Howdy folks! Well chapter seven was a little mysterious wasn't it? (Cue ominous and creepy music) What is it that Malfoy's planning? Sorry guys, I'm afraid I can't tell you that, BUT! You can read on and eventually find out because yes its finally here! The one, the only, chapter 8! Yay!

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Harry watched the receding backs of Malfoy and the stranger as they headed away in the direction of Knockturn Alley. He could hardly believe what he'd just heard. They had to have been talking about Sirius and from the sounds of it Malfoy had just recently become a Death Eater too. He felt a surge of anger at both Malfoy and the man in brown, if they had been talking about Sirius then there was no doubt that if he was alive,then he was most likely in the hands of the Death Eaters or worse, Voldermort himself.

Someone poked Harry on the shoulder, it was Hermione, she had a worried look on her face, telling him that she too had figured out who Malfoy had been talking about.

"I think we should go back to the Leaky Cauldron now." She said, her voice faint.

"Alright." Harry answered. He was surprised at how calm his voice sounded when his insides were squirming with panic and anger at the thought of Sirius alive and potentially in the hands of the enemy.

They wound their way through Diagon Alley and back to the inn. On the way there, Harry noticed that Fred and George were hanging back from the rest of the group, whispering to themselves. This made him uneasy. Harry worried they might be planning something as they were walking along, and everyone always told him not to do anything rash!

When they reached the inn Mrs. Weasley and Attica were not back yet so the six of them took a seat in the corner of the common room and held a sort of whispered council.

"So." Said Fred. "Did anybody else pick up on who Malfoy was talking about?"

"I've got a pretty good idea." Ron said, his face grim.

"What should we do?" Ginny asked, she looked upset and Harry couldn't blame her he was still in shock too.

"We'll tell Mrs. Weasley and Professor Arias as soon as they get back." Hermione said. "They'll be able to tell the rest of the Order and Professor Dumbledore as well."

Harry's mind was blank at the moment and he was finding it incredibly hard to think straight.

"Well, I think we can establish that Sirius is alive." George whispered to no one in particular. "I mean you all heard it. Malfoy said something about him having no memory after having 'fell through'. Who else could it be?" As he finished Mrs. Weasley and Attica entered the Leaky Cauldron laden down with shopping bags.

"You're already here, wonderful! Oh, hello Fred and George, I didn't you'd be joining us!" Mrs. Weasley said upon seeing them all seated at the corner table. "I was planning on visiting the two of you after lunch anyway…" She trailed off having just noticed the looks on their faces. "What is it? What happened?" She asked worriedly.

"Mum…" Ginny said and Harry saw that she looked rather frightened. "Sirius is alive!" Mrs. Weasley gasped and Attica looked around their table to make sure no one was listening in on the conversation.

"We saw Draco Malfoy outside Florene Fotescue's ice cream parlor." Explained Hermione in a hurried whisper. "He was talking to a man in shabby brown robes. He said that the Death Eaters had found someone in Wales that had no memory. And now they're keeping him prisoner."

"How are sure he was speaking of Sirius?" Attica asked. Harry noticed the strained look on her face and wondered if anyone else knew about her relationship with Sirius. Hermione answered her question instantly.

"Because Professor, he spoke of how he's lost his memory since he 'fell through'. We always assumed Sirius was dead when he fell through the veil. Who could Malfoy have been talking about?" Hermione sounded convincing and Harry knew that everything she said was true.

"Hermione I need you to tell me everything that you heard between Malfoy and the other man." Attica said, her voice tight. Hermione recited the whole conversation from memory and when she finished a grim silence gripped the table. Harry knew that everyone was thinking the same as he was. They had to find a way to get Sirius back.

"Molly," Attica said turning to Mrs. Weasley. "I must go report this to Dumbledore. He might have a solution to the problem." Mrs. Wealsey looked at her quizzically but nodded in agreement.

"I'll send a notice to all the members when we return to Grimmauld Place." Mrs. Weasley said. "Everyone will need to know about this. We're not going to eat here." She said turning to the rest. "We're leaving now, you can eat when we get back. Fred, George are you coming with us?"

"Yeah Mum. We'll hang around awhile, see what we can do to help." George answered with Fred nodding in agreement.

"Good. Attica will you be returning this evening." Mrs. Weasley said turning back to her.

"Yes. I will see you and Arthur tonight." And with that she disapparated with a small pop.

Once back at Grimmauld Place, Mrs. Weasley gave them all their school supplies that she had got while they had been in Fred and George's shop.

Harry took his books up to his room, strange feelings plaguing his mind all the way up the stairs. Yesterday he would have given anything to know for sure that Sirius was still alive, but now, now that he knew…. There was no doubt that he was overjoyed at his Godfather still being alive but a heavy weight settled in his stomach at the thought of Sirius alive but in the hands of the Death Eaters. Even as Harry was sitting in his room, Sirius was possibly being tortured, starved or anything of the sort. He shuddered at the thought. It had been what motivated Harry the previous school to go to the Ministry of Magic, it had been the illusion created by Voldermort of Sirius being tortured. It had been Harry's foolery that had killed him in the first place. But then again, he wasn't really dead. He turned to close the door not wanting anyone to see the silent tears slipping down his cheeks.