Hey everyone :)

Ok, I know, I know, long wait -.- but I have to say I underestimated the power of the end-of-term projects and exams so I'm really, unbelievably busy right now, sorry! I will not drop out on the fic, never! But the waits are gonna be a little longer than usual, sorry X

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Three days into term and not a thing had changed, at first Ron thought Harry was just in a bad mood of some sort, but now he was sure... his best friend was completely avoiding him. Which was awfully frustrating, especially when the red head wanted to try out for Quidditch and needed the boy's help.

"Harry, wait up" he called, the messy-haired seeker was going up the stairs to the dorm, the first practice of the year – also where try-outs would be held – was going to start soon.

Harry didn't look back though, as though simply not acknowledging Ron's voice, and when he reached their room, he nonchalantly closed the door at the freckled boy's face.

Ron couldn't decide if he had expected that or not, what could he have done to make Harry act like this? He'd tried everything, giving his friend some space, asking Hermione - which was much more sensitive - to talk to him, but the boy just kept acting like this! The red-head thought it was time for a little confrontation, it could be just an excuse though; he just wanted to yell his rage at Harry.

"What's the matter with you?!" he shouted, after opening the door again "Don't pretend I'm not here, you git!" he said, slamming the door behind him.

"Leave me alone, Ron" was the low answer he got from Harry's back, as the boy rummaged through his trunk after throwing his books down on the bed.

"Tell me why the bloody hell you're not talking to me and maybe I will!" he demanded, if Harry thought he was going to leave, he had another thing coming.

"YOU! That's what's wrong!" the messy haired answered, still refusing to look at him. He had to find his quidditch robes and get the hell out onto the pitch.

"Wha….but what did I do?" the red head asked, frowning, he honestly had no idea. Sure there was a reason, or maybe two, Harry could be mad at him over…but the greatest incident his best friend didn't even know about.

"Just get out, I don't wanna see you face" he replied angrily, he wasn't finding his uniform! Where the bloody hell was it?

"At least tell me why" Ron reasoned, in a softer voice.

The Boy-Who-Lived felt his blood boil, he had not had a good day and his 'best' friend was pushing his luck! He turned around, glaring daggers at the boy's face.

"You even ask?! After what you did?! 'The hell is wrong with you?!" he accused, speaking to the boy as though he was the lowest of the Slytherins, but still it was clear the boy had no idea what he was referring to. He fought the urge to either roll his eyes or jump at the red-head, he settled for yelling at him some more. "Have you forgotten already what you took to my house? And what happened there?!"

Ok, so this was about Mr. Lupin's injury… instantly Ron's attitude changed completely, the whole thing was, unlike Harry seemed to think, very fresh in his mind and he was not proud of it.

"…I…Harry, I just…it's…it's complicated…I'm…" he didn't manage to even say something coherent, it wasn't like there was something he could say that'd make it better. He was guilty after all…

"Complicated?! To hell with that! You know silver hurts werewolves! You bloody took that dammed thing with you because you wanted to! Did you mother give it to you? Or did you manage to think of it all by yourself?!" he asked, fuming, the memory of Remus' wounds just making him angrier.

His father, Sirius that is, had said it probably must have been Ron's parents idea, he was trying to lessen his son's outrage, somehow…that didn't really work.

"I… you know how… my…my mom is… she didn't mean… I mean… she was just scared…I-"

"Fuck that, Ron!" he snapped, leaving his friend eye-wide, he had never cursed like that before. "Just shut the bloody hell up, everything you say just makes it worse! If you didn't want to go, you should have just said no! You acted like a bloody coward! You brought a weapon with you, as though you were going to be attacked! If dad was dangerous, I wouldn't have told you otherwise! He's as human as you and me and the only person he hurts at the full moon is himself!" he shouted, feeling his eyes start to sting; he had never talked to anyone about this before, about how he felt concerning this whole situation, not even to his father. "You have no idea what he goes through every month…" he said, in a much lower voice.

