Harry, and Ron paced around the new common room Dumbledore had provided for them. "You know you two aren't going to get anything done by just pacing around the new room," Hermione said crossly.
"It's better than doing our potions report," Ron snapped back.
"You wouldn't have that report if you two hadn't been fooling around," Hermione replied.
"What a load of rubbish!" Ron yelled, "Snape hates us and you know it!"
"Yes, well," Hermione started, her anger started bubbling. "This time you deserved it!" She huffed and turned back to her arithmancy report.
"Will you two stop?" Harry yelled. "The last thing we need is for you two to have another row. Besides, we have more important matters to deal with than homework! Like what Voldemort is doing about the prophecy!"
Ron and Hermione bolth stopped. "But, Harry, we have no connections, no way to know what he's doing," Hermione said faintly.
"Did that stop us last time?" Harry said. "No! We didn't have any information then either, but that didn't stop us from figuring it out!" He sat down in one of the big, red armchairs Dumbledore had conjured up.
"We went there because you saw Sirius," Hermione yelled. She immediately covered her mouth with her hand. "Oh, Harry, I'm sorry," She said.
Tears sprang to Harry's eyes. He wiped them away with the hem of his black robes. "It's ok," Harry said as he wiped a tear out of his eye. Harry thought of the moment two years ago when Sirius had disappeared behind the veil in the department of mysteries. He had not quite gotten over the death of his godfather. He, Ron and Hermione had made a deal not to talk about it. But that didn't stop the whispering in the halls. It didn't stop the continued whispering of, "Did you hear, He lost his Godfather," or, "Sirius Black was his Godfather, It's not much of a loss is it, Not for us anyway." The whispers stopped when Harry looked at the speaker, but that didn't stop him from hearing them.
Harry wiped another tear from his eye. "I think we should talk about it in the morning, before Transfiguration."
Hermione and Ron nodded. Then, they all went off to their separate dormitories.
Harry walked slowly up the cold, gray steps to his dormitory. He quickly undressed and got into his fourposter bed. The silk sheets draped around him. He quickly found himself falling into a dream.