"Oh hi, Harry," Katie Bell said cheerfully, greeting him with a kiss on the cheek.

"Hey, Katie."

"You're Quidditch Captain," she said bluntly.

"I... er—what?"

"All of us, the whole team, nominated you as captain. Fred and George cast in a vote for you, too."

"Well—I mean, shouldn't you be captain? You're older."

"Main team and all of the reserve team voted for you."

"So, is Quidditch a democratic system now?" Katie laughed. "Either way, Umbridge banned me from Quidditch..."

"No, she's not Headmistress anymore. Anyway, you're captain. When are tryouts," she asked.

"I dunno," Harry shrugged. Ginny came up beside him. "Hey, Gin."

"Hey, hun." She reached up and kissed him. "Quidditch tryouts?" Harry nodded. "OI!" The common room went silent and looked at her. "QUIDDITCH TRYOUTS THIS SATURDAY," she bellowed. Harry and Katie laughed.

"Well, that's a way of doing it," Katie said. "Anyway, Harry, you're Quidditch Captain, hopefully I'll make the team again."

.o.O.o.

Hogwarts was as busy as always. Although, this year seemed the most normal out of his six years, he didn't want to get his hopes up. He and Neville had weekly meetings over tea with Professor MacDonald. She told them about their parents, and they told her what had been happening in England since she'd left for France. (She didn't want to go. She wanted to stay in England and fight Death Eaters alongside her friends. But, sadly, as soon as she'd completed her seventh year, she had to move to France with her parents.) Harry also had his meetings with Dumbledore, learning about Voldemort's past.

Tryouts on Saturday were hectic. Many Gryffindors came, many weren't trying out. There was a big group students standing on the Quidditch Pitch, holding brooms. They were talking, loudly. Just yell, Ginny mouthed at him.

"Hey!" Harry yelled, but barely anybody heard him. "SHUT UP!" People looked at him in surprise. Quiet, reserved Harry just yelled at everyone. "Yeah," he knew what they were thinking. Ginny winked at him. "All right, Chasers and Keepers will be trying out together. So those trying out for those positions, line up!" Those trying for Seeker and Beater got out of the way.

Ron was new Keeper, getting one save ahead of Cormac McLaggen, but Harry wasn't posting—or telling—results. McLaggen was an obnoxious, arrogant git, but he was second best. Colin Creevey, was third for Keeper, he was really good. If McLaggen ever got to be too much, Colin would replace him on the reserve team. Ginny and Demelza made Chaser along with Katie. The reserve Chasers were Parvati Patil, Kate Swinters (a fourth year), and Dennis Creevey. The Beaters were Seamus Finnigan and Ritchie Coote. Reserves for them were Jimmy Peakes and Jack Sloper. Ginny was possibly a reserve for Seeker in case something went wrong. But the actual reserve position went to Caroline Piner (a fifth year).

Harry really wanted to tell Ginny and Ron but restrained himself. He posted a parchment on the bulletin board.

Quidditch Positions

Beaters: Ritchie Coote & Seamus Finnigan

Reserve: Jack Sloper & Jimmy Coote

Chasers: Demelza Robins, Ginny Weasley, Katie Bell

Reserve: Dennis Creevey, Kate Swinters, Parvati Patil

Keeper: Ron Weasley

Reserve: Cormac McLaggen

Seeker: Harry Potter

Reserve: Caroline Piner

Note: Do not harass Captain Potter if you are disappointed with the results. If you do, watch your back. -Hermione Granger

There was a crowd around the board as people tried to see if they made it, others were there because they wanted to see if their friends were on the roster. People were celebrating, others were comforting their disappointed friends. Ron hugged Harry and then Hermione. Harry got many hugs from teammates and Ginny waited 'til people went away before she kissed him. It was short but passionate.

"Y'know," Hermione smirked, "this could be considered favouritism." Harry shrugged and kissed Ginny again. She walked over to Ron bouncing excitedly.

"Oi, Potter." Harry held up a finger, telling whoever it was to wait, he wasn't done kissing Ginny. Harry pulled away.

