Chapter Five Okay people, fifth chapter. I'd like to thank all my beta-readers, and say thanks to everyone who reviewed. This chapter is a little strange, because I had Writers Block when I wrote it, but I worked and worked, and I think it should be okay.BTW, Remember to give permission to Tygrestick to let her use your fanfiction on her pages, okay?

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Chapter Five

As the trio walked out of the opening behind the bookcase in Dumbledore's office, a dog came running up, stopped in front of Harry, and transformed back into Sirius Black. He knelt by Harry, and grabbed him by the shoulders, about to pull him into a hug. Harry immediately began to fight him, thrashing about wildly. Sirius let go, shocked, and looked at Dumbledore.

"What's wrong with him?" He asked hoarsely, gesturing to Harry, who was huddled up in the corner, shaking. Dumbledore looked quickly at Harry, before turning to Snape, who was scowling horribly at Sirius.

"Did he say anything to you, Severus?" Dumbledore asked slowly.

Snape shook his head.

"I didn't really expect him to, Albus. We don't exactly get along, as you might have guessed." The last part was a tad sarcastic. Severus was still smarting over the fact that he seemed to have become temporary guardian to Harry.

"Yes, but he hasn't said anything since he's been awake. He hasn't asked about anyone, didn't reply to me when I was talking to him, and he's been extremely jumpy. That and his reactions to being touched… I think maybe we should get Poppy to examine him again." Sirius nodded, and turned back into the dog. They walked out, making sure Harry followed. Severus briefly entertained the thought of kicking Sirius while he was a dog, but decided against it. 'It might make Dumbledore a bit upset,' Snape thought. Sirius however, did not seem to have come to the same conclusion. He nipped Severus' heels whenever Dumbledore was not looking, and Snape was quickly rethinking his decision. 'Really, he's worse than Mrs. Norris,' Snape thought, disgusted. Although he would never admit it, he found Mrs. Norris just as annoying as some of the students, and longed to give her a good kick up the backside. Snape had just decided that the next time Sirius bit him he would receive one royally painful kick, when they reached the Hospital Wing. Harry was watching them all warily, Severus noticed with a shock, and he had his wand in his hand. Dumbledore ushered them all into the Wing, and called for Madam Pomfrey, who came bustling out, looking ready for anything. When she saw Harry, she groaned, muttered something about how he should just live in the Wing, and told him to sit on one of the beds.

"What is wrong now, Dumbledore?" she asked, pulling out all manner of weird and wonderful pieces of equipment.

"He hasn't spoken a word, and he seems to be unusually jumpy," Dumbledore told her. She glanced up at him sharply, then turned to Harry. After trying to get him to hold still several times without success, she sighed, raised her wand, and stupefied him. Sirius, still a dog, growled at her, but she simply shushed him.

"If I'm going to find out what is wrong with him, I need to be able to examine him." She told Sirius severely. He whined, and lay down, his tail between his legs. Snape sneered at him, disgusted at the way he was acting. Poppy checked Harry from head to toe, then woke him. Harry immediately sat up, and scowled, his eyes looking at the three staff and dog darkly.

"Harry, could you tell me what day it is please?" Madam Pomfrey asked briskly. Harry simply stared at her then turned away and looked out the window. The matron sighed.

"I was wondering if this would happen," She said gloomily. "I guess it should be expected, after all he's been through…"

"What's wrong?" Dumbledore asked, concern flickering in his eyes.

Poppy sighed again, then told them that Harry was in a kind of shock.

"Harry…Harry has a certain type of amnesia. It's very rare, and only occurs in Wizards. He has had so many terrible things happen to him already, and his Uncle was the last straw. Because of it, he has attempted to block out all the bad memories of his, but because of his injuries he didn't succeed in his attempt. He can remember what has happened, but all his memories are warped, and he doesn't know if the information he remembers is true or not, so he simply does not trust us. I'm not really surprised. After all, how can you trust other people when you can't even trust yourself?"

Dumbledore nodded slowly, sorrow in his eyes. "I suspected as much."

Poppy glanced at the dog on the floor as it began to howl.

"That dog is very intelligent, isn't it?" She said. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say it could understand what we're saying." Shaking her head, she walked out of the room.

"He can go to classes if he wants, it would probably help him. I'll have to look through my books to find a cure, it's been a while since I've seen a case like this." She called over her shoulder. Harry immediately got up and started to head to the door, handling his crutches like a professional. He stopped to grab the books that Severus had placed on the front bench, and then was gone.

Snape hurried towards his next class.

