Harry. Stop. Come back!" Ron cried from the front door of the hut. Harry continued to march across the greenery. My morning air was crisp, and cold against his cheeks, but Harry's insides was boiling with excitement. Sirius was alive… he was out there, somewhere.

"I have to see him. I have to talk to him. I have to see him" Harry chanted repeatedly to himself clenching his fists so tightly his fingers began to hurt.

"If it isn't Harry Potter! Mumbling to ones self are we." A tall, slim boy stood in Harry's path, companied by two mindless looking henchmen. His hair was the whitish blonde and face wore a self-satisfied smirk. Unlike the rest of the "patients" Harry had seen today the boy was finely dress in a blue oxford shirt, designer jeans, and brown gold buckled leather shoes.

"Get lost Malfoy!" Harry turned to see Hermonie stood at his side , he hadn't heard her approach.

"Oh I forgot about your personal bodyguard, the child prodigy herself." Malfoy looked upon Hermonie with disgust, as the two mindless morons sniggered accordingly.

"Unless you are willing for another thrashing I suggest you start moving."

"Fine..I wouldn't want anyone around to see me talking to the likes of you." Malfoy turned beckoning Crabbe and Goyle with a wave of his and , and headed towards the main entrance.

"Drake Malfoy…the most spoil, arrogant twit of Hogwarts. Is he like that in your realm?"

"yes. It's one of the only things that hasn't changed." Harry sighed and placed himself upon the coolness of the early morning grass. "So Sirius is still out there…"

"Yes, but no one knows where exactly. Which is all as well, after all it is for his own protection."

"what else as happened in this realm? You know with my parents, and Voldemort."

"Your father was a police officer working undercover with the D.M guild of London."

"D.M as in Dark Mark. They get the name because of the signature they use on their victims- a black mark upon the cheek and upon the victims front door. The D.M was formed by Lord Voldemort of Exetershire, one of the most powerful men in the country. He owned the rail network, three national newspapers, even shares in the BBC. The members of the Guild proved to be has influential as the leaders…aristocrats, politicians, business tycoons etc. Your father was working a covert officer posing has "Voldemort's mole" within the police, whilst in reality he was passing the information on to the Scotland Yard. I was going well, the MI5 was closing in on them, then it went wrong. Someone tipped the D.M off…which lead to his murder.

All fingers immediately pointed towards Sirius Black, he had been seen having a public dispute hours before the murder, and being father's partner, as well as vanishing the same night of the murder it was understandable why be was the prime suspect. He was eventually found in France…Normandy I think..and brought back to be imprisoned." Hermonie glared expressionlessly ahead, fixated at the woodland which surrounded the green lawn.

Harry laid back gazing at the soft grey sky, the dew-damp grass felt cold against the back of his neck. He understood what Hermonie had said. It all made logical sense, nevertheless it was all so hard to comprehend. He hated it here, the coldness of the air, the silence, and atmosphere of misery he had felt in the Grand Hall.

"What about my Mum?"

"What about her?" Hermonie turned sharply towards him.

You've spoke about my dad being murdered….but you've said nothing about my mom." Harry muttered.

"Oh she's fine lives in Chilton with her new husband." Hermonie sat picking at a patch grass. Harry's eyes filled with tears. She was alive.

" I know-I know I can't see Sirius. ..but could I see my mom."

"Sure. Visiting day's tomorrow. I don't know why your so interested in seeing her all of a sudden."

"What do you mean!"

"Well, every time she visits you either ignore her existence, or refer to her as Rita Skeeter- whoever that is. One time you got so mad at her the doctor's nearly had to stop her visiting as it was causing you such distress."

"I always believed she died alongside my day…at least that's what happened back were I'm from." Harry slowly sat up, holding his bent legs close to his chest.

"She was nearly killed. She ran out of the house, and hid with you behind a bush in the backyard. She would have remained unharmed if she hadn't had ran back get the car keys. They shot her in the hallway, and believing she was dead they marked her."

"How come you know so much?"

"I do a lot of research. For quite a while you were my hobby." Hermonie pulled herself up to her feet. "Listen we must get going for med time, you know what Snape is like about tardiness."