Chapter Two

Harry had left the welcoming feast early. He just couldn't bring himself to enjoy it... Although he had had the entire summer to think about what had happened last year in the Department of Mysteries, he still found himself dwelling on Sirius' death. He had lost a lot of weight over the summer, and his friends were getting worried about him. He'd spent tremendous amounts of time in his room sleeping an thinking. Occasionally picking up a book trying to distract himself, usually failing miserably.

He had spent the last week of Holiday at Number Twelve Grimmauld place. Lupin himself had suggested it to Dumbledore. Even though Voldemort was now back at full power and the Ministry had finally found out that Harry and Dumbledore had been telling the truth, everyone was on the edge. Harry had expected Dumbledore to say no when he first heard Lupin's idea, but he was surprised when he got an owl a couple days later stating that Lupin and a couple others would be there to pick him up in the near future. Exact dates were not enclosed in case Voldemort or any untrustworthy wizards or witches intercepted the owl...

The last week with the members of the order, and Ron and Hermione, the Weasley twins and Ginny had lightened his spirits a little. But he still found himself waking up from re-enactments of that night back in the Ministry, his eyes streaming and his scar prickling...

He was sitting on his bed, lost in thought as usual these days when ron slipped in with a plate of food from the feast.

"Snuck you some food from the feast mate."

Harry poened his mouth to tell Ron he wasn't in the slightest bit hungry, but lost the chance as Ron started talking again. "Harry you really need to eat."

Ron was right he guessed. He was looking rather pale and quite skinnier then usual. He thanked Ron and took the plate of food from his best friend and started nibbling on a piece of chicken.

"Harry... do you want to talk about it?"

Harry flinched slightly. He meant Sirius... Talking about Sirius was one of the things he wanted to do least right now. But he knew Ron was only trying to help.

"It's ok mate... Sorry I brought it up. You sure you don't wanna come back down to the feast? Dumbledore introduced the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher. I wonder if he's any good. He looks alright though.. Firenze is still teaching too. Guess Trelawny finally realized she was a fraud. But I guess we won't be needing a Divination teacher anymore- as we both failed our OWLS. Noe that I care though. I hate Divination..."

"Yea. Divination is pretty pointless. But Defence against the Dark Arts is my favorite subject- I hope the teacher is good... Anyway..." He paused.

"I think I just need some time to think, I'll still be here when the feast is done though. I doubt I'll be able to sleep. I'll catch up when everyone comes back."

"Alright."

Soon Ron had closed the door to the dorm and Harry was once again left in thought. He decided to try sleeping, despite the odds against him.

As he started sliding off his robes he heard something hard fall to the floor. When he looked down his eyes widened as he saw what had fallen. He picked up the small envelope Remus had givin him before he boarded the Hogwarts Express. He said it was from Sirius... With no other thought he opened up the package and pulled out a note. Harry had tears running down his face as he realized Sirius had written this to him.

Harry,

This is something James and I knicked from filches office in first year during a detention. For some reason he didn't approve of us turning his precious Mrs. Norris purple... Ah well. We never really figured out what it did, but we assume it's something awsome. I thought maybe you'd like to have it, maybe you can get it to work? It's a bit of an odd watch. Anyway, Kreacher is rummaging through the trash again, I better go stop him.

All my love- Snuffles

PS- Don't get your knickers in a twist if you can't get it to work. It could be an ordinary watch, but I always thought it'd be special seeing as it was marked in the drawer marked 'Dangerous' in Filches desk...

Harry wiped away the tears now trickling down his face as he pulled the watch Sirius had mentioned out of the envelope.

It was an odd watch indeed. It was black in color, and was like one of those old pocket watches, and it had a silver chain attatched to the top. But instead of three smalls hands, this watch had five.. On the side were five tiny nobs, each nob getting tinier to match the varied sizes of the hands. He noted that all hands were on the twelve.

He decided it couldn't hurt to twist the biggest nob a couple times. The first and biggest hand moved around too. Other then that nothing really happened. He tried twisting the second and third nobs, but didn't try the fourth or fifth. They moved along with the nobs too, but again, nothing else happened.

I guess it really is just some stupid old watch.

Sighing, Harry clutched the weird watch in his hand before pulling off his shirt and pants and climbing under the covers of his four poster bed.

After a few thoughts about Sirius, he finally fell asleep. Unaware of the many figures moving about before his eyes as if someone had pushed the rewind button on a muggle VCR.

Owari...

Okee, this chapter was quite short too. Ah well. I also think I ended it quite cheezy. 'Like a muggle VCR...' oooh weeell... Please review...