Tiffany: I'm really glad you like it so far!

Opal: Actually I was thinking HP/DM. Hope that's ok. ...Uh...actually I never thought about a dreamless sleep potion or stunning him...uh...let's just pretend they wouldn't have worked...yah...uh...anyways...well better yet it will help strengthen the bond that is a major part of the plot as you will all see in the end...oh no I've said to much.

Ginnygal189: I'm glad you liked the last chapter and I'm happy to say that this chapter has been beta-read. Wow, that has got to be the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. I'm dedicating this chapter to you. Thank you so much for the compliment!

VladLycan: Glad you liked it. Yah, well let's not talk about Dark Depressed Teenage Goth, it's people like that, which worries me. Anyways hope she doesn't read yours either, because I really like yours and wouldn't appreciate a rude comment about them.

Padfootfe: Oh I didn't mean anything by what I said. I just thought it would be best if I tried to explain since a lot of people have commented on the torture thing. And, besides my explanation, I also just plain like torture fics. Please don't think I'm weird or anything, I just can't help it, but I do always enjoy a good ending.

IMPORTANT AUTHORS NOTE: Since no one seems to have a complaint about slash, I deem the question null and void, meaning that there will be slash, but don't worry it won't be anything explicit. It will be an HP/DM, but on the side, it will add a little to the ultimate plot of the story, which this chapter will help with.

I would also like to thank Artemis for his wonderful beta reading!

CHAPTER NINE-NO MORE MAGIC MR. POTTER

Sirius woke up early the next morning. He squinted half asleep over at Harry's bed, but his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets when he realized that Harry was gone. Sirius was panicking beyond belief. 'What if someone kidnapped him again? No, Harry please be ok. This can't be happening. Not again.'

Suddenly he heard someone out on the grounds yell, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Sirius raced over to the window. He looked around frantically for whom the voice came from. Then he saw it. At the very edge of the forest was Harry. He was standing perfectly still, with his arms to his sides, starring out into the Forbidden Forest. His wand was lying on the grass next to him.

'How did he get all the way out there with his injuries', Sirius wondered starring at Harry in awe. Suddenly the still figure of Harry dropped to its knees, jutting Sirius into yet another fit of panic. Sirius tore his eyes away from Harry and raced out of the hospital wing.

It was early enough that none of the students were even up yet, so Sirius had no trouble darting through the many corridors, and down the many stairs to the entrance hall. He burst through the great oak doors and out onto the grounds, running as fast as he could to where Harry was. When he finally got there, he dove to the ground in front of Harry. The young Gryffindor was starring blankly into the forest as if mesmerized. Even though Sirius was kneeling right in front of him, Harry continued to stare toward the forest as though Sirius was transparent.

'He looks terrible', Sirius thought to himself. Sirius starred at Harry for a moment, before putting his hands on Harry's shoulders, and gently shaking him.

"Harry, can you hear me? Snap out of it Harry!"

Harry began to blink, as his eyes teared up and focused on Sirius. Tears slowly began to pour from his eyes, and Harry threw himself at Sirius wrapping his arms around Sirius's waist and burying his face in Sirius's chest. Harry began to sob uncontrollably. Sirius kept one hand tightly gripping Harry's shoulder and with the other he playfully ruffled Harry's hair.

"What's wrong kiddo? Why are you crying?" Harry looked up at Sirius with a tear stained face. His eyes were bloodshot and swollen and his glasses hung crookedly on his face.

"S-Sirius, if I couldn't do magic anymore...w-would you still want me?" Sirius looked at Harry shocked.

"Harry, what are you talking about?"

"Please Sirius", Harry cried," a-answer me. If I couldn't do magic w-would you still want me?" Sirius paused. Harry had an almost desperate look on his face awaiting Sirius's reply.

"Of course Harry. I love you so much. I will always want you." Harry plunged his face back into Sirius's chest and continued to sob.

Then he muttered into Sirius's chest," I'm a squib!" Sirius just sat there for a while holding Harry and trying to take in what he had just said.

Finally Sirius replied, " look Harry, I'm sure you can still do magic. You're probably just tired. You haven't fully recovered yet, that's all. Don't worry, ok kiddo?" There was no answer. "Harry?"

Sirius lifted Harry's head; he had cried himself to sleep. Sirius sighed.

'Poor kiddo. He's been through so much already. If he really can't do magic anymore...'

"...No, I won't think about that. It's not possible!" Sirius pocketed Harry's wand, then picked Harry up and carried him back to the hospital wing. He reached the hospital wing just as the students started getting up for the first day of classes. He gently placed Harry in the bed and ruffled his hair.

"Just sleep kiddo and don't worry everything will be fine. I have something to do, but I'll be back before you know it. I love you!" With that Sirius kissed Harry on the forehead and left the hospital wing.

Harry was only asleep for about an hour or so when he finally woke up. He looked over at the huge grandfather clock in the corner of the room.

"Oh no!" he exclaimed realizing what time it was, "I'm late for class and I don't have my wand, my books, or even my time card." Harry quickly hoped out of bed and suddenly remembered he was wearing his pajamas. He made his way quietly to the Gryffindor common room. The trip felt like forever because he had to move slowly, and his stomach was beginning to hurt again. He finally reached the portrait of the pink lady.

