AN: Hey Everyone!!! Here is the long awaited Chapter Seven. I've spent a lot of time the other day typing this up for all of you so be thankful. I literally just finished chapter eight and sent it off to Luke for editing so I should be able to post that one soon as well. I wan to try and get as much of this story typed up as I can before I go down East at the end of this next week, because after that I may not be able to post anything more until September cause I won't have access to a computer. Anyways. I hope you enjoy this chapter and if you asked questions in your reviews, I've answer, or tried to answer, as much of them as I could and the bottom of this chapter. Have fun reading!!!
– Chapter Seven –
Power and PuzzlesHarry couldn't sleep. He had awakened about an hour ago from another nightmare of the Third Task. He still couldn't get the images out of his head. But that wasn't all that wouldn't leave him alone. The memories of the Dursleys were still fresh in his mind. How they had hurt him and neglected him. How they had forced him to the point where he almost committed suicide, more then once. How he had written all those nasty poems and notes about death, pain, and suicide. He hoped that Sirius, or anyone for that matter, never found out about that.
He sat up and sighed. Dumbledore had been right. He was tired. But he would find no rest in his sleep. Not where those memories haunted him. He wouldn't find peace there. He'd have to do something else to try and rest cause sleep was not an option.
He turned and pulled his glasses on over his eyes. Flame was perched by his bedside, floating slightly in her sleep. He was still trying to process what Dumbledore had said about her. It was all still too hard to believe. Fawkes was Flame's father, and Harry owned her. 'I guess it will just take some getting use too,' he thought.
Harry decided to go down into the Common Room and just sit by the fire. That had always helped comfort him and allowed him to think. With that in mind, he pulled back the sheets of the bed and climbed out. The floor was cold against his feet and he shivered slightly at the cold air in the room.
He decided to bring his school cloak to keep him warm so he grabbed it and threw it on as he headed towards the door. Little did he know that there was a beautiful scarlet phoenix perched on the windowsill outside, watching him closely.
He slowly made his way into the Common Room only to find that Sirius was still up and was quietly reading a book by the fire. Harry noticed that his Godfather looked a lot happier and heather then he every remembered seeing him.
Sirius looked up when he heard someone enter the room. He frowned slightly at seeing Harry. "You look dreadful Harry. You should rest."
Harry chuckled slightly as he sat down on the sofa bedside Sirius. "I tried. It worked for about an hour. But I can't sleep anymore."
Sirius sighed and put his book down. He had a feeling what this might be about. "More nightmares?"
Harry nodded. Sirius already knew about Harry having nightmares, having had to clam him down from one, one night when they had been on the run. It wasn't the prettiest sight Sirius had ever seen, but he had tried his best to comfort his Godson, who really had needed it at the time.
"Do you want to talk about it?" Sirius asked, knowing the answer could very well be 'No'. Harry wasn't the type of person to like to talk about their feelings. He always thought he was burdening people with his problems when that was never the case.
"I'm not sure." Harry answered honestly. He was sort of starting to get use to having Sirius around all the time and acting like a father figure for him. And frankly, he enjoyed it. Sirius was the closest thing Harry had ever had to a real father and he felt that he could share almost anything with him. But there were some tings, like this, that he wasn't sure he could tell anyone about.
"You know you can tell me anything Harry. I've been told I make a great listener. Well, I do now anyways." Sirius said, trying to make Harry laugh little. In truth he was a good listener, but in the past, before his days in Azkaban, he never waited for anyone or anything.
Harry looked up at Sirius, too tried to pick up on Sirius's joke. His dark emerald eyes showed Sirius just how tormented he really was. "I know. It's just that sometimes… sometimes I find it hard to explain things. Even to you."
Sirius nodded in understanding. "You can take as long as you need Harry." As Harry looked up at him again, Sirius could almost see his best friend looking out at him from those eyes. Harry wasn't all that different from James. If Harry had been giving the same life that James had had, he would only be able to tell them apart by the eyes.
"It's just…" Harry began. "No matter what I do, the… memories from the Tournament won't go away. It's almost as if… I'm cursed to re-live it every night. I keep seeing the same things. Cedric's death, Voldemort's rebirth, the Death Eaters, my parents' echoes coming out of Voldemort's wand, Cedric's final request…" Harry trailed off finding the memories just too painful.
Sirius moved closer to him and pulled him into a hug. He knew how hard all this must be on Harry, having gone through something similar. He knew it hurt and that the hurt would never fully go away.
