"You sure you don't want to go?" Harry asked his godfather, who was tickling Dawn's stomach at the moment. It was pretty obvious that a lot of Harry's stress had fallen off him ever since the talk with Dumbledore, since Dawn was ready to leave his side for a while, currently residing in Sirius lap and letting him play with her stomach feathers, soothing the weak bond that those two had as well.

But whatever it was that made his godson relax so much, Sirius had no idea what it was. Somewhere in the back of his mind, a small voice said he once had known but decided to cleanse this knowledge from his mind willfully. But he also knew it was something that helped Prongslet to stay safe and happy, so he didn't start to scratch on that mental wall he felt there.

He shrugged waving it off. "No need Prongslet. You know Melia. Like she would let me in on anything that happens with Dumbledore. It's more Cissy's place to get a feel on the pulse of things. She will tell me later. So I am totally fine here, spending my day with my favourite godson."

Harry snorted amused. "I'm your only godson." He muttered with a tired grin. Sirius grinned back toothy.

"Yeah? Oh, you are right, must have slipped from my mind for a moment."

Harry nodded in a sarcastic way. "Sure. Must have happened."

Sirius answered that with a barking laugh, making Dawn twitch a little. She spread her wings and returned to Harry's lap, chirping at him.

Sirius laughed more, before taking a sullen look. "Oh, I think my lady disagrees with my humour."

Harry brushed his fingers through her the plumage of the grumpy phoenix. The bond was filled with good-natured annoyance as he tickled her chin.

"Yeah, poor Dawn. I know Padfoot can be a brute but he means well." He stage-whispered down at her.

"Oi" Sirius called out, getting stuck out tongue from his godson. Sirius smiled. At least Harry could joke again. While Sirius had noticed the weeks before how Harry had curled into himself, he had thought that was teenager being teenagers. His mirror calls had come less and Harry had turned to a more angry manor, but then again, teenagers turned to be that way when puberty hit them, at least Narcissa said that quite a few times. Well, on the other hand, normal teenagers weren't kidnapped by the Dark Lord and escaped with a dead friend.

Not for no reason he had turned to Andy, asking her to work with Harry. Too late, Sirius thought bitterly. This was way too close for his liking. Harry had needed him, had needed help and once again, he hadn't been there, hadn't seen the signs well enough. That was one of the parts, that made him stay here. Harry should never feel like he had no one to turn to ever in his life again.

Also, spending time with his godson was like spending time with James again. Harry looked so similar to his dead best friend that once or twice he caught himself short calling him James or Prongs. He had the same nature of standing by his friends, the way his eyes lit up when he was near them. The daring way he ran to the rescue of the Greengrass's this summer or when his one true love was there as well. The difference being, that this love was the black phoenix that was rubbing her head against his tummy, instead of a fierce red-head. Or maybe not, he thought, thinking of Ginny Weasley, apparently Harry's girlfriend.

But the more time he spends with him, Sirius saw that Harry wasn't James carbon copy. He was his own person, with equally many parts Lily in him as well as his own. The way he cared for those normally ignored like Kreacher or how quick he placed Narcissa inside the realm of people he cared for, this felt so much like her.

Sirius smiled watching his godson lose himself in Dawn's eyes again. He rubbed her chin and forgot the world around him. This was both his friends legacy and the greatest gift they had ever made to Sirius, entrusting him with their son. Sirius felt his eyes burn a little from unshed tears, thinking about it. They had trusted him with this treasure and he almost blew it away twice now. Never again. Harry was the most amazing person Sirius had ever met, to come from such a past and being such a boy it was mindboggling. Twelve years he had spent in Azkaban, hell on earth and if anyone would ask him if he would do it again for this boy. In a heartbeat. His smile got warmer, he was content to watch the boy, as he tickled and played with Dawn, seemingly unaware of the world outside his bed. That was what love did, Sirius thought to himself with a smile. He turned his head to the side, looking around for a bit. There was a book on Harry nightstand. Sirius leaned over picking it up.

'The life of Godric Gryffindor' was written on the front.

