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A/N: Well here's another chapter! My thoughts and prayers go out to everyone in London during this tough time. Please enjoy the chapter.

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Chapter 14: Start of Term

Harry stood amidst a sea of purple sleeping bags laid out on the floor of the Great Hall, too tired to think. It was past one o'clock in the morning and they had finally gotten everyone into their sleeping bags and at least pretending to be asleep. It had been a tough task after the drama that had unfolded on the train that afternoon. Many of the students had lost at least one person they knew. Over all only 16 students were missing, presumed dead, but that was a far cry from the estimated 50 dead immediately following the attack.

Ron and Hermione had fallen asleep up where the Teacher's table usually was. They had worked hard comforting people and tending injuries, and had nodded off during their watch of the younger students. Many of the other older students, mostly prefects, had fallen asleep now as well, leaving Harry standing alone in the middle of the hall.

The whole situation seemed much like his third year when Sirius had been suspected of trying to murder Harry and all the students had had to sleep in the Great Hall while the teachers searched the castle. It turned even more so when Snape strode into the hall after passing the ghosts standing guard at the entrance.

"How are things going here?" he asked Harry quietly, his piercing gaze sweeping the hall of sleeping students.

"As should be expected," said Harry, then in more of a whisper, "Did you get Remus to the Shrieking Shack okay?"

"Yes," said Snape with a slight sneer. "Idiot werewolf. I don't know what he was thinking, coming back to help fight with the full moon tonight." Then, as an afterthought, "I suppose that is what saved many of the students."

Harry was relieved. Remus had told them last night he was leaving for the shrieking shack where he could transform in peace but then had come back to help with the attack on the train.

"Dumbledore should be arriving soon," said Snape, sauntering over to several students who were awake and whispering. "Fawcett, Greengrass, five points for talking! Now I suggest you go to sleep before I decide to take more points!" The talking abruptly stopped, along with many other whispers in the hall.

"Good," yawned Harry, swaying slightly on his feet.

"Potter you need sleep," said Snape firmly and he took a protesting Harry by the arm and led him (a bit roughly) to an empty sleeping bag.

"I'm al—alright," said Harry, yawning again but allowing himself to be led to the sleeping bag.

"Apparently you're not," said Snape as the teenager careened slightly and he had to lower him to the ground. Harry was asleep an instant before he touched the ground.

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"Hey kiddo," said a familiar voice in the distance. Harry looked around, scanning the landscape in his dream. It was a dream, that much he knew.

"Sirius?" he asked the emptiness. "Is that you?"

"Right here," said Sirius, appearing out of nowhere in front of Harry, who was currently sitting by a stream in a wooded area.

"Sirius!" Harry jumped up and gave his godfather a big hug, not wanting to let go. Finally they separated and Harry asked, "Sirius, you said that you only had three times left to talk to me, I used one of them without thinking, so this would be the second. Does this mean I only have one time left?"

Sirius looked saddened. "Yes, Harry, I'm sorry but it's true. There was something I had overlooked in the Padrinos Charm. Once a Celebration has been celebrated and the ones who loved you most have said the spell allowing you to rest in peace, I have to enter the spirit world for good. Right now I'm somehow stuck between the world of the living and the world of the dead. I can enter partway into the world of the dead but not all the way. In the living I can enter your dreams or engage in your thoughts."

"If I would have known that we wouldn't have performed the spell!" said a shocked and sad Harry. "What am I going to do without you, Sirius?" The Harry in the dream started crying quietly as Sirius comforted him.

"Harry, you have to face life alone sometime. You can't always have someone there watching over you or looking after you. You should know that as the prophecy states that you have to be the one to defeat Voldemort. It is better this way. Don't take me the wrong way, Harry, but it can sometimes be a burden to be chained to the world of the living while you are supposed to be beyond the veil. I cannot truly rest in peace until I am unchained of the world of the living. I will be with your parents, Harry, and it will be better for both of us," Sirius explained, his arm around Harry's shoulders the entire time, his own voice choking up with the solemnity of the event.

Harry was silent for several minutes in deep thought. "Sirius, if it means that much to you, is there a way you can go back without using up all your times?"

