Harry entered the stuffy loft room. Professor Trelawney nearly fainted when
she saw him.
"I am not surprised you are still with us. I saw you being saved by a
powerful force. Very powerful indeed." She said airily. Ron had to stiffle
his laughter.
Professor Trelawney gave him a dirty glare.
"Today we are going to be doubling up for projects. I want you to creat a
working star globe." She said roughly. Harry and Ron instictively moved
closer to one another.
"The partners will go as follows. Finnigan, Patil. Weasley, Brown. Potter,
Keaton. Thomas, Longbottom....." She continued on. Ron really didn't want
to partner with Lavendar. She took Divination so seriously. Harry was a
little disappointed that he wasn't partners with Ron, but Abby was okay.
She didn't like Divination any more than he did! They spent the rest of the
class working out schedules for when to meet.
"What about Thursday after dinner?" Abby asked, staring at her day planner.
"Nope. We've got quidditch practice then..." Harry said as he flipped through a notebook he wrote practices, detentions and that sort of thing in. "Sunday?" He asked. Abby shook her head. "First Hogsmade visit of the year. I've never been there, looking forward to it." She said. Harry flipped through his book. "It's tuesday, right?" He asked. "Er..yeah." Abby muttered. "Alright, then how about during free block tomorrow, then after dinner on friday. Then on saturday after breakfast and before lunch. Then we can figure out more times then." Harry said, flipping through his book. Abby checked all of the days and times he had suggested. "That's perfect!" She laughed. She filled up the blanks for those days and time with 'Harry/Div Project'. Harry scribbled in his notebook 'Abby, Div Project'. Ron and Lavendar were having more problems. "I don't work on weekends!" Ron protested. "You're booked every day of the week though!" Lavendar whined. "I didn't even know we had quidditch practice Monday through Friday!" She groaned to Harry. "We don't! Only on Thursdays!" Harry laughed. Ron turned a deep shade of red while Lavendar glared at him. Harry knew he had said something wrong and scooted away from Ron. They left the Divination class half an hour later.
Harry somehow managed to get through the rest of the day. He didn't enjoy Herbology at all! They were supposed to be looking for flesh eating worms in a tub of dirt, and Hermione kept slipping her hand on top of Harry's. In the end, he ended up with huge cuts all over his hands. He tried to rub the damp earth off of his hands on the way to the castle. In the end, he decided to wash his hands before dinner. He made his way to the bathroom, ignorning the mass of girls behind him. Harry scrubbed his hands together and watched as the dirty water floated down the drain. He turned off the water and dried his hands. Harry headed down to the Great Hall. He was just thinking that he should start going placed in his invisibility cloak, when he bumped into someone. Someone that he couldn't see. Harry reached his hands out. He heard the scuffle of feet. Harry darted forwards. He grabbed the hem of a cloak. The person kept running. The cloak slipped off of them. Harry stared as Hermione darted over to one of the suits of armour and danced around nervously. She was staring right at Harry and then realised he was staring straight at her. Hermione looked down and saw that she was no longer invisible. She squealed and then darted up the stairs. Harry knew this was his cloak. There was a tear in the hem from his third year when Goyle had stepped on it. Harry was very confused. He was quite happy there was no one around, they didn't know about the cloak. He folded it up and went to the Great Hall for dinner. He was going to tell Ron all about what had happened.
Ron couldn't believe what Harry told him. They talked about possible reasons why Hermione would steal the cloak...but came up with nothing. After dinner, Harry returned to Gryffindor tower, under the cloak. Hermione was sitting in front of the fire. She jumped up when the portrait hole opene, she thought it was Harry. She only saw Ron. She relaxed a little and sat back down. "You're nutters you know!" Ron laughed. Hermione looked at him. "You could get suspended! You went in the boys dorm and you stole Harry's cloak!" Ron said pointedly. Hermione went very pale. "What were you thinking!?" Ron laughed. "I j-just wanted to s-see where he was g-goin after class. So I went and got the cloak and followed him. I thought h-h might be meeting..." Hermione trailed off. "Abby?" Ron asked. Hermione bit her lip and nodded. "So what if he had? Why do you care?" Ron asked. "I d-don't." She said forcefully. Ron laughed at her and then went back up the stairs. Harry hesitated, then pulled the cloak off. Hermione screamed. "You c-can't just eavesdrop!" She protested. "Why not? You follow me under my own cloak. What if I had gone to the lou? That's just wrong!" Harry said as he pulled a face. He dashed up the stairs, holding his cloak. The next day, Harry and Hermione didn't speak to each other much. Harry's first block was free. All the fifth years had a free block. Harry and Abby seated themselves at a table in the common room. Hermione shot Harry nasty glares. "Alright, any ideas?" Abby asked as she flipped through the book. "Er...we could use a crystal ball for the globe..." Harry suggested. "That's a good idea! Oh...wait. The glass is too thick." Abby sighed. Harry tried to think. "What about that plastic bubble charm we learned? Er...we could ask Professor Flitwick how to make it last longer. Like...what? A couple of days?" Abby asked. Harry nodded. "Now the stars..." He muttered. "I'm drawing a blank on that one." Abby laughed. "We could use actual stars.." Harry said suddenly. Abby looked at him like he was crazy. "Actual stars? They're the size of small planets!" She laughed. "Maybe that's because they are." Hermione said coldly. Abby looked a little hurt. "Don't get your knickers in a twist!" Harry said harshly. He turned back to Abby. "In Astrology we learned about star catchers. They catch the stars. We could catch one and then take a piece off. It'll still glow!" Harry explained. Abby nodded her head. "And we can just take enough for our globe! You're a genius Harry!" She laughed. Harry blushed. "Now we need the smoke that makes up space." Harry muttered. "What about a remembrall? My grandma had one and she dyed the smoke. We could die it black." Abby suggested. "Now who's the genius?" Harry laughed. So they set to work making all the plans and diagrams and things.
The next day, Harry and Abby hurried off to ask the teachers about the things they needed. Abby went to see Professor Flitwick about the plastic bubble charm and how to extend it and Harry went to see Professor Sinistra about the stars. "Of course Potter! We can do it now if you like..." The Professor offered. Harry shrugged and said sure. They brought out this fishing pole type thing and cast it's hook into the sky. After a few minutes, Sinistra started to reel something in. Something the size of a large television came towards them. Sinistra explained that this was only a chunk of a star. They took off about thirty small pieces and Harry put them in a bottle. He thanked the Astrology Professor and tore back up to Gryffindor tower. Abby was already there, trying to make the globe. She smiled when she saw the jar full of stars. "Now all that's left is the rememberall.." Abby said. "I was thinking, and couldn't we just use a smoke charm. I mean, if we used the right one then the smoke would be black." Harry explained. Abby pondered this for a minute and then agreed. She finished making the globe, then Harry stuck his wand in through a small hole the had left and the glabe filled with black smoke. One by one they pushed the tiny stars in. When they were done, Abby sealed the hole. "There, we're done." She smiled. "No...we still have to arrange them and put them in their proper place and stuff." Harry sighed. So they planned on using their next meeting to do that.