"Oh," Harry tried not to sound disgusted. "Yes?"

"Why am I not main Keeper," McLaggen asked angrily.

"Because Ron's a better one," Harry said, his arm still around Ginny's waist.

"No, he isn't! You just put him on the team because he's your friend!" Ginny stepped closer to him.

"Listen, prick, Ron saved nineteen out of twenty shots, you saved eighteen."

"You obviously went easy on him because he's your brother. That's nepotism!"

"I didn't, actually," Ginny was getting angrier. "I did the same amount of difficulty for everyone," she stepped closer. "Did you read the note at the bottom of the roster?"

"No," McLaggen faltered a little and glanced across the common room at the parchment.

"It said, 'Do not harass Captain Potter if you are disappointed by the results. If you do, watch your back. Signed Hermione Granger.'" Hermione said, coming up behind McLaggen. Harry bit his thumb to hide a laugh, it was the perfect scenario. McLaggen flinched.

"Er... Sorry, Potter," he said formally. "Thank you for putting me on the reserve team," he nodded and walked away. Ginny muffled her laugh in Harry's chest.

"Th-thanks, Hermione." Harry laughed loudly, causing some of the students to look at him and smile.

.o.O.o.

"Hiya, Harry!" Colin Creevey said brightly.

"Hi, Colin," Harry ruffled his hair. Sirius used to do that. He shook his head. Anyway.

"What's wrong, Harry?"

"Nothing, what is it?"

"Oh, yeah! Professor Dumbledore wanted me to give this to you," he handed him a piece of parchment.

He was to go to Dumbledore's` at eight.

.o.O.o.

How the hell am I supposed to get the real memory from Slughorn? Well, he was allowed to tell Ron, Hermione, and Ginny. They could probably help. Harry wasn't paying attention as he thought about this and ran into a suit of armor. He hissed out a string of curses and kept walking. Few people were out as it was almost curfew. Fortunately, no one saw that.

"How'd it go," Ron asked as soon as Harry walked into the common room. Harry went over everything.

"Slughorn invited me, you, and Hermione to a thing called the 'Slug Club'."

"What is that?"

"Hell, if I know," Ginny shrugged.

"It's—I think—it's a club of some sorts where Slughorn establishes connections with kids with famous parents or relatives. Well, in your case, you're just famous," Hermione said.

"That's what he was talking about..." Harry muttered.

"Who talking about what," Ron asked.

"When Dumbledore took me to see Slughorn—well afterwards, he said I 'should let Slughorn collect me'."

"What did he mean by that," Ginny scrunched her nose. Harry shrugged.

"I didn't even think to ask, Dumbledore is Dumbledore. I just went with it. But those pictures I was telling you about, of students, I think that's what he meant. He makes 'suggestions' to get them jobs in the Ministry."

"Well, yeah, there's a 'Slug Club Meeting' (that I wasn't invited to) on Friday." Harry clapped him on the back sympathetically. Harry stared into the fire and absentmindedly played with Ginny's hair. W-wait, is that Sirius?! Harry launched off the sofa, jostling Ginny in the process. Harry scrambled over to the fireplace.

"What is it, Harry," Ginny asked as she, Ron, and Hermione joined him. Luckily, no one else was in the common room. Harry waited for Sirius' face to pop up again. When it did, they all gasped.

"Sirius?!" Harry whispered. Harry was confused, hurt, angry, relieved, overjoyed, and thought he was hallucinating at the same time.

"Oh my God, Harry! I-I'm so sorry," his voice cracked.

"H-how are you a-alive?!"

"I er- when I went through the veil, I was floating... and I swear I saw James' face. But, I panicked and Apparated to the other side of the world. And, I was so weak, I didn't know what to do. I was tired and drained and shocked and I didn't know what to do. I really didn't. I was living of scraps as Padfoot for months. But then I found a witch who didn't know who I was and she let me use her Floo. I called Remus, of course, and when he saw me he yelled and started crying. And he let me Floo to his flat. I've been there for about a week. And he's been helping me get better. And I thought to call you. I kept flickering in and out, I'm pretty sure someone saw me again... I'm just... I'm so sorry!"

