AN/ I am so sorry it's been so long! I've been pretty ill lately and i've had to go to and from hospital for a long time, but hopefully i'm gonna be ok from now on and able to post more often! Hope you enjoy-

Recap: You just got put in Gryffindor and are on somewhat shaky terms with Harry. Remember?

You called down between the tables- heading for Gryffindor, you saw Hermione budge up and pat the space next to her excitedly. You settled down next to her, opposite Ron and Harry. After a long time, the clapping (and wolf-whistles) died down. Soon, the sorting was finished and the feast appeared, for the first time in a long while, you smiled genuinely, you remembered all the times before not in a sad way, but recalling all the good memories instead. Anyway, it seemed like you would have a good friend in Hermione- she was a lot like Lilly, you thought. And Harry, Harry was the perfect mix of his parents. They would be proud.

"Mmcomd grmmsk," said Ron thickly, through a mouth of mashed potato. Hermione frowned at him, he quickly swallowed the mouthful and tried again. "Congratulations, Amilie, you got the best house!" he smiled. You grinned in return, piling food onto your plate.

Soon, you had all had your fill and got up to go back to the common rooms. As you rose from your seat, you could still feel Harry's eyes on your back, following you. Hermione linked arms with you, and marched you up to the dorms. Your trunks and belongings were already up there. There were 4 beds in the dorm. One for you, Hermione, Lavender, and Parvati. You went over and sat by Hermione on her bed, she was placing a still photo of her and her parents on her bedside table. She looked at you and smiled warmly.

"It's so nice to have you here! Now I'll not be the only girl, the one who's always left out of things!" She gave you a little hug; and you felt a warm feeling spread through you. You said goodnight and went over to your bed, you pulled close the curtains and laid your head on the pillow, sinking into the mattress, heavy with sleep.

DREAM

He stood there before, looking lost and forlorn before he caught sight of you.

"Millie, darling, love, you came at last- I knew you would!" said Sirius, a loving smile on his face.

"Sirius, how did I- how did you-?" you exclaim, looking around frantically. You were still in your Purple shorts and tank top. You were in some sort of a cold, dark chamber. A flimsy, see through piece of material, a curtain, separated you from Sirius. You reached out desperately to tear it away, but before the tips of your fingers could reach it, a shock like electricity burned you and you pulled away. Sirius' face grew grave, almost desperate. Overwhelming sadness filled his eyes. All you wanted to do was to reach out and hold him, and never, ever let go.

"I don't understand, Sirius, you…you're…dead." You whispered. He shook his head forlornly.

"That's what they all say," he said in a monotone. It was only then that you noticed, thousands of people were crammed in beside him, only they were, transparent, faded. Sirius stood out. He looked sad and drained, but still… alive.

"I will come back for you Sirius," You said determinedly, you felt consciousness tug at your body, dragging you back to the waking world.

"Don't forget, please…" he whispered, spinning before, as you jolted back to reality.

You sat up, gasping for air. It was still dark. You got out of your bed and walked down to the common room, where you poured a glass of water and sat facing the dying embers.

"Hi," You jumped, spilling the water onto the chair. You saw Harry opposite on the sofa, half submerged in the shadows.

"Oh, it's only you, Harry," you said, trying to cover up your confusion, wishing fervently to be alone. Knowing he would ask you the question.

"My Godfather died 1 year ago, why did you say his name?" he demanded. You closed your eyes, your heart stopping and your blood running cold.

"It is… it is complicated," you said, your voice quavering.

"So un-complicate it for me," he said softly, but angrily, his eyes blazed.

"You cannot know, you cannot understand… you're just a boy." You whispered.

He leapt up from his seat.

"O, but I DO understand!" he yelled at you, "You appear the nice, sweet innocent little girl, but underneath you're really just like everyone else! Just out to get some! 'Oh look!' you thought, 'There's the famous Potter boy; I heard his Godfather just died, I wonder if he did? Lets see if he's still sore!' I understand!" He shouted at you.

"Harry, no…" you whispered, tears springing to your eyes at the thought of him even imagining you could think like that.

"Then explain to me!" He Said loudly, "Please, explain," it sounded as though he wanted you to say no. You couldn't think of any other way, he wasn't ready to know yet, couldn't understand… You lowered your head, an act of submission. His eyes burned with a cold hatred and fury.

"You've got them all rapped around your little finger, with all your looks and little charming ways, but when you scratch the surface. Then they'll see what I see, then they'll know." He whispered, leaning his head close to your ear. With that he stormed up the stairs to his dorm. You dropped to the floor, crying with anger, frustration and sadness. You heard a sound and leapt up.

"It's only me, Amilie." Oh, it was Hermione, she was the tear tracks down your cheeks and red eyes.

"Tell me, Millie," she said softly, sympathetically. Your head snapped up at what she called you. Millie. Sirius had always called you that, his pet name for you. Tell her, tell Hermione? You needed a friend, the way she looked at you, felt for you, so like Lilly! You couldn't stand to loose her, maybe she could help you, maybe, just maybe, she might just understand…