DIVINATION CLASS WHEN PROJECT'S DUE **************************************** Harry and Abby climbed the ladder to the lofty classroom. Harry's bag was slung over his shoulder, containing the star globe. They hurried to a table in the back. Once everyone was seated, Professor Trelawney appeared. She told everyone to take their globes out. Harry sighed and pulled theirs out of his bag. It was actually very good. They had build a base and everything for it. Ron and Lavendar's on the other hand... It appeared they had used a muggle fishbowl, filled it with black paint and then threw some marshmallows in. Lavendar looked disgusted with herself. You couldn't even see the marshmallows! They had turned black in the paint. Ron just shrugged. Everyone elses were okay. Not great, but okay. Harry and Abby had arranged their stars so that the person born on the last day of July, was going to suffer a horrifically painful death. Professor Trelawney seemed quite pleased with this. "And what did you use to make the stars?" She asked, gazing at the globe. "Er...stars." Harry said, shrugging. The class was impressed. Harry and Abby didn't care. They had passed. The rest of the class was spent looking at other people's globes. Ron found it quite funny that Dean and Neville had stuffed faeires into their globe. The faeries seemed to be getting lost and suffocating in the black water Dean had suggested. It appeared faeries were not water creature. Parvati shrieked as one faerie floated to the top, dead. Ron however found this quite funny.
DAY BEFORE HALLOWEEN **************************************** Harry was staring into the fire. Tomorrow he would feel that horrible pain again. Everyone would be dancing and laughing and he would feel like he was being torn in half. Hermione was back to being lovey dovey with him. Harry still didn't like it. He didn't like any of it! All the attention he was getting, it made him mad. Harry was gazing at the flames when someone came through the portrait hole. Harry glanced over his shoulder. He groaned. Dan Harper. "You're not allowed in here." Harry said loudly. "Another student gave me the password, I thought we could talk!" Dan said, looking around. "Where's your dog?" He asked. Harry glared at him. "None of your business. You might as well leave. I'm not supposed to say anything without my lawyer." Harry said coldly. Dan smiled. "You don't need her! You can help Sirius on your own!" Dan said forcefully. Harry shook his head. He stood up and headed for the portrait hole. "Where you going?" Dan asked. "Hmm? Oh, just to meet my dog." Harry said, knowing Dan would take the bait. The judge jumped up and followed Harry out the hole. They made their way down the stairs. Harry just happened to know that on Thursday nights, Dumbledore patrolled the dungeons. Harry slowly made his way down there. "This is where you meet you dog?" Dan asked. Harry saw Dumbledore's foot around the corner. "Pardon?" Harry asked loudly. "I asked you if this is where you meet your dog..." Dan stopped. They had rounded the corner and walked right into Dumbledore. Harry smiled. "Oh, would you look at that! The headmaster! I'm sure he'd be quite interested to know that you bullied the password to Gryffindor tower out of another student and came to interview me even though you know my lawyer is supposed to be present!" Harry said, looking at Dan. "Oh really?" Dumbledore asked, cold fury in his eyes. Dan mouthed wordlessly at Dumbledore. "Professor? Can I go back to my dorm?" Harry asked. Dumbledore nodded, his eyes never leaving Harper. Harry smiled and left the scence and headed up to the tower.
The next day, while everyone was chattering about the Halloween dance, Harry was dreading the night. He wasn't going to go to the feast and he wasn't going to go to the dance. He was just going to wait... As six o'clock rolled around and people started heading down to the feast, Harry headed up to the hospital wing. Madame Pomfrey was waiting for him. Harry plopped down on one of the beds and rolled his sleeve up. Madame Pomfrey pushed the sharp tip of the needle into one of Harry's veins. This wasn't painful to Harry...not after what he had been through. She pushed the purple liquid into his vein and then removed the needle. "I want you to tell someone if the pain is too bad." She said quietly. Harry nodded and left the hospital wing. As he was doing so, he saw Snape coming up from the dungeon with a smoking goblet. Harry knew where he was going and he knew what was in the goblet. As Harry turned towards Gryffindor tower, he was stopped. "Potter!" Harry sighed and turned around. "Yes Professor?" Harry asked Snape wearily. "Why aren't you going to the feast?" Snape asked icily. "I don't feel well." Harry replied shortly. Snape sneered. "A likely story. Let's see, fifty points from Gryffindor for..." Snape trailed off. He was trying to think of something to take points for. "Severus!" Harry glanced over his shoulder. Lupin was making his way towards them. "Is there a problem here?" He asked as he glanced at the sour look on Harry's face and the happy sneer on Snape's. "I am deducting fifty points from Gryffindor for Potter's love of breaking rules. He is wandering the halls when he is supposed to be at the feast." Snape said coldly. Lupin's eyes flashed to Harry. "Still not feeling well Harry?" He asked quickly. Harry caught on. "No. Madame Pomfrey told me I should just go to bed." Harry said in a mock weak voice. "Well then Severus, there is no reason to deduct points! On your way then Harry." Lupin said with a weary smile. Snape's eyes became heated with hatred as he watched Harry's retreating back. Harry went straight back to Gryffindor tower and up to his dorm. He layed down on his bed and closed the hangings.
