A/N-Sakyra, or Sky as I call her is my muse. She doesn't like working sometimes, this is one of those times. She is really pissing me off, but if i dont do what she says my story will be lost in the eddies of the space/time continuum (An Eddy is a warp in which travels things through time for years and eventually come out at some random time.) I am sorry, really guys don't bail on me I will try and write a lot you'll know how writer's block gets right?

Chapter 13- Lost and Found

Harry got dressed in the morning, behind a curtain. Him and Hermione were going to breakfast after a night in the hospital wing. Last night he had heard a meeting of the Order of Phoenix. As he pulled his shirt on something fell out of its pocket, a note! It said,

Harry

I was serious about that offer, if anything is ever bothering you please feel free to talk to me. I really hope you will if anything bothers you, and ask Molly, (Mrs. Weasley) if you need my address, though I heard your owl was pretty reliable. Talk to you soon

~Annastasia 'Anya' Weasley~

He slipped it back in his pocket, he didn't know why Anya was being persistent on helping him, but he was glad to take it. He felt he could talk to her. He stepped out from behind the curtain, completely forgetting that Hermione was on the other side changing, but the sharp scream soon followed by Hermione's shouts of

"You idiot get back there!" made him remember, after a completely unintentional look at Hermione's bosom he leapt back behind the curtains. Madam Pomfrey ran in the room,

"Everything okay in here?" she asked, Hermione lied and said she saw a spider. Then told Harry it was okay for him to come out, and they left for breakfast. As they walked down the hall in silence, the feelings of mutual embarrassment begun to slip away, and the aroma of pancakes and sausage wafting down on them.

Harry suddenly heard something to the room on his left and quickly turned.

"What?" Hermione asked. Harry shushed her,

"I heard something in here, a voice." Harry looked around and then Hermione started to pull him away.

"C'mon we better go get something to eat." said Hermione, as she grabbed her robe to wipe away her eyes. Harry opened the door and Hermione followed him out, straightening out her robes.

"What were you two doing?" came a voice; it was Professor McGonagall.

"Nothing professor." said Harry quickly, but the professor didn't pay any attention to their cries of innocence.

"Alright you two, to the headmaster's office, immediately."

I think it is now safe to say they never got to eat breakfast.

A/N I know real short but I wanted to get this through, I started it last week, and I got sick, you know vomiting, 102 fever, pain, the whole nine yards, but I feel better now, even though I haven't been online since like two weeks ago, bye