A/N – I'm not sure how much of Remus you'll see in this chapter, but hopefully it's enough!

The Cold Room

Part 2 – Chapter 11

It had started to rain just that morning, which was quite unusual for October, but no one really cared. Over the last part of the week before the big game (against Ravenclaw) Harry and his team mates had practiced as much as they could between classes and Harry's Dementor Lesson's with Professor Lupin. He had yet to achieve the effect against the bogart-dementor, but Professor Lupin was sure that Harry would get it sooner or later; after all, both of his parents had been top of their classes at Hogwarts and James had an affinity of learning difficult spells.

Currently, Harry, Ron and Hermione resided in the common room late at night just two days before the big Quidditch Game. Hermione held a tea cup with her sleeping drought in it and Harry was looking at her as if she had grown two heads and had fangs!

"Harry! It won't hurt you! I tried it out last night, got the best sleep ever!" she argued.

"Will I be up in time for breakfast? I can't get a detention from Snape!"

"Yes, Ron will wake you up and he'll give you a restorative potion, I nicked it from Pomfrey," Hermione replied.

"Please? I'll make sure that you don't over sleep," Ron looked worried over his friends sleeping condition.

"I can go off it at any time, right?"

"Like I said before, the base is bats wing, it isn't addictive at all," Hermione said.

"All right," Harry agreed.

"Better get ready for bed first, I took it before I had time to change and slept in my school robes," Hermione said as she gathered up her books.

"Thanks," Harry smiled at her.

"You're welcome, sleep well," she bid them good night before she made for the girls dorm.

Ron and Harry also went up to their own dorm room. They both got ready for bed and Harry took the potion. It felt as if it were just a few moments – the blackness that overcame him was comfortable, not fiendish as it had been before, and Harry opened his eyes to the dawn of the morning.

He smiled, he felt better now, he felt rested and he felt as if he could take on anything the day gave him; even if it was Snape snipping at his bad potions skills. He stretched and then sat up in bed – the others were asleep, but Harry didn't feel like sleeping. He went and took a shower; he loved taking showers! At the Dursley's he had to take cold showers, and he only got a few minutes in order to clean up. But here, at the one place he called home, he got to take long hot showers.

When he finally got out and he was dressed, he saw that it was still raining – the Scottish weather patterns were slightly fazed in weirdness, he decided, and then shrugged. He could play just as well in rain as he could in sun shine. This Quidditch game would be the game that got them closer to the cup! Oliver Wood was adamant on getting the cup before he left school. Harry thought it was a hard goal, but then again, Voldemort's goal of killing him and becoming even more powerful than Dumbledore was also a hard goal, and Voldemort didn't even have a real, breathing, eating, clean, workable body to do it in!

Harry pulled on his shirt as Ron woke up, the red head rubbed the sleep from his eyes, and then contemplated going back to sleep before seeing Harry getting dressed for the day.

"You're up," Ron said.

"I noticed, Wizard Obvious," Harry smiled. Ron grinned; he shoved the bed covers away and went to take his own shower. And in their own time Seamus, Dean and Neville made it to the showers sometime that morning before breakfast.

Professor Lupin looked better that day; Wednesday had come and gone and Lupin was insistent that Harry should have another Dementor lesson on Friday, before the game. Lupin seemed to think that the Dementor's had been quiet for too long and he had dropped hints that they might do something at the game.

Like sucking out someone's soul…Harry thought as he walked to the defense room. Lupin was a great teacher, he had wasted no time in telling his students about Dementor's and giving them the charm that would shield them from the Dementor's fiendish desires. However, they hadn't tried it out yet; which made Ron and Hermione moan at the fact that Harry got private lessons about said Dementor's.

"I wish we could try out the charm!" Hermione said.

"It sounds so cool!" Ron lamented.

"It's hard to do, I haven't even achieved a corporeal Patronus," Harry reminded them.

"Of course, but you will," Hermione seemed sure of that fact.

"They get you worst than any of us," Ron said.

"I suppose, but I don't even remember what happened when my parents died, and when I get too close…I can hear them…and it scares me," Harry muttered.

"No one expects you to remember, maybe that's why Dumbledore won't tell you anything, it's because he doesn't know what happened, he doesn't want to tell you his theory's," Hermione said thoughtfully.

"Is it because I was there? I was only one years old! Does he expect a baby to remember things like that?" Harry asked.

"Of course not, and I believe that since you don't remember, you shouldn't even try," Hermione replied.

"Yeah, it's like you have permanent obliviate charm, and it's better that you keep it," Ron agreed.

"Why? You think someone put an obliviate charm on me, or I did it myself?"

"I read some Psychology books my cousin had once, I read that sometimes a person can forget certain memories if they are painful and horrific for them," Hermione explained.

"Great," Harry muttered.

"I guess the question is, do you want to remember?" Ron asked. Harry was silent for a few moments before he turned to look at them. They were almost to the defense room, but Harry stopped them in the hall way.

