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Chapter 3

The Visitor

The sun started to shine through the bed hangings and woke Sirius gently. He yawned and yanked the hangings back. He looked across the room to James's bed. The messy black-haired boy was fighting a losing battle with his sheets as horrifying dreams haunted his sleep. Sirius watched him curiously not knowing whether to laugh or be concerned for his friend's sanity. He caught a few muffled cries like "It's my fault," "Department of Mysteries" and "the veil." Sirius was starting to worry; the boy was thrashing fiercely in his sleep and was slick with sweat. At that moment, He threw his head over the side of the bed and threw up. 'Oh! He is really sick; I better get him to the hospital wing."

Sirius rushed to James's side and picked him up; he rushed him out of the room. He tore down the stairs and sprinted across the common room. He soon realized that he had forgotten his best friend's glasses, but dismissed it quickly and continued his trek to the hospital wing. He flew up 2 flights of stair and was running down an empty hallway when the eyes of boy he was holding shot open. He looked in to the eyes and saw fear, but more importantly he saw green—bright emerald green eyes. He gave a small shriek and dropped the imposter.

"WHO ARE YOU? YOU'RE NOT JAMES!"

"Bloody hell, are you trying to kill me?" Harry groaned.

"What did you do with James? "Sirius asked more calmly but still quite freaked out.

"Wait a minute, where am I? Where did you take me? Who are you?" Harry asked with and edge of concern.

"No, I asked who you were!"

"What in the bloody hell were you doing carrying me and why did you drop me?"

"What were you doing in James's bed?"

Harry gulped and thought, 'I was in another guy's bed, this is too weird."

"Let's just go back to the common room, we'll figure something out there." Harry replied.

The two walked back to the common room in utter silence. Both were officially freaked out by the circumstances. One of them had to have been sleeping in the wrong room with complete strangers. This was too weird! The got to the portrait of the fat lady and Sirius noticed that the boy had a gash above his eye, "bloody hell, did I do that?" Harry touched his fingers to his head and discovered he was bleeding. "Who knows? Eh, don't worry about it." Sirius cleared his throat and said "Fairy Lights." The fat lady replied, "Oh! I'm sorry m'dears, but that's the wrong password." "What?" Sirius mumbled. "Mystify, okay now let us in." Harry said irritably. As Harry stepped through the portrait hole, Sirius tripped and fell on top of him and knocked them both to the ground. Harry groaned.

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Moments after the duo had left the room, Ron, too, was awoken by the sunlight. He looked to Harry's bed and uttered a gasp. It looked like there had been an all out brawl. The hangings were slightly ripped and the sheets were a mess. There was a strange substance on the ground that Ron didn't dare touch and definitely didn't get close enough to smell. Harry was gone, 'Where could he be? He probably just went down to the common room.' Ron reasoned. He made his way down to the common room a few minutes later. As he entered from the stairwell he saw the portrait hole open and witnessed a boy with black hair jump on Harry. Harry lifted his head and groaned and Ron saw that there was huge gash above his eye bleeding profusely. Ron's temper flared and he shot like a missile towards the fight. He threw the boy off of Harry and proceeded to punch him in the face. He got off two pretty good punches before Hermione Granger walked in and gave a small scream. She managed with great difficulty to pull Ron off of their mysterious visitor.

"What's going on here?" she insisted. Harry had just now gotten off the ground, Ron was still fuming, and the black-haired beauty was clutching his nose. "Ronald Weasley! I am waiting for an explanation!"

"Mione, he was attacking Harry" Ron pleaded.

"You were the one attacking, not me! And Harry who?" Sirius panted.

"Harry me! And he wasn't attacking me Ron, he tripped!"

"Then why are you bleeding?" Hermione interjected.

"That one we are not quite sure of."

Harry proceeded to tell Ron and Hermione of that morning's encounter and managed to clear up most of the questions. "Sorry, mate! I didn't mean to hurt you! What did you say your name was again?" Ron said. Sirius began to open his mouth, but then remembered that he didn't know where prongs, or moony, or even wormtail were. "Where's James?" he said worriedly. Hermione was the one to speak this time, "I'm sorry, we don't know a James. Are you sure you're in Gryffindor? My name is Hermione Granger, This oaf is Ron Weasley and I believe you already know Harry—Harry Potter." She finished. A strange look came to the boy's face, he gulped, "Potter?" he gasped. "I need to see Dumbledore, there is a Dumbledore right?" "Of course" Hermione replied. They lead him to Dumbledore's office and were interrupted by the man himself before they could even begin to guess his password. "Hi prof—"Harry began. "—oh dear, oh my, young man please come with me. You three go to breakfast please!" Dumbledore interrupted. The three reluctantly marched off to breakfast. "That was weird" said Harry. "What do you think is going on?" Ron and Hermione shrugged and they seated themselves at the Gryffindor table.

Meanwhile, Dumbledore stepped up to the stone gargoyle in silence and murmured "Fainting Fancies" Sirius chuckled, "No more sweets for passwords professor? Last time I was in your office, which was let's see, two days ago, it was lemon drops." As the stairs revolved Dumbledore replied, "We have many things to discuss and the least of these is my password. Please follow me."

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Hmm... This chapter didn't turn out exactly how I wanted it, but I couldn't really find a way to fix it either.It is pretty short and I know parts of it were rushed, but I'm not that great when it comes to interweaving dialogue into the story, so some of the conversations might seem a bit choppy! I'm sorry! The next one will be better! Please Read and Review! The Sooner you review, the sooner I get over-excited, and the sooner I write another chapter! He he! Thanks so much again!