Poppy Pomfrey sat over Harry talking to him as Albus walked into the room.

"Hello Poppy, looking beautiful as always." He said kissing her hand lightly.

"Oh no you do not Albus, I am still cross with you for letting Harry venture out of his bed. He is still recovering." The woman said shaking her finger at the older man.

"But I'm feeling fin-" Harry started to say, but quickly shut up at the look on her face.

"Do not tell me that you are fine, when I know for a fact that you are most definitely NOT, young man." She all but shouted at him.

Harry wilted at that tone and attempted to slide down into the covers so that she would not take out her anger on him. Alas, Harry was not quite as discreet as he thought he was being because Madam Pomfrey caught his arm and hauled him back up in the bed.

"And do not attempt to hide from me, child, it will not get you out of this one." She said, her voice a bit softer and kinder than before.

"Sorry Madam Pomfrey." He mumbled, ducking his head and looking guilty.

Madam Pomfrey sighed, she could not stay angry at Harry, no matter how many times he had been in her infirmary, he was just too sweet and it made her usually snippy tone soften significantly.

Harry lightly smiled, he was starting to drop off to sleep. Madam Pomfrey had always had a calming nature about her and at that moment it was working to send him into the welcoming arms of Morpheus. Before he could drift into them, however, someone clearing their throat loudly had him startling back awake. Harry looked around himself in confusion, wondering who had done that and where he was.

Barty stood near the door and after nodding to Harry with a faked smile he walked over to Albus, leaning over and whispering something into his ear. The bearded man quickly pulled back, staring at Barty in disbelief. Barty simply nodded with a grim look on his face. Albus quickly stood up and he as well whispered to Poppy. She had the same reaction. The two hurriedly left the room, Poppy sobbing as she was pulled along by the headmaster.

Harry was very confused as to what had just happened. He knew that the adults were hiding something from him, but he was not sure as to what that was as of yet, so he decided that he was going to find out.

"Barty? What was that all about?" Harry asked the man.

"Harry, I want you to think about this. I want you to think about what you just asked. Are you sure that you want me to answer that question?"

"I'm tired of everything being hidden from me. I'm tired of people taking the choices out of my hands. I'm tired of all of this manipulative business so that I will bend to someone else's will. I won't do that anymore, so yes Barty, I am sure that I want to know the answer to my question. After all, I would not have asked it if I did not want to know." Harry stated, eyes gleaming.

"Just remember, Harry, that you are the one who asked. Okay?" Barty said, the grim expression remaining on his face. Harry nodded his head in understanding of what Barty had said.

"Harry, last night Tonks was killed by Death Eaters."

"She...Wait, Tonks? But, but no." Harry spluttered.

"She is not the only one Harry." Barty looked at the ground, holding back the tears.

"Not the only...wh-who else?" He whispered.

"Remus decided to try and go after Voldemort when he heard the news." The tears started escaping.

"Remus?" Harry whispered even quieter this time for as much as he felt betrayed, he did not want Remus to die, especially not for him, not in his place.

"I am so sorry, Harry." Barty said, placing his hand on Harry's shoulder.

"He's d-gone?" Harry asked, not willing to say the word.

Barty simply nodded.

"Noo!" Harry wailed, "He c-can't be! I n-never g-got to-o…" Harry didn't finish his sentence, instead he broke down into sobs on the bed, mourning the true loss of his first love.

"Shh Harry, you're okay kiddo." Barty said, taking the boy into his arms and trying to calm him. However, it was to no avail, Harry's body racked with sob after sob in Barty's arms.

Barty looked down at the boy who was sobbing in his arms with obvious grief and a thought crossed his mind: if he were to die, would Harry react as violently as this? It was a morbid thing to be thinking, but he couldn't help it, he just wished that Harry would see him the same way that he saw Remus, even though he tried to hide it.

Shaking his head to rid himself of those thoughts, Barty stared at the beautiful face that was scrunched up in pain. Why, even after all that Remus put him through, would he still hold on to the hope that they would eventually end up together? It baffled him to no end and he just could not fathom an answer to his internal questions. He would always wonder what it would feel like for Harry to care that deeply about him, but was so unsure as to whether or not it would actually ever happen. He could only hope that it would.

The doors suddenly crashed open as a man came running in. His head was bald with a hat covering it, not the kind that a kid would wear, but the old kind that had a divot in the middle where it curved down. He had a short beard, which was brown with gray intertwined within it. He was tall, at least six foot tall. There was a cane held in his left hand, the top was rounded to fit perfectly in the mans hand, it looked like there might be a gun that he could pull out if a threat were to come along.

The mans eyes though, were as blue as the wildest storm, blue like the deepest ocean or as blue as a summer sky, a blue so pure that very few things in nature could ever describe. With emotions lying so deep inside of them that every single love song could not describe them. So beautiful that no written word would ever come close to describing that eyes that Harry had laid in bed staring at and skipped class just so he could stare into them, those same eyes that could make him blush with a glance. The eyes that he had gotten to know. Every shade, every meaning behind every glance, Harry had grown to know all of it within those eyes.

"Who are you?" Harry asked of the man that had just made such a dramatic entrance.

"Barty please tell me the rumors are not true," The man said, Harry's question ignored.

"I'm sorry Jackson, but they are." Barty replied, placing his hand on the man's shoulder.

The man, Jackson, fell to his knees, his shoulders raking as he sobbed over and over. Harry didn't understand how someone who Harry had never met could be so upset over his ex-lover's death, more so than him. Then suddenly, like a rushing wave or a roaring wind, it hit him. Jackson, Remus had a brother. What was his name, Jason, Jerry, John? Harry had a gut feeling that it had been Jackson. Those eyes were proof enough.