A/N – Hi! Wow, I'm up to chapter nine! How cool is that? I would like to thank the academy….whoa! wait a second! Hem …. Okay, I would like to thank everyone who has reviewed this story! I love you all!

I have yet to come up with an idea for Harry Potter and the Price of Love – but I have a scene in my note book. I wrote it on a fly last night before an acting club that I am going too…so…..yeah!

The Cold Room

"Wait! Are you saying that Sirius Black was in our dorm room?"

"Shhhhh! I don't want everyone in the whole school knowing!"

'He's right Ron, and besides, Harry has all ready told Professor Lupin," Hermione pointed out. The trio were on their way from the hall to Care of Magical Creatures, which they had first thing that Monday morning.

"What did he say?" Ron asked.

"He said that he had to tell the other Professor's, but the more the better, right?"

"Right, but why do you suppose that Black was in our dorm?"

"He was looking for a rat," Harry said.

"Well, no problems there, Hermione's cat ate him!"

"Ronald! Crookshanks did not eat Scabbers!" Hermione glared.

"Look guy's – I don't know what is up with Black, but, I do know that if you two start fighting you won't talk to each other for weeks!" Harry rolled his eyes.

"I suppose so," Ron said.

"And for you're information, I saw you're rat in the common room – I gave Scabbers to Seamus who was supposed to return him to you," Hermione sniffed.

"Why didn't you say so?"

"You were busy!"

"All right, so after class, Ron you can go ask Seamus where he put Scabbers," Harry said.

"Right – er – thanks Hermione," Ron muttered, turning red all of a sudden.

"No problems,"

By the time the short fight was over – the trio were standing in front of Hagrid's hut along with others of the class; everyone was excited to learn what creature they would get to interact with today. It was then that Hagrid came out of the house with Fang, and a huge black dog following him.

"Hey! Hagrid has a new dog! Wonder where he got it from!" Ron said to Harry. Harry on the other hand, had a feeling that he had sent he dog someplace before. He just couldn't place where.

"Today, I 'ave a surprise for ya," Hagrid beamed.

"You're finally being replaced!" Malfoy yelled out, the Slytherins snickered.

"No, Malfoy; Now! Everyone follow me!" Hagrid said. The class took a short hike to the padocks that were located no more than a couple of meters from Hagrid's hut.

"This 'ere is a Hippogriff – his name is Buckbeak – and 'e is a proud creature; so, ya don't wanna anger 'im!" Professor Hagrid explained.

"He looks like an eagle on acid!" someone (most likely Malfoy) yelled out.

"Who would like to come up 'ere and pet 'im?" Hagrid asked, as one, the students took one step back.

"Ah, Malfoy, come on up 'ere lad!" Hagrid called. Malfoy glared at everyone behind him, but with no choice in the matter, he entered the paddock. Harry looked at Ron, who smirked. They both knew that Malfoy wasn't listening to Hagrid.

"Now, all ye do is ye bow, if Buckbeak bows back, than ye can touch 'im," Hagrid says.

"Like I'm going to bow to an over-grown stuffed bird!" Malfoy glared. Before anyone could blink, Buckbeak had reared up on his back legs and started punching the air with his front legs. Malfoy, who was surprised at this sudden movement, toppled to the ground. He crawled away from the huge creature who was calling out angrily. Hagrid pacified Buckbeak with some meat before rounding on Draco Malfoy.

"What the bloody hell do ye think ye doing? Didn't ye listend ta anything I said!" Hagrid fumed.

"I – I –"

"Ye what? Naw, never mind, ten points from Slytherin – now git out!"

Malfoy didn't stop running, he ran straight up to the castle – not even bothering to look back. Harry, Ron and Hermione watched him go.

"Squirmy little bugger, isn't he?" Ron said.

"Served him right; if he had bothered to read the chapter that Hagrid set us last week, he would have learned that Hippogriff's are so proud that they don't take kindly to insults, that's why Buckbeak reared up like that," Hermione said.

"Right ye are, Hermione," Hagrid beamed at her, then awarded Gryffindor five points.

"Who would like to try?"

This time, Harry entered the paddock – he knew he could do better then Malfoy.

"Blimey! Harry that was wicked!" Ron said. The class of Slytherins and Gryffindor's entered the castles for luncheon after the COMC class was over. Everyone thought that the class was wonderful! The Gryffindor's favorite part was when Malfoy took off like a bunny rabbit being chased by a werewolf.

"Wish I had a picture of Malfoy! That was fun to watch," Harry smiled.

"What was?" Professor Lupin met them at the entrance of the great hall.

"Malfoy got scared when Buckbeak got mad for the insults," Harry said.

"Professor Hagrid told him to get out of the paddock—"

"—But he took father than that, he ran up to the castle," Harry finished.

"He probably din't bother doing the homework for the class," Hermione said.

"I see, I wondered why he holed himself up in Professor Snape's office," Lupin shook his head.

"I got to ride Buckbeak," Harry said.

