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A/N: Okay here's the seventh chapter of this story! By the way, I have a new idea for a story, which will be called: Azkaban Kisses. Look out for it! (It'll probably come out sometime between now and the beginning of September. I'll give you a sneak peek:
During the summer after Harry Potter's fifth year, Albus Dumbledore gets murdered. The ministry investigates and finds three clues leading up to the same suspect: Harry Potter. Harry gets sent to Azkaban, where he awaits the dreadful Dementor's Kiss. Is he innocent? Or did he really kill the headmaster of Hogwarts?

A/N: Well, whatcha think?? Should I really write it!? Please add your thoughts to a review. I would really appreciate it!!!!!!

Okay, on to the story

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Ron Weasely and Neville Longbottem sat in the Great Hall at the Gryffindor table talking quietly. Neville had tears streaming down his cheek and Ron was patting him on the back.

"But, he didn't look that old!" Neville cried.

"I'm sorry, but he just sadly died." Ron said. "Midnight died as soon as we reached Gryffindor common room.

"But," Neville sobbed. "He seemed to like Hedwig so much!"

"Yeah, well, I need to get going!" Ron got up and stared at the sensitive boy. "At least it wasn't Hedwig who died."

"Yeah, I guess you're right. See you in class," Neville waved absently at the redhead.

"Yeah, bye," Ron got up and ran out of the Great Hall. He sadly thought about never seeing his best friend again. Well, he would see and remember him, but he would never be able to talk to him. He reached the portrait of the pink fat lady sooner than he expected since he wasn't thinking about it.

"Password?" the portrait asked slowly.

"Purple Wand," Ron said. He had no clue whatsoever on why Hermione chose that as a password, but he never remembered to ask her when he saw her.

Ron climbed into the Gryffindor common room and walked over to the fireplace, patiently waiting for Hermione to come out of her dormitory.

After about five minutes of staring into the fire, Ron heard the familiar shout of Hermione Granger.

"Ron!" Hermione cried. "Harry had a vision."

"And how the heck did he tell you about it?" Ron snorted. He was still staring at the fire, so he didn't know the answer was right behind him yet.

"Uh, I told her about," Harry said slowly, making Ron jump at least a foot in the air.

Ron turned around quickly. "Harry?!" he cried. "What happened? I thought you couldn't change back into yourself!"

"Well, apparently he found a way," Hermione said quickly. "But that's not the most important thing right now."

"And what is?" Ron asked, glaring at Hermione. Wasn't knowing Harry was human again the most important thing right now?

"Like I said, Harry had a vision." Hermione said impatiently.

"About what?" Ron asked.

"About Voldemort," Harry said, watching Ron wince at the name.

"What?" Ron said, shocked, after wincing.

So, for the next five minutes, Harry explained the vision he had. At the end, Ron looked ready to faint.

"Voldemort is more powerful!?" Ron said in disbelief. "It just can't be true!!!!"

"Well, apparently it is," Harry said quietly.

"But it might be just a trap," Hermione said hopefully. "Remember last time." Hermione quickly stopped when she saw the look on Harry's face. He clearly didn't want to be reminded about the death of his one and only godfather.

After a couple moments of silence, Harry spoke up. "Well, there is a way to find out."

"And what is that?" Hermione asked curiously.

"We can wait," Harry said. "And see if Voldemort attacks."

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"Harry?!" a voice shouted that night at dinner. "Is that you?"

Harry whirled around to see Ron's sister, Ginny Weasely standing behind him; her chocolate brown eyes wide because of shock.

"Yeah," Harry smiled slightly.

"Where the heck were you?" Ginny cried. By now, almost everybody in the room was looking towards Harry, all of them with open mouths, wide eyes, and hopeful expressions on theirs faces. Well, almost everybody except the Slytherins, who were looking like they were considered the nicest and sweetest person of all time. Which was a bad thing, if you were a Slytherin that is.

"Everywhere," Harry replied truthfully. He had probably flown around the whole world in the past year.

"Huh?" Draco Malfoy had walked towards Harry, along with Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle who were at the time looking absently around the Great Hall, pointing out to each other the sweets that littered the five long tables.

"I mean exactly what I said," Harry glared at Malfoy, green eyes versus gray eyes.

"How, what did you do, complain to people about your scar, hoping that they would pick you up and take you somewhere? You were a hitchhiker?" Malfoy said that last part as if Harry was a young kid who might not know what a hitchhiker was.

"No I didn't," Harry said coldly. "I happened to have flew around the world."

"You flew?" Malfoy said, surprised. "On your broom?"

"No," Harry said slowly. "With wings."

Malfoy found this very funny, so he started to laugh. Crabbe and Goyle, who always seemed to do as Malfoy did, joined in quickly.

"With wings?!" Malfoy said between laughs. "Did you fly on the back of a hippogriph?" Malfoy suddenly stopped laughing. "On an escaped hippogriph, maybe?"

"No, I didn't fly with the help of a hippogriph. Especially not on an escaped hippogriph. Though, I don't know what you mean by that." Harry said coldly.