"Yes…," said Sirius slowly. "but I don't want you to have to do that. The whole purpose of the charm is to help you."

"How do I release you?" said Harry, firmly making up his mind.

"All you have to do is say, 'Godfather, I release you from your chains,'" said Sirius reluctantly, looking away from his godson as he said so.

Harry said resolutely, "I want to do it, Sirius. I didn't realize how this affected you and I want you to be relieved of this burden. As much as it hurts to let you go, I will do it."

"Harry," Sirius began, "You don't--,"

"Yes, I do, Sirius. And nothing you say will change my mind."

"Alright then," said Sirius, breaking into a smile. "Let's make the most of the rest of our time together then."

For the next few hours,(it seemed hours to Harry in his dream, but was in actuality only 45 minutes) they talked of old times, Harry's parents, various friends of Sirius' and special times they had had together. Harry never wanted it to end, but realized he had to in order for Sirius to go join his friends. He could have decided to take the one more time allowed, but didn't want to seem clingy and selfish.

Finally, after saying their last, tearful goodbyes, Harry said, through tears streaming down his face, "Goodbye, Sirius—Padfoot. Godfather, I release you."

With one last hug, Sirius disappeared out of existence in Harry's dream. Harry could only hope he had made it back to the void beyond the veil. It was strange, not sharing his mind with Sirius anymore, but in a way Harry was glad to keep his thoughts to himself, even if Sirius couldn't share them with anyone.

Harry passed the night in his dream, sitting by the side of the stream thinking of his godfather.

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The next day passed in a daze to Harry, Ginny, Ron, Hermione and Draco as they worked to comfort students, help the teachers get ready for the start of term, and face their own grievances. No one from the Order had been seriously hurt, but Tonks sported a goose egg on her head and her arm in a bandage when she arrived at Hogwarts to receive healing from Madam Pomfrey.

"We were lucky," she said reassuringly to Harry and Ron, who were helping in the infirmary. "If you hadn't taken out Warbeck right away there, Harry, I don't know what would have happened."

She clumsily tripped over a box of potions and would have fallen had Ron not caught her. As it was, several bottles of potions fell out and broke, causing the ire of Professor Snape to be heard all through the Second Floor corridors.

"I JUST MADE THOSE YOU CLUMSY FOOL OF A TONKS!" he shouted, his normally pale face red with rage. Tonks had a look of shock on her face and started apologizing profusely.

The stock of potions was down, especially Fever Reducing Draught, Dreamless Sleep Potion, and many others that were used on battlefields. Snape had been busy all night making more. Malfoy had joined him, along with several other older students.

Harry had asked if he could help, but, as was probably to be expected, Snape had turned him down, saying he couldn't trust Harry would do it right. Harry had begun to protest, pointing at his O.W.L. score to prove he could, but Snape had silenced him with a sharp look. According to all the other students, Harry was taking Remedial Potions and therefore couldn't be trusted with this important task. It was actually Occlumency he was taking, but they weren't to know that.

Snape had gone back to his usual, ornery self when it came to Harry. This disappointed him, but he knew it was all for show. At least he thought it was. It would have seemed a bit unusual if he had suddenly started praising Harry instead of ridiculing him.

Snapehad told Harry, when asked, that he had resumed his role as a spy for the Order. When Harry asked him how this was possible, since he had been seen fighting against the Death Eaters at the Quidditch game, Snape replied, "Did you see me actually hurt a Death Eater, Potter?"

"No," said Harry, thinking back. All he had seen Snape do were a few stunners and other jinxes to take the Death Eaters out. None of his spells had actually hurt.

"Exactly. The Dark Lord still thinks I am spying on the Order, so allowed me to maintain the act of keeping you safe. You were not the main objective of the Dark Lord for this attack. It was a plus to him that you were there, but his main objective was to decapitate as many as he could, and he would have succeeded had you not stepped in."

"So, it was actually bad that I was there," said Harry thoughtfully.

"Yes," said Snape, turning back to his potions and ending the conversation as a seventh year Slytherin walked into the dungeon. "Potter!"

"Yes, sir," Harry said, sighing.

"Take these potions up to the Hospital Wing, now!"

