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A/N: Hey guys. Sorry again about the length of time since my last chapter, but I'm hoping to get a few chapters in this week because I'm off from school (yeah!). To hypercaz, I do have a plot! I hope everyone likes it. I'm going to try to get into it soon if not in this chapter. I had a lot of fun last night thinking about what I wanted to happen in this fan fiction. So. . . what will happen to Harry this year? What will happen to all his friends? Why don't I just shut up and write the chapter? (Good question . . .)

Ch. 3 Caught

It was a week before the start of term and Harry had to admit- he was happy. He leaned back in his bed reading his seeker book by flash light. (He had smuggled it into the Weasly house. He knew Mr. Weasly would take it apart) There was only one thing that bothered Harry. He couldn't sleep. He tried to read before going to sleep so he would be so exhausted he wouldn't dream. But it didn't really work.

Instead of reading Harry's mind wandered onto his dreams. They haunted him like his dreams last year, except that what he saw at night now had already happened. Harry would never forget the look on Sirius' face. . . It would infest him for the rest of his life.

Harry was snapped out of his thoughts by a creek in the house. Someone was walking around outside. Harry peaked out from under his blanket. Ron was still fast asleep. Harry turned off the flash light and climbed out from under the covers. He tip-toed out of the room. He sneaked down the stairs and was surprised at who he found. It was Hermione. "Hermione?"

"Harry!" She gasped. "What are you doing here?"

"I was about to ask you the same thing?" Harry replied.

"I- I couldn't sleep." Hermione uttered.

"Me neither."

"Dreams?" It was one word that meant so much between them.

"Yeah," Harry responded.

"Me too," Hermione looked into a fire she had lit in the fire place. She contemplated for a moment before saying, "I never thought," she paused for a moment again and continued, "that I would understand how you felt. I probably never really will, but now I know something."

Harry didn't know how to respond. He looked down at his feet. Hermione thought about that? Harry's mind buzzed with the silence.

"I should at least try to get to bed. Good night Harry," Hermione said quickly getting up. She walked past Harry but he stopped her with his arm. She looked up at him.

"Thank you," was all Harry could think to say. Hermione hugged him and hurried up the stairs. Harry sighed and followed behind.

Harry and Hermione never talked about what happened that night. They both felt they didn't need to. Harry had an easier time sleeping now that he talked to Hermione.

Harry had been sleeping soundly until he felt someone hit him in the face with a pillow, "Wake up, mate! Its getting late." Ron yelled.

Harry opened his eyes slightly and mumbled, "Imfeelinsick."

"What?" Ron asked, already dressed.

"I'm feeling sick," Harry said more legibly.

"Harry thats a lie," Ron replied.

"At least I tried. . ." Harry said getting up.

The two boys met up with the girls in the kitchen. This visit to the Burrow was different from the others because there weren't many people in the house. That morning Mrs. Weasly was cooking eggs and sausage. Harry could only remember eating this well at the Weasly's.

"So what are you all going to do today? Mr. Weasly and I will be taking your Hogwarts lists to buy your supplies at Diagon Alley," Mrs. Weasly said.

"We're not sure what we're doing yet. What do you girls want to do?" Ron asked.

"Hermione and I were thinking that since its hot today we should take a swim in the lake out back," Ginny told him.

Ron looked red but he said calmly, "Okay, what do you think Harry?"

"Sure, sounds like fun," Harry said.

Ron and Harry got dressed into swimming trunks and were in Ron's room waiting for the girls. Ron kept opening his mouth to say something, but would close it.

"Ron, what is it?" Harry asked, annoyed.

"Well, I'm- I'm sort of nervous. . . about the way I look," Ron said, turning redder with every word.

"Why would you worry about something like that?" Harry asked.

"Never mind," Ron said, turning away from the mirror he was looking at. Harry didn't know what Ron was complaining about. Ron was skinny, but his Keeper practice kept him slightly buff. Harry felt like he was the lanky one.