"Brilliant! I never did get the chance to go to near Hippogriff's in general,"

"Why's that?" Ron asked and then "OH! Hermione!" while clutching his foot.

"You shouldn't ask such questions of Professor's," Hermione scolded.

"It's all right, I'm sure you three know anyway," Lupin said before he was off to the teachers table.

"What did he mean by that?" Ron asked.

"I forgot, you weren't there," Harry started.

"What is this all about?"

"Not here, Ron, later," Hermione said. The subject was then dropped in honor of Quidditch. The first game was Gryffindor against Ravenclaw.

"This is going to be brilliant! I'm sure you'll win the game!" Ron said.

"How would you know? Looking at tea leaves again, have you?" Hermione asked.

"Yes, in fact I looked this morning," Ron replied.

"Ron, she was making a joke," Harry snickered.

"Oh – Oop's," Ron colored from his neck up.

"It's all right, Ron," Hermione sighed. They served up the liver casserole onto their plates and buttered up some bread.

"So, I was thinking that we need to get our homework done tonight," Hermione started.

"We should start right after dinner,"

"I can't – well, not right after dinner at least," Harry replied.

"What are you up too?" Ron asked while stuffing his face.

"I've got to meet Professor Lupin tonight, he's going to show me how I can deflect Dementor's," Harry replied.

"Cool! Once you learn it you have to teach us!"

"I've read about that charm someplace…can't remember where at the moment," Hermione said thoughtfully.

"I think it's kind of hard magic, but Lupin said he'd help me,"

"Professor Lupin is most certainly the most qualified teacher we've had,"

"Not to mention he cool!"

"Let's stop gushing! We've done that ever since first day!" Hermione laughed.

"Well, if our praise can make him look better, than what's the problem?" Ron asked.

"It's from the full moon, it happens again next week," Hermione had lowered her voice.

"Go figure he looks tired all the time, I hope he's all right," Harry said.

"He would have told you that you're lesson was canceled if he was too sick to do it," Hermione said.

"Yeah, you're probably right," Harry conceded.

"I suggest that you let him know that if feels too bad tonight, that you wouldn't mind changing the date, you've waited this long all ready, it won't be much trouble if you waited a bit more,"

"Maybe – we'll see what happens tonight," Harry said. The three finished their meal while talking about the up coming Quidditch game and what moves Harry could do or needed to learn.

"Harry? Harry, please wake up?"

Harry heard a disembodied voice pleas with him to come back from the comfortable darkness that he had succumbed too. Though he could hardly remember why he was in the darkness. At last, he groaned and decided that the voice would leave him along if he woke up.

"Are you all right?" Professor Lupin asked.

"I –guess so…" Harry groaned again as he sat up.

"Well, you certainly made some progress tonight, and it's just the first lesson,' Lupin smiled.

"Really?" Harry asked, Lupin handed him some chocolate.

"Of course, not many people can even make the white vapor come when they first try. Like I said before, not many wizards can do this bit," Lupin sat down beside Harry.

"Could my Dad do it?" Harry asked.

"Oh, you're Dad could do a lot of thing, he liked playing pranks the best though. Once, he pranked the dorm…my hair turned blue, Sirius' skin turned yellow and Peter had a magical wedgie for most of the day," Lupin chuckled.

"What else did my Dad do?" Harry asked.

"Well, you know that I'm a werewolf…so…once, Sirius told Professor Snape where I went every full moon, well as you can imagine, Snape was so interested in finding out my secret that he snuck out late on a full moon night and found my hiding place. Well, since I was a werewolf at that time, I went after him, you're Dad saved Professor Snape and that was when Professor Snape really began to hate you're father,"

"I think that Professor Snape owed Dad a life debt, he wasn't able to repay it so in first year he tried to save me from a fall at a Quidditch game," Harry said.

"What happened?" Lupin asked.

"Well, it was actually Quarrel who was jinxing me during the game and Professor Snape was trying to shield me, then Hermione set fire to Snape's robes and the game went on, the interruption not only got Snape distracted but Quarrel as well," Harry explained.

"I suppose you won?"

"Yes,"

"James loved Quidditch, he was Keeper while Sirius was Beater…"

"I've heard of a Sirius Black, are you talking about the same person who escape wizard prison?" Harry asked.

"Yes, you see – he didn't betray you're parents…"

"What are you on about?" Harry asked.

"This isn't the time – I suggest that some research would help you out a bit," Lupin stood.

"Let us continue this lesson next Wednesday, that's plenty of time after the full moon and I don't think that I'll feel too sick then," Lupin sighed.

"All right, Professor," Harry said, he gathered his book bag and headed for the door. Lupin watched him go, but was surprised when Harry turned back to him.

"Did they…?" the question hung in the air and Lupin knew what Harry was asking.

"Yes, they loved you very much,"

A/N – Well, there you go, another chapter! Sooner or later there will be a Quidditch game if I can write it. I find that sort of weird to write and I don't know how to do it. If anyone wants to help me out, I'd be happy!

Thank you!

Ta,

Poppy