Here are the next couple of chapters.
LAST WEEK OF AUGUST **************************************** Harry had been having a hard week. Hermione and Ginny seemed to be following him. Harry was also responding badly to the mixers. It was the last week of August and Mr Weasley announced a trip to Diagon Alley. Everyone was quite happy. Harry had talked with Mrs Weasley and they had decided that Harry would stay at the house. Lately, Harry had been having more side effects that usual. His cuts were bleeding heavely, he was vommiting more, he was always tired... Mrs Weasley thought the empty house would be good for Harry. He could relax. Ron and Hermione weren't too keen on this. "Who'll get his stuff?" Ron protested. "I will." Mrs Weasley answered. They bickered back and forth. In the end, Ron lost. He and Hermione said goodbye to Harry, before disappearing into the fireplace. Harry enjoyed the day. He slept through most of it. Padfoot dragged Harry up the stairs half an hour before the Weasleys and Hermione were due to come home. They went into the bathroom and Harry hopped up onto the counter. Padfoot turned into Sirius. "Come on...need to change your bandages." Sirius said quickly. They had been doing this in secret for the past week. Harry took off his shirt. Sirius began to remove the bloody bandages. He cleaned all of the cuts and applied new bandages. Sirius was applying the last few, when the door burst open. Ron appeared. Hermione was behind him. They both gasped. Sirius closed the door quickly, but it wasn't quick enough. Ron and Hermione had seen. Sirius finished up and Harry pulled his shirt back on. Sirius changed back into Padfoot and they left the bathroom. Ron and Hermione were waiting outside the door for him. They bombarded him with questions. Harry began to back away. They were pressing questions on his. Harry was backed into a corner. He started to breath heavily. Padfoot placed himself in between Harry and his friends and began to whimper. Mr Weasley came along. He faced Harry. Harry started to sway. He fell forwards. Mr Weasley caught him under the arms. There was complete silence.
Ron, Hermione and Mr Weasley were dumbstruck. Padfoot was whimpering like crazy. Mr Weasley laid Harry down on the ground. Padfoot started licking Harry's face. "Ron, go get your mother." Mr Weasley said quickly. Ron and Hermione darted from the landing and down the stairs. Mr Weasley shook Harry, but he wouldn't wake up. Padfoot, bit into the collar of Harry's shirt, very gently, and began to pull him. Mr Weasley pushed the dog away. Padfoot came back and did the same thing. Mr Weasley again, pushed him away. Sirius growled, then grabbed Harry by the shirt collar. Mr Weasley watched as the dog dragged Harry down the hall and into Ron's room. Ron and Hermione appeared a minute later with a very worried Mrs Weasley. "Where is he?!" She asked shrilly. Mr Weasley pointed to Ron's room and they all hurried in there. Harry was resting on the camp bed. Padfoot was licking his face, trying to revive him. The dog stopped when he saw Mrs Weasley. He whimpered for a moment, then continued licking Harry's face. Mrs Weasley turned to her husband, Ron and Hermione. "W-Wait outside." She said quickly. She tried to push them through the door. "Molly, he needs to go to the hospital!" Her husband protested. "N-No he doesn't! You n-need to w-wait outside!" She said quickly. Ron was staring at her. "You do know something!" He said angrily. Now Mr Weasley was staring at her. "Molly..." He began. "Arthur, you can't be in here." She said quickly. "Why? Why can't I be?" He asked. Mrs Weasley sighed. She and her husband got into a bickering match. Finally, Padfoot stepped between them. He barked once, and then, a man stood where the dog had. Mr Weasley jumped back. "S-Sirius B-Black!" He yelled
