A/N: Yes! My SATs are so totally over! Wahoo! No more SATs ever again! Yes! I just hope I did okay on them... especially since the maths and Macbeth essay one was so hard.

And before I forget, last chapter, at the end, I said it was Spanish. I meant Italian. Sorry for the confusion. I'm an idiot.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any related characters or places.

Chapter 14

"Potreste muoversi prego? Sembrate essere nel senso!"

He looked down at the kid that was talking to him. Why could they just understand he didn't speak a word of Italian?

"I don't understand a word you're saying kid," he said aspirated, before trying the simplest form of communication he could.

"Me..." he said, pointing to himself. "No..." he shook his head. "Speaky!" he finished up by making what looked like a pincer action with his hand.

"Siete un'aragosta?" the boy asked, whilst a woman came running up to him.

"Bambino! Quante volte hanno vi ho detto contro la comunicazione con sconosciuti!" she said to him, obviously angry.

"Ma madre! Non capisce una parola che stia dicendo!"

"Smetta di fare sulle storia ed ottenga all'interno!" she said again, before turning to him and smiling. "Chiedo scusa per il mio figlio, a volte lui non penso a che cosa dice."

"Huh? Sorry lady, but I don't understand a word you're saying! I don't even know where I am!"

"Stupore! Il mio figlio era di destra! Realmente non parlate una parola di italiano!"

The woman walked off laughing, leaving a very puzzled person behind.

Harry looked around a mist-enshrouded forest for a moment, wondering idly how he'd gotten there before he realised it was a dream. Or nightmare depending how you looked at it.

It was dark, the few rays of sunlight that were there were breaking through the canopy and the mist onto the damp, leaf covered ground beneath his feet.

The trees surrounding him looked ancient, almost magical, as if they could come alive at any moment and either guide him to safety or kill him without a second thought. It all looked surprisingly possible, mainly due to the fact that the trees appeared to have faces in their bark.

For some unknown reason, Harry felt as if he was being drawn to a particular spot... drawn through the trees and onwards.

He passed sycamore, oak, ash, pine and many others on his way...

He was getting close to wherever he was being drawn too, he could feel it...

Just a bit further…

More trees passed, the light fading around him, the mist increasing, the few signs of life, squirrels and the occasional bird that he had managed to spot earlier gradually vanishing.

He was almost there…

So close…

He could see that the trees were passing with greater speed now, indicating that he had picked up speed instead.

There was no light penetrating now, the only reason he was able to see being because of an eerie glow that the mist as giving off.

He was so close he could practically taste it in the air…

He could almost smell it…

So close…

Finally coming to a stop, he knew he was there, though where 'there' was was a complete mystery to him.

Peering around his latest surrounding, he saw that there was very little to see. Everything was pitch black, with the exception of the glow from the mist… and the woman who was standing in front of him.

She had long, blond hair that was slightly wavy, and had the front two locks of it tied back whilst the rest fell loosely about her shoulders. Her skin was pale, an almost ghostly while, her eyes a piercing ice blue. On her head lay a tiara of delicate twisted gold, elven from what he could remember from one of the books he had read recently, with a pair of leaves twisted near the centre, and she wore a robe that seemed to give off an unearthly glow by itself.

"Are you ready, Harry Potter?" she asked him in a voice like none he had heard, whilst her eyes seemed to pierce into his very soul.

"W-what?" he stammered, his heart thudding slightly in his chest.

"Are you ready, Harry Potter?" she repeated for him patiently.

"R-ready f-for what?" he asked nervously, doing an almost perfect impression of Quirrel.

The woman laughed, and a knowing smile appeared on her face.

"You will see," she said, as Harry felt himself being pulled away.

Back in Grimmauld place Harry awoke with a start as he realised where he was. He was back in the safety of Order Headquarters. He had never left. It had just been a dream… hadn't it? It had felt real, after all…

Shaking his head, Harry looked out of the window to see it was still dark outside. It was too early to get up really.

