looking, with long black hair and pale blue eyes. Is father looked like him, except for the eyes and the scar. Remus…well, he looked like he was holding too many muggle novels for his own good.

And, then there was Peter Pettigrew. He was a small, rather fat (not Dudley fat, but wide around the middle fat.) and looked like he was rather lost in life. He had small watery eyes that kept looking everywhere but at his friends. Almost as if they were searching for something that wasn't there.

Was it possible that he had already converted to Voldemort's side?

From the badge on his father's chest, Harry guessed that off four of them were in their seventh and final year of Hogwarts, and from the midwinter weather outside, Harry guessed that it was already half way through the year.

Harry turned to see Hermione staring at him horror struck. The only reason she wasn't screaming at him was because that would attract the attention of the seventeen year old boys to them and the whole 'must not be seen' motto was etched in Hermione's brain for ever.

She jerked her head towards the grand staircase and Harry understood her meaning.

Dumbledore first. Your father later.

Harry looked back over his shoulder and bit his lower lip. But, deep down, he knew Hermione was right.

He looked back at her and nodded.