Hey! Omg, I am soo sorry for not updating sooner. Highschool hockey season has started and has started to control my life. The only reason this chapter is up now is because I'm sick. Anyway, I'm so sorry this is short but I wanted the next part to all be together. So I'm thinking two more chapters in this story! Should be up soon, I do have it all written, that was one problem with this chapter. Thanks to everyone who has reviewed, I included Sirius in this for everyone who asked about him!

Classes resumed after lunch but Harry while he was supposed to be in Charms went down to the hospital wing to visit Sirius. Madam Pomfrey had informed him last time he had tried to come and visit that he would be awake that day.

Down in the hospital wing though it was empty. The curtains that had been around Sirius' bed were now against the wall. There was no sign of his godfather.

"Where's Sirius?" Harry asked as Madam Pomfrey came by but had not taken notice of him.

"Professor Lupin came by and took him home. Students were starting to wonder who was in here," she told him.

"Did he wake up?" asked Harry.

"He did."

"How was he?"

"His stubborn usual self," Madam Pomfrey said and went into her office. Harry stood there not believing that Sirius was gone. Madam Pomfrey came out of her office surprised to still see Harry. "Shouldn't you be in class?"

Harry turned on his heel and left.

Feeling slightly empty Harry was in no mood to go to classes. He went back up to Gryffindor Tower and sat in front of the fire reading his father's diary. His target tonight would be Snape and Harry smiled slightly as he came to an entry, which described some of the best things to do to a Potions classroom.

After dinner, which he didn't attend, Harry made sure Snape was not in any of the classrooms and went to work brining everything he had. Still holding his father's diary he set to work and for 3 hours, he worked using his father's ideas to improve the room. He had to levitate himself from the middle of the room to the door when he was done as to not set off any of the charms and not get stuck himself.

When he got back to Gryffindor Tower there were a few people still up but he didn't see Ron and Hermione. He didn't stay to chat with Dean and Seamus who were still up but when to his dorm to find Ron asleep. He got ready for bed and fell asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.

**

"I want him out!" Severus Snape was not having a good morning. He had arrived at Hogwarts early in the morning after attending a Death Eater meeting. He was dead tired but had gotten up to get something from his classroom to find it a mess. A mess was an understatement; he had been hit with water and bubotubor pus before he opened the door. Inside, he didn't dare go in yet, the cauldrons were hanging upside down and all his papers were flying around the room. Phases were on the walls insulting him, the Slytherins, and a big Gryffindor banner was in the middle of the room. The annoying Hogwarts song was being played but by who he didn't know. "I want him out!" He said again knowing exactly who did this.

"Ah I'm afraid you can't be granted that wish," Dumbledore walked down the stairs. He had seen Harry at breakfast and had seen him look very happy and he knew that something was wrong. He had a feeling that it had to do with Severus so he can down to see if anything was wrong.

"This has gone too far," Snape hissed. "I want him in detention for a year."

"Severus what is the point?" Dumbledore sighed deeply; "He wouldn't show."

"Then take away the thing he loves more than anything!"

"What so your precious Slytherins can win?" Harry who had seen Dumbledore leave followed him. He had been waiting nearby to make his presence known.

"You!" Snape spat.

"Me."

"Dumbledore I feel like Potter should be deprived of Quidditch until he snaps back into reality and stops these foolish games," Snape said more professionally.

"Just so his Slytherins don't have to play me," Harry laughed. "I'm not the reason you lose all the time. I suggest you get another rich kid to be your Seeker and make sure his daddy buys the team Firebolts. That might do you some good."

"My motives are not always for Slytherin to win. I am looking out-"

"For the best interests of someone? Of who?" Harry interrupted. "I suggest before blood is shed that Harry you go back up to breakfast," Dumbledore stepped in between the two. "Actually I'll walk you up Harry I'd like a word with you."

"I have nothing to say to you," Harry said evenly and walked back up to the Great Hall.

"I'm going to kill him before this year ends," Snape growled.

"You dealt with James Potter for 7 years," Dumbledore said, "you can deal with Harry without killing him."

**

In the middle of November Gryffindor played Slytherin. Upon Harry's arrival back to school he quickly took up the rein's of Captain and got his team prepare to play Slytherin. Harry wasn't concerned, the players who had been reserves last year were now starting but with the practice they had last year working with Alicia and Katie Harry felt they were well prepared to win the Quidditch Cup.

Around 10:30am the team was in the locker rooms preparing. Harry wasn't nervous at all and by the looks of it neither was Ron or Joe Howe. The four new players, Dean, Seamus and two third year twins Katie and Megan looked green. Harry stood near the door with his Firebolt and watched the stands start to fill.

"Alright team," Harry stood before them about 20 minutes later. "We can beat Slytherin, I know we can. All we have to do is focus and play like we have been in practice. You two," he pointed at the twins, "use your size to your advantage. The Slytherins are all big and clumsy. Dean and Seamus make sure you protect the Chasers and Keeper. Lets go!"