The two headed down the stairs and knocked on Ginny's door. The door opened immediately and Ginny and Hermione came out. Ginny was wearing a bathing suit and had towel in hand. Hermione was also wearing a bathing suit, but she was wearing a wrap around her waist. She had a book in hand. The four of them stood there for a second looking uncomfortable before heading outside to the lake. Mr. and Mrs. Weasly had already left.

"Hermione, why do you have a book?" Ron asked.

"I decided that I didn't want to swim, but Ginny forced me to wear my bathing suit," Hermione replied.

"Oh," Ron said simply.

On the to the lake Harry thought he saw movement out of the corner of his eye, but he ignored it. He didn't want to think about his problems until he got to Hogwarts.

Once they got to the lake Ginny immediately pushed Ron in. Ron retaliated by grabbing her feet and pulling her in. Harry jumped in with them. Hermione just smiled and sat down to read.

Harry, Ron, and Ginny were all playing together until Ron decided to play a prank on an unsuspecting Hermione. He put is fingers to his lips to signify silence to Harry and Ginny then he slowly went over by where Hermione was and suddenly splashed her. Hermione, now completely drenched, looked up from her book with her mouth open. The other three were laughing hysterically. Hermione stood up with a look of mischief on her face. She slipped her foot in the water to splash Ron, but he grabbed her foot and dragged her in like he did Ginny.

"Ron!" Hermione yelled. She grabbed his head and pushed it under the water. Harry and Ginny were still laughing at them as they kept splashing water. After a while the called a truce.

They all sat there talking when Ginny asked, "What's that around your neck, Harry?" She was looking at the Hogwarts crest he was still wearing.

"It was my mother's. My aunt gave it to me this summer," Harry replied.

Ginny came up for a closer look. She reached out to touch it and whispered, "Its beautiful."

"Er. . . Thanks," Harry said slightly uncomfortable at their close proximity.

After a while they all got out of the lake and walked back to the house. They were talking and laughing until suddenly Harry ran into something, but he couldn't see it. Something stumbled in front of him and Harry realized it was someone in an invisibility cloak. Ginny pulled it off.

"Fred!?" Ginny yelled.

"Hi guys! How has your summer been?" Fred asked normally.

Nearby George took off his cloak and said, "Fred! I told you to be careful! You know what Mum said."

"What did Mum say?" Ron asked severely.

The twins swore. Then they told the others to follow them back to the house.

"Why don't you all go and change first," Fred suggested.

"No, we want to know now," Hermione said, who had not taken off the wrap so it was wrapped around her waist soaking wet.

"You look good Hermione," George said grinning.

"Don't change the subject," Ron said as Hermione blushed.

"Okay, fine!" Fred said, "But Hermione does look good."

Ron approached him, but George put a hand on his shoulder and said, "Just sit down! We'll talk."

They all sat down and the twins explained, "Mum couldn't do anything to stop us from joining the Order," Fred said.

"But Dumbledore didn't give us anything too dangerous. He only told us to do stuff that was potentially dangerous," George continued.

"And that was to look after the four of you," Fred finished.

Anger boiled inside Harry, "So he didn't think I could take care of myself?" He said.

"Its not like that," Fred said.

"Then what is it! I've taken care of myself for five years now and four out of the five of those times it was against Voldemort!" Everyone except Hermione flinched at the name, "I survived didn't I!? I don't need to be babysat! And you can tell Dumbledore that!" Harry stomped up the stairs to Ron's room and stayed there the entire day. He didn't respond to anyone who knocked on the door. He wished he could talk to someone. He knew who he wanted to talk to, but he would never be able to do that. He wrote the letter anyway.

Dear Sirius,

I don't know what I did before I found out you were by Godfather. I really need to talk to you. . .

A/N: So how was that? Hope everyone liked it. Please Review. No flames. *wink*