"Right away, sir."

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After returning to Gryffindor Tower for a quick shower and change of clothes, Harry went down to the Great Hall where lunch was currently being served. He was starving. He had missed breakfast and hadn't had a proper dinner the night before. The puffy, purple sleeping bags had disappeared and the house tables had resumed their normal places. The first year students hadn't been sorted yet and were all sitting at a separate table, looking scared and shy.

Harry quickly spotted Ginny, Ron and Hermione at the Gryffindor table. Sitting down beside Ginny, he immediately grabbed some chicken and potatoes and said, "I'm starving," before digging in.

"Apparently," said Hermione, miffed at the way he was shoveling food in. "I think you've been hanging around Weasley's for a bit too long."

"Common' Hermy," said Ron, his face full of food.

"The start of term feast is tonight," Ginny told Harry.

"Good," he said between bites. "Then we don't have to be in charge of all the first years."

Just then Luna Lovegood drifted over. "Have a good summer?" she asked dreamily.

"It wasn't too bad," said Ginny, scooting over to make room for her. "How was your vacation?"

"Did you find any whatta-ya-call-its?" asked Ron.

"Crumple-Horned Snorkacks," said Luna. "And yes, we did see some. We spotted several off in the distance. It was well worth it."

Hermione looked doubtful. According to her books, Crumple-Horned Snorkacks didn't exist.

The rest of the day passed quickly; Harry spent a lot of time helping in the infirmary where the overflow from St. Mungo's had been sent. When he was sick of that, he wandered the castle deep in thought. He had told his friends about Sirius leaving, but was still quite saddened by it.

He could hardly believe he was truly gone. He had had to go through the loss twice now, and somehow that was worse then just once.

Remus was still in the shrieking shack recuperating from his transformation, but Mr. and Mrs. Weasley visited just before dinner. They couldn't stay long, but wanted to make sure everyone was okay and reassure them that they too, were fine.

The feast was a somber one; everyone was much more silent than usual and the decorations were all black in mourning for those killed. Harry sat at the Gryffindor table with the rest of his house as Professor McGonagall placed the old school Sorting Hat on a stool in front of the staff table. The first years entered, looking very nervous. Everyone waited in anxious anticipation for the hat's song.

I'm the Hogwarts Sorting Cap,

So try me on and you shall see,

For where you belong is up to me.

Whether it is Gryffindor or Slytherin,

Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff.

I will find the right match before too long,

But first listen closely to my song:

Danger is near, but don't you fear,

The way to get through is the way brought by you.

Unite together for common cause,

Don't hesitate or pause.

Divide and you shall forever regret

What could have been you'll not get.

Now I must do what I was made to do,

So try me on and I will find a home for you.

You might find home in Hufflepuff

If you are just and loyal;

Or maybe you'll sink your roots

In shrewd and witty Ravenclaw;

Gryffindor just might be the place for you,

The brave of heart and daring nerve;

Last, but certainly not the least,

Cunning old Slytherin,

Where you will make your real friends.

Don't shun those of one house or another

For not all are bad and deserve to be ostracized.

Reach out for those in need and stick together

I have spoken, so heed me, or heed me not

For I am the Hogwarts Sorting Hat.

Just like last year, there was a slight pause before everybody started clapping for the Sorting Hat's performance. Harry looked at Hermione, who was furiously writing down the song word for word to be able to study it.

"Really expanding on its usual song isn't it?" said Ron. "Last year it gave us a little warning; this year sounds more like advice."

"Yea," said Harry, lowering his voice as Professor McGonagall called the first student ("Abraham, Luke,") to be sorted. "And all it could say about Slytherin was that it was cunning and something about friends."

"Cunning old Slytherin, where you will make your real friends," said Hermione, who by now had it all copied down. "It also said Slytherin was where you would make your real friends back in First Year," she added, all knowingly.

"Bloody hell, Hermione," said Ron unbelievingly. "Have you nothing better to do with your brain cells than to store all the old sorting songs?"

"Each song is recorded down in a book in the library," said Hermione smartly. "Last year after it gave the warning I looked up past years' songs and searched for similar warnings. There were quite a few, but they didn't help me any. While I was doing it I memorized the songs from our five, now six, years here."

