A/N: Here's another chapter. Enjoy:))

Chapter 105: Out and in trouble

The Saturday I finally left the hospital wing was a full one. When Madame Pomfrey let me leave, around the time of breakfast, the halls were almost deserted. I decided I could grab a bite as well and headed for the Great Hall. As I was walking up to the Gryffindor table, Ron spotted me and they turned to look at me, happy and making room for another person at the table.

"Hi guys. I'm so happy to finally be out of there. I can finally move my legs and get some fresh air."

"What's up with the Slytherins?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, some of them were looking at you pretty confused and frankly, a little creeped out when you entered. And Malfoy, he never lets his hair out of place, it's usually glued to his head. But today, it's falling into his eyes, covering half of his face. Something's not right."

"Hmmm...Well, they are always acting weird so it doesn't really matter, does it? Maybe they're sad I got out of hospital. And Malfoy, why do you even care so much?"

I started stuffing my face with eggs and bacon and immediately forgot about what Ron said. But after I finished my meal, when I wanted to go out on the grounds to take a walk around the lake, a little snake was waiting for me by the door, her face looking more pug-like than ever. But she seemed really puzzled. What could do that to her?

"Well that's a nasty scar you got there Potter. What a shame the cut wasn't deeper."

"It really is. If it were, then I wouldn't ever have to hear your voice again Parkinson. But there was only so much the wall could do, sadly."

"Where'd you get it though?"

"Now I have to explain myself to you? And why do you even care? How's my forehead affecting you?"

"It's not about you and if you were smarter and a pure-blood you would've probably known what I'm talking about. Shame." And she walked away.

Just when I thought she couldn't make less sense, she comes to me and says things like that. I shook it off and went out anyways.

It was a beautiful day. The light of the sum was slightly dimmed by the fluffy white clouds, something you didn't see much around there. It was unusually warm for the place in the mountains where Hogwarts was located, but I couldn't complain, as it was pretty nice to not have to throw three layers of clothes on every time you went outside. The raw green grass blades were drenched in dew and the wind, barely there, was engulfing me. I saw the Giant Squid leaping through the air every now and then, splashing everything within an 100 feet radius.

But most importantly, it was quiet. A lot of kids were still at breakfast, others already started packing their things, and the ones that were outside wanted peace as well.

It was odd, being free of so many secrets, being finally trusted by Fudge and not having everything turn bad for a change. But as they say, good things don't last. I remembered again that during the battle at the Ministry, there was a big chance of someone getting badly injured, members of the Order, one of us, or even end up dead. Sirius actually came far to close to the soul prison. And all of that because I forgot about the mirrors. They represented the fastest and easiest way to check on Harry's godfather and still, were the one I forgot about. And now I had an ugly scar to show for my inability to think fast. I didn't even reach the lake, let alone start walking around it; drowning in my thoughts and trying to make sense of them, I lost track of time and only realized I was standing still as a statue in front of the stairs, staring at the air, when Harry called me.

"Are you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine, just thinking; about the Ministry and Azkaban, you know, about what happened."

"You know, you hit that wall pretty hard. Maybe we should get Madame Pomfrey to check you again." He put his hand on my back, trying to guide me inside. I turned around and looked at him, taking his hand off.

"I'm sure I did. I think the crack in my skull was enough to convince me of it. But it's healed now, so I'm fine Harry, really. We got more important things to talk about. For example, Fudge saw him; he knows he's out there now, he trusts Dumbledore."

"And let's not forget about sending the Death Eaters back to Azkaban."

"Yes, that happened, but Bellatrix is still out there. And she's the most dangerous out of them all. Maybe even worse than Voldemort in some cases."

"I dunno, I think Malfoy's dad is really awful too."

"You know Ron, things aren't always what they seem to be. Now though, we should focus on packing our things and making the most out of the last days of school. I have a feeling we won't really get to be...happy from now on. Until we defeat them at least."

"Wanna go to Hogsmeade then? Now that Umbridge is gone, we can go if we want to. There are only two weekends left, so it's not such a big effort for them. But still."

"Sorry guys, I gotta do something. And I don't really feel like going outside the grounds. See you later."

They left and I entered the castle, turned right at the Grand Staircase and stepped down the stairs, two at a time. Turning left, I saw who I was looking for and decided not to go any further. I had to admit, he looked rather good with his hair like that. It looked more natural.

"What is happening? Puginson spoke to me today. Like, actually spoke. Obviously tere were some insults involved, but she seemed genuinely interested in how I got my scar. Why is that?"

"Apparently you forgot about this little thing." Draco brushed away the blonde hair covering his forehead to reveal an exact replica of my scar, big, pinkish and painful looking. Of course I knew he didn't feel any pain, but I realized what the fuss was all about. The Slytherins became suspicious; and that wasn't good. Not at all.