"Andromeda wants me to read that." Harry said, looking up from Dawn, who had caught his finger in her beak, pulling on it. Sirius also looked up, his fingers running over the cover.

"Did she now? Well, it kind of makes sense."

Harry raised an eyebrow and gestured for him to continue. Sirius ruffled his hair for a moment putting down the book.

"Well, it isn't a very well known fact, since Binns never covers the founders, but we know, that Godric Gryffindor didn't die in battle or of old age. He killed himself."

Harry stopped playing with Dawn, no fully focused on the older man. "Really?"

Siris nodded. "There is a number of letters from Helga Hufflepuff to Jupina Smith, the ancestor of the Smith family. In those, she bemoans the loss of her friend and speaks of the way he died. Apparently he flung himself from the Astronomy tower, shortly after Slytherin left the castle and Rowena died from Dragon Pox."

Harry blinked at him in surprise.

"He did?" Harry all but breathed at that. Sirius nodded.

"But why?" The boy asked. Sirius shrugged, picking up the book again and looking at it.

"Who knows? Lady Hufflepuff's letters don't say. She only expressed her sadness about the death of her last friend and that she is saddened that he and Slytherin couldn't put their anger aside before the end."

Harry tilted his head to the side, thoughtful. "How do you know this?"

Sirius smirked. "When I was first sorted into Gryffindor, I wasn't welcomed with open arms. A lot of the other Gryfs looked at me the Black boy and said I wasn't a real lion. Well most did, of course, your father stood by me, never bowing down to anyone. I think it was there and then that we started pranking, to get back on some of those sons of bit...on the other students. But I digress. I looked up a lot of Gryffindors life during that time, trying to figure out what makes a Gryffindor. I think I read this one as well, back then." He handed the book to Harry, who took it, looking at the simple leather binding.

"Think about it, if the man, who we all see as the embodiment of courage has ended his life on his own, who would blame you for thinking in those lines?" Sirius mused. Then he smiled. "That's probably what Andy tried to tell you with this book. Not that I encourage you to try it again, please." There was a pained notion in Sirius's voice and Harry shook his head, looking down at the book again.

"I plan not to." He simply said with a wary smile. Sirius nodded in agreement, smiling at him.

"Better do Prongslet." He said. "How far are you in?"

Harry shrugged a little. "Not a lot yet."

Sirius stood up stretching. "How about you work on that I will go running for a bit." He eyed his godson. Harry nodded in return. He knew Sirius disliked being inside so long. He had no idea why, but probably due to the effects of Azkaban still lingering.

"See you later Prongslet." He said, winking at Harry, before turning into Padfoot.

Harry chuckled. "Have a good run Padfoot."

The black grim took off, quickly leaving the infirmary and Harry picked up the book, opening it with Dawn huddled in his lap, cooing while her warmth spread through his petting fingers.

Harry closed the book with a tired sigh. It had been fascinating. He had learned a lot about Gryffindor and some subtitles about courage that he had never thought of. Sure when you ask someone what is courage, the first thing in their mind is a hero, doing some daring and amazing feat of heroism and yes the book contains this. But it also held other smaller accounts of Godric. Like the fact that he would accept the ridicule of the entire school after making a minor mistake and being punished by the other three founders to work the stables for a week. It wasn't said what that mistake was but he accepted his punishment fair and square. That was what the biography made him out, an honest but arrogant man, thinking too highly of himself sometimes, while on other times could be humble. When you talked to someone they often describe the founders as these larger than life persons, heroes of the age of old, amazing and untouchable.

This biography painted a different story. Important figures, yes. Powerful, of course. But humans. And as such flawed and not so one dimensional. While courage was a feature of Godric Gryffindor, it wasn't his only feature and he was far from the noble, perfect beam of light Gryffindors tended to paint him as. He pushed his own brother out of the family because he answered the call to be the French Court Wizard, a position in which his brother died in by the same sword Harry had pulled from the Sorting hat two years ago. He was also a drunk and a glory hound, inconsiderate to the thoughts of others and quick to anger.

