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Harry had to restrain himself from slamming the door behind him when he got out of Umbridge's office. Hermione's fear had been true. She had been sent by the Ministry to make sure the truth would be controlled. She was ensuring that what Harry had gone through during the Third Task was remaining a lie for the rest of the Wizarding World. He had fallen into her trap so easily he had found himself in detention with her.

Detention... This hadn't been a detention. He had never heard about those kind of quills and understandably, because he was sure that those belong to dark magic. He could easily guess that the use of such a thing on a student was forbidden and it was making everything complicated. Because the right course of action would have been to go see someone, anyone, and tell them what was happening in those detentions.

But if he did that, he would loose against her.

She knew it.

He knew it.

He stopped near an opened window, letting the evening wind refresh him. The soft cold blow on his sore hand calmed the pain and his mind cleared up. He couldn't afford to let his temper have the better of him with her. Whatever defense he would advance against her, he could't win.

He had to know better.

But letting her and the Ministry sully Cedric's memory was unbearable. He had spent his summer dreaming about his death over and over again. It had been a shock when he had discovered that his story was considered a lie by the Ministry. A lie the Wizarding World had bought far too easily.

'They are afraid,' said a voice in his head. 'You know how easier it is for the mind to reassure itself with lies rather than facing the truth.'

Harry felt his anger pounding in his veins again. Cowards, the lot of them! Especially the Ministry. But what could he do?

He resumed his walk towards the Gryffindor Tower. He couldn't do anything about it and that was driving him mad. Even the adults believing him were letting him in the shadow. And that also was a mystery to him. He was the first concerned with Voldemort's return, so why was he left out of the loop?

Another question that would remain unanswered. He passed through the Fat Lady portrait with the resolve of writing to Sirius about all this. Well, not the detention of course. But he was confident his godfather could help him with the feeling of powerlessness that was growing inside him. He would advise him and provide the guidance he desperately needed.

However, he never found the time to do anything about it before the end of the week. Because of the nights he was spending in detention and the pile of homework that was growing day after day, he didn't really get any time for himself. Saturday felt like a soft breeze in the storm that had been his first week at Hogwarts.

He watched Hedwig fly away with his letter and returned to the castle. He was so deep in his thoughts he had barely greeted Cho on his way back. The only event of the day that could have cheered him up, Quidditch practice, was ruined by the insults and laughter from a group of Slytherins, led by Malfoy.

As he was sitting in front of his blank piece of parchment in the Gryffindor common room, he thought that so far, the beginning of his year at Hogwarts had been terrible. Instead of bringing him the relief and comfort it usually did, it had made him more anxious and angrier. He glanced at his friend and noticed that Ron had already wrote a good part of their due essay. He shook his head and started to concentrate, ignoring the odd, sick, empty feeling in his stomach. A bad grade wouldn't help.

He had just finished his plan when something caught his attention. Had he seen Sirius's head floating in the fire? He let himself down on his knees gazing into the flames. He barely acknowledged his friends who were worrying about his behaviour and soon, they found themselves face to face with the only person that could understand Harry right now.

'We'd better be quick, just in case we're disturbed,' said Sirius after a quick explanation to Ron and Hermione about his presence in Gryffindor's fire. 'You scar?'

Harry ignored Ron's surprise as Harry had just let Hermione know, and listened to what his godfather had to say about it.

'I know it can't be fun when it hurts, but we don't think it's anything to really worry about. It kept aching all last year, didn't it?'

"We?" Thought Harry with a hint of anger. So Sirius had let people know about his pain? A strange feeling grew inside him. He was the one people were talking about but not talking to.

However, Sirius was right. Besides, Dumbledore had explained to Harry that he might happen when Voldemort was feeling a powerful emotion. He didn't express it but somehow, something was off. He brushed it off as Sirius started to share what he knew about Umbridge.

Harry learned that this woman was as horrible as paranoid. Her hate for part-humans had led her to take despicable actions against them. She was, as Ron, Hermione, and Harry had feared it, indeed convinced that the students at Hogwarts were trained in combat to form a sort of wizard army to take the ministry down.

Pure madness.

But he was pulled out of his thoughts when Sirius mentioned the idea of coming to visit them at Hogsmeade under his dog disguise.

'No!' Exclaimed Harry and Hermione loudly.

Harry knew how lonely Sirius felt. He was the only one who could understand it, as he had lived under the same condition as him at Grimmauld Square. Worse conditions some might say. But the risk to come at Hogsmeade was too high to be taken.

'It was just an idea,' said Sirius. Harry could see how disappointed he was. 'Thought you might like to get together.'

'I would, I just don't want you chucked back in Azkaban!' Said harry.

There was a pause in which Sirius looked out of the fire at Harry, a crease between his sunken eyes.

'You're less like your father than I thought,' he said finally, a definite coolness in his voice. 'The risk would've been what made it fun for James.'

The comment felt like a slap on Harry's face, and he was too slow to answer. Before he could add another word, Sirius disappeared after telling him he would write to him again. If he could stand to the risk, of course.

His gaze was still fixated on the flickering flame where Sirius's head had been while he was processing the vicious blow of his godfather. This isn't quite the outcome he had expected from this conversation.