Harry Potter sat up groaning. Something had woke him up, he was a very light sleeper but this was…different. He grabbed his glasses and whispered, "Lumos." As the tip of his wand lit he held it high and made a sweep of the room, he looked for anything out of the ordinary, his heart leapt right into his mouth as he spotted his grinning godfather leaning in the doorway.

"Sirius! What are you doing?" hissed Harry as he jumped out of his bed.

"Relax! I can turn into a dog remember? Anyways, just checking up on my favorite godson."

"Right like you have any other children." Muttered Harry sarcastically.

"Actually I've got six." Said Sirius matter-of-factly. "Oh come on, I was the Marauder's ladies man." Said Sirius in a suave tone in response to Harry's eyebrow. Harry just shook his head in disbelief.

"So, now that the awkward introductions are over, Dumbledore tells me you have –ahem- an interesting love life." Said Sirius, seeing Harry's reddening face his eyes twinkled as he went in for the kill. "Aha! I knew it, you got the Potter Charm. Your father couldn't keep the girls off of himself either. I swear if looks could kill Lily would've murdered some of them."

"Sirius… Stop it alright?" said Harry as his face was the color of Ron's hair.

"It's serious I take it?" asked Sirius as he folded his arms. Harry nodded, and Sirius took the hint not to press it further.

"I'm going back into hiding." Said Sirius after a moment of silence. Harry nodded bitterly, as a sour taste came up into his mouth, since Wormtail hadn't been caught yet Sirius was still a wanted criminal. "Before I leave, I came to give you this. Your dad would have wanted you to have it." Said Sirius as he pressed a small box into Harry's arms. "Don't open it yet, you'll know when the time is right." Sirius gave him one last smile before transforming into a dog and disappearing into the shadows.

Harry glanced down at his watch and swore. Four thirty. "I really need to get more sleep." Harry got dressed and pulled a Gryffindor cloak over his robes, he stuck his wand into the belt he had gotten at Diagon Alley. He pulled on a pair of gloves and threw a cloak over his head as he scribbled a note that he put on his pillow.

Harry walked out of the castle entrance and onto the grounds, and looked for a secluded spot. He decided that nobody would bother looking behind the Quidditch Pitch. As he stood in the shadows of the Quidditch Pitch he conjured up a couple practice dummies. They didn't look like they would be able to take much, but they would have to do, Hermione was better at conjuring than he was but if he told her what he was going to he knew she would never have agreed to it.

Harry took a dueling pose he had seen Dumbledore take when he fought off the dementors last year. As he was about to start casting Merlin spoke, "The Dragon's Peak? Not a bad position, good for offensive or defensive casting, but I'd suggest the Thor's Hammer. It's better to be familiar with some of the more basic stances before progressing, Albus is able to use the Dragon's Peak because of his experience, you should start off with Thor's Hammer first then move on to the Dragon's Peak." Merlin sent Harry a mental image of what Thor's Hammer should have looked like and Harry raised his wand arm over his head as if about to bring down a hammer, his left hand was raised in a guard like posture and his legs were bent at the knee.

"Good, now swing you wand arm around and fire off a spell just as you bring your arm down near your nose." As Harry obliged a red jet of light slammed into a dummy's chest and it exploded, as Harry's wand arm had fallen to about waist level he reached over to his left side and brought it back up in an upward spring from his left waist to over his head as another dummy burst into pieces.

"You're a natural." Said Merlin as he materialized out of thin air, grinning. "Now when you bring you arm down you might want to take a step back it helps with the…."

Harry walked into the Great Hall, tired but happy. Merlin the Great was…Great. He knew Harry's strengths and weaknesses as if they were his own. Although, Harry had an inkling this was due to the fact that Merlin existed inside his mind most of the time.

As Harry sat down alone at the end of the Gryffindor table, Dumbledore rose to give a speech. The hall quieted instantly. Harry noticed that Dumbledore's face was unusually grim.

"As all of you know, Cedric Diggory died not long ago. He was murdered by Lord Voldemort. Before the news is broken tomorrow I would to inform all of you, one third of the dementors of Azkaban have defected and joined Lord Voldemort." A massive groan swept through the hall. "Do to these unfortunate circumstances we regret to inform you that you will not be returning to London by way of train. Instead we will be using the Floo Network to send you directly back to your homes. The members of the England Junior National Team and Reserve Team will of course be staying at Hogwarts over the summer for training and competition, the Finals of the Junior World Cup will be held at either Hogwarts or London to be determined by the Security Council. That is all."

Harry quickly looked over at the Ravenclaw Table and saw Cho was motioning for him to meet her at the Grounds. Harry stared at her apprehensively, she had; after all, gotten him twice now. She rolled her eyes and gave him a warm smile. "Damn, she knows I can't resist it when she smiles like that." Harry melted and nodded. She gave him another smile, he sighed and his eyes wandered into the distance. He didn't even notice when Ron and Hermione sat down next to him and started engaging him in conversation.

"Harry? Harry! Are you listening to me?" said Ron.

"Wha? Sorry." Said Harry as he left his reverie. He looked down at his watch. "Damn it! Cho is going to kill me! I'll see you guys later!"

