A/N: For those who reviewed =]
Sora Black1245: Personally, I think they should beware my imagination more than anything else... I might put people in some pretty wacky situations... But yes, the school should prepare themselves for the gruesome... sixsome?
Makayla's auntie: Oh, I positively ADORE Drarry! As far as I am concerned, Draco is always top and Harry is always bottom... But I have been known to deal with them in *ahem* different positions... Sirius and Remus shall appear... Soon. You'll find out how soon... Soon. Yes, the school they are talking about is Hogwarts and it gets mentioned in this chapter (I think... I write when the idea pops into my head). Yes, Harry will go... But you won't know when until... I reveal it... Obviously... And this is when my friend says: "No shit, Sherlock." Or my other friend would say: "HELLO Captain Obvious." Yeah, I state the obvious – A LOT!
amnethyst-emerald: I only wanted Harry to be mentioned briefly in the beginning of the last chapter BUT he appears a lot more in this one... And thanks (for the love of the story that is...).
violetkitty02: Eventually he does... Just not straight away... It's because... Well, you'll find out =].
SwarmOfFanGirls: Haha, yeah, I just couldn't resist... Something about putting all of the Slytherins in with the Gryffindors just makes me so happy *squees* I like opposites... And apparently have a thing for guys with black hair being with guys with blonde hair... Question about that? Heheh, yeah, I don't even know the answer... Maybe because the hair colour is polar opposites? (That sentence doesn't make a lot of sense...)
glitterball: Woot! Another bottom Harry fan!!! *glomps* Cookie?

DISCLAIMER: *Sighs* I do believe we have been over this. The REAL disclaimer is at the very beginning but I have no life and am trying to kill time and thus will state this: I do not own any recognizable characters or names or such and such for they are the creation of a certain J.K. Rowling and I don't feel the need to claim that I DO own any of these characters because a) I am not from England and therefore know nothing about their schooling system and b) there would be tons of elves and vampires and such and such in the story along with creatures from my own imagination which will hopefully be published for the world to view one day...

WARNINGS: Hmm... Do I need to repeat these? Or can we pretend we all know?

I have come to a sudden realization... Well, not really. I've since FOREVER... Anyone read Eragon? Yeah, I love that series... And the next book better come out soon... Anyways, I am married to Christopher Paolini... He just doesn't know it! *nods head*

By the way, don't take that seriously, I just love his work. I'm not married to him, I just want to talk to him AT LEAST once and have him sign my books... *sighs* And pigs will fly when that happens...

Now! On to bigger (well, not really) and brighter (again, depends on how you look at it) things! Namely, the next chapter! =]

Cookie?

Chapter Four

He hated Mondays. To be more precise, he hated this Monday. He had made his decision the last time the Malfoy's had visited – the first and last time that Draco had visited. He was supposed to come today, though. With his mom. To help him pack. To go to...

Well, he had to talk to his godfathers sometime about his decision. (1) He still wasn't completely sure as to what he would do. Malfoy's? Find the Dursley's? Live with his godparents? Live with a foster family? The decisions were endless. And on this fine (Not really.) Monday morning, he had to make a choice. He hadn't even had a chance to talk to Ron! And Mione... Well, Mione would be far more likely to make his decision for him. He bit his lip. In fact, she'd be more likely to pick the family that would allow him to return to school. She was naive. She really was. His godparents were a slim to zip chance of being able to take care of because a) they were newlyweds, with two kids, one adopted. And b) he didn't feel like walking in on them... Well, he really didn't need to get into detail. In fact, he shuddered; even thinking about it brought unwanted images to his mind.

The Dursley's were out of the question. He knew they'd flown the coop... Quite literally. He'd seen the plane tickets two weeks in advance. Three tickets. He suspected one had been to ship him out permanently to the highest bidder and the second two were just in-casers. As in, just in case something happened involving Harry and they wanted a quick escape. He even knew the destination. Italy. His aunt had mentioned once that it was her favourite place. There was also the tiny fact that he'd seen the name of the place on the ticket before it had been jerked from his hands, leaving a little paper cut. His uncle had taken great enjoyment out of his punishment that day. He shivered, remembering the long, thin scar that stretched across his back. Ah, yes, the pain had been...indescribable. He rubbed his arms nervously, glancing at the hospital door. An alarm sounded in the distance, making him jump.

Get a grip, Potter, no need to be jumpy. He sighed and returned to his previous thoughts.

