Hey! Here is the next chapter, sorry for the delay, junior year of highschool is leaving me no time to type… plenty of class time to write but homework is always getting in the way! Oh and another excuse, my computer totally died on me so I'm really sorry! I own nothing, its all J.K.Rowling, she owns Harry Potter and all its characters! Please R/R! Thanks to those who have reviewed!

Harry was sitting in the common room watching the fire. The list of Potions that Snape had given him was slowly burning in the fire. He watched the fire for several minutes.

"Hey Harry," the twins sat down on either side of him. They exchanged smiles and then looked at Harry.

"You feeling alright there?" George asked.

"Yeah I'm okay," Harry looked at them and nodded to assure them.

"Well that's good," Fred grinned, "we had a meeting and we voted for our new Captain."

"We picked you mate," George continued and he slapped Harry on the back.

"I don't want to be Captain," Harry told them.

"Well you can sit back and enjoy being Captain and we will do the work," said Fred.

"Why don't you be Captain?" Harry asked them.

"We owe you one mate," Fred told him and they got up and left.

They had Defense Against the Dark Arts the next day and Fletcher was still having students come up and duel him. No one was lasting long, when Neville went up there he almost dropped his wand as the duel started. Hermione lasted the longest up there, but only because she knew all the counter curses to what he was throwing at her.

"Harry Potter," Fletcher called and Harry who had been looking at the floor looked up when he heard his name. "Harry come up and duel me."

Harry's face paled, "No."

"What do you mean no?" Fletcher came up to his desk, "I didn't ask you if you wanted to duel me, I'm telling you to."

"And I said no."

"Why not?" asked Fletcher. Harry didn't say anything. "Outside please."

Harry got up and followed Fletcher aware that all of the class was watching him astonished, he didn't care though. Fletcher closed the classroom door and faced Harry. "What is wrong with you?"

"There is nothing wrong with me," Harry snapped. "I just don't want to duel!" He turned to leave. Fletcher reached out to grab Harry. He got his wrist and Harry yelled in pain. Before Harry could pull his wrist out of Fletcher's grasp Fletcher saw some blood on his wrist and a cut. Surprised he let go of Harry. Harry stared at him for a second and bolted down the hall without looking back.

When the bell rang Fletcher made his way to Dumbledore's office. He said the password and went up. He was deep in thought and didn't even realize when he reached the door. He knocked and went in.

"Ah Mundungus," Dumbledore greeted him.

"Albus we have a problem," Fletcher said not seeing any point in not getting right to it. "Its about Harry."

"What about Mr. Potter?"

"He's trying to kill himself," said Fletcher.

There was silence as Dumbledore was very shocked by this news. He shook his head confused, "What?"

"His wrists Albus. He's cut them!" Fletcher told him.

"Nonsense Mundungus," Albus waved a hand and laughed nervously.

"Albus I saw blood on his wrists, he yelled in pain when I touched his wrist," Fletcher protested.

"Fine. I will have a word with him," Albus told him.

"Good," Fletcher made for the door. "Oh Albus, do you know why Harry is reluctant to duel?"

Dumbledore stared at Fletcher, his faced paled a little bit, and, "Yes I do know why I ask you not to make him duel again."

"I didn't know," Fletcher shrugged.

"Not many do."

**

A few days later when Ron got up, he noticed that Harry was not in bed. After checking the common room, he heard the shower running and checking the other three beds he knew it was Harry showering. He got ready to take his own shower and walked into the bathroom. The water was still running in the first shower. Ron called to Harry saying "good morning" but there was no response, he probably couldn't hear with him with the water on. Ron was about to turn on the water for his shower but realized that Harry had been in there for awhile. Nothing against his friend but Harry took quick showers, this one had been going on for 20 minutes at least.

"Harry?" Ron called. No answer, "Harry are you okay?" He felt silly asking that but shouted it once more. He looked down at the ground and saw something. It wasn't water, it was red. Ron bent down and put his hand through it, it looked like blood. Not caring what his friend was doing now Ron threw open the shower curtain.