The book spoke of the other founders in a similar fashion and Harry intended to read biographies from the same author about those as well. He was still a hero in the book and his fights in defence of the helpless were great and honest but still, he was not perfect. He had flaws, like everyone, Harry thought to himself. Gryffindor was flawed, like Slytherin, like Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw. Every human had his own flaws because those are part of what we are. Dumbledore, by many revered as the greatest wizard since Merlin had shown his flaws over the last few years. The man wasn't perfect and while the shock of that man being arrested still lingered in his bones, he couldn't help but be cautious.

But it didn't stop by him. Sirius was flawed as well, some of the things Harry loved about him were also his greatest flaws. He was impulsive, certain of himself to the point of arrogance and sometimes a little too self-absorbed. Hermione was his best friend, Harry knew this. But still, she was nosy and when her opinion was formed she could be stubborn as a mule.

Harry scrunched his face a little when he thought about Ron. His best mate. His former best mate. Harry had no idea why but he felt that the bond was broken. Ron had dropped him, when he needed him, out of jealousy. Out of spite.

But then again, as he himself so much better? Yes, he knew Ron could be angry at times but he did nothing to help him. Did he reach out after their fight? Or did he walk away, expecting Ron to fall in line and come crawling back to him? Because he wasn't the bigger man here either. Harry realised that yes, he didn't want to be in the position he was, but he also knew his former friend had quite a large chip on his shoulder. And Harry hadn't helped to lessen it. Like Harry could expect Ron's loyalty without doing much about it. Ever since Sirius got free, had he done anything for his friend? Like really? Yes, he had his new family and that took time, but had he really reached out to his former best mate? Or had he left him on the far side, focusing on himself and simply expected Ron to pick right up where they had left like nothing was wrong? They had seen each other over the summer only three times, not because Harry couldn't make it but because Harry decided to. es, after the breakout he couldn't leave the house, but before that, an afternoon of flying would have been possible.

His mind trailed off when the door opened and the exact person he was thinking about stuck his head through. He looked around, checking for Madam Pomfrey, before slipping inside. He moved over to the bed, where Harry sat up more curios.

Ron rubbed the back of his neck, not meeting his eye.

"Hi." He said, twitching around a little.

"Hey." Harry answered lamely, feeling weird and awkward in this situation. He thought he would feel less weird trying to make conversation with Malfoy right now.

"Look, Harry...I'm sorry. About...well about a lot of things. About what I said after the goblet thing and what happened after. I was an idiot, over the last few months and an asshole to the bloody boot. I...I don't know I was so jealous about you and the life you have now and when that happened I just wanted it to be me, you know. To be me that gets the attention. Up until the first task and then I couldn't be more happy that it wasn't me and then I felt so bad for being a dick to you, but...I was afraid what you might say if I spoke to you again so I pushed it away, you know how well I put things off, always saying to myself, next time, next time...until you did that thing and I realised that there might be no next time to put it off, so I said to myself, I do it now. I now get why mom and dad have this rule not to go to bed angry and I-"

A held up hand stopped him mid ramble. Harry smiled sadly.

"I haven't been the best friend either. I pushed you away, placed other things ahead of you over and over and that wasn't right either."

Ron shook his head. "No, I mean yes, but you had other things on your mind, with Sirius and Miss Black and Dawn and then...they are more important."

Now Harry too shook his head. "But you were my best friend. That should account for something."

Ron blinked and then suddenly snorted in amusement. "Look at us..."

And suddenly both of them were laughing, for a moment their entire fight is forgotten. Ron sat down next to the bed, placing down his bookbag. For a while, they both just chuckled a little.

Finally, Ron ended, placing his hands in his pockets. "Soooo, how have you been? I mean I know I see you every day and with you here but...you know what I mean."

Harry nodded slowly. "Yeah, I get it. I won't lie, it wasn't fun really. You have seen how the other students were and then Cho left me hanging just because of it. That sucked."

Ron turned a little red. "Yeah. But you found someone new, even though...it is my sister."

Harry felt a lump in his stomach. He didn't like to think about Ginny at the moment. Every time his mind wandered to her he felt nervous and worried, somewhat dreading the time she would walk through these doors. Would she be angry with him? Would they fight? On the one hand, he didn't want that to happen but on the other he...he had no idea, he only knew he would be happy to let that happen way later.