"Excuse me", Harry said. The pink lady looked up and starred at Harry for a moment.

" Nice of you to finally show up, but you're late. Everyone is already at their first class of the term."

"I know", Harry replied," I need to change into my robes and get my things, but I didn't get the password last night. Do you think you could let me in anyways?"

"Well I shouldn't...but I was told of your stay in the hospital wing last night...so...I guess...in you go, quickly now", she said as the portrait swung open.

"Thank you!"

Harry climbed inside and went up to the boys' dormitory. He found the room that said fifth year and entered. It only took a few minutes to change, he didn't know what his first class was so he didn't grab any books. He also couldn't find his wand, but decided to ask Sirius later. He was soon out of the common room and back in the halls.

'Now where am I going to find my time card?' Harry wondered,' Maybe Dumbledore has it.' He hurried off to Dumbledore's office. When he finally reached the gargoyle, he was shocked to find it open. Harry nervously went inside and up the spiraling staircase. When he got to the top he expected to see Dumbledore sitting there waiting for him, but to his surprise the only one there was Dumbldore's Phoenix, Fawkes. Fawkes starred intently at Harry, and then as if he could read Harry's mind, he flew over to Dumbledore's desk and picked up a small piece of parchment. Harry walked over to Fawkes and took it. At the top of the parchment it said Potter, Harry, and under it was his class schedule.

"Hey, thanks Fawkes!" He pet Fawkes on the head and left Dumbledore's office.

Once he was back out in the halls, he looked at the parchment again, "All right first class is...transfiguration." Harry decided to walk to class slowly hoping he wouldn't get there until class was over. He didn't have his wand anyways, so there wouldn't be much he could do. He was only one hall away now, when he heard a strange noise come from behind him.

He whirled around and there, only a few feet away from him, stood Filtch and at his feet, Misses Norris. Before Harry had a chance to do anything, Filtch was upon him.

He grabbed Harry roughly by the arm and said in a low scratchy voice," I've got you this time. You're not going to get away. All students are supposed to be in class. I think I'll punish you myself. Finally I'll get to use one of the old fashion methods again."

Filtch started dragging Harry towards the dungeons. Harry tried to pull loose, but he was still too weak and his wrists were burning.

"Stop, please, let go, your hurting me!" Harry yelled as his wrists suddenly began to bleed. Filtch ignored him though and continued to drag him down towards the dungeons. By the time they reached the dungeons there was a steady stream of blood seeping down Harry's arm. Filtch stopped at the very end of the dungeon's hallway in front of a large, old door. There were spider webs all over the door, as if it hadn't been touched in years. Filtch pulled out an old rusty key and unlocked the door. Just then there was a huge crash followed by the eerie laugh of Peeves the Poltergeist.

"That Peeves", Filtch bellowed," what has he done now?" Filtch threw Harry into the room. "I'll be back in a minute to deal with you." And with that Filtch slammed the door shut, locked it, and hobbled quickly away with Misses Norris at his heels.

Harry staggered to his feet. His stomach had begun to bleed again and there was a sharp pain in his scar. Harry looked around for a moment before a horrified expression spread across his face. The entire room was filled with all sorts of methods and contraptions of torture. The room itself smelled like death. Suddenly Harry's scar exploded with pain. He was getting dizzy and began swaying. Harry dropped to the ground and propped himself up against the door.

'Voldemort couldn't be here, there's no...' Something shimmery caught his eyes. He starred off into the shadows across the room. Somebody else was in the room with him. Then it appeared. From the shadows crept a small fat rat with a silver arm. It slowly began creeping toward Harry. Harry began banging frantically on the door.

"Somebody help, open the door, please, let me out", Harry shouted. He heard a pop come from behind him and whipped around to see Peter Pettigrew standing there with a knife.

"I'm sorry Potter, but today you die!" Peter raised the knife high above Harry's head.

The knife was about to plunge down when there came a strange clanging noise from behind Peter. They both froze. Peter turned around and stared into the shadows, but neither of them saw anything. Peter was sweating heavily as he turned back to Harry, convincing himself that it was just one of his fellow rats. He once again raised the knife, but this time there was a clanging noise coming from just outside the door.

A faint, "Alohamora", was heard and the door slowly began to creek open. Peter, panicking beyond belief, immediately transformed back into a rat and ran as fast as he could back into the shadows.

The door opened and standing there was none other then Snape.

"What in the name of Merlin are you doing down here, Potter? I know for a fact that you are still supposed to be in the hospital wing."

"I...I..." Snape noticed that Harry was bleeding again.

"Here Potter, I'll take you back to the hospital wing", Snape said as he picked Harry up.

"But...but...Peter...he...was..."but Harry didn't finish as he passed out. Snape was completely confused.

'Why would he be talking about Peter? How did he get down here? Why was he locked in the torture room? Why was he out of bed in the first place?'

As Snape was carrying Harry back to the hospital wing the other students were rushing around the halls to get to their next class. Everyone stopped to stare as Snape walked by with a strange bloody bundle. He shielded Harry's face so the other students wouldn't panic. Anyways he didn't want Harry to get any more attention. If the other students knew, Harry would have a mile long line of well-wishers bringing cards, and flowers, and candy, and anything else they could conjure up. Not to mention they'd probably blame him, still little did Snape know that Neville had seen clearly who it was.