The red head was static, and couldn't get himself to say anything as he took in every harsh word his best friend threw at him.

"The full moon had been three days before, I knew he was tired, he was still healing, but he said it was no problem…he's just too nice for his own good" he murmured that last part "You have no excuse for what you did, Ron, you had no right!"

"I…I know he's a nice guy, Harry, I know it like you do, but mum didn't know him, she was scared! Try to understand! We're not used to this sort of thing…" the red head argued, approaching the other boy.

"I don't care what she thought! You were supposed to be my best friend, Ron! You should have stuck up for me! You should have told her she was wrong! You should have believed me when I told you about dad, but no, you just had to go and take that thing with you!" he kept on accusing.

"I already said I'm sorry! It was a stupid thing to do, I know! But I can't go back and change it! All I can do is say that I'm sorry!" he said "Besides, he's…better now, right? I mean…it wasn't that serious was it…?" he was desperate to make himself seem less guilty or make his fault seem less offending, it didn't really work.

Harry sighed and shook his head, he felt like jumping at the other boy. Ron couldn't know what had happened in his past, he had never revealed that to either him or Hermione, but many memories were coming back to haunt him right now… his best friend had no idea what he was triggering with his careless words…

"Did you ever get cut?" he asked all of a sudden, a single silent tear ran down his face. He had never cried in front of Ron either. The red head nodded, feeling blood pounding in his ear. "Right… with a blade that was on fire?" he continued.

Silence.

"Do you have any idea, what it feels like to be cut and have your skin melt of at the same time? It's so agonizing, you wish you'd leave your own body. It never stops, the cut just gets bigger and bigger and burns for days, it doesn't heal for a long time and it hurts so much you can't even sleep at night. Have you ever felt that?" Harry asked, his voice was so soft it made the freckled boy cringe.

Ron still didn't answer, and was uncomfortably aware that his own eyes started to water a bit and that his guilt had grown in a way it hurt physically.

"I never did, but I remember it as clearly as if it had been yesterday, as though it had been five minutes ago. What the death eaters did to him…" he wiped a second tear "I have no idea what that feels like, but his screams were enough to make me imagine. They made me want to die… I felt like disappearing just so I wouldn't hear it. And the death eaters used silver, just like you, when they stopped…dad didn't even look human." He was looking Ron in the eyes in a way that made the red-head shiver "It was all my fault that it happened then, and I can't believe that after all he's been through to save me, the world still treats him like a monster…"

He stopped talking all together and finally spotted his quidditch robes lying on top of Dean's bed, an elf must have misplaced it. He went there to collected and just before entering the bathroom to change and wash his face he looked at his best friend one more time.

"To me, you are no better than those Death Eaters." He said harshly with cold eyes "You saw through the 'Boy-Who-Lived' and accepted 'Harry'. I thought you would see through 'The Werewolf' and accept my father…"

Ron would rather have gotten slapped; those words did the job pretty well though. And the worst of it all was… Harry was right…he had said nothing but the truth.

He tried to open his mouth, tried to say something, but the bathroom's door closed and he kept staring at what seemed like the end of his friendship.

Ron didn't pass the test for keeper, as a matter of fact; he didn't even show up for the try-outs. And, ever since that revealing conversation he had had with Harry, nothing was said between them. He couldn't decide if it was better knowing what was wrong or not, all he got was a worse case of guilt. He felt like blaming his mother, he felt like blaming his upbringing, but he knew his friend was right: he was the only one to blame.

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Hermione was once again facing her daily dilemma: should she sit with Harry or should she sit with Ron? The fight had been going on for a week now and no matter how much she tried to convince Harry the boy wouldn't hear of it. She had never seen him so serious about something, but of course, she did not know about his past incidents either.

Sighing, she looked for the red head, he needed her the most, he was the one being isolated - by choice -, and Harry still had everyone around him.

