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Disclaimer 2: I own the plot, Saerry Snape, and Aeyr's.  Nothing more, nothing less.

Chapter 33 **Not a good morning….**

"Harry.  Harry!"

Harry blinked blearily and rolled over.

"S'matter?"

He blinked again and saw a flash of bright red hair above him.

"Ron?"

Ron rolled his eyes and shook his friend again.  He growled, "C'mon Harry.  If you don't get up we're going to be late for Defense!"

Harry groaned and sat up, the invisibility cloak slipping down onto the floor.  Reaching up he brushed his long hair back from his face then yawned.

Ron tugged on his arm and hissed, "C'mon!"

Harry grumbled something and got up, picking up the invisibility cloak as he shuffled upstairs to the fifth years boys dorm.  He threw the invisibility cloak and Marauder's Map back into his trunk, grabbing a new set of robes as he went.  Changing into them, he grabbed his back then went back downstairs.

Ron practically dragged him out of the common room and straight to Defense Against Dark Arts, where they were greeted by Snape's dark figure.  Harry noticed that his father's face was a bit drawn and he wondered if anything else had happened at the Death Eater meeting the night before.

Hermione suddenly trudged in and sat down beside them.

"Morning."

Harry mumbled something unintelligible and laid his head down on the desk.

Ron and Hermione shared a look over his shoulders then Ron asked, "Hey, Harry, you okay?"

"No."

Hermione asked, "Is something wrong?"

Harry sat up abruptly, his eyes flashing angrily for the first time since the Sorting.  He snapped, "No, everything is not fine.  Sirius is going to come here during the Christmas holidays and I don't know what in the hell to tell him."

Ron and Hermione blinked then Ron breathed, "Sheesh . ."

Hermione smiled and said, "I'm sure you'll think of something Harry."

Harry gave her a bemused sort of look then gave a harsh laugh that sounded remarkably like Snape.

"I seriously doubt that Herm."

With that he turned to watch his father, barely listening to the lesson.  He was too busy worrying over what to tell Sirius.

Hermione and Ron watched their friend worriedly all throughout the lesson.

Sometimes the world just seemed to be out to get Harry.

A/N: Short I know but now I've got writer's block on this story!  URGH!  *bangs head against the keyboard*  Maybe it'll clear up by tomorrow.  I hope so . . .

A/N: Oh, and I'm going to make an attempt at drawing a picture for this story.  I got the idea just as I was finishing typing up chapter 28.  I will post it as soon as I have it drawn, scanned, and colored.  J