He sighed, and walked over to the window. There were lots of starts out, each one a bright point in the sky, and, though most were nothing more than a simple pinprick in size, but they all helped light up the sky with the help of the moon, the brightest start of all having a deep place in his heart.

It was Sirius, the dog star.

It was funny, really, the fact that Sirius had only come into his life at the end of his third year, and, truth be told, had barely been around, and still his death had hurt him so. It was shocking really, how close the two of them had become in the short amount of time they had spent together in total. It could have been because he was the one link to his father for him, and for Sirius, he was the person most like his old best friend.

Something's were unexplainable though. The amount of time in total they had spent together that Harry could remember was very little, yet he had cared immensely for Sirius. What he couldn't believe was he had practically forgiven his killer. That was one of the unexplainable things. Just like the fact that he hadn't noticed an owl flying up right in front of his eyes, carrying a letter to him through the open window.

He looked up in shock, before quickly untying the letter attached to its leg. It seemed a foreign bird. It definitely wasn't a native bird… but he knew no one from another country, besides those who he had met during the triwizards tournament, and he was almost certain they wouldn't be writing to him.

However, Harry's shock only deepened, as he saw the handwriting, and then the signature at the bottom - it wasn't true! He was dead! The person who had written to him was dead! He knew it! But here was proof of the opposite, sitting right in front of him.

Parts of the letter, or note, as it was so short, were smudged, though he had no idea what from.

Harry,

Please… I need help… I'm in Italy… …help… please.

Sirius

A/N: Okay, congrats to everyone who guessed the mystery person was Sirius. Good on ya!

Another thing I want to say is that I'm not being racist or anything about Italy when I have Sirius say that Italy always drives him made, but when you're in a country that you don't speak the language of you kind of do get driven insane. I guess.

Okay, the translations from Italian are as follows:

Potreste muoversi prego? Sembrate essere nel senso! - Could you please move? You happen to be in the way!

Siete un'aragosta? - Are you a lobster?

Bambino! Quante volte hanno vi ho detto contro la comunicazione con sconosciuti! - Child! How many times have I told you against talking to strangers!

Ma madre! Non capisce una parola che stia dicendo! - But mum! He doesn't understand a word I'm saying!

Smetta di fare sulle storia ed ottenga all'interno! - Stop making up stories and get inside!

Chiedo scusa per il mio figlio, a volte lui non penso a che cosa dice - I apologise for my son, sometimes he doesn't think about what he says

Stupore! Il mio figlio era di destra! Realmente non parlate una parola di italiano! - Amazing! My son was right! You really don't speak a word of Italian!

Another thing I wanted to say is I've given up on longer chapters for this fic (I gave up on that idea quickly, didn't I?) but I will be getting my updates up to the speed they were at before hopefully.

Vegita43: Yah, I suppose. I just wanted a shock for Remus last chapter.

Madfoot Moony: Thanks, and his reaction? Well, when he finally realises it will be fun to put.

Launigsiae: Okay!

Hi Im Crazy: blushes Thanks! But I only update this often because I can't leave the story alone for too long.

helo: I will.

INMH: giggles Correct!

gaul1: Err, yeah, that was a mistake on my part. I meant to put Italian, but for some reason my brain went dead again and I put Spanish.

Sword of Darkness: I have no idea about that as of yet.

Eaglesage21: Okay, here's the update.

The Vampire Story Hunter: You're impatient, you know that? I'll go write the first chapter of it once I put this up. So, hopefully, very soon. And I'd noticed about the chapter lengths of Dark fics. I should hopefully be able to get to that length. If I'm lucky.

Zaraky: Yeah, I'll try and get longer chapters, but I tend to compensate for lack of length with really quick updates (at some points nearly daily).

Paladin3030: The Iscariot? What are they? I've seen you're ideas though. I may 'borrow' a few.

padfootjr23: Yep! As you can see from above!

Lanfear1: Short response: Thanks!

jeangab057: Thanks you!