~Chapter 3~Searching~
AN: Thanks for the reviews.
Harry stared at his timetable the next morning, he hadn't slept well and he had dark rings under his eyes.
"Double-potions," Harry grumbled, "typical,"
He walked alone down to the dungeons making sure he would be on time. He entered the classroom; the only other students there were Malfoy, Crabbe, Goyle and Parkinson. 'Great,' Harry thought to himself 'Just great, maybe I should have come a bit later,'
"Aww…here comes Potty the Pothead," said Malfoy, "Taking potions, interesting…"
Harry blocked out the bunch of Slytherins who were boasting about new broomsticks.
"Ok class!" said Snape, "This will be a theory lesson about illegal potions or those that are controlled by The Ministry," he glanced at Harry as he said this.
'Well at least I don't have to concentrate too much," Harry thought, clearly remembering all the times he had stuffed up brewing potions.
Harry paid attention and took notes in the double lesson, he was determined to do well in everything. He was very glad that they weren't doing practical work, Snape only snapped at him three times during Potions for not knowing what various ingredients to various potions were. Harry sometimes wished he had a better memory like Hermione, or even a photographic memory, even though he had read through all of his books, it wasn't as though he had a memory like hers.
Harry, Ron and Hermione were all taking Transfiguration which was their next lesson; they were just doing revision from previous years, which Harry found boring.
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Harry spent most of the afternoon after classes in the library. He headed straight to the restricted section, he was allowed in there now as he was in his 6th year. He strolled along the shelves not knowing where to look; there were many books and they all looked very old. He kept walking along reading the titles on the bookshelves until he came to a section called 'Death'.
Harry actually learnt quite a bit about death that afternoon, he also did all of his homework that he got that day. He read a few books that he had taken from the shelves, mostly about ghosts. He had been told last year that very few people chose to be ghosts after they died but Harry still had some hope that Sirius had become a ghost.
Harry was quite hungry so he decided to go to dinner; he took a book with him so he could more read about ghosts after dinner in the common room.
He walked into the Great Hall and sat across the Gryffindor table from Ron and Hermione.
"Harry, where have you been?" Hermione asked.
"Doing homework in the Library that's all," he said.
"We have Quidditch practice next Monday," said Ron.
"Cool," said Harry, he couldn't wait to fly again and to thrash Slytherin. "The Slytherin's have new brooms,"
"What? No!" said Ron bashing his head on the table while he was still chewing.
Hermione sighed.
"Don't worry," said Harry, "we'll still beat them."
"I hope you're right," said Ron.
That night in the common room, Harry was reading the book he picked up from the library.
'People who decide to come back as ghosts usually make contact with loved ones soon after they die. Few choose not to make contact at all, it is quite uncommon.'
Harry slammed the book shut and headed to the bathrooms walking quickly. He took out his dagger and pressed the blade into his wrist. The blood slowly dripped down his wrist, he sank to the floor, silent tears flowing down his cheeks. He then looked at the permanent writing on the back of his hand and frowned. 'I will not tell lies,' those words will be with him for a while. 'Why can't I cope without pain?' he wondered to himself.
'There has to be a way to get him back,' he thought, 'there has to,'
AN: I tried to make it longer, I really did! It's so hard though, I've always had trouble with stuff being too short, especially speeches. Please review anyway.
