CHAPTER ELEVEN: QUIDITTCH MATCH.

HARRY:

It was his third years. The first two had been hectic. He had confronted Voldemort twice already, save the philosopher stone and slayed a basilics. He was the bloody boy who lived and he hated that. Why couldn't they live him alone with that? He just wanted to live peacefully but everybody seemed to think otherwise. Well maybe not everybody. He was exaggerating a little.

Last year had been revealing. Celebrity was a poisonous gift he didn't want; it just gave him too much problem. Yes he was a parselmouth but he didn't make him evil, for goodness sake he was thirteen he wasn't a menace to anyone.

The end of the summer had been hard. The Dursleys were, well they were the Dursleys there wasn't much to tell about them. They were bloody bastard that was all they were. He had blown up his aunt Marge. He didn't regret it at all because she certainly deserved it. He hadn't told Hermione, she would have been disappointed and Ron wouldn't have shut up about it. But with it came a whole lot of problems. He had to run away to escape his uncle Vernon, the explications of what he did would certainly not have been sweet talking. He was better far away from him and this hell of a house he had to call home. It wasn't home. It would never be home to him. Hogwarts was home.

But the year had certainly started badly. He had run away and had the scared of his life in a desert street when he saw the black dog. The magicobus had been an adventure and he had met the minister of magic. No it wasn't weird at all. All of that to learn three days later that he had a murderer on his tail. Sirius Black was after him but he didn't know why. Yes he was the bloody boy who lived he knew. But there was something else. Since Halloween it had been nagging him in the back of his mind.

Since his discussion with professor Lupin.

Harry was far from stupid. He wouldn't have survived his second year if he had been stupid. He wasn't brilliant in class but he had a good sense of observation and he had seen a thing or two since the start of the year.

His discussion with Lupin had been enlightening. He had learned a lot of things. First there always had been someone out there who thought about him and worried about him. Lupin hadn't been there but he had tried. And it was what was essential. He had tried for twelve years. He hadn't given up and he was finally there and he wanted to know Harry he cared about him. For him he wasn't the boy who lived he was just Harry and it was something he had wanted since he had entered the magical world.

But Lupin had explained things to him about Dumbledore. He didn't tell him everything. Adults never told him everything. But Lupin hadn't known him for long it was kind of normal he didn't tell him everything but he had say a lot more than anybody before. But he had information his professor did not have. He would have to tell him at one point or another.

With the last two years and the little Lupin had told him, he had come to a conclusion.

He couldn't trust the headmaster anymore. Because Dumbledore knew.

Dumbledore always knew everything and that was the problem. He knew. He always knew. And he didn't do anything.

When it had started to become obvious that it was Dumbledore who didn't want Lupin near Harry things had started to fall into their right places. He had started to think. His head had felt lighter.

First, it was never an obligation that he goes to privet drive; he could have gone with Lupin. Hell he was sure his parents must have taken some precautions, it was war after all. And with the way her aunt was, he wasn't sure his mom would have approved of him being raised with her sister. Lupin description of her mom showed her like a bright women who had her head straight on her shoulder, who was caring. Lupin had told him she loved him more than anything. She had sacrificed herself so he could live. And he had ended up with the Dursleys. It wasn't like her, Remus had told him. He had said his mother wouldn't have approved.

Dumbledore had placed him there on a fucking doorstep with a letter. He was pretty sure it wasn't official procedure for an orphan. His parents must have had a will. He would have to ask Lupin about that. He had been left there for his protection. But the wards didn't protect him against his uncle. Hell, the Weasley's brothers had to save him last year so he could go back to school.

Apart from his living arrangement he had thought back a lot about his first year. It had started with the letters. The first one was clearly addressed to the cupboard under the stairs. So someone must have known. Then Hagrid had introduced him to the wizarding world. He had come on the headmaster's order. He had sent a semi giant to pick him up in the muggle word. He loved Hagrid, he was maybe the kindest person he knew but he wasn't made to introduce someone to magic. He had heard from Hermione that it was usually the head of the houses who did introduce muggleborn to the wizarding world. His friend did have a whole package of introduction he didn't have. They were still a lot of things he didn't know. Hell he was famous and he didn't even knew how his parents looked like before the end of his first year. He didn't even knew who Voldemort was until Hagrid told him.

He had been kept in the dark on purpose. He was easily fooled by appearance; magic was too new to him. He thought that maybe it was his ignorance that had kept him from realizing that the whole stone affair had been organized. It was a plan meticulously prepared from the start.

But it was a shitty plan.

One he could have died that night in the third corridor.

Two, Ron or Hermione could have died in that fucking corridor, the same night.

