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Chapter 3

Everyone was beginning to get very worried about Harry. Even Ron Weasley had noticed that there was something wrong with him and if Ron could see it, the problem was glaringly obvious. At the start of his stay at Grimauld Sirius had passed off his behaviour as typical teenage stroppiness. Now, he didn't know something about it rubbed him the wrong way. Those close to Harry knew that he could brood but this was a whole knew level that frankly had begun to scare them. The only times in which he was seen were late on a night when he came down to stock up on food. Molly had taken to leaving him his dinner on the side with a heating charm on it.

The happy, somewhat shy boy that they all knew had retreated into the shell he now lived in was a mockery of what he had once been. Molly had been all for marching up the stairs and dragging him out of his bedroom, forcing him to face his life. It was needless to say that Sirius and Remus had been furiously against this plan of action. Both men had suffered considerably in their lives and knew that something like this was bound to happen eventually. Harry was very good at keeping his feelings inside, bottling them up until he couldn't hold it in anymore and it exploded out of him. Whatever this problem was, it was big, and he hadn't even talked to Ron and Hermione about it. Throughout the last year he had cut out his friends from his life one by one until there were only his two closest friends left. Currently he appeared to be cutting even them out, locking himself in his room and refusing to come out for anyone. It killed Sirius little by little to see the smile that Harry had been showing everyone. The smile that had never reached his eyes. Looking back Sirius couldn't even remember the last time that his godson had showed anyone any real emotion. He had taken to walking early to keep an eye on Harry, but whenever they passed in the corridors or staircases, Harry had seemed to be in another world and had walked right past him.

To say that he was worried was an understatement. This worry had deepened with the arrival of Harry's end of year report. It hadn't read well. All of his grades were slipping and the essays that he had given in had mostly been late, with pieces missing and the content had been all over the place i.e. hard to understand. That wasn't like Harry at all. Sure he wasn't as academically minded as Hermione. But he cared about his future and he knew that his schoolwork was important. Remus had started to think that maybe the Dursleys had been doing more than neglecting him this summer. Or that maybe Harry was better at hiding things than they had previously thought. The dog animagus growled low in his throat.

It had taken half an hour for Remus to convince his lover that he needed to confront Harry about his behaviour and his report scores. Sirius still thought that it was a bad idea. Still he hoped that Harry would still be awake and that he would at least give him a chance. Reaching the door to his godson's room he began to feel nervous, he carefully knocked on the door after sensing the impressive wards that had been created and placed on the door. After waiting for a couple of minutes he turned away from the door and set of back towards the kitchen.

Before he could reach the stairs Harry had ran out of his room calling his name, whilst running along the corridor. Turning to take a good look at his best friend's son he was shocked to see how terrible he looked. Skinny arms and legs could be seen despite his baggy pyjamas and dark circles lay under his eyes. It was obvious that he hadn't been sleeping properly or even not at all. The sheer look of bone tiredness that seeped from him was reminiscent of Remus after a full moon. What skin that Sirius could see that his skin was pale due to the low amount of sunlight that he was getting. The skinniness that was not only genetic (his father had always been skinny) but seemed to be aggravated by his stay at the Dursleys.

The meeting that had taken place between them all had given no-one any more information than they had already had before. It seemed that Harry was not able to talk to them for whatever reason he had. Leaving his mentors with even deeper worries than previously. Gently he placed his head on the table in defeat. He jumped slightly as he felt the hands of his lover rubbing up and down his back, trying to bring some kind of comfort to him. Turning around in his seat, he held out his arms for a hug. Understanding his need for closeness and comfort Remus took him into his arms and held on tightly. The long friendship that they had shared as well as their relationship gave them a good insight into each others lives and thoughts. This had given him the important knowledge that Sirius had never liked being out of control and he hated not having the full picture. Earlier events had showed that Harry wasn't going to give it to them. Not yet anyway.

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