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Fate.

Harry awoke early the next morning, he debated if he should get up, but remembering what had happened last night he decided to just try to sleep some more, knowing from experience that Professor Villjé would send him back to bed anyway. He was nearly sleeping again when the door to his room opened, cracking an eye open, he saw Ron's familiar figure coming in.

"Morning Griffin, you're up early."

The red head smirked a bit and went to sit down on the bed next to him. "You too. Although it seems to me you're more lazy than I am."

Harry opened both eyes now and scowled at his friend. "Well it's you who professor Villjé will be mad at when she finds you out of bed, you know how she gets."

Ron laughed softly. "Yeah, I know, but don't worry, I'm planning on being in my bed by the time she wakes up."

Raising an eyebrow, Harry asked, "If that's so, what brings you to my room? Wouldn't it be easier to just stay in yours?"

Harry saw Ron's face become serious and frowned. "What is it, Griffin?"

"I don't really know, Dragon, I just have a bad feeling about today, I thought I better tell you that before it catches us by surprise."

Dragon nodded solemnly, he had long ago learned to trust Ron's feelings and knew that if the redhead was warning him, then something would go seriously wrong. "Don't you have any idea what's going to happen?"

Ron shook his head sadly. "I would have told you if I did, Dragon, the stars are not really helping out."

Harry was about to reply, when they both heard sounds coming from another part of the house, nodding to Harry, Ron slipped out of the room and into his own room just before Professor Villjé came out of her own room. Harry quickly shut his eyes and listened carefully as the woman opened the door to the room next to his, where Hermione was. A few moments later, the door was closed again and the door in front of his own was opened.

The small ritual of checking on them in the morning had begun shortly after they had tried to kill themselves because they tended to sneak out early morning and not return till late evening. The first time they had done it, Professor Villjé had been in hysterics thinking they had gone off to hurt themselves again, luckily they had returned before she could get people to search for them. It had been one of the only times she had grounded them and now that Harry thought about it, with good reason. The boy relaxed when he heard the door of his own room open, Professor Villjé came in and rearranged the blankets around him, tucking him in snugly. Harry sighed, he loved the care with which the professor always did that, after a childhood deprived of any care. He longed for this little moments in which he allowed himself to be cuddled like a child. The woman gently kissed his forehead and then silently left the room.

Harry dozed for a while, knowing he wouldn't be able to see his friends till the professor had left. And even so they would have to be careful about Sirius. It was already a wonder Professor Villjé was going to work, and Dragon suspected she had told him the rules. The woman had made those rules with Dr Matt for the times he wanted them to stay at home, because it was of little use that they stayed at home and then exerted themselves. Professor Villjé was very adamant that they followed each and every rule, and after having been grounded a few times, they had finally decided to follow them, even if it only was so they would be released from their forced imprisonment earlier.

One of those rules, probably the one they loathed the most, was the amount of forced bed-rest imposed on them. It was a test on their patience and they tended to sneak into each other's rooms as often as they could get away with it. Which was a lot as long as the Professor didn't notice.

Dragon's eyes snapped open as soon as the front door opened and then closed, he still could hear noise coming from the kitchen but the sound of the departing care assured him it was Sirius doing the noise and that Professor Villjé had indeed left.

Barely a minute later, his door opened again and Hermione slipped in, still dressed in her pyjamas. She smiled at him as he sat up in bed, giving her place to sit down. "Morning, Dragon."

"Morning, Phoenix, how did you sleep?"

The girl shrugged. "Fine, I guess. There were not any other nightmares. How about you?"

"Same, although it seems Griffin had some trouble."

The girl rose an eyebrow and looked at him questioningly just when the redhead came in. "Morning Phoenix."

"Morning. What happened, Griffin?"

The boy's face darkened. "I'm not sure, Phoenix, it's just a bad feeling I've had since I woke up, a feeling that something bad is going to happen today. But I can't pinpoint it, it's very frustrating."

The three of them sighed, all knew the feeling Ron was talking about. They had experienced it often enough.

Phoenix sighed and leaned against the wall. "So? What do we do about it?"

Dragon shrugged. "What can we do about it besides wait?"

Phoenix sighed once again. "Why was I afraid you would tell me that?"

Before Dragon could answer her, they heard soft footsteps climbing the stairs and the three teens froze. Griffin quickly took a look at his watch and groaned. "Damn it, it's nine o'clock, that must be Sirius who is coming to get us. We're dead."

Phoenix shook her head and grabbed his arm. "No, we're not, we can get to our rooms through the window, even if you'll have to cross the roof. Come on, we have to get out of here. Dragon, do us a favour and distract him long enough for us to have time to reach our room."

Harry looked at his friends, who were already at the window. "How am I supposed to do that? And how do you know he will check on me first?"

Phoenix looked at him annoyed. "How am I supposed to know? I need to get to my room. You have a brain, use it!"

With that, the girl disappeared and left Harry alone, trying to figure out what to do. He really didn't have that much time, it sounded like Sirius had finished climbing the stairs. Suddenly, Harry narrowed his eyes, and idea had entered his mind. He didn't slow down to think about it, he just laid down, back in bed. Muttering something, he was suddenly covered in sweat. Closing his eyes and hoping this would work, he started to scream.

Hermione, stopped for a moment while she tried to climb into her room, anxiously wondering if Harry was in trouble, but not sensing anything wrong in the room and knowing Sirius would likely already be in there made her decide to continue to her own room.

Harry's efforts were rewarded when he heard someone violently entering the room, for the show, he began to trash on his bed, fighting the hands that were trying to hold him still. Faintly he heard Sirius call his name above his screams. He kept up the act some moments longer and then sat up sharply, opening his eyes and taking raged breaths. Strong arms drew him towards someone's chest while he regained his breath. His senses told him Ron and Hermione had safely reached his rooms so he allowed himself to relax against his godfather's chest. Sirius was rubbing his back, trying to calm him down, all the way murmuring comforting things. The door to his room opened again and his friends appeared at the door with worried looks on their faces. Without being seen by Sirius, Harry winked at them, making them smile slightly. That had gone well, now they only had to deal with Sirius.

To be continued.

A/N: Thanks for all reviews. By the way, if anyone wishes to read The Betrayal in French, the author Sun Princess is doing a wonderful work translating it. You will find it under the name of "La Trahison"

http://www.fanfiction.net/read.php?storyid=849109

I hope you enjoy it.