"No, I don't; you want to know why? Because, maybe I saw something! Maybe I saw Voldemort murdering my parents. It's bad enough hearing their screams when I'm close to a Dementor or when I have a particular nightmare about them. I don't want to have to visualize it either,"

"All right, everyone ready?" Oliver Wood asked as he pulled on his Quidditch robes. It was finally Saturday, the day that was decided Gryffindor's fate for the Cup; the day when they would either cement their odds of winning, or lose it forever!

"Please--"

"—don't start! We know it by heart!" Fred and George Weasley cut Oliver off.

"Fine then, let's just go out there and do our best!" Oliver said, though he was disappointed the he couldn't do his speech like he always did. The team grabbed up their brooms and entered the muddy Quidditch field to the applause of an adoring Gryffindor crowd. HufflePuff clapped readily enough, but since both Gryffindor and Ravenclaw were their favorite teams (when they weren't playing) they also gave equal applause for Ravenclaw as well.

"And for Gryffindor! We have Potter, Spinnet, Wood, Bell, Johnson, Weasley and Weasley! the best house team Hogwarts has seen since James Potter won the cup back in his own third year!" Lee announced.

"Jordan!"

"Fine! Fine! ONE of the best!" Lee amended quickly.

"And their off! Spinnet in the lead with the Quaffle! Potter is one his mark with Cho Chang of Ravenclaw fast on his heels!"

And indeed it was so – Harry had caught the glint of gold in the lightning and had taken off for his goal. Cho Chang was not about to be out done and had taken off after him. Harry zoomed passed one of the Weasley twins and dodged a Bludger that had been batted towards him by one of the Ravenclaw Beaters.

All too soon he found himself going up and up and up and up! He was so high up that he could hardly believe it! Flashes of lightning lit up the clouds and helped Harry to find the snitch, just meters above him. He will himself to go faster and farther! He had to win! He just had too! He found himself getting closer to the gold, to that pot of gold on the other side of the rainbow that no muggle could ever seem to find!

All too soon, he felt cold – he felt depressed and hopeless! Even though he knew that he had to be excited and happy about being so close to his goal! It was then that he saw floating specters in dark robs coming after him, sucking out all the happiness he had just moments before.

"Dementor's!" Harry yelled, though he knew no one would hear him. He saw the snitch in front of him then, he had time! And with seconds to spare, he had the snitch in his hand and had started to dodge the Dementor's that chased after him! Wanting his soul!

Harry was diving towards the pitch, the ground that he knew wouldn't do much to protect him, but maybe Professor Lupin could do that charm and get rid of the Dementor's. Harry squeezed his eyes shut! He heard them then! His Mum and Dad screaming for their little boy to be left alone! Asking for mercy but getting none!

"Why! Oh why?" Harry heard himself asking, he let go of his broom handle and put his hands over his ears, he didn't want to hear it any more! He didn't want to remember! It was just too hard!

With a mighty jerk and a cry of surprise, Harry found himself floundering thin air. Dementor's converged on him and he saw no more. Only the blackness of Dementor induced nightmares were his only company.

"All right! Enough! Out this moment, don't make me take points!" A voice that Harry knew was always kind, and taken on a hard tone, one that you should not argue with. He heard a group of people shuffle about before the sound of a banging door closed. Then he heard a chair being pulled up to his bed and someone sitting down, making the chair creek as the person did so.

Harry had a hard time opening his eyes – everything was blurry, but the person beside him gently put his glasses on his nose and Harry finally saw the part worried and part angry face of Professor Lupin.

"What…?"

"Don't worry about it, you won the game," Lupin replied.

"I'm sorry…"

"No, it's me, I shouldn't be mad at you," Lupin sighed, his tone was softer then.

"What happened after I blacked out?" Harry asked.

"You seemed to stop yourself, don't know how you did it, but you stopped just two feet from the ground; I got rid of the Dementor's and we had you taken here," Lupin explained.

"What happened to my broom?" Harry asked. Lupin seamed to groan then.

"The wind blew it off course and it got smashed by the Whomping Willow,"

"Oh," Harry said.

"I'm sorry,"

"It's all right, I should have just gotten away from those Dementor's when I had the chance – but…"

"I understand, you're father was the same way; once he got a broken arm and leg and he still made the winning goal of the game," Lupin shook his head.

"Are you mad at me?"

"Of course not, but if I ever see you let go of you're broom like that, I'll have to confiscate it and give you detention for a month," Lupin gave Harry that look. The one that said 'You had better listen to me if you know what's good for you!'.

"Yes sir," Harry agreed.

"Good, now, have some of this, and mind you eat it all," Lupin handed Harry some chocolate.

They passed a quiet afternoon and by evening, Harry was able to go back to Gryffindor tower where he got to celebrate with the rest of his house.

A/N – This one took me forever to write! My computer shut down on me a couple of times and I hadn't saved everything! This is the third version of the Quidditch game, sorry if it's bad – I just had to make Harry win that game! I have it in my head that he has tow in all the games!lol! I do hope you like!

Geeze! I totally forgot! I decided that more Lupin was better than Malfoy any day! So no bouncy ferret this chapter! Sorry!

Ta,

Poppy

P.S. I think the conversation between Harry and Remus took priority over an annoying git like Malfoy! Lol!