Harry, kneeling, was gaping at the fire in shock.

"Come through," Hermione said softly. They backed up and Harry stood shakily. Sirius came through the Floo in a flash of bright green flames. He looked slightly better than he did when Harry first saw him. He launched at Sirius, squeezing the life out of him. Harry sobbed silently into Sirius' shoulder. Ron, Hermione, and Ginny watched awkwardly from the side. Ginny stepped forwards and gently rubbed Harry's back in soothing circles. Sirius pulled away slightly and ruffled Harry's hair. Harry sniffled. They both had red eyes and tear tracks staining their faces.

"You got tall, Bambi," Sirius choked out. (A/N: Holy shit, I just realized both Harry and Bambi are orphans, well actually, we don't know about Bambi's father.)

"Or maybe you got shorter," Harry gave a watery smile. "Do you want to see Mary MacDonald?" Sirius wiped his eye with the back of his hand. Sirius nodded silently. Harry went to go get the Marauder's Map, and when he came back down, Sirius stared at it adoringly.

They met no one on the way. When they reached D.A.D.A. Headquarters, Ginny knocked.

"Mary?" Sirius called.

.o.O.o.

Who the hell? That voice sounded familiar but she couldn't quite put her finger on it. She kicked her legs over her bed and slipped on her dressing gown. "Who is it?"

"It's Harry," Harry said. Then who was that voice? It wasn't Ron or Neville. She opened the door. She froze and her jaw dropped.

"S-Sirius," she gasped.

"The one and only," he grinned and opened his arms. She hugged him tightly.

"B-but Harry and Albus said you were dead. I-in the Ministry... and you went through a veil of some sorts in the Department of Mysteries," she mumbled.

"I panicked and Apparated to California," he explained.

"That's on the other side of the bloody world!"

"I know, I know. The people there are great, though."

"What city," Hermione asked.

"Er... Los Angeles, I think."

"Wow."

"We need to get you cleared," Harry said suddenly.

"How? Pettigrew's somewhere slaving away for Voldemort. How could we find him," Ron asked. Hermione lowered her eyebrows and thoughtfully put her hand on her chin.

"Hell if I know," Mary said. "Does Albus know?"

"Albus knows everything, but I doubt he knows."

"Maybe we should go see him," Ginny suggested.

Dumbledore answered his door in eccentric purple pajamas and a periwinkle blue dressing gown. They had shooting stars all over them. "To what do I owe the pleasure?" Sirius stepped forward. "Oh, my." Dumbledore hugged him. "I imagine you Apparated."

"Yes, to California." They made semi-plans. All of them would ask kneazles or part-kneazles to find rats, and if they did, to not kill them. Instead bring it to any of them.

.o.O.o.

Harry walked to the Great Hall with Luna.

"A kneazle gifted me a rat last night," Luna said. "Sadly, it wasn't missing a toe."

"Th-" Harry felt happy. But why would he feel so happy suddenly? Then he realized it wasn't his happiness, it was Voldemort's. He leaned against a wall and Luna pushed his back. His scar was brighter than usual. Fuck, Harry thought. He grabbed Luna's hand and ran to the Great Hall. Ron, Hermione, Ginny, and Neville looked at them, bewildered. "Voldemort's happy," Harry said.

"Why would he feel happy?"

"Dunno. But I can feel it. He's really happy. Something went right." He dropped Luna's hand and sat next to Ginny.

"Harry," Hermione put a hand on his shoulder, "aren't you supposed to be using Occlumency?"

"Yeah, but... I can't not. It'll give us hints and clues as to what he's doing or plotting or some shit," Harry dragged a hand through his hair. "I'm willing to—I need to." His scar had stopped hurting, but then pain flared through his head.

"I have news, my Lord," Wormtail bowed.

"Get on with it."

"I've done as you said, my Lord. I-I've been spying on the boy. He's dating Ginny Weasley, my Lord." Lord Voldemort smiled. It was dark, grim, and it didn't reach his eyes.