Three, any student could have been eaten by Fluffy at any time because it was just a fucking Alohomora that was guarding the door that was leading to the fucking three headed dog.

And apart from the dog it was really curious that three third years had passed the protections put by the professors of the school. He could clearly remember he didn't know shit about magic when he did go under the trap. Without Hermione he wouldn't have passed the devil's snare.

All this little plan so he could meet Voldemort. The stone and him in the same place at the same time, it was just a fucking bait for his nemesis. And a fucking test for him, see if he survived. He had and he remembered something he was pretty sure the headmaster didn't want him to remember. He remembered he had killed his teacher that night.

The second year had been worse. He knew the headmaster hadn't planned what happened the year before. It was Lucius Malfoy. But things could have gone better. It could have gone better if Dumbledore had done something about the situation. A second year had found what the monster hiding in the castle was. Basilics were part of the curriculum of DADA and magical creature, it didn't take a genius to find out what sort of snake could petrified someone, after all it was Salazar's monster, and the founder was a parselmouth. But all Dumbledore had done was sitting comfortably on his ass while his student were risking their life, not moving a little finger. What an asshole.

And now it was his third years and he wasn't naïve anymore. Now he understood he had to grow up if he wanted to survive, he never had a real childhood anyway. After a basilics and Voldemort a murderer on the loose hadn't seemed so scary until he entered the train. The dementors had terrified him. He had been glad professor Lupin was there. For once someone had been there.

Sirius Black had been a shadow in his mind until Halloween, the dementors were there but Hogwarts was safe. It was home.

Halloween had been long day. It had started with the impossibility to go to Hogsmead, he had been sad but it wasn't a surprise. But he had gained something much better that day. He had found someone who knew his parents. Yes he had learned about Dumbledore, but it wasn't what was the most important at the moment. Someone cared about him, and had stories to tell about him and his parents. Now there was someone to tell him that his parents loved him, that he had been wanted.

The feast had been fun, Lupin's cat LuLu was a funny cat, he had laughed a lot and it had been a good night until they go back to the Gryffindor's tower. Sirius Black had been in the castle and suddenly in was second year all over again it wasn't safe anymore. He clearly remembered his professor was furious and worried. It was rolling in waves around him, and strangely he hadn't been afraid to see this man furious. He had felt protected.

But there was something he didn't understand, Sirius Black had tried to enter the Gryffindor's dormitory, it was normal he it was his dormitory, but he didn't understood why he had tried when there wasn't anyone in. The whole school was in the great hall. You couldn't miss it when you entered the castle. He was pretty sure of it. So why Sirius Black had tried to enter the dormitory when there wasn't anyone in? He didn't have an answer to that question.

He had started to visit his professor often in the last two weeks, but he hadn't talk to him about Sirius Black, he was avoiding the subject. He was hiding something and he had this weird feeling that Ana knew.

Ana.

That girl was something special, he could tell.

Lupin seemed to like her, and she seemed to appreciate the professor quite well. She loved to annoy Lupin and she had corrupted him into pranking his professor. It had been fun. He had hanged out with the Weasley twin a little more and had discovered that maybe he had inherited his father's talent at pranking. He just had a knack for troubles. But Ana knew things about him and about Lupin. About him it was just little hint there and there, nothing much, but she seemed to like him. For Lupin it was obvious. The first week had been playful, there had been something about the detention, Lupin was mad at her when he had given her the week of detention, he just didn't really knew why. But things had been playful. But now they were at each other throat for something. There had been tension all week in Lupin's office. He had heard them yelling at each other before he entered the room once. She was supposed to be his professor's assistant but the relation they had certainly wasn't something he had seen between a teacher and a student. It was weird. . Ana wanted something Lupin didn't want to give her. So she knew something about Lupin, but what was it? He had no idea.

So he was going to play low profile, as always, and see if he could figure out what was happening. He didn't mind passing a lot of time with these two anyway, Ana was a bit like having a big sister would have been. It was a good feeling.

Until there was something new, he had quidditch to focus on. The match was for the day after and the weather promised to be shitty, so he had clearly other things to worry about.

REMUS:

She was impossible. Again. I didn't know what to do anymore. I didn't know what to think about Ana anymore. I had wanted to know what it was about her that was so special, but now I wasn't so sure anymore. I didn't know if I could trust her. She had revealed things that had made me doubt her. When she had left the Room of requirement, she had looked scary; her eyes were screaming murder and revenge. At that moment, I had been scared of her. And it had me wondering who the fuck she really was.

Oh, I did ask. She didn't want to answer. It wasn't like I expected an answer anyway, and I wasn't so sure I wanted to know.

