Chapter Seven:
Ron and Hermione were sitting in History of Magic, paying very little attention to what Professor Binns was saying – they could look it up in the library later anyway.
"Do you think James is ok?" Hermione asked Ron. "He hasn't owled us for a while." They'd both gotten used to using this name when they were talking about Harry, since people would begin to wonder why they kept talking about Harry as if they were in contact with him – their new friends didn't seem the type to be spies, but in these times, who could tell?
"I don't know. He's obviously been busy with Peter, so maybe we'll hear from them soon," Ron replied after a moments thought. Hermione sighed and nodded in agreement. They both missed their other friend, it was the first time they'd been parted in school, after all.
At that moment Harry was lying on his bed, where he had disappeared after his ordeal in Shadow Masters chambers and the awakening of his powers.
He stayed in this unconscious world of sleep until early next morning. He awoke when Sirius came into the room to get him out of bed and down to the training courts to witness Wolf's humiliation.
Harry jumped up and dressed in the robes that Seekers wore – black with a silver dragon in a circle which was completed by the fire that it was breathing, they were more like a cloak, showing the black leather pants and top which had the same dragon on the chest. The arms flared out with a band of silver around the edge and black boots made from dragon hide which were flexible and good to wear when fighting.
The black was a little overwhelming at first, but after a while you got used to it. Harry barely even noticed it any more, unconsciously he checked the throwing knives hidden at his wrists, in the tops of his boots and various other places.
Then he bounded out of the room, Sirius at his side, heading for the training courts. A glance flashed between the two of them, and a quick message using their sign language, then the pair of them shifted form and raced along the corridors.
People of the Seekers Academy were accustomed to animals running through the hallways, so no one really minded. The pair of them carreed into the hall, stopping to catch their breath as they dropped back into the shadows.
Harry quickly put up an invisibility charm around them, since Wolf would immediately be suspicious if he saw them there watching him. They changed back to human form so that they could communicate with each other using their hand language.
A moment later Wolf appeared looking tired and half asleep – everyone knew that the young man was a slow waker, and would spend half of the morning waking up as he practiced with weapons in silence and alone.
Harry used a spell that Sirius had taught him with this in mind, suddenly haunting laughter seemed to fill the air around Wolf, even as the man stumbled.
"Who laughed?" Wolf demanded, spinning around, eyes filled with cold rage. This only made the people who were actually there laugh at him – his voice was high and squeaky, as if he was breathing helium.
Wolf gave a high pitched shriek of fury, and those who were present laughed and taunted him. When he couldn't take it any more, he changed form and hurtled from the room, which made more laughter, since his hide was flashing fluro colours.
Wolf didn't notice this, however, until he got back to his room and saw himself in the mirror. Sirius and Harry, who'd been tailing him, arrived just in time to hear his explosion when he saw himself.
Giggling softly to themselves, the two pranksters slipped away back to their own rooms. Harry stayed only for a time, to explain to Sirius what had happened with Shadow Master the night before. Sirius was a little peeved that Harry had been knocked out, but conceded that it had been worth the gain.
Harry then left to head for Shadow Masters quarters, using the invisibility spell, since Wolf was sure to think (and rightly so) that Harry had been behind the mornings embarrassments.
It was a good thing that he did use the spell, because sure enough, Wolf turned up, snarling under his breath and looking incredibly murderous.
Harry managed to slip past the other man and arrived not long after at Shadow Masters door. The door opened at his knock and Harry hurried inside.
"Ah Harry, good to see you up on your feet!" Exclaimed Shadow Master, with that freaky ghost of a smile on his face. "I take that what with this mornings embarrassment of Wolf you haven't eaten?"
Harry didn't look embarrassed at the fact that Shadow Master knew of his prank, since it was considered the 'done thing' to prank on your classmates. "No, I didn't eat," he agreed.
"Then why don't you join me for some
breakfast, we can get started on the lesson afterwards, I've found that it
always helps to be refreshed."
Harry merely nodded and sat down
opposite his teacher, who waved a hand over the table. Immediately plates of
food appeared on the table and Shadow Master dug in with a will that didn't
quite match Harry's, though it was a near thing.
It was some time before they were full, but the moment they both were, it was standing up and on with the lesson.
"It will take a long time for you to progress, I think, because you are much younger than those who usually come to the calling. But oh well, we'll start with something easy. I want you to make a flame – Elemental Magic works on the same principle as Wandless Magic – just will it to happen, and if your will is strong enough, you will succeed. Flame should be easy for you, as Leo is a fire sign."
