Harry awoke with a jolt, his eyes flashing open and his hands hauling him into a sitting position. Sirius, who had been curled up as a dog on the floor next to the bed, was immediately on his feet, transformed back into a human. Harry looked around in shock, the events of the previous night flooding back to him in unbelievable waves. He saw Ron fighting against the brains, being wrapped up tighter and tighter. He saw Hermione collapse and Neville dropping the prophecy. The contents of which he still had no idea of, he realised, grabbing at the sheets. Then the image of Sirius, a laugh still etched on his face, being hit by Bellatrix Lestrange's curse, falling backwards into the veil. Then he remembered the comforting weight of Sirius' hand on his shoulder, when he turned and found that his godfather was still alive. The woman had saved him.

That woman. Jessica, they had called her. Sirius had said.. no.. it couldn't be. Harry thought that he had heard Sirius say that James had been her brother. That Harry was her nephew. But, that couldn't be. Someone would have told him. Sirius, or Lupin, or Dumbledore. But, Dumbledore hadn't told him about the prophecy, or the Order of the Phoenix. He hadn't saved Harry from the Dursley's; he'd abandoned him there. That woman, if she was his aunt, she had left him too. She had left him with the Dursley's, to be locked in a cupboard and practically starved. His grip tightened on the sheets. Everyone knew about her, except him. Even Dobby, who had tried to save him in his second year, and who had got him through the lake task in his fourth. He had called her 'Mistress.' How did they know each other? Why did everyone know about it, except him?

When had he fallen asleep? He suddenly thought back, very aware that he did not remember the end of the conversation last night. He looked around the hospital wing; it was practically empty, apart from Madame Pomfrey in her office. Everyone must have already gone down to breakfast, he realised. But, Ron and Hermione had been in a much worse way than he had. How long had he been sleeping. He looked to Sirius, who had been watching Harry think with wide eyes and a worried expression. Harry swung his legs over the side of the bed, trying to stand, but his legs were wobbly and he sank down into a sitting position. How long had he been asleep? The last thing he really remembered from the conversation was Dobby's appearance, and sipping the tea while listening to the woman begin to explain. Had he interrupted her at one point? He had a vague recollection of correcting her.

'Harry? Harry, what's wrong?' Sirius' worry was evident in his voice, and he grabbed at his arm when Harry tried to stand again.

'Where is she?! That woman, Jessica, where is she?!' Harry demanded, his head whipping from side to side, checking to see if she was hidden in the hospital wing. She had appeared out of nowhere last night in Dumbledore's office.

'I…' Sirius hesitated, but continued when Harry looked at him, wide eyed and expectant, 'I don't know… I haven't left you since I brought you here.' Harry tried to lift himself off the bed once more, but Sirius stopped him. 'Harry, she might have even gone already. She never said whether she was sticking around. Just take it easy. I'll get Madame Pomfrey…' Sirius didn't need to though, as Madame Pomfrey was already walking across the hospital wing from her office, her mouth in a tight line, carrying a steaming potion.

'Mr. Potter, you are awake. You have been asleep for much longer than I expected, nearly fifteen hours. Mr. Black , you will have to move out of my way, I need to see to my patient.' Madame Pomfrey elbowed Sirius out of the way and tried to take Harry's temperature. However, Harry jerked his head out of the way, and made to get out of bed again.

'I want to go, I have things to do,' Harry said, reaching for a dressing gown folded on the table next to him. Madame Pomfrey reached across the bed and, with more force than Harry expected, pulled him back on to the bed. She poured a cup full of the potion and briskly handed it to him. Harry downed it, and grimaced at the taste of dirt and milk.

'You can go presently, Mr. Potter. You had a long night, Professor Dumbledore explained to me what has happened. He will want to speak to you…'

'I want to speak to him and I want to go now.' And, with that, Harry launched himself out of bed, grabbed the fresh robes that were always left nearby, and marched out of the hospital wing. Sirius followed, obviously concerned, in his animal form. Madame Pomfrey watched the two leave, muttering about how unhygienic the dog was, directing her wand to strip the bed.

Once Harry had changed in a nearby bathroom, he and Sirius began to walk towards the Headmasters office, ignoring whispers from first years and congratulations from fifth years. As they turned a corner, Harry almost walked head first into Colin Creevey, who was carrying a basket of fruit and a 'GET WELL SOON!' card.

'Harry! I was just coming to visit you!' Colin lifted the basket into Harry's gaze, and carried on; 'Ron and Hermione were just finishing lunch and then they were coming too! Hey, nice dog! Is he friendly? Hey, Harry! Where are you going?' Harry just kept walking past Colin, who looked on confused, especially when the dog with Harry seemed to shake his head disapprovingly.

He kept walking determinedly towards Dumbledore's office, not bothering to glance at Sirius to see if he was keeping pace. As he got to the gargoyle, he realised that he didn't have the password. He started shouting random sweets at it, hoping it would move.

'Honeydukes! Sugar Quills! Chocolate Frog! Bertie Botts Every Flavoured Beans! I don't know! Butterbeer Cough Drops?!' This encouraged very alarmed glances from passing students and portraits. Sirius looked up at him, desperately hoping he would calm down before talking to Dumbledore and Jessica. The latter knew very well how to shout.

'Mr. Potter, what do you think you are doing?' Came Professor McGonagall's strict voice from behind him.