"It's my fault Cedric's dead." Harry whispered, staring at the raging fire.
Sirius leaned back a bit and forced Harry to met his gaze. "It's not your fault Harry. Stop blaming yourself for it. You couldn't have done anything. You couldn't have known what was going to happen."
"But I could have done something. If I hadn't asked Cedric to take the cup with me, he wouldn't have been killed." Harry answered, finding it harder to speak as his throat felt tight.
"Harry, listen to me. You couldn't have known that the cup was a Portkey. You were only trying to be fair. You couldn't have known. The Diggory's don't blame you, Dumbledore doesn't blame you and I certainly don't blame you." Sirius didn't know if this was a hopeless battle or not. In Harry's case, sometimes you just had to say the right thing for him to believe you.
Harry nodded. He knew his Godfather was right, but he couldn't help but blame himself. If only he had done things a little differently, then maybe Cedric would still be here.
Sirius sighed. He wasn't sure he was getting anywhere with this. Harry really need to get some rest before he sat down to try and sort through everything that happened, but he wouldn't get any rest with these nightmares plaguing him.
Harry looked back at the raging fire, his mind elsewhere. He wanted to stop thinking about what had happened and wanted to try and deal with everything else, like the up coming school year. Ron and Hermione would be getting here tomorrow and maybe with them here they could put their heads together and think of some fun things to do.
That's when Harry remembered. "Sirius?" Sirius looked down at him. "You said that you'd tell me about those books I had to get. You know, the ones you and dad wrote."
Sirius sighed. He really didn't feel like talking about this at the moment, but he promised Harry. "Well, we wrote them a year or so after we graduated. Your mother was pregnant with you at the time and both James and I were working tirelessly at the Ministry trying to capture as many Death Eaters as we could. James finally decided to sit down one day and just write about some of the things we did and some tips to help others. I, of course, wanted to write something on Dueling. I was one of the best ones, besides James that is, and as I recall, Hogwarts was acutely using my books for Defense against the Darks Arts. Of course after I was put in Azkaban I guess they stopped using them."
Harry nodded. "I'm sorry Sirius."
Sirius shook his head. "Don't be. It's not your fault. At least I know that my books will still be put to good uses." Harry looked at him and smiled.
Sirius smiled back. "Oh, that reminds me. Go get the first Volume of James' books and mine and bring them here. I want to show you something."
Harry nodded and was just about to hop of the sofa to get them when they heard something. A scream pierced the silence of the Common Room. Both Harry and Sirius stood immediately. Sirius pulled out his wand and Harry did the same, glad that he had left his wand inside his robes.
There was suddenly an explosion. The portrait burst open and a cold chill went up Harry's spine. He could faintly hear screaming in the background and then it got louder. 'No, please. Not Harry! Take me instead!!!' 'Lily take Harry and run! It's him! Go, I'll hold him off!!' 'Please No!!!!' Harry screamed in his mind.
Dementors slowly swiped into the room. Harry tried to focus on a happy memory before the screams of his mother and father drowned everything out. He heard all the Dementors suck in a rattling breath and the cold seemed to crash down upon him.
Sirius leaped forward and cried, "EXPECTO PATRONUM!!!" A silver wolf erupted from the end of Sirius's wand and charged towards the Dementors. A few stumbled back and exploded, but the others kept coming. Harry saw one of the Dementors grab Sirius by the neck and flung him across the room, away from him. Sirius slammed into the wall and fell hard. He tried to stand, but failed. A Dementor glided towards Sirius and prepared to lower its hood. "No!!!" Harry screamed and raised his was towards the Dementor as it's mouth came closer to Sirius's.
'Come on Harry!!! You can do this!!! I know you can!!! Just concentrate!!!' Said a voice from within Harry's head that was not his own and with a force and power unknown to him, Harry shouted, "EXPECTO PATRONUM!!!" The stag erupted from Harry's wand. But it was no longer silver. It was pulsing gold. The stag galloped towards the Dementor and slammed into it hard. It felt back, exploded with such a force that Harry's patronous expanded and filled the room, whipping out the remaining Dementors. They all exploded with a show of red sparks.
Harry collapsed onto the floor just as Professor Dumbledore and McGonagall walked in followed by the three people Harry had met earlier that evening. McGonagall along with Abigail, Donavan, and Ethan made their way over to Sirius to make sure he was okay. Harry tried to get up and go to him, but his legs gave out from under him and Dumbledore gently pushed him back down.
