This chapter is dedicated to my sister for her birthday. Happy birthday Robyn!

'Thoughts'

"Talking"

Flashback/Writing

Parseltongue


Sending the wizards to the American Ministry was simple. After a few minutes of their constant yapping, they silenced them. The spells only lasted until they got to the house, however. The battle drained them, and levitating seven silenced people took a lot of magic. The vampires and werewolves volunteered to carry them, but the boys didn't want to take the chance that no one would try anything on them.

Draco fire called the Ministry, and a representative almost immediately showed up. She wore a gray suit and held a clipboard and pen. Unlike the British Ministry, the Americans used modern technology and magic. It made using cell phones easier for Harry and Draco. Sirius had seen Remus when he brought Cho and Astoria downstairs to join the group. He side-apparated Remus and Severus back to England. Severus went quietly, and when Draco vouched for him, Harry gave the man the benefit of the doubt. It helped that Severus had saved his life numerous times.

"I'm here about illegal immigrants?"

"Yes. Everyone tied up in here used illegal portkeys to come here and kidnap us," Harry sighed as he fell onto the couch.

Edward sat beside him and put a hand on the boy's shoulder. Draco sat in the loveseat with Jacob, leaning on his mate.

"I see. I'll take them with me and have them shipped back to Britain immediately."

"Do you think I can have a restraining order on them? This wouldn't be the first time they've put my life in danger, but I would like for it to be the last."

"Of course, Mr. Black. We've never really liked the British anyway. Their Ministry is too corrupt."

"I'll say. Dumbledore over here had the power to keep an innocent man out of prison, but had him sent to Azkaban so I'd be placed with my relatives."

"Oh my. If you don't mind, after Dumbledore is put in a holding cell in the Ministry, would you tell me everything that has happened to you since you were placed in your relatives' care? I wouldn't be able to send Dumbledore back, yet, but it would ensure that he can't go anywhere near you ever again."

"Yes please. I have to explain all that to my friends anyway."

"I'll be back in ten minutes with someone to record your testimony."

"Thank you."

She levitated all of the illegal immigrants in the house into the floo. Harry and Draco used their ten free minutes to heal themselves and get changed into more comfortable clothes. Sirius arrived a few minutes before the Ministry lady.

"Harry, from the looks of things, you've been hiding quite a few facts from me," Sirius said sternly.

"Only because you'd have a heart attack if I did. Besides, it never really came up in conversation."

Sirius studied his godson for a few minutes before sighing.

"Alright. I'll let you off the hook this time, but if you're ever put in danger again, I expect to be told."

"Yes sir," Harry said softly, looking at his lap.

He hated the disappointed tone in his godfather's voice. It was different from the headmaster's disappointed voice. He actually cared about Sirius, and vice versa. Sirius wasn't let down because Harry wasn't being a good soldier, but because he hid something from him. It made him feel loved, but that made the guilt worse.

Two people stepped out of the floo – the lady from before, and a man holding paper and a pen.

"I didn't get to introduce myself earlier. My name is Stacy Smith, and my partner, here, is John Johnson."

"It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Harry Black. This is Sirius Black, Draco Black, his mate Jacob Black, Sam Uley, Quil Ateara, Embry Call, Paul Lahote, Leah and Seth Clearwater, Edward, Emmett, and Alice Cullen, and Rosalie and Jasper Hale."

"It's nice to meet you all. Now, onto the matter at hand, would you start at the beginning of the problem?"

"There's nowhere else I could start, Ms. Smith."

"Stacy, please."

"Alright, Stacy. After Voldemort killed my parents when I was fifteen months old-"

Harry ignored the pitying looks he was getting, but he couldn't ignore the cold hand that slid into his. He shyly glanced at Edward before continuing.

"-Dumbledore put me on my aunt and uncle's doorstep with nothing more than a letter."

"Do you know exactly when this was?" John asked.

"From what Hagrid told me, he brought be there as soon as he got me out from under the rubble."

"Rubble?" Seth said.

