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Chapter 7

Arthur Weasley sat at the kitchen table. His face was slightly pale, his eyes showed signs of sleep deprivation, and his mouth was hard set has he read the morning paper. Sirius, sitting at the head of the table to his left, looked much like the prestigious Black he had been raised to be. His skin had changed from a shallow yellow to a healthier shade of pale (much thanks to Molly's help), and his clothes seemed to actually fit him versus hanging off of him like they would a starving man. Currently, Black wore dark grey robes, which drew attention to his determined looking eyes. Yes, Sirius looked just like a Black.

Taking a sip of tea, Arthur turned his eyes back to his paper, "Did you see the news this morning?"

"I'm afraid to look," Sirius grumbled while savagely ripping apart his toast.

"It's not too bad-"Arthur started to say; however he was interrupted by a blur shooting out of the fireplace.

"Did you hear the news!" Tonks shouted, her eyes having a strange panic yet satisfied look to them, as she stood up, not bothering to wipe the soot off of her face.

Sirius immediately jumped to his feet. "What is it! Did you find the Dursleys? Have you told Dumbledore yet? Please say you didn't tell Dumbledore!"

Tonks looked bewildered. "No-no, nothing quite to that extent."

"Well than, what is the news?"

"The Dursley's house has been burnt to the ground!"

Arthur snorted as he drew his attention back to the paper. Sirius sat down.

"Oh that's it? Isn't that a good thing?" Sirius questioned as returned to rabidly tearing his toast apart.

Tonks glared at the two men, her hair changing from a purple colour to a dark red. "No, that is not it! Don't you want to know who the suspects are?"

Suddenly Tonks had Arthur's undivided attention. Clearing his throat he asked, "Ermh, who do they think it is?"

Tonks eyes locked with his.

"They are saying its Harry. However one women claims to have seen a middle aged red haired man standing and watching the flames before disappearing before her eyes, she's currently getting a psyche evaluation." She continued to stare at Arthur with hard eyes, while Sirius looked at him in awe. "Isn't that funny? I mean do you know any red haired men that have the ability to disappear into thin air, Sirius?"

Sirius's face turned mischievous, "I'm sure there are many red headed male wizards around. Maybe you should question the Bones, if I remember correctly Susan in Harry's class has red hair, maybe it was her father."

Tonks's eyes flashed at Sirius before turning at Arthur, "Oh shut up! Arthur, how could you do that! You destroyed important evidence!"

Arthur just shrugged his shoulders.

"It's utterly hopeless, talking to you too!" Tonks cried.

Just than Charlie's head appeared out of the floo. "Hey dad! I hear Harry's old place is still burning in flames! You want to roast some marshmallows?"

Tonks rolled her eyes before storming out, "Weasleys!"

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Remus woke up in a great deal of pain, every muscle hurt, and every twitch hurt, everything hurt. Remus's eyes shot up as he tried to take in his surroundings, his head whipping back and forth as he tried to manage the pain.

"Shit! Jay! 'Es awake! Get over here!"

And then suddenly there were hands holding him down, he screamed as they touched him.

"Jay what are we suppose to do?!" A voice asked above him.

"I don't know! I'm not Doc! Give him one of those vials over there, the one labeled calm," A voice at his side answered

" Well shit! I hope this works! Have you gotten a hold of Doc yet?"

Then they were jamming liquid down his throat. A hand expertly placed over his mouth, while another held his nose, forcing him to swallow.

"No 'e isn't picking up! Do ya think summthin happened to 'em?"

"I don't know. Hope not. This man better be worth it!"

Remus found himself not hurting so much anymore as he seemed to enter a tranquil state. The hands released him, as he heard a sigh of relief.

Unaware he had closed his eyes, he opened them again and looked at the voices above him, A boy and a girl. They had to be in their early teens as they looked at him in concern. The boy had a shaved head with multiple piercings on his face, and tattoos on his arms. The girl had blue hair, which strangely reminded him of Tonks, and just as many piercings as the boy. They seemed to be a rough sort of crowd, but at this moment they were angles in his eyes.