The pain Harry went through was horrible, but not quite as bad as the month before. It appeared that booster shot had some affect. Harry lay in bed, under the blankets. He was exhausted. Ron checked on him, made sure he was okay. Alot of people asked Ron where Harry was. Ron just told them he wasn't feeling well. Near dinner time, Madame Pomfrey came to check on Harry. She said he should be able to go back to classes on Monday
Middle of November **************************************** Harry heaved himself out of bed. It was saturday and there was a quidditch practice. They had their first game of the season the next day. Gryffindor versus Slytherin. Harry pulled on his scarlet quidditch robes and shook Ron, Dean and Seamus awake. He grabbed his Firebold and headed down to the common room. Abby was coming down the stairs too, clutching her Nimbus 2001. She smiled at Harry and they made their way down to the Great Hall. No one else was there yet. Harry had a couple of pieces of toast and a goblet of pumpkin juice. "When everyone else shows up, tell them to come down to the field." Harry told Abby before heading out into the entrance hall. Harry was halfway out the front doors when... "Harry!" Harry glanced over his shoulder. Dan Harper was hurrying towards him. Harry groaned and darted through the doors and down the front steps. He gripped his broom tightly as he darted towards the quidditch field. Harry kicked the doors to the locker room open. There was a sign on the door that said 'Gryffindor House Team Only!'. Harry was very wrong if he thought this would stop Harper. Harry was pulling out the game board from his locker when Harper appeared. He was breathing heavely. "Go away!" Harry growled as he scribbled on the board. "Harry, I was hoping we could talk.." Dan said happily. Harry threw the board down. "You don't take a hint do you? You're too nosy! On about some map and then you're real interested in my dog! You aren't allowed to talk to me! If you want to, you have to talk to Anastasia!" Harry spat. He turned to walk away. "I'm one of the ones that decides whether or not Black is innocent. Treat me the wrong way and I might ignore the evidence." Harper said coldly. Harry spun around. He was livid. "Don't you dare threaten me!" He spat. Dan sneered at him. "My, my Mr Potter...don't we have an attitude problem. The next time you want to talk to me, you'd better. Or else you'll find yourself back at your dear muggle home." Harper growled. He turned on his heal and left the locker room. Harry just stared after him, disbelieving.
A few minutes later, the rest of the team arrived. Harry was in such a fury about his conversation with Harper, that he didn't bother going over the game plan. They just shot up into the air as the balls were released. As Harry searched for the snitch, he realised that his heart wasn't in it. He was about to call the practice off, when something hit him in the side, hard. Harry toppled from the broom and fell towards the ground. There were screams from Abby and Lavendar as Harry hit the ground with a dull thud. He wasn't moving. "Harry!" Ron yelled. He darted towards the ground, reaching an arm out and grabbing the hovering Firebolt. Ron bent over Harry. "Don't move him!" Dean yelled as he landed. "He might of hurt his neck!" Seamus added. "I'll go get help!" Abby said breathlessly. She ran towards the school. Ron knew the impact must have been hard, Harry's glasses were shattered. "Why does horrible stuff always happen to you?" Ron muttered. About two minutes later, they saw Professor Lupin and Abby running towards them. They were half way across the field when Dumbedore came through the front doors. He hurried across the lawn. Lupin came skidding to a hault beside Harry. "How high up was he?" He asked quickly. "About sixty feet." Ron said hastily, glancing overhead. Lupin bent an ear down to Harry's mouth. "He's breathing..." He said quietly. Dumbledore appeared. "What happened?" He asked, bending over Harry. "We were having a practice and Harry got hit in the side by a bludger. He just fell off his broom!" Seamus explained. Dumbledore waved his wand and a backboard appeared, as well as a neckbrace. "Remus, fasten this around his neck." Dumbledore said, handing him the brace. Trying to not move Harry, Lupin put the neckbrace on Harry. They slowly strapped him onto the backboard, which lifted off the ground when they were done. The team chased after Dumbledore and Lupin as they hurried up to the school with Harry. Students gasped and pointed as Harry was taken up to the hostpial wing. He was still unconcious. Dumbledore and Lupin took Harry into the hospital wing. They explained to Madame Pomfrey what happened. "It is quite possible he has a neck injury...I'll use the Seekabrokebone." She said thoughtfully. The pulled out a shimmering gold blanket and threw it over Harry. Instantly, you could see ever bone in his body. She glanced over his neck. "Everything seems fine there...he has a hairline fracture in his arm...looks like it's been there for a while. Amazingly, he has no other broken bones." She said, disbelieving. She removed the blanket and Lupin removed the neckbrace and backboard from Harry. The Gryffindor quidditch team was waiting outside. "Can you wake him Poppy?" Lupin asked quickly. She nodded and waved her wand. Harry's eyes flickered open. He looked around. "Where am I?" He asked, confused. "You're in the hospital wing Harry." Dumbledore said quietly. Harry turned to Dumbledore. "Harry? Who's Harry?" He asked, bewildered.
Lupin and Dumbledore stared at Harry. "What?!" Lupin asked finally. Harry looked at him, as though for the first time ever. "Who are you?" He asked. Lupin's eyes were bugging so far out of his head, they were in danger of falling out of their sockets. "Dumbledore?!" Lupin said urgently. "He hit his head. Lost his memory." Dumbledore said quietly. "Well than give him a potion!" Lupin laughed nervously. Dumbledore shook his head. "It wasn't a spell. Whenever a witch or wizard suffers from a head injury that causes them to lose their memory, their memory actually escapes. It's probably floating around on the quidditch pitch." He explained. "Witches, wizards? What are you talking about?" Harry asked. Lupin nearly fainted. "Harry...er, sorry. Your name is Harry Potter. I am Albus Dumbledore. This is Remus Lupin." Dumbledore explained awkwardly. "Very pleased to meet you Harry and Remus. Oh wait, I'm Harry aren't I?" Harry asked, shaking his head. Lupin groaned.
"Harry, I would like you to come with me. There is someone I am sure would like to see you." Dumbledore said slowly. Harry nodded. "Who?" Lupin asked. "I was in the middle of a meating with Anastasia and her uh...client when I saw Harry lying on the quidditch pitch, from my window." Dumbledore explained. He glanced back at Harry. Harry was smiling dumbly and looking around. Dumbledore helped Harry up and led him from the hostpital wing. "Harry! How are you?" Ron cried. Harry looked at him blankly. "Who're you?" He asked curiously. Ron looked at him, then smiled. "Don't be a prat!" He laughed. "A prat? Is that some sort of animal?" Harry asked Dumbledore. Ron was staring at his friend, disbelieving. Harry noticed the brooms everyone was holding. "Are you here to sweep? There's a bit of dirt in there..." He said, pointing into the hospital wing. The Gryffindor team stared after Harry as he was lead away. Dumbledore and Lupin made their way to Dumbledore's office, sticking close to Harry. "Willycoggle." Dumbledore muttered. The gargoyle sprang to life and jumped aside. Harry stared at it, terrified. Lupin pushed him onto the moving staircase. Harry couldn't figure out why the wooden stairs were moving. "Odd place it is here. Is this your house?" Harry asked Lupin. Lupin just stared at Harry. They reached the landing and Dumbledore pushed his office door open. Anastasia was standing there, talking to a great black dog. As Harry and Lupin entered the room and closed the door, the dog turned into Sirius. "Harry!" He smiled happily. Harry looked at him. "Do I know you?" Harry asked, his eyebrows raised. Sirius's face fell. He stared at Harry. "What?" He asked finally. He stepped forward and reached out a hand to rest on Harry's shoulder, but Harry pulled back. Sirius lowered his hand. "Harry..." He said quietly, very confused. Harry turned to Lupin. "Albus, who is this man?" He asked. Sirius's eyes became the size of plates. "What the hell is going on?!" He demanded. Dumbledore tried to calm him down, but Sirius was trying to talk to Harry. Harry was backed into a corner, terrified of this ranting and raving man. Dumbledore stepped in between Harry and Sirius. "Sirius, just calm down. Let me explain." Dumbledore said quietly. Sirius tore his eyes away from Harry and they fell on Dumbledore. "He fell off his broom..." Dumbledore began. Sirius groaned and grabbed his head. "He is perfectly fine, except he hit his head. I am positive his memory is wandering around the grounds." Dumbledore explained quietly. "THEN SHOULDN'T WE BE LOOKING FOR IT?!" Sirius yelled. Harry was now terrified of Sirius. He was sure this man was mental...