"Yeah. After Voldemort... k-killed my... Um, the house collapsed from all the dark magic used, which doesn't really make sense. Since when does magic burn a house down?"

"Harry, you're getting off topic," Draco drawled.

Despite the pepper-up potions, they were both still exhausted. Draco just wanted to go to sleep, or maybe snuggle a bit with Jacob. Later, he would blame those thoughts on his exhaustion and Jacob's warmth.

"Right. Sorry. So, it was probably the middle of the night."

"Let me get this straight. Dumbledore placed a child - barely more than a year old, who'd just been buried under a house – on a doorstep in the middle of the night inNovember with Death Eaters running around trying to kill said baby?" Stacy growled.

"Yeah."

"Damn it!"

Everyone jumped at Sirius' exclamation.

"Hey! Language! My little brother's in here!"

Seth groaned at his sister's words. It wasn't like he hadn't heard anyone swear before.

"Dumbledore planned for me to go to Azkaban. I was in a holding cell until the sun was up!"

"Why'd you go to prison? And how does that fit into all this?" Jasper said.

"I went to prison, without a trial, I might add, because I went after the person that killed Harry's parents. He killed thirteen people, then sliced his own finger off to fake his death. And to think we called him a friend."

Harry was glad to see that John was scribbling furiously on his notepad. He loved how the man didn't have to stop writing to get more ink like he would've if he'd been using a quill. American wizards really were more productive than British wizards.

"If it makes you feel any better, you've been cleared of those charges and your Minister has put five hundred galleons in your vault for every year you were wrongly accused. They couldn't do much more since they think you're dead," Stacy said apologetically.

"I'm sure Fudge only did it to try and redeem himself in the eyes of the public."

"It didn't work. Off topic," Draco yawned.

"Sorry."

Harry swallowed thickly, knowing what was coming next. He really didn't want to tell anyone about it. Draco moved next to him, and brought him into a sideways hug. Harry squeezed Edward's hand slightly, happy to know the vampire squeezed back.

"When my aunt found me, she shoved me under the kitchen sink."

"She what?! Oh, I'm going to kill that little...!"

"Sirius! You just got cleared! Please. I don't wanna lose you again."

Unshed tears lingered in Harry's eyes. When the boy gave Sirius his best kicked puppy look, he sighed.

"Fine, but we're putting them in jail when this is over."

"Okay."

'These people put their nephew under a sink where he could've ingestedchemicals? Somehow, I think that was their plan. I thought the British worshiped this boy!' Stacy thought angrily.

"Would you tell us everything they did to you while you lived with them?" The woman said in an agitated voice.

"I only got Dudley's, my cousin, bottles, and only when he was done with them, if there was any baby formula left. When I walked and started talking before Dudley, they'd lock me under the sink. When I tried playing with his toys when I was four, I was closer to the closet under the stairs, so that became my new home."

"Did they do anything else to you?"

Harry bit his lip. Draco glanced at him, then walked over to the Ministry officials and whispered something in their ears. Harry couldn't hear it, but the vampires and shapeshifters could.

"They beat him if he did anything wrong."

Edward wrapped an arm around Harry, who flinched from the sudden move. He really hated telling people this. It was hard enough telling Draco, and he really trusted the blond boy. These people were strangers who would ask a bunch of questions that Harry wouldn't like, and not really close friends who would think he's a freak after hearing his story.

Draco sat back down next to Harry, and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Harry, you're not a freak. No one but those filthy muggle relatives of your think that. You're Harry Black, student at Forks High School. You're just Harry here, remember?"

The boy nodded, and leaned on Edward. Sirius was shocked into silence. He wouldn't have been able to talk anyway since Draco silenced him. He was close enough to Stacy and John that he heard what Draco had said.

"Things stayed the same until right before my eleventh birthday. When I got my first Hogwarts letter, my uncle took it. He wouldn't let me read it past, 'Mr. H. Potter, the cupboard under the stairs, 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey.'"

"I'm sorry, but that was the address on the letter?" Esme said, stunned.

"Why didn't anyone notice that?" Edward growled.