Harry frowned slightly, quickly making sure that he understood what Shadow Master was saying. He did, because he had read something along the lines of that before.
"Where do you want the fire?" He asked after a moment. Shadow Master thought a moment, then, with a shrug, pointed in the direction of the fire place.
Harry nodded and concentrated on the area in which he wanted the fire to appear. Finding fire in his mind, he thought of the good times he, Ron and Hermione had had sitting before the fire in the Gryffindor Common Room, and called the flame to him.
He was sweating, it was rolling down his face, stinging his eyes, he raised a hand and wiped it away, but it was just replaced by more. With an inner shrug, he pushed the discomfort away and concentrated harder.
A few moments later a flame appeared, just some at first, dancing, flickering, almost dying and then coming back to life. With a will hardened by practice of Wandless magic, Harry made the flame grow till it was to big to be blown out by blowing on it.
Shadow Master applauded. "Well done! That is the quickest I've ever seen someone master that, but then, most of those I've seen haven't ever practiced Wandless magic for some time before hand. Now, I want you to put it out, that should be fairly simple, but don't use Wandless magic, you must dismiss it with Elemental magic for it to be truly gone, and trust me, I will know the difference."
Harry nodded slightly, he had read about that too. Elemental Magic followed a very strict code of rules, stricter even than those for magic with a wand.
He found the memory of the fire he had called in his mind, and, speaking the words aloud said: "Fire of my creation, I set you free."
Immediately, like a candle in a sudden gust of wind, the fire was gone. Shadow Master smiled again. "Well done, though by the time I finish with you, you will not have to speak the words aloud.
"Now, as fire is you Element, we will not work much on it for now, but rather on its opposing force – Water. This will be a lot harder for you to master, because it is the opposite of your very nature."
Harry swallowed nervously and looked at Shadow Master. "Now don't look like that! You have to master the hardest things first, and then move on to the easiest so that you don't try to take short cuts or getting frustrated because you can't make something work this way, when it was so easy the other!"
Harry nodded, seeing sense in this.
"Ok, now I want you to make a fire using Wandless magic, not Elemental magic, because that has to be dismissed, not put out."
Harry nodded, realizing where this was going, and reached out with his mind, calling on the Wandless magic which immediately set about trying to pull free of his control.
When he had first started, he'd hardly noticed this, because he didn't know what to look for, but know, he could sense it easily. With practiced ease, he called up a fire and let the power – and the struggle – go.
"Well done. Now I want you to put it out by creating water and dousing it," Shadow Master said.
Harry winced slightly. He'd been hoping that wouldn't be his task – but hope doesn't get you anywhere, you have to go out and do something about it, or so his teachers had drilled into his skull in the months that he had been here.
Settling down comfortably, Harry focused on water, calling up memories of the lake at Hogwarts, the triumph he had felt when he had pulled Gabrielle and Ron both from their prison at the bottom, the memories of just sitting with his friends, staring of the water, or watching Fred, George and their friend Lee Jordan teasing the giant squid.
Of skipping across the lake in small boats, arriving at Hogwarts for the first time. He smiled, not letting himself remember the bad times that had come there too.
Suddenly he jerked upright, soaked from head to foot from the tidal wave that had just appeared out of nowhere. Shadow Master cleared the room up with a laugh and a wave of his hand.
"I see we need to work on your control there, Panther!" He remarked. Harry, however, was just trying to stand up. This simple act seemed to a be a little beyond him at present.
"Don't try to move, Panther. The effort of today's lesson has used up all of your readily available energy, and some of your back up as well. You'll need to rest for a while before you can move around again. I'll transport you down to your room, and I suggest you go straight to sleep. You won't wake up until tomorrow morning, unless you get hungry tonight."
Harry blinked. "I'm fine! Really! I don't need to …" he tried to stand up again, and fell down, now unable to move, as he didn't have the energy to force his limbs to do what he was asking.
"No your not," Shadow Master said with a soft laugh, and waved a hand, and immediately Harry was lying on his own bed. He did not have the energy to stand up and undress, and therefore fell asleep fully clothed.
When he woke it was evening and Sirius was sitting beside his bed. Harry blinked. "How long have I slept for?" He asked.
"It's evening today," Sirius replied. "You've been asleep since this morning. What happened?"