"yeah." Was all he brought out.

Ron turned even redded but waved his hands. "That is totally fine if you treat her right and all, I'm sure Fred and George had the whole older brother thing covered, I mean I know they did cause they told me but...anyways, I hope it turned not too nasty?"

Harry frowned for a moment but then a smile turned his face. Ron was obviously as uncomfortable to speak about Ginny with him as Harry was, a sentiment the boy could live very well with.

Harry nodded. "Most of the time not. Not too different from the entire Slytherin-heir thing." Even though he knew Ron knew about this because they were still in the same classes. Ron nodded.

"That sucks man."

It was a weird conversation, neither of the boys really knew how to talk to the other. There was this big elephant in the room both knew about but had no idea how to talk about it. Yes, they had apologised but neither felt like it was enough at the moment. But they needed to try anyway.

"Tell me about it. And then after the first task, it went all to shit, I mean with Gryf and..." Harry trailed off.

Ron leaned a little closer. "What happened there anyways? They told us a portkey misfunction but I didn't buy it, neither did any of the others."

Harry clenched his fist, angrily. "You have three guesses."

Ron blinked. "Not Snape rig...ohhhhhhhhh. Really?"

Harry only nodded fiercely, while Dawn fluttered her wings, almost headbutting his tummy in the attempt to get his attention because his anger flung through the bond.

Ron paled a little bit. "Oh damn. I'm sorry mate. What is it with you-know-who that he always tries to get to you?"

Ron could be blunt at times but this honesty also had his merits. Harry shook his head.

"Dumbledore told me when I came back but I can't tell. Top secret and all that, sorry. Sirius is the only other person that knows." And Andromeda but Ron didn't need to know that.

Ron waved it off. "No need buddy. Must be pretty big of a secret if you can't even tell Hermione."

Harry nodded. "Speaking of which, how was it with her? I know she spends some time with you, even though would never say anything about it. Most of the time she said if I wanted to know, I should talk to you myself. Should have, months ago."

Ron waved it off, shaking his head. "Wouldn't have helped. I know self-reflection isn't my strong suit but even I know I wouldn't have listened to you at all. No, she was much the same with me, telling me to talk to you, make up and so on, but we spoke far less than before. I mostly spend time with Dean and Seamus in fact."

Harry nodded. He had seen it. "How was that? I mean, I know both of them but I don't really KNOW them if you get what I mean?"

Ron nodded. "Yeah. It was actually pretty good. We got along surprisingly well. They always stuck to themselves, said we three were always so closed off. Anyways, it was...fun. It is quite relaxed when Hermione isn't there to hound you for marks and homework, you know?"

Harry frowned. "You know she does that for your own good right?"

Ron blushed a little."Yeah, and I will probably see it in my marks at the end of the year but not butting heads about revising and homework. Also, we get the homework done. By the last minute, but still. When I do homework with her plan half my mind is occupied with what I could do instead you know?" He shrugged a little."Maybe her learning is not my style, I don't know. But speaking of marks, I did notice yours went up, even in potions."

Harry blinked surprised. "How did you notice?"

Ron blushed, looking down. "Well, this will sound shitty, but I hoped to see you fail. I know it is not nice and petty, but I don't know, at that stage, I wanted anything that made me feel less bad, even if it was a bad mark for you."

Harry frowned a little. That was in fact quite petty. But then again, he had quite a few petty thoughts about Ron over the course of their silence.

"Never mind. On the one hand, having someone who cares for my grades is actually a pretty big incentive. But also Daphne Greengrass helped me a lot with that."

Ron flinched only slightly at her mentioning. He disliked Slytherin on principle, but before he came here he had a long talk with Hermione. More like dressing down, but he felt he deserved so it wasn't all that bad. She had drilled it into his head not to be miffed about Harry's personal decisions and feelings. So he tried his best to keep his face in check and tried to keep an open mind like Hermione had told him with strong words.

"And that worked? I thought with Hermione we already had someone pushing us."