"They have automatic quills that write the addresses for the school," Sirius said.

Harry and Draco gave him disbelieving stares. How would Sirius of all people know about something like that? He must've tried pulling a prank that included the Hogwarts acceptance letters.

"That's even worse! Who knows how many other children were abused?! The headmaster could've helped those children if he'd only looked at those stupid addresses!" Stacy yelled.

She blushed when she saw the vampires wince at the volume of her voice, and apologized.

"After that, they moved me into my cousin's second bedroom."

"Second... bedroom?" Sirius asked, trying to keep his temper in check.

"Y-yeah."

It was probably best if he didn't tell them about the guest bedroom that was usually empty, or the beating he got after that letter arrived.

"Um, the letters kept coming, so Uncle Vernon took us all on a road trip. On my birthday, Hagrid came to personally deliver my letter."

"Hagrid wasn't a teacher back then. He shouldn't have been allowed to get you," Sirius said.

Harry groaned.

"Is there a reason Dumbledore sent Hagrid?"

"Definitely. He kept telling me how all Slytherins were evil. I can't believe I fell for that."

"Harry, you were eleven and had just been shoved headfirst into a new world where anything could happen. You didn't know any better," Draco soothed, rubbing slow circles on his friend's back.

The green-eyed boy just nodded. Sirius was definitely liking Draco more and more as he watched the two boys interact. The blond was good for Harry. Who knew how Harry would've turned out if it weren't for the Slytherin?

"After we got all my school supplies, he took me back to the Dursleys. They pretty much just ignored me until September 1st. They left me at the train station without telling me how to get onto the platform."

"Hagrid should've done that!" Sirius yelled.

Harry ignored him, caught up in his memories. Jasper had to send him waves of calmness. If the poor boy wasn't scared, he was furious. The vampire almost had to leave because of all the emotions in the room.

"The Weasleys were conveniently there to guide me onto the platform. Molly was yelling about muggles. They really should put someone from the Ministry there, instead of a muggle guard. I was going to ask the guy there how to get onto Platform 9 ¾ when I figured it'd be more sensible to tap my wand on all the bricks on the wall."

Sirius snorted at that, while Harry cracked a small smile. He decided to skip the train ride, since Weasley's rat and Draco were involved, and the Sorting, since he didn't know how Sirius would take him nearly being placed in Slytherin.

"During our first flying lesson, one of the students lost control of their broom and broke their wrist. Another student found the rememberall they dropped, and showed it off while making fun of the other student. When I tried getting the rememberall back, he flew into the air, so I followed. When he threw it to the ground, I pulled off a Wronski Feint. McGonagall came out and dragged me back to her office. We weren't supposed to be on our brooms without a teacher around, but she made me the Gryffindor seeker that day, and the next day at breakfast, she gave me a Nimbus 2000."

"What? That's great!" Sirius yelled.

"Not quite. She rewarded me for breaking the rules again. During my first game, Quirrell jinxed my broom while I was in the air, and I nearly fell off. Professor Snape was the only one who noticed and was casting the counter-curse. Hermione thought Professor Snape was the one jinxing my broom, so she set his robes on fire. I'm guessing one of them knocked down Quirrell or something because the next moment, my broom was fine. Then, on Halloween, Professor Quirrell let a troll loose on the school."

"A professor did what?!" Stacy screeched.

"In his defense, he had Voldemort on the back of his head."

"What on earth was Dumbledore thinking?" John growled.

"He wasn't. Ron and I saved Hermione, and she became our friend. Professor McGonagall took points off for not going to our dorms when we were told to, but then gave us points for beating a troll on 'sheer dumb luck' as she so nicely put it."

"She encouraged that sort of behavior?"

"And everyonewonders why you always got in trouble," Draco chuckled.

"I don't find trouble. Trouble finds me."

"What kind of nut job teachers tell a student to put their life in danger to get points?" Carlisle said.

"They're not teachers. They never actually taught me anything. They taught the class and other students if they asked for help," Harry huffed.

"You never asked for help?" Stacy asked.

