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Classes

After a fun weekend of Quidditch practise and friendly squabble between Sirius, James and Lily, Harry felt up for another week of classes.

He found it hard to get up on Monday morning but after some breakfast he had woken up enough to make it over to Transfiguration.

Today they were making toothpicks into needles, which Harry felt confident he would manage. As such he didn't listen to McGonagall's explanation.

"Five points Mr Potter for a successful transfiguration." Harry turned to see James grinning proudly. He turned to his own toothpick. It had not turned into a needle, he gave it another jab.

"Mr Potter! I am amazed, a first year…well done! Ten points to Gryffindor." Harry eyed the pin cushion he'd made with contempt. He'd tried to make a needle not a pin cushion.

As it turned out Harry didn't manage to make a needle during the lesson, not that Professor McGonagall noticed.

"Harry that was really advanced!" Lily gushed as soon as they got out of the classroom.

"I didn't mean for it to turn into that! I was trying to make a needle." Harry snapped feeling angry with himself. How could he have forgotten how to make a simple needle?

Sirius and James told him to stop moping and be happy with the ten points he'd made them.

"Don't you go and lose them now!" Lily called after them as they hurried of, mumbling about other commitments.

"Honestly! They have no manners at all!" She said on the way down to their charms lesson.

"Today class we will be working on the different wand movements we will be using during our next lessons." Lily was hanging on his every word, this being her favourite class. Remus was making notes already as well, looking a little pale.

Sirius and James were making little paper balls which they shoot away onto unsuspecting students.

"Stop that!" Lily hissed when they accidentally hit her in the neck.

"Sorry, Lil's!" Sirius said smiling cheekily and winking his eyes, making Lily blush. James was eyeing him suspiciously and turned grimly to Peter who was seated next to him. Sirius was taken aback and sported a confused look on his face, when James dragged Peter out of the classroom without waiting for him.

"You do know that James likes Lily, don't you?" Harry whispered, making Sirius look even more confused.

"I know." He said back.

"You smiled at her…" Harry said trailing out. Sirius snorted.

"Just so that she wouldn't yell at me!" He exclaimed, rolling his eyes.

"James doesn't seem to think so." Harry parried making Sirius run to catch James up.

"What did he want?" Lily asked. She'd been talking to Professor Flitwick over by the teacher's desk.

"Oh, just asking if I wanted in on a prank." Lily nodded.

"You're not, are you?" She asked suddenly, looking worried. Harry shook his head and started walking towards the Great Hall, ready for lunch. They had Potions with the Slytherin's after lunch and Harry knew from experience that he needed all the energy he could get.

Harry was relived to see that James and Sirius had settled their misunderstanding when the potions class began. He was a little worried about the fact that James refused to meet his eyes but when Sirius gave him a smile he shrugged it of to him being embarrassed.

"Does anyone in here know what a bezoar is and where I can find it?" Slughorn asked gazing out over the class, eyeing Lily, Severus and Harry especially. Harry raised his hand and was quickly picked by Slughorn to speak.

"It is used as an antidote for poisons, you can find it in the stomach of a goat." Harry said, feeling extremely giddy by the fact that Snape was writing his words down on a paper, having not known the answer.

"Oh Ho! Well done sir, well done! Take ten points for that my boy, Very important to know about…the Bezoar that is." Slughorn started writing on the board, smiling brightly at Harry every now and then.

"How did you know that Harry?" Lily asked amazed once the class was over.

"Oh, his dad was a potions master. Pretty famous from what dad says!" James said off handily, making Harry stop mid step.

WHAT, no wonder Snape was on him about potions, Harry thought, scowling to himself. Angry that no one had seen it fit to tell him another thing about his family history, Harry stormed to the Quidditch pitch where he was going to have another of his practise sessions.

It went all right, although the captain and one of the seventh year girl chasers kept gushing over how such a little boy could fly in such a big way. Needles to say, Harry felt glad when he finally was sent back to the common room.

He sensed that something was of the moment he stepped in through the portrait hole. You could cut the tension with a knife.

"What?" He asked, eyeing his gang of friends curiously.

"Um, I'm sorry about talking about your dad earlier…" Harry eyed James confused.

"What?" He asked again, sitting down on a chair after yawning loudly, the practise had been extra hard as they had a game coming up soon.

"Are you not angry?" James asked hopefully, finally looking up at Harry.

"Look, I haven't got a clue about what you're talking about." Harry said eying the rest of them confused. Lily, who was seated next to James, patted James on the hand and stood up.

"Well since I was right and you were wrong, I'll just leave you boys to it. Goodnight." Harry gave her a weak wave, completely baffled.