She knew a lot about werewolf, she knew Fenrir Greyback quite well, and she knew Moony. And I didn't know how it was possible. I had looked into Filch office to see if I could find the marauder's map, I didn't found it, and so I had no way to find out what her real name was. I was in an impasse.

She wanted to heal Moony. I had nothing against that. It was just that she wanted to heal him directly; she wanted to be there for the next full moon. And there was no way I would let her do that.

Fuck she was crazy. I was on the verge of insanity.

Moony didn't talk to me; all he had said was that I should shut up and agree because we needed her. Oh and he was perfectly ok with murdering someone, but it was Moony anyway. For him she had every right to murder someone. There was time like that when I didn't understand my inner wolf. He was happy she knew; he was like fucking puppy when she was there but he was angry at me because I was angry at Ana. Apparently I didn't have the right to be angry myself. But I was.

We had been screaming at each other a few times during the week. Harry had noticed the tension, difficult to miss it anyway. He hadn't comment. He had tried to bring up Sirius Black in the conversation I had changed the subject every time he tried. Ana had been snickering at me; she wasn't helping me at all. I was sure he would insist again, he was like his mother on that one, when he wanted answer he wasn't letting go until he had them. He had noticed something was up anyway, he knew Ana and I were hiding something. Difficult to miss it anyway.

It was a shitty mess.

But I would think about it later. Today it was Saturday. No Ana to annoy me today. Today it was Harry's day. It was quidditch.

I was heading for the quidditch pitch in the rainy weather. A storm was coming. It really was shitty condition for a match. I didn't like it. I had a feeling something was going to happen. Moony was agitated, his instincts were kicking in, he was still weak but he wasn't deaf and blind. There was something around that wasn't normal.

Three hours later I was heading for the hospital wing. What a shitty day. God I hated dementors. The match had started quite well, the weather was shitty but it was still quidditch, Harry was after the snitch when the dementors came to the pitch. He had fall from his nimbus and was in the hospital wing. I had caught a glimpse of black fur when I was driving the dementors away. Sirius had been there all that time and I hadn't seen him, but I was pretty sure he had seen my patronus. But I didn't have the time to run after him, there was too much dementors and Harry was on the ground unconscious. Shit. I didn't know if this week could get any shittier than it already had been.

Where was Ana when I needed her?

ANA:

I was being moody and angry in my common room when I heard the students coming back from the quidditch match. Hufflepuff had won, I found it surprising until I learned that Harry had fall down from his broom when the dementors came. I swore under my breath. Fucking dementors. There was probably the whole quidditch team of Gryffindor in the hospital wing, so I couldn't go there directly. I muttered some obscenities under my breath.

I was in a shitty mood. I had been tanning Lupin all week about healing Moony on a full moon, but the man was so stubborn, he wasn't given up. He was constantly asking questions about my family. I understood. He wanted answer. But god I just wanted to help him, couldn't he give in just once? For goodness sake he was dying. It hurt me that he didn't trust me or his wolf.

I was still mumbling to myself when Luna entered the common room. Her usual pale cheeks were red and she was out of breath. I knew instantly she was looking for me. It was in her eyes. Loony Luna wasn't there at the moment.

"Luna," I called, "over there!"

She came to me hurrying up between the tables; I had forgotten how small she was.

"What is it?" I asked when she came within hearing distance.

"You won't find him today but there's something that can help you, west side of the pitch near the exit. I don't have the exact localization but there's something here."

I swore loudly again, she was cold, she was shivering. She was going to be sick if she stayed like that. God, blond girl don't have brain I swear.

"Go changed yourself into something dry Luna, you are going to be sick, and stay near the fire if you don't want to run a fever for the next forty eight hour, Harry is already in the hospital wing, I don't need you to join him."

"But what if…" she started.

"Shut the fuck up and do as I say, whatever it is I have to find, I will find it. Now go get something dry before I get mad."

"Yes mum," she said rolling her eyes at me. I smirked.

"Good girl." I replied.

I watch as she climbed the stairs leading to the girl's dormitory, and decided I liked Luna. Maybe if she quit acting loony I could corrupt her. Annoying Lupin was becoming my favorite pass time.

I took a look at the window as I passed the door to head out in the corridor. I had to hurry the fuck up if I wanted to find a trace of Sirius out there; the rain was washing all out. I didn't have the time to change. I headed out in my training outfit, meaning I didn't have anything else than a top on me. Just fucking great I thought. I hated rain with a passion. I was a cat and a cat it doesn't like water. If I wanted to go to the pitch at this hours after dementors invaded the school ground I would have to go in my animagus form. Just fucking great.