There on the ground in only his underwear was Harry. The blood had been coming through his wrists and a pocketknife was near his hand. His eyes were closed and his face very pale. Ron gasped and covered his mouth feeling the urge to throw up.

"Dean! Seamus!" he called. He was only in a bathrobe and he went to the door and yelled for them again.

Both boys had just been getting up and sleepily they came to the bathroom door.

"Dean! Go get Professor McGonagall and tell her we need Dumbledore!" Ron ordered him. "Seamus go get Madam Pomfrey!"

"Why?" they asked together.

"Its Harry! GO!" Ron yelled.

Not looking back at Ron they grabbed bathrobes and ran out.

Ron got a robe and put it on top of Harry. He didn't know what else to do. He slid down the side of the wall and waited looking at his friend.

**

Madam Pomfrey, Dumbledore, Fletcher and McGonagall all came in at the same time. Madam Pomfrey went right to Harry and checked his pulse. The three teachers stood by the door with heads bowed. Ron was still in the same position and seeing this Fletcher went over to him and knelt by him.

"Ron?" he asked gently.

"Why?" Ron asked and looked up at Dumbledore as though he didn't know Fletcher had called his name or was kneeling next to him.

"I don't know Mr. Weasley," Dumbledore said gently.

"He's still alive, his pulse is weak though," Madam Pomfrey stood up, "He's lost a lot of blood."

"Mobilicorpus" She waved her wand and Harry rose in the air.

"Can we put his Invisibility Cloak on him or something?" Ron asked. "He'd kill someone if he knew that everyone in the common room saw him like this." He looked at his friend but had to turn away afraid and hurt to see him like this.

"Will you please get it Mr. Weasley?" Dumbledore offered him a hand to get up. Ron took it and pulled himself up. He went into the dorm and into his trunk. He found it easily and draped it over Harry.

"You are excused from class today Mr. Weasley," Dumbledore put a hand on his shoulder, "this has been a terrible ordeal for you."

"Can I sit by Harry?" asked Ron.

"Get something to eat and then yes you may," Dumbledore patted his shoulder and the teachers left.

**

Ron sat by Harry's bed all morning, Hermione sat by him. She had found out and refused to leave Ron alone. Dumbledore had come in about noon and insisted that they both go and eat something and if Harry woke up they would be called. They nodded and both left leaving him alone with Harry. He sat down in the seat Ron had been sitting in and waited.

After about 20 minutes of waiting, Harry started to stir.

"Harry?" Dumbledore asked. He watched the waking boy carefully.

"Huh?" the boy opened his eyes but shut them quickly not use to the light. He moved around a little bit before opening his eyes again.

"Harry its Professor Dumbledore," Dumbledore told him.

He opened his eyes again and felt his glasses being put on his face. He looked around the room, at his bed and at his hands, which had bandages on them. He made a face at his wrists and did not look at Dumbledore.

"Harry I would like an explanation," Dumbledore said as gently as he could. He felt a little angry at him for trying to kill himself.

Harry didn't speak, he continued not to meet Dumbledore's eyes.

"How long has this been going on for Harry?" Dumbledore sighed growing impatient. "I'll be back Mr. Potter."

Dumbledore left and Harry closed his eyes again.

About an half an hour later, a shaky Ron came in with Hermione. Harry rolled his eyes thinking about how this conversation was going to go. They approached his bed and Ron looked at him with questioning eyes. Harry expected the usual, hey mate how you are doing" but Ron spoke quietly, "Why Harry?"

Harry rolled his eyes but did not speak.

Hermione put a hand on Ron's shoulder to comfort him but looked at Harry, "Its okay Harry, you can talk to us."

Harry snorted but still did not speak. He didn't want to talk, no one would understand, they all thought they could but they didn't. He could see in Ron and Hermione's eyes that they didn't understand, why did they even bother?