"Mm, I think I'll do the same." Remus said standing up and stretching. He looked quite tired and Harry vowed to check up on what faze the moon was in, the next day.

"Why did you just leave like that earlier? I thought you were angry with me." James muttered uncomfortable from the sofa.

"James said that your dad was a potions master and the next thing that happened was that you stormed away without a word." Sirius explained as Harry kept looking confused.

"Oh! I wasn't angry with you…I just…eh…" Harry didn't know what to say. He was supposed to have known that being his son.

"It's all right! I was just worried that you were angry with me." James said relived, Sirius rolled his eyes and walked towards the dormitory stairs.

"You coming or what?" He asked over his shoulder, making both James and Harry rise.

"How was practise?" James suddenly asked, making Sirius turn around abruptly and walk back to them, he pushed Harry down on the sofa with an eager look on his face.

Harry had to tell them every detail of the practise before they finally let him go to sleep.

James vowed to make it onto the team for next year, he was smiling as he pulled the duvet up to his chin talking longingly about how good he was going to be. Harry felt himself snoozing of. He was surprised at the ease in which he fell asleep, it was almost as if he'd been hit in the head by a bludger and blacked out.

He shook his head as he suddenly woke up, feeling as if he had cotton wool plugged inside his ears. He tried reaching for his glasses on the bedside table but found that he couldn't move his arm.

Opening his eyes he felt as if he was going to be sick. The world was spinning around him in different colours and he kept hearing voices.

"…your son…about the boy?" Harry froze, he had bile rising in his throat but that voice was just too familiar to lose track of. He was having another vision.

"Master please…I beg…it's hard for him…" Harry felt unbearable pain spread through his body and guessed that he was under the crutiatus.

"…up! Please Harry!" Harry heard James call out for him, James was pulling at him trying desperately to wake him up. Sirius was standing behind him with huge eyes. Harry leaned over the bed and threw up, making Sirius wrinkle his nose in disgust.

"Are you all right Harry?" He asked once he noticed that Harry's gaze was on him.

"No he's not! Can't you see that?" James snapped, patting Harry's hand worriedly.

"Was it another one of those…" Harry stopped him from continuing with a glare.

"Remus is getting Professor McGonagall." Sirius said, backing away from the bed thinking that Harry was going to be sick again. Harry noticed that Peter wasn't in the room.

"Where's Pettigrew?" He asked suspiciously.

"Oh, he went with Remus, he scurried after him like a mouse running away from a cat." Sirius said snorting, Harry wasn't really amused. He'd been trying to keep an eye out for Peter ever since he'd found him going through his trunk, but the boy seemed to keep really close to James and Sirius. Harry was proud that Crookshanks the second didn't like him, it felt good knowing that he wasn't the only one. Harry had made James promise to not talk about the Potters near Peter, just in case Malfoy still was threatening him. This was just what Malfoy would want to hear about, him having nightmares or visions.

"Right, what's this I hear about blood curling screams?" McGonagall came in wearing her nightgown looking a little irritated having been woken up.

"Harry had a…ow, Harry?" Harry had smacked James hard on the arm, Peter was standing next to McGonagall.

"It was just a dream." Harry told the Professor, rubbing his acing eyes.

"It was not! He had another one at home this summer and Madam Pomfrey had to give him some medicine." James said moving away from Harry's bed.

"You should tell the truth, this is serious! Mum said that I had to keep an eye out for you in case you had another one." Harry nodded tiredly giving up, James looked worked up and worried and Harry didn't want to argue with him.

"Is this true Mr Potter? Should I be taking you to the hospital wing?" McGonagall asked, James was already pulling Harry out of bed, making Harry stand up to quickly. Harry went down like a sack of potatoes and would have hit the ground if it hadn't been for McGonagall's quick wand work.

Harry woke up in the hospital wing a little later, with Madam Pomfrey hovering over him.

"Is it the same as this summer, Mr Potter?" She asked making Harry nod.

"Well it looked all funny, and it was really short. James woke me up before it really had a chance to hurt too much." Harry admitted making her purse her lips.

"Did you have a healer that you went to when these attacks happened?" She asked taking out a note pad from a pocket.

"No, not really. It gets better after a while, I'm kind of used to them now." Harry said. She didn't look to happy about that.

"Didn't your…Oh never mind." She turned and produced a goblet of Calming draft.

"Here you go Mr Potter, if you could drink this." Harry eyed it wearily.

"Can't I have a dreamless sleep potion instead?" He asked making her shake her head.