Mr Weasley opened his mouth to yell, but Ron lunged forward and clamped a hand over his Dad's mouth. "Arthur, relax!" Mrs Weasley said quickly. Mr Weasley's eyes were bugging out of his head. He frantically moved his arms. He pointed from Sirius to Harry and then dragged a finger along his throat. Sirius was angry for a minute, then calmed down. "I would never, ever hurt a hair on Harry's head." He said calmly, a bite of anger in his voice. Mrs Weasley dragged her husband, Ron and Hermione into the room. She shut and locked the door. Ron uncovered his Dad's mouth. Mr Weasley and Sirius locked eyes for a moment, then Sirius bent over Harry. Mr Weasley pulled out his wand, but his wife grabbed it. "M-Molly!" He said, disbelieving. "Arthur, watch him!" She said angrily. Four sets of eyes fell on Sirius and Harry. Sirius was kneeling down beside Harry's camp bed. He shook him gently. "Harry..." He said quietly. Harry didn't move. Sirius pulled a bottle from his pocket. He removed the cap and waved it under Harry's nose. There was a minute, then Harry started to stir. He opened his eyes weakly. Harry tried to sit up. Sirius rested a hand on his shoulder to stop him. "Just relax son...deep breaths...just relax." He said softly. Mr Weasley's eye were bugging out so far, they were in danger of falling out. Harry was staring at Sirius. "Wha happened?" He asked weakly. Sirius sighed. "You fainted..." He said quietly. Harry closed his eyes. Sirius rested a hand on Harry's head. Harry took in and let out long breaths. He opened his eyes again and smiled weakley. Sirius smiled back. Then, Mr Weasley took a step forward. Harry could see him now. Harry and Siruis's eyes were locked for a moment, then Harry's eyes wandered. They fell on Mr Weasley. Harry went very pale and tried to grab Sirius. He was stuttering, trying to explain. He right arm got a firm hold on Sirius's arm. Mr Weasley was watching, disbelieving. Harry was frantically trying to keep Sirius with him. Mr Weasley just stared at them. "P-please d-don't take h-him!" Harry begged. His eyes were stinging with tears. Sirius was trying to calm him down, but to no avail. Mr Weasley just stared. "Don't you know what he did?" He asked, staring at Harry. "He killed thirteen innocent people. It's his fault you have no parents..." Mr Weasley said in barely more than a whisper. "N-no! H-he's innocent!" Harry cried, still gripping Sirius. Mr Weasley was shaking his head. "It's true Dad." Ron said quietly. Mr Weasley turned around. "What?!" He asked. "We were there..." Hermione said shakily. "Peter Pettigrew did it." Ron said. "Oh not this story again!" Mr Weasley groaned. "H-he did Mr Weasley! P-please, don't t-take him!" Harry begged.
"Harry!" Sirius said in barely more than a whisper. Harry locked eyes with him again. "It's okay." Sirius said quietly. Harry was shaking his head. Tears were slowly starting to fall from his eyes. Sirius pryed Harry's fingers from his arm and stood up. Harry was shaking his head. He reached desperatly for Sirius. Sirius turned to Mr Weasley, who had reclaimed his wand. "You have to do what you have to do. Just like I had to do what I had to do." Sirius said quietly. Mr Weasley stared at Sirius for a minute, then waved his wand. A pair of magical handcuffs fell into his hands. Sirius stuck out his wrists. "No!" Harry cried. Mrs Weasley rushed over and put an arm around him. She did this to both comfort and restrain him. Harry watched in horror as Mr Weasley tighted the handcuffs that were now around Sirius's wrists. Their eyes locked for a moment, then Mr Weasley looked down to the floor. Sirius turned to Harry and Mrs Weasley. "Molly, his backpack is in the bathroom. Once a day and three times a day." He said quietly. Mrs Weasley bit her lip and nodded. Sirius turned to Harry who was fighting desperatly to hold back tears. "It'll be okay Harry." He said quietly. Harry shook his head and reached out for Sirius. Ron and Hermione were fighting with Mr Weasley, trying to convince them of Sirius's innocence. Mr Weasley sighed, and dragged Sirius from the room. Ron and Hermione chased after him. Harry just sat, numb, on the camp bed with Mrs Weasley's arm around him.