They all cheered. Harry with Ron next to him led the way out onto the field. They lined up. Harry shook Malfoy's hand hard and Malfoy returned it. Both seemed to trying to break each other's hand.

The game started. Harry as usual rose high in the air and quickly started to look for the Snitch. He flew around watching the game intently. He smiled as he watched Joe Howe a fourth year score two goals and take control of the other two Chasers. Joe, Harry realized was good at making plans, he signaled to the other two Chasers and in about 10 minutes all three Chasers had scored again.

It was 70-0 when 2 of the Slytherin chasers and one beater advanced to the Gryffindor goal posts and before Harry could get down to Ron to help out the beater hit the Bludger towards Ron. Ron hit the goal post and fell no longer on his broom. Eyes now wide open Harry dove. He raced his friend to the ground. As he fell Ron was coughing due to lack of air, the Bludger knocked the wind out of him. The wind was blowing in his face so fast he could barely see. Reaching out he grabbed Ron's robe and quickly used the other hand to keep a hold on Ron. Gently he made it to the ground and put Ron down. He had to end the game now, there was no reserve Keeper and Ron was doubled over in pain in both his stomach and back. Harry went back into the air as Madam Pomfrey came out to help Ron.

Harry resumed his position high in the air as the Gryffindors and teachers cheered him on for saving Ron. Harry took no notice of it as his eyes darted around the field looking for the Snitch. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Megan score and then the Slytherins get control of the Quaffle. He turned sharply to the Gryffindor goal posts and then back to the Slytherins. He couldn't let the Slytherins score so easily; he couldn't let their plan work. As they came near the goal posts Harry made his way to them. Harry was coming up to them from behind; he needed to hurry if he wanted to stop the goal. Just as the Slytherin Chaser lazily threw, the Quaffle Harry lowered himself on his broom so he could go faster and shot through the goal posts. He swiftly turned his broom and the Quaffle hit it. Harry not even sure if he could do this grabbed the Quaffle and Katie came over. He tossed it to her and she went off to pass it to Joe who flew over to the posts with it, and dumped it off to Megan who scored.

Harry remained at the goal posts; he could look for the Snitch here. Malfoy was near the middle of the Pitch above the game looking around for it. The game went on for another half an hour; Harry had stopped two or the three shots the Slytherins had shot at him, all aiming for his head. He never stopped looking for the Snitch but not once did he look at Malfoy for he knew that most times Malfoy didn't see it.

Harry was looking down when the game was 120-20 and he saw little wings of gold. Not caring where the Quaffle was he dove. The Snitch was near the ground. Malfoy seeing Harry dive went after him but his Nimbus 2001 was no match for Harry's Firebolt still the best broom around. Harry must have misjudged where the Snitch was because as he came upon it, it was still below him. Instead of turning his broom, he tried to reach down and get it. His arm wasn't long enough. With Malfoy gaining on him, Harry turned upside down on his broom and now looking up at the Snitch he caught it easily. He turned right side up and held the Snitch up high for everyone to see. He let loose a smile, Quidditch games; it was probably the only thing that could get him in a good mood expect for Hermione and tricks.

**

December came and it brought snow every night. Hogwarts was buried in snow. Harry didn't mind he liked the snow. He charmed snowballs to hit off of every teacher and a dozen to hit off of Dumbledore. He also charmed snow to dump on Professor Snape while he slept. While Harry stood outside the dungeons he heard Snape yell and he knew the snow had done its job.

Harry was walking up to the Gryffindor common room after dinner one evening when he saw Draco Malfoy along with Crabbe and Goyle standing near the staircase. They seemed to be waiting for someone and Harry could only guess who.

"Potter," Malfoy said in his drawing voice. "I heard that you cried like a baby."

"Malfoy," Harry exchanged the greeting, "I heard… wait no I saw your father bend down and kiss Voldemort's robes. When you are going to join the ranks of the fools who kiss someone's feet? That's all you are, that's all your father is."

Malfoy was about to reply when he saw Professor Dumbledore behind Harry. With a look Malfoy went down the stairs to go to the dungeons. Harry turned around. He gave Dumbledore a look and was about to leave when Dumbledore's hand shot out and grabbed him by the shoulder. "Sorry Harry but I was wondering if you would walk with me?"

Harry rolled his eyes, "If it will get you to leave me alone for oh I don't know a century sure."

They walked down a corridor. Dumbledore looked around, the hall was empty, "I was wondering if you would consider rejoining the Order?"

"Um, let me think about that one for a moment," Harry said rolling his eyes again. "No."

"Why not?" Dumbledore asked him.

"I'm not in the business anymore," Harry told him.


"Of course you are," said Dumbledore. "Harry try and you might to forget what you have done, you will always be 'in the business.'"

"Keep on thinking that one," Harry said. "You won't find me in another battle."

Dumbledore stopped walking. Harry went on ahead without looking back. "That's what I was afraid of." Dumbledore whispered to himself. "Oh what am I going to do?"