Much to Harry's disgust they both pulled up chairs and sat down around his bed.

**

"I told you!" Fletcher stood in front of Dumbledore's desk and looked at the old wizard sitting behind it.

"I know, I know," Dumbledore sighed, "I didn't think Harry would be capable of something like this. He's Harry!"

"What has he been doing recently?"

"Last year was the Tournament, he was very shaken up by that. He saw Voldemort regain his body and everything, I thought he was over that," Albus sighed, "and of course this summer."

"Albus, that is very difficult for a 15 year old to understand and accept that in both cases it wasn't his fault!" Fletcher threw his arms up running out of patience with the Headmaster.

"Mundungus I may be a Headmaster but you know I'm not experienced in these sort of things," Albus said angrily, "books and research are my things. Being an Auror, not dealing with abuse cases and suicides."

"Who is experienced?" Fletcher asked and left leaving his last statement hanging.

**

It was mid afternoon and Ron and Hermione still sat around Harry's bed. He really wanted to leave and had been thinking of ways to get them out of here. Forget them leaving, he wanted to get out of here. He hated this room, everything was too white, and he hated being in one place for everyone to come and stare at him.

"Is there anything you need Harry?" Hermione asked.

Harry cleared his throat and spoke for the first time in a few hours, "I was just thinking of studying Transfiguration but I don't have my books!"

Hermione jumped up, "I'll go get your Transfiguration book!" She left leaving Ron with Harry.

Harry waited about five minutes, "Ah shoot, I wanted to do Snape's assignment."

"I'll run up and get it Harry," Ron volunteered and he too left.

That was too easy, Harry decided. He got out of bed and not realizing he was in hospital issued pajamas he left the hospital wing and ran for it.

20 minutes later Ron and Hermione came back together. They looked around and both exclaimed,

"Where's Harry?"

Madam Pomfrey came out of her office, "Where did Potter go?"

"We don't know!" Hermione put the books down, "He said he wanted to study so we got him his books."

"Go get Dumbledore," she instructed and left to go search for Harry.

They walked down the hall, "Hermione do you know where Dumbledore's office is?" Ron asked.

"Um no idea," she admitted.

They kept walking down the hall, they past a classroom and Ron looked in. He stopped seeing one of the twins, "Hey!"

The twin stopped and looked at them, "You rang little brother?"

"Where is Dumbledore's office?" Ron asked him.

"AH did little brother Ron get in trouble?" asked Fred with an evil grin.

"No I have to talk to him now!" Ron shot back.

"Two floors up, on the left, the entrance is the gargoyle!" Fred said and called as they left, "Password this week is Canary Creams!"

Following Fred's directions they found Dumbledore's office and said the password. Ron muttered, "madness." At the password and they went up the stairs.

They went in to find Fletcher talking with Dumbledore. Dumbledore looked surprised to see them, "Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger."

"Harry's gone!" Ron told him.

"What?" both Fletcher and Dumbledore stood up.

"He asked us to get him some books and when we got back he was gone!"

Dumbledore hung his head, "I didn't know he was capable of any of this!"

"We have to find him Professor!" Hermione begged.

Dumbledore nodded and opened his draw. He pulled out an old piece of parchment.

"That's-"

"The Marauder's Map," Hermione finished for Ron. They both went over to his desk to get a closer look.

"I trust you know how this works," Dumbledore gave it to Hermione. "I found it in Moody's room last year and I thought Harry might like it back, I forgot to give it to him though."

"I solemnly swear I am up to no good," Hermione took out her wand and tapped the Map. In a few minutes, the Map of Hogwarts appeared in front of them and everyone leaned in close to find Harry.

"Look!" Ron pointed.

There inside the statue of the one eyed witch was Harry. He was not moving, and seemed to be just sitting there.

"Shall we go and get him?" Dumbledore suggested.

"Mischief Managed," Hermione wiped the map clean and they went to the statue.

