Sorry, it's been a while since I've updated! But, here's some more! Oh, and also, check out my song fic, "The Horcrux". Thanks! And here's more...


Harry couldn't sleep that night, knowing that the bed on the right side of his was empty.

There was now a chance that he might get attacked - why would Neville be if he wasn't even in the play? It was obvious that whoever was doing this was trying to stop LaLlama from doing the play.

He turned over on his side, one ear pressed against his pillow, and muffling the sound of Ron snoring loudly.

Harry looked over at his watch. Half past two. He lay in his bed, not thinking anything, just listening to Ron's steady snoring.

It soon became a rhythm. Breath in...snore...Breath in...snore...Soon, the rhythm rocked Harry into a deep sleep.

He was in a dark room that didn't seem very recognizable to him...There were three people in front of him, but it was too dark to see who it was...

"What are you doing here, Mudblood?"

"Regulus, don't call her that!"

"A dirty Mudblood like herself shouldn't be in our house. What would Mum and Dad think!"

"They wouldn't mind, because I love her!"

"You don't love her, you're only sixteen years old!"

"But..."

"Stop talking, fraud. Let the Mudblood speak."

"DON'T CALL HER A MUDBLOOD!"

Suddenly, the voice of the third person spoke. It was a girl.

"No."

Silence.

She spoke again. "Sirius, I can't stand between you and your brother, now I see what kind of family you have...I'm sorry, but I have to protect my family from...your sort."

And she rushed from the room.

Harry woke up, wild with wonder.

"Ron, don't shovel all that food in at once," said Hermione, watching Ron stuff his mouth at breakfast the next morning. "It's gross."

Noticing how disgusted Hermione was, Ron slowed his pace, finishing his potatoes.

Ginny giggled and reached for the bacon right when the owls came to deliver mail.

To Harry's surprise, Hedwig landed on his plate, holding out a letter with Lupin's handwriting.

Ginny leaned over in surprise. "What's that?"

"Lupin?" said Hermione, feeding Hedwig a piece of bread. "Why on earth...?"

Harry didn't answer - he tore open the letter, slowly reading the contents (although it was farely short).

Dear Harry,
I'm sure that you're learning a lot now from your parents' past...and I must tell you that your parents loved each other very much. No matter what, Harry, don't stop believing in your parents. That's all..

Remus

PS. I hear there are attacks going on at Hogwarts - be careful and remember the spells you've learned in DA and your fourth year. Good luck!

Hermione tilted her head in confusion as she read the letter. "What does he mean by this?"

"I don't get it..." Ron said.

Harry was almost hyperventilating at the moment. His hand shook so much, Ginny carefully took the letter away from him, so he couldn't tear it.

"I need to got to the Library," Harry said suddenly.

Ron raised his eyebrows, and Hermione and Ginny exchanged odd glances.

"That's..not like you," Hermione said, as Ginny moved to feel his forehead.

"But, this is serious!" Harry said, jumping to his feet. He rushed out of the Great Hall, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny at his heels, leaving Hedwig at the table, eating bread.

"What's going on?" Ron said as they ran into the Library, recieving glares by Madam Pince.

"I...just have this feeling," Harry said, looking throught the shelves. He finally took out the school yearbook from when his parents were in school, and opened it up to the school dance.

Hermione stared. "What are you doing?"

Harry pointed at the black and white picture of the dance King and Queen. It was Sirius looking very handsome, and a small girl with thick hair and almond shaped eyes...

"Don't you see?" Harry said, brushing his hair out of his eyes, "That's my mum."

Hermione stared down at the picture of Sirius and Lily. "No. That can't be...!"

Ron's mouth dropped open, and Ginny's eyes constantly went from Harry to the book.

"That explains why Remus sent me that letter," said Harry. "Sirius and my Mum used to date."

"But-! That's impossible!" Hermione stuttered. "There's no way. How does your Dad fit in with all of this?"

Ron jerked his head towards the book. "Hermione, you said that books never lie."

"And that pictures mean a thousand words?" Ginny added, giggling.

Hermione's eyes narrowed. "It's just weird, you have to admit. It kind of reminds me of Love Or Not."

Hermione's comment sunk into Harry's brain during the rest of the day...and he thought of it as he slept through the night. It must mean something. But what?

"Harry, are you okay?" Hermione's voice woke Harry from a sleepless dream the next day in Charms.

"Hm? Yeah, I'm fine," replied Harry distantly, doodling over his book. He wasn't taking in a single word of what Professor Flitwick was saying; his brain was already full of ideas why his mother would be dating Sirius.

Hermione brushed her hair out of her eyes impatiently and replied, "Well, I certaintly don't believe that. You've been absolutely silent the whole day."

Ron rolled his eyes. "Ah, leave him alone. He's probably...thinking -"

Hermione elbowed him and gave him a warning stare, and he quieted down at once.

"No," said Harry, "No, you guys are right. I shouldn't be worrying about what happened in the past. I mean, there was no harm in Sirius dating my mum or anything, so what's the big deal?"

Ron nodded. "Exactly!" But, Hermione stayed silent, poking at her quill tip.

"Well...perhaps...you should write to Lupin...You know, just incase?" Hermione suggested.

Ron nodded eagerly nodded in agreement, and Harry shrugged. "Alright."

Ginny was already sitting at the Gryffindor table when Harry, Ron, and Hermione entered the Great Hall for lunch. She was talking to a fellow fifth year, when she turned around to see the three of them.

Her eyes widened, and she jumped up from the bench, rushing over to meet them.

"Guys, did you hear?" she asked, out of breath.

"What?" Harry asked, immediately interested.

"There's been another attack!" Ginny declared.

Ron gaped. "Are you serious?"

Hermione shook her head. "This attacking stuff is getting way out of hand!"

Ginny nodded. "I know! And get this - it was a double attack."

Hermione's eyes were ovals by then. "A double attack? Who was it?"

"Ernie MacMillan and Padma Patil."

"Ernie and Padma?" Harry repeated. "They're stage crew people, aren't they?"

"Yeah, they are," said Ron. His eyes lingered off to the Gryffindor Table. Harry turned around to see what he was looking at. Lavender Brown was trying to comfort a sobbing Parvati.

"Oh, no," said Hermione in her smallest voice. "This is horrible."