Harry stumbled slightly as his feet hit the floor of the kitchen of number twelve Grimmauld Place. He watched rather detached as Lupin went about reviving Fred, and managed to nod feebly when asked if he was all right. He shook his head to clear it and turned to face Moody.

"Professor-"

"How many times Potter I'm not your professor never have been, call me Moody."

"Right, Moody. Who was the other death eater who helped us?" he asked eagerly "Could it have been Ja-"

"It wasn't."

"How do you know? It could have been." He said desperately.

"I know who it was and it was not Miss. Black." he growled.

"But . . ." Harry trailed off and sighed, it was no use. He should have known it was too good to be true, someone wanting to be his friend for no particular reason, listening to him babble on about his pathetic little life, but she'd seemed so genuine. "Never mind." He sighed running a hand through his hair.

"Black? You're talking about that girl I met the other day? The one Snape knows?" Lupin questioned, Moody gave a curt nod. "Wha-"

"She's a death eater." Harry said dully leaning against the wall and sliding down it to sit on the floor.

"The girl I met the other night?" Fred asked sitting up and rubbing the back of his head, Harry nodded. "I didn't even know she was a witch, I thought she was just some muggle girl. A death eater? Did you know?"

"Yes of course I knew Fred, I've switched sides on you and am plotting your downfall as we speak." Harry snapped sarcastically.

"Right, sorry." Fred mumbled.

"I'll go and see if there's anyone about." Moody said.

"If there is they are probably asleep, going to get Harry was a last minute thing after all." Lupin said, Moody nodded and clunked his way down the hall.

"You want something to eat Harry? We saw your supplies in your room." Fred added. Harry shook his head absently.

"If you want to get some sleep you can, same room as last year." Lupin said, Harry nodded and slowly made his way out of the kitchen, he missed the worried look Fred and Lupin shared.

Harry heaved himself up the stairs to the bedroom he and Ron had shared last year. Pushing open the door he noticed how stale the air was, he walked across the room and opened the small window to increase the flow of air. Glancing round he noted nothing much had changed, the portrait of Phineas Nigellus was dark and empty.

Sighing deeply Harry let his weary body fall heavily onto his bed, and with no chance for any further thoughts he succumbed to his exhaustion and let sleep take him.

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