Harry curled up on the bed. He didn't want to see anybody right now. Mrs Weasley understood, and she left. Ron and Hermione came in, and tried to make small talk. They thought small talk was asking Harry how he had gotten all those cuts, and why he fainted. Harry just ignored them. It must have been an hour since Sirius had gone when someone came into the room. Harry didn't know who...his back was to the door. Whoever the person was, sat down on Harry's camp bed. "I just want to be alone." Harry muttered weakly. Someone sighed. "Alright, I'll go then." They said. The person rose from the bed. Harry sat up quickly. Sirius was standing there! He flashed Harry a smile. "B-but Mr Weasley...works at the...what happened?" Harry asked quickly. "Dumbledore just showed up." He replied quietly. "He's explaining everything to them now." Sirius smiled. Harry got up off the bed and hobbled to where Sirius was. He wrapped his arms around Siruis's chest. Sirius smiled and hugged Harry back. They stood embraced, for at least a minute. Then, they separated. "You should probably change back into Padfoot. There's still Bill, Charlie, Percy, Ginny, Fred and George." Harry said quietly. "No...they went to go play quidditch in some field." Sirius explained. Harry nodded. He began to sway. Sirius instinctively reached out and grabbed him. "Wanna go downstairs and see whether my secret is still safe?" Sirius asked nervously. Harry nodded. He and Sirius made their way down the stairs. Sirius was still holding onto Harry. They stepped into the living room. That's where everyone was. Five sets of eyes fell on them. Harry and Sirius made their way to a vacant couch. Everyone watched as they settled themselves. Sirius had sat down first, in the middle of the couch. Then, Harry stretched out across him. His knees were resting on Sirius's lap. "Think you're funny do you?" Sirius smiled. Harry shrugged and smiled too. Mr Weasley was just staring at them. Dumbledore continued talking about what he had been before they had come downstairs. "And then, I received word of a...er...problem at Harry's Aunt and Uncle's house and I retrieved him from there." He explained. "Sirius has been caring for him for the past two..well, three weeks." Dumbledore finished. "Harry's been at our house for the past week." Mr Weasley said quickly. "Yes, but Sirius has been caring for Harry." Dumbledore explained. Mr Weasley was very confused. "Arthur, I am gathering evidence that will help clear Sirius's name. He did not commit the crimes he was imprisoned for and he did not sell Lily and James to Voldemort." Dumbledore said seriously. He ignored all the people that had flinched. It appeared Mr Weasley was making his decision. Sirius grasped Harry's hand, waiting for the verdict...
Sirius and Harry waited nervously as Mr Weasley tried to decided what to do. Finally, he let out a long sigh. "How much evidence do you have?" He asked wearily. "Almost enough." Dumbledore replied. "Like?" Mr Weasley asked. "I found a letter that was sent to Peter from Lily and James. I found it in his old house. James explained all about Sirius suggesting Peter." Dumbledore explained quickly. Mr Weasley's eyes wandered to Harry and Sirius. Harry looked so happy with this man... Harry deserved a real family. A family that cared about him. "Fine! Fine...I won't say anything!" He said wearily. Sirius smiled, so did Harry. Ron and Hermione let out long sighs. Mr Weasley looked very tired. "You did the right thing Arthur." Mrs Weasley said tearfully. Mr Weasley sat down in an old armchair. "I know. It sucks." He laughed. Dumbledore smiled. "Harry, Sirius, could I have a word?" He asked quietly. Sirius nodded. Harry lifted his legs and Sirius got up. He helped Harry up as well. They went into the kitchen. They sat down at the kitchen table. "Are you still taking the mixers?" Dumbledore asked quietly. Sirius nodded.
"Yeah, he takes them until the end of the month." He replied. Dumbledore nodded. "How are the side effects?" He asked. "They're getting worse." Harry replied. He shuddered. "That means that the pills are having a hard time working. If you keep taking them though, you should be fine." He explained. Harry had gone very pale and he was shaking. "They're having a hard time working? Wh-what h-happens if th-they don't work?" He asked nervously. Sirius put an arm around Harry's shoulder. "They will work. Okay? You're gonna be fine." He said quietly.
Ron and Hermione watched Dumbledore, Sirius and Harry from the living room. They couldn't hear what was going on. "What do you think happened?" Ron asked. Hermione shrugged. "I have no idea. Why won't he tell us?" She asked. Ron just shrugged. "Sure as changed though, hasn't he?" Ron asked. Hermione smiled and nodded.