Anastasia was staring out the window. "Albus, does a memory look like a flimsy sort of blue bubble?" She asked. "Yes, though the colours vary." He said, wobbling his head. "Why do you ask?" He added. "Well, there's a flimsy blue bubble leaving the quidditch pitch and heading off over towards the lake." She said, slowly moving her head as she followed the bubble. Remus darted from the room. Anastasia turned back around. "Let's hope he catches it." She sighed. She turned to Harry and sat down across from him. "Harry, do you know who I am?" She asked softly. Harry looked at her for a minute, then shook his head. Anastasia forced a smile. "My name is Anastasia. I am your lawyer. I'm trying to make it so you can go and live with Sirius, your godfather." She said, resting a hand on Sirius's shoulder. A look of horror came across Harry's face. "Him?! He's mental though! Why would you want me to live with him?!" Harry gasped. It looked as if someone had reached into Sirius's chest, pulled out his heart, threw it on the ground and ran a steam roller over it. He looked on the verge of tears. "I can't do this." He said quietly. He turned away and went over to the bookcase. He leaned against it, his back to Harry. Dumbledore turned to Harry. "Harry, Sirius is your godfather. You care about him...dare I say love him? He is just a bit upset right now. Once you get your memory back, it'll be back to normal." He explained. Harry stared at him blankly. "Who are you?" He asked. Dumbledore looked at him. "I'm Dumbledore...Albus Dumbledore." He said, unsure what was going on. "Harry, you know that!" Dumbledore laughed. "Harry? Who's Harry?" Harry asked. Sirius spun around. Harry was looking around. He had no idea what was going on. "Dumbledore, what's happening?" Sirius asked quickly. "Either Remus has captured his memory and is stuffing it into a jar...or it has popped." Dumbledore said, staring at Harry. "What happens if it's popped?" Anastasia asked nervously. "He'll never get it back." Dumbledore said quietly.
There was a long silence. Suddenly, the door to Dumbledore's office burst open. Lupin was holding jar that appeared the be filled with a bubble. He closed the door and opened the jar. The bubble shot out. It zoomed around the room. "Sirius, Anastasia, Remus, plug your ears!" Dumbledore said loudly, before shoving his own fingers in his ears. The bubble zoomed right towards Harry. He yelled, but not before the bubble squeezed through his ear. Harry fell backwards onto the floor, then a minute later, scrambled to his feet. "What's going on?" He asked, looking around. Sirius removed his fingers from his ears. "It hasn't worked." He said quietly. "What hasn't worked? Sirius, what are you doing here?" Harry asked. He looked around. "Why do you three have your fingers in your ears?" He laughed. Sirius smiled. Harry had called him Sirius...he had his memory back!
It took a while to explain to Harry what happened. "So...my memory just popped out of my head?" He asked, disbelieving. Dumbledore nodded. "Harry, I just want to make sure your memory is in tact. Can you tell me what you were doing when you fell?" Dumbledore asked. "Playing quidditch." Harry replied. "What about before you were playing quidditch?" Dumbledore asked. Harry thought for a moment, then his eyes became very round. "What is it Harry?" Sirius asked quickly. "Harper! He came to see me in the locker room! He went on an on and he said that if the next time he wanted to talk, and I didn't, he wouldn't vote for Sirius's name to be cleared!" Harry explained. He slurred all his words together. As soon as Harry said this, there was a knock at the door. Sirius quickly turned into Padfoot as the door opened. It was Harper alright. He looked around at everyone and smiled. "Well, well, well. Isn't this cozy?" He sneered. There was something about that sneer... Dumlbedore's eyes danced with fire. "Can I help you Mr Harper?" He asked coldly. "I was hoping I could have a word with Harry...alone." Harper smilled. He gave Harry a warning look. "You can't. Not unless Harry waves council." Anastasia said quickly. Harper leaned against the door. "You know, only one vote against the motion and it's denied." He said airily. "I'll talk to you." Harry growled. Padfoot growled. Harper looked at him. "Why don't you bring your dog?" He asked quietly. "My dog has nothing to do with our little talk." Harry spat. He followed Harper out of the office.
Harry and Dan walked out into the school grounds. "I'm sorry I had to be so drastic Harry, but I really wanted to talk to you alone." Dan said in his sweet and innocent voice. "What then?" Harry asked coldly. Dan turned to face him. "I know you know where Sirius Black is." He said quietly. Harry scowled at him. "I do not." He said shortly. Dan eyed him. "There's something about that dog of yours..." He said quietly. Harry was biting his tongue. "You told me Pettigrew was an unregistered Animagus. If Black used to be friends with him..." Harper trailed off. What if he figured it out. "You really must be dreaming." Harry laughed. Dan scowled. "I do not dream. I put facts together...I hypothesize. I do not dream." He snapped. Harry rolled his eyes. "Listen, when you have some real questions, come find me...and my lawyer." Harry said. He shoved his hand into his pocket, but there was something there. Harry felt the object. It was about the size of a paper bill and had a button on it. Harry quickly pressed the button. "Remember what I said Potter, one vote against Black being freed and he's done for." Harper growled. Harry heard whispering in his pocket. "What are you saying?" Harry spat. "I'm saying that if you don't watch your step, I'll throw my vote." Dan sneered. "That's very interesting Mr Harper." Anastasia's voice said suddenly. Harper looked wildly around. Harry pulled out the small screen. Anastasia was on it, holding what looked like a muggle tape recorder. She pressed a button and Harper's voice sounded. "I'm saying that if you don't watch your step, I'll throw my vote." Harper went very pale. He was furious. He stormed off, towards Hogsmade. Harry smiled. "How'd this get in my pocket?" Harry asked Dumbledore as he appeared. Dumbledore waved his wand. Harry laughed.