"Oh, I asked for help. McGonagall told me to look in a book. Flitwick just laughed at me and walked away like it was a joke. Trelawney gave us a passing grade if we came up with a gruesome way to die, regardless of whether or not it would actually happen."

"When you're done telling them your life, there won't be any professors left to teach!" Draco laughed.

"There's always Professor Snape. He treated me like any other Gryffindor."

"Back to the story?" Draco suggested.

"Uh, right. In the middle of the year, I found the Mirror of Erised. It shows someone their deepest desire. A lot of people went mad trying to make those dreams come true. After a long time of staring at it, Dumbledore finally came a told me to stay away from it after he explained how it worked."

"Why would he do that?"

"Well, at the end of the year, I found out that one of the teachers was trying to steal the Philosopher's Stone, which was hidden in the school the entire year. I didn't know it was Quirrell, yet. I tried telling McGonagall about what was going on since she was the first adult we could find, but she waved it off and told me that the Stone was safe."

"You didn't..." Sirius moaned.

"Ron, Hermione and I went to the forbidden third corridor, where the Stone was hidden. If it makes you feel any better, we came across that corridor by accident in the middle of the year and didn't go back to it until the end of the year."

"You mean three first years were able to stumble upon such a dangerous place?" John said.

"Using a simple 'Alohomora'. Behind the door was a Cerberus."

"A what?! What in the name of Merlin was that thing doing in a school where first years could've easily gotten to it?!" Sirius yelled.

"Guarding the Stone poorly. There was a Harp playing music when we got there. Once we got through the trapdoor Fluffy was standing on-"

"Fluffy?"

"You know how Hagrid is with his pets. The ones with the nice names are the ones you have to look out for, and the ones with scary names are harmless, except Aragog."

"Aragog?"

"Second year. As I was saying, once we got through the trapdoor, we fell into Devil's Snare. Ron started freaking out so Hermione and I had to help him. After that, it was a room full of enchanted flying keys that started attacking me as soon as I grabbed the broom in the room. Once I got the right key, we went into the next room. There was a giant chess set where we had to take the place of some of the pieces. Oddly enough, there were exactly three pieces missing. At the end, Ron sacrificed himself to the queen so I could checkmate the king."

"Was he alright?" Stacy asked.

She mightn't have liked the boy, but if he was hurt, then Harry could've just as easily been injured.

"He was knocked out. Hermione and I went on to the next room and promised to come back for Ron. We passed the room with the knocked out troll, and as soon as we entered the next room, flames covered the door behind us so we couldn't go back. There were a bunch of bottles on a table, and a riddle. Three bottles had poison, two had wine, one was the potion to get us through the fire behind us, and one to let us go forward. Hermione solved it in a few minutes, but all we would've had to do was check how much was in each bottle."

"Why?" Seth asked.

"Because Quirrell would've had to drink the right potion to go forward. There was only a little bit left, so I drank it and told Hermione to go and get help."

"You actually had her get help?" Sirius asked.

"I was eleven and only knew a few harmless charms unless you're a troll with a heavy club that could knock you out. I figured I could distract Quirrell long enough for help to arrive. When I went into the next room, I saw the Mirror of Erised. Quirrell was there, trying to figure out how to get the Stone from it."

"That's why Dumbledore told you how the mirror works!" Sirius said.

"Yeah. He told some of the teachers to put up traps so the Stone wouldn't get stolen. Funny how they were easy enough for first years to get past. The only one that really would've stopped anyone was Professor Snape's test. He was the one that thought of the logic test. A lot of witches and wizards can be magically powerful, but not many possess a brain, as you can see with most of my teachers. Most people would've been stuck there until someone got them out."

Harry knew Snape had been a real jerk to him in the past, but he was Draco's godfather, and he really had helped Harry a lot in the past. He couldn't have been all bad.

"Quirrell tied me up as soon as he spotted me. He ignored me until Voldemort pointed out that I got the Stone out of the mirror. Apparently you had to want the Stone just to have it instead of wanting it to use it. We fought until we figured out that he burned at my touch. Just as I passed out from exhaustion, Dumbledore came and 'saved' me. I woke up in the hospital wing a few days later showered in gifts," Harry said bitterly.