Ron and Harry just shook their heads at Hermione in disbelief. She had way too much time on her hands to be looking up all that.

Suddenly the Gryffindor table erupted in loud cheers as they received their first new student of the year, a timid looking girl by the name of Amanda Cabot. Ginny elbowed Harry hard in the side and gave him a look. Harry took the hint and exuberantly started clapping with the rest of the Gryffindors as Amanda took a seat next to Katie Bell.

That reminded Harry. Last year the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Umbridge, had banned him from playing Quidditch for life. He would have to see Professor McGonagall about playing for Gryffindor again. He assumed he would be able to play again, because Umbridge and the Ministry had taken over the school. They had passed decrees banning school clubs and teams, given Umbridge the headmistress position after Dumbledore had been forced to leave, made her Undersecretary to the Minister, and many, many others. There were at least 30 different decrees passed.

Harry still had the scar on the back of his hand to remind him of Umbridge's detentions she loved to give him. It said, I will not tell lies. He had blatantly refused to listen to her lectures on how Voldemort was not back in power and had told her Cedric Diggory had not died of an accident, as she had tried to tell them.

The sorting was almost over, and Harry was glad. They were currently sorting Olson, Jessica, and there were maybe only eight students left. The hat deliberated for a moment before shouting out, "RAVENCLAW!" as the table to the right burst into cheers and Jessica hopped off the stool and eagerly joined her new housemates. The sorting finally ended with a boy named Karl Yentz being sorted into Slytherin.

Professor McGonagall took the stool and the Sorting Hat away as the student's attention turned to the Headmaster. "Welcome back to another year," he said, standing up. Dumbledore looked almost as he always did; he had his gray beard tucked into his belt, his just as long gray hair flowing out behind him. His usual, half-moon spectacles covered his blue eyes, that lacked the usual twinkle. Harry thought he saw a hint of it, but passed it off as the lighting. He really missed that twinkle.

"I would like to take this time thank all the students who helped out in our time of need and peril. To our new Head Boy and Girl, Stephen Fawcett and Cho Chang," Harry didn't even feel a thing when Cho was mentioned, of which he was grateful, "Professor Snape for working day and night brewing us potions, Madam Pomfrey for her continuous work in the Hospital Wing, Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley, and Draco Malfoy for all the work they have done in the past few days, including cleaning up after the train, shepherding students back to the castle after the attack, working in the Hospital Wing and with Professor Snape brewing potions, and organizing sleeping quarters and watching over students the past night. We could have never done all this without the previously named and the many other staff members and students who pitched in and helped," Dumbledore paused and put his hands together as the rest of the student body and staff started clapping.

Harry and the others joined in as everyone stood and gave a standing ovation. Harry caught Draco's eye from the next table over and gave him a slight nod, which he returned gratefully. His usual cronies, Crabbe and Goyle, were sitting on either side of him, and looked confused as to why they were clapping. They probably hadn't realized Draco could be so helpful and was getting a round of applause for doing good deeds. Harry could see Draco looking at them with distaste. Hopefully he could turn them around. Their fathers were Death Eaters as well as Draco's.

"Now let us take a moment of silence to grieve for those killed in the attack Sunday and Monday," he bowed his head as everyone followed suit. Harry could hear many sniffles and sobs as people started crying again. Many girls were crying on the shoulder of a friend and many of the guys had put their heads on the table.

Ginny started crying on Harry's shoulder and he pulled her close to him, comforting her as she clung to him. They ignored the looks Ron was giving them out of the corner of his eye.

Dumbledore let this go on for about three minutes before saying, "After the Sorting Hat's song, it has come to me that we have already begun uniting in a way we have never done before. In the past day I have seen Gryffindor's working side by side with Slytherin's for a good cause, a Ravenclaw reaching out to help an injured Hufflepuff, and much much more. I wish to ask you to keep it up. I have just decided that we've had enough of house tables; from now on we will all sit at one table as one, big family."