Harry smirked, shaking his head. "Yeah, but Hermione sometimes gives me this feeling like she sees ours studies as extensions of her own, you know? Don't get me wrong, she is my best friend, but it is this feeling like she wants us to be good in class because she thinks it would reflect badly on her if we don't. Daphne is different, yeah she is cold and all but with her it is like a deal, we meet on eye-level. I help her in DADA and she helps me in potions and..."

Harry's voice trailed off when he saw the look in Ron's eyes. Downtrodden and somewhat of defeat. He then slowly looked up.

"We don't go back to being best friends this simple right?" He said, not with sadness but more like he realised it only then. Harry blinked then his eyes widened a bit. He had simply spoken of Hermione as his best friend without even thinking a title that before was firmly Ron's. But that was it wasn't it. Hermione was his best friend, no matter the last two weeks, but she was it. She had been standing next to him during this ordeal. Harry slowly nodded.

"I'm sorry, Ron. I wish I could turn back time but...Hermione was there for me this entire time and..." Harry again trailed off. He had no idea what to say really. He wanted to say that they would be fine and great friends again, but Harry just didn't see it. Ron slowly shook his head.

"No Harry, it is fine really. I mean don't get me wrong you were my best mate for years and I will always be your friend, but you are in a different world now. You are a lord, have a phoenix, make friends across the houses, something with you-know-who. It is like you are part of a novel or something."

Harry frowned a little. "I'm sorry, I didn't ask for-"

Ron shook his head, smiling. "No, you didn't. It is nothing you need to apologies for. This is how your life is and I don't fit in it as your best friend, because that isn't my life. When I was young I always wanted to be this important guy. Someone like Minister or head of the DMLE or something. Someone important that people look up to and think 'Man that is the guy'." Harry took a breath but Ron stopped him."No, please let me finish. I know you, it isn't for the glory. But showing that you can really do it? That you are 'The Man'? Sounds more like you."

Harry's first instinct was to deny these words. He was no glory hound. He wasn't like Lockhart, wanting the fame wanting the attention. But even while he thought this other thought crept into his mind. Yes, he disliked the whole boy-who-lived thing, but not because he disliked the attention but because he felt like he didn't earn it. Dawn he had wrung from the fire, yeah he had help but still. He wanted to build House Peverell to be a great house. He wanted to sit in the Wizengamot, wanted people to recognise him, wanted people to see that he was more than a glorified idol, wanted people to see that it was he was worth something, that he wasn't a freak to be cast in a cup-board.

Harry's eyes turned down to his fingers. He had never thought about it. He had always seen himself as humble because it was his first instinct that came when the boy-who-lived thing crashed on him.

Harry nodded slowly."I have never thought about it."

Ron nodded slowly. "And that is fine. I guess. There is nothing wrong with it. Trying to be great I mean. I just don't want it." He blushed a little. "It is so much work and I feel even if I got into that position I would suck at it."

Harry raised an eyebrow. "That is surprisingly self-reflective of you, sorry to say that."

Ron snorted shrugging a little. "I had a lot of time to think I guess. What I want to say is, for you to get to that place you will have to work and you don't need a best friend that is holding you back."

Harry frowned again, shaking his head. "You wouldn't hold me back."

Ron nodded, grinning. "Oh yes, I would. Just look at how you got better in school when you cut me out."

Harry shook his head. "That has nothing to do with this."

Ron smiled sadly. "Maybe, maybe not."

Harry thought and for a while they sat next to each other, saying nothing. Then Harry leaned over, smiling.

"Maybe it is to early for us to be best friends again, but how about two friends rebuilding their friendship again?"

Ron smiled. "I would like that."

"How about some chess?"

Ron grinned as an answer. "Don't you think I go easy on you."

"Not in my wildest dreams."

They were in their second game and Harry was pretty certain this would end pretty soon. Once again his former best friend had his entire line in a chokehold and it was only a matter of time before he would have to topple his king. His pieces were arguing with each other and Harry about every turn. To make things even more difficult for Harry, Dawn was highly interested in the moving chess pieces and tried to pluck them away from the board, so Harry was at the same time playing, convincing his chess pieces to move and wrestled a black chirping phoenix from stopping the game entirely.