The Boy-Who-Lived sat a few seats down the Gryffindor table and he ate his breakfast, talking to Angelina about something and only stopped when the hall became filled with owls, mail was here, and surely enough Hedwig flew low, stopping by his plate.

"Hey there, girl" he greeted, petting her affectionately, and feeding her a bit of bacon as he got the letter from her leg. He opened it and, as though he hadn't heard from his parents in days, he begun to read it fast.

Sirius was the one who wrote it, and he asked the usual: how was school, what was he up to, suggesting dramatic dreams for him to use as divination homework, and then, saying that Remus was just fine. The werewolf wrote after his lover to assure his son that his hands were back to normal, they had been for quite some time now.

He smiled, hearing from his parents always made him happy. He answered everything as fast as he could, making sure to include all details, but leaving out the tiny one that was his and Ron's fight. He knew his honey-haired father would be really sad if he learned of it.

Finishing his breakfast quickly after writing the letter, he was set on leaving but just as he was making it out the door a hand grabbed his arm.

"Harry, wait" it was his bushy haired friend, looking awfully worried.

"…What?" he asked, trying to sound unwilling, but he knew that look, he knew what she wanted.

"Please, I just…I want to talk to you" she said.

"'Mione, if this is about-"

"Just hear me out, alright? You can say anything you want later" she cut him off, looking determined.

The boy just sighed and he leaned on a wall right outside the great hall. "Ok…"

"Look, if you don't want to hear what I, or Ron, have to say…then choose someone who you will talk to! Harry, we've been through a lot together, the three of us, alright? I think you should…just… give him a chance, it was stupid of him, we know that, but we also know Ron! He never thinks ahead, he didn't really understand what he was doing, you know that's just how he is…" she looked pleadingly "Please, just… think about it, talk it out…"

She didn't let him answer, or say anything else for that matter. She just turned back to the inside of the hall and left him alone with his thoughts.

He sighed and begun walking towards the tower, he had divination right now. He passed the bulletin board, and saw the announcement of their first trip to Hogsmeade, at first he had been really excited about it, but these days…it just slipped of his mind. But when he saw it at that moment, his expression cleared and he bit his lip, he might just take Hermione up on that idea.

In fact, that evening found Harry on the window still, writing a second letter that day, to only one of his fathers.

Dad,

I need to talk to you… I have a Hogsmeade trip this Saturday and I was wondering If you could come (and alone). Please let me know as soon as you can…

Harry

Ps: don't say anything to dad about it ok?

Finally, he wrote 'Sirius Black' on the back of the envelope and attached it to a brown owl's leg - Hedwig was still delivering his last letter -.

"Take this to Sirius Black, alright? Bring the answer with you" he said to the bird before letting him go.

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Sirius was sitting just outside Hog's Head; he had agreed to meet with Harry there. He was very worried; his son had never tried to see them in person while in school, especially not telling him to keep the meeting a secret from Remus. Usually, the boy would turn to the werewolf when he had a major problem, after all, Moony was the rational one.

He hadn't waited for long, when finally the messy haired teenager appeared down the road, and ran to him when he saw him, stopping just before colliding.

"Woah, slow down there kiddo" he said, standing up as well.

"Hey dad…" the boy greeted, catching his breath, while giving his father a brief hug and sitting down on the bench the man had been in. "Can we…stay here, I don't really wanna run into anyone."

The animagus frowned "Ok… but now you just made me more worried, what's going on?" he asked, sitting down beside his son "You didn't tell me in the letter what this was about, and asking me to come alone, something is really wrong isn't it?" He was actually afraid, because he had no idea what could be happening. Besides the Dark Lord making random appearances at their lives, what else could be so bad?

The boy sighed and started making random patterns on the road with his foot. "I'm fine… it's nothing that important… sort of" he started, suddenly thinking if it was a good idea calling his father here in the first place.