"Nope. We've got quidditch practice then..." Harry said as he flipped through a notebook he wrote practices, detentions and that sort of thing in. "Sunday?" He asked. Abby shook her head. "First Hogsmade visit of the year. I've never been there, looking forward to it." She said. Harry flipped through his book. "It's tuesday, right?" He asked. "Er..yeah." Abby muttered. "Alright, then how about during free block tomorrow, then after dinner on friday. Then on saturday after breakfast and before lunch. Then we can figure out more times then." Harry said, flipping through his book. Abby checked all of the days and times he had suggested. "That's perfect!" She laughed. She filled up the blanks for those days and time with 'Harry/Div Project'. Harry scribbled in his notebook 'Abby, Div Project'. Ron and Lavendar were having more problems. "I don't work on weekends!" Ron protested. "You're booked every day of the week though!" Lavendar whined. "I didn't even know we had quidditch practice Monday through Friday!" She groaned to Harry. "We don't! Only on Thursdays!" Harry laughed. Ron turned a deep shade of red while Lavendar glared at him. Harry knew he had said something wrong and scooted away from Ron. They left the Divination class half an hour later.
Harry somehow managed to get through the rest of the day. He didn't enjoy Herbology at all! They were supposed to be looking for flesh eating worms in a tub of dirt, and Hermione kept slipping her hand on top of Harry's. In the end, he ended up with huge cuts all over his hands. He tried to rub the damp earth off of his hands on the way to the castle. In the end, he decided to wash his hands before dinner. He made his way to the bathroom, ignorning the mass of girls behind him. Harry scrubbed his hands together and watched as the dirty water floated down the drain. He turned off the water and dried his hands. Harry headed down to the Great Hall. He was just thinking that he should start going placed in his invisibility cloak, when he bumped into someone. Someone that he couldn't see. Harry reached his hands out. He heard the scuffle of feet. Harry darted forwards. He grabbed the hem of a cloak. The person kept running. The cloak slipped off of them. Harry stared as Hermione darted over to one of the suits of armour and danced around nervously. She was staring right at Harry and then realised he was staring straight at her. Hermione looked down and saw that she was no longer invisible. She squealed and then darted up the stairs. Harry knew this was his cloak. There was a tear in the hem from his third year when Goyle had stepped on it. Harry was very confused. He was quite happy there was no one around, they didn't know about the cloak. He folded it up and went to the Great Hall for dinner. He was going to tell Ron all about what had happened.
Ron couldn't believe what Harry told him. They talked about possible reasons why Hermione would steal the cloak...but came up with nothing. After dinner, Harry returned to Gryffindor tower, under the cloak. Hermione was sitting in front of the fire. She jumped up when the portrait hole opene, she thought it was Harry. She only saw Ron. She relaxed a little and sat back down. "You're nutters you know!" Ron laughed. Hermione looked at him. "You could get suspended! You went in the boys dorm and you stole Harry's cloak!" Ron said pointedly. Hermione went very pale. "What were you thinking!?" Ron laughed. "I j-just wanted to s-see where he was g-goin after class. So I went and got the cloak and followed him. I thought h-h might be meeting..." Hermione trailed off. "Abby?" Ron asked. Hermione bit her lip and nodded. "So what if he had? Why do you care?" Ron asked. "I d-don't." She said forcefully. Ron laughed at her and then went back up the stairs. Harry hesitated, then pulled the cloak off. Hermione screamed. "You c-can't just eavesdrop!" She protested. "Why not? You follow me under my own cloak. What if I had gone to the lou? That's just wrong!" Harry said as he pulled a face. He dashed up the stairs, holding his cloak. The next day, Harry and Hermione didn't speak to each other much. Harry's first block was free. All the fifth years had a free block. Harry and Abby seated themselves at a table in the common room. Hermione shot Harry nasty glares. "Alright, any ideas?" Abby asked as she flipped through the book. "Er...we could use a crystal ball for the globe..." Harry suggested. "That's a good idea! Oh...wait. The glass is too thick." Abby sighed. Harry tried to think. "What about that plastic bubble charm we learned? Er...we could ask Professor Flitwick how to make it last longer. Like...what? A couple of days?" Abby asked. Harry nodded. "Now the stars..." He muttered. "I'm drawing a blank on that one." Abby laughed. "We could use actual stars.." Harry said suddenly. Abby looked at him like he was crazy. "Actual stars? They're the size of small planets!" She laughed. "Maybe that's because they are." Hermione said coldly. Abby looked a little hurt. "Don't get your knickers in a twist!" Harry said harshly. He turned back to Abby. "In Astrology we learned about star catchers. They catch the stars. We could catch one and then take a piece off. It'll still glow!" Harry explained. Abby nodded her head. "And we can just take enough for our globe! You're a genius Harry!" She laughed. Harry blushed. "Now we need the smoke that makes up space." Harry muttered. "What about a remembrall? My grandma had one and she dyed the smoke. We could die it black." Abby suggested. "Now who's the genius?" Harry laughed. So they set to work making all the plans and diagrams and things.
The next day, Harry and Abby hurried off to ask the teachers about the things they needed. Abby went to see Professor Flitwick about the plastic bubble charm and how to extend it and Harry went to see Professor Sinistra about the stars. "Of course Potter! We can do it now if you like..." The Professor offered. Harry shrugged and said sure. They brought out this fishing pole type thing and cast it's hook into the sky. After a few minutes, Sinistra started to reel something in. Something the size of a large television came towards them. Sinistra explained that this was only a chunk of a star. They took off about thirty small pieces and Harry put them in a bottle. He thanked the Astrology Professor and tore back up to Gryffindor tower. Abby was already there, trying to make the globe. She smiled when she saw the jar full of stars. "Now all that's left is the rememberall.." Abby said. "I was thinking, and couldn't we just use a smoke charm. I mean, if we used the right one then the smoke would be black." Harry explained. Abby pondered this for a minute and then agreed. She finished making the globe, then Harry stuck his wand in through a small hole the had left and the glabe filled with black smoke. One by one they pushed the tiny stars in. When they were done, Abby sealed the hole. "There, we're done." She smiled. "No...we still have to arrange them and put them in their proper place and stuff." Harry sighed. So they planned on using their next meeting to do that.
