Chapter Two

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By the time breakfast had rolled around the next day Harry was dead on his feet from staying up all night. He had been finishing up a potions essay, but got distracted by the possibilities of what Sirius and Remus would say once they found out about the full extent of his detentions. That didn't mean that even with his mind elsewhere he missed the worried glances shared between his two best friends.

"I'm fine guys, really. I just stayed up a little too late finishing my potions essay…" Ron snorted.

" 'A little late'? You look like you could drop dead at any second, mate!"

"Ron!" Hermione hissed "Stop being so rude!" Ron looked exasperated.

"What did I do now?" he cried. Hermione ignored him though and turned to Harry.

"You've just got to pay more attention to your body, Harry. Too much stress can wear a person out, and you don't want to have to quit quidditch, do you?" Hermione's eyes widened and she covered her mouth with her hand. It took a while for it to sink in and once it did Harry narrowed his eyes at the witch.

"No one said anything about quitting quidditch. Who told you that?"

"Well, nobody really told me… and I don't know for sure… they were in the hallway and-" Harry cut her off.

"Hermione, who said that?" he snarled. By this point Hermione's eyes could not be seen under her thick, bushy hair.

"Professor Black and Professor Lupin," she whispered.

There was a moment of silence before Harry stood up quickly and stalked out of the Great Hall. It was an awkward scene: steam practically coming out of Harry's ears while Hermione looked close to tears and Ron was looking nervously between the two, trying to decide which one to console. At the staff table this didn't go unnoticed and Sirius ran after Harry while Remus went straight to Ron and Hermione to find out what had happened.

Out in the corridor, Harry was racing to his next class which happened to be transfiguration. He worried that if he stopped moving he would break something. How could they do this to him? Quidditch was the one thing that was keeping him sane this year. If they took that away he would most likely be reduced to a blubbering mess. If he had been thinking about talking to Sirius and Remus before, it was out of the question now.

"Harry!" It was Sirius's voice. "Harry wait, stop!" Harry kept on going.

"Prongslet!" Harry picked up the pace (if that was possible without breaking into a run), causing Sirius to become impatient. "Harry James Potter! I said stop!" This Harry reacted to and he turned around, face flushed and angry.

"What do you want." It was more a statement than a question.

Sirius ignored his tone and began to reply, "All I want is for you to take a deep breath and tell me what in Merlin's beard happened in there to make you so upset."

Harry's face got redder and his eyes darkened. "Yeah, well 'all I want' is for you to tell me why you thought I'd never find out! I can't believe you would do this to me! You of all people should know how much it means to me!"

A look of confusion planted itself firmly on Sirius' face. "Harry, I don't have the faintest idea what you're talking about."

"You're really going to try to deny it?" Harry let out a cry of frustration. "Fine, be that way. I have to get to class," and with that he jogged off, intent on putting as much space in between him and his godfather as possible.

Sirius leaned up against the wall, rubbing his temples tiredly. Why in the world did teenagers have to be so confusing?

Back in the great hall Remus had begun to piece together what had happened. Unfortunately he could do nothing about it since he had to get ready for his History of Magic class. He had comforted himself with the realization that he would be able to speak with Sirius at lunch. Hopefully getting started on fixing this mess if not completely setting things right.

Harry looked distastefully at the heavy book they were supposed to transform into a birdhouse. He hadn't the slightest idea how he was expected to perform such a task, yet Hermione had already managed to transfigure three perfect examples that had even Professor McGonagall impressed.

He groaned and lay his head on the table, for the first time noticing how comfortable the polished wood was. It wasn't long before his eyes had drifted close and the classroom voices had faded away to nothing...

"Harry?" Harry waved his hand in the direction of Hermione's voice.

"Go 'way. M' tryin' to sleep…"

Ron stepped in. "Harry, we're going to be late for Defense against the Dark Arts." At this Harry snapped his eyes open. Being late would just mean one more excuse for Umbridge to give him detention.

Harry wiped at his eyes and grabbed for his book bag. "Let's go," he said, still a bit groggy. Hermione and Ron followed him out of the classroom to Defense class. When they arrived Umbridge was sitting at her desk. She looked up at them and put on an overly cheerful smile.

"Wonderful! I have a most exciting lesson planned today! Please, sit down."

Harry rolled his eyes inwardly. 'Exciting lesson'? This was bound to be awful.

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