"I'm sure it is very important, for you to be looking like that, come on, you can tell me" Sirius urged, putting one arm around the boy's shoulder.

Harry breathed out heavily and chose his words before saying "I've had… this huge fight with Ron…" he said, pulling one of his knees up so he could rest his chin on it. "I haven't been talking to him ever since he left our house on the summer break."

Sirius frowned, ok, surely quarreling with your friends was a common thing? He used to fight with James all the time, though it didn't really last much. But it was strange that Harry would ask him to come over something like this, there was probably much more to it, he guessed.

"What did you guys fight about?" he tried asking, he was really not as suited for this job as Remus, never had been, really.

The boy stayed silent for a bit, before biting his lower lip.

"… About dad" he answered, looking Sirius in the eyes.

The animagus frowned, that had been a little unexpected…

"You know what I'm talking about" his son said, his attention drifting to his surroundings again "And I guess… no one knows what I'm feeling right know more than you. You might have even felt the same thing when it happened." He said, shrugging, he had never talked to Sirius about the incident in their past, but he used to refer to it from time to time. It was a very touchy topic for both of them.

The dark haired man leaned forward a bit, watching harry from the side. "…Yes, Harry, I was as angry, hell, at first I was angry with Ron…but… he's just a kid." He said, shrugging "I'm sure he must have been hesitant to come, but the idea of the locket, I don't think it was his. As I said before, it was probably his parents that told him to take it." He looked to his right where, far away, he could see the Shrieking Shack. "People aren't so open-minded about some things, I know it's wrong, but you have to remember, Harry, that Ron is your best friend. And that not once was he rude to Remus, as a matter of fact, he was so at ease that he forgot about the whole thing." He stopped and looked at his son, smiling softly, he was sort of… proud in a weird way that Harry had reacted like this over the incident.

"And his parents… well, there is no excuse for what they did, I know that too. But I also know what is like to be scared for the people you care about. Remus and I… to us, Harry, you are the most important thing in our lives and we'd go to any length to protect you, I'm sure you don't doubt it" he said, looking the boy in the eyes, again the hidden reference to their painful past. "I don't know if I'd let you go to a friend's place if I knew their parents were former Death Eaters."

"But dad is not dangerous! How can you compare him to Death Eaters?" the messy-haired teenager asked, frowning.

"I'm not comparing him, son, I'm comparing werewolves. This is how people see them, as dangerous as Death Eaters, and it's not easy to convince them otherwise" he said, matter-of-factly.

"Still, they hurt him dad, they had no right…" he said in a low voice.

"No, they didn't, and it does infuriate me. Maybe you don't understand it too much right now, but when people love, Harry, they make mistakes. And, just like Ron's parents, I could make a mistake like that." He said, noticing how much he was sounding like Remus.

"So you think I should just… forgive him?" Harry asked, being that the question he needed an answer to all along.

Sirius lay back on the bench and shook his head 'no'.

"I can't answer that for you Harry, it's you who has to decide. Do you miss him? Do you think it's ok to end your friendship over a mistake?" he asked, smiling a bit nostalgically "… sometimes your friends will do the stupidest things, and that's when you learn how much they mean to you." He said, messing the boy's hair a bit, sure, his son couldn't know what he was remembering, but he hoped it'd help him anyway.

Harry bit his lip and resumed making random patterns on the road.

"I think you do miss him, otherwise this wouldn't be bothering you so much. And I think you should talk to him. You know how sad Remmie'd be if he knew you fought with Ron because of him."

The boy sighed. "I know. That's why I asked you not to tell him." He said quietly.

After a short silence, the animagus stood up and brushed of dust from his robes. "Well then, how about we go to the three broomsticks for a fire-err-Butterbeer? You can think about what you're gonna do… and tell me about it later right?" he suggested.

The boy nodded, hugging his father and smiling softly.

"Thanks dad."