"Excellent, Wormtail. How serious is their 'relationship'," the Dark Lord spat.

"Fairly serious, my Lord. They're always snogging," Wormtail said, sounding disgusted. Lord Voldemort mocked gagging.

"Perfect, she is third." Wormtail nodded. "Your previous mistake may be forgiven. Don't count on it."

"Y-yes, my Lord. Thank you."

"Continue spying on the boy."

Harry's eyes snapped into focus. "Babe? Are you all right? Did you have another vision?" Harry nodded and stood. He walked outside. They all followed. "What happened?"

"Voldemort knows."

"Knows what," they said.

"Knows me and Ginny are dating. She's 'third'," he made quotation marks in the air.

"I'm third on what," Ginny beat them to it.

"I don't know," Harry took off his glasses and dragged his hands down his face. "His 'list', I s'pose" Ginny beamed at him. The corners of Harry's mouth raised when he looked at Ginny. Harry tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and kissed her. She curled her hand around his and threaded her fingers through his hair.

"W-why are they snogging," Neville asked.

"It's a similar topic they were talking about before their first kiss," Hermione explained.

"Oh," Neville said, "that's cute."

"They're are disgustingly cute," Ron said. Harry and Ginny put a sarcastic thumb up. "Ugh, they're even in sync!" Luna, however, was watching them, entranced. She was tracing invisible swirls and lines in the air.

"What are you doing, Luna," Hermione said, drawing attention to her.

"It's fascinating," she said quietly. "I'm tracing their auras. They have almost... combined, it seems..."

"Woah," Neville said. Harry and Ginny pulled away slowly. Harry rested his forehead against hers, hands on her hips.

"I love you, Gin."

"I love you too, Harry."

"What were we talking about," Harry asked.

"Your vision—about Voldemort," Hermione cut in.

"Shit, yeah," Harry stood regularly. "Pettigrew's spying on us."

"What?!"

"Er, yeah. Voldemort knows we're dating because Pettigrew told him."

"Shit," Ron exclaimed.

"Yeah, I know. But, we've got to filter—monitor—or conversations. And we need to tell other people monitor their conversations, too."

"Well, then, we need to tell Dumbledore," Neville said. They ran back into the Great Hall, stopping in front of Dumbledore.

"Sir! Sir! We've got to tell you something important. B-but we need privacy." Dumbledore led them into the room Harry went into before the Triwizard Tournament. The old wizard cast spells, which Harry assumed were spells to ensure privacy. Harry searched the room—the others joining him—for a rat. "Pettigrew is spying on us," Harry blurted after their search. "He's around somewhere as Wormtail. He just gave his first report to Voldemort. And now Voldemort knows that Ginny and me are dating. And he's come back—if he's not already here."

"We must take extreme precaution. Tell your friends, have your friends tell their friends. I will have Minerva search for him in her cat form."

.o.O.o.

They had told all Gryffindors. They knew Paravati Patil had told Padma Patil, starting the chain of Ravenclaws. Soon, people were either monitoring their conversations, or casting privacy spells. MacDonald and Flitwick taught the privacy spells and McGonagall stressed on the Animagus Spell. It was used to detect Animagi. It didn't harm regular animals, but if it was an Animagus, it would turn blue. They tried it on any rats the cats brought them.

"Mate," Ron started apprehensively. Harry looked at him. "I've… er… been forced to erm… prank you by my brothers…."

"Really?" Harry sat up in interest.

"Yeah, I er- can't tell you what it is though."

"What's the blackmail," Harry chuckled.

"Like… seven incidents from when I was younger. They'll tell everyone, and I'll never be able to live it down. Like the Teddy Bear Incident, when Fred and George," he started whispering, "turned my teddy bear into a spider." Harry laughed. "How dare you," Ron put a hand on his chest in mock-hurt. "Anyway, you know I would never, ever, do something like this. But, Hogwarts students are vicious and Malfoy… ugh, Malfoy."

"It's fine, mate. Just, do it tomorrow, I guess. I'm sure it can't be that bad. Right?"

