Disclaimer: I own nothing, as usual except the plot.

Authors note: For Sabah, because it is her birthday, Sorry I haven't posted in such a long time, but during that time, I wrote 'After the Quidditch game' and 'Thanks to the Silence' read them if you like, they over shadow what is in store for Harry, Anyway, I am rambling, here is Chapter 9.

Chapter 9

Harry was absolutely storming; he had had enough from Hermione, Ron and everybody! He had had enough from studying like hell for exams he wasn't sure he would be alive to take, and Ginny was now avoiding him, something that pained him the most.

Just like the night he had discovered the Stagon his legs were carrying him anywhere, he wasn't quite sure where he was leading to, but he put his full trust in his feet who seemed to have a mind of its own, he passed plenty of corridors and plenty of door when he came across one he had seen before, something about it stirred his memory, it's handsome oak wood caught his eyes, and he leant against it, wondering why it made him remember bubbles, then it came to him, this was the prefects bathroom.

'Excellent' Harry muttered to himself, it was indeed the thing he needed most, a bath.

'just what I need, a bath' and just as he said this the door creaked open, Harry looked bewildered, he had forgotten about the password and it seemed to him that he had said it by accident, there didn't seem to be any other option, how could he just pass up a perfect opportunity when he had just stumbled across it.

Harry crept inside the bathroom, perfectly aware that no one could see him under the invisibility cloak; he pulled it off once he had reached the gleaming taps, he looked around and thankfully no one else was around, and without further ado, he dived into the pool like bath tub fully clothed and without a damned care in the world.

'You make quite a splash you know' said an oddly familiar voice, and Harry gulped knowing that he would be in trouble for this, he swam towards the end of the pool and looked to his right, Moaning Myrtle was right there looking at him fondly, Harry gulped knowing that what was coming wouldn't be anything good.

'Uh, hello Myrtle'

'Hello Harry' she said dreamily, Harry gulped again. 'You haven't come to visit me since you last came here' she said, Harry's head was working furiously for an excuse.

'Erm, yeah, sorry about that, just that, erm, I had a lot to with exams and everything.' Said Harry his voice growing increasingly weaker; his excuse however positioned him in an even more awkward position.

'Oh, poor you!' she exclaimed, floating ever more closer towards him,

'Uh, uh yeah' said Harry, panicking now.

'Well, you should visit me more often then, I can still remember quite a lot from, when I used to study.' She said softly. And through Harry's panic he said something very stupid, since he knew how sensitive Moaning Myrtle was.

'So you haven't forgotten anything since you died?'

'What!' she screamed, 'Oh just because I'm dead doesn't mean I have a memory the size of a pea!' then her voice changed ever so dangerously. 'But for your, Harry, I can remember everything' she was far too close, it chilled Harry to the bone, and he was more frightened beyond anything he had experienced.

Harry's heart started to pump very fast, he would do anything at that moment to just turn and run, but she seemed to have paralysed him, and he had forgotten how to run

'You really should come to my toilet Harry' she said as though this was a treat for him.

'I…I, tha…thank you' he gulped 'Myrtle, um, I think I should go now, actually' Myrtle seemed crestfallen.

'Oh, well you know where to find me' she said quietly, obviously really upset.

'Yeah well, I do have a lot of homework, so we'll see' he said quickly, getting up from the pool as quick as he could.

'Oh, okay' she said quietly,

'Yeah, yeah' Harry would continually say awkwardly trying as hard as he could to run out of the bathroom, he didn't look behind him and noticed that he was still drenched, but he didn't really mind all he could think of was to run out of the corridor before Filch found out he was there and could punish him for making a mess on the corridor floor, He kept on running, disturbed by what he had experience, it was only when he nearly reached the portrait of the fat lady did he stop running and he quickly performed the complicated wand movement that was part of the Spell Hermione ad thought him at the beginning of term, he thought that it would be useful and indeed, it indeed it was, he wouldn't want the whole of Gryffindor house knowing what had happened.