The Malfoy's were an iffy area. Harry knew for a fact his godfather had something against Lucius – something big. Something neither of them really wanted known. However, he also knew that his godfather positively adored his cousin, Narcissa. To an extent. Narcissa had secretly agreed with her sister, Andromeda, on the rich with the rich philosophy their relatives and parents held. When Andromeda married a poor man and Sirius had run away, she had been jealous. How did he know this? On the rare chances the boy had seen his godfathers; they had talked to him about the Malfoy's – and how they loathed all but one. He smiled fondly at the memory. He used to stick up for Draco... But he had been wrong.

He sighed. He really had no idea what he wanted to do.

He looked up when he heard the door creak open. Standing in the frame was a tall, handsome man with jet black hair and dark eyes. Harry gulped. The man looked familiar somehow, and yet he knew he had never seen the man in his life – or as far back as he could remember.

A sneer appeared on his pale features as he surveyed the boy before him. "Really, Potter, I would have thought you would have been able to take better," he paused, "care of yourself. Of course, it is only to be expected from one such as you." He suddenly appeared beside the green eyed boy, face clearly showing surprise – possibly even fear. "You know, you would have been better off dead, my dear boy. I was on my way to kill you, and you got your parents killed." The man stood up straight, "It's only to be expected from a freak such as you." The man had morphed into his uncle as he said this. Evil cackling made him snap awake in a cold sweat.

It was only a dream... It was only a dream... It was only a – Wait! When did I fall asleep?!

He looked at the clock, black hands pointing at two black numbers, a 5 and a 3. 5:15? I was asleep for two hours? But, wouldn't that mean the Malfoy's should have been here by now? It was then he noticed the platinum blonde hair on top of a perfectly pale face with grey eyes sitting in the chair beside his bed. He groaned and fell back onto the mattress.

He could practically hear the smirk as the boy sneered, "Really, Potter, I thought your people were supposed to be geniuses. Must have missed your generation."

He fought the urge to punch the prick in the face. To think he'd harboured a secret crush on the boy for eight years!

Ah, yes, he probably should have mentioned this. He sighed. Being gay was hard enough without having the guy you liked think you were lower than dirt. For all he knew, he was infatuated with a straight guy.

He rolled away from the picture perfect god beside him, mumbling something as he faced the window wall.

"What was that? I don't understand 'loser'."

Harry growled under his breath and clamped his mouth shut. He refused to say anything to that comment.

"So that's how you make a low-life stop talking? I'll use that for future reference on inbred queers like you."

Harry bit his lip. He really wasn't going to give a reaction to that.

"In fact, I'm pretty sure Weasel and Granny would like to know how they talk. Do you know Granny? I'm sure you do. She doesn't know when to keep her mouth shut either. And always around Weasel! Who would've thought that Weasel, of all people, could get a girl's attention?" He suddenly snorted. "She also thinks she's the most brilliant thing since Einstein!" He caught the fist without even looking up from the magazine he was holding. "Really, Scarface, one would've thought you'd know how to fight better. Oh, sorry, I forgot." He smirked.

The next fist, however, he hadn't expected because it came from behind. The next minute he found himself looking up into the furious brown eyes of the Granny he was talking about. Her bushy brown hair appeared to be frizzing even more in all her anger – she really needed some beauty products to fix that. And oh! Would you look at that! The Weasel! He never would've guessed.

"Is that the best you've got, Mudblood (3)?" The next punch he saw before it even started. Really, that Weasel was so predictable.

"ENOUGH!!!" All four teenagers turned to see a very angry nurse standing in the door. (2) "Get out of this room this instant!" The teens rushed out of the room. She stuck her arm out as Harry reached the door last: "Except for you, Mr Potter. You need more rest before I let you leave this room."

"But, Ms Pomfrey, you said..."

"After that little display, I daresay you deserve to stay in this room until I feel you are truly well enough to go." Her stern face softened at the look of frustration on the boy's face. "And don't worry. Your godparents are on their way over. And," she whispered, "I got them special passes so they can stay the night."

The small boy's face lit up like a Christmas tree. "Thanks!"

"Now get to bed young man!"

"Draco," his mother hissed menacingly. "What did you do this time?!"

The boy glared stubbornly at his mother. "It's not always my fault, you know, mother. In fact, they were the ones trying to hit me! And in case you didn't notice, they got a hit!"

"Oh, well, in that case," she said sweetly. "WHY WERE YOU FIGHTING BACK?!"