DIVINATION CLASS WHEN PROJECT'S DUE **************************************** Harry and Abby climbed the ladder to the lofty classroom. Harry's bag was slung over his shoulder, containing the star globe. They hurried to a table in the back. Once everyone was seated, Professor Trelawney appeared. She told everyone to take their globes out. Harry sighed and pulled theirs out of his bag. It was actually very good. They had build a base and everything for it. Ron and Lavendar's on the other hand... It appeared they had used a muggle fishbowl, filled it with black paint and then threw some marshmallows in. Lavendar looked disgusted with herself. You couldn't even see the marshmallows! They had turned black in the paint. Ron just shrugged. Everyone elses were okay. Not great, but okay. Harry and Abby had arranged their stars so that the person born on the last day of July, was going to suffer a horrifically painful death. Professor Trelawney seemed quite pleased with this. "And what did you use to make the stars?" She asked, gazing at the globe. "Er...stars." Harry said, shrugging. The class was impressed. Harry and Abby didn't care. They had passed. The rest of the class was spent looking at other people's globes. Ron found it quite funny that Dean and Neville had stuffed faeires into their globe. The faeries seemed to be getting lost and suffocating in the black water Dean had suggested. It appeared faeries were not water creature. Parvati shrieked as one faerie floated to the top, dead. Ron however found this quite funny.
DAY BEFORE HALLOWEEN **************************************** Harry was staring into the fire. Tomorrow he would feel that horrible pain again. Everyone would be dancing and laughing and he would feel like he was being torn in half. Hermione was back to being lovey dovey with him. Harry still didn't like it. He didn't like any of it! All the attention he was getting, it made him mad. Harry was gazing at the flames when someone came through the portrait hole. Harry glanced over his shoulder. He groaned. Dan Harper. "You're not allowed in here." Harry said loudly. "Another student gave me the password, I thought we could talk!" Dan said, looking around. "Where's your dog?" He asked. Harry glared at him. "None of your business. You might as well leave. I'm not supposed to say anything without my lawyer." Harry said coldly. Dan smiled. "You don't need her! You can help Sirius on your own!" Dan said forcefully. Harry shook his head. He stood up and headed for the portrait hole. "Where you going?" Dan asked. "Hmm? Oh, just to meet my dog." Harry said, knowing Dan would take the bait. The judge jumped up and followed Harry out the hole. They made their way down the stairs. Harry just happened to know that on Thursday nights, Dumbledore patrolled the dungeons. Harry slowly made his way down there. "This is where you meet you dog?" Dan asked. Harry saw Dumbledore's foot around the corner. "Pardon?" Harry asked loudly. "I asked you if this is where you meet your dog..." Dan stopped. They had rounded the corner and walked right into Dumbledore. Harry smiled. "Oh, would you look at that! The headmaster! I'm sure he'd be quite interested to know that you bullied the password to Gryffindor tower out of another student and came to interview me even though you know my lawyer is supposed to be present!" Harry said, looking at Dan. "Oh really?" Dumbledore asked, cold fury in his eyes. Dan mouthed wordlessly at Dumbledore. "Professor? Can I go back to my dorm?" Harry asked. Dumbledore nodded, his eyes never leaving Harper. Harry smiled and left the scence and headed up to the tower.
The next day, while everyone was chattering about the Halloween dance, Harry was dreading the night. He wasn't going to go to the feast and he wasn't going to go to the dance. He was just going to wait... As six o'clock rolled around and people started heading down to the feast, Harry headed up to the hospital wing. Madame Pomfrey was waiting for him. Harry plopped down on one of the beds and rolled his sleeve up. Madame Pomfrey pushed the sharp tip of the needle into one of Harry's veins. This wasn't painful to Harry...not after what he had been through. She pushed the purple liquid into his vein and then removed the needle. "I want you to tell someone if the pain is too bad." She said quietly. Harry nodded and left the hospital wing. As he was doing so, he saw Snape coming up from the dungeon with a smoking goblet. Harry knew where he was going and he knew what was in the goblet. As Harry turned towards Gryffindor tower, he was stopped. "Potter!" Harry sighed and turned around. "Yes Professor?" Harry asked Snape wearily. "Why aren't you going to the feast?" Snape asked icily. "I don't feel well." Harry replied shortly. Snape sneered. "A likely story. Let's see, fifty points from Gryffindor for..." Snape trailed off. He was trying to think of something to take points for. "Severus!" Harry glanced over his shoulder. Lupin was making his way towards them. "Is there a problem here?" He asked as he glanced at the sour look on Harry's face and the happy sneer on Snape's. "I am deducting fifty points from Gryffindor for Potter's love of breaking rules. He is wandering the halls when he is supposed to be at the feast." Snape said coldly. Lupin's eyes flashed to Harry. "Still not feeling well Harry?" He asked quickly. Harry caught on. "No. Madame Pomfrey told me I should just go to bed." Harry said in a mock weak voice. "Well then Severus, there is no reason to deduct points! On your way then Harry." Lupin said with a weary smile. Snape's eyes became heated with hatred as he watched Harry's retreating back. Harry went straight back to Gryffindor tower and up to his dorm. He layed down on his bed and closed the hangings.
The pain Harry went through was horrible, but not quite as bad as the month before. It appeared that booster shot had some affect. Harry lay in bed, under the blankets. He was exhausted. Ron checked on him, made sure he was okay. Alot of people asked Ron where Harry was. Ron just told them he wasn't feeling well. Near dinner time, Madame Pomfrey came to check on Harry. She said he should be able to go back to classes on Monday
Middle of November **************************************** Harry heaved himself out of bed. It was saturday and there was a quidditch practice. They had their first game of the season the next day. Gryffindor versus Slytherin. Harry pulled on his scarlet quidditch robes and shook Ron, Dean and Seamus awake. He grabbed his Firebold and headed down to the common room. Abby was coming down the stairs too, clutching her Nimbus 2001. She smiled at Harry and they made their way down to the Great Hall. No one else was there yet. Harry had a couple of pieces of toast and a goblet of pumpkin juice. "When everyone else shows up, tell them to come down to the field." Harry told Abby before heading out into the entrance hall. Harry was halfway out the front doors when... "Harry!" Harry glanced over his shoulder. Dan Harper was hurrying towards him. Harry groaned and darted through the doors and down the front steps. He gripped his broom tightly as he darted towards the quidditch field. Harry kicked the doors to the locker room open. There was a sign on the door that said 'Gryffindor House Team Only!'. Harry was very wrong if he thought this would stop Harper. Harry was pulling out the game board from his locker when Harper appeared. He was breathing heavely. "Go away!" Harry growled as he scribbled on the board. "Harry, I was hoping we could talk.." Dan said happily. Harry threw the board down. "You don't take a hint do you? You're too nosy! On about some map and then you're real interested in my dog! You aren't allowed to talk to me! If you want to, you have to talk to Anastasia!" Harry spat. He turned to walk away. "I'm one of the ones that decides whether or not Black is innocent. Treat me the wrong way and I might ignore the evidence." Harper said coldly. Harry spun around. He was livid. "Don't you dare threaten me!" He spat. Dan sneered at him. "My, my Mr Potter...don't we have an attitude problem. The next time you want to talk to me, you'd better. Or else you'll find yourself back at your dear muggle home." Harper growled. He turned on his heal and left the locker room. Harry just stared after him, disbelieving.
