Disclaimer: The characters and places and stuff belong to JKR. But for now, they are at my mercy. *evil grin* I'll return them as soon as I'm finished…maybe.

This is the sequel to "What Is Happiness?" To understand this story, you must first read that one. It is located at http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=946096

Nicky: Nah, I really doubt that Harry will be addicted to the potion. As for George, I haven't really made a decision about that. You'll just have to wait and see.

In this chapter: Uh-oh…

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At dinner that evening, Harry felt a great deal less tired, but he was still very upset. He, Hermione, and Ginny sat in their regular seats (Draco hadn't come to supper), but nobody spoke. In fact, many people in the Great Hall were quiet, as news of the argument between Harry and Draco had quickly spread.

Near the end of supper, McGonagall came up behind Hermione, across from Harry. There was an expression of pity in her eyes, and that angered Harry even more, though he didn't show it.

"Mr. Potter, the Headmaster would like to see you in his office," she said, softly. "Come with me, please."

Harry sighed and followed McGonagall out of the Hall. They went upstairs until they reached the gargoyle guarding Dumbledore's office. McGonagall spoke the name of some candy or another, and the statue stepped aside. Inside Dumbledore's office were the Headmaster, Remus, Sirius, Severus, and George, all with identical looks of concern on their faces.

"Harry, please, take a seat," Dumbledore requested.

There was an open space next to Sirius and Remus on the sofa, but instead of sitting close to them like he normally would have, Harry sat as far away as he could in the small space. Dumbledore steepled his fingers and spoke again.

"Harry, I asked you to come up here this evening because certain concerns have been brought to our attention. Concerns about the ways you are handling yourself after what happened last term. And as we examined the evidence, we discovered that we have those same concerns.

"You aren't eating right. You aren't sleeping enough. You've been having nightmares. You are quick to anger at times, yet at others, you are easily saddened and depressed. Sometimes you refuse to be around people, and other times, you become severely distraught if you are left alone. Sometimes you are easily scared, and others, you are fearless. It is as though you are two different people, Harry."

The whole time everyone stared at Harry, he didn't say a word. He just kept quiet and kept his gaze on his hands in his lap.

"Harry," Remus said, softly. "Have you...hurt yourself in any way? Have you tried to commit suicide, or just thought of it at all?" Harry shrugged his shoulders.

"Maybe," he said in a short, quiet voice.

"Harry, we're considering the possibility that you may need to be put under constant supervision," Severus told him, gently. Harry snorted and gave a lifeless laugh.

"Like I'm not already," he muttered, sarcastically. "For the past few months, I've had all of you, plus Draco, watching my every move, hovering over me like I'm going to break. Perhaps if I had more time to myself, I'd be handling things more the way you want me to."

"We were thinking more along the lines of withdrawing you from school for a while and tutoring you at home," Sirius replied. "That way, we could work at your own pace, and you wouldn't have to worry about other distractions. You really weren't given that much time over the summer to recuperate, and--"

"No," Harry cut him off, firmly. "I am not leaving school."

"It wouldn't be for long," Sirius assured him. "Not even for a whole term. But anyway, that's just one option."

"We wonder, Harry, how you will be able to participate in your extra-cirricular activities, when you are obviously exhausted," Dumbledore continued. "And we came to the conclusion that until you've recovered better, until you've slept and regained your strength, until you take care of yourself better...

"We will not allow you to participate in any extra activities. You will attend classes. You will attend meals. You will not participate in the Dueling Club. You will not participate in the new extra field-study classes. You will not go on the school Hogsmeade trips. You will not participate in Quidditch."

At this statement, Harry's eyes widened, and his mouth dropped open. He jumped up from his seat.

"You can't do that!" he protested. "I have to play Quidditch! I'm captain, and we already have to get five more players! You can't take--"

"We can, and we will, Harry," Sirius interrupted him. "Think of it as incentive to take care of yourself. The sooner you start getting yourself together, the sooner you can play Quidditch. You may not even have to miss the first match."

"You're permitted to help with trials," George added. "But aside from that, Ron will be handling your captain duties until you're able." Harry dropped back to the couch, his arms folded angrily across his chest.

"Meanwhile, we will all be keeping our eyes on you," Remus told him. "On some weekends, you and I will be going home with Dad and the kids. You will be watched at mealtimes, to make sure you're eating enough. There will be cameras, like Muggle surveillance cameras, in your room, so that we can see if you're sleeping well."

"You're still having nightmares, and you don't want to rely on Dreamless Sleep Potions because you think you'll become addicted," Dumbledore commented. "First of all, we want you to write down what goes on in your nightmares. It will make you feel better, if only a little bit, to get them out. Second, Severus is going to try to develop a potion that would be less addictive. Until then, you will be required to take the regular Dreamless Sleep Potion every third night, to ensure that you get some sleep."

"This is bull shite," Harry muttered, standing again. "I'm out of here."

He headed for the door, but Sirius grabbed him tightly by the upper arms, stopping him. Sirius stood and stared into Harry's wide, watery eyes.

"No, Harry, what's 'bull shite' is the fact that you don't seem to give a damn about anything anymore!" Sirius said, sharply. "You're slowly killing yourself, and you don't care--"

As Sirius's grip tightened, Harry jerked out of his grasp and slowly backed away, fear and shock written all over his face. After taking a few breaths, he stared back at Sirius and spoke in low, harsh tones.

"Don't ever touch me like that again," Harry whispered. "I am leaving now. Have fun thinking up more ways to control me."

With that, Harry left the office and ran towards Gryffindor Tower. On his way, he ran into Draco in the hallway. Harry's eyes flashed with anger.

"Are you happy now?" he asked, harshly. "They wanted to take me out of school! Then they decided I can stay in school, but I can't do anything! I can go to classes and meals. I can't do the Dueling Club. I can't take the field-study classes. I can't go on the school Hogsmeade trips. I can't play Quidditch. They're going to watch me at meals. They're going to watch me when I'm sleeping. Are you fucking happy now?"

Before Draco could get a word in, Harry ran away towards the Tower. Draco watched after him, shaking his head sadly as tears sprang to his eyes.

"It's for your own good," he whispered.