The next week scurried past and so did their homework. They were keeping up with their homework, but they never found enough time to spend to do things they liked. What more, he was Quidditch captain, if he didn't do anything, nobody would.

It was Thursday. Ron and Harry had collected four parchments of names of people who wanted to try out. Ron picked out some names;" Seamus, Ginny, Colin....WHAT? PARVATI ? She's so petty! I'm telling you, she's not going to be able to survive in Quidditch. ". Ron was obviously appalled. Harry shook his head, took his Firebolt and the pieces of parchments and walked out of their dorm. Ron had no choice but to follow suit.

The Quidditch pitch was quite full of students and Madame Hooch could be seen organizing them. Harry's heart leapt. He wondered how Angelina had managed to do this herself.

Soon, the try-outs began. Harry was alarmed by the number of students who were trying for five places. Some people couldn't even fly well. First up was Michael Horovitz, a third year. Michael was pathetic. He caught the Quaffle in front of his face and fell off his broom. He was knocked out and was taken to the hospital wing by Madame Hooch.

Everyone after him became slightly worried and soon enough, there were bloody noses, broken limbs and other catastrophes. Even Ginny, who used to be seeker, was not all that great.

Seamus and Parvati turned out to be slightly better, but Harry and Ron thought that they just need some brushing up. Ron gaped. He had never seen Parvati on her broom, so carefree about how she looked and she certainly had become better than before. Professor McGonagall passed by the Quidditch pitch and Harry was sure he saw her smile at him.

Harry and Ron returned to their dorms after the try-outs. It had certainly drained them out and Ron was beginning to get irritated. Harry ignored him and scanned through the list of people who wanted to be on the team. The results were obvious. "Chasers can be Ginny, Seamus and Parvati. As for the beaters....." He thought aloud so that Ron could tell him his thoughts. "No probs!" he replied. "The beaters can be....lessee... Those two bubble-heads who ended up whacking each other, but they're the only chance we've got. They know what it's like playing against other houses." Ron seemed deep in thought, but Harry shook off the feeling as he thought Ron could never seem so serious. He was so tired and just went to bed without changing. This had been one Thursday too long.

The next day, Friday, Ron and Harry were awakened by Hermione. Ron blushed furiously when Hermione entered their dorm and he was still in his pajamas. "Look at this!" said Hermione, whose expression on her face was not easy to understand. Harry immediately put on his glasses and looked at the Daily prophet, the newspaper. Ron though, wanted to sleep in but actually wanted to hide his face from Hermione. But all the same, he too got up. Harry gaped. It was an article. It read:

"Sirius Black............In Bulgaria?

Sirius Black, murderer from Azkaban, has been reported to be in Bulgaria, hiding from dementors and Ministry of Magic workers. Kingsley Shacklebolt, who is currently in charge of the hunt for Sirius Black, said that he had heard a lady, who wished to be unnamed, talking to a friend, and she said that she had been to Bulgaria recently on a business trip and there had been "funny" attacks , just like when Black was here in London."

Harry was outraged, but he kept on reading.

"If Black is out there, there'll be more deaths, or maybe there will be no more deaths since he is scared, said Cornelius Fudge, a member of the Ministry. Fudge, who used to be Minister of Magic, had some problems a few years ago with black. All we can tell everyone is that we are not sure of anything and to be careful. You never know what's going around!"

Harry didn't know what to say. He just fell back onto his bed and buried his head in his hands. Luckily, only Ron and Hermione were in their dorm and only they knew what had truly happened. "Harry," Hermione said in a low but gentle voice." It's no use crying now. He's gone; it's a huge loss for everyone. Well, almost everyone. And how much you cry, Sirius will never return. Sirius will never physically return, but he will be living within you, guiding you..." Harry cheered up a little bit and Hermione gave him a friendly hug. Ron scowled and looked down.

Hermione then left the dorm, leaving Harry and Ron alone again. Harry could read Ron's face. "You like her, right?" he asked him slowly. He knew Ron wasn't very good at hiding emotions. Ron just looked at Harry blankly and then nodded, blushing a bright purple shade. They said nothing to each other and went for breakfast.

They spent their free time that day indoors, as it was raining, and they managed to finish off all their homework. Harry and Ron decided to get some fresh air and went out for a walk. The grass smelt great and a breeze was blowing. They returned to their dorm only writing an owl. A long owl.