He gave the Password to the suspicious looking Fat Lady and entered the Common Room (this time it was Sugar bums), Harry spotted Hermione and Ron, in a corner doing homework and scowling at each other. Harry walked over to them and sat on an armchair directly opposite both of them. They both took one look at his contorted face and burst into enquiries.

'What happened to you Harry' enquired Hermione.

'What the hell happened to you?' blurted out Ron.

'I have absolutely no idea' said Harry simply.

'What is it Harry, your not making any sense' said Hermione.

'Well, I found the Prefects' Bathroom…'

'Yeah and?' said Ron.

'Well, I… well…uh…'

'Just say it' said Ron annoyed.

'Moaning Myrtle just tried to seduce me' said Harry without stuttering. He was not prepared for his best friends' reactions, he didn't think how, or what would happen. Ron cracked up laughing, his face was turning red, he had tears in his eyes, Harry wished he could laugh with him, but he couldn't at that pint he was just too disturbed, Hermione was smiling and looked as though she was doing everything in her power to restrict herself from giggling, and with what looked like every ounce of energy she had turned back to er homework and could help smiling to herself.

'So what happened?' asked Ron gulping for air in between word to catch his breath.

'Er, I don't think I want to say, and I doubt you want to hear'

'Believe me I want to hear this' said Ron.

'No, no, you not getting anything from me'

'Alright, but tell me if anything happens after the Christmas Holiday' he said mockingly.

'Shut up.' Said Harry, brand new images flashing in his mind, almost making him puke.

Ron's Family had insisted upon Harry coming to join them for Christmas but Harry had to decline their offer, finding out that he had much more homework and would only finish it at Hogwarts so he reluctantly said no to Ron and he wasn't the only one who was disappointed, Harry couldn't imagine how he was going to be able to stay within ten feet of Ginny after what had happened, never mind staying in the same house as her. She was obviously avoiding him and he only was around her at Quidditch practices, and he was only ever brave enough to catch a few precious glimmers of her before he'd chicken out and look the other way.

Harry had had enough of Ron's sudden outbursts of laughter even after had subsided and sobered, so he headed up to his Dormitory and continued his homework there.

It was now the Christmas holiday and Harry was depressed and stuck in the library, buried under books and he had even been hit by a flying on that had zoomed into his direction from nowhere, just then Professor McGonagall came into the Library and wearing her usual formidable expression, she walked briskly to his desk and he looked up at her with the air of a small lost boy.

'Potter come with me' she said imperiously and he stuffed everything ungracefully into his bag and followed his head, Harry had no idea what he had done now, maybe Filch had caught him after all, or maybe it was something much worse, maybe something had happened at the Burrow. His insides seem to crush with the thought but he refused to think about it any longer, they had now reached her office and opened the door unbearably slowly, and to Harry's immense relief Remus Lupin was standing at the window waiting for Harry's arrival.

'Hello Harry' he said welcomingly.

'Professor Lupin?' Harry asked unbelievably, he looked very pale even had even more greying hairs,

'The one and only' he said, chuckling,

'I'll be in the Great Hall, if you need me Mr. Lupin' she said kindly and left the room.

'What brings you hear Professor?' asked Harry very pleased to his old professor.

'I wanted to see how you were Harry' he said.

'Well, I'm alright guess'

'Nothing beating you down?' he asked, and Harry had a shrewd suspicion that his old teacher was talking about his Godfather, and instead of pursuing the dangerous thread of conversation he switched the topic over, 'well, I have had better days, school work is unbelievable, and other things, but, er what about you?'

'I've also had better days and but being in the order keeps me busy anyway.' He said sadly. It was like two men stuck in the same grave, they stood there for the slightest fraction for a moment and reflecting, and then returning to their glum state.

'Thanks for the present by the way, I just can't figure it out' said Harry trying to break the silence, Lupin looked a little confused but didn't comment, Harry didn't think he was listening as he looked half lost and half out of sleepy.