**

Harry thought no one would look here. He said the word and went in. He wasn't trying to escape, he just wanted to be left alone. He didn't see a problem with that. In his mind, he could see the worried faces of Ron, Hermione, Dumbledore and Fletcher. He saw their faces, their eyes full of pity for him. He hated it, everyone was worried about him. He wished they would just leave him alone but they didn't, they didn't understand.

He heard voices and looked at the back of the statue, someone was opening the statue. He got up and back away from the statue, he waited, maybe they didn't know the password and would just move on. He turned and ran though when he saw light. It was dark as he ran but he didn't care, he knew it was straight for awhile. He could hear the voices again, they were coming in. He keep running he didn't want them to find him, how did they find him? He looked back and slammed into something. He fell back landing painfully on the hard cold ground. What had hit him? He saw a great pair of eyes and then a tongue hit his face. Whatever it was, was now over him and happily licking his face.

"Sirius!" Harry groaned.

The dog transformed into his godfather Sirius Black. "Harry what are you doing?"

"Harry! Harry!" a few people's voices rang out.

He looked back and tried to get up but Sirius feeling that something was going on picked him up and held on to him.

Dumbledore, Fletcher, Ron and Hermione with their wands lit came down the passage a minute later.

"What are you doing in pajamas?" Sirius asked now able to see Harry clearly because of the wands.

"Harry? What are you doing down here?" Hermione asked.

"Are you alright?" Sirius asked getting concerned.

"I would like an explanation," Dumbledore told him.

"Are you hurt? What explanation does Dumbledore want?" asked a confused Sirius.

Everyone was looking at him. He turned his head in all directions, "STOP IT!" He yelled. "LEAVE ME ALONE!" He bumped into Ron as he struggled to run off. He got past a stunned Dumbledore and Hermione as just as he missed Fletcher's arm, the other one came out of no where and grabbed him.

"Not so fast," he held on with two hands now to his shoulders.

Harry struggled, "Let go of me! You have no right, let me go!" He yelled.

"Why are you in hospital pajamas?" Sirius asked.

"I don't have to answer to you!" Harry yelled.

"What is going on here?" Sirius going impatient yelled.

"Sirius please! Let us bring Mr. Potter back to the hospital wing and I will explain it all to you Sirius," Dumbledore said loudly.

Getting back to the hospital wing was no easy task. Fletcher had a good grab on Harry but he struggled, refused to move and tried to run away. He was determined not to go back to the hospital wing. Finally Sirius seeing Fletcher failing to control Harry he went over and grabbed him by the waist and put him over his shoulder.

"Let go!" Harry continued to struggled and he pounded on Sirius' back.

"Sorry Harry I don't know what's going on but you are going to give Fletcher a heart attack!" Sirius told him as he carried him.

They now went to the hospital wing without trouble. Back in the wing, Madam Pomfrey was relieved to see Harry. Sirius put him down on the bed and immendianity Harry rolled over and put his head under the pillows.

"Ron, Hermione, Fletcher could you please make sure Mr. Potter stays on the bed?" Dumbledore asked them. "I am going to explain to Sirius what is going on."

Sirius walked out as a dog and though Madam Pomfrey knew of his innocence, she was relieved when he left. She was still very wary of Sirius.

"YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO TELL HIM!" Harry yelled as Dumbledore was at the door.

"Why don't you inform him then Harry," Dumbledore suggested. Seeing that Dumbledore was delayed, Sirius walked back in not wanting to be alone in a corridor.

Harry rolled over, "Are you going to tell the school next?"

"Harry Potter!" Sirius said astonished that his godson would talk like that to Dumbledore.

"Sirius outside please," Dumbledore ignored Harry.

"SCREW YOU!" Harry yelled as Dumbledore turned to leave again. "Don't even bother coming back in here because I have NOTHING to say to you expect that I HATE YOU!"


Dumbledore didn't say anything about his last remark, he walked out with Sirius.

"Get the hell out of here all of you!" Harry yelled and he turned back over and stuck his head under the pillow.