Most of the students were looking excited to be part of the new change; excluding the older Slytherins. They were looking quite disgruntled about the whole business. Harry glanced over at Draco and saw him trying to get Crabbe and Goyle excited about the idea. They were looking very confused at the change in Draco's views. Just last year he would have been outraged at such a change. He had found muggleborns and half-bloods to be inferior to purebloods like the Slytherins.

"There is a war going on," Dumbledore continued, "and as there is a threat of an attack on Hogwarts, we will be conducting a drill in case it ever happens. Term will not start tomorrow as we will be going through this with you. Hopefully we will be able to get back into the swing of things as soon as possible."

"On a happier note, I would like to introduce our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, Professor Zeller," There was a large smattering of applause at the announcement as Professor Zeller stood up and smiled graciously at them. The applause was mostly for the fact that Umbridge was gone, something to be celebrated greatly.

"That is all," Dumbledore said. "Good night."

There was a clamor as everyone stood up and started towards their Common Rooms. "First years follow me!" said Hermione authoritatively. Ron was being dragged relentlessly behind her while protesting that she could handle the first years herself.

"Ron you're a Prefect!" said Hermione indignantly.

"Get the fifth year prefects to do it," he whined. That reminded Harry; he hadn't found out if Ginny had been made prefect or not.

He looked at her questioningly and she smiled, "No, I didn't get it, Harry. Mum was disappointed but I'm glad I didn't get it. It's too much work, especially with O.W.L.'s coming up."

"Will you join me up to the common room then?" he asked. Ginny gladly accepted and they left Ron with Hermione after quickly finding out the new password (Fiddlesticks).

As they left the Great Hall, Harry could feel the stares following him. Mostly it was the first years, as they had never seen him before. The day before as he had been helping a first year to the Hospital Wing, the boy had stuttered constantly and had openly stared at his scar until Harry made a point of flattening his hair over it. He thought it was getting quite old.

Instead of following the multitude of other Gryffindors up to the common room, Harry and Ginny took a few of Harry's shortcuts and arrived, hand in hand, ten minutes before the rest of the students.

They had the common room to themselves and took the best sofa that wasn't right in front of the fire. It was so warm out they didn't need its normally welcome warmth. They sat there in silence; content to have Ginny leaning on Harry's shoulder. They sat that way until Hermione and Ron entered with the first years, many of whom were in shock at the splendid décor and comfort of the common room.

"Girls dormitory is that way," said Hermione pointing up the staircase. "It's on the right-hand side. Boys dormitory is up there and to the right as well," she explained, pointing up the boy's staircase. "Your things have already been brought up. Breakfast is at 7:30 tomorrow morning and classes begin at 9:00. Good night!" The first years scrambled up their respective staircases eagerly just as the rest of the Gryffindors entered through the Fat Lady's portrait.

Harry said goodnight to Ginny and went up the staircase to the sixth year boys' dormitory. Joining him were Ron, Neville Longbottom, Dean Thomas, and Seamus Finnegan.

"Blimey Harry," said Seamus as they entered the familiar room with five four-poster beds. "What do you think of all this house unity stuff?"

Harry responded with a shrug. "Well I suppose it's all for the better. I think it will actually be nice, sitting with other houses for a change."

Dean Thomas gave a dark look. "What about the Slytherins? We'll be sitting with them now I reckon."

"Slytherins are the same as anyone else," said Harry. He couldn't wait to see how these guys reacted to him getting along with his former archenemy.

"My grandma lectured me on house unity this past summer," piped in Neville. "She thought Dumbledore should do more to encourage it." Then he looked a bit guilty. "I think she even wrote him a letter saying he should. She wouldn't tell me what she suggested, but she hinted it had to do with Quidditch."

"What?" exclaimed Harry and Ron together.

"They bloody hell better not get rid of Quidditch!" said Ron angrily.

"Yeah," said Harry gloomily. "What else have I got to look forward to with the war going on and all?"

"So how was your summers?" asked Dean as he put on his pajamas. They were ludicrously blue and yellow, the colors of his West Ham football team. Ron snorted and rolled his eyes as he saw them.

"Well if you don't count being involved in three attacks from the Death Eaters," said Harry, "it was quite a good summer."

