"We need to go somewhere private." Hermione muttered biting her lip. " We have to go straight away."

"Hermione. No. We have a lesson to get to."

"Oh please Ron! You have Sister Trelawney next, a lesson in which you both detest. Besides all you'll be missing is chanting, and the occasional prayer."

"We should go to Hagrid's…." Harry muttered.

"Your right we'll go to Angus's hut. That is if he's not too hungover ." Hermione rolled her eyes and began to march out the Grand Hall.

"Hermione. No. We'll get in trouble." Ron exclaimed running after her.

"Filch isn't in remember. He's taken time off, because his dear cat swallowed a toy soldier."

"Angus? Who's he?"

"The Grounds keeper. The one you've been calling Hagrid for six years." Hermione stated bluntly. "You must have injured yourself more seriously than you let on. Your may be suffering from what psychologist call Retrograde Amnesia where you cannot recall anything prior to your accident."

"I'm not suffering for anything ! I can remember the last past six years pretty well thank you! Maybe just not in the way you do." Hermione and Ron glanced at each other cynically.

"Denial." Hermione sighed quickening her march.

"Stop treating me like some basket case! I'm asking for your help."

"And that is exactly what I'm doing." Hermione pounded on a flimsy wooden door.

"GO AWAY! I'M NOT WORKING TODAY. DON'T YOU PEOPLE KNOW WHEN TO LEAVE A MAN IN PEACE." A deep Scottish accent roared. Ron grabbed hold of Harry's T-Shirt, and hid behind him (although Ron was over a foot taller than him).

"Angus…it's us Hermione, Ron, and Harry. We were wondering if we could come in." her voice was small, almost vulnerable.

"What for!" Angus barked.

"It's Harry…He doesn't seem to remember anything that's happened for the past six years. So Ron and I decided to fill him in a little before he started any lessons." The door swung open. There stood a large man with unruly black hair dressed in green overalls

"I do apologise. I thought you were someone else." He stepped aside summoning them to enter.

"Angus! You really have to get this place cleaned." Hermione said picking up the empty whisky bottles.

"Hermione doesn't like mess. She's obsessed with cleaning. And she has the nerve to call us weird." Ron whispered smiling coyly at Harry.

"I heard that Ron." Hermione shouted from the kitchen area.

"The ears of an hawk that one." Angus smiled.

"Isn't it the eyes of an hawk."

"Same thing., would you like something to drink."

"Oh yes please! You make the best cups of cocoa. The best." Ron smiled rocking side to side with excitement.

"So Hermione are you going to clean Hagrid's hut all day, or are you gonna explain the last six years?"

"I'm almost done." Hermione rushed about cramming empty cans, and week old papers in a large black bag. "Ok take a seat." Harry and Ron sat upon the couch in front of the fireplace.

"Start from the beginning. Hermione. About Hogwarts."

"Yes Ron. I'm not stupid."

"Okay, start why don't you."

"This is St Hogwarts School for institutionalised adolescences, the first of it's kind with an history which date back centuries."

"Why am I here?"

"Why are any of us here? I mean some of us are pretty stable." Hermione said in her trademark superior tone. Ron stifled his giggle with his hand.

" Lets start from you reason of being condemned to this place. You have a very interesting story indeed, Harry. First you survived an assassination when you were God knows how old. Then you were plastered all over the news a little prior to you're arrival."

"Why?"

"You had some sort of a breakdown in a zoo, of all places. You locked your foster brother in a tank of poisonous cobra's, claiming the snakes told you to do so. Although years of physical, and mental abuse from the Dursleys, plus post- traumatic stress from the incident, you were just a time bomb waiting to happen."

"The Dursleys. Where are they now?"

"Well, they were charged but they got away with it. Must have had great lawyers. Anyway the blame was put upon Social Services, saying that the system had failed you. Then came the big debate on what to do with you, but it was obvious to anyone that you would be sent here."

"So what was my first year like?"

"Once again interesting, in fact every year has been interesting. First year ,you killed an horse from a nearby farm, then you had this stone which you carried everywhere. Second you kidnapped a first year and held her hostage in the dungeons. Thr-"

"You harboured a criminal. But he wasn't really. He was framed."

"Thanks Ron. Sirius..you were awfully close to him. Kind of reminded me of Pip and Magwitch from Great expectations. Fourth year saw the arrival of lunatics from all over the globe. Partnership "schools" they told us."

"Yea. Hermione got friendly with one them. Holiday romance."

"Shut up, Ron. Last year very confusing indeed. Sister Umbridge turned out to be more twisted than all of us put together, and-"

"Sirius died…" Harry trailed off staring out on to the grounds.

"Died! No he was put upon the witness protection list, after they found him not guilty."

"What? so he's alive!" Harry stood up sharply his eyes darting at Hermione then at Ron."

"Yes, very much so.." Hermione took her mug of cocoa from Hagrid and sipped the foamy top.

"I have to talk to him! Now!" Harry opened the wooden door and ran across the yard.