"Yeah, he looks really...er...mature." She said quickly. Ron looked at her. She was blushing. "Oh god! I thought you were with Krum!" He growled. Hermione shook her head. "I'm fifteen...he's nineteen." She muttered. She was staring at Harry, a dazed look on her face. "So Harry, just go to the hospital wing when you reach Hogwarts. I suggest taking some friends with you." He said. Harry shook his head. "They don't know. They don't know about any of it." He muttered. "Maybe they should. Sirius won't be with you at school...you'll need someone." Dumbledore said quietly. Harry bit his lip. He knew Sirius wasn't going to be there... "Well, just try and enjoy your last week." Dumbledore said finally. He disapparated with a loud pop. Mrs Weasley came bustling into the kitchen. "Who wants lunch?" She asked. Harry smiled. Just then, the backdoor opened. Sirius went very pale. He turned into Padfoot. Ginny, Fred, George, Percy, Bill and Charlie came in. They were all smiling and very sweaty. Bill slapped Harry on the back. Harry flinched. Bill had hit one of his sores. "Feeling better Harry?" He asked with a smile. Harry nodded weakly. Padfoot nipped Harry's finger gently. It was time for Harry's pills. "Er....I'll be right back." He mumbled. Harry shuffled out of the kitchen, trying to hide his limp. He and Padfoot climbed the stairs. Little did they know, that Ron and Hermione were close behind. Harry dug through his backpack in the bathroom. He pulled out the pill bottles and took a pill from each one. He grabbed a cup that was sitting on the counter and filled it with water. Harry began to swallow the pills. Padfoot let out a quiet bark. Harry glanced at him, then at the open door. Ron and Hermione were staring at him. Harry quickly choked down the rest of the pills. "Harry, what..." Ron began. Harry hastily put the pill bottles back in his back. "It's nothing." He muttered. Harry brushed past them, clutching his bag. Hermione turned to Padfoot. "What happened to him?" She asked quickly. Padfoot just whimpered and swept after Harry. Ron and Hermione were growing both worried and angry.
LAST WEEK OF AUGUST **************************************** Harry had been having a hard week. Hermione and Ginny seemed to be following him. Harry was also responding badly to the mixers. It was the last week of August and Mr Weasley announced a trip to Diagon Alley. Everyone was quite happy. Harry had talked with Mrs Weasley and they had decided that Harry would stay at the house. Lately, Harry had been having more side effects that usual. His cuts were bleeding heavely, he was vommiting more, he was always tired... Mrs Weasley thought the empty house would be good for Harry. He could relax. Ron and Hermione weren't too keen on this. "Who'll get his stuff?" Ron protested. "I will." Mrs Weasley answered. They bickered back and forth. In the end, Ron lost. He and Hermione said goodbye to Harry, before disappearing into the fireplace. Harry enjoyed the day. He slept through most of it. Padfoot dragged Harry up the stairs half an hour before the Weasleys and Hermione were due to come home. They went into the bathroom and Harry hopped up onto the counter. Padfoot turned into Sirius. "Come on...need to change your bandages." Sirius said quickly. They had been doing this in secret for the past week. Harry took off his shirt. Sirius began to remove the bloody bandages. He cleaned all of the cuts and applied new bandages. Sirius was applying the last few, when the door burst open. Ron appeared. Hermione was behind him. They both gasped. Sirius closed the door quickly, but it wasn't quick enough. Ron and Hermione had seen. Sirius finished up and Harry pulled his shirt back on. Sirius changed back into Padfoot and they left the bathroom. Ron and Hermione were waiting outside the door for him. They bombarded him with questions. Harry began to back away. They were pressing questions on his. Harry was backed into a corner. He started to breath heavily. Padfoot placed himself in between Harry and his friends and began to whimper. Mr Weasley came along. He faced Harry. Harry started to sway. He fell forwards. Mr Weasley caught him under the arms. There was complete silence.
