A/N: I'm back! And have a new chapter for you guys. Thank you for all the comments, its greatly appreciated. Enjoy your reading.

Harry was fuming. He did not show it though, and the Headmaster kept talking of his recklessness and how he should have let him manage the situation. Soon after Voldemort had disappeared, aurors had come back from the Department of Mysteries with all the bound Death Eaters and Sirius. Harry did not waste any time in demanding a fair trial for his godfather.

The Minister had no option but to comply, after his declaration of how his godfather had never gotten any trial and that he was innocent and the Ministry should fix an error done years ago especially now that Voldemort was back.

Needless to say that Dumbledore was not happy that he was acting on his own for once. But Harry was not listening to him, not even when he stopped berating him and when he explained his behavior these past months.

Harry did not believe for a second what he was saying, specially after he revealed that he was afraid that Voldemort would be able to posses him. Harry knew right there that Dumbledore had known about the horcrux. He was just a pawn for him after all. Well, he refused to follow blindly anymore.

"Why did he want that prophecy? And why did it have my name on it?"

Dumbledore looked disapprovingly at him for interrupting him, but went to grab his Pensieve. Harry closed his eyes for a second, wishing his headache away. Death hadn't bothered to tell him how to switch his Sight off, and all the colors were making it very difficult to concentrate. It was a wonder he hadn't exploded yet, truthfully.

"This, Harry, is the full prophecy that was made years ago. I hope you understand the implications of it, and why I have acted the way I did."

Harry stopped his sneer before Dumbledore could see it and focused on the image of Trelawney. She appeared in a trance, just like that time third year, and her voice changed completely as she recited the prophecy:

"The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord approaches... Born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies... and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark Lord knows not... and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives... The one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord will be born as the seventh month dies..."

Harry knew he was trembling, and he avoided looking at Dumbledore hoping the Headmaster would mistake the shaking as fear instead of the cold rage that was cursing through him. If he looked at the Headmaster, he would not be able to hold back.

"So I have to kill him." His voice sounded flat.

"Yes, Harry." The Headmaster seemed ready to start talking again, probably to offer help or something like that. Harry stood up before he could do it and started walking towards the door, pausing only for a second to look over his shoulder, his words laced with sarcasm as he spoke:

"Have a good day, Headmaster."

"Harry…" He started, but he was already out of the door.

Hermione woke up with a gasp followed by a groan at the feeling of her body on fire. Madam Pomfrey was waving her wand over her, frowning slightly and tilting a potion into her mouth. Hermione didn't protest as she drank it and the next one and the next one until the nasty taste of them faded.

Madam Pomfrey leaned away to talk with someone but Hermione was already slipping back into unconsciousness. This continued for a few days, and she was vaguely aware of her friends visiting her. Finally she woke up one day and didn't feel the grogginess of these past days.

Hermione sat up slowly, feeling way too weak for her liking. Grimacing at the pain in her muscles she looked around and spotting Ron sleeping in a chair besides her bed. Harry was nowhere to be seen. Ron stirred and blinked a few times awake, immediately noticing her.

"Hermione! You're awake!"

His shout brought the attention of Madam Pomfrey who hurried over to her side. She checked her over and seemed satisfied with the results. She proceeded to explain the curse and the treatment, describing each of the potions she needed to take before leaving her to Ron.

"What happened?"

"Well, we captured all the Death Eaters, and the Ministry knows now that Voldemort is back. Sirius and Harry went through the veil but came back, no one knows what happened and they claim to not remember anything. There is a trial waiting for Sirius by the way. There were some injuries but everybody is healed. Tonks is at St. Mungos but she will be alright."

Hermione filled all that information away, but noticed how Ron seemed to be avoiding something, and Harry's absence was glaringly obvious. So she asked:

"Where is Harry?"

Ron hesitated, some frustration and anger visible in his face but thankfully he didn't seem to be mad at him. Hermione waited patiently, knowing that there must be at reason as to why he wasn't there.

