A.N. Thanks to everyone who reviewed!!!!!! There probably won't be many more chapters for Dimelo, because I never intended it to be a full fifth year fic, just to show the emotional problems that Harry goes through with Sirius, dealing with Azkaban, etc… So this story will sadly draw to a close soon. Anyhoo, I hope you enjoy this chapter!!!!!

Mal

Sirius smiled and ushered the three of them inside before taking off the disguise he had been wearing. Hermione and Ron just sort of stared at Sirius, before saying hello and following Harry inside.

"I'll go start making tea, or hot chocolate if you want it," Sirius said, smiling. "Remus said that he might stop by today too." He turned to his godson. "Your room is the green one, upstairs and to the left."

"All right," Harry said, already bounding up the stairs with his friends following close behind. Sirius gave another smile before walking into the kitchen. With a wave of his wand, three mugs came flying out of the cupboard and landed next to him. He heard several thumps upstairs and someone shouting.

"Is everything alright up there?" Sirius called.

"Yes-Yes everything's fine!" Harry yelled.

"This room is so cool!" Ron shouted. Sirius laughed under his breath and went back to making tea and hot chocolate. He attempted to cast a spell that made cocoa, but it exploded and there were now brown spots on the ceiling to go with the purple spots that were from jelly. He sighed and reached into the drawer to pull out a 'Swiss Miss' powder packet. He didn't even want to try with whipped cream.

Sirius was glad that Harry seemed in such a good mood today. It might make it easier to talk to Harry about the things he's been seeing. Sirius was worried about Harry.

His thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell ringing and then Remus just barging into the house, not bothering to wait for Sirius to answer it.

"Thank god I've gotten away," Remus said, plopping down on the couch. "The students at that school are driving me crazy."
"Slytherins? Or the whole lot of them?" Sirius asked, placing a cup of tea in front of him.

"The whole lot. I swear, if I see another student-"

Just then there were another series of thumps as Harry, Ron, and Hermione came running down the stairs.

"Hi Professor!" Hermione said when they saw the weary werewolf sitting on the couch.

Remus sort of stared at her and said, "Hello, Hermione." Before turning to glare at Sirius.

Harry, Ron and Hermione plopped onto the mismatched chairs that also sat in the living room, still looking around their new surroundings.

"Are-are Hermione and Ron spending the night as well?" Remus asked, watching as Hermione jumped out of her chair to go look at the books that were piled on the fireplace.

"No, they're just visiting for the afternoon," Sirius said. He leaned forward and whispered, "Don't worry, I won't let them pester you."

"You'd better not. I've had enough of them in their classes…"

"Can we go play Quidditch out there?" Harry asked while he looked at the enormous backyard.

"Sure, go have a ball," his godfather replied.

"Will you play?"

"Yes. I'll be out in a minute."

Harry quickly asked if Ron and Hermione could borrow a broom- ("I don't want to play!" Hermione exclaimed) before running upstairs and grabbing his own. Then they were bolting out the door with the brooms over their shoulders, or in Hermione's case, a book in her arm. Sirius watched them mount their brooms, before turning to Remus, who was staring at him intently.

"Was this little holiday Dumbledore's idea?" Remus asked, sipping his tea.

"Yeah. I mean, it's not that I don't want Harry here, I haven't seen him for a while…" Sirius sighed. "I've been too busy to really talk or owl him…"

"Are you going to ask him about… the problems."

"Yes. Don't know how to approach it though. Has he had any problems in your class?"

"No… well, occasionally he just stops and stares at a place on the wall, but then he snaps out of it and goes about like nothing happened. Really rather bizarre, but it doesn't seem to harm him."

"How do you think I should go around asking him about it?"

"Sirius-"

"Moony you deal with kids everyday! How do you approach them if they forget homework or something like that?"

"I-I just ask them to stay after class and then I just come right out and ask it!" Remus said. "I don't think my teaching techniques will help you with Harry."

"Hmm…."

"Sirius?"

He nearly jumped a foot out of his seat. He spun around and saw Harry standing at the backdoor. "Are you going to come play?"

"Yeah, I'm coming Harry," Sirius said quickly. He put down his cup of tea and smiled at Remus before following his godson out the door.

~*~

Snape strolled down the halls of Hogwarts, not really paying attention to where he was going, and just thinking about nothing in particular. He passed the Longbottom boy, who gave a squeak and went running by as fast as he could.

"No running in the halls Longbottom!" he yelled after the Gryffindor. "One would think that one as dimwitted as you could follow such a simple rule! Ten points from Gryffindor."

The boy turned bright red and went scampering off.

