Full Summary: After the death of Sirius, Harry muses over the time he had with Siri. But as the new year at Hogwarts approaches, he gets an idea from a comment that Luna Lovegood said at the end of 5th year. In that room with the archway. They were just lurking out of sight, that's all. You heard them. Now, Harry is heading back to the Department Of Mysteries to rescue Sirius And only one other person is going with him: Luna. Will they survive or is this the end of the wizarding world as we know it?
A/N: I love you guys! You guys have made writing this story worthwhile and don't know what to say anymore. sniffle I hope that you like this chapter, so enjoy! Oh yeah. There is also some mentioning of Harry liking Hermione, but, I don't know if I mentioned this, there will be no romance, just some mentioning of it. Also, since the only font modifier that is working in the underscore, that is what I will be using instead of italics.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters. Tonks, Luna, Harry, Remus and all the others belong to the great JKR. Just one question for her, tho: WHY SIRIUS?!
Dedication: To Sirius-Hotness, the first reviewer for ch. 3, and the one person who has reviewed all of the chapters so far. Cookies and teen-Siri for you.
A/N2: Thanks to Ani Hart and Rashaka for the info on Isis. I have changed ch. 2 a bit, so you may want to go back and read it. I hope that I won't make that mistake again. shudders at thought of what Isis could've become
Ch. 3 Talking
The next morning, Harry woke up to the sounds of his fellow Gryffindors getting ready for the first day of classes. Not bothering to change from the clothes that he had worn the night before, Harry sluggishly got out of bed after uncoiling the serpent sheets that had entangled him once more. Looking at himself in the mirror for the first time in weeks, Harry was startled to find dark bags were beginning to form under his hard eyes.
Oh great, he thought, this is all I need. Now I'm going to get hounded by Hermione, Ron, Ginny and everyone else I know.
But to his surprise and even slight happiness, no one bothered him that morning at breakfast or even on his way to his first class of the year, Advanced Charms, which he knew he had with Hermione and Ron. He arrived at the classroom fifteen minutes before the class was scheduled to start and took a seat in the far back of the room away from the windows. Five minutes later, Ron and Hermione walked in. At the sight of Harry, both instantly shut up and stopped in the archway. Hermione whispered something to Ron, who nodded. They both took their seats in the front of the class far from Harry.
"So, I'm guessing that you hate me?" said Harry nonchalantly.
"What gives you that idea, Potter?" sneered Ron, his back still facing Harry.
"Well, for one thing, you've been ignoring me. Which, if it were anyone else, I would've been ecstatic. But since it's you guys, I'm quite surprised. Another thing, do you really like calling me Potter?"
Hermione turned around, tears shining in her brown eyes. "Do you think we like seeing you like this? We know what you've been through. Don't you –"
Harry gaped at her. "You actually think that you know what I've been through? Do you think I enjoy seeing Sirius in my dreams every night as he falls through the veil over and over. Do you even know that I've contemplated suicide while I wasn't in your sight? Do you think I like seeing people die in my dreams? 'Cause you know what? For once, I want to be normal. I want to be able to see my parents and tell them that we've won the House Cup and the Quidditch Cup. That I've been made captain of the team. But I can't tell anyone that. Oh, I know that you know all this because you're my friends and my housemates, but do you think that I could tell someone like the Dursleys that? No. Because they found out that Sirius is dead. And all I hear from them–especially darling Dudley–is that I killed him. That I'm a murderer. That I'm a no good son of a bitch and I should've been drowned when they first saw me on their porch those fifteen long years ago."
Harry shook his head, his permanently tousled hair becoming even more so. "But I have a greater purpose in this world. I have to kill or be killed by Voldemort. What kind of life is that? The only reason I was born was to do this. And you know what? I'm really starting to hope that he'll come during the night and just get it over with. I'm tired of this life. I really want out."
By this time, the entire class, both Gryffindors and Slytherins alike, had heard the last part of Harry's speech.
"Famous Harry Potter," sneered Draco Malfoy, a Slytherin 6th year. "Finally, after all these years, you finally want to be taken by the Dark Lord. This couldn't be because of that pathetic loser Black's death, now could it?"
Harry whipped around to face Malfoy strait on just as both Hermione and Ron jumped out of their seats to defend Sirius.
"Take that back, Malfoy!" shouted Hermione.
"And what will you do if I don't, Mudblood? Send a Thestral after me?"
Wand out, a curse was playing on Hermione's lips when the tiny Charms professor, Flitwick, walked into the room. But Harry took no heed of the professor's entrance into the classroom. With a carefully chosen hex, Draco Malfoy was blasted out of the room where he smashed into the stone wall in the hallway and was knocked unconscious, a trickle of crimson blood running down his right temple.
