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A/N; In case of any confusion, Harry will be at the Burrow one day a week, at Silvermoon manor with the other Griffindors two days a week, and taught alone for the remaining two days.

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ABANDONED CHAPTER 17

The next day, Harry went to the Weasley's house for potions and care of magical creatures. After his stay there over the summer, Harry was glad to return there.

Care of magical creatures was good. Hagrid had intended to bring a chemera (Vicious, bloodthirsty mix between a lion, goat and dragon), but Mrs Weasley wouldn't allow it, so they spent the lesson in the garden having a gnome flinging competition.

Lunchtime allowed Harry to see Ginny briefly before she flooed off for her afternoon class. By the time potions came around, Harry was in a great mood.

The class were lined up in the barn, cauldrons in front of them. Snape marched up to the front of the room and began to bark off instructions for how to make their potion (a complex elixer used to test for viruses.)

Neville again melted his cauldron within 5 minutes of the class beginning.

"Stupid boy!" Snape yelled at him "clean this messs up NOW. Then sit over there in the corner and watch the class instead."

"that was so unfair.." Ron muttered to Harry

"Weasley." Snape barked at Ron "this may be you're...home.. but at the moment you are in MY class so kindly pay attention!"

"Yes sir." He responded, looking furious.

At the end of the class, Snape marched over to Harry and handed him several potions, saying loudly "Dreamless sleep and calming potions, we can't have the golden boy being kept awake by nightmares now, can we?"

Snape then stood, and turned away as though he was about to sweep from the room. He stopped suddenly, and grabbed his left arm reflexively just a pain shot through Harry's scar. Snape, paler than usual, took a deep breath and (with a glare at Harry) stormed out of the barn towards the main house.

People in the room looked at Harry who was also a shade paler and at the potions he was holding.

"Okay Harry?" Ron asked.

"Yeah, of course" Harry, mimicking Snape, took a deep breath and began to stuff his things into his bag.

People began to file out, leaving just Harry, Ron and Hermione. Ron and Hermione looked awkwardly at each other.

"Guys, I'm fine. I just - sometimes - have trouble sleeping. It's nothing".

Both Ron and Hermione knew full well that it was not nothing. "What about just now?"

Voldemort was summoning his death eaters.

"Oh"

After a bit more awkward staring the three of them left and walked up to the house. Thankfully it was now devoid of Snape and the other Griffindors.

"Want to stay for a snack Harry?" Mrs Weasley asked kindly as she saw him.

"No thanks. Sirius wants me to come straight home. He said I was to ask you if your family would like to come to the Manor for Dinner on Saturday though. It's hos birthday so we're, you know, having a little party thing. Oh, and you can come too Hermione."

"That would be wonderful thanks. Here I've just made this cake, take it back for you both to share."

"Thank you. Hermione?"

"I'd love to come."

"Cool. See you then." Harry then stepped into the fireplace and returned home.

"Harry was slightly surprised too see Remus around again. He and Sirius were in the kitchen bickering when Harry walked in.

"Hi guys!" Harry said brightly, plopping the cake and potions onto the table.

Both men jumped slightly, upon seeing him.

"See Remus. I told you I wasn't a bad influence on the boy. I told him to come straight home, and he actually did."

"Why weren't you watching the fireplace?"

Sirius stood suddenly and dashed out of the room about the poor quality floo - alarm.

"How was school?" Remus asked pleasently.

"Ok. We had a gnome tossing tournemant."

"Riiight."

"Yeah."

Remus gestured towards the potions and said "Dreamless sleep?"

"Yep"

"I meant what I said before Harry. If you want to talk, I'll listen. So will Sirius."

"I'm fine. Really." Some part of Harry realised that people only asked because they cared, but when were they going to realise? He didn't want to talk about the past. He had a home, friends..family. There was no point in dredging up the past. His new scars were fading quickly, and although he probably wasn't able to run a marathon yet, he felt ok.

Harry suddenly realised that he had been staring into space, and snapped his head up. Remus was giving him the same look that he had been given by Ron and Hermione.

"Did you speak to Dumbledore yet?"

"Yes. He said he hadn't been able to detect anything wrong with Yrelawney, but he would reassign somebody elase to teach you divination for a while if she makes you uncomfortable."

"Why, did I get that feeling from her then?"

Remus leaned back thoughtfully. ""Dumbledore thinks it may be that she touched you at a moment when she was in control of her emotions, you know, in teaching mode."

