first off I really don't care if my grammer's bad, I know a lot of people have commented on that but it's just a story not a(n) English paper.

Snape was unwilling to contact Harry for a while; he wanted to be sure Harry though he had given up. Severus sat down in his recliner and pulled a book towards him and began to write pausing every now and then to think thoroughly through his thoughts.

"Severus," Wormtail said, walking into the room shaking.

"What do you want Wormtail?" Severus asked not bothering to look at him.

"It-it's just-" he faltered.

"Well out with it, undoubtly you thought it is important that I hear what you have to say, although I am thinking other wise." Severus said icily.

"It's just Harry Potter-"

"Harry Potter is none of your concern, Wormtail. He is the dark lord's first concern, you obviously don't understand that."

"It's…I just…"

"Enough with your babble, go make yourself useful, clean the kitchen. I daresay it's starting to look filthy." Severus said, his lip curled as he heard Wormtail protesting all the way to the kitchen.

Harry woke with a start, something was ringing over and over, what was it? The DOORBELL!

"HARRY!" He heard a voice like Hermione's call from the front door, "Oh Harry do let us in." Harry jumped and fell off his chair and then scrambled to answer the door.

"Sorry Hermione," Harry said rubbing his head, it hurt after hitting the floor. "I only just woke up."

"Ron and I figured as much." Hermione said, Ron laughed.

"Where did you fall asleep at?" He said trying very hard to stifle a laugh.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked puzzled.

"Harry you're covered in ink and it looks as though you fell asleep writing." Hermione said. Harry looked back at his reflection in the hall mirror and gasped, he had ink all over his face it formed backwards words, and the front of his robes weren't too ink free either.

"evanesce," he said pointing at his face and then robes.

"Still think it's wild that we can use magic out side of school," Ron said smiling at Harry.

"I agree," Harry said looking around, "Do you want to come in?" He asked only just aware that they were still standing outside.

"Yes," Ron chortled. They went into the living room and sat down in three very comfy chintz arm chairs.

"Have you been planning lessons?" Hermione asked.

"Yes," Harry replied, "It's really not that bad. It is hard though."

"What do you mean it's hard?" Ron said

"Well I've got to plan different things out for each year, first years can't be learning the same things as seventh years now can they?"

"Harry," Ron said, "I've just had the most brilliant idea, what you do is make sure not to give Hermione and me homework," Harry smiled, Hermione threw Ron a disgusted look, "Oh alright then just don't give me any homework."

"And what will you do if I load it on just for you?" Harry asked with a grin.

"I'm taller then you Potter," Ron said, "I'm pretty sure I could throw you out a window." Harry laughed.

"Oh yeah? Well I'm a teacher now so I could easily give you a detention."

"I would like to see you try." Ron said. Harry laughed.

"So why are you here so early?" Harry asked.

"Well there's sort of been an accident." Hermione said looking seriously. Harry's smile left his face.

"What happened?" Harry asked looking between the two of them.

"It's Hagrid, Harry," Ron said.

"What's happened to Hagrid?" Harry could feel his throat tighten.

"He's was missing." Hermione said.

"You said was so he's not anymore?" Harry asked.

"Well no he's no missing anymore." Hermione said she looked at Ron.

"Well you see we only just heard yesterday," Ron said. "from mum. She sort of let it slip."

"Let what slip? What happened to Hagrid?" Harry asked hoping that nothing had happened.

"Well he's in St. Muggo's," Hermione said.

"What's wrong with him?"

"Well," Ron said, "he's covered in cuts and bruises, it wasn't from Gwap, Mum and Dad suspect that it was a bunch of death eaters."

"But" said Harry licking his lips, "But he's okay right? He's not…" Harry couldn't bring himself to say dead, so many deaths had happened that he didn't want to hear about anymore.

"No," Said Hermione quickly, "he's sort of not in his right mind." There was silence that filled the room seeping into every corner it was becoming nerve wrecking.

"I want to go see him." Harry said.

"You can't," Ron and Hermione said together.

"And why not? Why can't I see my friend?" Harry asked anger rising.

"Because Harry he's being violent." Hermione said softly.

"Violent?" Harry scoffed, "Hagrid's not-"

"We know mate," Ron said, "But we heard Mum and Dad telling Lupin that he threw one of the nurses out of his room, she's been unconscious ever since, and that was about a week ago."

"Why didn't anyone tell me?" Harry asked enraged that this had been kept from him, he would go and visit Hagrid and he wouldn't get thrown from his room.

"Well no one wanted you to know actually," Ron said.

"And why is that?" Harry asked irritably.

" Well because every one thought that you would try to visit him immediately," Hermione said, "And no one wanted you going to see Hagrid and getting hurt, and if Hagrid did hurt you he would feel just awful about it."

"Let's talk about something else," Ron muttered.