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Yes, so I realize that I have been gone for some time now.

I can't guarantee when the next update will be since there's tons going on right now. But I'll try my best hurry it up and this story WILL NOT be abandoned, not unless a post a notice about it.

I read through some of the reviews recently and now I finally know where this story is going so... stick around? That'll be nice :)

THANKS ALL

Sirius Black watched with a pained expression as Harry Potter exited his classroom. A part of longed to call the boy back and give him a bone crushing hug and cry, and talk, and cry, and laugh, and cry.

"Si-I mean Professor Black?"

Sirius turned and smiled at the fifth year boy before him, "It's okay, in private Sirius is fine."

Neville grinned, "Oh great, thanks!" his gaze flickered to the doorway where Harry had just left through, "Did you…?"

Sirius grimaced, "No, not yet. I just don't want to scare him off you know? I mean with last year and all… he's going to hate me when he finds out that I'm his godfather and didn't even help…"

"But it's not your fault Sirius!" Hermione bursts out loudly,

"But this year… it's been a month into the school year and I haven't even-"

"-It's still not your fault!"

Ron nodded furiously next to her, "Yeah! He didn't even bother finding you-" Sirius winced but Ron didn't seem to see it, "-and the whole of last year you were busy looking for Pettigrew and clearing your name!"

Sirius sighed, "I know but-"

"-It's okay Sirius, we'll talk to him for you if you like." Neville jumped in before Ron can start spouting anymore rubbish.

A sound of disagreement came from Hermione and Neville glanced back only to catch her turn away, face flushing with shame.

Sirius' eyes lit up, "Really?"

Neville nodded, "Really."

The history professor beamed at the three of them before shooing them out of the classroom before the third year Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw students came in and overran them.

Neville glanced at Potter for the twelfth time this evening. The boy was hunched and his hands were trembling as he worked on eating a piece of chicken breast.

There's something about him that's off. It's not necessary bad but Potter just doesn't add up. At first glance the boy is a scrawny thing that's afraid of his own shadow. But then… Neville sneaked another peak at Potter and he felt even more confused when the boy moved on to eating steamed broccolis.

The Longbottom heir frowned again. Oh he is certain that Potter isn't able to win a fight against a bunny rabbit. After all, he's the same boy that had started whimpering when Snape had had them chop up live flobberwomrs just last week.

What really confused Neville was the fact that Potter always ate healthy. He had never seen the other boy eat any pastries and sweets before. Merlin, the boy is even healthier in terms of food choices than Hermione! So to get right to the point, Neville doesn't understand how someone that ate so well can be so weak. Well that wasn't exactly the whole truth since Neville had never fought with the boy, not with spells nor with fists. In fact, Neville couldn't remember a time when he had ever touched Potter. But nonetheless, the emerald eyed boy was… off; not only does his eating habits and body not add up, but Neville could've sworn that Potter had glared at him and his group of friends when they had sat down around him this evening. Hermione had been especially vocal against Neville's decision to sit with Potter at dinner, but she had eventually relented, albeit grudgingly, when she caught sight of Sirius' hopeful eyes from the Head Table.

Harry sat by the lake, a thoughtful frown on his face as he attempted to skip stones on the surface of the water. He felt a headache coming on as he used Occlumency to sort out his thoughts and memories from today.

Wake up, workout, shower, breakfast, classes, lunch, classes, dinner… that was basically it.

Narrowing his eyes in concentration, Harry thought about dinner. Granger and Weasely were arguing again, unfortunately he had to suffer through that. For the life of him Harry just couldn't figure out why the Golden Trio had sat with him during dinner, Longbottom had been "subtly" sneaking glances at him all throughout the meal, it got so bad to the point that Harry had to clench his hand in a fist so that he was tempted to whip out his wand and try a new spell he had found in the Restricted d Section just yesterday afternoon.

Speaking about people he wanted to hex, Harry also had to refrain from injuring Longbottom's faithful fanclub filled with giggling girls that followed him everywhere. To make matters even worse, wherever the fanclub is, the president is of course present- Ginny Weasely.

Harry grimaced at the thought of the redhead. If he had found the Golden Trio's sudden interest in him puzzling, than his obsession with a certain fourth year Gryffindor redhead is even more so.

It's just annoying. Yes, annoying. That's the only word that can fit into the situation Harry is currently in. He had never spoken to Ginny Weasely before, unless a muttered 'sorry' for bumping into her counted. Other than that… no, nope, nada, zilch.

Harry knew that he was smart, in fact he was very smart. Now normally being very smart would have been enough in, say, the Muggle World. But no, unfortunately he's not in the Muggle World so being smart, or rather being very smart, just doesn't cut it.

Lots of people are smart in the Wizarding World: Granger, Dumbledore, the Weasely twins, hell even Voldemort was smart in his own messed up way. So in a world filled with smart and some very smart people, Harry had discovered that being smart isn't the thing that tips the balance, being levelheaded is the trick.

So according to this levelheadedness that Harry possesses, he had come to the conclusion that this crush he harbors for Ginny Weasely is irrational. Completely and utterly irrational and therefore has absolutely no right to be here, to exist. Now since Harry was pretty sure that he hadn't accidentally done something to himself to make him feel this way, it can only mean that someone else had done this to him. Someone else had messed with his emotions and had made him develop this annoyingly not levelheaded feeling for the girl.

The prefect sighed in frustration. Stupid girl, stupid pre- argh don't go there! Shit, I have to get rid of this thing quickly and then proceed to destroy the person that did this to me.

The usually terrified emerald green eyes darkened with anger yet at the same time it glinted with glee at the thought of this new thing on his to-do list. Ruining someone's life? Now that was what he needed to cheer him up after having to spend the afternoon and evening suffering through first Umbridge, and later on Longbottom and his lackeys', presence.

Oh it's going to be very amusing.

Albus Dumbledore stroked his beard as his old eyes stared blankly at the portrait of Headmistress Cynthia Brass, he was only snapped out of his thoughts when the former Headmistress from the seventeenth century started ranting about how children are becoming more and more disrespectful as the years pass.

"…think that someone would have taught them that staring at others is extremely disrespectful and rude. Especially at a lady! Hmph."

Albus' light blue eyes twinkled merrily as he smiled at her, "Of course my dear-"

"-My dear!? Does the child have no shame? Such words, especially to a married lady like myself…"

The twinkle dimmed as Albus sighed and turned away from the painting. The old man tuned the rising murmurs of the other past Headmasters and Headmistresses out as he once again fell into deep thought.

Harry Potter. Oh what am I supposed to do with you? You have failed in… everything. Albus continued to stroke his beard as he turned this problem around in his mind. What am I supposed to do dear boy? Even with everything that I have done, his mind flashed to the potion he had the house elves slip into the boy's food, he then thought about the dark haired man with haunted stormy grey eyes. What to do? I suppose… Neville. Neville Longbottom. He did everything that was meant for… hmmm. Perhaps? No. Maybe? Yes it could work. The boy had received an injury from him at the end of his first year. Albus frowned thoughtfully as another problem arose. But his birth… it is only a day's difference. It couldn't be that big of a deal…

That night the man dubbed the greatest wizard since the Founders went to bed with a lighter heart and a plan.

After all, the magical world wasn't exactly known for their levelheadedness.

Coming up next: Harry schemes, Dumbledore schemes...

Another note, the coming up next isn't always accurate.

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