When I have nothing to put here...I always feel awkward writing something here...oh, well...

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At the Hogwarts opening feast, Harry was first surprised that the Sorting Hat sang a different song every year as this was the first year he had witnessed the sorting after his own. Secondly, he was shocked by the cancellation of the Inter-House Quidditch Cup. Thirdly, he was stunned by the introduction of "Mad-Eye" Moody as their new Professor in Defense Against the Dark Arts and that this ex-Auror had a thing in for most of the Slytherin House members' parents and for their beloved Head of House, Professor Severus Snape. Finally, he was absolutely speechless to learn about the Tri-Wizard Tournament and, like most of the students, couldn't stop talking about it all the way to the dungeons.

"I wouldn't want to join though." Harry finally admitted as they started getting ready for bed. "I've had enough of adventure.

"People have died in that tournament." Theo muttered. "I wouldn't want to join it even if I was eighty."

Harry couldn't agree more.

School began with what Harry would like to call a "bang" if only because of the Blast-Ended Skrewts. Then there had been the moment when Ron had come up to Harry (probably to rant on about what happened at the World Cup and making him look bad) when Malfoy had insulted the Weasley and Harry had by instinct defended the red-headed only to have a hex fly by his ear the moment he spun around. This had been the highlight: Mad-Eye Moody turning Draco Malfoy into a ferret and bouncing him up and down on the floor.

Then things had soured during D.A.D.A. when Harry had witnessed the Unforgivables thanks to Moody's teaching. Harry's heart had been hammering hard throughout the whole lesson and he didn't find out until afterwards that he had been gripping Theo's hand painfully hard during the whole event.

"I can't believe he showed us that." Harry couldn't keep his voice from a whimper. "We should report him."

"No good reporting him." Theo muttered under his breath as Draco started to pass them, going on proudly at how one day he was sure he could cast those spells, but with more meaning behind it than Moody ever would.

As soon as Draco was gone, Theo pulled Harry into an alcove. "You need to be more careful, Harry. You know a lot of the Slytherin had parents who were supporters of You-Know-Who."

"I'm not scared of them."

"You should be." Theodore snapped and then pulled Harry out of the nook. "Come on."

School seemed to get worse after that. First of all, Harry had the idiotic idea of finally telling Sirius about his scar hurting and the man sent a letter back saying he was going to visit, which, for some reason, made Harry feel very embarrassed. Theo seemed to understand this and told him to send Sirius a letter back telling the man that it wasn't necessary and that Harry would just go to the infirmary.

"You don't actually have to go though." Theodore told him. "And also tell him that if it persists or gets worse or Madam Pomfrey says something worrisome about it you'll report to Dumbledore."

This all sounded reasonable enough to Harry and he sent Hedwig on her way with the new urgent letter.

Secondly, he and his classmates got to practice fighting the Imperio, something none of them wanted to do. By the end of class, Theodore was shaking like a leaf and Draco seemed about to break out into tears, though he pretended it was because he was mad.

"That wicked old half-nosed man!" Draco barked at anyone close enough to listen. "He was deliberately crueler to us because we're Slytherin! It had nothing to do with us needing to learn it! He didn't touch a single Gryffindor! Did you see? Not a single one!"

"Do you think he did it on purpose?" Harry whispered to Theo as they headed for an abandoned classroom. "Do you think he was meaner to use because we're Slytherin?"

"A lot of Death Eaters and supporters of You-Know-Who claimed to be under the Imperius Curse after the first wizarding war." Theo mumbled back, still quivering. "Some aurors believe they lied. Don't doubt Moody among those aurors...probably think if we know how to resist it, we have no excuse if we become "Dark wizards" like our parents supposedly."

Harry thought about asking Theo if his father really was a Death Eater, but then changed his mind, realizing it'd be rude and that he didn't want to hear the answer.

Instead, he stated, "I hate how he puts me on edge. It's like he thinks we're going to be attacked any second."

"Bet he does." Theodore muttered. "Don't like it much either."

Later on through school, Sirius had written Harry telling him that he didn't believe Harry for a second and was already in Hogsmeade and writing for permission from Dumbledore to visit. Reluctantly, Harry had shown this to Theodore who had shrugged, informing Harry it was just easier to accept his fate at this point and try to act as if it wasn't a big deal.

"This is bloody ridiculous." Harry groaned and tried to figure out how he was going to act.

He was caught off guard when the very next day he met Sirius Black in the Entrance Hall on his way down to breakfast. McGonagall was with him and chatting easily about who knew what. Sirius caught sight of him, did a double-take, and jumped a little before giving Harry a shaky smile.

"Harry!" He laughed, embracing him as easily as if Harry was his own son. "I forgot there that you were sorted in Slytherin. Good to see you again."

"Y-you too." Harry felt abruptly uneasy, recalling the letter he had received last year in which Sirius had claimed House didn't matter.

"He does look a lot like James, doesn't he?" McGonagall grinned at them. "Took me a few days to get used to it as well, seeing "James" in Slytherin robes."

Harry stiffened as he suddenly realized this may have something to do with Sirius' shock.

"Indeed." Sirius laughed. "Well, we have a lot to talk about, Harry."

"N-not really." Harry tried to brush it off. "I mean, it was just the once and it hasn't happened since. I think it was just a bad dream."

Sirius began walking Harry out of the Entrance and through the castle. "What were you dreaming about?"

"I don't remember." Harry lied, knowing full well he wouldn't be forgetting this dream any time soon.

"Nothing?" Sirius asked, looking concerned. "Harry, you do know that this is very important? A magically-made scar like that...if it hurts it's for a reason, Harry, and probably not a very good reason either."

Harry hesitated, torn between his embarrassment and what he knew he probably needed to do.

"Well, it was about You-Know-Who."

"Voldemort?"

Harry flinched at the name. "Y-yeah...um..."

Giving up, he retold the dream to Sirius, who listened quietly and without interrupting.

When it was over, Sirius finally spoke, "This is very important, Harry. You should tell Dumbledore about it."

"I don't know if a dream is really anything to bring to Dumbledore..."

"But your scar hurt, therefore, it is more than just a dream, Harry." Sirius pressed.

"I don't know..." Harry fidgeted under his godfather's stare. "I'll...think about it."

"Don't wait too long." Sirius warned him. "Or it may be too late."

"Thank you." Harry tried a smile. "For coming to see me."

"Of course, Harry." The man patted Harry's shoulder reassuringly. "I will do everything I can as the godfather I should have been."

Harry grinned at this. "So you going to stay and watch the Tri-Wizard Tournament?"

"Oh, definitely if Dumbledore will let me." Sirius barked a short laugh, every bit like a dog.

Only a few hours later, the entirety of Hogwarts was gathered together again to welcome Durmstrang and Beaubatons.

Finally got through this one! :D I thought I never would! Review if you want.