"Sirius will be fine Harry." He said.
Harry just nodded. He felt awful, like all of his strength had gone into that attack. His forehead was dripping in sweat and he was visibly shaken.
He rested his head on the side of the sofa as Dumbledore took out a huge slab of chocolate and handed it to him. " I want you to eat all of this Harry." Harry nodded and started to nibble on the chocolate. He felt the warmth spread through him and the affects of the Dementors was starting to ware off, but he still felt sick and drained. Dumbledore patted him lightly on the back. "Just rest here a moment, okay?" Harry nodded again and Dumbledore left him to go over to Sirius.
Sirius sat on the floor leaning against the wall. He was also pretty shaken, but he wasn't nearly as bad as Harry. Dumbledore knelt down beside him. "What happened?"
Sirius looked up at him. "I'm not sure anymore. One minute, Harry and I were talking and the next there was a dozen Dementors in here. I tried to drive them off, but they got the better of me. One of them was going to give me the kiss, but Harry managed to stop it, I think."
Dumbledore nodded. He had seen Harry's patronous. He still wasn't quite sure how that had happened though. He pulled out some more chocolate and handed it to Sirius. Sirius took it and asked, "Is Harry okay?"
Dumbledore smiled. "He is so exhausted that he can barley lift his head, but he will be fine with some rest." Dumbledore stood and faced Abigail, Ethan and Donavan. "I believe those new wards we have been discuss should be put up now. We can afford to wait until tomorrow." All three nodded and swiftly left the room.
Dumbledore turned to McGonagall. "There is a man up in my office that I had to leave suddenly. Will you please inform him of what has happened and tell them I will be there in a moment. And please don't be surprised to see him. I'll explain everything once I get there."
"Of course." And then she too was on her way.
Sirius got up from the floor and moved swiftly over to Harry. Harry watched him closely, but was still too tired to move. "How are you?" Sirius asked as he knelt down beside him.
"Tried," was Harry's simple reply. He looked up at Dumbledore. "What did I do?"
Dumbledore sighed. "Don't worry about it Harry. I will explain it all later. But I will tell you that the reason you're taking those special courses is because of what you just did. Understand?"
Harry nodded. He was feeling much too tired to question Dumbledore any further. Sirius gently picked him up and stood. He frowned slightly when he realized how light Harry was and he was again reminded of the Dursleys. 'Dame those Dursleys!' he thought to himself.
Before Sirius went up stairs to the dormitory with Harry, Dumbledore said, "Sirius, after you get Harry into bed, would you come to my office for a moment. There are things we need to discuss and don't worry about Harry. I'll have that taken care of." Sirius nodded and Dumbledore left, repairing the portrait and having an argument with it as he went.
Sirius slowly climbed the stairs to the boy's dormitory and gently laid Harry down in bed, being careful not to wake Flame. Harry watched his Godfather before asking, "Sirius, what were you going to show me before, you know?"
Sirius sighed and sat down on the bed beside Harry. He leaned forward and pulled out two of Harry's textbooks. One of his and one of James'. He first held James's up and opened the book to the first page. He showed it to Harry who had to lean closer to see it. There was a dedication written there. It read:
To my loving wife, Lily.
Who has always supported me in whatever I have done.
To my best friends Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew
For being the best friends anyone could ever have and for all the fun we had
And lastly to my son, Harry
Who has been my joy in life from the day he was born.
"When you father finished the book, you couldn't have been more then a month old, but hey, we all loved you anyways." Sirius smiled. Harry couldn't believe what he had just read. His father had dedicated his books not only to his mother and his father's friends, but to him as well.
Then Sirius opened up his book to the first page and showed it to Harry. There was also a dedication written there. It read:
To my three best friends James Potter, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew
Who have been the only ones to tolerate me and oh course to have fun
And to my Godson Harry,
Who has taught me so much in such a short amount of time.
Harry looked up at Sirius puzzled. "What did you mean?"
Sirius smiled. "Well, let's just say that before you were born I had always been a little reckless. But then when you were born I couldn't be that way. You really expected me to act crazy around an enfant. You made me, sort of change the way I acted and at the same time, I saw things different."
Harry nodded. "You do realized that people are going to be on me all the time about my dad's books, right?"
