Harry stood in silence; the man was still looking out of the window.

"Who are you?" questioned Harry again. After minutes of silence Harry spoke again, this time choosing his words carefully. " How long have you been here?"

"Days." Answered the man still looking out the window.

" Why can't….er….won't…….why don't you tell me your name?"

"My name is not important." The man turned to Harry.

"Sir, why are you…er….here?"

"Why anyone would be here."

"I, I, don't understand what you are saying."

"I am here to get you. I'm your protection." When the man finished speaking he smiled and looked at Harry directly in the eye. His eyes burned into him. Harry blinked.

"Sir, er….if you are here to get me, er….why are we not going anywhere?"

" Trust Harry, you don't trust me, you need to trust me before we can go." The man smirked. This made Harry uncomfortable and he walked to his bed.

" I need to know your name if I will ever trust you." Said Harry, he was getting annoyed at this man; if he wouldn't tell Harry anything he wouldn't budge.

The man stood there in silence once again. Suddenly Harry heard a loud pop, and the man had vanished. Who was he? Why was he here to get him? Was he a Death Eater? Harry looked at the walls of his room, still decorated in Gryffindor colors. Harry was confused.

Why was this man sent to get him? What had he done? He was almost of age. Why did Harry feel he knew him? That mans eyes were cold, they looked dead. His face was always in shadow. His thoughts wandered to Dumbledor. Was this Dumbledors idea? Protection?

Harry screamed. He fell onto his bed and began to cry. Silent tears poured down his face. Anger fell over him. The tears he had cried quickly dried. Harry grabbed his head and threw himself onto the floor. As soon as he realized what he was doing he got up, and looked at his wall, so colorful, so happy.

He ran towards it and began ripping all his posters and pictures off the walls. Hedwig gave a loud hoot, and Harry realized that he should let her out. He walked over to the cage still angry. Opening the cage he started cursing under his breath. Hedwigs claws dug deep into his skin as she flew off his arm.

He looked at the wall that had once been so full of color. He took the crumpled pictures on the floor and threw them in the trashcan. On his way to his bed he kicked his closet, he kicked his trunk, he kicked the wall. The only thing that could rid him of all these emotions was sleep.

Hermione

'Vacation, at last' she thought. As she exited the Hogwarts express.

"So Hermione, baby. How was school?" asked her mother, who obviously didn't know about Dumbledors death.

"Well, it was good, until…" Hermione stopped she could barely say it.

"Yes?" Question her father.

"The headmaster died." Hermione said very quietly, as though she was hoping her parents wouldn't hear it.

"WHAT?" Her parents yelled at the same time, looking at her. Hermione didn't want to talk, she just gestured to the doors at the end of the station.

When they got in the car conversation was scarce. Every once in a while someone would say something along the lines of, " Nice day." Or "Damn pedestrians."

The very second Hermione got home, she went to her room and put all her school things in the corner. She lay on her bed. She heard a small knock on the door.

"Come in." she called.

"Miss. Granger."

Hermione looked up and it was, no, it couldn't be.

"What do you want?" Hermione retorted.

"I didn't know when you would be home. I apparaited from Dumbledors funeral." Came her voice.

"Amazing," Hermione replied, rolling her eyes, and turning to face the other side of the room, "Did my parents let you in?"

"No."

"So you apparaited in here?"

"Yes."

"How rude." Said Hermione gesturing towards the door she couldn't stand this toad being in her room.

"Not rude, just very dangerous."

"Leave." whispered Hermione, now growing more and more annoyed.

"I have come here to tell you about that boy, Potter."

"What could you say?" Hermione felt as though she would explode.

"Nothing, well, I am convinced, that I can't tell you anything. I shall tell the minister."

" You weren't fired when Fudge got sacked?" Questioned Hermione,

"No, you silly girl." And she giggled that sweet girlish laugh.

"I will be gone now, thank you Miss. Granger."

"My pleasure." Commented Hermione in a falsely sweet voice.

The lady left, leaving Hermione in her room. Was that really why she came? OH, she has nerve. Coming into my house. That's against laws. That evil little cockroach. Should I write Harry or Ron? Well, what would I say? If I ever see her again……

"Hermione, who were you talking to?" her dad came into her room.

"Dolores Umbridge." Hermione responded.

Hermione decided against her judgment and took up a quill and ink and began to write a letter to Ron. When she was finished she looked at her letter. After reading about one sentence she tore it into eighths.

Two weeks passed before anything happened to Hermione. It was near midnight, she had been awake reading a strange muggle book. Out of the corner of her eye she saw something move in her room. It was dark, the only light was her wand alight on her bed.

"Hello?" called Hermione, she was frightened.

"Hello." Called a soothing voice.

"Show yourself!" Commanded Hermione.

"Of course." The stranger stepped into the light it was non other than….

"Sirius?"

"Hello." And Sirius stepped into the light.

"But you, you are….you are," Hermione struggled to say this, " Dead."

"Do I look dead?" Said Sirius raising his arms up in the air and turning around.

"But, where did you go. After you went, went through-"

"Through the veil?" Hermione nodded, " When I fell through, I was in nothing, meaning to say, I was in limbo."

"So, so, you are back?"

"It appears so." Said Sirius, he laughed. This laugh was not the friendly one Hermione remembered.

"Get out." Whispered Hermione.

"What?"

"Get out." She said a little more loudly.

"Sorry?"

"GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!" she screamed. She could hear her parents running along the hall to see why she was having a screaming fit.

-POP-

"What's happened sweetie?" Her mother asked in an Umbridge like tone.

"Nothing."

"That didn't sound like nothing." Her dad laughed throwing his head back.

"Please be sensible dear."

"Right, right. That didn't sound like nothing." Her father said trying to suppress his laughter.

Hermione crawled under her sheets. "I just want to go back to bed."

Her parents left the room, and Hermione looked up, on the ceiling there was a body, a dead body. It looked as though it was duck taped to the ceiling. She immediately recognized the body, it was Sirius.