"Really, Cissy, it's been a while since you were this angry. If you're not careful, you might get a heart attack from all the strain!"

She growled. That voice she would know anywhere, anytime. And it had been a while since the man had dared show his face around her again. "Sirius," she said, a warning tone in her voice, "I give you ten minutes to run before I rip you to pieces!!!!"

She heard the running footsteps at the same time she heard the gentle, wheezing laugh. She spun around to see who dared to take up the challenge of dealing with her wrath. "Remus?!" She gasped.

"Hello, Cissa," the amber eyed man whispered gently. He had never been much of one to be loud. Not even when they had all been kids.

"Remus!" She ran up to the man, yanking him into a huge hug. He had disappeared around the same time her cousin – the grimy rascal he was – had run away. She had missed talking to the young man about the pressure her mother insisted on forcing upon her. She pulled back, a smile planted permanently on her face. "Long time no see! What are you doing here?"

"Harry." He said simply. A howl of what could have been anything from rage to laughter echoed through the halls. "And if you'll excuse me, I do believe that's my cue to enter the scene. He smiled. "Later, Cissa."

Draco rolled his eyes. He hated these people. They were going to take his mother away from him. He didn't want that at all. "Excuse me, mother, I'm going to go get something to drink."

"Oh, no you don't young man! We are talking right here, right now!" And there she was again – the mother he knew and loved.

He sighed. He really hated Mondays.

Harry picked at the bedding. And picked. And picked. And picked. (4) And – He looked up as he heard the hospital door open. Light brown hair peeked in through the crack the door had formed and the skinny frame of none other than one Remus Lupin squeezed in.

Harry clamped a hand against his mouth, well aware that Remus probably thought he was sleeping and was trying to respect that. Seriously, though, what teenager in their right mind would sleep at this hour? Oh. Right. He wasn't supposed to be in his right mind.

Still, it was quite amusing to see his somewhat clumsy godfather and ex-teacher try not to trip over his small bag of stuff. There was more commotion in his hospital room than the place had seen in months. Scratch that. It was probably decades – maybe even since the hospital had been built!

He finally lost it when his uncle crashed into the spare bed and ripped down the other curtain.

Remus jumped up, grinning sheepishly, stepping back right in front of the door.

"Seriously, Remy, that Cissy has one hell of a right hand! It's only to be expected since-" The door opened revealing one Sirius Black knocking over Remus with the door.

"Ouch!"

"Shit! Remy! Sorry, sorry, sorry!"

"Learn to knock! Idiot…"

By this point, Harry was sure that he should have died from the amount of laughter his body was producing. The sheer lack of oxygen should have resulted in that. "Can't… breathe… Siri…us…Re…mus…Can't…hahahahahaha," his failed attempts at talking dissolved into laughter once more.

Sirius looked at Remus. Remus looked at Sirius. The two smirked. And…

A tickle fest ensued.

The once calm and composed trio was a wide pile of giggling limbs when Pomfrey returned. Rolling her eyes, she muttered, "Honestly, can this boy not get a serious bunch of visitors after finally waking up? No. That would be too much to ask for!"

Sirius smirked. "Really, Poppy, one would think you didn't appreciate us actually being around."

"What I would appreciate is for you lot to quiet down. The hospital was supposed to be asleep three hours ago and you're keeping all the patients awake!"

"Seriously, Ms. Pomfrey," Harry scoffed, "this'll be the most fun anyone has had in weeks! Maybe months! Or years! Heavens, maybe even their whole life!"

"Harry," Remus whispered dramatically, shaking his head, "I highly doubt St Mungo's would keep people here their whole lives! Bad publicity and all, my dear boy."

"Oh! I think you're referring to that agency company… What was it called again? The Ministry of Magic?"

"Or The Prophet?"

"The Prophet is a newspaper, Sirius, darling."

"Oh! Right."

Pomfrey shook her head. "Harry, dear, have you made up your mind yet?"

The green eyed boy suddenly looked uncomfortable. "Actually, I haven't even talked to Remus and Sirius about it yet…"

Sirius calmed down and cocked his head towards his godson, who happened to be sitting right behind him, forcing him to bend backwards. Even then, he saw Harry upside down. Sighing in defeat, he sat up and spun around. "Tell us what, Harry?"

The boy went back to his bed and sat down, picking at the stitching. "Uhm, well, you see the Dursley's kind of skipped town after… The incident… And I've gotten a few offers as to where I can go and live."