Harry told him, between bites of the food that that had been sitting beside his bed. When he'd finished, Sirius sighed. "I hate it when you have to get hurt," he remarked. "But you need the lessons, so I can't do anything about it except take care of you when your like this. Go back to sleep kid, you'll get better faster."
Harry was about to argue, but before he could make his brain think of the right words, he was asleep again.
Sirius smiled and tucked the blankets around his godsons sleeping form before heading to his own room for a while.
On the following morning Harry woke up feeling full of energy again, although his limbs were sluggish. He dragged himself out of bed and headed for the practice courts. There was no one around, as it was still about four o'clock in the morning. Harry, having slept the last two days away, didn't really feel he needed any more at present.
After almost an hour of putting himself through his paces with various weapons and forms of unarmed combat, Harry retired to his room again, completely tired out, to read for a while.
When the sun rose, so did Sirius, coming to check on his godson and somewhat put out that Harry had gone for a training session after yesterdays events.
"Well I have to keep in shape, and I can't do that if I'm lying around here, can I?" Was Harry's cool response, as he turned the page in the book he was reading.
Sirius rolled his eyes. "You have to be careful though. If you try to do things to fast, you won't heal right, you'll make things worse, not better!"
"I know that, Padfoot! I have had a lot of practice at being sick or injured – too much if you ask me, but oh well," Harry snapped back.
Sirius sighed ruefully. "Sorry kid, I don't mean to interrogate you, but you worry me when you get hurt. I now know what my parents felt like, and wish that I'd behaved better for them."
Harry smiled at his godfather. "I'm sure I'll say the same thing to my child some day," was his only response, going back to the book he was reading.
Sirius sighed and wandered out to go and eat breakfast in his own room, which the house elves would have brought up. Harry's own breakfast would be delivered soon enough.
Besides, this book was interesting. It was one of Sirius's, and detailed several difficult spells. Harry couldn't do any of them as yet, with or without Wandless magic, but memorizing spells before you needed them was always helpful, that way when you did need them, you didn't have to learn them.
Harry turned the pages of the book, lost in a world of spells and enchantments that he didn't notice breakfast come, though he did come out of his daze when lunch time came and the breakfast was replaced with the next meal.
He attacked the food, starving, although he hadn't noticed it when he was reading. Books did that sometimes now. After he'd eaten, he did a small practice in his room, he was limited by the space, as neither he nor Sirius had gotten around to requesting larger quarters now that they were Seekers.
They'd have to do that, he decided after a moments thought. It would be much easier practicing if he didn't have an entire audience commenting on what moves he was making – it was very distracting.
In fact, he decided to act on the spot, since he would be having a strictly theory lesson with Shadow Master today, after yesterdays action. He couldn't handle being knocked out every second day.
He left his rooms using the Invisibility cloak, since he didn't want to tire himself out with performing Wandless magic in his current state.
Shadow Master was all to happy to provide larger rooms for Sirius and Harry, making sure that they were next to each other, in fact, they turned out to be right beside Shadow Masters, so that Harry didn't have to running all over the gigantic building for lessons.
"You can use my training court, but
you'll have your own coming off your room – I can make it one large one that
comes off both your rooms, if you'd like?"
"Yes please," Harry agreed
immediately, since he and Sirius generally trained together anyway.
"Now, we have a lot of work to get through – I need to know that you understand the principles behind Elemental and Wandless magic, because if you don't, you could easily kill yourself, and then where would the world be?"
Harry nodded, and they spent the next several hours going over all of his knowledge. Harry felt somewhat worn out after the questioning, and accepted Shadow Masters offer of transportation back to his room, so that he could tell Sirius that they were moving. Shadow Master also decided to come with him and transport all of their things to the new rooms, rather than making them carry it, since it was quite a journey.
His excuse was that Harry wasn't up to it, but Harry knew perfectly well that it was because Shadow Master wanted to help him. They'd become friends, not great friends, but definitely friends over the last few days.
They were bound together by destinies that were quite alike, and Shadow Master was the only one Harry could really talk to, the only one who'd properly understand what he was saying, be able to give advice.
Sirius was delight – if wary – to accept the aid, and happy to be moving into a larger room. He wasn't quite so glad to know that it was beside Shadow Masters rooms, but understood the reason behind it and agreed that it was the best arrangement for Harry, and he was not leaving Harry, so they would both be there.
