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Fate.

The next time Harry woke up, he was aware of someone holding his hand loosely. By the dim light that came in through the curtains, he could tell it was barely morning. Looking at his side, he saw his godfather sitting there, sleeping in a chair. Harry didn't move, he didn't want to wake Sirius up because the man looked exhausted. Besides, even if the pain had diminished a bit, he could still feel a slight pounding in his head and his limbs felt very heavy.

Suddenly, a soft whisper ran through his mind. 'Good morning, Dragon.'

Harry looked slightly confused, he was sure no one had spoken out loud, yet he could hear the voice perfectly fine. Not only that, he also recognised the soft voice. "Phoenix?!"

Sirius stirred a bit but luckily didn't wake up. Harry sighed softly and turned his thoughts towards the voice he was suddenly hearing in his head.

The girl's voice laughed softly. 'Yep. Unless you know of any other girl that can speak in your mind like that?'

Harry blinked confusedly for a few moments, then slowly he spoke in his mind, assuming that the girl would be able to hear him. 'Phoenix, last time I checked, NO ONE was able to talk to me in my mind.'

A deeper voice laughed alongside Hermione's. 'Well, last time we checked, we found out we could easily talk to each other, even if Phoenix had to convince me I was not loosing my mind.'

Harry chuckled a bit at Ron's amused voice. 'And when, pray tell, did you make this little discovery?'

Hermione's calm voice ran through his mind. 'About an hour ago, when Griffin woke up; I was thinking about sneaking out and going to his room when I heard him ask if he was losing his mind. It was quite funny.'

Ron groaned loudly. 'It was not funny. Besides, you were just as confused as I was.'

Hermione seemed to smile when she answered. 'True, but I wasn't ranting about going insane.'

The sound of breaking glass stopped any further comments from the redheaded boy. Harry sat up abruptly, just in time to see Sirius fall out of his chair. Both stayed silent for a few moments, then Sirius stood up abruptly and launched himself onto his godson, gathering him in a tight hug.

"Harry, are you alright? I was so worried."

Harry blinked, trying to gather his thoughts and then he hesitantly put his arms around Sirius' waist, leaning into the warm hug. He heard an insistent voice in his mind, calling his name over and over again but he ignored it, answering his godfather's question instead.

"I'm fine."

Sirius pulled away and looked at him disbelieving. "You're fine? I don't think so, Harry, you have had a fever ever since you reappeared and every time we had to move you, you moaned non-stop. Now, I'll ask you again, how are you feeling?"

Harry sighed and leaned his head against Sirius' shoulder. "My head hurts, and I'm sore, and I feel really heavy, other than that I'm fine, I promise."

Sirius gently laid Harry down again and covered him up with the blankets that had gone flying when the boy had sat up abruptly. Carefully, the older man put a hand on the boy's forehead and frowned at the heat coming from it. "You still have a fever. I don't want you to get up, ok? I'm going downstairs to get you a potion and to see what those three have been doing down there. I'll be back in a bit, try to get some rest."

Sirius stood up and tucked him in, then he walked to the door, but before he could leave, Harry's soft voice stopped him.

"Sirius?"

The man turned slightly to look at the tired teen. "Yes, Kido?"

"Why are my parents here?"

Sirius' face became a mixture of happiness and anger. "That doesn't matter right now, Harry, just try to get some rest."

Harry wanted to protest at that answer, but Sirius had already left the room and closed the door behind him. Sighing, the boy relaxed back into his pillows, closed his eyes to try and lessen the pain in his head, and turned his thoughts towards his friends.

'Phoenix? Griffin?'

The girl's voice answered him first. 'Not right now, Dragon, I'm arguing with Remus.'

Harry wondered what they were arguing about when Ron's voice filled his mind. 'Hey, Dragon, I tried to talk to you but you didn't answer.'

'Sorry about that, Brother, but Sirius was here and I had to keep my attention with him. It wouldn't do us any good for them to be suspicious.'

Ron chuckled a bit. 'As if he isn't already; with all the things we do, he would be stupid to not think we're weird.'

'True, but let's try to keep it to a minimum.' He paused for a moment before speaking again. 'Do you know why Phoenix is arguing with Remus?'

'Mmh, I think it had something to do with the fact that she left her room as soon as she heard the crash. I don't think Remus was very happy with her for it.'

Harry couldn't help but chuckle when Hermione's voice joined them. 'Umph, that, Griffin, was an understatement. Damn man is too stubborn; I only wanted to know what they had broken.'

Ron laughed. 'But, Phoenix, Remus told us to stay in bed no matter what happened, and you even agreed to it.'

Hermione frowned. 'I had forgotten. Why didn't you remind me?'

Ron couldn't help but laugh harder. 'I tried, but you were too quick.'

Hermione sighed and Harry broke into their discussion. 'Did you at least find out what they had broken?'

Hermione shrugged. 'Yeah, it was just a cup. Don't worry, they repaired it as soon as it got broken.'

Ron's voice sounded soft and cold when he spoke. 'It was not Professor Villjés' cup, was it?'

Hermione's sad voice rang through their heads. 'No, it wasn't.'

They stayed in silence for a few moments, none of them knowing what to say. They really didn't have to say much; each understood what the other was feeling. Ever since they had met The Phoenix for the first time, they had become closer. And this seemed to be the last step; their minds had been connected in a way none of them knew was possible. Because while they talked, they didn't only hear the words, they felt them, too. They felt every emotion that lay behind their friend's voices. They understood the hidden meaning behind the words, they would never again be able to hide anything from the other one, and they were one. Three bodies with what seemed to be one soul.

Harry was startled from his musings when he felt a hand lying against his cheek. Slowly, he opened his eyes and came face to face with the concerned face of his mother.

To be continued.

A/N: Thanks for all reviews. And thanks to my beta-reader, Vinnie.