Ron, Hermione and Mr Weasley were dumbstruck. Padfoot was whimpering like crazy. Mr Weasley laid Harry down on the ground. Padfoot started licking Harry's face. "Ron, go get your mother." Mr Weasley said quickly. Ron and Hermione darted from the landing and down the stairs. Mr Weasley shook Harry, but he wouldn't wake up. Padfoot, bit into the collar of Harry's shirt, very gently, and began to pull him. Mr Weasley pushed the dog away. Padfoot came back and did the same thing. Mr Weasley again, pushed him away. Sirius growled, then grabbed Harry by the shirt collar. Mr Weasley watched as the dog dragged Harry down the hall and into Ron's room. Ron and Hermione appeared a minute later with a very worried Mrs Weasley. "Where is he?!" She asked shrilly. Mr Weasley pointed to Ron's room and they all hurried in there. Harry was resting on the camp bed. Padfoot was licking his face, trying to revive him. The dog stopped when he saw Mrs Weasley. He whimpered for a moment, then continued licking Harry's face. Mrs Weasley turned to her husband, Ron and Hermione. "W-Wait outside." She said quickly. She tried to push them through the door. "Molly, he needs to go to the hospital!" Her husband protested. "N-No he doesn't! You n-need to w-wait outside!" She said quickly. Ron was staring at her. "You do know something!" He said angrily. Now Mr Weasley was staring at her. "Molly..." He began. "Arthur, you can't be in here." She said quickly. "Why? Why can't I be?" He asked. Mrs Weasley sighed. She and her husband got into a bickering match. Finally, Padfoot stepped between them. He barked once, and then, a man stood where the dog had. Mr Weasley jumped back. "S-Sirius B-Black!" He yelled
Mr Weasley opened his mouth to yell, but Ron lunged forward and clamped a hand over his Dad's mouth. "Arthur, relax!" Mrs Weasley said quickly. Mr Weasley's eyes were bugging out of his head. He frantically moved his arms. He pointed from Sirius to Harry and then dragged a finger along his throat. Sirius was angry for a minute, then calmed down. "I would never, ever hurt a hair on Harry's head." He said calmly, a bite of anger in his voice. Mrs Weasley dragged her husband, Ron and Hermione into the room. She shut and locked the door. Ron uncovered his Dad's mouth. Mr Weasley and Sirius locked eyes for a moment, then Sirius bent over Harry. Mr Weasley pulled out his wand, but his wife grabbed it. "M-Molly!" He said, disbelieving. "Arthur, watch him!" She said angrily. Four sets of eyes fell on Sirius and Harry. Sirius was kneeling down beside Harry's camp bed. He shook him gently. "Harry..." He said quietly. Harry didn't move. Sirius pulled a bottle from his pocket. He removed the cap and waved it under Harry's nose. There was a minute, then Harry started to stir. He opened his eyes weakly. Harry tried to sit up. Sirius rested a hand on his shoulder to stop him. "Just relax son...deep breaths...just relax." He said softly. Mr Weasley's eye were bugging out so far, they were in danger of falling out. Harry was staring at Sirius. "Wha happened?" He asked weakly. Sirius sighed. "You fainted..." He said quietly. Harry closed his eyes. Sirius rested a hand on Harry's head. Harry took in and let out long breaths. He opened his eyes again and smiled weakley. Sirius smiled back. Then, Mr Weasley took a step forward. Harry could see him now. Harry and Siruis's eyes were locked for a moment, then Harry's eyes wandered. They fell on Mr Weasley. Harry went very pale and tried to grab Sirius. He was stuttering, trying to explain. He right arm got a firm hold on Sirius's arm. Mr Weasley was watching, disbelieving. Harry was frantically trying to keep Sirius with him. Mr Weasley just stared at them. "P-please d-don't take h-him!" Harry begged. His eyes were stinging with tears. Sirius was trying to calm him down, but to no avail. Mr Weasley just stared. "Don't you know what he did?" He asked, staring at Harry. "He killed thirteen innocent people. It's his fault you have no parents..." Mr Weasley said in barely more than a whisper. "N-no! H-he's innocent!" Harry cried, still gripping Sirius. Mr Weasley was shaking his head. "It's true Dad." Ron said quietly. Mr Weasley turned around. "What?!" He asked. "We were there..." Hermione said shakily. "Peter Pettigrew did it." Ron said. "Oh not this story again!" Mr Weasley groaned. "H-he did Mr Weasley! P-please, don't t-take him!" Harry begged.