The pair of them spent the rest of the day arranging their meager belongings in the much roomier quarters. The amount of space seemed somewhat daunting to Harry, having spent most of his life in a cupboard, then the shared dormitories at school, the smallest bedroom in Privet Drive and the tiny apartments that beginners were housed in when they first arrived in the Seekers Academy.
There was so much space, even with everything that Harry owned – he could have fitted ten times as much stuff and have plenty of room left. This made him somewhat embarrassed, since he knew that most people his age would have belongings falling out of the wardrobes and cupboards. Oh well, he couldn't help that.
He spent the next hour in the training court that joined onto both his and Sirius's rooms, but was forced to leave when Sirius turned up and chased him back into his room to rest.
Harry ate all of the dinner that the house elves brought up for him and then curled up on the large four poster bed in front of the fire to read for a while.
He fell asleep there, book still in hand, and slept easily till morning, when he awoke before dawn to practice again. This time it was not Sirius who made him stop, but Shadow Master, who asked him to come and have breakfast and then have a lesson.
This set the pattern for the next week, always one of the adults would turn up to make sure that Harry wasn't tiring himself out to much. In his lessons with Shadow Master they covered huge amounts of theory, and with Sirius he learnt easy spells that he hadn't been able to grasp before he learnt of his ability in Wandless magic.
Now that the Elemental Magic had been awoken in his blood, Harry was able to do magic with a wand easier as well, as if that ability had also been properly awoken.
When he asked Shadow Master about it, the other man had looked thoughtful. "Yes, that could be it actually, Harry. The spell is used to awaken any dormant abilities, and perhaps you were being hindered by the fact that because of your abilities in Wandless magic, your use of a wand was limited because it hadn't properly developed…"
Back in the wizarding world, times where harsh. Attacks from Voldemort were a daily happening and the terror that had reigned before Harry's first defeat of Voldemort had returned in full force.
No one from the school was allowed to leave, the Ministry decreed that none of the students should return home, as the train presented far to much of a target.
Hermione's parents had become the first of an ever growing amount of deceased people, half of them parents of Muggle born and half bloods from Hogwarts.
The Prefects soon were given the job of comforting those who were affected by the terror that went unchecked beyond the walls of the castle.
Hermione was one of those often called upon, since she had lost her own parents, and could be more understanding of the things that should and should not be said.
Lucius Malfoy was the hero in everyone's eyes, he could sometimes predict an attack coming and defend against it – such defenses always worked perfectly and had a complete victory over the Death Eater forces.
He came in after attacks and took care of the wounded. It was only those who knew his son and knew about him being a Death Eater who didn't believe that he was the hero everyone else saw. They couldn't do anything about it though.
Then there was a death in Hogwarts. Katie Bell, one of the Chasers on the Quidditch team, started refusing to eat, grieving for her family who'd all been killed in an attack a short time before.
They had a funeral service in Hogwarts which even the Slytherins attended. After a short period in which the Gryffindors grieved for their friend and house mate, tests were held to replace her on the Quidditch team, because there wasn't another person to take over from her.
Everyone was happy when it was Ron who got the position. Ron got a real taste of fame when everyone congratulated him on his win and gave him support saying that he'd do great in his first game. Ron, however, finally found out why Harry could never sleep the night before a match. It was against Hufflepuff.
On the day of the match, the teachers witnessed another spectacle they never thought that they would. Apart from the Slytherins who came, as always, without colours, the rest of the school was dressed in red, gold, yellow and black, the colours for both of the teams playing that day.
Throughout the game they saw much of the same thing, the crowd cheered when either team got a goal, yelled encouragement no matter who had the Quaffle.
In the end the Gryffindors won, though it was neck and neck until the Snitch was caught. Both teams had the same score until that stage. Gryffindor one 250-100. Ron had scored many of the goals, playing by the Gryffindor teams strategy. He stayed down at their end of the pitch and waited for the Quaffle to come up his way, got the ball from one of the two girls and scored.
The whole school again had a celebration, the Slytherins leaving early in disgust, it continued well into the night once again, though they went to bed earlier than the last time.
It was two days later that a letter arrived from "James".
Hey guys,
Guess what! I might be able to drop in a see you for a little while! I'll bring Peter too. We have to go and get some stuff from Diagon Alley, and I've just sent a letter to Professor Dumbledore asking if we can come and stay for one night before heading back in the morning. I'd stay longer but I'm a bit busy here at the moment. When I've finished what I'm doing, we'll be back for good, I hope.