They talked for a little longer and to Harry's dismay; Professor Lupin left McGonagall's office, complaining of how he needed to see Dumbledore about something to do with the order. Harry was left on his oen, and as he had nothing better to do and it was too late to go back to the library, he thought that he would return to Gryffindor Tower and wait for Dinner, he slung over his heavily overloaded book bag and left the office, which in any light always looked forbidden and formidable.

It was only when Harry was walking at his extremely slow pace due to the very heavy bag, did he hear a slight giggle out of the corner of the corridor behind him, he turned around to see who it was, the giggle made him feel very uneasy as it had a certain morbid texture to it, he couldn't see anyone and he was certainly alone.

He walked a little, retaking his steps and turning his head to look right, there, he saw something that strangely jerked something in him, Harry saw the same boy who came with him and his friends on the carriage to School, he was also the same person talked about by Hermione and Ginny at the welcoming feast, he saw Max Sandwich guiding another usually giggling girl from hufflepuff he noticed was in fourth year into a broom closet, however, she wasn't giggling now, on the contrary, she looked rather uncomfortable when seeing the broom closet but nodded her head at something that Max sandwich was whispering to her, they walked into the closet, Harry had very sick feeling in his stomach and it passed onto his liver, neither of the couple noticed Harry intrude upon their privacy and so, taking this as an advantage, Harry looked away and retreated onto his march towards Gryffindor Tower.

For some strange reason he felt that what he had witnessed was wrong, he felt that what Max Sandwich did was forbidden, he didn't know what his fellow schoolmate was doing, however, it didn't seem right, the look on the girl's face seemed to haunt Harry, and what he had just seen seemed to be wrong.

All the time on his journey back to Gryffindor Tower Harry cold hear soft clicking sounds, like a horse's hooves, he stopped quite a few times and turned around but as always he found himself alone and deserted. It was rather depressing; it just continually reminded Harry on how alone he was.

As Harry just reached the landing where the portrait of the Fat lady was he passed another painting that yelled out to him.

'Lo Valiant warier!' Harry's head cricked as he tried to turn it at the speed of light towards the painting, when Harry sobered himself, he noticed that Sir Cadogan and his drunk horse was looming at him out of the painting. Harry rolled his eyes, 'Not you' he muttered. Harry felt that the last person he wanted to see was Sir Cadogan and he would rather be alone that be around him. At the moment Harry felt sympathetic towards the woman with a bucket of milk who had to stick herself to the side of her wooden frame in order to avoid being knocked unconscious by the stupid Knight.

'What makes thee so sad, Sir?' asked Sir Cadogan annoyingly.

'What?' said Harry rudely.

'Is the villain striking?' he asked, his eyes alert.

'What the bloody hell are you on about?' said Harry his voice growing louder.

'The sandwich has struck again!' he yelled.

'Wha-' started Harry, annoyed at the horsemen, but the knight interrupted him.

'The mangy cur sandwich, has struck against your maiden' he said. Harry's eyes widened, he was completely at a loss to what this character was saying.

'What! I don't have a bloody maiden!' said Harry, and at the worst possible moment he felt very slightly embarrassed by what he had said.

'Lo, you are wrong, brave Knight!' Sir Cadogan Yelled. 'Stand and against your enemies'

'I'm not going to do anything' and just as Harry turned to leave…

'Sandwich has clutched his Claws around Maid Virginia' said Sir Cadogan, with the air of a messenger.

'Bloody Hell.' Said Harry, the wheels in his head started to turn, could he mean… 'Sir Cadogan, can you tell me is Max Sandwich dating Ginny' asked Harry his voice strangely hollow.

'They have been united' said the knight, finally making some sense.

'And I just saw him with someone else' said Harry distantly

'The mangy cur' said Sir Cadogan.

Author's Note: hope you liked it.

Melvianna: how's your toothache? Thanks for reading, hope this wasn't a disappointment. Maybe I do make out that Harry is a little obsessed, well maybe a lot, but I'll work on that.

Miraboo: here is another wonderful chapter for you to review, I thought I made out Harry to go straight to Dumbledore wasn't a good idea either; I should work on that too.