Disclaimer: I do not own anything...

Warning: Slash, angst, mention of rape, depression

WAAAAA! Sorry about taking so long to update, everyone's been so busy, and my beta reader had his exams..., oh you get the jist of it. Major glomping thanks goes to 'ilovenaruto2007' for putting up with me though he is so busy!

Chapter 10: A possible way

The Dungeons were dark and cold, not even the torches that lit the small corridors helped its ominous mood. Draco followed Snape to his office; his Godfather had said he wanted to talk to him urgently while all Draco wanted to do was sort some things out with a certain dark haired teen. Snape sat down on his over stuffed chair and took out a glass flask that had wine in it. He poured himself a glass and handed another one to Draco; they both stayed in comfortable silence for a while till the potions master spoke up.

"Mind telling me what just happened today?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about Severus."

"Don't act innocent with me young dragon, I know you better than most."

"I still don't know what you're talking about Severus...," Snape watched him with a calculative eye.

"I mean your behaviour towards Potter."

"Oh that; I'm trying to be civil Severus, after all I do need his approval to be accepted by the rest of his followers, and my survival is at stake here, remember that."

Severus nodded understanding...slightly. He took a sip of his wine and set the glass down enjoying the softness of the couch.

"Severus I wanted to ask if I'll be getting a new room soon."

"Ah yes, I wanted to tell you about that, your thing have been moved to a room on the second floor I will show it you later, now sit down and enjoy the silence...spending the whole day with those Gryffindors has given me muscle cramps."

Draco sighed and gave a small smile; he sat down on the couch opposite.

Harry walked through the portrait hole, his friends were sitting near the fire place waiting for him, but he passed them by and went up to his dorm room. Ron huffed in anger and glared at the stairs that Harry took. He turned to Hermione who shrugged her shoulders and sat down.

"I just don't know what to think of him sometimes ya' know? I mean sometimes he acts like the whole world is out to get him or something..."

"Ron, that's exactly what is happening to him or haven't you noticed that by now?"

Ron grumbled and sat down as well.

"You know what I mean Hermione, his depression isn't helping anyone."

"That's just how he deals with stress Ron, now how about a game of chess," 'at least that will keep his mouth shut...'

Ron agreed readily bringing out the game pieces and setting them up.

Harry slumped onto his bed he closed his eyes; his mind was whirling in confusion, anger, depression. The words that Remus said went through his mind over and over again. Why did everything seem to get worse around him?

'Old Souls are the connection between the real world and the spirit world...'

His eyes sprang open; he hit his head with his hand and flung the bed curtains open. Why had he been so stupid? The answer was right in front of him, or rather it was him. He ran through the Gryffindor common room startling his two friends as he almost ripped the portrait door open. He ran down the enchanted corridors to Remus' office.

Meanwhile, Remus was sitting down on a chair letting his head rest against the worn Ash desk. He smelt the wood and with his heightened sense he could pick out each scent ranging from the musty wood to something that he had missed for such a long time. The desk had originally belonged to Sirius, and was given to him. Sirius' scent was strong on it, like it was only yesterday that the mischievous man had touched it.

Remus found his hands moving unconditionally, parting his robes slightly; they glided like feathers over his crotch up to the buckles slowly undoing them. Remus did not want to do this he truly didn't, but the smell gave him a euphoric feel, like some sort of drug, ecstasy. His fingers slide in grazing the thin fabric that separated his hand from his heated member. He moaned slightly at the contact and pressed the palm of his hand against his crotch moving it up and down gently massaging the area. He lest the feeling over take him.

"REMUS!!!"

The burst open revealing a ragged teen, Remus 'eeped' and blushed; he quickly closed his pants and pulling the robes tight around him. Harry noticed how flushed the werewolf's face was; he got slightly worried and hoped that the older man wasn't ill or something.

"Harry, what are you doing here?!"

"I think I got a way to get Sirius back!"

"What?" Remus stood up but remembered about his 'problem' and pulled his clothes tight around him. "What did you say?"

Harry tried to catch his breath and looked at Remus with his green eyes shining brightly.

"I found a way to get Sirius back."

'cough' yea I'm trying to bring some happiness into this fic, and what better way then to bring a dead character back to life! I'm sorry if this seems like were digressing from Harry's and Draco's relationship I swear after he is back there will be some!