"There not really good for you, it's very easy to get addicted to them. I'm sure that you can go back to sleep. Would you like me to stay?" Harry shook his head and eyed her disappointedly. It wasn't really that easy to go to sleep after dreaming about Voldemort.

The matron walked over to her office after wishing Harry a goodnight. Harry was awake for at least another hour trying to think about different Quidditch exercises before finally succumbing to his tiredness and falling asleep.

The next morning he was awoken by the matron and given permission to leave the infirmary. He meet James on the way up to the Gryffindor tower.

"Are you all right? What did she say? Should we write to mum?" Harry smiled shyly when James gave him a hard hug.

"I was really worried, at first you were just speaking and then your whole body kind of twisted around. It was really scary." James whispered into his ear.

"I really don't like them. The you-know-what." He said.

"Neither do I." Harry agreed. He was finally freed from his hug when Lily stepped out from the portrait hole.

"Oh what are you two doing up so early? I thought I was the only one waking up at this time." Lily eyed James who looked as if he'd been up all night.

"You haven't been up to trouble have you?" She asked sternly eyeing Harry's clothes. They were wrinkly and he had dirt on his trousers from the day before.

"Are you wearing the same clothes again?" She asked putting her hands to her hips, disapprovingly.

"Harry was sick yesterday, he went to the hospital wing." James said making her furrow her brows in worry.

"Did you have a cold? Are you better now?" She asked putting her hand on his forehead.

"Yes I'm fine now, just a little tired." Harry answered yawning.

"I'm just going to go up and change and then I'll be down with you guys." He said hurrying in through the portrait hole hoping to get away from all the questions he could see forming in Lily's eyes.

The other boys were all still sleeping when Harry gently entered the dormitory, he quietly grabbed a set of robes and changed in the bathroom trying not to make to much noise.

Lily and James sat speaking on the sofa when Harry remerged.

"Oh good, I'm starving!" James exclaimed when he caught sight of Harry. His stomach growled as if to agree with his statement. Lily giggled and pulled at them to hurry up. She had changed since the boy's apologise, she was still following the rules and had her occasional squabble with Sirius who seemed to like it when she huffed after him. But the change had been biggest in her approach with James, she could even ask him for help in transfiguration if she was having a good day. James of course, thrived in her attention and was constantly studying his transfiguration books so that he could be a step a head of her. McGonagall had eased up on her surveillance of James and Sirius a little as James had shown such good skills in her subject. She didn't after all want the boy to loose interest in her subject.

Harry was surprised to see most of the Ravenclaw table filled and half of the Slytherin's down for breakfast all ready. He was so busy inspecting the other tables that he missed McGonagall walking down from the high table.

"How are you feeling today Mr Potter?" She asked.

"I'm all right thanks." Harry answered her yawning again.

"You let me know if you need to have a rest later on." She said, surprising him, before walking back to the teachers table, Harry was annoyed to see the other professors asking her about him. Dumbledore sent him a searching look that Harry avoided by looking down on the table pretending to choose what to eat.

"I think the headmaster wants to get your attention, Harry." Lily whispered after a while making Harry turn towards the headmaster. Dumbledore's face seemed to ask if he was fine and Harry nodded.

"Too early…what are you doing up at this time?" Sirius asked tiredly before letting his head fall down on the table.

"Oh we're revising all of the work we've been doing so far for the surprise test we're having today." Lily said brightly, making Sirius eye them in horror.

"Just teasing. Woke you up though." Lily giggled at Sirius scowl.

"Revising…" He muttered rubbing his eyes.

"Oh! Are you all right now?" Sirius asked turning to Harry, he seemed to have just remembered what had happened the night before.

"What did happen yesterday?" Lily asked curiously eyeing Harry.

"Harry had this really bad nightmare, he was sick and all!" Sirius said, now completely awake, happy to know something that she didn't.

"Oh, that's terrible. Did you manage to fall asleep again? Do you want to talk about it?" She asked worriedly.

"Nah, I'm fine now. McGonagall took me down to see Pomfrey and then I kind of fell asleep later on." Lily nodded worriedly.

"Is there anything I can do? Oh, I know! You can borrow my dream catcher." Sirius looked amused at her.

"What's a dream catcher?" He snorted.

"Oh, I bought it on a garage sale, it's supposed to catch the bad dreams you have…" Sirius was by now laughing out right.

"There's no such thing as a dream catcher! Dreams aren't real!" Lily glared at him.

"If she believes in it then it must work!" James said forcefully ending the conversation.

Luckily Sirius decided not to keep pestering Lily about the dream catcher.