"Er, let's just say Ginny will enjoy it—or maybe not."

.o.O.o.

When Harry woke up, he felt groggy. He didn't hear the snores or talking he usually woke up to. There was just silence. Harry looked at his alarm clock and started cursing. He jumped into the shower, washing quickly. He wrapped a towel around his waist, shoved his glasses on, and grabbed his wand. As soon as he crossed the threshold, he teleported into the Great Hall. What the hell. Everyone was looking at him. Many girls and boys were ogling at him, mostly at his abs. Ginny stared at him in surprise, tracing her eyes along his torso. She winked at him, and he grinned back. And then he looked at Ron, who was looking at him sheepishly. So this must be the prank. And then he realized that the people who were ogling him, were really ogling him. He blushed and walked quickly out of the Great Hall.

"So, Ron, this was the thing you were talking about." Ron nodded. Lavender leaned toward Ginny.

"A lot of people think your boyfriend's hot."

"Well, he is. However, if they try anything, the Hospital Wing will be filled," she whispered back. Harry walked into the Great Hall, blushing and looking at his feet. He sat between Ginny and Lavender. "Watch yourself, Harry," Ginny said. "People… might try something. Many of them looked like they wanted to ravish you."

"Damn it."

"Sorry, mate," Ron clapped him on the back. Harry shrugged.

"Whatever, it's fine."

"You're fine," Ginny said in his ear. Harry blushed again. "I mean, thank Merlin for Oliver Wood. You've got the epitome of a Quidditch body." She bit his ear lightly and turned back to her food as though nothing happened.

"You bloody tease," he said in her ear. Ginny giggled. He sucked on the little spot behind her ear as she held back a moan.

"I hate you," she muttered.

"I love you, too, darling." Ginny rolled her eyes.

"What are they doing," Ron asked Hermione.

"Having a secret conversation, probably. Or maybe they're just flirting, I don't know."

"Wow, genius Hermione Granger doesn't know something. This will bring a shock to the whole world. I bet it'll be on the cover of the Prophet.

"Shut up, Ron," she shoved his shoulder and he grinned at her.

A Hufflepuff girl—Lauren, Harry thought—walked up to him after his first class.

"Hi, Harry," she said.

"Er, hi, Lauren—is it?" She looked surprised and pleased.

"Yeah, it is," she twirled part of her hair around her finger and rubbed his bicep. He really wanted to jerk away, but he also didn't want to be mean. What is she doing? "I was thinking… maybe tomorrow-" Oh. The hair-twirling, the rubbing his arm, the batting eyelashes.

"I have a girlfriend," he deadpanned. She looked slightly put off.

"Oh, that doesn't matter." Harry's eyebrows rose.

"I have a girlfriend," he said sternly. He felt a hand on his shoulder—Ginny's. "Hey, Gin," he smiled. She leaned up and kissed him deeply. She dropped back to her heels and glared at the blonde girl. Lauren looked offended.

"You can leave, now," Ginny gave a false sweet smile. When she walked away Ginny said, "Honestly, Harry, you're too nice for your own good." Harry rubbed the back of his neck. "And if anyone tries to give you anything—doesn't matter if it's a girl or a boy—they could be trying to slip you something like a potion.

That day, many people tried to flirt with him. Harry said the phrases, 'I have a girlfriend' or 'I'm dating Ginny Weasley' fifty times. Ginny saved him seven times, during each passing period. When he was with Ron and Hermione, they giggled quietly and then defended Harry.

"Honestly, who does she think she is- no, listen, Em! I was just having a perfectly normal conversation with him and then Ginny bloody Weasley just pops up and snogs him right in front of me! Why are they even together?! She's just using him!" Lauren ranted.

"Lauren, she's his girlfriend, what do you expect? Also, she snogged him because you were flirting with him! You were looking at him all lovey-dovey and Weasley knew, so obviously she was showing you that they're still together! Poor Harry's too clueless to realize what you were doing, and when he did he was too damn nice to stop you. And what do you mean 'why are they even together?'. They're perfect together! They're so dynamic and in love, you don't understand. The fact that you even tried to flirt with him is unbelievable."

