He carelessly brushed his dark hair away from his eyes, staring up as he lay down on the four-poster bed, deeply immersed in his confusing thoughts. The sun had almost set and he could faintly hear Hedwig calling him to let her free from her cage, yet he took no notice. He could hear the excitable chatter coming from outside the room, yet he took no notice. He could hear the sharp rapping on the door and yet Harry took no notice.

He sighed and closed his eyes, breathing steadily as he thought of those few moments he had with Kai. The cold, hard expression. Those dark, empty eyes... As well as the smooth, delicate features, there was the low, chilling tone of his voice.

Harry suddenly came to realize exactly where his thoughts were going and instantly sat up, his breathing now uneven and his mind going crazy. He shook his head vigorously and stood up from his bed, picking up the pair of glasses that had been at his side and putting them on. Sliding into the pair of shoes beside the bed, he staggered out the room, having still not recovered from his sudden daze. Rubbing his eyes beneath his glasses gently, Harry lifted his head up, straightened his clothes, composing himself before walking along the hallway and down the wooden, creaky stairs. The faint buzzing voices he could hear earlier became more defined and louder as he continued to walk, only to see The Leaky Cauldron bustling with an abnormally large number of witches and wizards.

As he stopped on the staircase, surprisingly unnoticed by the public, Harry cranked his neck to see what it was the gathering was so interested in. He saw that some of those who appeared to be minding their own business were sneaking looks in a particular direction. In that particular direction, Harry saw a very familiar figure. A figure that made his heart start to pound rapidly, his mind spin, his throat go dry and his body tremble slightly. He tried to swallow and managed to do so, irritated at his own reaction.

"Why am I reacting in such a... Crazy way?"

This was just one of the thoughts flying through Harry's mind and certainly one of the far more appropriate ones.

"Sirius Black's? As in the Sirius Black?"

"He could be dangerous-"

"He looks dangerous-"

"Stay away from that boy, Tara. I don't want you anywhere near him in Hogwarts!"

Some of the comments Harry could make out angered him. He felt his temper rising but quickly came to his senses when he realized just why he was getting so worked up.

What the hell is wrong with me?

Sighing, tired and looking at the floor, Harry slowly walked down the remainder of the stairs. When he looked up, his eyes instantly shifted towards the beautiful blue-haired boy once more.

"He's so... Beautiful... Wait. What? What am I saying? I mean, c'mon. He's good-looking and all... And has some niiiice arms... And... Shut the fuck up, Harry."

Harry mentally slapped himself when he realized exactly what it was he was thinking about. Luckily, his friends approached him from behind, distracting him with conversation from that.

"Yoooo, Harry... You there?" Ron said, his face now inches away from Harry's, making his friend jump.

"Woah, yeah, yeah... 'Sup?" Harry replied, attempting to recompose himself.

Hermione raised an eyebrow, "You seemed like you were in a completely different world there, Harry. Like you'd completely zoned out-"

"Funny to look at though, haha," The immature redhead laughed until Hermione glared at him.

Harry shifted slightly and felt himself blush as well as his palms get slightly sweaty and his heartbeat speed up, hoping they didn't notice, "Did I? Oh, erm, well... It was nothing really... I was just thinking about... Stuff. Yeah. Yeh know, just stuff..." He stuttered a little, eyes darting all over the room, avoiding eye contact with his friends as well as avoiding Kai.

Hermione looked at him concerned, "Are you sure you don't want to talk about it? If it's something serious, we-"

"Oh, give it a rest, Hermione!" Ron cut in but then shut up when she glared at him.

"No, it's nothing. Really," Harry stated, "Sooo! Moving on... Any plans for today before we get the train?"

"Well, haven't you heard?" Hermione asked.

"Heard what?"

"The train's been delayed til tomorrow morning-"

"4 FREAKING AM!" Rom shouted in frustration.

"Oh be quiet, Ron," Hermione sighed, opening out a copy of The Daily Prophet, "One of the wizards back there," she motioned to the window a little way behind them, "was reading it. I saw the front page and, erm, borrowed it but that's not the point. Just look."

Harry took the newspaper from her and had a look at it. There was a picture of the scarlet steam train he knew all too well but it was clear something was wrong considering it had been thrown off the track.

"...And no one knows how it happened..." Harry muttered, "Weird..."

"The only explanation is that someone did it somehow but even then, no one knows anything and this is the FIRST TIME IT'S HAPPENED IN OVER 50 YEARSS!," Rom exclaimed, "...Oh well. At least it's extra time away from Malfoy and his lot, yeah?" He suddenly added brightly.

"Defin-" Harry started.

He suddenly stopped mid-sentence at the sound of an old wizard's booming voice.

"AH! Whatever in Merlin's beard is this little contraption then, dear boy?" He questioned loudly, taking hold of Harry's blue-haired boy's headphones.

Kai's eyes shot at him and he glared, slowly moving his folded arms apart and taking hold of his headphones, "Hands. Off."

The wizard seemed taken aback with this response but returned the headphones nonetheless, "Teenagers these days. No respect at all. If he was mine, I'd whip out my wand without a moment to spare," He sighed before walking away.

Harry turned back to his two friends, "Yeah... We still have these guys to deal with, remember? Hands are full as it is..."

The other two nodded in agreement yet they still lacked the knowledge of what it was Harry was actually referring to.