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And...I couldn't makre a profit off of any of my fanfiction stories, even if I wanted to!

A/N: Thanks to the reviewers, soooo much!


Chapter Two-Worries and Newspapers




Harry sat up straight in bed, heart pounding in his chest.

Sirius...Thoughts were swimming through Harry's head. Sirius...

Something was very, very wrong-Harry knew that much. But what, exactly..."what" was a very good question indeed.

Harry had had the strangest dream. He had dreamt that Sirius was in Southampton and had been involved in another attack by Voldemort. Just the thought made Harry shiver with fear. He rubbed his scar wearily, and dimly realized that it had a dull burning sensation.

What if Sirius had gotten hurt-thought Harry desperately. -Or worse...

No. Harry refused to believe that his only family in the world had been killed. No.

Struggling to push these thoughts and horrible images of Sirius lying unconscious in a burnt alley out of his mind, Harry tried to think clearly past the pain in his scar.

Okay. I have to get to Sirius-but how? He's in Southampton...and I can't very well go to there...

Harry was at a loss. He didn't have any Floo Powder (he didn't have a fireplace to put it in anyway); he couldn't take the Knight Bus because it was the middle of the day (he wouldn't know where to tell the conductor, Stan Shunpike, to go anyway.)

Harry knew he had to get to get to Sirius, to get to Southampton where the attack was...granted, if there even was an attack in the first place...

Wait a second, Harry thought suddenly. What if there wasn't an attack? What if it really is just a dream? What if I'm getting all worked up about nothing?

He rubbed his forehead, frowning. But the dream-it seemed so real! And his scar...it didn't just hurt for no reason. The only other times it had hurt was when Voldemort was really near...or feeling very "murderous," as Dumbledore had called it...

It wouldn't be smart for Harry to go running off in a panic to get to Sirius without proof that anything had really happened to him, and he knew that. But how could he find out if something had happened? Dumbledore had sent a very polite letter to Harry in the beginning of the summer saying that he couldn't write to Sirius until Sirius wrote to him, because it was too dangerous, and Sirius was moving around too much anyway.

I could write to Dumbledore...Harry thought, then quickly pushed the idea from his mind. No. Dumbledore had enough to worry about, and didn't need to hear a fourteen year-old boy going on about his nightmares. Scratch that idea...

Suddenly, a thought occurred to him.

Hermione.

Harry knew that his friend still received the Daily Prophet to keep up with the wizarding world during the summer. He could just tell her that he was curious to what was going on because he's been so cut off...if there really was an attack, it was bound to be in the newspaper. There was no possible way it wouldn't be.

Grabbing his quill, he quickly wrote his friend a short note, making sure not to include anything about Sirius, his dream, or his scar. Hermione meant well, really, but she could get somewhat protective of Harry at times and he knew that if he told her those things she would insist he tell Dumbledore-and if he wouldn't, she probably would herself.


Dear Hermione,


Hello-I'm okay, how are you doing? I have a favor to ask of you: I know your still getting the Daily Prophet, and maybe you can send me the latest issue after your done reading it? I'm completely cut off from the wizarding world, and I'd like to know what's going on.

Thanks-
Harry


Harry had a sudden urge to add a P.S. and tell Hermione how worried he was about the safety Sirius-the urge to confide in someone was a bit overwhelming--but instead he resisted it and folded up the letter, placing it on the top of his trunk where it awaited Hedwig's return.


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Hermione Granger was not having a good day.

She had fallen asleep late the night before, and (for no apparent reason), woken up early the next morning. The fact that there wasn't a reason why she woke up infuriated her, she hated being woken up on days she could sleep late...unless, of course, she needed to study for an exam. She didn't deal with the loss of sleep well, and she was never one to take naps during the day. As a result, she was grumpy and easily annoyed and irritated this particular morning, but she cheered up a bit when an owl carrying the Daily Prophet flew in her bedroom window.

After the owl flew out the window, hooting happily, Hermione flopped down on her bed and unrolled the newspaper. She was feeling much better and had a small smile on her face that quickly vanished as she read the words that screamed across the front page.



DEATH EATER ATTACK IN SOUTHAMPTON, SIRIUS BLACK INVOLVED AND CAPTURED!


Hermione gasped. She jumped to her up off her bed and dropped the newspaper in surprise, staring at the article that lay at her feet.

"Oh no...oh no, Sirius...Sirius...oh no!"

She was standing in shock, her hands clapped across her mouth and her eyes wide with horror, thoughts racing through her head, but only one thought completely registering.

What's going to happen now?



A/N: This chapter is shorter than the others...but the chapters get longer, I think my chapter 8 is about six pages...

Does this seem too repetitive? I don't know it just kindsa seems like it's not going anywhere...the next chapter things start to happen, I promise you! Yup yup...oh come on, only five reviews? People, people-you can do better than that! I know some people are probably reading this and not reviewing...I know because I used to do the same thing, until I realized how much authors appreciate reviews...so please please pretty please (with sugar on top) review! Right I'll shut up now...

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The reason this wasn't up earlier (as in, much earlier) is because the uploading thingy on FanFiction.Net was down...on Tuesday, then on Wednesday I tried again to upload this but the site was saying "file did not upload correctly" grrr....blame them, not me! Oh just so everyone will know, on the 17th I'm going away for two weeks and won't be able to update, and then I'm starting a new school that gives a lot of homework...oy, maybe I shouldn't have started this story now...ah, well, don't worry, I'll continue as best I can come September, but updates might not be so frequent then...