"Oh, I think you do," Malfoy spat. "Maybe this name will help you remember: Buckbeak

Ron and Hermione quickly ran to Harry's side as he rose his arm in a way that said he was going to retaliate. They grabbed both of his arms.

"Harry, no," Hermione whispered. "Stop it!"

"He knows," Harry whispered back. "I don't know how, but he knows about Buckbeak and......" Tears came to Harry's eyes when he couldn't finish the sentence. Ron and Hermione noticed this immediately.

Hermione glanced up at the teachers' table and saw all of them, except Snape, watching the talking duel with calm faces. They seemed to do this on orders from Dumbledore because Snape looked like he was doing everything he could to not run to Harry and Malfoy to take points away from Gryffindor and give Harry a months worth of detention.

Through the calm expressions the teachers were wearing, Hermione, and now Harry and Ron, could see surprised and shock expressions, since Harry was back. But also, they could see extremely hopeful expressions, very much like the students.

"Harry," Hermione whispered, finally letting go of Harry. "Are you okay?"

"Yes," Harry responded quietly, but Hermione noticed sadly that Harry had a single tear slowly trying to work it's way out of Harry's right eye, knowing that Harry was doing all he could do to keep it in his eye.

"Well," Malfoy said. "That seemed to get you mad which can only mean one thing: You helped that stupid, worthless oaf to set Buckbeak free." Malfoy put on a smug smile and quickly walked out of the Great Hall, before anybody had a chance to react.

"Urg," Hermione said. "I hate him."

"So does everyone!" Ron exclaimed. "Oh, hello Professor Dumbledore."

"Hello, Mr. Weasely." Dumbledore said, who had just walked towards the trio. "May I have a word with Mr. Potter?"

Harry, who didn't respond and was currently looking absently at the enchanted ceiling, had finally lost the battle with his tears and had silent tears running down his cheeks.

"Or, maybe this isn't a good time?" Dumbledore turned back to Ron. "Please tell him to come to my office tomorrow morning."

"Okay," Ron said to the headmaster and turned towards Harry.

"Harry," Hermione whispered, but Harry seemed to have lost his sense of hearing and continued crying and looking at the stars of the sky. "We have to get back to the common room. Dumbledore decided this was a good time to leave the trio and walked back to his place at the teachers' table.

"Harry!" Hermione pleaded. "Look at me!"

Harry finally looked at Hermione and she almost started crying at the sight of the boy-who-lived crying. It was the first time she saw him do it. The tears were silent; it wasn't like he was bawling or anything, but it was still just a devastating sight.

"Harry?" Ron asked. "Are you okay?"

And as the few people who saw Harry crying watched him leave the Great Hall without answering his best friend, still with tears running down his cheeks, they felt that if somebody like the boy-who-lived cried, there was no chance of the threat of Voldemort ever going away.

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Once Harry was safely in the common room, away from all of Hogwarts eyes, he sat in his favorite chair in front of the fireplace and curled up in a ball, knees to his chest and head to his knees, silent tears coming out of his eyes. He hadn't really cried before, but he felt like he just had to, now that Sirius was gone.....

"Harry?" Hermione had just entered the common room, along with Ron, and they were both looking worried. "Are you okay?"

"Just go away," Harry mumbled. "Please."

"But Harry, we want to help you get through this!" Hermione cried. "We do!"

"Don't!" Ron whispered as he stepped on Hermione's foot. "Just let him be for awhile!"

"Listen to Ron!" Harry suddenly shouted. "Go away!"

"But Harry!" Hermione repeated.

"You can't help me," Harry said. "So just go away."

"Fine," Hermione sighed, finally giving up. "But please come to up when you're okay."

"Yeah," Harry said quietly. "I will."

"Okay, see you then," Ron said as he pulled Hermione up the staircase leading to the dormitories.

When Harry knew that both of them were in their dormitories, he sighed and finally stopped crying. He got up, and was just about to follow them, when he heard a sound that made him stop abruptly.

The sound the Harry had heard was a combination of a cackle and a sigh, and he knew instantly who it belonged to: Lord Voldemort

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A/N: Okay, here's the seventh chapter!! What'd ya think??? Please tell me! I can use your comments and suggestions to write later chapters and stories. So, when you feel like saying something, just click the little blue review button down there and post you comments. They can be positive or negative comments, either one's fine, I need people's advice. Flames are accepted, but please keep them to a minimum! Anyways, I'll stop talking so you can review!:D Oh, yeah, if you're waiting for the next chapter of Harry Potter's Big Disappearance, don't worry, it's coming!!!!!!!!!! I'm working on the basic outline for later chapters, so that's why it's taking awhile. The third chapter will be called An Awful Argument and it will feature Ron and Voldemort, uh, dueling. It also will feature Harry and Hermione running back to Hogwarts and getting help. Now, you might be thinking, "why the heck is RON dueling with Voldemort?!" but don't worry, there's a little reason why. Probably not a very good one, but it's at least a reason! It kinda leads up to a rather funny article that Rita Skeeter will write. It will also lead up to Harry's big appearance at Hogwarts and how Voldemort will be stalled in his plans!! So, expect it sometime in the month of August! Okay, now, I'll finally stop talking.

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