"He is avoiding everybody. I've tried to talk with him but he wouldn't let me say anything. I don't know what is his deal, but he hasn't let anyone near him at all."

Hermione frowned worried, and wondered what had happened to make her friend close himself to the world. As soon as she was dismissed she would hunt him down and interrogate him, and no one would stop her. Not even Harry.

Sirius didn't know what was happening. He remembered being thrown back by that bitch Lestrange into the veil and then wandering in a strange world filled with shadows. He had been lost, without any sense of being at all, and then a dark shadow had come and took him.

When he had open his eyes again, he was back at the Ministry with aurors restraining him and Harry demanding a trial for him. After they took him away, he hadn't hear anything at all of him, and he was left alone in one of the cells on the Ministry with a watch making sure he didn't escape.

Finally, Shacklebolt appeared the next day and told him in curt tones that he was being taken to the courtroom where his trial was being held. A look from him told Sirius that this was not the place to ask questions, when others were listening to their conversation.

So Sirius kept his questions to himself and sat in the chair as they told him, facing the court with his chin high and waiting for his freedom at last.

Harry knew that his friends were worried about him. But after what happened at the Ministry, he couldn't bear the thought of them being hurt again because of him. Specially now that he had done that deal with Death, and having that prophecy hanging over him. He knew Hermione and Ron would disapprove, and possibly turn against him. He didn't want to risk that.

But today he wasn't able to avoid them, not when they were all witness in Sirius trial. And so he was put face to face agains a determined Hermione and grim Ron. Harry resisted the urge to pinch his nose, and instead just went resigned to the corner that Hermione was pointing at.

"Spill it. Now." She certainly didn't waste any time.

"I don't want to talk about it." But he could be even more stubborn than her.

She glared at him and he glared back, both of them holding each other stares and refusing to back down. It was a silent battle of dominance and determination, and after a few long minutes Hermione finally faltered and looked away.

"Fine. Whatever." She ground out. "But we are still your friends and whatever you think we shouldn't know, let me tell you, you are wrong. So when you decide to take your head out of your ass, come and talk to us. In the meantime, we will always be at your side.."

And then she stalked out, Ron running after her looking at him apologetically, but no hesitation as he left him alone. Harry didn't have time to let the conversation sink in before they were called in and the trial started.

SIRIUS BLACK INNOCENT!

I'm sure we all know by now about the battle in the Department of Mysteries and the subsequent capture of the infamous Sirius Black. Readers were surprised by the demands of one Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived to give him a trial. Some were horrified when they learned that Black had never been given one.

In an interesting turn of events, yesterday the awaited trial was held at the Ministry. Despite the claims made from Harry Potter, most of us believed him to be guilty of at least one of the charges. For those who don't know, the charges against Sirius Black were: being involved in illegal activities of the group known as Death Eaters, being in league with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, selling the Potters out, killing of twelve mugged and Peter Pettigrew, escaping from Azkaban and aiding on the escape of other prisoners.

After Verisaterum was administered, we quickly learned that in fact he had not committed any of these crimes! The only illegal action he had taken was escaping from the prison and it was found also that he is an illegal Animagus. The public were horrified when they knew they had sentenced an innocent man to a life time in Azkaban, had he not escaped two years ago. In light of this new knowledge, he was let free, with an hefty amount of money as an apology and the reminder to register his Animagus form.

Sirius Black was seen last with his godson Harry Potter, another fact that most were shocked to learn, leaving the Ministry of Magic. Some other friends were following the pair…

They only had two more days of school left when the article on The Prophet came out. Harry made sure to leave the Great Hall before anyone could start asking questions to him. He was intercepted by the Headmaster on the way to the Gryffindor Tower and Harry had to stifle a growl of frustration at his demand to follow him.

These past days he had been concentrating to understand more his Mage Sight, and so far he had only been able to turn it off for brief periods of time. Hermione had thankfully let him alone, and he had shared some meals with them in exchange, even if he didn't talk at all. A silent apology but still a reminder that he was not ready to say anything to them.