Sirius laughed. "I'm sure you can deal with it. Now, get some rest." He took the books and put them back down in Harry's trunk. He then pulled the covers up over Harry and put Harry's glasses on the bedside table. He was about to turn and leave when he heard Harry say, "Sirius?"
Sirius turned back to face Harry and looked down at him. "What is it Harry?"
Harry smiled. "Don't ever scare me like that again." He answered.
Sirius chuckled slightly. "I'll try not too. Good night Harry." And with that, he left.
It only took Harry and few moments to fall asleep, but again he failed to notice the beautiful scarlet Phoenix that was perched outside the window, watching him.
Harry walked down one of the many corridors in Hogwarts, just thinking. It was only 6 o'clock in the morning and yet Harry was already up. You would think that he would have slept for days considering how exhausted he had been the night before, but his dreams had troubled him again.
At first they had been rather enjoyable. He had been playing on an international Quiddicth team and he had almost caught the snitch. But then he had fallen from his broom and had landed hard in the graveyard again with Cedric beside him.
'Why won't they just leave me alone?' Harry thought to himself as he continued down the hall. Ever since the Third Task these nightmares have haunted him. And now every time he woke up from them he would total forget that he was at Hogwarts and not still with the Dursleys. 'I wonder what Sirius did to Uncle Vernon anyways,' he thought to himself.
Then he heard it. The beautiful song that always seemed to comfort him. The Phoenix song. Harry turned to see Flame gliding swiftly towards him. He smiled as she landed on his shoulder.
"Sleep well?" He asked as he stocked her flaming red coat. She sang out happily and rubbed her head against his. He smiled. "I'll take that as a yes then." She saw out to him in reply.
"Come on then. Let's see what's for breakfast." Harry turned once again and head down in corridor in the Direction of the Great Hall.
When Harry finally stepped into the Great Hall he saw that he was the last one to get there. Dumbledore looked up at him and smiled. "Ah, Harry. Hungry?" He asked as Harry took a seat in between Sirius and McGonagall.
"Starving." Harry answered as he started loading his plate.
Sirius chuckled. "Well after driving all those Dementors away last night, I'm not in the least bit surprised. You can sure pack a punch Harry."
Harry smiled up at him. Then a thought occurred to him. "Pro-Albus, how did the Dementors get it?" He wasn't all that use to calling his headmaster by his first name and it still felt a little weird for him.
"We're still not entirely sure. We believe they may have come in through a secret passage, but there are so many of them that it's hard to tell," said Dumbledore.
Harry nodded. "Also Harry, when your finished, would you please meet me out in the Entrance Hall. I would like to discuss some things with you before your friends arrive."
"Sure." And Dumbledore left them to eat in peace.
Harry then turned his attention back to his food and started to eat as Flame started nibbling on some fruit that he had put in a bowl for her. Sirius lend back in his chair. "So, what do you want to do today?" He asked.
Harry shrugged. "I'm not sure. I was thinking maybe, when everyone gets here, we could all go and pay a game of Quidditch."
Sirius smiled. "That should be fun. Al least we'll be able to play with the real balls and not with apples. Dumbledore said you could."
Harry's mood suddenly brightened when he heard that. He hadn't played a decent game of Quidditch since his Third year. It'd be great to go flying around the Quidditch pitch looking for the snitch or just throwing the Quaffle around.
Harry quickly finished his breakfast and made his way out into the entrance hall with Flame perched on his shoulder. He saw Dumbledore standing at the top of the stairs like he had been yesterday when he and Sirius had arrived.
Dumbledore turned towards Harry and smiled when he realized that Flame was with him. " I see that you and Flame are getting along well."
Harry smiled and stroked Flame. "Yes. I think she really likes me, though I don't mind. I enjoy having her around."
Dumbledore's eyes twinkled behind his half moon glasses. "As you should."
Harry looked up at Dumbledore again, not caching the hidden meaning in Dumbledore's words. "So what did you want to talk to me about?" he asked.
"I told you last night that you would be needing to talk extra courses besides your normal ones. I wanted to know if you have any questions concerning that."
"Well," Harry began, "I was wondering why your making me take them now and why so many of them. I remember when Hermione had that time-turner back in our third year and she got totally exhausted from the amount of work she had."
Dumbledore nodded in understanding. "Well, as you know Voldemort is back and is main target will most likely be you. We're trying to prepare you in case you end up having to face him again unexpectedly. Also, as you saw last night, your powers are getting stronger and we need to have them trained before they get too uncontrollable. But I must ask you not to worry about the amount. Your timetable has been alter so that you're only in classes about forty-five minutes longer then normal."
