A.N. Thank you to everyone who reviewed!!! * evil cackle* I hope you like this chapter… It's very interesting. Toodles! And please review. I'm so sorry that I've taken so much time to post. I had a big project due this week and I've been working on it every night. I'm sure that I'll be able to get the next chapter up faster. : ) Luv yas!

Mal

Someone was shaking his shoulder vigorously.

"Harry! Wake up! Wake up Harry!"

So cold… so very cold… they were there. They were at Hogwarts. With Voldemort…

"Harry!"

Without warning a blast of cold water hit him in the face and he sat up, gasping. Instantly Hermione and Ron's faces swam into view. They had worried expressions on their faces and Hermione looked close to tears.

"Harry what's going on?" Hermione asked. "What happened?"

"You-you didn't see them?" Harry gasped.

Hermione and Ron looked at each other. "Harry, what-"

"I have to go see Dumbledore," Harry interrupted, jumping to his feet, magically drying off himself, and running down the hall.

~*~

Sirius walked slowly up the walkway to his house, holding bags full of groceries. He unlocked his door, with some difficulty, and dumped the items onto the kitchen counter and began putting them away. He didn't notice the owl that was sitting on his kitchen table until it gave a loud hoot. Sirius immediately saw the Hogwarts Crest upon the envelope, and quickly tore it open.

Sirius-

I am writing this letter to you just minutes after your godson left my office. He came running in here in quite a state. He was white as a ghost and gasping for breath. He told me what had happened.

It appears that your godson has been seeing things. Dark creatures and demons to be exact. He told me that his dreams were filled with unpleasant memories of the past, if you catch my drift. Just today he collapsed on the way to Charms and he claimed that he saw hundreds of Dementors on the grounds. He seems to know it was a hallucination, but he felt that he should tell me about it. Perhaps we could arrange for Harry to spend a weekend with you, to calm down. He hasn't seen you since your brief meeting in the Hospital Wing, and it's obvious that he needs emotional help right now. I have also given him permission to tell Miss Granger and Mr. Weasley about your interesting situation. I expect that he'll tell them any minute now.

Owl me, and we shall arrange something for Harry.

Sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore

Sirius frowned. What was wrong with Harry? Demons? Dark Creatures? Sirius dropped the letter on the table and sat down. Why hadn't Harry told him that things were going so bad? He was Harry's godfather!

"Calm down Black… he's not that used to confiding in people…" Sirius told himself. But it still bothered him. He could always ask Harry about it if he were to come over next week, after he returned from a job for Dumbledore. Sirius pulled out a piece of paper and scribbled- When can he come over?

~*~

Voldemort smiled as he watched the scene that appeared in his crystal ball. Potter lying on the ground with his two friends kneeling next to him, desperately trying to revive him. Voldemort laughed as the girl cast a water charm, aiming it onto Potters face and causing him to break into consciousness. He looked… surprised. And frightened, Voldemort was glad to see. It seemed that his little games had taken his toll on young Potter.

"Don't worry, young Potter," Voldemort hissed, looking at his image in the crystal ball. "You won't have to put up with this for much longer… I've got much more in store for you. Very soon you will see the true wrath of Lord Voldemort…. Very soon…"

~*~

Harry rolled over again. He didn't want to fall asleep, even though he was dead tired. He didn't want to face the nightmares that swept through his mind whenever he closed his eyes. He was afraid of his nightmares. Dumbledore hadn't sent him to the Hospital wing after Harry had gone to visit him. Harry was glad for this. He didn't want the Slytherins to hear that Harry had spent yet another day in the Hospital Wing. He wouldn't be able to live it down.

Professor Dumbledore had offered to give him a Dreamless Sleep potion, but Harry had refused. Harry didn't like the thought of being in too deep a sleep. He liked to be semi-alert. Harry had also known that Dumbledore owled Sirius. Harry didn't want Sirius to worry too much. He knew Sirius had better things to do than worry about him.

Harry had also told Hermione and Ron about Sirius actually being alive. They were… shocked to say the least. However it did explain why Harry wasn't overly depressed about Sirius' death, and why he kept getting letters over the mail that he was very secretive about.

Harry felt a breeze push the window open, causing the drapes to sort of float in a mystical way. Harry shivered as the wind blew past him, and he threw off his blankets to get out of bed. He shut and locked the window, and took a final look out the window. He was apprehensive at first, he didn't know what he expected to see. Dementors? Demons? Voldemort himself? No… there was nothing there except the crystal blue lake and the Quidditch Pitch.

Harry looked at the Quidditch Pitch. They were going to have a game there soon… one week away in fact. He hoped that nothing would happen. However, mere hoping had never helped before….

Oh my god. I'm going to throw up. Harry stared at the hundreds of screaming students. The last time he remembered the stadium being this crowded was during the Third Task… Harry shuddered involuntarily and mounted his broom.

"On my whistle," Madame Hooch said, walking between the Gryffindor team and the opposing Ravenclaw team. "Three… two… one! TWEEET!"

