Chapter Nine

3rd Person's POV (In Dumbledore's office)

"That boy had the nerve to smirk at me!" Snape complained bitterly, making Minerva trying not to laugh. She was rather impressed with the boy herself. Though she wasn't sure why Dumbledore had called a meeting in his office at nine o'clock in the evening.

"Well, he's brilliant in my class," Professor Flitwick said, smiling happily making Professor Snape sneer at him. Dumbledore sighed, he knew Harry would be a problem, but now the prophecy was pointless, and Voldemort was gone, he was sure Harry would have a normal seven years at Hogwarts like everyone else. Although, by the way things were going, the boy might end up to be as arrogant as his Father was.

"I've called this meeting because Professor Quirrel has left DADA, so we need someone else to fill his place. While I could easily teach the lesson, it would not be practical, so, anyone have any ideas? Yes, Pomona?" He asked, directing to Professor Sprout who had looked like she wanted to speak.

"Why not Remus Lupin?"

"Maybe because he's a werewolf?" Snape exclaimed. Dumbledore thought carefully, he knew it would be a huge risk, but they were desperate... and he was superb at Defense in his time at Hogwarts. If he got in touch with the committee at the Ministry and backed for Remus to be able to teach, every thing would be alright.

"Excellent suggestion, Pomona! I'll write to Remus straight away, now, any questions?" He asked, sitting down on the chair next to his desk, getting a piece of parchment and quill.

"I have one! How the f... flip is Harry Potter so smart? He literally could do the potion I gave him with his eyes closed! Draco couldn't even do that!" Professor Snape asked, flapping his hands about.

"Maybe because he is Lily Potter's son?" Professor McGonagall drawled out, glaring at Snape. In her opinion, Snape was being an absolute nightmare.

"Minerva does have a point," Pomona said, which made Snape even more angry than he already was.

"I just hope he's good at flying, we need to win back that trophey," Professor Flitwick squeaked. Minerva laughed,

"Oh no, we will keep our three straight win this year, we have the best team,"

"Yes, I'm sure the Weasley's are very talented," Snape said sarcastically. "I wouldn't count on winning, Minerva," He said, just as Dumbledore chuckled.

"I'm sure you all love Quidditch and I have nothing against a little competition between houses, but it's nine thirty and I'm sure you all want to go to bed this evening,"

Minerva and Snape finished glaring at each other as they said goodbye, leaving the two head of houses, Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, left.

"I'm sure we are going to see great things from Harry, although prehaps not in the herbology department," Pomona said, thinking. Professor Flitwick rolled his eyes as they both said goodbye. Dumbledore took a lemon drop from the bowl as he wrote to Remus Lupin. It's going to be a long few years, he thought, yawning.

Harry's POV

"Harry did you see the look on Snape's face?!" Terry said, laughing.

"No, did you see the look on the rest of the Slytherins?!"

"I don't see why he thought I wouldn't know the answers," I said to Anthony and Terry. Draco went to bed early, I don't know, I think something is wrong with him, but I don't want to push him into telling me what's up.

"Well, you were in the muggle world for eleven years," Terry pointed out.

"Actually, I was only there for eig- er, let's go to bed?" I cursed to myself, damn it, why did I slip that up?! Terry raised his eyebrows,

"What are you hiding? You can tell us, we are your friends,"

"I haven't told anyone except Draco... Promise me you won't tell Dumbledore?" I asked, they both frowned but nodded. I took a deep breath and told them everything. When I say everything, I mean it. By the time I finished, Anthony was pale and Terry looked at me with sympathy.

"Thanks for telling us, Harry, it must've been hard," He said, just as I was about to reply, there was a light tapping sound on the window. Anthony walked up and opened the bronze curtains, he jumped when he saw Hedwig. Wait, Hedwig?! I climbed off my bed and grinned when Anthony opened the window for her to come in.

"Wow," Anthony breathed, "Your owl is beautiful," He said, as I untied the letter on Hedwig's foot.

"Thanks," I said as I wondered who could possibly be writing to me.

Dear Harry, I'm not sure if you know or not but I'm Sirius, your Godfather, I've been staying near Hogsmede, your owl was attacked, I don't know who did it or how, but I've been looking after her. Don't tell anyone I'm here, but I need to talk to you. I've given you what's called a two way mirror. When all of your dorm are sleeping, say 'Sirius' and we can talk. Love, Sirius

Once I was sure everyone was sleeping, I put a silencio charm around me before grabbing the mirror from my bag. I then whispered 'Sirius', to the mirror, thinking this is as weird as it gets for this world.

"Harry! I'll be there in a moment, just sorting out this stupid elf!"

Huh?!

"Sorry about that, hiya Harry, I'm Sirius, woah, you're in Ravenclaw? Now that's a surprise!" A man with curly dark brown hair said as he looked in the mirror. I raised my eyebrows,

"Why is that a surprise?" I asked, smiling.

"Well, James and Lily were definitely going to be in Gryffindor and nothing but, I thought you would be as well cub," He says, grinning. I pulled a face when he said that.

"Draco and I didn't want to be in that house-"

"Draco?! As in Draco Malfoy?!" Sirius asked, shocked. I shrugged and nodded.

"He's my best friend," I said, even though there was a strange feeling when I said it.

"Well, I wonder what Lucius thinks, he's sure going to be mad,"

"Nope, he joked about it," I said, rolling my eyes. I get that Sirius has been in Azkaban for like nine years, but, still.

"Well, I be baffled,"

"You aren't the first, Snape fainted twice in the sorting ceremony,"

"No way! If only I had been there to see that! I'd have taken a picture! Ah, that's the best thing I've heard all day,"

"Why would anyone attack Hedwig?"

"Information, I don't know, anyway enough about that, what was home like? Where did you go?" I took a deep breath. Twice I've had to talk about this. I hate it.

"Another time, Sirius, I need to go, flying lessons tomorrow!" I said, excitedly. Sirius seemed to forget about what he asked as he matched what I was thinking.

"You better make me proud, Harry! Your Father was a seeker too, he always said you'd be amazing, as well as playing pranks, please tell me you've done pranks?"

I stared at him in disbelief.

"You're my Godfather and you want to get me into trouble? You realise I'm a Ravenclaw, right?"

"And, use your Father's invisibility cloak-"

"I would if I could find it," I mumbled.

"What was that, Harry?"

"Gotta go, speak to you tomorrow!"

I breathed when I sort of turned that thing off. I have family. Maybe I'm not as alone as I thought I was.

A/N- Don't kill me, I had the biggest writers block... but heres another chapter. Not my best but it'll do for now.