"What in Merlin's name is going on here?" squeaked Flitwick. "Ms. Granger, explain."
"Well, professor. Malfoy made a rude comment to Harry. And –"
"And I hexed him," finished Harry. "Nothing more."
"And just way did you hex Mr. Malfoy?" Rage was becoming evident in the tiny professor's voice but his eyes remained strangely sympathetic towards the young Potter.
"It's simple, really," sighed Harry, his eyes slightly softening but then returning to their icy state once more. "I will not be spoken to in the tone and the manner that I had been by Malfoy. If he had said anything more, I would've done something a bit more drastic."
Flitwick sighed. "That still doesn't give you the right to hex him, Mr. Potter."
Harry gave a small laugh through his nose and shook his head. "I don't care anymore. He's had that coming for a long time now."
"Potter," squeaked Flitwick harshly, "go to Professor McGonagall as soon as this class is over. I suspect that she would like to have a word or two with you once she reads this."
A written note on onyx colored parchment floated from Flitwick's desk to in front of Harry. He grabbed the note and put it into his outside cloak pocket.
"It'll be more like two million words," muttered Harry as he took his seat.
Safely hidden in the back of the room, Harry barely paid attention. He managed to learn the new spell, the Life Charm, easily enough but he was soon engulfed in his world once more. Oh, he knew very well that his future as an Auror was at stake, but Harry didn't care; there was just too much on his mind now.
The bell finally rang, echoing off the stone walls of the castle, and the room quickly emptied. Once everyone but Hermione and Ron had left, Harry got up and walked out of the blindingly bright room. He approached his friends cautiously, afraid of what they were capable of doing to him after what he had said earlier.
"Hermione?" said Harry cautiously.
"Yes?"
"Can you, erm. . . can you tell Hagrid that I'll be with Professor McGonagall? And that I'll be there as soon as I can?"
Hermione smiled. "Of course, Harry. And don't try and be all brave about what's happening. You know that we'll help you in any way we can."
A small smile actually made a brief appearance on his face before fleeing.
"Good luck," said Ron.
Harry nodded. "I'll need it."
Harry slowly made his way to his head-of-house's office. He knocked briefly on the oak door that lead into the Transfiguration room, which also doubled as Minerva's office when she didn't care to travel to her official one. A faint 'enter' issued from the other side of the door and Harry quietly swung the door open. It looked to be the professor's free period, as there were no students in the room, and she seemed to be relaxing at her desk – if you call reprimanding Harry relaxing.
"Mr. Potter," said McGonagall, surprise evident in her voice. "To what do I owe this visit?"
"Professor Flitwick told me to give you this." Harry handed her the onyx parchment, causing her brown eyes to become enlarged.
"What did you do, Potter?"
"I hexed Malfoy. That's all. He made a smart-arsed comment about Sirius and I hexed him. He deserved it, Professor."
"THAT STILL DOESN'T GIVE YOU THE RIGHT TO HEX ANOTHER STUDENT! I'M OUTRAGED AT YOUR ACTIONS." Her voice softened a bit as she continued on her rant. "I understand that Sirius' death has deeply hurt you – it's been the same with everyone in the Order – but I think that it's time that you move on."
Harry gaped at the professor. "Move on? MOVE ON? How can I move on when that was the last of the family that I have ever known. How can I move on when I keep seeing him in my dreams? How the bloody hell am I supposed to move on when I know that I could've stopped him from going to the Ministry in the first place?!"
"Harry, please, calm down."
Hearing the professor use his first name didn't manage to surprise him as he continued to shout.
"CALM DOWN? Just how in bloody hell am I supposed to calm down when I know that I'm either going to die at the hands of Voldemort or, if I'm lucky, of old age. I have to kill or be killed by that great git that killed my parents and the only family I had left!"
"What about Remus?"
"Remus? What about him?"
"He was one of your father's best friends, too, you know."
"But I didn't know him like I did with Sirius. You don't understand. Neither does he."
"I'm afraid that he does understand you, and quite well in fact. Both of you are on the same boat. Sirius was his only family after Hogwarts. You know how hard it is for a werewolf to get jobs in our world. Can't you see how Sirius' death has also deeply hurt him, just as it has you? Now, I've given you a history lesson and a lecture to boot. And I see that you've already missed your class with Hagrid. Just head off to your next class."
"What about detention?"
"There will be none this time. But if I ever hear that you've hexed another student, it'll be a month. And I don't care that Albus has made you captain. This warning still stands. Now, off with you."