"Same here," said Ron, flopping down on his bed, fully dressed in orange Cannon's pajamas. Dean looked horrified at the sight and Harry, Seamus and Neville just had to laugh.

"They didn't do too well on Sunday, now, did they?" asked Neville, gesturing to Ron's Chudley Cannons poster on the wall.

"Their brooms were tampered with!" protested Ron. "It said so in the Daily Prophet yesterday. Voldemort had to get them to lose somehow so Celestina Warbeck could sing at the end, starting the attack."

"Poor Oliver," said Harry. "I think they had to take him to St. Mungo's and put him in a safe room. They say he was raving about how she hadn't done anything wrong."

"They think she confounded him," said Seamus.

"Remember when Snape thought we were confounded Harry?" asked Ron sniggering.

The others looked at them questioningly and Harry shook his head almost imperceptibly at Ron warning him against talking about Sirius. "Yea, well, at the time he was a bit out of his mind wasn't he?" asked Harry jovially.

"Yea," said Ron, getting the hint. "Well I'm a tad tired. Good night!" he yawned and pulled his curtains around his bed.

The others did the same as they all clambered into bed. "Good night," resounded through the room before it fell quiet. Before Harry climbed into his bed however, he grabbed his Wizwit out of his trunk, along with a quill. He turned to a fresh page and wrote:

To Draco,

Hey so how are we gonna do this tomorrow? Sit together right away? Or give it a few days?

Harry

While waiting to see if Draco had remembered that they were all supposed to be ready to communicate that night, Harry read the message Ron had sent him a few minutes ago. Thankfully he had charmed the book to stay silent and not give out its warning beep when a new message arrived. He didn't know how he would explain what the annoying noise was to the others if it did go off.

To Harry,

They better not cancel the Quidditch cup again! Say who do you think they will make Quidditch Captain? We also need a few more chasers. All we've got is Katie coming back. Ginny said with you back as Seeker she'd like to be chaser, but who else? Also I dunno about Sloper and Kirke as our beaters this year. They did an alright job last year but if we really want a chance at the cup…

Ron

Harry quickly scribbled a response to Ron that he was sure everything would work out all right. He then turned to Draco's response.

To Potter,

Give it a few days. Anyways, who ever said I want to sit by you? Crabbe and Goyle are getting very suspicious about my attitude. They know all about how I ran away, but I don't think they expected me to be this much different. I'm expecting them to turn on me any day now so maybe after the slug heads do that. I'm out this day was tiring.

Malfoy

Harry was glad those two losers would be out of the way soon. Malfoy had confided to Harry that he hadn't ever cared for them as friends; they were just there because that was what their father's had done for Lucius Malfoy back when they were in school. It was more for Voldemort seeing that his right-hand man was protected.

Just then another message appeared, addressed to all of them. Harry groaned and he could hear Ron do the same in the next bed. He had forgotten Snape was also receiving all of the messages.

To all,

Dear me, what have we here? Ms. Granger and Ms. Weasley pouring out their hearts to me, Mr. Weasley and Mr. Potter talking Quidditch, and Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Potter babbling nonsense. AT MIDNIGHT NO LESS WHEN YOU SHOULD BE ASLEEP! Ah, but of course, the famous Harry Potter doesn't need to sleep, unlike myself. And before I spell these—Wizwits—to destroy them, I need to inform Mr. Potter he will be needed tomorrow night at 8:00 in my classroom for Remedial Potions. Since you were unfortunately accepted into the NEWT Potions class, you need all the help you can get before you fall so much behind you cannot make it all up. DO NOT BE LATE.

Professor S. Snape

Harry gulped. Now he was going to get it from Draco. He didn't know Harry was taking Occlumency with Snape; like the rest of the students, he thought Harry was taking Remedial Potions. Nobody ever questioned this as he usually did quite poorly in class. Harry was sure he would do well if he only had another teacher. It didn't seem like Snape was going to be any nicer this year.

He put the wizwit away and lay down his head on his pillow. Tomorrow classes started.

A/N: Thanks for reading and please leave a review! Next chapter classes begin, Harry has Occlumency for the first time since the disaster fifth year, house unity is not only encouraged but forced onto the students, and Harry has a confrontation with someone about the past year. Who could it be?