Remus glanced over at his husband. The man's face completely closed off. He turned back to his godson, "Look, Harry, you know you're always welcome to come live with us."

"Remus, you have two kids, and I don't think Teddy would appreciate being forced to share a room with his younger sister. I don't want to force you guys to have to rearrange everything just so I can have a for sure safe place to live."

"Harry..."

"No, Sirius. The offers are from the police to find the Dursley's so I can live with them again… Or…"

"Or what? It can't be anything as bad as living with the Malfoy's, now can it?" Dead silence followed the innocent and playful statement. "Harry, please tell me that's not who it is…"

Harry looked up at his godfather, a pained expression on his face. "Sirius, what can I do? I can't live with the Dursley's. Mrs Malfoy made a reasonable offer and even accepted my requests!"

"Harry, you can't! They'll eat you alive!"

"Sirius, please," a few tears leaked over his brick wall defences.

"No, Harry. I can't!" And the man stormed from the room.

A sob erupted from the normally strong boy as he buried his head in his knees.

"Harry? Listen to me. I'll bring Sirius around." Remus knelt beside the bed, a worried look on his face. "Just, promise me that you'll not let anything happen to you while you're there. We wouldn't be able to handle it."

Harry looked up at his godfather, a weak smile on his face. He brought the heels of his hands to his eyes and rubbed away the tears. "I haven't even given her an answer yet. I was hoping Sirius would agree. And…"

"Harry, I want you to do what's best for you. He'll come around. Don't worry." Remus smiled at the boy.

"Er," Poppy said from the back of the room. "He can stay with me until Sirius makes up his mind on whether or not he'll agree. Of course, it would only be able to be temporary..." She was cut off by two men giving her fierce hugs.

"Thanks."

"Thanks"

A/N:
(1) Heheh... You really thought I was going to give it away that early, didn't you? Nope, I planned to prolong your misery... Was it good enough? Like, seriously? Haha... Sorry, I couldn't resist! =]
(2) Is that not a strange saying? You can't stand in the door but meh, it works. People have no common sense anyway... And "falling head over heels" does not work either... No matter what your mother says... (yeah, mine claims it does, but really when you fall head over heels, your head is already over your heels and your heels go over your head when you fall, therefore making this statement inaccurate.)
(3) I used "Mudblood" as a term to refer her being "rich" but not really… Her parents won a lottery… In my defence, it was the only thing I could think of that I hadn't already used!
(4) Kids love it when you go on like that in a story. I learned that when I babysat last weekend… It was funny, really. I was doing it to make them fall asleep… It had the opposite affect. They stayed awake laughing! Sheesh! I'm not even that funny! As a side note, if kids ever ask you to tell them a story about Winnie the Poo… Add his evil twin Winnie the Who in… I don't even know why they would want him to have an evil twin…

Hmm… My mom told me something interesting… Apparently "meh" is now considered an actual word in the Canadian dictionary as of… January? This year? Yeah… Sometimes I wonder… Does anyone know if this is even true?

Yeah… I'm sniggering right now… Why? Because I re-read the chapter… And Harry was worried about being in love with a straight guy! Oh brother! Really… My mind sucks… *sighs* But I love it anyway… In all its pervyness… Yeah, I'm a bit of a perv… As in I can take ANYTHING you say and make it into something that had nothing to do with what you said at all… Scary, huh? Yeah, my friends think so too… In the good words of Kit-Kat (she hates it when I call her that): "Becca, if you have nothing to say, then don't say anything at all!" Did I mention she's like a friggen genius? Because she is. A genius that another friend and I taught sarcasm to… *wipes an invisible tear from eye, looking proud* We worked so hard to corrupt her! =]

Ooo! It's EIGHT PAGES!!!! Been awhile since I was able to write so many pages… I am proud! =] Oh! And did anyone notice that before I posted this, the story was 8080 words long? Yeah, didn't think so… Oh well! =]

If you can double the amount of reviews, I might write two chapters for you! ;-] For the record, the amount of reviews is 14. You only have to get to 28!

By the way, the reviews help me answer questions. They also give me plenty of time to catch up on things… Like my online World History course that I'm behind in… Yeah… 4 Activities to hand in by Sunday… Yay. Wish me luck?

Okay, I know that all the little "reference" numbers are completely pointless, but seriously, they gave me some fun… No, LOTS of fun… I'm sick, aiight?