"Isn't that a good thing?" Sirius asked confusedly.

"Considering they all hated me before? No. We helped Hagrid get an illegal dragon out of Hogwarts. We were caught out of bed after curfew and lost a lot of points. McGonagall said she'd never seen students out of bed that late, or something."

"That's a lie! She caught me, James, and Remus all the time! How many points did she take off?"

"She took fifty from Me, Hermione, and Neville each, and twenty from Draco."

"That's not fair at all!" Stacy yelled.

"Another example of my professors being unfair to me. Apparently, word spread about me saving the Philosopher's Stone, so everyone loves me again. While I was in the hospital wing, Dumbledore told me Nicholas Flamel destroyed the stone because it was too dangerous to have around in case it fell into the wrong hands."

"Why didn't he just do that at the beginning of the year when he knew it was being targeted?"

"He needed to test me. I needed to go on my first big adventure with Weasley and Granger and have my first real glimpse at Voldemort. During the end-of-year feast, and the house cup was awarded to Slytherin, Dumbledore went and added more points to Gryffindor for Ron playing a game of chess, Hermione being smart, me being brave, and Neville for trying to fight us. Neville was the only one I felt really deserved those points. He was trying to stop us from going after the Stone. He only got ten points, but Weasley, Granger and I got at least fifty each. In the end, Gryffindor unfairly won the house cup. The first year Slytherins were devastated. Can you imagine being told you won something really important, then having it ripped right from your hands?"

"Dumbledore doesn't care if it's a Slytherin," Draco growled.

"I've been wondering for a while, but what are Slytherins and Gryffindors?" Edward asked.

"At Hogwarts, you're sorted into one of four houses: Slytherin, Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, or Ravenclaw. Ravenclaws look for knowledge, Hufflepuffs are loyal, Gryffindors are brave, and Slytherins are ambitious," Harry explained.

"But everyone has misconceptions about the houses. If you're in Hufflepuff, you're automatically weak. Ravenclaws are know-it-alls. Gryffindors are loud idiots. Slytherins are evil and will most definitely join the Dark Lord if they haven't already," Draco huffed.

"None of that's true, though, but no one will bother trying to fix those misconceptions. Draco and I would've, but between dodging Voldemort, trying to stay alive, and passing our classes, we just didn't have the time."

"Go ahead and tell them what happened in our second year."

"The Chamber of Secrets was opened by Ginny Weasley. She was possessed by Lord Voldemort's diary, and forced to kill all the hens and let the Basilisk free on the school. Thankfully, no one died, but a number of students and a ghost were petrified. One of those students was Granger. I still thought she was my friend, so the Weasel and I went to our DADA teacher, Gilderoy Lockhart. All year he went on and on about how he made sure a vampire couldn't drink blood again, or how he changed a werewolf back using some spell after he wrestled it to the ground. He let pixies out during class, then left when his fake spell didn't do anything to them, and left a bunch of second years to clean up the mess. Needless to say, we did a damn better job than he did.

"At the end of the year, he preached about how he knew exactly where the Chamber of Secrets is, and how to get into it. When we went to try and help him, we saw him packing. He lied about everything he did in his books, and was about to go somewhere, claiming it was more important than the poor, dying Ginevra Weasley. We forced him to go down in the Chamber with us, for some insane reason. While we were in the tunnels, he stole Weasley's wand and tried erasing all of our memories. He said he was gonna go back without us and tell everyone we went insane seeing Ginny's corpse. The spell backfired, and he lost his memories instead, and managed to cause a cave in, separating me and Weasley. I went on while he watched Lockhart.

"When I saw Ginny lying on the floor, growing cold, I ran to her and dropped my wand to check on her. Tom came out of the diary, and took my wand. He summoned the Basilisk and made me fight it. Dumbledore had sent Fawkes, his phoenix, down there with the Sorting Hat when he could've gone down there himself. Fawkes clawed out the Basilisk's eyes so I could fight it with my eyes open."