Harry and Ginny were walking behind them and slightly to the left. As they passed, Lauren glared at them and Em blushed. Harry grinned at Em, and Ginny winked.

"Harry, would you like some gillywater," a Gryffindor, Romilda Vane, asked him.

"Er- no thanks, I'm good." She pouted and walked away.

.o.O.o.

I wonder where- And then, suddenly, he was falling. Pain burst through every part of his body as he hit step, after step, after step. He was swearing frantically. His leg, arm, and head felt as though they would explode or fall off. His hip-or his rib, something!-felt horrible. And so, Harry Potter, famous wizard, youngest Seeker of the century, The Boy Who Lived, The Chosen One, found himself dragging his way to the Hospital Wing. Someone saw him; Blaise Zabini. The Slytherin probably wouldn't help him.

"Holy shit, Potter. Locomotor hominem!" Harry was lifted into the air. "What the hell happened?"

"I don't know. I think someone used a Tripping Jinx or something on me and I fell down a few staircases," he said weakly. "And anyway, why are you helping me? Aren't you friends with Malfoy?"

"Yes, but I hate him. I'm on your side, Potter. I don't believe in that Dark Lord shit. Sure, I don't really like Muggle-borns or blood traitors. But someone's been talking to me and explaining that their oppression is idiotic and unnecessary," he explained.

"Wow. Who?"

"Astoria Greengrass," he said promptly.

"Remind me to thank her. Also, are there any other non-prejudice Slytherins you know of?"

"Yeah, there are quite a few who are on your side."

"Tell them to meet me by the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy. Y'know, some bloke's trying to teach trolls to dance."

"Oh, that one."

"Yeah, tell them to meet me there at seven on Friday."

"All right. When I drop you off, I'll get your girlfriend."

"Great. Make sure you get Ron and Hermione, too."

"I will." They walked—well, Harry floating—in oddly comfortable silence. "Wait."

"What?"

"First of all, how the hell are you not sleeping or passed out. Second, how did you keep up an entire conversation?" Harry was going to shrug, but remembered that would probably hurt.

"Dunno," he said. "Why would I be passed out?"

"You look like shit, Potter."

"Thanks, Zabini," Harry said sarcastically.

"You're welcome. Your leg is broken, so's your arm. You've most likely got bruises all over. And I'm pretty sure your head is bleeding."

"Shit."

"Shit, indeed." Fortunately, it was lunch, therefore everybody was in the Great Hall.

"Why aren't you at lunch," Harry asked.

"I had to use the loo. Why aren't you?"

"I was talking to MacDonald about an assignment."

"Ah. She's actually an okay teacher, don't you think?"

"Yeah, she's great."

"Y'know, Potter, we might be friends after this," Zabini said, looking at him as though he were an interesting object.

"Then, call me 'Harry'."

"Oh my God, Harry," Hermione said when she entered the Infirmary. Ginny ran over to his bed and kissed him on the cheek.

"How the hell," Ron asked. Ginny didn't say anything, she just held his hand and traced circles on the back of it with her thumb.

"I was talking to Mary about an assignment. And I was walking to lunch. Then I just fell."

"'Just fell'? How do you 'just fall', Harry?"

"I dunno. I think someone used a Tripping Jinx, or something."

"How did you get here," Ginny asked.

"Yeah, Blaise Zabini just trotted up to us in the Hall and said 'Harry's hurt'. So we immediately ran here, that's why we're slightly out of breath. And since when are you and Zabini on first-name terms?"

"I was dragging myself along the floor-"

"How," Hermione asked.

"I was using my good arm and leg to drag and push off the floor. And then Blaise found me. I honestly thought he wasn't gonna help me, but he did. We became 'friends' because he used Locomotor on me and floated me all the way here."

"Wow."

"Yeah, and he's not that prejudice anymore, Astoria Greengrass has been talking to him. And I invited him and any other Slytherins he trusts to the thing in the Room of Requirement on Friday."

"Cool, so we'll have people from every house there?"

