Another chapter, where did that come from? I know, avoiding actual work. But it gives you something to read doesn't it? Disclaimer on the first page. Enjoy!

In case you were wondering we did arrive back to Grimmauld Place quite quickly, Harry was bundled up in Molly's arms for a good ten minutes before being whisked away by Ron and Hermione. I on the other hand was suitable roasted by the old queen herself on endangering Harry's life.

"He could have been killed!" Came the shrieking response.

"Why did you allow him to leave then?"

"We were all arguing over you!"

"So you weren't watching his every move?" Then I exited before I said anything that could actually warrant me being reprimanded. Sometimes death threats are better left unsaid.

I rushed up to my room stomping on every step as I went up, everyone was for each thing in my life I didn't want. Sirius' death, Severus' coldness, Harry's pain, another one for Sirius, a little one for me, get the drift? I knew this wasn't the proper adult response, I should have done something English and made a cup of tea but instead I am lying under my blanket being slowly cooked. In between dozing I was thinking about how I could do something constructive and finally came to the conclusion that I was going to teach Harry, even if it came with extended periods with Severus.

Breakfast was usually a silent affair, after a couple of weeks daily event settled into a rhythm. I gathered by their persistent appearances that the Weasleys and the Granger girl were staying here for the entire summer, but I was pleasantly surprised when Molly didn't attend breakfast that morning. A smile slide across my face which was expertly detected by Remus as he brought in his morning tea.

"Have you noticed Molly's absence then?"

"Why of course Remus. This glorious smile can not just be a result of my sunny disposition."

Remus took a sip from his cup and set it down on the table. His face was too lined for a man of his age and the once bright hair had considerably more grey than it should have. The morning sun was trying desperately to get through the windows, but there was no hope for it. The charms vehemently protecting the house's location also barred sunlight from getting in making for a rather dingy house.

I can still remember visiting Sirius and his family during the summers before Hogwarts. Before we were categorised we could socialise with each other no problem, I enjoyed his company and to a certain degree I could tolerate the rest of the family. However things started to go downhill rapidly once Sirius became a Gryffindor, I was forbidden from associating myself with him and the Black family, that's when we began to mix with the Malfoys.

"Are you alright?"

"Just thinking about Sirius. Remus how was he after Azkaban?"

"Deeply affected covers it, but once he knew Harry was doing well he had everything to live for. He was definitely getting better. I mean, Azkaban hung over him but Harry was getting him through, un-until…"

"It's okay." I couldn't think of anyway to change the subject without being too insensitive, so we allowed ourselves to sit in silence while waiting for Harry to emerge. Noises were emerging from upstairs alerting us to the sound of teenagers ready for breakfast. After living on my own for so long I began to realise how isolated become. Remus had a glazed look in his eye, I recognised this as remembrance, but as soon as I saw this he composed himself for Harry. I had to talk to him later.

Ron came bumbling through the door first demanding what was for breakfast, soon realising his mother wasn't about the voices dampened considerably. "You're breakfast is what you make it." Came my reply. Hermione followed looking quite dishevelled, but I've come to realise that her hair naturally grew like that. Harry came in a little later, bleary eyed and hair mussed, each looking like typical teenagers. About as normal as they could be in this current climate of instant death.

They tumbled into the kitchen, Remus and I smiling intermittently at the badly covered expletives and broken crockery. "Brings back memories doesn't it?"

"That midnight feast at Halloween, I remember it well."

"I was quite impressed with you Remus, managing to freeze all of the house elves." I leant in closer to the table, resting my elbows either side of my plate.

"You did too, I've never heard someone swear that much. Not even Sirius." Remus mirrored my action around his cup and saucer.

"Why thank you, I think." I got up to take my plate back, going down the narrow corridor to the kitchen I stopped short hearing concerned voices from within.

"I think you should stop going off with her." This voice I determined as Hermione's.

"Why should I do that?" A rather irate Harry.

"Come off it mate, everyone has said she's dangerous." And finally Ron.

"People thought I was dangerous, am I? No. It's up to me what I do."

"Harry, listen." Hermione's voice then became very authoritative. "I've done some research on her, she betrayed a lot of people when she was younger. You said she was connected to your parents, she was very closely connected with Voldemort. It hasn't been proved, but apparently she joined the Death Eaters while still at Hogwarts. Harry she's bad news."

"Then why did Dumbledore contact her?"

"That's the tricky thing." Ron chipped in.

"So you and Hermione have been talking about this a lot then? Thanks."

I knew I shouldn't have listened in, bad habits I guess. It was their private conversation, and I know Remus would be appalled by my actions, but I've spent my life having to do this, it's second nature unfortunately. I chose their silence to bring the almost forgotten plate back to it's rightful place, walking in it was obvious they all felt awkward by my presence. I couldn't bring myself to say anything, not even some inane comment on the weather which in turn makes it screamingly blatant I've been listening.

"So what are your plans for the day?" That's not too bad.

"Nothing much."

"Surely you have supplies to get for school?"

"Get them later."

"Okay, what's wrong?" Got to get this sorted out.

"Nothing."

"If I'm teaching Harry Occlumency, it's pretty clear that I'm a fairly accomplished Legilimens. Spill it." I got them to follow me out of the kitchen, willingly, into the dining room where Remus was still sat. "Right, we are going to talk about it because I've clocked you Hermione as one to partake in 'research' when you need to know something about someone."

"What's going on?" Remus interjected.

"I've found out some interesting facts about her." Hermione making her distaste perfectly apparent.

"This stops now. You don't need to know anything more than what Dumbledore told you."

"What did…"

"It doesn't matter. I shall repeat myself, this stops now. All that matters it what side we are on, and we're clear on that aren't we?"

I sat in silence again, knowing my temper had gotten the better of me. "I'm sorry Remus, I guess I want some people to trust me."

"That will happen in time Oly."