He might laugh more than any before the last few days. It was carefree and funny. All thoughts of Voldemort and polar disappeared in the depth of his mind, locked away in a chest.

"Bishop too, no Dawn no give me that Pawn back. Bishop to...yes I want to move you, don't look at me that way. Yes, I see his Queen. No. Dawn!"

Ron sniggered in return. "Man you have to get a hold of these guys." Only for his side of the board to revolt now, shacking their small hands at the redhead with vigour, cursing him in return, making both boys laugh even more.

"Were they always this rebellious?" Ron asked still laughing.

Harry smiled. "Yeah. Fred and George gave this set to remember? I wouldn't put it past the two of them to tweak it a little bit."

Ron nodded with a grin. "Be happy it doesn't give you flippers for hands or makes you talk backwards after you touch it."

Harry grinned. "You are right, I should be thankful. I guess taking a gift from them is always a double-edged sword."

Ron nodded while trying to order his pieces in a line. "Yeah, don't tell me. Have you heard, they pranked Warrington hard yesterday?"

Harry shook his head. "No, Hermione told me about the challenge from Ulrich, not about a prank."

Ron smirked. "Not something she would like. They charmed him to give teachers nicknames during class. He called Snape grease head and Mr Dungeon-bat."

Harry snorted in amusement. "What?"

Ron laughed. "Yeah. Apparently Snape turned almost purple in anger and has for the first time since anyone can remember docked 20 points from Slytherin. He must have been really pissed."

Harry giggled a little. "And Warrington?"

Ron grinned. "Couldn't get it to go away. He didn't speak to Snape after that and went to Flitwick. Apparently it also affected his writing because Flitwick was pretty miffed that the parchment was addressed to Professor Shorty."

Harry held a laugh back again, finally giving up the fight with his familiar and letting her steal his King who in return berated him for his lack of loyalty to the crown.

"Did they get detention for it?"

Ron nodded. "Yeah. Even had the balls to go to a teacher and tell them it was them. You would think they would try to keep it under wraps."

Harry shook his head. "And let people think someone else was a bigger prankster than them? Don't think did they go to?"

"Sprout. While McGonagall was on the other side of the castle. She-"

Bang!

The sound echoed through the corridor in front of the hospital wing. Harry and Ron both looked up.

Bang!

"What the-" Harry didn't get further because at that moment the doors flew open and a black grim barreled inside, dodging a blue curse flung over his head. The grim was barking like he was laughing madly, running down the middle of the room. A second later two angry witches stormed into the infirmary.

One was Narcissa, her hair a little in disarray, her face slightly flushed, while she glared daggers at the running Animagus, firing a second curse at the dog. Next to her was the Deputy Headmistress in her normal dark green robes.

Only her hair, normally in a bun was standing in every direction and was bright yellow, like a cartoon sun. She also had her wand out, pointing at his bum and shooting a nasty looking stinging hex into the yelping dog form, that quickly retreated under and behind the bed of a startled but bemused Harry. Ron gaped at their head of the house, trying to hold back his snigger.

"Mr Black out here at once." McGonagall ordered in her most agitated voice. The door to Madam Pomfrey's office flung open and she also stormed inside.

"What is going on here? This is an infirmary, not a shooting range."

Minerva turned, pointing at her hair. "This MAN charmed my hair into this in the middle of the entrance hall. And then he had the audacity to run!" Her eyes were wide and flaring. Narcissa didn't stop, leaning down and trying to catch Sirius hindleg with a spell rope. But she missed and Sirius jumped more behind Harry's bed.

"Don't you hide behind your godson Sirius Orion Black. You ran me over and there is hell to pay for that! Turn back at once." She snarled out.

Sirius barked out a burst of second laughter like bark and hid more behind Harry. Narcissa frowned even deeper.

Minerva on her side pointed her wand at Sirius. "Fine Mr Black, have it your way." And she shot a very special pulse at the dog form. It was a reverting charm, used to force an animagus back into his human form and to stay that way for a certain amount of time. Harry and Ron had seen Sirius and Remus use it on Pettigrew back in the Shack. It was a mint green spell and it worked a hundred per cent of the time because it detached the mind of an animagus for a short time from his or her subconscious form, therefore stopping the override magic had on the person.