'This just isn't my day,' He thought savagely. 'First Potter, now I have to teach those idiotic friends of his!' He grinned then. 'At least Potter won't be there. Without his timetable to tell him where to go, and with him not speaking, he'll just wander around the school aimlessly!' Snape stalked into his classroom, noting the abnormally large amount of noise, and looked around for the cause. His heart sank. Sitting in one of the back rows, with all the Gryffindor's in the room surrounding him, was Harry. They were bombarding him with questions, and he looked about ready to curse the lot of them. His eyes lifted to meet Severus' sending a clear message. Help me. Snape stood there for a moment, then took a deep breath and bellowed,

"IF EVERYONE, AND I MEAN EVERYONE IS NOT BACK IN THEIR SEATS IN TWO SECONDS, YOU WILL HAVE NIGHT DETENTION WITH ME UNTIL YOU GRADUATE!"

There was a rush for places. In a moment everyone had found a place and were seated, but around Harry. Snape grinned nastily, and sneered at the class.

"Oh no. I am not having you lot whispering all through my lesson. All of you will move up to the front benches, except for Harry." The Gryffindors muttered darkly amongst themselves, but did as the Professor said, fearing detention.

"Alright class, get your things ready. Today we are attempting to make a truth potion called Honto no Koto. It originates from Japan, and is similar to Veritaserum, but not as powerful. You will have to listen carefully, and I suggest you take notes, as this may appear on the OWLs test. You will be needing these ingredients…"

Harry was only half listening to Snape as he listed the things needed for the potion. He knew something was wrong with him and he didn't like it, whatever it was. He had memories of people and events, but there were problems with them. Details were missing from his memories, and things did not add up. The fact that his own mind could not be trusted made him nervous. One part of him said that the dog who had transformed into a man was Sirius Black, a falsely convicted murderer, and his godfather. Another part said that, no, that was impossible, Sirius Black had killed his parents, and was not an animagus.

Harry realised with a start that the other students had started making the potion. No matter how messed up he was, one thing was clear. The OWL's were this year, and he was already behind. He slowly started to chop up the salamander tail, and measured out the beetle eyes. He mixed the potion slowly, then left it to simmer, and started to stare out the window.

"Harry, you will see me after class."

The aforementioned boy jerked awake to see Snape standing over him. He stared at him for a moment, then, deciding that he was not a threat as yet, he nodded. The rest of the class was buzzing with discussion, some wondering why Snape wanted Harry to see him after class, some muttering about not getting to talk to Harry. Professor Snape turned and glared, the threat of detention in his eyes, and the class promptly fell silent. He stalked to the front and handed out the homework (an essay on a three foot piece of parchment, about the properties and uses of Honto no Koto), and dismissed the class. As the class filed out of the room, Draco Malfoy stopped beside Harry's desk.

"I guess you're weaker then I thought, Potter. Can't even stand up to your muggle Uncle." Malfoy snickered as Harry stared at him. Slowly he stopped and started to fidget as Harry continued to stare at him.

'What is it with him? He's looking at me as if he can see exactly what I'm thinking…" Malfoy thought, then started as he felt a hand fall onto his shoulder.

"I suggest that you get a move on, Mr. Malfoy, unless you want to volunteer to clean up this room tonight…"

Snape watched the boy scuttle out of the room, and shook his head. He knew Malfoy had some slight talent, but he'd never get anywhere if he didn't learn to control his maliciousness, at least enough to be bearable. Somewhere in the back of his mind a little voice snickered and told him in a rather nasty voice that he perhaps he should put that little idea into practice first. Severus shook his head and turned towards Potter.

Harry fidgeted under the Professor's gaze.

'Why is he looking at me like that? You would think I'd grown another head…" Harry thought, annoyed.

"How did you do it, Potter?" The sudden noise in the otherwise quiet classroom made Harry jump and glance at Snape nervously.

'Do what? All I did was fall asleep, and that isn't too hard…Maybe Snape's an insomniac…' Harry realised that Snape was talking again, and dragged his concentration back to the teacher.

"…Normally in the Sixth Year's curriculum, not even Granger managed to get it perfect, and yet you did. How?"

This time it was Harry's turn to stare at Snape as if he had grown another head.

'What's he talking about? All you have to do is mix a bunch of things together in the proper order…'

Snape glared at Harry for a moment when he didn't answer, then dismissed him. Harry walked out of the classroom slowly, fumbling with his crutches slightly.

Snape watched him go and sighed, running one hand through his greasy hair.

'How did he manage that? Potter's never been that good at potions…and come to think of it, how did he know which class he had, and just who put that charm on his Uncle?' Severus thought, remembering how Harry had been sitting in the classroom waiting, and the Choking Charm he had had to remove from the grossly fat man who was Harry's Uncle. In all the excitement Severus had forgotten to tell Dumbledore about it, and wondered if he should tell Dumbledore about these events. Making up his mind, headed for the Headmaster's Office.