Sirius left Dumbledore's office for the Great Hall. Still no news on Harry. He felt desperate now…for some kind of sign. Anything. If only he could be out there, helping.

He sighed.

Looking in one of the empty classrooms he saw Remus, sleeping with his head on the desk, with a metal box beside him.

Sirius let his curiosity get the better of him, and he walked in quietly, being careful not to disturb Remus.

He lifted the small box in his hands and opened it. It seemed to contain a lot of paper…notes.

Looking closer he could see it was Remus's handwriting. He read one of them.

12.03am

The werewolves have decided to move eastward a bit, to try and join with Greyback's pack. Grutyll told me that Greyback will probably be on the lookout for us. Expecting a fight soon.

Remus Lupin

Sirius stared at the note. What on earth…

What was Remus doing with werewolves? That explained why he had been gone the past few months…But still…he hadn't told Sirius….and what was he doing there anyway?

Sirius deposited the note in the box and left, deciding to confront Moony later on.

When Moony finally turned up in the Gryffindor common room, he felt surprised when he saw Sirius sitting in one of the plush armchairs facing him.

"Sit down. Now." Sirius said, in a dangerously low voice.

Remus had no idea what had gotten Sirius so worked up, but he sat down anyway, glad for the comfy feel of the soft chair.

Sirius stared at Remus for a moment, as though trying to figure him out before talking again.

"Moony, you're my best friend. And as if Harry going missing for the moment isn't enough for me, now my best friend is lying and keeping things from me. Care to elaborate more on why you've been like this?"

Remus looked at the floor, then spoke.

"How did you find out?" he asked quietly.

"I found the notes in the box."

"Oh."

"Its more then just 'oh' Remus! You've been with werewolves for the past few months! Do you realise how much danger you've been in?"

Remus remained silent, and Sirius's eyes widened.

"…Please do not tell me that's how your shoulder…"

Remus glanced at his concerned friend.

"Does it matter if it is? I'm sorry Sirius. I've…I've been doing this for a while. It needed to be done. Dumbledore wanted a spy. Some one to see what's happening with the werewolf packs. Voldemort has many supporters in them. I had to leave in the end…."

Sirius listened to Remus's explanation and nodded.

"You better not plan on going back there."

"Don't worry. I don't think I am…"

Sirius sighed and leant back in his chair, watching the fire for a while.

"I just wish you had told me, that's all. You…and Harry…Its too much…I just want him back. I should have known something was going to happen."

Sirius spoke without looking up.

"I'm sorry Padfoot. And-and, its hard. I miss Harry too. I want him back as well. We'll find him. I know we will."

Remus looked into the fire as well.

Both friends sat in companiable silence, before Sirius noticed that Remus had fallen asleep. He changed into his black dog form, and curled up beside Remus's feet, exhausted and worried.

"NOOOOOOO!" Harry shouted, drenched in sweat as he woke up. He felt for his glasses and put them on.

He was in a dark room, no windows, grey walls, but very large and comfortable looking.

A wardrobe stood at one end of the room as well as a large sofa and a Slytherin banner.

Harry shuddered as he looked at the snake.

Getting up, he remembered where he was, and sat back down on his bed, feeling sick.

This was a nightmare. If only he could contact Sirius…or Remus…or Dumbledore.

Tears escaped his eyes, and he threw himself onto the bed and buried his head under the pillow, wishing he was anywhere but here.

He felt frustrated with Dumbledore and everyone. Surely they would be searching for him…Surely….

He wanted his wand. He didn't care if there were hundreds of Death Eaters. He would fight every one of them to get out of this hell. Stuck with Voldemort…and Barty Crouch Jr.

How fun.

Harry heard the door burst open and he swore he heard some one laugh.

"Getting too much for you, Harry?" asked Barty, looking at the boy with his head under a pillow, and fists clenched.

Harry sat up and gave Barty a venomous look.

"What do you want?"

"For you to come with me."

Harry knew it was useless resisting, so he followed Barty downstairs to a room.

Barty turned and looked at Harry, taking Harry's wand out of his pocket and chucking it towards to the boy at the same time.

"Show me what you've got." He said.

Harry stared at the guy and then looked at his wand, thinking maybe this was a trick………

"I'm not fighting you." He said quietly.

"Suit yourself." Said Barty, and shot Harry an expelliarmus spell. Harry hit the wall behind him, and clenched his fists, holding in the pain, whilst gritting his teeth.

Barty walked over to him, and held out his hand.

"Rule number one. You always fight. Never back away."

Harry stared at Barty's hand and absorbed the words…what did he mean…? Rule number one? What the…

He hesitantly took Barty's hand, who then twisted his arm and threw him to the ground.

"Number two. Don't accept offers of help from the enemy."

Harry grunted and shifted himself, so he could get up.

He had no clue what Barty was on about.

He held his wand out. Fine, if Barty wanted to see what he was made of, then he would show him.

He shot a stupefy spell at Barty who dodged it easily. Barty then sent another expelliarmus spell at Harry who blocked.

Harry rolled over on the ground to miss a stupefy spell sent just after, and sent a jelly legs jinx at Barty who lazily stepped aside and laughed.

"Those are simple, childish spells, Potter." Said a voice, and Harry looked around to see Voldemort standing and watching with an amused expression.

Harry bit his tongue to stop himself from asking Voldemort if he could do better. But Voldemort could see what Harry was thinking.

"Actually Mr Potter, I can."

Voldemort sent the crucio curse at Harry, who rolled on the ground in agony before releasing the curse and pulling Harry up.

Harry stepped away from Voldemort once he was on his feet again.

"You know, myself and Barty would not mind teaching you that curse if you wish to learn it."

Harry shook his head viciously.

"Never. I don't ever plan to harm innocent people."

Barty laughed and Voldemort smiled.

"There is no good and evil Harry. Only power. You of all must know that." He said.

Both of the men saw something flicker in Harry's eyes, before the boy looked down at the floor again.

Barty could tell they had gotten somewhere with the boy today, and inside he laughed happily. This was very good news.

Harry surprised both of them by walking out of the room and up the stairs to his 'temporary' room.

He fell onto his bed, feeling exhausted and weary. He wanted his family and friends here now, more then ever. But still, he couldn't help but ask himself…were they coming?

Authors note: Thankyou to everyone who has read, reviewed or added my story to story alert! I literally can't stop grinning at the moment. But anywayz, I have loads of chapters planned or ready, and you wont have to wait long for the next...sooo, thanks again:)