So it was a far more calm Harry who entered the office that evening, without any bright colors and a stressful night clouding his emotions. Which didn't mean that he was happy to be here, specially when the Headmaster sat down at looked long at him.

"I know you are planning to stay all summer with Sirius." Harry tensed, not liking his tone one bit. "However, you walked out the other day before I could explain everything to you. I'm afraid you won't be able to stay with your godfather all summer, wait let me talk. That night years ago, when your mother sacrificed herself, she used Ancient Magic to protect you. Those wards live on your mother's blood, offering you unique protection as long as you stay with your Aunt. So you see, it is necessary that you go to your family's house to keep them active."

Harry wanted to scream. He wanted to scream and rage and throw things to the old man who thought could rule every aspect of his life. Even if what he was saying was true, he remembered Death saying that the Ancient Magic of his mother was gone with the horcrux. So he didn't know if those wards were still in place or not. Readying himself to a fight with the Headmaster, he opened his mouth.

Say that you will go. The sudden thought shocked him enough that he sat back and closed his mouth. He had no doubt of who was its owner. Why? He tried to send back, feeling that dark and foreign presence in his mind. You will need to train. If you go with your godfather, you will not be able to do it. But with your family, you can sneak away and no one will be the wiser.

Harry gritted his teeth, but knew he could not defy Death no matter how much he wanted to. It was one thing to go against Dumbledore and completely different one to go against Death. And it was true he needed training. Harry reminded himself that he had chosen this as he touched the amulet around his neck, and looked back to the Headmaster.

"Very well, I'll go. But I'll be in contact with Sirius and as soon as I can I'm going to Grimmauld Place. No matter what you say."

He directed that last bit not only to Dumbledore but also Death. He sensed its amusement in his head before he acquiesced and left him alone with the Headmaster, who didn't seem so happy but reluctantly agreed.

Dumbledore watched the boy go with worry. A week after the battle and he still didn't know how he and Sirius had survived the Veil. Harry was being uncooperative and he knew he hadn't talked with his friends. Sirius knew nothing and was of no use right now, busy as he was with reclaiming his Lordship and seeing the state of his House.

Harry was avoiding everybody and seemed to not trust him at all. He had to regain his trust before it was too late. Already he had observed how the boy was becoming more independent and not following him as he used to.

But he had hopes for him still, specially after he had managed to convince him to go with his family. Maybe he could still work with him and bring him back to the path he needed to be on. The survival of Sirius changed his plans but it wasn't anything he couldn't work around.

So he reclined back and watched as Fawkes flew out of the office, assured in the knowledge that everything would work out.

Harry played with the amulet between his fingers as he watched Hogwarts disappear in the distance. Things were still tense between him and his friends, but at least he was spending time with them. Neville and Luna entered their compartment and engaged in a conversation with Ron and Hermione.

Harry looked at the amulet between his fingers, the oval crystal holding the slivers of Voldemort soul. They were dancing around and forming different shapes, looking like a ever-changing mist. Death had given it to him as afterthought, claiming that it would be easier to hold all the pieces in there before Harry had to give them to It.

They seemed to sense he was looking as the shapes were more agitated and pressing against the borders of the crystal. When he touched it to the tip of his finger, he could almost swear that it pulsed back at him, and it felt warmer for a few seconds.

Harry let it fall back hanging around his neck and looked up, freezing when he saw Luna's eyes on him. She smiled lightly glancing to the amulet then back to him. It's alright. Don't worry, her eyes seemed to say, I won't say anything. . Harry blinked and nodded back to her, looking out of the window. Thank you.

This was going to be an interesting summer.

A/N: That's it for now. Not much happens, just the aftermath of the battle and is mostly a transition to the next chapter. I hope you still liked it though. NExt chapter will be up in a few weeks.

Adios!

~ Moon