Harry sprinted to the door and ran to his next class, which happened to be Advanced Potions. Oh, Harry knew that he was going to regret walking into the dungeon for class, even if Ron and Hermione were going to be there. The bell rang just as he took his seat in the far corner of the room.
"What an abysmal amount of students I have now in this class," said Professor Severus Snape as he paced the front of the class. His greasy black hair shone in the sunlight that streamed in from the high windows and hung limply around his gaunt face. Black robes framed his thin body. Dark bags hung under his black eyes and his mouth was curved into a sneer. "Once this class held such promise, if I could ever call it that. Now it contains of what I hope to be the best of the best. If you have learned anything in these past years here, I would hope that it is how to brew a decent potion. If not, I will send you back and you can become as incompetent as Neville Longbottom."
"Neville is not incompetent!" said Hermione. "Maybe if you gave him more of a chance to prove his worth, then maybe you'd be singing a different tune, Professor."
"Ms. Granger, sit down before I make you. And 10 points from Gryffindor."
"Hermione," said Harry, placing his hand on her arm, "just leave it. I'll take care of it later."
"POTTER! GET TO YOUR SEAT BEFORE ALL OF THE D.A. RECEIVES DETENTION FOR EVEN BEING IN THE SAME ROOM AS YOU AND MS. GRANGER!"
"Now, I will pair what few of you there are and we will begin by brewing Veritaserum. Potter, come to the front here and pair up with Malfoy. You may begin as soon as you are ready."
Harry grudgingly packed his things into his pewter cauldron and moved to the very front of the room where Draco now sat. In the back of his mind, Harry couldn't help but wonder what was going to go wrong next.
Madame Pomfrey must've fixed him up during the last period, thought Harry as he gathered the ingredients.
"I bet you wish that you had a family like mine, now don't you, Potter," sneered Draco as he set up his cauldron. "I told you, not to go messing around with the wrong sort. You've already killed off that Hufflepuff and now Black. Kill off Dumbledore and then we can talk."
"The only time that I will ever talk to you, Malfoy, is when I'm hexing you to your grave. Until then, shut the bloody hell up."
"A bit touchy are we?"
"One more word, Malfoy, and you'll wish that you'd never been born. Now, can we get on with this or do I have to start using some force with you?"
"Mr. Potter," said the Potions Master, "is there anything that you wish to share with us? We would all like to be enlightened at what you and Mr. Malfoy seem to be chatting so animatedly about."
"No, Professor Snape," said Harry. "It's nothing at all."
"Well then, if it is clearly nothing, then I suggest getting back to work. Oh, and ten points from Gryffindor," the professor added nonchalantly.
Draco smirked as they two of them silently began to work on their potion. The Potions Master paced the eerily quiet room as they all worked diligently. For the next hour, the only sound that could be heard in the room was the bubbling of the potions and the occasional muttering from an occupied student trying not to mess up the potion. A while later the bell rang once more and the dungeons quickly emptied after they had put the potion into vials.
Now was the time for Harry's best class – Defense Against the Dark Arts. As no one had seen the new professor yet, everyone was eager to see who it could be, as they had to be better than that toad-faced Professor Dolores Umbridge, the "Hogwarts High Inquisitor", as she preferred to be known. Harry walked in solitude, thoughts running rampant inside his head. He reached the class a few minutes early and took his customary seat in the far corners of the class.
Hopefully, thought Harry, this will be a reading type of day for the new professor. He or she will need at least a day to figure us out.
The class filled up rather quickly after Harry had taken his seat. He received looks as each person entered the room but they all kept their distance, which suited Harry just fine. Ron and Hermione were the last of the students to show as the class began. At first everyone wondered where their professor might be. But just then the oak door opened, and in walked . . .
Bwahahahaha! I am just so cruel. Who will the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher be? This is where you, the beloved reader, comes in to help me, the un-gifted author. I want to know who you would like the students to have as the new DADA teacher.
Choices:
A.) Remus Lupin (Has done the job before. It would be just like Dumbledore to re-hire him just because the ministry doesn't want him to.)
B.) Tonks (She could add a humorous personality to the staff.)
C.) Both (Explains itself)
In your review, tell me who you feel would do the best with the job. I've been trying to figure out who I would like better but I felt that I should ask you guys for your opinion. My friend has told me that Remus should probably be the teacher but Tonks could sub for him on the nights of the full moon instead of Snape, since he'll be busy spying. Well, let me know who you want.......
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Title: Sometimes
Summary: Sirius' death was the last straw and Harry just can't deal with his life anymore. So to cope, he makes himself a new identity in the Muggle world - Adrian Miles. But, fortunately or unfortunately for him, the wizarding world is determined to get their hero back....
So? Good or bad? Makes you wanna get up and kill her? Hehe, hope not....
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