Well, I hope everyone enjoyed chapter five. I think this one is going to be just a little bit longer for those of you who think my chapters are too short. Oh and before I forget, I would like to dedicate this chapter to my good friend Midnight'sGone because she positively loves Professor McGonagall who is in this chapter. (I had to say that, she would have hurt me if I didn't!)

Look at this you guys have got me monologing! Here's chapter six! Enjoy!

(you'd have to be stupid to think that I own Harry Potter!)

The next morning Harry woke up early breathing hard, he had just experienced another nightmare about Sirius. Sitting up in bed he drew his knees up to his chest and leaned back against the head board, the images of the dream slowly fading from his mind. He looked over at Ron who was snoring loudlyin the bed across the room. Harry would have given anything at that moment to be sleeping as soundly as Ron was, but now that he was awake his mind was whirling with thoughts of all that he had learned since his return to Grimmauld Place.

Sirius had been engaged, and to Attica Arias! How was it that everyone had failed to mention that detail to him? Harry was feeling that sense of helpless frustration that had plagued him last summer. He was angry at the fact that no one seemed to deem it necessary that he know these things about his Godfather, the closest thing to a real father he'd ever had.

There was a bang on the door jerking him out of his reverie. Ron gave a loud grunt and pulled his pillow over his head. Harry got up and upon opening the door, Hermione bounded in grinning from ear to ear.

"What are you so happy about?" Harry asked, still feeling upset.

"OWLs." She simply stated.

"I don't see any owls, Hermione." Ron said stupidly having poked his head out from under his pillow, his voice was still fuzzy with sleep.

Not owls Ron, OWLs! Our exams from this past school year!" Harry was expecting her to finish the sentence with 'duh!' but she kept on talking without a moments hesitation. "I was talking to professor McGonagall downstairs in the kitchen, she brought our results with her last night." Hermione was so excited that Harry was afraid she might hurt herself.

"So what did you get?" He asked, afraid she would burst.

"I don't know yet." She answered anxiously.

"Then why are you dancing in our room like you're being attacked by pixies or something?" Hermione glared at Ron not unlike their transfiguration teacher.

"For your information Ronald, Professor McGonagall wouldn't give me my results until you two were downstairs to receive yours also." Her tone was cold. Ron looked slightly put out, but Harry knew that you shouldn't get in the way of Hermione Granger when it came to exam results.

Ron grumbled about being up at the crack of dawn while he disentangled himself from the bed covers where he then proceeded to stretch causing Hermione to dance nervously from toe to toe. Finally Ron having stretched for an extended amount of time that Hermione pointed out scathingly, they headed down to the kitchen. The three of them were walking slowly, trying to be quiet on the stairs for some people, 'decent people' as Ron put it, were still asleep.

Minerva McGonagall, their transfiguration teacher, Deputy Headmistress of Hogwarts and head of Gryffindor House, was sitting at the end of the table talking idly to Mrs. Weasley who was bustling around the kitchen preparing to make breakfast. Hermione practically ran over to seat herself across the table from professor McGonagall, followed much more slowly by Harry and Ron.

"Its nice to see you all up at a decent hour." Said Mrs. Weasley by way of morning greeting.

"Nothin' decent about it." Mumbled Ron under his breath causing Hermione to clear her throat loudly.

"Well," Began Professor McGonagall. "Now that all three of you are up, I can give you the results of your OWL examinations. When you have carefully reviewed them we can then began talking about the career which you picked last school year. We'll also discuss which NEWT classes you'll begin taking this year." She said this last sentence rather ominously and Harry felt a heavy weight drop in his stomach. What if he didn't get any OWLs? What if he couldn't be an auror?

Professor McGonagall then handed them a tan colored envelope each. Harry stared at his, rather reluctant to open it. He looked up at Professor McGonagall and she nodded reassuringly. Feeling he should go ahead and get it over with, he tore open the envelope and unfolded the parchment inside.

Ordinary Wizarding Level: Results for Mr. Harry Potter

Astronomy : Acceptable

Care of Magical Creatures : Outstanding (OWL)

Charms : Outstanding (OWL)

Defense Against the Dark Arts : Outstanding (OWL)

Divinination: Poor

Herbology : Acceptable

History of Magic : Poor

Potions : Outstanding (OWL)

Transfiguration : Outstanding (OWL)

Harry gasped, he had received five OWLs, and he'd received an OWL in Potions, meaning he had all the required classes to become an auror. He looked upand saw Professor McGonagall smiling at him and Harry felt a little bubble of happiness swell in his chest.

"What did you get Harry?" Hermione asked in his ear and he jumped, he hadn't seen her get up from the table. Feeling quite proud of himself he handed her his exam results for her perusal. "Wow Harry, you managed an OWL in Potions? That's wonderful!" Hermione looked impressed and Harry grinned for the first time in the past few weeks.

"Do I need to look at your results Hermione or would it be safe to guess you got all OWLs?" Ron asked sarcastically, but his sarcasm was lost on Hermione.

"I received OWLs in all my classes!" She squeaked excitedly as she turned to Ron who then proceeded to roll his eyes. "How many did you get Ron?" She asked leaning over his shoulder to view his parchment.