I got out in the rain and wind by passing through a window, I pray for it to stay open for me to come back. I changed as I passed the window. I was soaked in a minute, my fur was wet, and it was cold. I hated that. I was sure I looked particularly pitiful in the state I was. The wind wasn't much helping either.

What did I say earlier? That I liked Luna? She could go to hell; I hated being wet in my cat form.

I arrived to the pitch. The west side was the one near the forbidden forest. Now I just had to find something. I just didn't know what. I couldn't smell anything; the rain had washed all away. I started searching near the exit. It had the only advantage to be sheltered from the wind. And it was my luck, because stuck between the bench and a nail, there were some dog hairs. They were black and they smelled bad. There wasn't any black dog I knew of at Hogwarts apart from Sirius, and he probably hadn't showered in the last couple of month so it was his. I transformed and took it in my hand. I could work with that. But not today. Black could stay in the rain all he wanted, I was going to dry myself, eat something hot and plan before I ran after him. It was my chance, no need to screw it up. And looking in the dark night in the fucking rain for a black dog who didn't want to be found was just useless.

I summoned a little box to put the fur in it, and headed back to the castle in human form. I walked along the forbidden forest, forming a plan in my head. I will have to talk to Lupin about that; see how we could approach Sirius without him running away.

I walked in the corridors of the castle, frizzing my ass of, I needed to see Lupin, and then I was going to hide in my bed for the rest of the day. I opened his office door without knocking; I wasn't in the mood to play games.

"Ana…" he started.

"I am not in the mood for your shit, Lupin, so shut up and listen."

He scowled darkly.

I had a break down when I discovered he was Moony, I had cried on his shoulder, I had showed weakness. I never showed weakness, it was the first time I did in front of someone. Moony was a sensible subject for me and Lupin had to rub salt in the wound, as a result we had been at each other throat all week, we had argued, screamed and all that shit. I had said all I had to say, now I was done, I had enough, if he didn't want to trust me it was his loss. I didn't sit and faced him. I was in a shitty mood.

"Luna warned me I could find something at the west side of the pitch earlier."

"So you ran into the rain without thinking am I right?" he started.

"I ran into the rain to find what Sirius had left behind before it disappear because you were to fucking daft to notice he was there earlier at the pitch, so don't start talking shit, I told you I am not in the mood."

He winced.

"I have seen him." he said. "Just before the dementors came, I was too preoccupied with Harry to run after him."

I glared at him and dropped the little box on his desk.

"Dog's hair. I can find him with it. We will plan tomorrow."

"Ana, you are not going to run after Sirius alone…"

"I am done with your consideration Lupin," I said icily as I go to the door, "You don't want to trust me, fine. But don't underestimate me, it could come back to beat you in the ass when you are not expecting it."

I left him there.

I was shivering in the corridor; it was dark, cold, and very unwelcoming. My hair were slightly curling, they had started to dry, but I could feel drops of water running down my back. My top wasn't hiding my corset made in dragon hide anymore, it was too wet and it stuck to my skin. I realized Lupin had seen me like that. I swore. It was all Luna's fault again. Luna was so going to hear me out.

Did I say I hated the rain?

I think some god had decided my day hadn't been shitty enough, because I heard footsteps behind me. I knew those footsteps.

"Shit." I said.

"Language, Miss Parker."

Double shit; he knew my name. Since when he knew my name? He didn't know it last week.

I turned slowly. Snape was there in the fucking corridor in all his glory. His eyes were menacing, but I saw a hint of curiosity in it. I was in a corridor I wasn't supposed to be in, at an odd hour, in an inappropriate outfit, dripping wet from the rain. I wasn't supposed to be wet, because I wasn't allowed to go outside after the dementors came on school ground. I was in a deep shit. Did I say I hated the rain?

He was staring at the dragon hide corset. Way to be obvious Ana, it's perfectly normal for a student to walk around with a piece of armory. God I felt stupid. There wasn't any use at trying to look innocent. I had been outside, but I couldn't tell him why, meaning I was going to end up in detention. Judging by the look he was giving me, it would be with him. I had stirred up his curiosity.

And right now, it was the worst thing I could have done, because Severus Snape wasn't someone to take lightly, he was a spy, a very good one, and he was master occlumens. Not good for me, not at all.

Shit, I looked like a dear caught in the head light.

It was the last chapter I had already written, so the publication will be slower now.

Luna is coming back as I promised, and I thought Snape would be a good addition, he is a spy and he has his eyes on Lupin because he hates him. it seemed logical he was part of the story.