"And you?" harry asked, sensing that Remus disagreed

"You said that she touched you in order to provide comfort. That sounds like an emotional act to me. I don't know. Just be careful ok?" Remus looked like he was going to add something else but changed his mind.

"What?"

"It just seems a bit strange that's all."

"You think Dumbledore missed something?"

"I'm not sure."

Sirius came back in the kitchen looking annoyed. "If that thing breaks again then I'm writing to the shop for another one. We can't afford to have faulty safety equipment."

"You've fixed it?" Remus asked.

"Yes."

Remus stood, "I should get going then. I need to take some Wolfsbane potion before sunset to prepare for the full moon in a couple of days. See you later." And with that he left the house, leaving just Harry and Sirius.

After dinner the two sat in the front room. Harry was doing his homework, and Sirius was writing a long list on a piece of parchment. "What are you doing?" Harry asked

"Lesson plan for tomorrow."

"What are we doing?"

"I thought we would start with transfiguration and then history of magic. After that, want to try some quidditch?"

"really?"

"This house is quite secluded. If we stay fairly low we can have a mini quidditch match!"

Harry smiled. "I haven't been on a broom for ages! Although you do realise that I'll win don't you?"

"Oh yeah?"

"Definitely."

"I'm bigger than you. Longer arms for ball catching."

"My light weight will make me faster."

After about 5 minutes the conversation dissolved into a huge fight, which consisted of throwing cushions at each other across the room. Once it had ended and Harry was laying on the floor under about 6 cushions, he began to laugh more than he had in months.

Sirius came and dug him out, also laughing, which redoubled as he saw Harry's hair looking messier than usual, his glasses dangling off one ear and his tie knot just above his right shoulder.

The two of them pulled themselves back onto their chairs, panting with exertion.

When Harry got up the next morning went downstairs he began transfiguation with Sirius. They sat at the table side- by - side. Sirius decided they should turn some boring household objects in to works of art by using transfiguration.

"Minerva wanted me to show you how to use your imagination in transfiguration. Therefore I want something that I can put on the mantelpiece. It's a wizarding tradition. You display your child's first attempt at imaginative transfiguration, to embarrass them with when they have kids of their own."

"What did yours look like?"

"A big black dog." Sirius said impressively, indicating a miniature if Padfoot on the mantelpiece.

"Imaginative." Harry said with a very slight sarcastic edge.

"Not you too! Remus and James kept on saying it wasn't imaginative, it was a self -portrait. When will my work be awknowledged for the pure genius behind it!?" Sirius exclaimed impressively.

"It's a very nice figure."

"Thank you. Now, let's see if you can do any better smarty - pants."

After a talk by Sirius on what to do, Harry pointed his wand at the old boot in front of him concentrating hard on an object that he had many dreams of as a child. It began to take shape..there. Suspended on a large stand as to indicate that it was flying was a big motorbike, decorated with little lightning bolts.

Siuius' jaw dropped. "That was mine!"

"What?"

"That bike. I had a flying motorbike identical to that!"

"Really! When I was younger I had loads of dreams of it."

"You remember!?" Sirius looked quite delighted. "I used to take you flying in it when you were a baby. Scared your mum witless."

Suddenly, the dream image of the bike took on more depth. He could remember a voice talking to him kindly. He remembered laughing as a bird went past. He remembered someone flying alongside the bike on a broomstick.. A messy-black-haired someone. Their glasses sparkling in the sun.

"What?" Said Sirius curiously.

"I just remembered something."

"What?"

"We were on the bike together. My - My Dad was there. On a broomstick. He was laughing." Harry smiled, his first real memory of his parents.

Realisation dawned on Sirius's face. "It was your first birthday. I wanted to take you up, but James was worried, so he came too. I remember you laughing at the owl you're mum had just sent a letter on. I pretended that we were racing with it."

Sirius stood and placed it next to the big dog, then came and sat down again. He pulled out a book on the 'art' of transfiguration, and instructed Harry to take notes.

Behind Harry, there was a rushing sound. Someone had just appeared in the fireplace, before they could do anything, the person pointed her wand at them and yelled "Stupify!"

Harry awoke to see that he was lying on the floor of the dining room. A little way from him, Sirius was still unconscious. His hands tied together.

Harry stood shakily, and looked around for the attacker.

A/N sorry it's been so long! I warned you. I will try to be more prompt with my next update.