A/N: Hi guys. This is my second story. I hope people like it as much as my other one. No I haven't given up on Adjustements...this one was just demanding that I work on it also. I want to thank my beta reader Saavik for helping me and encouraging me to run with it. Hope everyone enjoys.

Oh yeah....to keep the powers that be happy: I Don't own them...wish I did but I don't sniffle

Sound of Silence Simon & Garfunkel ________________________________________________

Hello darkness, my old friend, I´ve come to talk with you again because a vision softly creeping, left its seeds while I was sleeping and the vision that was planted in my brain, still remains within the sound of silence

In restless dreams I walked alone, narrow streets of cobblestone neath the halo of a streelamp, I turned my collar to the cold and damp when my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light, split the night and touchend the sound of silence

And in the naked light I saw, ten thousand people, maybe more people talking without speaking, people hearing without litening people writing songs that voices never shared, and no one dared to stir the sound of silence

Fool, said I you do not know silence like a cancer grown hear my words and I might teach you take my arms then I might reach you but my words like silent raindrops fell and echoed in the well so silence

And the people bowed and prayed to the neon god they´d made and the sign flashed its warning in the words that it was forming and the sign said the words of the prophets are written on the subway walls and tenement halls and whispered in the sounds of silence
A/N: Just thought this song was fitting for Harry and this story...hence the title. (Thank you Saavik for suggesting it).
Harry slowly got up from the ground and rubbed his head. The last thing he remembered before falling to the ground was using the time turner to rescue Sirius. He knew that both he and Hermione had been successful but could not remember what happened after that. Harry had a feeling something horrific had taken place but for some reason the memory escaped him.

Harry dusted off and straightened his robes while looking around trying to figure out how he got onto the grounds outside of Hogwarts and near the Forbidden Forest. Once he realized where he was at his past experiences with the creatures that lived in the forest, - namely large spiders that viewed children as a snack, - flashed through his mind and he quickly took giant steps back to put as much distance between himself and the terrifying forest as he could. Once the fear receded, a question that had been niggling at the back of his consciousness made itself known. 'Where is Hermione?'

The last time he remembered seeing her they were together. Just as he spun around to begin his frantic search, he collided with a firm barrier that turned out to be the figure of an unhappy wizard, before he could look up to see who he had run into, a deep, silky voice reached his ears.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't the famous Mr. Potter." Professor Snape spat. "Fifty points from Gryffindor for being out after curfew." there was a moments hesitation and rather then more points being deducted like Harry suspected, he heard his professor squeak "H.Harry?"

Severus Snape had been soundlessly prowling the grounds outside of Hogwarts like he had a tendency to do when the tension began to build and the nightmares became too much. Lately he had found himself outside at night more times a week then he was inside. The fresh, crisp, cool air helped clear his mind and allowed him to relax. At the beginning of his third and last lap around, he noticed movement at the edge of the Forbidden Forest. He narrowed his eyes and could just make out the form of a small boy. By the small stature he guessed that it was a first year. He felt his anger mount as he realized that some foolish child had been stupid enough to not only ignore the warnings to not be outside after nightfall, but was also dumb enough to be alone and by the Forbidden Forest of all places! 'Doesn't the child have any common sense or instinct for self preservation?' He thought darkly to himself.

Still unable to identify the boy and unwilling to announce he presence, lest the boy make a run for it (he really was too tired to chase the miscreant) he soundlessly made his way over to stand behind the child. Just as he was about to reach out and grab the boy's shoulder, the child spun around and walked right into him.

His first response was to deduct points for this act of stupidity, but all of a sudden his mind caught up with his mouth. He couldn't get his mind to accept the fact that the boy he was scolding was none other than Harry Potter. He knew he must look ridiculous standing there with his mouth hanging open but he couldn't get any of his muscles to work.

Snape's thoughts were in a whirlwind of confusion and still unable to get his vocal chords unglued, the frazzled wizard did the only thing he could think of and grabbed the small boy's arm and begin to drag him to the castle with every intention of bringing him to the headmaster.

"Stop!" Harry yelled uselessly. "What are you doing? You don't understand I have to find Hermione." With no response other than the grip tightening around his arm he began to struggle even harder.

Feeling the boy trying to wriggle from his grasp and hearing the distress edging Harry's voice snapped the older wizard back to his senses. "Stop fighting child" he said with weariness bleeding into his voice. He loosened his grip but did not let go entirely. "I am merely bringing you to speak with Professor Dumbledore." He finished and again started guiding the boy to the castle.

Harry dug in his heels and began to try and pull his arm away from his potion master. "Wait! What about Her." But before he could finish Snape had whirled around and locked eyes with Harry.

"Your friend is fine." He said with irritation. But upon seeing the confusion swirling in the bright, emerald eyes he relaxed his stance and softened his voice "Just come with me. I assure you that Dumbledore will explain everything."

Harry searched the older wizard's face. For what he wasn't sure but he caught a glimpse of an emotion he couldn't identify. Not sure why he was trusting the man who had gone out of his way to make his life miserable for three years, he hesitantly nodded his head and allowed the older wizard to once again lead him back to the school.

A/N: Don't worry if everything did not make sense. It will by the end of the next few chapter (well in honesty in should make sense after the next chapter). Can anyone guess where I am going with this yet? Ok.quick note.this is getting very irritating. I keep centering things.using italics and ect. And then when I post my story looks completely different. Can somebody tell me what I am doing wrong before I tear my hair out?? Help