"Harry! Ron! Hermione!" Donovan called. "You're OWL's results are here!" He called up the stairs. "Get a move on! We all want to see how you did!"

Harry was lying on Erin's bed staring up at the ceiling when he heard Donovan calling him from downstairs. He sighed before sitting up in the bed and put his feet on the floor scratching his hand through his unruly hair and fixing his glasses. He was going crazy, he was exhausted, his nerves were frazzled, and he just didn't want to deal with any of it. He knew very well not all of his classes were going to get good grades, seeing as they hadn't even finished their History of Magic OWL. Okay, he hadn't at least. He knew Hermione and Erin had been checking over their answers when Fred and George had interrupted it. And Divination was going to be bad seeing as McGonagall and Hagrid had been attacked during that one. There wasn't much to be done. He hoped Hermione and Erin had finished though. Erin had been so excited about going to the American University and starting up a University here. All of those dreams were being cut short because they didn't know where she was. Oh, they knew very well who had her. That didn't take a genius to figure out. Voldemort had her and Harry couldn't help thinking about what he was doing to her and it just made him feel enraged. He didn't feel like anything had happened yet, but what if he didn't feel it? What if his scar didn't warn him? That was weighing heavily on him.

"Harry! Come on!" He heard Hermione call. She sounded extremely anxious.

He sighed and pushed himself up off the bed heading down the stairs. "I'm coming!" He almost bellowed angrily hearing Hermione shrieking for him again. That stopped them calling him for a few moments at least. He took the letter from Donovan and tore it open scanning the grades. "1 O in Defense Against the Dark Arts, 5 E's, an A in Astronomy which is more than I expected, P in Divination, and a D in History of Magic, which I did expect. Where's Erin's?"

The others were staring at him a bit. "Um, Sirius has it." Donovan told him.

He started to head down to the kitchen when Hermione stopped him. "Don't you want to find out how we did, Harry?"

He sighed in annoyance. "Ron did pretty much how I did, maybe no O's though and you probably got all O's or an occasional E, which you'll be devastated about."

"He's not wrong." Ron ventured.

Hermione scowled at him opening her letter and then actually did look a little let down. Harry grabbed it. "See? All O's, except 1 E in Defense Against the Dark Arts and you're disappointed! Come on, Hermione! You don't have to be bloody perfect! And I know you're dying to see how Erin did, especially since she had two more classes than you do! And you secretly hope she did worse than you!"

"Harry, that's not fair!" Hermione got out looking a little scared.

"Hey, easy, mate," Ron said trying to calm him. "I know you're under a long of stress, just calm down. Why don't you go see Sirius? See how Erin's looks and then you can concentrate on if she'll be able to get into the University or not."

"She will, you know she will."

"Of course she will." Hermione said gaining a bit of confidence since Harry was calming down. "She's gotten all O's and we can try to do anything to keep our minds from off what's happening."

He nodded. "Yeah, sure," He headed down to the kitchen to see Sirius. He was working on something and Harry saw Kreacher with the letter slowly and carefully reading what was on the page. It seemed he had a rudimentary knowledge to at least do some reading. It was taking him a while though. He saw Harry and held out the paper. "How'd she do, Kreacher?" He asked.

"Mistress has all O's." He said proudly.

Harry smiled a little. "She's on track for all our dreams to come true." He said softly. "12 Owls," he said. "12 Outstanding Owls…" she would have been so excited.

He looked at the second piece of paper there. It said they could sign up for some other classes for next year, some more electives: Ghoul Studies, Alchemy, Art, and Muggle Art. There was also Apparition classes. "Should we sign Erin up for any of these?" He asked Sirius.

"Ghoul Studies, Alchemy, and Apparition, don't think she cares much for Art." He told Harry. "If enough students want to take the electives they'll offer them."

Harry nodded. Kreacher brought him a quill and checked off all of them. Alchemy required an O in Potions, Arithmancy, and Herbology. Erin certainly had all of those. Ghoul Studies required at least an A in Defense Against the Dark Arts.

The summer was almost over and it made Harry anxious to get Erin back. It made his heart ache to spend this much time away from her. Remus came in through the fire. "What's the news?" Sirius asked getting Remus a cup of coffee.

"They found Igor Karkaroff. It was in a shack up north with the Dark Mark over it." He said with a sigh.

"Surprised he lasted this long."

"Me too, from what I remember Regulus only last a few days."

"If that," Sirius agreed settling down with him at the table. "Bill was here this morning telling us that Fortescue's gone."

Harry looked up at that, "Florean Fortescue? The guy with the ice cream place?"

"That's him." Sirius nodded.

"Ollivander's gone too." Donovan said coming into the kitchen, "Dragged off.

"Should we be worried about Fred and George?" Ginny asked right behind him.

"No," Remus shook his head.

Ginny looked surprised at his tone.

He looked up and smiled a little. "Voldemort and his followers have a history of underestimating your family and casting them aside paying them no notice." Remus explained. "That is a good thing for us. It means they aren't expecting anything from you, so why bother with you?"

"What about Dad this last year?"

"Arthur wasn't even supposed to be there that night." Donovan told her. "He took over for someone else. He did that a lot, but no one knew when he'd be filling in. So there was no way to know if it was him there that night or someone else. The snake would have attacked whoever was on duty, it was just coincidence it happened to be your dad."

Molly came in. "Harry, you dropped this." She said handing Harry another envelope. Donovan must've handed him two and Harry hadn't noticed. He opened and found he was now Quidditch Captain and had a pen to wear just like Oliver had. He knew he should be happy…he knew he should feel something, but he didn't, he didn't feel anything.