"No problem kiddo" he kissed the top of the boy's head and they both headed to pub so they could spend what was left of the boy's trip together.

Surely enough, Sirius' conversation did the trick, and before the next day the Boy-Who-Lived restored his friendship with a very glad Weasley. And it was very fortunate that he did, otherwise the boy wouldn't have told him about a certain map his brothers had found, nor would said map be handed to Harry.

Throughout the year the events revolved around that magical artifact, Harry learned so much about his parents and their time at Hogwarts, he even heard details about the Shrieking Shack and the Marauders' adventures. But of course, the main events happened one night when the person Harry despised the most, even more then Voldemort himself was found running around that castle, which lead to his parents flooing to Hogwarts and to a hunt that ended disastrously because his father suddenly transformed on the grounds.

One could say that was enough trouble already, but hey, they wouldn't know what was coming in the fourth year!

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A.N:

Yey! That's over right? :D Yey, now we're going to the plot dances we'll be seeing Draco in the next chappie, hurray!

Ok, LOL, I'm acting silly people, anyway…notes:

-I had to write this fight, hope it wasn't…too much -shrugs- I wanted to make it very clear how much Harry cares about Remus.

-I hate Ron-bashing, I love him, but throughout the story I'll probably poke him some more, the poor thing.

-Yeah, Remmie didn't go and teach at Hogwarts tsk tsk tsk, I just couldn't get myself to do that to Sirius, you know, abandom him, he'd be all sad and all alone without his Moony, I couldn't do it! And one of the cut scenes from The Guardian was Remus declining the job offer as a teacher that Dumbledore made, so I guess he hasn't changed his mind.

-I guess it's pretty clear you guys have to have read already all the books I'm jumping through, so…err..I hope no one is lost!!

Answer to Reviews:

Miss-Janine: Hunnn well, explaining just wasn't enough to get Ron out of it this time was it? Ok, I'm mean, I know! -laughs- Ohhh I'm so happy you get that feeling, cause I try really heard to make it seem like a 'homey' place :) Hhahaa I had so much fun writing that part!

Moony73: Huunnn about Draco, well, that's sort of..really complicated, my Draco will most probably be out of character (on purpose). I talk about this in my profile: In the books, Draco is a spoiled little brat who just doesn't have what it takes to do anything (...) And in fanfiction, people missed having a cool-I'm-the-best-enemy that was Harry's age to pair him up with (not only Harry, but Ginny, Hermione and whoever else) that's when the-amazing-fanon-Draco was created, he's actually completely out of character, he's a composed, smart, cold, extremely talented man who ends up wanting nothing to do with his father. My Draco is the fanon one (I'm not sure if, to you, that is a good or bad thing :X) I keep his cool poise and maturity, but I make him a bit more cannon, meaning his ideals (about purebloods and stuff) doesn't change and he loves and looks up to his father, he wants to make Lucius proud. So I'd say my Draco is a combination of the two. I have seen very few people do this (In a fic I read recently, the author made it this way) In which Draco, even after his relationship, doesn't change his view completely and stuff. Arghh it's so hard to explain!! -laughs- guess you'll just have to wait and see XD I hope you like him though! Thank you so much! I'm glad you are enjoying!! -hugs- and sorry about this huge explanation -laughs- I just had to say it XD

LitleHero: Hhahhah nope, doesn't get boring at all -laughs- I loved writing that part, so much fun! Thanks!

Illyra: Hahahaha, are they not? :D Me too, I don't crucify Ron, it's not really his fault, it's just an idea that has been there for too long, he can't easily get over it. Well, everything is alright now! :D Thank you!!

rln1993: wow, you read the guardian really fast! -laughs- Huunn for a second there I wanted him to yell at Ron or something, but then I thought...he's a mature adult, he wouldn't do such thing :X and so he behaved, though there was no more Mr. nice guy for Ron :P And in the end, the red head got all he needed to hear anyway, from Harry :P

Err..please review? .--.