Well, hopefully I'll see you soon,
James
"Yes!" Yelled Ron, delighted at the prospect of seeing his friend again. The others who they'd trusted with the information of who Harry was were happy as well, eager to meet the boy that had disappeared months before.
Harry himself was practicing Elemental Magic with Sirius watching over him to make sure he didn't try anything stupid. This was annoying, but Harry saw the sense in having an older wizard to make sure he didn't do something wrong.
Sirius knew very little about Elemental Magic, but he knew enough to help Harry with what he was doing now.
Harry was progressing fast in his studies, Sirius was helping him learn some spells from a seventh year text book, and each spell he master took him a less time.
"It won't be long before you can leave here like the rest of the Seekers usually do," Shadow Master remarked, and Harry felt a pang in his chest. This place had come to mean as much to him as Hogwarts had, he was accepted here, not because he was famous, but because he was good. He didn't have friends, because this was not a place to make friends, but he had respect. Respect that he'd earned not that was given to him for something that he didn't remember.
None of these emotions showed on his face as he nodded in agreement. "I'll come back often," he said. "It'll be a long time before I know all that I need to know about my magic."
"Of course," Shadow Master agreed, inclining his head. "But some of that you'll have to learn on your own, I won't be here for much longer, remember. But I've given you a lot of what you need to find things out for yourself."
Harry felt a lump rising his throat at the thought of losing Shadow Master. It was hard to believe that he'd once not liked the man in the least.
Harry could do many things with water now, summoning it was the least of his abilities. He worked well with air, and had just begun focusing his lessons on earth.
Shadow Master was right, Harry had already begun experimenting with different things outside of classes, and he knew many things which he wanted to try, but hadn't found the time yet.
Almost every day Harry slipped out of his rooms under an invisibility spell to watch Wolf. The other man was becoming very annoyed by Harry's continued absence. He hadn't found out that Harry and Sirius had moved rooms, or where they'd moved to.
No one knew, since neither Harry nor Sirius had been seen leaving their rooms to take their stuff to a new ones nor had anyone seen them leave their new rooms – neither of them had had reason to leave.
Harry knew that before he left, he'd have to fight Wolf. Wolf would die that day – Harry wouldn't kill him, but he would beat him. And once he was beaten, every one of those who dislike Wolf for things that had happened in the past would fall on him like wolves on a wounded deer.
Shaking himself free of these thoughts, Harry concentrated on the task at hand. Shadow Master wanted him to try and do two different things with Elementals.
He'd only ever handled one of the elements on its own, so this was going to be hard. He'd be concentrating on two different things. Harry closed his eyes to concentrate better. He was going to try and make a fire, keep it going and at the same time have a gentle breeze flowing through the room.
A moment later he felt the fire appear in the hearth beside him, and, keeping as much attention on it as he dared, he moved his thoughts to the wind.
Almost immediately the fire went out, and Harry gave a mental curse before deciding to try it the other way. He brought the wind up, careful to make sure it wasn't too strong. Keeping almost all of his attention on the wind, he called the seed of fire that still remained where he'd had it going before.
It came up again, eager to answer his call and, for a moment, he had them both, before his control slipped and the wind, tried to go on a wild rampage around the rooms. Immediately he dismissed the air Elementals before releasing the fire.
"Well done!" Cried Shadow Master, smiling happily. "Very good! Don't try that without me there to watch you, by the way, there's no telling how much damage you might do."
Harry nodded his head. "Promise me," Shadow Master demanded and Harry sighed slightly. The moment he promised he wouldn't be able to try it without Shadow Master being there. It was one of the things about his ability to tell when someone lied – he couldn't lie himself. It was impossible. His magic wouldn't let him do anything that he'd promised not to.
With a sigh he promised that he wouldn't and Shadow Master smiled lightly at him. "There, that wasn't so hard was it?" He asked teasingly. Harry merely glared at him.
"Now, you know about the dealings with the Elementals of Air, Fire, Earth and Water. Now you need to learn about the Elementals of Light and Darkness," Shadow Master said.
Harry's eyes sparkled with eagerness to learn this, the part that he had been leading up to all this time. Shadow Master sighed and began explaining the things that you could do with either of the Elementals.
Harry barely listened, so eager to learn. Finally they got to learning things.