"Why couldn't you before?" Embry asked.

"If you look into a Basilisk's eyes, you'll die. The only reason no one died that year was because they never looked directly into the Basilisk's eyes, or in Sir Nick's case, he was already dead. Basilisks grow to an average of 50 feet. It's the king of the serpents, and the only known cure for it's venom are phoenix tears," Draco said.

"In the Sorting Hat was the Sword of Gryffindor. I pulled that out and after fighting with the giant snake, I shoved the sword through it's head. In the process, one of it's teeth got stuck in my arm. The Basilisk died, and as Tom was taunting me, Fawkes cried on my wound. I took the Basilisk fang and stabbed it into the diary. Since that was what gave Tom life, he died, and Ginny woke up. Fawkes flew all of us out of the Chamber. I gave the sword and diary back to Dumbledore, Lockhart went to Saint Mungo's, and Ron was sent off while Dumbledore talked to me before I even went to the hospital wing."

"What about Aragog? You said you met him in you second year," Emmett said.

"In the middle of the year, Hagrid was falsely accused of opening the Chambers again. When he was taken away, Weasley and I were there. He told us to follow the spiders. Spiders are the enemy of Basilisks, so naturally, they were leaving the castle. We followed them into the Forbidden Forest, where we met Aragog. He was bigger than a car. Aragog was Hagrid's pet acromantula. Since we weren't Hagrid, he tried having his children eat us. Clearly, we got away. You know, Hagrid never did get a new wand, even after Dumbledore found out it wasn't him that opened the Chamber."

"Bloody git. And that's just his second year," Draco sighed.

Harry nodded.

"Nothing bad really happened third year. Actually, I think only good things happened. I met my godfather, and Remus, got to go to Hogsmeade, threw snowballs at Draco and his goons-"

"That was you?!"

Harry blushed and realized his mistake. Well, he'd deal with Draco later.

"Dumbledore gave Granger a time turner so she could get to all of her classes with specific instructions not to use it for anything but class. At the end of the year, he pretty much told us to use it to go back in time and free Buckbeak and Sirius."

"Buckbeak?" Jacob said.

"A hippogriff."

"Fourth year, I was illegally entered into a tournament with a high death toll. Everyone turned on me again because they thought I cheated to enter the Tri-Wizard Tournament, even Weasley and Granger. The first task was to get an egg away from a nesting mother dragon. Second task was to get a friend of mine out of the Black Lake and away from the merpeople. The third task... was a maze filled with dangerous creatures. I fought an acromantula, blast-ended skrewts, and solved the riddle to get past the sphinx after I fought the competitor from Durmstrang, and saved the one from Beuxbatons. C-Cedric and I reached the center of the maze at the same time. We both wanted each other to finish first, so we took the cup, but... i-i-it was really a po-portkey. It took us to a... a graveyard. Voldemort told Pettigrew to k-kill the spare. I tried to save him."

It took Harry ten minutes to calm down. Jasper ended up leaving because of the sadness and regret coming off of the wizard. He stayed upstairs for the rest of the time so he could still hear what was going on.

"I only lived through all that because the DADA teacher gave me hints. He was the one that entered me in the tournament. He was polyjuiced as a retired Auror, but he was really a convict from Azkaban that everyone thought died. Dumbledore should've known that since he'd known the real Mad-Eye Moody for years. The imposter was captured right after the tournament. I passed out from the fight with Voldemort shortly after that. When I woke up, Granger and the two Weasleys were talking next to my bed. Ginny was apparently giving me love potions. Granger was stealing books from my libraries, and half the Weasley clan was stealing from my vaults.

"That night, I was going to the library, when I ran into Draco. We talked for a while, and he told me to go to Gringott's to see if any potions were affecting me. They gave me a full physical. There were obedience potions, love potions from Weasley and Chang, compulsion potions, repulsion potions, and mind and magic blocking potions. Dumbledore had all of my mail directed to him, including letters from Remus. I got them back, though. All the books Granger stole from me were returned, along with all the other books she owned as interest. The Weasleys and Dumbledore used whatever money they had to pay me back. If they bought anything with the money they stole from me, it went back into my vaults. The best part is that the goblins took it all back during a huge party during the summer, so they all had to explain why they all suddenly lost their clothes."