Snape smiled grimly and continued walking down the halls. He turned a corner and came upon Draco Malfoy and his two cronies. Snape found it slightly suspicious that the three of them hadn't taken advantage of the trip to Hogsmeade, like most of the other students.

Draco had been whispering to Goyle, and stopped abruptly when his professor approached.

"Hello Professor," Draco said, putting on a fake smile.

"Hello Mr. Malfoy," Snape said in a voice that wasn't as cold as usual. Snape continued walking past, watching Draco from the corner of his eye. As he turned another corner he saw Malfoy lean in to whisper to Goyle again.

Something was amiss. Had Lucius told Draco something that Snape hadn't heard about? Did it have to do with Voldemort?

Snape thought over the last few Death Eater meetings. Voldemort had been highly selective in his words… and had spoken to a few Death Eaters after the meeting had commenced. Snape had seen the other Death Eater's smiles when they removed their masks. Something was wrong… very wrong… ARGH!

Snape's hand snapped up and he grabbed his upper arm. The Dark Mark was burning. Voldemort was calling a meeting.

Snape cursed under his breath and went running down the halls, breaking the rule that he had punished a student for just minutes before.

~*~

From the top to the bottom

bottom to top I stop

At the core I've forgotten

in the middle of my thoughts

Taken far from my safety/the picture is there

~*~

Harry dived toward the ground, chasing the golf ball that Sirius had found and bewitched. The golf ball went flying off with Harry zooming after it. Hermione was jumping with anxiety nearby, as Harry and Ron nearly got in an in-air collision. Sirius whooped from his broom, that was floating twenty feet above the game. Remus just shook his head and went back to the book he was reading.

"Look out!" Hermione shrieked as Harry shot past Sirius, barely missing him.

"You'd better not hit me!" Sirius laughed as Harry turned in midair, smiling. "Or else you'll be paying for my medical bills! I'm not as young as I used to be."

"Tell us something we don't know," Harry said, grinning evilly. Sirius put on a mock look of outrage.

"You are grounded young man!" He said jokingly.

"You would've been grounded if I had hit you!"

Sirius tossed the half-deflated soccer ball at Harry's head. Harry went into another dive and turned up sharply, pretending like he was going to hit Sirius again.

"Face it Sirius, I'm just too fast for you," Harry grinned as he dodged his godfather.

Sirius shot after Harry, chasing him around the backyard.

"GO HARRY!" Ron shouted after them as they had a race in circles. The three people in the air didn't really notice the raindrops that had started falling from the sky until it was a full-fledged downpour.

"All right! All right! You win!" Sirius panted, coming to a sudden stop. "Now let's get inside before we get anymore soaked!"

The three of them (Remus and Hermione had gone inside when the first drops started to fall) walked into the house, dripping wet.

"We'd better get going," Hermione said looking at her watch.

"Oh, but we have hours!" Ron said. "It's only four o'clock! We can stay till seven!"

"But I want to do some shopping before we go back to Hogwarts," Hermione argued.

"I'll walk you back to Hogsmeade," Remus said, searching for his cloak.

"All right…" Ron said dejectedly. "I'll go get my things…"

Sirius loaned them an umbrella, for the rain was still pouring down, and him and Harry waved goodbye to their friends as they battled their way through the storm.

"I hope Harry will talk to Sirius about the problems he's been having," Hermione said to Remus and Ron. She turned and looked up at Remus, "That's why he invited Harry over, right?"

"One of the reasons, yes."

"Well, I hope that they get to the root of the problem," Ron said bitterly. "I don't know how much more sleep I can loose because of Harry yelling in his sleep."

~*~

The rain then sends dripping

an acidic question

Forcefully, the power of suggestion

~*~

"So," Sirius said, clapping his hands together. "What do you want to do?"

"Get dry," Harry said, taking off his soaked shoes and socks.

"That can be done," Sirius said, as he conjured up some towels. After drying off his hair, Harry walked upstairs to change clothes.

"Harry? What do you want for dinner?" Sirius yelled.

"I don't care!" Harry shouted in a muffled voice, as if his shirt was being pulled over his head.

"I'm not going to risk cooking! I'm going to call for take out."

There was some more muffled shouting from upstairs, but Sirius took it as a shout of approval and went to the fireplace in order to call the Leaky Cauldron for food.

A few minutes later Harry arrived back downstairs, wearing dry clothes, and carrying a book and some homework with him.

"What's the class?" Sirius asked, eyeing the book.

"Potions," Harry said, putting on a face. "Two page report, due on Monday."

"Why don't you put away the homework for a while," Sirius suggested. "I need to talk to you about something."

Harry shrugged and put down the quill, pushing his parchment away. "What do you want to talk about?"

Sirius thought for a moment and blurted out, "The training that Dumbledore asked you about in the middle of the summer? Do you remember that?"

