A/N: Sorry, I had a few mistakes on the last chapter. Also, I forgot to add in a part about the quills (Check the title). I'll probably squeeze them into this chapter.

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A New Dream

That night, Harry couldn't get back to sleep. He decided to go take a walk.

Harry took out his invisibility cloak, remembering how it had once belonged to his father. He also realized that Sirius must've used the cloak when he was young. Tears welled up in Harry's eyes, but he stopped himself from crying.

He silently left the dorm, finding his way into a warm and cozy common room. Harry examined the room. He saw the fireplace, remembering only too well the time Sirius had come to talk to Harry when his scar hurt, nearly getting caught by Umbridge. Harry sighed. Everywhere he'd go, something would remind him of Sirius.

Harry tiptoed through the portrait hole and walked through the corridors aimlessly. Somehow, he ended up standing in front of a wall. Realizing where he was, he paced back in front of the wall three times concentrating very hard on something. A door appeared in the wall, and Harry stepped inside of the Room of Requirement.

The room was setup as it was the previous year for the DA. There were the same cushions and books lining the walls. Harry plopped down onto a cushion and remembered the accounts at every meeting; the time Neville had gotten Hermione with one of the jinxes, the time that everyone got the spell right, the time he kissed Cho, the time Dobby came to warn them...

Harry fell into a deep sleep.

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There was a door at the end of the corridor. Harry knew where it led to seeing that he had been through it before. Obviously, it was the door that led to the Department of Mysteries. Harry went through a few doors and ended up in a room with a veil; the veil through which Sirius had fell. It was no longer eerie to Harry, but it looked quite serene.

Harry took a closer step and saw a wisp of silver. Could it be? The silver appeared to Harry as though they were thoughts stored in a pensieve.

Harry looked around the room and saw a Nimbus 2001. Taking the broom, Harry jumped onto the other side of the veil, not knowing what he would face.

Harry was falling down the archway for what seemed like ages. Finally, when he landed, Harry saw the cause of the wisps of silver, and something else startling.

There was indeed a pensieve that was causing the silver lining throughout the veil, but Harry looked around and was shocked.

Is he alive? He's been down here all along? Harry wondered as he looked up at the shaggy face of his once-handsome godfather, Sirius Black.

Sirius's head was lying on a table with cards on it. Then Harry was struck with realization. Sirius wasn't the only one down here. Harry looked to the left of his dad's best friend and saw a few other men and some women as well, resting. Some, like Sirius had their heads on the table, while others leaned against the wall of the archway.

What Harry saw next was even more surprising. There was a beetle, scurrying across the table. Harry took out his wand and yelled, "Transform!"

The beetle transformed into a woman, who Harry had met in the fourth year. She was none other than Rita Skeeter, a journalist.

A few other people woke to all the noise and were shocked to see Harry and Rita. Amongst those who awoke was Sirius.

"Harry? I must be dreaming." Sirius stretched and rubbed his eyes. "HARRY!! It really is you! Blimey, what are you doing down here? Was it my cousin? Did she push you down here?" Sirius pulled Harry into a tight hug.

"Sirius! What have you been doing down here? How did you survive without food? I thought you had d--- "

Harry couldn't bring himself to say the word died. It caused him too much pain.

"Sirius? Is that Sirius Black?" Rita asked shocked. She took out her quill out of her bag and started writing a headline.

The Murderer is Finally Found

Sirius Black, known to be accomplice to You-Know-Who, has been found in the Department of Mysteries writes Rita Skeeter. Making a great escape from Azkaban Prison, he now converses with Harry Potter, son of James and Lily Potter, who Sirius himself had betrayed.

Rita looked up from her paper. "So tell me, Mr. Black, how is it that one could escape from the well-guarded Azkaban Prison?"

Sirius looked confused. Harry, however, glared and said, "I thought you would no longer be writing for the Daily Profit."

Rita grinned at Harry. "I'm not...I have taken up a job as # 1 reporter for The Quibbler which your bushy-haired ex-girlfriend suggested. So tell me, how are things with Cho? Did you apologize?"

Harry fumed. "Hermione was never my girlfriend, just a very good friend! And for that matter, my relationship with Cho or any other girl in the school is none of your business!"

When questioning Harry Potter, he reveals that every night he still cries about his breakup with Hermione Granger and refuses to discuss his affair with Ravenclaw quidditch player Cho Chang. He also says that he has had many other affairs with almost every other girl in the school.

"I NEVER SAID THAT!" Harry raged.

Onlookers were curious as to what was going on, and tried catching a glimpse of Rita's article.

It was Sirius who decided to stop everything. "Rita, please stop with your story because if you do not I will make sure that your shall we say "other form" will be revealed to the public. And if I can't tell them I will make sure that Harry will."

Rita frowned and put her quill and parchment away in her bag, muttering under her breath.

"And Harry, you better leave and take Rita with you. It's not safe for you to be down here." Sirius said, glancing at those around him when he said 'safe'.

"But what about you Sirius? I have so much I have got to ask you. What about--"

"Not now Harry! If you ever have a problem, just send me an owl."

Harry grudgingly agreed and told Rita to transform and get on the broom. "It'll be much easier to fly with a beetle than a person on a one-man broom," he added seeing the unwilling look on her face.

After finally getting the reporter to agree, they set off back to the other side of the veil.

Once they arrived, Harry had to face photographers and loads of people handing Harry quills, asking for his autograph.

"We heard you went to the other side of the veil and made it back safely."

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Harry awoke to a tap on his shoulder. Standing in front of him was...

A/N: Evil cliffy! Review or else!