Or it would if it had hit him. But apparently running in his dog form with a werewolf and also after that from police, Aurors and the entire world had made him quite a dodger, not to be forgotten that Sirius was once Gryffindors beater. He ducks under the first and evaded two others until Narcissa finally had it.

She waved her wand in a complex pattern, one well known to businessman and nobles all around the world over a hundred years ago. It was a warding spell of a certain kind. Its original purpose was to ward their conversations from unwanted listeners, namely animagi. Not that Animagus was a widespread gift in Britania but then again, better safe than sorry. But with the invention of other warding patterns, most of which didn't get along with the spell, made it fall out of fashion. Normal listeners and listening artefacts were more common than the one or two stray animagi in the land. So it became a footnote of history, for it stayed mainly in family libraries and old tomes, only for the most paranoid to learn. But what is house Black if not paranoid. A pulse went out of her wand like a globe of simmering air, filling the entire room of the infirmary.

So no one was surprised when Sirius twitched mid-jump and turned back into his human form, sprawled over the wooden floor.

More surprising was the fact that on the wall over the bed next to Harry a second form reverted itself from an unseen small back into a human, clawing at the wall for a millisecond, trying to trick gravity, only to the crash down onto the night-stand next to Harry's bed, shattering the water glass on his and rumbling onto the ground in a heap of scarlet robes and twisted extremities.

All eyes in the room turned towards the cursing and hissing form of Rita Skeeter.

Done. This chapter REALLY turned quite different than I thought it would.

The big thing. Ron and Harry talk again. Like I stated before Ron will not play a big part in this story. He is also not perfect. But he did a lot of soul searching. They will probably not return to best friend status, but still, they will get along better now. I always thought it would be weird for Harry to just accept Ron's words after the first task and be done with it. So I wanted this to be a bit different but I also don't want him to be a total dick. There is a reason why Harry and Ron were friends and I always feel like this is something more human, to have people have a reason and wishes of their own, dreams and so on. Most fics either have Ron as this great buddy or a jealous asshole who doesn't understand the simplest terms. I want this to be different, for Ron to be somewhere in the middle. He will still not get a lot of screentime, mostly stick to Dean and Seamus but he doesn't hate Harry and is his friend.

The star with Godric. I hope I don't contradict canon with the whole he killed himself thing. I myself don't know why he did it in my AU. Maybe he grieved over Slytherin. Maybe he had depression and couldn't bear life. Maybe all his glory hunger was a wish to fill an inner thrust for something but couldn't fill it. I don't know, think your own idea of it.

Finally Skeeter. First I wanted it to end on the chess play but I felt this was a lot better. The idea of having her reverted by accident fitted better for me because I hadn't planted her enough in the notice by people. I know it takes a little bit away from Hermione but wasn't possible. Also, she needs to stop writing soon for story reasons. Oh how that is done, you can guess, will be part of the next chapter and I am positively gleeful that I can write it.

On another account, I read a lot of other fics at the moment and search more. Here is what I am interested in feel free to recommend. Not all accounts need to be met, but most. Pureblood, Politics, Noble houses, Harry gets a family, powerful Harry, Independent Harry, Harry is hetero(that is one of the few dead set things. I have no problem with others characters being gay or anything but Harry is always the one I identify with and I am hetero, so no Draco/Harry), No Snape/Hermione it feels weird and even with time travel it still feels kind of pedo to me, time travel on itself is fine. Godlike Harry. Not so much interest in Marauder Era or Post Hogwarts stories. Hogwarts timeline is my favourite. Harry travelling back in time and becoming a teacher is fine as well.

I have read already: Laughing all the way to london, Marauders Plan, From Ruin, Dodging Prison Stealing Witches, Death Eater Menace, Blinded by Lies, King and Lionheart and the other side of the galleon and a few more I can't name at the moment. So if you have recomandations, feel free.

Next up: Beat into submission