Harry nodded. "But if that's the case, Voldemort being after me that is, why is it that no one else will be taking this extra lessons with me?"
"That, Harry, is a matter that I'm not at liberty to discuss with you at this time." Said Dumbledore.
Harry sighed. He didn't like it when things were kept from him, which seemed to happen a lot. But what could he do about it. "So, what types of extra course will I be taking?" he asked.
"You'll be taking more Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Care of the Magic Creatures, Potions (Harry groaned), and more Divinations." Harry sighed and put his head down in his hands. More Divinations and more Potions. This year was going to kill him. Dumbledore smiled. "I take it you don't like Divinations."
Harry shook his head. "No, it's just…. It's just I can't stand Professor Twelawney, sir. I can't seem to be able to go through one lesson without her predicting my death at least once." Dumbledore chuckled upon hearing this.
"Not to worry, Harry. In light of the present events, Professor Twelawney will not be returning to Hogwarts this year. Family matters, I'm afraid." Dumbledore smiled at the look of relief on Harry's face.
"But, who will be teaching us then?" Harry asked.
"An old friend of mine named Atticus Toggart. He is a real seer and has been kind enough to take Twelawney's place while she is away. He will be the one giving you your extra lessons in Divinations." Said Dumbledore.
Just then the school doors opened to reveal Remus Lupin, Hermione Granger, and the entire Weasley family. Ron and Hermione looked up to see Dumbledore standing at the top of the steps and then noticed Harry standing beside him with a beautiful scarlet phoenix perched on his shoulder.
"Harry!" The both shouted, dropping their trunks then running madly up the steps to greet him. Flame seemed to sense what was going to happen and took flight just in time. Ron and Hermione both hugged Harry at the same time and he hugged them back. He had missed them so much. Hermione and Ron pulled away. "Oh, Harry, we're so glad you're alright. We were so worried." Said Hermione as Flame reclaimed her place on Harry's shoulder.
"Ya mate. We thought that maybe You-Know-Who had got you or something." Ron added only to earn a glare from Hermione.
"Well, Voldemort didn't get me, but some other things did. Come on, I'll tell you on the way." Said Harry. And they grabbed their trunks and headed up towards Gryffindor Tower.
It was then that Ron and Hermione noticed the Scarlet Phoenix on Harry's shoulder. "Harry, where did that phoenix come from?" said Hermione.
Harry smiled. "Well I guess that's the best place to start the story. I got her yesterday, when Sirius and I were in Diagon Alley getting my school supplies. At the very bottom of the list it asked me to get a phoenix, though I didn't think I was going to find one. Phoenixes are really rare."
Hermione nodded in agreement. "Yes, they are extremely rare. But I thought Phoenixes choose their owners. They're shown a mental picture of their owners before they find them."
"That's what Dumbledore said. But Dumbledore also said that Flame's mental picture was of me. He said that she was around me a lot when I still lived with my parents," said Harry.
"You had a Phoenix around you when you were younger?! Wicked," said Ron
"Not just wicked, Ron. Harry, did Dumbledore tell you what Phoenixes are cable of doing to little children?" said Hermione, making Harry a little uneasy.
"No. Why, is it bad?" he asked, frowning a little.
She made a face. "Oh, no Harry, I didn't mean it that way. Phoenixes are very loyal and loving creatures. They're the symbol for good. I read in a book somewhere that little children who have been around Phoenixes as children are generally very kind and work their hardest for the side of good."
"Well, that's not a bad thing," said Harry. "Why did you sound worried about it?"
Hermione shook her head. "Never mind. It's nothing." But Harry could see that it was more then just nothing, but he decided not to push the issue.
"So what happened after you found the little note from Dumbledore?" said Ron.
"I went to the Magical Meragine's to see if they had any Phoenixes and they did. Flame here." Flame straighten up on Harry's shoulder and showed herself off proudly. Harry looked up at her and shook his head. "Fine, be a show-off." Flame just merely sang out at this.
"Anyways, when I came out, there was a Death Eater watching me," said Harry, turning his attention back to his friends.
"You didn't get hurt, did you?" asked Hermione as they reached the portrait which Dumbledore had restored. The Fat lady was still very shaken though and had only agreed to continue because Dumbledore had reassured her that there were more things being done to protect Hogwarts from entry by people with ill intentions.