A few minutes later, the rest of the team arrived. Harry was in such a fury about his conversation with Harper, that he didn't bother going over the game plan. They just shot up into the air as the balls were released. As Harry searched for the snitch, he realised that his heart wasn't in it. He was about to call the practice off, when something hit him in the side, hard. Harry toppled from the broom and fell towards the ground. There were screams from Abby and Lavendar as Harry hit the ground with a dull thud. He wasn't moving. "Harry!" Ron yelled. He darted towards the ground, reaching an arm out and grabbing the hovering Firebolt. Ron bent over Harry. "Don't move him!" Dean yelled as he landed. "He might of hurt his neck!" Seamus added. "I'll go get help!" Abby said breathlessly. She ran towards the school. Ron knew the impact must have been hard, Harry's glasses were shattered. "Why does horrible stuff always happen to you?" Ron muttered. About two minutes later, they saw Professor Lupin and Abby running towards them. They were half way across the field when Dumbedore came through the front doors. He hurried across the lawn. Lupin came skidding to a hault beside Harry. "How high up was he?" He asked quickly. "About sixty feet." Ron said hastily, glancing overhead. Lupin bent an ear down to Harry's mouth. "He's breathing..." He said quietly. Dumbledore appeared. "What happened?" He asked, bending over Harry. "We were having a practice and Harry got hit in the side by a bludger. He just fell off his broom!" Seamus explained. Dumbledore waved his wand and a backboard appeared, as well as a neckbrace. "Remus, fasten this around his neck." Dumbledore said, handing him the brace. Trying to not move Harry, Lupin put the neckbrace on Harry. They slowly strapped him onto the backboard, which lifted off the ground when they were done. The team chased after Dumbledore and Lupin as they hurried up to the school with Harry. Students gasped and pointed as Harry was taken up to the hostpial wing. He was still unconcious. Dumbledore and Lupin took Harry into the hospital wing. They explained to Madame Pomfrey what happened. "It is quite possible he has a neck injury...I'll use the Seekabrokebone." She said thoughtfully. The pulled out a shimmering gold blanket and threw it over Harry. Instantly, you could see ever bone in his body. She glanced over his neck. "Everything seems fine there...he has a hairline fracture in his arm...looks like it's been there for a while. Amazingly, he has no other broken bones." She said, disbelieving. She removed the blanket and Lupin removed the neckbrace and backboard from Harry. The Gryffindor quidditch team was waiting outside. "Can you wake him Poppy?" Lupin asked quickly. She nodded and waved her wand. Harry's eyes flickered open. He looked around. "Where am I?" He asked, confused. "You're in the hospital wing Harry." Dumbledore said quietly. Harry turned to Dumbledore. "Harry? Who's Harry?" He asked, bewildered.
Lupin and Dumbledore stared at Harry. "What?!" Lupin asked finally. Harry looked at him, as though for the first time ever. "Who are you?" He asked. Lupin's eyes were bugging so far out of his head, they were in danger of falling out of their sockets. "Dumbledore?!" Lupin said urgently. "He hit his head. Lost his memory." Dumbledore said quietly. "Well than give him a potion!" Lupin laughed nervously. Dumbledore shook his head. "It wasn't a spell. Whenever a witch or wizard suffers from a head injury that causes them to lose their memory, their memory actually escapes. It's probably floating around on the quidditch pitch." He explained. "Witches, wizards? What are you talking about?" Harry asked. Lupin nearly fainted. "Harry...er, sorry. Your name is Harry Potter. I am Albus Dumbledore. This is Remus Lupin." Dumbledore explained awkwardly. "Very pleased to meet you Harry and Remus. Oh wait, I'm Harry aren't I?" Harry asked, shaking his head. Lupin groaned.
"Harry, I would like you to come with me. There is someone I am sure would like to see you." Dumbledore said slowly. Harry nodded. "Who?" Lupin asked. "I was in the middle of a meating with Anastasia and her uh...client when I saw Harry lying on the quidditch pitch, from my window." Dumbledore explained. He glanced back at Harry. Harry was smiling dumbly and looking around. Dumbledore helped Harry up and led him from the hostpital wing. "Harry! How are you?" Ron cried. Harry looked at him blankly. "Who're you?" He asked curiously. Ron looked at him, then smiled. "Don't be a prat!" He laughed. "A prat? Is that some sort of animal?" Harry asked Dumbledore. Ron was staring at his friend, disbelieving. Harry noticed the brooms everyone was holding. "Are you here to sweep? There's a bit of dirt in there..." He said, pointing into the hospital wing. The Gryffindor team stared after Harry as he was lead away. Dumbledore and Lupin made their way to Dumbledore's office, sticking close to Harry. "Willycoggle." Dumbledore muttered. The gargoyle sprang to life and jumped aside. Harry stared at it, terrified. Lupin pushed him onto the moving staircase. Harry couldn't figure out why the wooden stairs were moving. "Odd place it is here. Is this your house?" Harry asked Lupin. Lupin just stared at Harry. They reached the landing and Dumbledore pushed his office door open. Anastasia was standing there, talking to a great black dog. As Harry and Lupin entered the room and closed the door, the dog turned into Sirius. "Harry!" He smiled happily. Harry looked at him. "Do I know you?" Harry asked, his eyebrows raised. Sirius's face fell. He stared at Harry. "What?" He asked finally. He stepped forward and reached out a hand to rest on Harry's shoulder, but Harry pulled back. Sirius lowered his hand. "Harry..." He said quietly, very confused. Harry turned to Lupin. "Albus, who is this man?" He asked. Sirius's eyes became the size of plates. "What the hell is going on?!" He demanded. Dumbledore tried to calm him down, but Sirius was trying to talk to Harry. Harry was backed into a corner, terrified of this ranting and raving man. Dumbledore stepped in between Harry and Sirius. "Sirius, just calm down. Let me explain." Dumbledore said quietly. Sirius tore his eyes away from Harry and they fell on Dumbledore. "He fell off his broom..." Dumbledore began. Sirius groaned and grabbed his head. "He is perfectly fine, except he hit his head. I am positive his memory is wandering around the grounds." Dumbledore explained quietly. "THEN SHOULDN'T WE BE LOOKING FOR IT?!" Sirius yelled. Harry was now terrified of Sirius. He was sure this man was mental...