"Yep, about right." Ginny brushed hair out of his face. "Why do these things always happen to you?"

"Who the hell knows," Harry sighed.

"Who do you think tripped you?"

"It wasn't Malfoy," Ron said, "he was in the Hall."

Baise came to visit him the next day, along with a group of Slytherins.

"Hi, Blaise."

"Is the thing still on for Friday?"

"Yeah, are these the people you're bringing?" They all nodded.

"Potter or Harry," one of them asked.

"Harry's fine."

"So what are we doing there," another said.

"You'll see," Harry winked. "We need discretion because of the spy, so we'll explain on Friday."

"We'll be there," Blaise said.

.o.O.o.

"How are you still in the Hospital Wing? Pomfrey would have usually let you out yesterday!"

"Er… my injuries have been healed… improperly in, erm- the past."

"Why are you running away, Potter? Are you scared," Dudley taunted. He and his gang were chasing Harry. Luckily, he has had much practice. He was practically a master in the art of Out-running Dudley. Harry tripped over a fallen tree branch due to the storm last night. He tumbled for a few seconds before dragging himself to his feet. His leg was in agony. Possibly broken. "Oh, are you hurt, baby?" Dudley jeered.

When he told Auntie and Uncle, they didn't seem to care. They just told him to go to his room. He sat in his room, crying until he couldn't anymore. He tried to sleep but pain in his leg was too agonizing.

Of course, the next day, Aunt Petunia still made him do chores. Albeit, she gave him less than she usually did. Maybe she actually cared. But, he was sent to his cupboard without food because he completed his chores too slowly.

"Harry!"

"What? What is it?"

"You like, spaced out or something," Ginny said.

"Oh-" Shit. "Sorry."

"Don't say 'sorry', Harry. What is it," Hermione said softly, grabbing his hand.

"It was just a flashback to when I was younger…."

"To when you broke something and it was healed improperly," Ron said. Harry just nodded.

"Sorry, children. You'll need to leave, visiting hours are officially over and Mr. Potter needs his daily potions," Madam Pomfrey said. They stood slowly. Harry and Ron did their handshake they made up in first year, Hermione kissed him on the cheek as gave her a one-armed hug, and Ginny curled her fingers around his chin as they kissed.

They reminded Poppy so much of James and Lily. James was always injured because of a prank or Quidditch and Lily was always there by his side. In their case however, Harry was always injured because he was saving the world or by accident, and Ginny was still by his side. Not to mention that Harry was the spitting image of James and Ginny's hair was red like Lily's.

"I'll bring you clothes in the morning?"

"Yeah. Thanks, babe." Harry kissed her on the cheek and they left.

"Bloody finally," Harry sighed when Ginny walked in with his clothes.

"You've been in here for two and a half days, Harry, calm down."

"But it's so boring… and white… and pristine," he complained dramatically. She patted his cheek.

"Is poor Baby Harry okay," she cooed. Harry scoffed and rolled his eyes. Ginny closed the curtains before he took off the hospital gown. Ginny eyes raked over his body and Harry smirked.

"Y'know, I would say something clic-" She interrupted him by tugging his neck down and colliding their lips. It was sloppy and passionate and mostly tongue. They pulled away, breathless and grinning at each other. He slipped on his shirt, and while she buttoned it, Harry pulled on his trousers. He put on his vest and Ginny tied his tie. She tied his shoes and he put on his robes.

"We should've done the opposite of this," Ginny said seriously. But they burst into giggles as they walked out of the door. People looked at them as they walked through the halls like love-struck idiots.

.o.O.o.

A/N: I know, Sirius is back! He's going to play a vital roll in this story. You might be able to tell, you might. So once again, the question of Wolfstar or Remadora? Also, when do want Ron and Hermione to get together, also how?

Back to Sirius: In the movie, the Order and Death Eaters Apparated i in with weird, flowy black and white columns. However, I don't remember in the book if they ran in or Apparated in. If they ran, Sirius was able to Apparate bc they do experiments in the Department of Mysteries and if they need to get away quickly, they can. Nobody knows this because you can't talk about it.