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Once Harry had gotten off the floor from the impact of the portkey, he looked around at the surroundings. Everything still looked the same, except it looked a little cleaner. He noticed that he was in the kitchen and he wasn't the only one there. He saw Remus, Tonks, Mad-Eye Moody, Professor's Dumbledore, McGonagell, and the one person in the world he did not want to see at this very moment, Professor Snape, his potions teacher.

'Stupid greasy git,' thought Harry, 'because of you, Sirius is dead.'

With one last look, Harry ran out of the kitchen, not taking his stuff, wanting to get out of there before anyone could stop him. Right when Harry got into the hallway, he slumped down against the wall, and started crying, uncontrollably.

"Harry!"

Harry looked up to see Remus running up to him.

"Harry, what's wrong?" asked Remus, embracing him into a hug.

"I've already been here for two minutes and I already cant stand being here. Everywhere I look, I always expect to see Sirius," said Harry, crying even harder then he was. "It was my fault he died. If I had listened to Hermione and practiced Occlumency, he wouldn't be dead."

Lupin held even tighter onto Harry and said," Harry listen to me, okay. It was not your fault, It was Voldemort and Lestranges', they are the ones responsible, not you," said Lupin, still holding Harry.

After they sat there for a couple of minutes, Harry asked, his face still buried in his shirt, "has Dumbledore told you about the prophecy?"

"No, all he said that it was smashed."

"Well, after the whole incident, he took me back to his office and told it to me."

Then Harry recited to Remus what the prophecy had said.

'THE ONE WITH THE POWER TO VANQUISH THE DARK LORD APPROACHES...BORN TO THOSE WHO HAVE THRICED DEFIED HIM, BORN AS THE SEVENTH MONTH DIES...AND THE DARK LORD WILL MARK HIM AS HIS EQUAL, BUT HE WILL HAVE THE POWER THE DARK LORD KNOWS NOT...AND EITHER MUST DIE AT THE HAND OF THE OTHER FOR NITHER CAN LIVE WHILE THE OTHER SURVIVES...THE ONE WITH THE POWER TO VANQUISH THE DARK LORD WILL BE BORN AS THE SEVENTH MONTHS DIES...'

After Harry was done, Remus just stared at him. Then, without thinking, Remus wrapped Harry in a huge embrace, and just sat there. 'why does everything have to happen to Harry? Hasn't he suffered enough?' Remus thought. He felt tears running down his face but didn't care. The Prophecy meant that either Harry had to kill Voldemort or vice-versa. After a couple of minutes, Remus noticed that Harry had fallen sleep. 'Looks like he hasn't gotten much sleep lately.' Remus then picked Harry up, frowning at Harry's light weight, and carried him to his room.

When Harry woke up, he noticed that he was in his and Ron's room. The room was a mess, with a whole bunch of books thrown all over the floor and everything was really dusty. Once Harry found his glasses, he got up, got dressed, and headed downstairs, hoping to see Remus or his best friends.

When he got down there he decided to look in the kitchen. When he entered, he saw Ron, who looked like he had grown 3 more inches, and Hermione, her hair a bushy as ever. As soon as he entered, Hermione ran up to him and engulfed him in a rib-cracking hug.

"Oh my god, Harry! How are you? Remus told us what had happened. Oh, we should have been there for you, I'm so sorry, Harry, I..." she would have gone on longer, but to Harry's relief, Ron stopped her.

"Let him breathe, Hermione," he said, laughing as Hermione let go." So how are ya, mate?" asked Harry, slapping him on the back.

"Better then yesterday," said Harry, laughing. So how were your summers?" asked Harry, as they all sat down.

"Boring, pretty much. I have just been helping Fred and George with their joke shop. Business is booming," yelled Ron, right when Harry was going to ask.

"How about you Hermione?" asked Harry, turning to her.

"Good, I had just gotten back from Bulgaria, visiting Victor," said Hermione, receiving a look of annoyance from Ron, then he said," So Harry, how about a game of quidditch?"

"I cant," said Harry, gloomily. "I haven't gotten my broom back."

"Actually, Harry," said Ron, grinning." Hermione and I have a surprise." Then Ron and Hermione pulled a package from under the table and gave it to Harry. Harry then opened it and saw his firebolt, in perfect condition.

"How..." whispered Harry, totally speechless, his eyes filling with tears again. This broom was the first present from his godfather, and he cherished it.

"Well, before you got here, me and Ron sent an owl to McGonagell saying that you should be back on the team because you didn't deserve to be kicked of the team. She actually agreed and brought it last night. She would have given it to you personally, but after what happened last night..." said Hermione, not finishing her sentence.

"Thanks so much you guys." said Harry, taking his broom off the table, then said, "How about we eat then go outside to play?"

So after they ate breakfast, (Hermione cooked, with the help of Harry) all three of them, Hermione watched, went outside. When Harry got on his broom, he seemed to forget about all of his guilt and sorrow, and enjoyed being back on his broom. After two hours of playing, they all went back inside and played wizard chess and told more about their summers.

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