Nod.

"Well, I just thought you should know that we're going to start that soon. Perhaps in a week or two. Just thought you ought to know…"

Harry smiled and started to turn back to the homework.

"That's not all I wanted to talk to you about, Harry," Sirius said quickly. Harry looked up again.

"Harry, the real reason I've asked you here today is because… because I'm worried about you."

~*~

There's a place so dark you can't see the end

And shock that which can't defend

A spot of light floods the floor

And pours over the rusted world of pretend

The eyes ease open and it's dark again

~*~

'Oh god… he's going to ask isn't he? He's going to ask about my dreams, the things I see. Everything. I can't tell him. I can't let him know…' Harry thought to himself. "Worried?"

"Yes, Harry," Sirius said, sitting down across from his godson. "Fainting during the first Quidditch Practice… Dumbledore owled me and said that you had also fainted on your way to Charms. He said that you had seen Dementors on the ground, although there weren't any."

Harry nodded, and looked at the ground.

"Does this have something to do with Azkaban?" Sirius asked lightly. Harry shrugged, but still didn't say anything.

"Harry, I can't figure out what's wrong with you if you don't tell me what's been happening with you."

"I… I don't want to talk about it," Harry said softly. "Listen, it's getting better! I haven't had a vision for a while."

"You had one yesterday," his godfather replied. "During the Quidditch match."

Harry stared at him. "I-I was just looking at the Snitch."

"Harry, no one looks that scared of the Snitch."

Harry sighed and stood up, starting to pace around the small living room.

"Have you been having nightmares?"

"No."

"Harry, tell me the truth."

Harry glared at his godfather. "I am telling the truth."

"Harry, really-"

"The reason I haven't been having the nightmares is because I haven't been sleeping," Harry interrupted. "Because I don't want to go to sleep."

"But that's absurd!" Sirius laughed lightly. "Everyone needs to sleep sometime Harry and you just can't go running away from the nightmares!"

"You don't know what it's like when I fall asleep!" Harry nearly yelled. "If you did know, you would see why I didn't!"

"What do you see when you dream?!" Sirius asked, standing up and looking at his godson.

"I don't want to talk about it."

"We're going to talk about it whether you like it or not!"

Once again, Harry glared up at his godfather and spat, "You want to hear about my dreams? Why? So you can see how twisted my mind really is? Or just so you can-"

"Harry I just want to find out what is wrong with you!" Sirius said, looking into Harry's eyes and putting his hands on Harry's shoulders. Harry backed away, pulling out of his godfather's grasp.

"Harry, just tell me what's wrong!" Sirius begged. "Why are you having these hallucinations?"

Harry was breathing sort of hard, suppressed emotions becoming to strong for him to hold in.

"They… aren't… hallucinations."

There was silence for a moment, and then Sirius said, "What are you talking about?"

"They're not hallucinations," Harry repeated. "Hallucinations aren't real, just images in your head... These aren't hallucinations. I can feel these… I can feel the Dementors that appear on the grounds. I felt the fire. But no one else feels it. No one but me."

Sirius just stared at his godson, who had turned and looked at the window. Looking at the rain beating against the glass.

"I'm going to go," Harry said softly. Before Sirius could do anything Harry had grabbed his cloak off of the couch, and had gone to the door. "Ron and Hermione will still be in Hogsmeade. I'll meet up with them there and go back to Hogwarts. I'll tell Dumbledore why I left."

Then he opened the door, put up his hood and left into the storm.

~*~

The memory won't escape me

but why should I care

In the memory you'll find me

~*~

Sirius stared at the door that his godson had stormed out of moments before. They were real? They weren't hallucinations? How is that possible?

And now Harry was out in the rain, going to go looking for his friends. Sirius made a split second decision. He was going after him.

Harry strode down the street, not noticing the lightening that flashed across the sky, and the thunder that sounded like huge drums. He had told him. He had told Sirius what happened and Sirius didn't believe him. He didn't expect him too. No one would believe him. No one seemed to ever believe him. Harry turned the corner that led to the middle of Hogsmeade.

Something's wrong… Harry thought to himself. No one was there. Hogsmeade was almost deserted. Harry took a step back, and decided maybe it was best if he went back to Sirius'…

Harry turned around and yelled out in surprise.

There was a giant, clawed foot. Harry looked up and saw a giant bull's head, attached to the body of a snake, except with giant wings. A Hyncropratinous. Sitting atop the head of the creature was the last person Harry wanted to see.

"Hello Potter," the Dark Lord hissed softly. "How good to see you…"

~*~

Eyes burning up

The darkness holding me tightly

Until the sun rises up…

~*~