"I got five OWLs." He said still squinting at the paper. "I managed an acceptable in potions. HA! A lot better than I expected. I bet Snape's eating his socks or something, we all got good grades on his exam!" He said happily.

Mrs. Weasley had bustled over to peer over Ron's shoulder while he was talking. Upon looking at Ron's results she screamed loudly and very nearly strangled Ron with a rib breaking hug.

"Five OWLs! I always knew you'd get more than the twins. Oh Ron this is wonderful. Five OWLs!." She moved back to the stove and began frying sausages, in a matter of minutes she had laid out a feast of a breakfast. They were all eating happily when the doorbell rang. Mrs. Weasley looked at Professor McGonagall in alarm.

"You haven't been expecting anyone have you Molly?" Professor McGonagall asked.

"No." She answered simple, pulling her wand from her apron. Her and Professor McGonagall left the kitchen and the door swung shut behind them.

"Who do you think it is?" Harry asked Ron and Hermione.

"I don't know, there haven't been too many memebers of theOrdercome by this summer like they all did last year." Answered Ron. "Maybe we could listen." He moved towards the door and Harry and Hermione followed without hesitation.

The three of them put their ears to the door. It was hard to distinguish the different voices coming from the hall as they were all muffled. Apparently they were whispering too.

"Who told you Mundungus?" That was Professor McGonagall.

"I told you, a very reliable source." And there was the slurred tones of Mundungus. Harry could also make outsmall impatient noises from Mrs. Weasley. She didn't like Mundungus too much. Then there was another voice, Harry thought it might have been Attica's.

"What's all the noise?" She asked. They could hear her moving down the stairs.

"Good mornin' Miss. Arias." Mundungus said loudly and Mrs. Weasley shushed him. She probably thought that Harry, Ron and Hermione were listening. Well, she's right, Harry thought to himself with a smile.

"Mundungus was just telling ussomething that apparently came from a 'reliable' source." Mrs. Weasley said, with some mockery in her voice.

"Go on Mundungus." Professor McGonagall said after the hall had fallen silent.

"Well, its like I said before, I was just informed by a reliable source that Lucius Malfoy and several other Death Eaters have just escaped from Azkaban abou' and hour ago. I thought it would be best that you knew abou' it before finding out in the Daily Prophet or something. Would you like me to tell Dumbledore?"

"No Mundungus. I'll tell him." Professor McGonagall said.

"What of the guards?" Attica asked Mundungus.

"Wha- Oh the Dementors, they didn't seem to be too put out abou' it. Not like it was when Sirius got out ya know? If I had to guess I'd say someone had told them to let those Death Eaters out. Things are changin' now." He finished.

"Indeed." Attica said grimly.

There was a long silence in the hall and Harry could hear someone shuffling their feet. After another minutes silence Professor McGonagall finally spoke up.

"I must go and inform Albus."

"Most likely he already knows." Attica said. "After all he'd predicted the betrayal of the Dementors since the beginning. It was only a matter of time Minerva."

"True, if we hadn't had to deal with the foolery of Cornelius Fudge we wouldn't be dealing with this right now." McGonagall sighed heavily. "Never the less, I must go inform Dumbledore."

Harry could hear the sound of moving feet and dived back towards the table, closely followed by Ron and Hermione. They had only just gotten settled into their seats when the kitchen door swung open, emitting Professor McGonagall, Mrs. Weasley, Attica, and Mundungus whose face lit up upon sighting the breakfast laden table. He shuffled over and began topping a plate with bacon.

"Mornin' Dung." Ron said through a mouthful of toast which he had shoved rather unceremoniously into his mouth when the adults had walked into the kitchen.

"Mornin'" He answered, his voice was just as muffled as Ron's through his bacon. Hermione rolled her eyes at their table manners.

"We were just celebrating the OWL results before you came Mundungus." Mrs. Weasley said, looking disapprovingly at the way Mundungus was shoving bacon in his mouth.

"Owls?" He asked confusedly causing Ron to snort.

"You'd forgotten what they were too." Hermione hissed at Ron.

"Fifth year wizarding exams." Attica answered his question, looking interestedly at the three pieces of parchment on the table.

"Oh yeah. I'd forgotten those." He gave a small laugh, spraying bits of bacon on the table. "Mine prolly weren't worth rememberin'!"

"Indeed." Mrs. Weasley said quietly to herself. Just then Ginny walked into the kitchen, her red hair disheveled and tousled.

"Why was everyone making so much noise?" She asked seating herself next to Harry.

"We were just celebrating everyone's OWL results." Mrs. Weasley said for the second time, turning back to the stove. Ginny leaned over and whispered in Harry's ear.

"What do you think about the dememtors?" Harry looked at her questioningly and she pulled a flesh colored string out her nightshirt pocket. Ginny had heard the whole conversation on an Extendable Ear.

"Well, its not that surprising." Harry whispered back. "We were kind of expecting it weren't we?" She nodded, turning her attention to the toast in front of her.

Even though the betrayal of the dementors wasn't surprising to him, it was still frightening to think that Azkaban was as open as a doorway for anyone inside to just walk out of. What would happen when Voldermort actually ordered the dementorsto start attacking people? Harry shuddered at the thought. He agreed with Mundungus, things were indeed changing.