Anastasia was staring out the window. "Albus, does a memory look like a flimsy sort of blue bubble?" She asked. "Yes, though the colours vary." He said, wobbling his head. "Why do you ask?" He added. "Well, there's a flimsy blue bubble leaving the quidditch pitch and heading off over towards the lake." She said, slowly moving her head as she followed the bubble. Remus darted from the room. Anastasia turned back around. "Let's hope he catches it." She sighed. She turned to Harry and sat down across from him. "Harry, do you know who I am?" She asked softly. Harry looked at her for a minute, then shook his head. Anastasia forced a smile. "My name is Anastasia. I am your lawyer. I'm trying to make it so you can go and live with Sirius, your godfather." She said, resting a hand on Sirius's shoulder. A look of horror came across Harry's face. "Him?! He's mental though! Why would you want me to live with him?!" Harry gasped. It looked as if someone had reached into Sirius's chest, pulled out his heart, threw it on the ground and ran a steam roller over it. He looked on the verge of tears. "I can't do this." He said quietly. He turned away and went over to the bookcase. He leaned against it, his back to Harry. Dumbledore turned to Harry. "Harry, Sirius is your godfather. You care about him...dare I say love him? He is just a bit upset right now. Once you get your memory back, it'll be back to normal." He explained. Harry stared at him blankly. "Who are you?" He asked. Dumbledore looked at him. "I'm Dumbledore...Albus Dumbledore." He said, unsure what was going on. "Harry, you know that!" Dumbledore laughed. "Harry? Who's Harry?" Harry asked. Sirius spun around. Harry was looking around. He had no idea what was going on. "Dumbledore, what's happening?" Sirius asked quickly. "Either Remus has captured his memory and is stuffing it into a jar...or it has popped." Dumbledore said, staring at Harry. "What happens if it's popped?" Anastasia asked nervously. "He'll never get it back." Dumbledore said quietly.
There was a long silence. Suddenly, the door to Dumbledore's office burst open. Lupin was holding jar that appeared the be filled with a bubble. He closed the door and opened the jar. The bubble shot out. It zoomed around the room. "Sirius, Anastasia, Remus, plug your ears!" Dumbledore said loudly, before shoving his own fingers in his ears. The bubble zoomed right towards Harry. He yelled, but not before the bubble squeezed through his ear. Harry fell backwards onto the floor, then a minute later, scrambled to his feet. "What's going on?" He asked, looking around. Sirius removed his fingers from his ears. "It hasn't worked." He said quietly. "What hasn't worked? Sirius, what are you doing here?" Harry asked. He looked around. "Why do you three have your fingers in your ears?" He laughed. Sirius smiled. Harry had called him Sirius...he had his memory back!
It took a while to explain to Harry what happened. "So...my memory just popped out of my head?" He asked, disbelieving. Dumbledore nodded. "Harry, I just want to make sure your memory is in tact. Can you tell me what you were doing when you fell?" Dumbledore asked. "Playing quidditch." Harry replied. "What about before you were playing quidditch?" Dumbledore asked. Harry thought for a moment, then his eyes became very round. "What is it Harry?" Sirius asked quickly. "Harper! He came to see me in the locker room! He went on an on and he said that if the next time he wanted to talk, and I didn't, he wouldn't vote for Sirius's name to be cleared!" Harry explained. He slurred all his words together. As soon as Harry said this, there was a knock at the door. Sirius quickly turned into Padfoot as the door opened. It was Harper alright. He looked around at everyone and smiled. "Well, well, well. Isn't this cozy?" He sneered. There was something about that sneer... Dumlbedore's eyes danced with fire. "Can I help you Mr Harper?" He asked coldly. "I was hoping I could have a word with Harry...alone." Harper smilled. He gave Harry a warning look. "You can't. Not unless Harry waves council." Anastasia said quickly. Harper leaned against the door. "You know, only one vote against the motion and it's denied." He said airily. "I'll talk to you." Harry growled. Padfoot growled. Harper looked at him. "Why don't you bring your dog?" He asked quietly. "My dog has nothing to do with our little talk." Harry spat. He followed Harper out of the office.
Harry and Dan walked out into the school grounds. "I'm sorry I had to be so drastic Harry, but I really wanted to talk to you alone." Dan said in his sweet and innocent voice. "What then?" Harry asked coldly. Dan turned to face him. "I know you know where Sirius Black is." He said quietly. Harry scowled at him. "I do not." He said shortly. Dan eyed him. "There's something about that dog of yours..." He said quietly. Harry was biting his tongue. "You told me Pettigrew was an unregistered Animagus. If Black used to be friends with him..." Harper trailed off. What if he figured it out. "You really must be dreaming." Harry laughed. Dan scowled. "I do not dream. I put facts together...I hypothesize. I do not dream." He snapped. Harry rolled his eyes. "Listen, when you have some real questions, come find me...and my lawyer." Harry said. He shoved his hand into his pocket, but there was something there. Harry felt the object. It was about the size of a paper bill and had a button on it. Harry quickly pressed the button. "Remember what I said Potter, one vote against Black being freed and he's done for." Harper growled. Harry heard whispering in his pocket. "What are you saying?" Harry spat. "I'm saying that if you don't watch your step, I'll throw my vote." Dan sneered. "That's very interesting Mr Harper." Anastasia's voice said suddenly. Harper looked wildly around. Harry pulled out the small screen. Anastasia was on it, holding what looked like a muggle tape recorder. She pressed a button and Harper's voice sounded. "I'm saying that if you don't watch your step, I'll throw my vote." Harper went very pale. He was furious. He stormed off, towards Hogsmade. Harry smiled. "How'd this get in my pocket?" Harry asked Dumbledore as he appeared. Dumbledore waved his wand. Harry laughed.