Fourteen multicolored blurs burst into the air, zooming in all directions. Harry rose above them all but he was quickly followed by-

ZOOM! A blur of blue barely missed him as it flew past. Harry stopped for a moment to see who had tried to knock him off his broom. It was Cho Chang. She flashed a smile at him and waved. Harry smiled back and pulled into a sharp dive, leaving Cho far behind. He pulled out of the dive when he was at the other side of the pitch. He knew he was near the Slytherins. The boo's were nearly deafening, and increased as Alicia scored the first goal.

"GRYFFINDOR SCORES!" Came the voice of Lee Jordan over the magical microphone. "TEN TO ZERO, GRYFFINDOR!"

Harry raised in the air, getting a better view of the game. He saw another flash of blue out of the corner of his eye and went bolting to the other side of the Pitch.

"OOH!"

Harry rolled over in mid-air, barely avoiding a Bludger that one of the Ravenclaw Beaters had sent his way. Instead it hit a Ravenclaw Chaser, who dropped the Quaffle and almost fell off his broom.

"AND ALICIA SCORES!"

There was excessive cheering from the new Gryffindor Keeper, a sixth year named Wesley Hubbard. He was Muggleborn, who had excelled at Soccer and seemed to do a pretty good job keeping the Quaffle away from the Gryffindor Hoops.

"C'MON GRYFFINDOR! GET THE QUAFFLE AWAY FROM--YES!" Another well placed Bludger went flying through the air, coming in contact with a Ravenclaw Chaser's chest, sending him flying from the broom.

"OOH! That had to hurt! Oh well, at least it wasn't a Gryffind-Oops. Sorry Professor," Lee sort of moved away from McGonnogal, who was giving him the evil eye. "On with the game!"

Harry flew high above the field once more, and surveyed what was happening. Gryffindor scored three more times before-

"And Gryffindor flies forward to take the- WHOA!"

Harry went flying toward the ground at breakneck speed, nearly knocking Cho Chang off her broom. She regained her composure and went flying after Harry.

Twenty feet! Ten! Who-knows! He was almost there when- WHOOSH! A Bludger sent his way disturbed his line of flight and he went skidding off course. Cho Change, who was tailing him, knocked into him and Harry was left hanging by one arm.

The crowd screamed and yelled beneath him. He could hear a few cheers coming from the Slytherin side. Cho Chang turned around in mid air, turning back to Harry and attempting to hit him yet again! Harry lifted himself onto his broom before she could hit, and rammed into her. Her broom went careening out of control!
"PENALTY TO GRYFFINDOR! PENALTY TO RAVENCLAW!" Madame Hooch yelled. "TWEEEEEEET!"

While the Chasers flew forward to take their shots, Harry turned back to Cho, who was glaring at him. He smirked back at her and flew off.

Sirius watched from his seat in the top left bleacher, in a disguise of course, as Harry dived and swerved around the Ravenclaw Seeker. Remus was sitting beside him, looking sort of bored. Remus had never really enjoyed Quidditch and had only gone to matches if James had been playing in them.

"What's that position's name again?"

Sirius rolled his eyes, and decided to not answer the ridiculous question. Instead he turned back to look at Harry, who was frantically searching all over the field for the Snitch.

"Ooh! Look! That catcher person just stopped the thrower person from scoring!" Sirius watched the Gryffindor Keeper throw the Quaffle to one of his teammates.

He saw one of the twins on the Gryffindor team fly by Harry and give him a thumbs-up. Harry smiled back and continuing scanning the pitch.

"Sirius," Remus was talking again. "When is Harry going to your house."

"Tomorrow," Sirius replied, frowning as the Ravenclaws scored. "I've already set up his room. All he has to do is bring an overnight bag."

"What's been wrong with Harry?" Remus asked.

"I don't know exactly. It's really unclear."

"Weird, I…."

Remus' voice faded as Sirius looked up at Harry. Something was wrong.

Harry was sitting rigidly on his broom, staring down at the ground 100 feet below him. A Bludger whipped by him, but he seemed to take no notice. Harry shrunk back against something and rose even higher in the air. Sirius was the only person who seemed to notice this.

"What's wrong with Harry?" Sirius asked. Remus' looked up and stared as well. Harry was staring at the ground, and-

"Look at Potter dive!" Lee's voice said over the megaphone. "GO HARRY!"

Harry had gone into a steep, controlled dive. Cho started to dive too, but she had no chance.

"YEEESS! GRYFFINGDOR WINS! POTTER HAS CAUGHT THE SNITCH!"

All of the people around Sirius and Remus exploded into cheers. The Quidditch players were floating back to the ground, clapping each other on their back and cheering hoarsely. Fred and George Weasley both ruffled Harry's hair until it was standing up even more than usual. Before the team shook hands with the other team, and walked over to the dressing rooms, Harry scanned the crowd. He caught sight of Sirius, even though he was covered, and gave a small smile. Then he was engulfed by a hug from Ron and Hermione, and Sirius lost sight of him.

It didn't really matter. The next day, during at trip to Hogsmeade, Harry showed up at Sirius' door with Ron and Hermione at his side and a backpack on his back.

"So, where do I put my stuff?" Harry asked, grinning.