"Ay! Old man! "How do you know Doc?" The young girl asked.

"Doc? Who is Doc?"
The boy scoffed, "See I told you! Probably a waste of our time!"

"He knew the password!" She shot back. "Show him the pictures."

Two pictures where shoved in front of Remus's face, side by side. It took a moment to focus on what he was seeing, but what he saw shocked him. The first picture was of himself, Sirius, James, and baby Harry. It was taken at Harry's first Christmas, he remembered that day vividly. The next picture was of Harry holding up a white lab coat with a smile on his face, while laughing at all the people surrounding him, the two standing above him were in the picture to, standing on each side of Harry. Remus looked around and saw what seemed to be the same makeshift hospital as depicted in the picture. Harry had seemed to be a couple years younger than he would be today.

Remus looked at the two beside him. "Harry… the black haired boy, he is Doc?"

The girl nodded.

"How long have you known him?"

The boy looked at suspiciously. "We've known him on and off for about 5 years, 'es an unofficial street kid like the rest of us."

Remus gapped at the kids, and then the pain returned, and the world turned black.

"We need to get a hold of Doc." The girls voice drifted around him.

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Hermione and Ron sat silently behind Harry as they waited for the meeting to be over. Hermione had her eyes fixed on the window behind where McGonagall was sitting, while Ron's eyes were glued to his feet. Harry's eyes, however, were glaring at all the teachers present.

"I don't think you all understand! I Am Not Suicidal!" Harry shouted for the fifth time since the meeting started, half a hour ago.

"Harry," Madame Pomprey started soothingly, "you have been through quiet a lot of shock and trauma in the last few days. We are merely concerned with you mental state, as we would be concerned with any child's mental state in your situation." Several of the teachers nodded their heads.

"I am not a child! I have never been a child since the day you landed me with the Dursleys!" Harry said coldly, glaring at Dumbldore. "You all act like I have recently been victimized. None of this happened yesterday! I have had years to deal with the Dursleys. I admit, when I found out everybody I knew would know about the Dursleys I didn't handle it in the best way, but I wasn't trying to kill myself! And I am most certainty not going to off myself while I go to the bathroom!"

Several of the teachers looked down awkwardly.

"Harry, I do believe you, but you have shown similar risky behavior in the past. We are doing this for your own benefit. Once you are cleared by a mind healer, things will go back to normal but until then you have to trust us to help you." Dumbledore stated kindly.

Harry snorted and Ron winced, Harry didn't like being told what to do.

"Yeah, like you helped me with the Dursleys." Everybody winced at that.

Just then a flurry of owls entered the room, dropping the Daily Prophet to each designated person. Harry and Ron, being the only ones without a subscription, watched the faces of the others pale.

"What is it, did they find out I'm on a suicide watch," Harry said sarcastically.

Dumbledore looked around the room, before looking straight at the young man. The news paper with a picture of Harry's burning house on the cover.

"Harry, do you know where the Dursleys could have went? Did they mention anything over the summer?"

Harry rolled his eyes, "We didn't really talk over the summer, Professor. I havent' actually seen or spoke to them in the last two years."

Everybody's mouth dropped.

Harry looked around in astonishment, "What you didn't actually expect me to stick around there, when I was treated like that."

Dumbledore's eyes took a glint of something that Ron couldn't quiet identify.

"Harry, were have you been."

Harry leaned forward, his hard eyes locked with the headmaster's.

"Wouldn't you all like to know."

And then Ron watched as the room to a collective sigh of exhaustion, as they realized that they would get nothing more from Harry. Ron looked at Hermione, and saw her holding a sad smirk. If one thing was sure, Harry was still the same Harry.

Slowly placing a hand on his friend's shoulder he said, "Come on mate, lets go back to the dorm."

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A/N: Thanks for reading! Please Review and tell me what you think! Just for clarification, in this story, the Weasley's never got Harry from his house in the GoF and Harry had never been to the Order of Phoenixes' Headquarters yet. Anything involving Dursleys from PoA onward never happened here.