Harry sighed as he walked through the empty hallways of Hogwarts. The long awaited Quidditch game was here, and he could finally let out all of his pent up energy; and focus only on the game, which is something he hasn't been able to do in a long while.

As anxious as Harry was to play Quidditch, he still couldn't help but think about all the other things weighing on his mind. His main worry was Sirius. He kept thinking about what could happen to him and what Dumbledore might be doing to help. Then, he also had to worry about Voldemort and what he might be planning. His last worry was Clara, and her whole father issue. She still hasn't told a soul since she found out.

It seemed as if there were so many unknowns in Harry's life that he just needed to think about something he could control, and he could definitely control Quidditch. As this occurred to Harry he brightened up a bit and was able to sit down and eat a little breakfast before going out to the field. He was getting excited now, as he finished his breakfast and got up to head out the main doors. But soon enough he was stopped by Ron, Clara, and Hermoine.

"Harry, wait! Let us talk to you before you go out there," said Hermoine with a smile. It was nice that the second Harry was in the hospital, that Hermoine forgot all of her worries and focused on being a friend again. Although there relationship has been up and down all year, he still wanted her there for him.

"Sure…..er, anything in particular you wanna talk about?" Harry replied happily.

"Well I wanted to talk about how you didn't wake me up so I could walk to the field with you. I hate going there alone with all those Slytherines givin' nasty glares." Ron joked cheerfully.

"Sorry, you just looked so peaceful," Harry answered with a smirk, "We better go now though, it'll start soon."

As Harry and Ron started to say their goodbyes and walk away, Clara suddenly said, "I need to talk to you alone, Harry, before you go."

Harry turned around to answer, but she didn't wait for one. She grabbed his cloak and was slightly dragging him to an empty nearby classroom. Harry noticed that she had beautiful flowers that changed colors in her hands. He couldn't help but wonder who they were from.

He didn't wonder for long, however, because soon enough they were in the small and dimly lit classroom. Clara took a minute to breath in silence before she mumbled, "Dumbledore told me…….that night you had the dream."

Harry nodded because he knew exactly what she was talking about. He tried to look like he didn't mind waiting for her to tell him who it was, even though he was so incredibly impatient to find out. She kind of just looked around the room for a moment while fiddling with the flowers in her hands, before Harry noticed a tear roll down her cheek.

"You don't have to tell me, Clara. You can wait." Harry said these words but he didn't really mean them. In his head he wanted to beg her to find out. He was so curious to know the truth. It had been two weeks since she knew and if that wasn't enough time, he would have to wait longer. If she never wanted to tell him, Harry would have to deal with that.

"Sirius Black"

"What?" Harry said thinking he heard wrong. He was trying not to panic.

"My Father is Sirius Black. My Father is…dead." Clara whispered. She turned away from Harry and leaned against the wall while she let a few tears stream across her face.

Harry had to sit down; he was not ready to hear this, especially not now. He sunk down into a desk and put his head in his hands. His mind was racing; he forgot that Clara was even there for a moment.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I was scared," she pleaded. Clara was crying harder now, although she managed not to make a sound as she did so.

"You waited two weeks." Harry stated without looking up, "He's my godfather."

"I know, it's just—"

"Please stop crying." Harry said. He knew he was being completely awful, but it was so hard not to tell her the truth.

"I'll never know my father and I've been looking for him my entire life. That's the whole reason why I came here. I wanted to find him and now, I discover that he is dead."

"I never knew either of my parents. I'm doing okay." Harry replied a little aggravated.

"Why are you being like this?" Clara shouted.

"Because you're sitting there sobbing, over someone you didn't even know. You didn't see him fall to his death, you weren't the cause of his death, and you don't even know what he looks like. You are crying over something you never had. You didn't have a father before, and you don't have a father now."

Clara looked at Harry horrified. Her cheeks were starting to flush with anger and her tears were starting to vanish. She was beginning to walk away from the wall, closer to Harry. He didn't care how much of a jackass he was being, he was so stressed out and tired of people pitying themselves.

"Harry, I know he's your godfather, and that you blame yourself for him dying. But you have no right to yell at me. I didn't have to tell you, but I did. I thought you were a nice person. To hell with you, though!"

"Sirius is alive," Harry uttered emotionless. He needed her to know, it was only fair. She told him who her father was, and she had a right to know that her dad was still alive. Though, he wasn't exactly going to tell her where Sirius was. He would save that little piece of information for later.

"WHAT?" Clara roared while throwing the mystery flowers on the ground. "You let me believe that I would NEVER meet my father even though he is still alive and then you yell at me for not telling you who my dad was sooner. What the hell!" Clara was now right near Harry's face and as he peered into her eyes, they looked like they wanted nothing less than to strangle him.

Harry was very taken aback by Clara's sudden flash of anger. He tried to compose himself, but he was feeling guilty now. She was right. "I wasn't supposed to tell anyone," he said awkwardly.

"I wasn't supposed to tell anyone either, but I told you!" Clara spat while pushing a bit at Harry's shoulders.

"Yes, but your information is a little less complicated then mine," Harry replied guardedly. He couldn't tell her where Sirius was, or that he was under Voldemort's reign.

"How is yours more complicated?" Clara questioned suspiciously.

Harry looked at Clara a moment deciding whether or not it would be wise to let her know everything or not. He had to tell her something though so he reluctantly said, "That dream I had, where I was standing in the fire, it was real. Sirius was in it, so I know that he is alive."

"Then, where is he? Don't even say that you don't know either!" Clara asked hopefully.

Harry looked at her pleading face and as much as he wanted to tell her, he couldn't. It would be too hard to inform her where Sirius was. It was painful enough for Harry to think about his poor godfather, he didn't want Clara to have to worry as well. "I just can't."

Clara raised her arm like she was going to smack Harry, but he managed to grab her hand before she did. She raised her other arm, but Harry grabbed that one too, and she was left with nothing else to hit him with. "Let go!" she screamed as her eyes appeared to be welling up with tears again.

"Are you going to try to hit me?" Harry asked gently

"Yes, I just want to meet him. Wouldn't you want to see your father againif you ever got the chance?" Clara asked as she struggled a little to get out of Harry's grip.

"There is a good reason why I can't tell you, Clara. I'm sorry." Harry sincerely replied, "I'm going to let go, now. Please don't hit me."

As Harry released Clara's arms she wiped her tears off her face and shook her head. "At least he is stillalive."

Harry looked down as he heard this comment. For some reason this made him sad. Sirius wasn't living, he was just suffering. It was all Harry could do to stop himself from trying to rescue his godfather right then.

Soon he felt a light touch on his shoulder and he smiled as Clara kissed him in the gentlest and purest way possible. It was passionate yet intimate, and everything that Harry needed in that moment. It was his comfort, to have her hot lips upon his. The kiss made him forget everything and remember only one thought, that he wanted this so bad. Harry felt himself back up towards the wall as they went deeper into each other. He felt her hands on his chest and her soft angelic hair on his face. When he was with her, Harry was in heaven.

The only problem in this matter was that those flowers that lay abandoned on the floor were from Ron. Ron, who had earlier that morning asked Clara on a date. Ron, the boy who had accidentally peeked in a moment ago, unnoticed, and saw that his best friend and long time crush were making out behind his back.