"Harry!" Sirius said in barely more than a whisper. Harry locked eyes with him again. "It's okay." Sirius said quietly. Harry was shaking his head. Tears were slowly starting to fall from his eyes. Sirius pryed Harry's fingers from his arm and stood up. Harry was shaking his head. He reached desperatly for Sirius. Sirius turned to Mr Weasley, who had reclaimed his wand. "You have to do what you have to do. Just like I had to do what I had to do." Sirius said quietly. Mr Weasley stared at Sirius for a minute, then waved his wand. A pair of magical handcuffs fell into his hands. Sirius stuck out his wrists. "No!" Harry cried. Mrs Weasley rushed over and put an arm around him. She did this to both comfort and restrain him. Harry watched in horror as Mr Weasley tighted the handcuffs that were now around Sirius's wrists. Their eyes locked for a moment, then Mr Weasley looked down to the floor. Sirius turned to Harry and Mrs Weasley. "Molly, his backpack is in the bathroom. Once a day and three times a day." He said quietly. Mrs Weasley bit her lip and nodded. Sirius turned to Harry who was fighting desperatly to hold back tears. "It'll be okay Harry." He said quietly. Harry shook his head and reached out for Sirius. Ron and Hermione were fighting with Mr Weasley, trying to convince them of Sirius's innocence. Mr Weasley sighed, and dragged Sirius from the room. Ron and Hermione chased after him. Harry just sat, numb, on the camp bed with Mrs Weasley's arm around him.
Harry curled up on the bed. He didn't want to see anybody right now. Mrs Weasley understood, and she left. Ron and Hermione came in, and tried to make small talk. They thought small talk was asking Harry how he had gotten all those cuts, and why he fainted. Harry just ignored them. It must have been an hour since Sirius had gone when someone came into the room. Harry didn't know who...his back was to the door. Whoever the person was, sat down on Harry's camp bed. "I just want to be alone." Harry muttered weakly. Someone sighed. "Alright, I'll go then." They said. The person rose from the bed. Harry sat up quickly. Sirius was standing there! He flashed Harry a smile. "B-but Mr Weasley...works at the...what happened?" Harry asked quickly. "Dumbledore just showed up." He replied quietly. "He's explaining everything to them now." Sirius smiled. Harry got up off the bed and hobbled to where Sirius was. He wrapped his arms around Siruis's chest. Sirius smiled and hugged Harry back. They stood embraced, for at least a minute. Then, they separated. "You should probably change back into Padfoot. There's still Bill, Charlie, Percy, Ginny, Fred and George." Harry said quietly. "No...they went to go play quidditch in some field." Sirius explained. Harry nodded. He began to sway. Sirius instinctively reached out and grabbed him. "Wanna go downstairs and see whether my secret is still safe?" Sirius asked nervously. Harry nodded. He and Sirius made their way down the stairs. Sirius was still holding onto Harry. They stepped into the living room. That's where everyone was. Five sets of eyes fell on them. Harry and Sirius made their way to a vacant couch. Everyone watched as they settled themselves. Sirius had sat down first, in the middle of the couch. Then, Harry stretched out across him. His knees were resting on Sirius's lap. "Think you're funny do you?" Sirius smiled. Harry shrugged and smiled too. Mr Weasley was just staring at them. Dumbledore continued talking about what he had been before they had come downstairs. "And then, I received word of a...er...problem at Harry's Aunt and Uncle's house and I retrieved him from there." He explained. "Sirius has been caring for him for the past two..well, three weeks." Dumbledore finished. "Harry's been at our house for the past week." Mr Weasley said quickly. "Yes, but Sirius has been caring for Harry." Dumbledore explained. Mr Weasley was very confused. "Arthur, I am gathering evidence that will help clear Sirius's name. He did not commit the crimes he was imprisoned for and he did not sell Lily and James to Voldemort." Dumbledore said seriously. He ignored all the people that had flinched. It appeared Mr Weasley was making his decision. Sirius grasped Harry's hand, waiting for the verdict...