"No. As Sirius would say, I kicked Malfoy's ass. Cherry Cluster." Said Harry, and the portrait swung open to let them in.
They entered the Common room and Hermione and Ron dumped their trunks by the sofa. Harry flopped down in a nearby chair and sighed. He was still extremely tired from last night, but knew that there was no chance of him getting anymore sleep. Besides, he wanted to spend some time with his friends. He hadn't seen them since the ride home.
Ron sat himself down on the sofa across from Harry. He could tell something was bugging his friend and he wanted to know what it was. "What's the matter, Harry?" said Ron.
Harry just shook his head. 'I don't need this.' "Nothing."
Hermione saw right through it. "Harry, you know you can't lie very well. We know all about the Dementor attack at the Dursleys and then with the attack yesterday, you can't tell us that you're just fine." Hermione crossed her arms over her chest making it perfectly clear to Harry that they weren't going to let him off the hook.
Harry sighed in defeat. But what could he tell them? They'd see right through him, wouldn't they? "I'm just tired. I haven't been getting much sleep lately and Dumbledore just informed me that I will be taking extra course this year on top of the ones I already have. It's just all starting to get to be too much." It wasn't a total lie. He was stressed out about all of that, but he was more worried about his nightmares and about this growing fear in his cheat that this is all a dream and that his Uncle is just going to wake him up with a good beating any minute now.
Hermione looked interested. "Extra lessons?"
Harry looked up at her too see amassment and a bit of jealously creep into her eyes. He silently laughed at her. 'Same old Hermione,' he thought. "Ya. I need to take more Defense, Transfiguration, Divination, Care of the Magic Creatures, and, oh, they're starting up the Dueling club again."
Ron scowled. "Divination! You mean you have to put up with that old bat even more now, oh man, do I ever feel sorry for you."
Harry laughed. "Don't worry about it, Ron. Supposedly Twelawney had to leave. Family matters I heard, and an old friend of Dumbledore's, who is a real seer, will be filing in for her."
Ron's mouth dropped open. "You mean, we don't have to put up with that crazy old coot anymore?" Harry nodded. "Alright!" Ron jumped up and punched the air, which startled Flame. She sang out in annoyance.
"So who is this friend?" Hermione asked, watching Ron jump up and down like an idiot.
Harry shrugged also watching Ron make a fool of himself. "His name is Atticus Toggart, I think, but I haven't met him yet."
Flame sang out again. "Ron, I'd stop that. Younger Phoenixes have been known to get very irritated and have even sometimes-" To late. Flame had left Harry's shoulder and was now trying to burn Ron's hair.
Ron ducked out of the way just barely missing the flames. Hermione merely shook her head. "I tried to warn you."
The cloaked figure walked slowly down the hall and stopped at a window that over looked the Quidditch pitch. He looked out and sighed. Harry, Ron, and Hermione had left Gryffindor Tower awhile ago and were now outside playing Quidditch with Sirius, Remus and a few of the other Weasleys.
He watched in amusement as Harry pretended to see the snitch to throw Sirius off and dived straight down to the ground. Sirius quickly followed. Then, centimeters from the ground, Harry pulled out of his dive. He laughed as Sirius smashed into the ground. Luckily he wasn't hurt… too badly.
Harry then saw the snitch for real this time and quickly dived after it. He caught it easily. The figure smiled. But it faded as quickly as it had come. He had lost that. He had lost the chance to spend time with his son. Voldemort had taken his son away from him and did god only knows what to him. They still couldn't figure out what Voldemort had done to him. Sirius had said that all Voldemort wanted was for him to suffer, be he wasn't just suffering. He was starting to lose his mind.
The cloaked figure shook his head. 'You can't think about that. It will only make things worst,' he said to himself. But how much worst could things get. He was supposed to stay in Dumbledore's office, out of sight. No one was even supposed to know he was here. The only people that did know were Dumbledore, Sirius, Remus and now Professor McGonagall.
He watched Harry make fun of Sirius for crashing and smiled as Sirius started to chase him. Reluctantly, he pulled away from the window and started to head back to Dumbledore's office. But when Professor Snape rounded the corner, he saw nothing. The hall was empty. Snape stood there for a moment, thinking that he had heard footsteps. He turned and head back down to the dungeons as the cloaked figure hidden in the shadows silently laughed at him.
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