"Did he just say Cho?" asked Ron in confusion. "Cho Chang?"

"I think so." Said Hermione. "I wonder what's going on."

"Beats me." Shrugged Ron as he attacked his food viciously.

Harry walked down to the Grounds looking around for Cho. He looked around and saw nobody, sighing he sat down. "Great. Bloody brilliant. Now I'm going to have to apologize to Cho." Where was she anyways? He could've sworn that this was where they met the last time.

"Harry…"

"What is it Merlin?" snapped Harry, he wasn't in the mood for conversation.

"Imobulus!" shouted a suspiciously familiar and mischievous voice from behind him.

Shit.

"I tried to warn you. Have fun now." Laughed Merlin.

Harry stared in horror as a grinning Cho Change appeared in front of him. She smiled as she took his wand from his belt. She poked him hard enough that he fell backwards. Still Immobilized. The glare in Harry's eyes along with that fact that he was still immobile was too much for Cho, she burst out laughing. After she had caught her breath she pointed her shaking wand at Harry and said with a shaking voice, "Autonomus." Harry sighed as the use of his body returned to him.

"I thought you said you weren't going to get me this time?" asked Harry with a raised eyebrow.

"Hmm? I just smiled at you." Said an innocent looking Cho.

"Whatever, what did you want anyways?" said Harry as he brushed off the slight to his pride.

"Well… I was thinking we could get to know each other a little better." Said Cho in a seductive tone, her eyes twinkling.

"Oh? And what did you have in mind?" asked Harry.

She climbed onto top of him and bent down to kiss him. However just as Cho was about to kiss Harry she suddenly pulled back, a worried scribbled all over her face.

"What's wrong Cho?" asked Harry.

"Nothing… It's just… This was how Ced and I had our first kiss…" whispered Cho as tears formed in her eyes. "Oh, god I'm being such a prat aren't I?"

"No!" said Harry forcefully. "Cho, you aren't a prat, you just need some time, I understand."

"Thank you Harry." Whispered Cho as she hugged him and laid her head down on his chest. He pulled her close to him as he lost himself in her chocolate eyes. "This is one of the things I like about you Harry. You're the kindest person I know."

"Harry, Cho I don't vant to interrupt vut we have our first game this Saturday." Said Krum as he looked down at them amusedly. The pair reluctantly broke apart as they went to get changed and grab their brooms.

Quidditch had never been so unappealing.

Harry's muffled groan was enough to make Cho laugh, He was lying face first in the ground, after a grueling Quidditch practice. Krum had made them do endurance exercises for five hours straight and immediately after had forced them to do complicated acrobatics in the air. Cho and Harry agreed on one point; Viktor Krum was a complete and utter sadist.

"He's a bloody slave driver! A sadist!" moaned Harry as Cho gave him a back rub. She grinned. It was amusing to see the Tri-Wizard Champion groaning on the ground.

"You know it will be worth it right? After we win the Cup." Said Cho hoping to cheer him up. He looked up at her and grinned.

"Yeah, I know it. At least I got to spend some time with you." Said Harry. Cho's cheeks flushed with color.

"You really are a romantic aren't you, Potter?" said Cho as she giggled.

"Um… Yes?" Harry had no idea how he was supposed to respond to that. At his words; or rather, lack thereof Cho just giggled harder.

"Alright, your turn Potter." Said Cho as she lay down on the ground. Harry got up and gently eased her long raven tresses to the side; he then proceeded to massage her muscles in circles, slowly releasing the knots of tension in them.

"You're really good at this Harry." Sighed Cho as she closed her eyes and concentrated on the relaxing feel spreading from her back. She couldn't believe how good he was at this. The soft, constant kneading of his hands soothed the aches and she felt herself getting drowsy.

"I could give you one every day if you'd like." Said Harry. Cho seemed happy, and when Cho was happy he felt happy.

"I'd like that very much Harry."

Harry began absentmindedly massaging Cho's back as his gaze wandered. As he was looking at the ripples in the lake, a sudden mental image exploded into his mind, he saw the images of a phoenix and a raven intertwined and in flight. White hot agony tore into him from his scar blinding him before he collapsed to the ground next to Cho.

Harry opened his eyes and stared into the face of a very worried Cho Chang. "Cho? What happened?" he groaned softly.

"Harry! Are you alright? You just fell to the ground." Said Cho with a worried tone.

"It was my scar. I saw… a phoenix and… a raven?" mumbled Harry as he rubbed his scar his eyes still half closed as he tried to focus.

"Here, let me." said Cho softly as she gently pulled his hands away from his head before slowly pressing to fingers to each of his temples and rubbing them in a circular motion. Harry sighed as the rhythmic flow eased his pain. "Does… does this happen often?" asked Cho with concern.

"Sometimes. Usually it only happens when Voldemort's around or something like that. It's… annoying but what can you do?" Harry shrugged as he pulled Cho's hands down.

"Thanks for that Cho. Now let me repay you…" said Harry with a smile as he playfully talked Cho to the ground, straddling her waist. Cho shrieked in surprise as she was suddenly looking up into twin pools of warm emerald. Their lips crashed against each other first softly then with increasing need as all thoughts except for the other flitted out of their minds. They did not get up for some time.