The Christmas Holidays were over in quick time, and the snow began to lessen, promising Herbology, and cold shivering; lessons in the slimy Dungeons. The snow drifted heavily onto the mountaintop, making my footing slip, eventhough I thought they were secure in the crevasses.

I walked in the damp cold cave; my footsteps echoing and he (as a dog) shook himself off, and transformed. His hair was a mess, within a thousand snow flurries, his hair was dripping wet, as the fire's embers began to illuminate the cave, and the wood began to smolder.

I turned around, and saw a miniscule rat curl up in a ball by the fire snuggling itself. "Look daddy, that rat's really cute." "What rat?" He asked, looking around as if to see someone suspicious.

"Down there, getting warm by the fire." He walked around, and looked down, and picked it up.

"Pettigrew, he hissed. "What are you doing here?" He held it rather tightly, a little too tightly.

It squeaked, eyeing him sweetly with his beady little eyes.

"Pettigrew? Isn't he that guy that-?"

"Yes," He answered looking at the rat.

"Framed me the little bastard." He spat. "Hand me your wand Sidney." He said. I handed it to him. He muttered a spell I couldn't make out, and the rat turned into a balding old man.

Sirius gripped him hard around the throat.

"Voldermort send you?" He asked. Pettigrew didn't answer.

"DID HE SEND YOU?" He bellowed. I cringed, never hearing that viciousness in his voice before.

"Yes, he sent me." He answered his voice small, breathless.

"Who were you after?" He asked, his voice calmer.

Pettigrew pointed a weak finger at me. I backed up, scared.

"He can't hurt you Sidney, trust me."

I felt my arm sear in pain. Tears began welling up in my eyes.

"Daddy?" I asked weakly. He turned his gaze onto me.

"My scar's burning." I fell to the floor unconscious.

Ten miles away, Harry looked at his best friend Ron.

"My scar's hurting again." He said weakly.

"Worse then before?" asked Ron, beginning to look scared.

Harry nodded. "Should we get you to Madame Promfrey?" Ron asked.

"Dumbledore, now." He said, gritting his teeth in pain.

"Hermione!" Ron called. She ran down the stairs.

"I heard, I was coming already, are we going to the Hospital Wing?"

"Dumbledore, and we better get a move on." Ron answered.

They entered his office holding Harry up Dumbledore came over, a worried look on his face.

"What's going on?" He asked. "My scar's burning really bad, it's like in my fourth year, when Voldermort could touch me, but worse."

"Harry, sit down." Ron and Hermione eased him into a chair.

"I'm not entirely sure why this happens to you my boy, but we're going to try and figure it out."

Harry couldn't possibly speak though the pain, so he nodded.

"Close your eyes," He said gently.

A vision of Sirius and I flashed before his eyes.

"Pettigrew!" His voice croaked.

"Where?" Chorused Dumbledore, Ron, and Hermione together.

"In the cave, atop Hogsmeade!"

"You stay here with Harry, I'll be back."

In the blink of an eye Dumbledore had vanished.