Sirius and Harry waited nervously as Mr Weasley tried to decided what to do. Finally, he let out a long sigh. "How much evidence do you have?" He asked wearily. "Almost enough." Dumbledore replied. "Like?" Mr Weasley asked. "I found a letter that was sent to Peter from Lily and James. I found it in his old house. James explained all about Sirius suggesting Peter." Dumbledore explained quickly. Mr Weasley's eyes wandered to Harry and Sirius. Harry looked so happy with this man... Harry deserved a real family. A family that cared about him. "Fine! Fine...I won't say anything!" He said wearily. Sirius smiled, so did Harry. Ron and Hermione let out long sighs. Mr Weasley looked very tired. "You did the right thing Arthur." Mrs Weasley said tearfully. Mr Weasley sat down in an old armchair. "I know. It sucks." He laughed. Dumbledore smiled. "Harry, Sirius, could I have a word?" He asked quietly. Sirius nodded. Harry lifted his legs and Sirius got up. He helped Harry up as well. They went into the kitchen. They sat down at the kitchen table. "Are you still taking the mixers?" Dumbledore asked quietly. Sirius nodded.
"Yeah, he takes them until the end of the month." He replied. Dumbledore nodded. "How are the side effects?" He asked. "They're getting worse." Harry replied. He shuddered. "That means that the pills are having a hard time working. If you keep taking them though, you should be fine." He explained. Harry had gone very pale and he was shaking. "They're having a hard time working? Wh-what h-happens if th-they don't work?" He asked nervously. Sirius put an arm around Harry's shoulder. "They will work. Okay? You're gonna be fine." He said quietly.
Ron and Hermione watched Dumbledore, Sirius and Harry from the living room. They couldn't hear what was going on. "What do you think happened?" Ron asked. Hermione shrugged. "I have no idea. Why won't he tell us?" She asked. Ron just shrugged. "Sure as changed though, hasn't he?" Ron asked. Hermione smiled and nodded.
"Yeah, he looks really...er...mature." She said quickly. Ron looked at her. She was blushing. "Oh god! I thought you were with Krum!" He growled. Hermione shook her head. "I'm fifteen...he's nineteen." She muttered. She was staring at Harry, a dazed look on her face. "So Harry, just go to the hospital wing when you reach Hogwarts. I suggest taking some friends with you." He said. Harry shook his head. "They don't know. They don't know about any of it." He muttered. "Maybe they should. Sirius won't be with you at school...you'll need someone." Dumbledore said quietly. Harry bit his lip. He knew Sirius wasn't going to be there... "Well, just try and enjoy your last week." Dumbledore said finally. He disapparated with a loud pop. Mrs Weasley came bustling into the kitchen. "Who wants lunch?" She asked. Harry smiled. Just then, the backdoor opened. Sirius went very pale. He turned into Padfoot. Ginny, Fred, George, Percy, Bill and Charlie came in. They were all smiling and very sweaty. Bill slapped Harry on the back. Harry flinched. Bill had hit one of his sores. "Feeling better Harry?" He asked with a smile. Harry nodded weakly. Padfoot nipped Harry's finger gently. It was time for Harry's pills. "Er....I'll be right back." He mumbled. Harry shuffled out of the kitchen, trying to hide his limp. He and Padfoot climbed the stairs. Little did they know, that Ron and Hermione were close behind. Harry dug through his backpack in the bathroom. He pulled out the pill bottles and took a pill from each one. He grabbed a cup that was sitting on the counter and filled it with water. Harry began to swallow the pills. Padfoot let out a quiet bark. Harry glanced at him, then at the open door. Ron and Hermione were staring at him. Harry quickly choked down the rest of the pills. "Harry, what..." Ron began. Harry hastily put the pill bottles back in his back. "It's nothing." He muttered. Harry brushed past them, clutching his bag. Hermione turned to Padfoot. "What happened to him?" She asked quickly. Padfoot just whimpered and swept after Harry. Ron and Hermione were growing both worried and angry.