With the Dark Elemental, the first thing Harry did was turn the area around a light to darkness, then, with the aid of Shadow Master, who made a patch of darkness, he created a light to douse the blackness.
This was where the lesson ended, because it had completely tired Harry out. He was about to head back to his own room and rest for a while before doing some training when Shadow Master spoke.
"When are you going to fight Wolf?"
"Tomorrow," Harry said, deciding even as he said it. He had to get this over and done with.
Shadow Master sighed. "Be wary. If you get yourself killed, where will the world be? I certainly won't be able to help out. And you needn't attend your lesson the morning, you need to be in shape to face Wolf, he's a crafty opponent."
Harry nodded and left the room quietly. He slept most of the afternoon to revitalize himself after the mornings activities. Then he got up and called to Sirius. The pair of them did a fairly intense training session before Harry went back to rest before the next days fight.
When he woke in the morning he felt in perfect shape, he knew that he'd never have a day as good as today to fight. Bounding to his feet he scooped up his sword and wand and slipped into the training courts for a quick practice before leaving and heading for the normal practice courts.
He was hoping that Wolf would be there, and his hopes were not in vain. It seemed that the other man was waiting for him. When Wolf saw Harry he looked surprised, and Harry smiled grimly to himself.
The work over the months since he'd come here had paid off, as had the regular meals. He was no longer the skinny undersized boy who'd arrived in the Seekers Academy. He'd grown taller, he and Wolf were of a height now. His body had hardened by the hard routine that he put it through, and his eyes seemed to have a grim light deep in their green-gold depths.
Harry wasn't aware of this light, but it made Wolf nervous – the little boy that he could pick on was gone now, replaced by a warrior. Unfortunately for him, he'd bragged to the watching people that he'd fight with Panther today, and win.
He stepped forward with a gulp, wishing that he had never even thought of fighting the other. He raised his sword. "Hey Panther, let's see how good you are, and what colour your blood is!"
Harry turned, the expression on his face said that he was surprised that Wolf had had the courage to say this. "If you want to fight me, just say so. Otherwise I'll have to find out what colour your blood is to get you back for the insult," he said.
Wolf gave a snarl of almost animal rage and threw himself at Harry. The boy skipped nimbly to the side – he'd worked to maintain more of a gymnasts figure and moved with an athletes speed.
The other people who were watching the battle called out encouragement to both fighters, but Harry didn't pay it any attention. He didn't bother with yelling insults at Wolf, since he could see the point – Wolf was angry enough already.
Wolf spun around as he crashed past Harry, sword up and seeking Harry's heart. Harry jumped lightly backwards, spinning swiftly to the side, sword flashing up and around, drawing lightly across Wolf's upper arm just enough to draw blood.
He continued in this manner, weaving speedily around his enemy, catching tiny cuts to let the other know when he left himself open. Since it was a normal fight, not one that they'd agreed to the manner of fighting, Harry then started using hands and feet to worry at his opponent.
Wolf's heavy, muscular body was against him, he was trying to keep up with Harry, who was darting in circles around him, lashing out now and then with sword, punch or kick.
They'd attracted quite an audience by this time, word of a fight past quickly here, and one of those who'd come was Sirius. Harry's godfather watched proudly – he saw no reason to be afraid, having practiced with Harry he knew that his godson was one of the best.
Finally Harry sent Wolf's sword flying out of his hand to clatter against the wall as it fell. Wolf's eyes flickered to it and back to Harry, desperation in the midst of his hatred.
Harry finished his opponent off with a swift kick to the side of the head. Wolf dropped like a stone and Harry sheathed his sword smoothly, stalking from the arena formed by human bodies.
"Aren't you going to finishing him off?" Someone yelled, and the question was repeated several times by various other people.
Harry stopped at the door and turned back to face them calmly. "No. I'm not going to kill him – I see no reason to. I have no quarrel with him, if he has a quarrel with me, that's his business, and if you have a quarrel with him, that's your business. I won't step in the way of it. Come on Padfoot, let's go."
Sirius joined him and the pair of them left to return to their own rooms. "Why did you fight him in the first place?" Sirius asked when they out of earshot.
"Because things between us had to come to a head sometimes, and it just happened to be now. Besides, it was unfinished business and we couldn't have left until it had happened."
Sirius nodded in agreement. "Well, come on, let's get back and do some lessons since you aren't tired out from Shadow Masters already." Harry immediately changed form, Sirius right behind him and they raced back to their rooms.
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