"I didn't know they went to parties," Draco said.

"Yeah. When they started stealing from me, they bought all new dress robes and started going to parties. They only wore those ratty clothes around me, and you never went to those parties. I wonder if they actually told the truth, or just didn't say anything."

"Well, everyone will certainly know the truth about that when we're through with them," Stacy said.

"Thank you."

"So, what about your fifth year?"

"Nothing really happened. The Minister appointed Dolores Umbridge to be the new DADA professor to try and shut me up about Voldemort being back. Dumbledore let it happen, even thoughthe Ministry had absolutely no control over the school. He made it look like he had no choice, though. Umbridge would constantly use blood quills on me and the other student for detention, but I was there the most."

"What's a blood quill?" Sam said.

"It's a quill that uses the writer's blood as ink. If used enough times, it'll cause scarring and even death," Harry said, grabbing his left hand.

Edward pried Harry's right hand away, and looked at the back of his left hand.

"I must not tell lies," Edward read aloud.

"That bitch!" Stacy yelled.

"She tried Crucio-ing me in the middle of the year, but didn't succeed."

"Did anything else happen?" John said.

"Dumbledore kept Sirius locked away in Grimmauld Place until the end of the year. Voldemort sent me a vision of him dying at the Department of Mysteries so he could get a hold of the prophecy."

Harry smirked.

"Lucius broke the prophecy before it left the Ministry. He got in a lot of trouble with Voldemort. Bellatrix shot a stunner and sent Sirius through the veil. We thought he was dead until we found him at La Push, but don't let anyone know that. Knowing wizards, they'll either come here and ask a bunch of questions, or come and hex him for using dark magic."

Harry yawned. His exhaustion was finally being processed by his mind.

"Of course. Is there anything else we should know?" Stacy asked.

"No. I think that's it. Wait, did you take Professor Snape with you?" Harry said worriedly.

"That's what I've been wondering about. Why would someone you trust attack you like that?" John said.

"He's forced to. He was forced into taking the Dark Mark while he was in Hogwarts. He became a spy for Dumbledore after my parents died. Dumbledore's the only one that's keeping him out of Azkaban. He's made it clear that if Professor Snape does anything to make him mad, he wouldn't hesitate to put him in prison until he comes around. What's going to happen to him?"

"Don't worry, Harry. We'll make sure nothing happens to him. He was blackmailed into attacking you. He'll just be sent back to Britain for using an illegal portkey to get here."

"Thank you."

Stacy and John said their farewells, and left through the floo network, which the vampires cringed at. Who in their right minds would walk into a green fire?!

"So... Professor Snape..." Draco said, clearly amused.

"There was not a single lie in there about him."

"You're right. He treated you just like any other Gryffindor. It's too bad he treated all Gryffindors like slime."

"He saved my life. It's the least I could do for him."

"You should go to bed."

"Don't wanna."

"Too bad."

Harry groaned, and shifted. Only then did he realize exactly where he was. Blushing, Harry got off of Edward's lap.

"Uh, s-sorry Edward."

"Oh, uh, it's alright. Let's just get you to bed."

If Harry were more awake, he would've noticed the slight tremor in Edward's voice. He tried not to touch Edward as he was led to his room. However, by the time he reached his destination, he was asleep on his feet. As he helped Harry into bed, he froze, and Draco's words repeated themselves in his mind.

"They had it carved into Harry that he was a freak."


Okay, I know it's more of a filler chapter than anything, but I hate it when people are having Harry explain his life and all it says is, "Harry told them about his experiences at Hogwarts." Besides, I needed to put Harry's opinions in there. And whoever wants to review with something like "It didn't happen in that order" you can be sure I'll ignore it. No one ever said Harry had to explain things in order.