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Harry stared out the compartment window at the landscape he had grown to know, and found himself thinking of Sirius. He had been thinking of his godfather more often, now that he is gone. The trees, the sky, the grass, the wind, just about anything would trigger a memory. Memories that he would have been happy to recall three months ago, but now he wished he could forget. He could hear Ron and Hermione’s inaudible arguing in the back round of his thoughts, but paid them no mind. He just hoped that his two friends would realize their mutual feelings for each other soon. Everyone else knows but them.

“Harry!!” They both yelled at him. He jumped, startled from his mind consuming thoughts and looked at the annoyed faces of his friends.

“Sorry, what?” He asked, not really caring what they had been discussing, but didn’t want to start another bickering session, one was enough.

“We just asked if you were alright, mate. Are you?” Ron asked, with an aware look on his face. Harry hated keeping the prophecy from them, but he couldn’t bear to lose anyone else - least of all them. He looked from Hermione to Ron. He knew they would figure out he was hiding something, but he wanted that to be later rather than sooner.

He shrugged, looked at the floor and said, “I’m fine, just thinking… about stuff.” He looked back up at them. They nodded, grief clinging to their eyes like a shadow. He hated that look, he knew it all to well, like an old friend that betrayed you. His gaze returned to the window, comforted to see the same scene in front of him. It wasn’t a dream. He really was going home.

“We’re going to change into our robes, prefect meeting starts in ten minutes.” Hermione said while walking to the door and opening it.

Ron followed her, then turned and asked “You going to be okay by yourself for a bit?” Harry looked over at him, plastered a fake smile on his face and nodded.

“If I get bored, I’ll go find Neville and Seamus, maybe even Luna.” He said. Ron smiled, waved and left. The compartment door slid closed, and the sound echoed through Harry’s head. This is going to be a long year…



The walls of Azkaban Prison were cold and damp. No lights were burning. All was silent, except for a distant humming. It’s a hauntingly sweet yet sad sound. The kind of sound that pulls at your heartstrings, like that of a whimpering puppy or a newborn child’s cry. The Dementors were drawn to that sound, because it still held the frail hope of happiness. They trailed closer, and the sound became clearer and more distinct. They came to the cell that sound was advancing from, but as soon as they opened the door, the Worden appeared next to them, banishing them with a patronus. They scattered like rats, and he entered the room and placed a tray of food on the end of the twin size bed. The humming all the while never faltered.

He looked up at the source of the sound. She was looking out the window, again. That’s all she ever did anymore, since Sirius escaped. Hum and stare out the bars of her cell at the stormy gray waters as they crashed against the rocks. Jesus, Mary & Joseph… she thinks he’s coming back… no one told her… Even though she was just another criminal he was to look after, he couldn’t help but admire her. Working at Azkaban for twenty-five years is enough to give anyone nightmares for a lifetime. He had seen the kiss performed over three dozen times, and seen what Dementors can do to a person, just being in the same room as them. Of all his years, he had never seen anyone look healthy - let alone sane – after the Dementors have been near him or her, especially after as long as she’d been there.

If she were to be set free tomorrow, no one would suspect her to have ever set foot in here, let alone for six years… He walked towards the door, but was stopped by the sound of a voice he hadn’t heard in over four years.

“I miss him, terribly… he’ll never come back… he was all I had, now I have nothing…” She said just above a whisper. He turned to see her facing him, tears falling down her face like a flood. He was speechless. He hadn’t heard her speak since the night Sirius had escaped. The last words she had uttered where ‘he promised to come for me…’ and she had been silent ever since, except for her heartbroken humming. He stared at her sobbing form. How did she find out? He dismissed this thought. He knew of her powers, but still couldn’t think of anything to say that would comfort her.

So he just said, “I’m sorry for your loss…” and left quickly, before she saw the tears threatening to fall from his own eyes. She turned away from her food and back to the window, looking up at the sky. The sun had just set, but the sky was still a beautiful pinkish purple swirl among the gray clouds. She could hear the voices, whispering to her, but couldn’t understand them. She never could, and probably never would. She groped at the air outside her cell while sobbing.

“You promised… you promised…” was all she said as the sky turned black and the waves crashed harder into the rocks below.



“Harry?” Someone had roused him from his sleep. He yawned, stretched and opened his eyes. He couldn’t see, so he felt around for his glasses, only to have them dangled in front of his face. He graciously took them, put them on and saw a very familiar face.

“Luna.” He said. She smiled at him and gave him a hug. He hugged her back; glad to see she was okay. He had wondered about her over the summer. She had been knocked unconscious and thrown in a desk at the Ministry at the end of last year, and he worried about her.

As if reading his mind, she said in her dream-like voice “I’m fine Harry, I’ve been fine, and I will be fine. What about you? How are you holding up?” He looked at her and shrugged.

“I’ve been better…” He said honestly. She gave him a sympathetic look and hugged him again. He was just glad she wasn’t asking him questions he didn’t want to answer. They parted and she sat down across from him. They talked about how their summers went and their O.W.L. scores, then Hermione and Ron walked back into the compartment.

Hermione smiled at Luna. “Hi Luna, how are you?”

“I’m just fine, and you?”

“I’m good.” She looked to Ron, becoming annoyed. “Ron, be polite.” Hermione scolded.

He looked at her and said, “I was going to say ‘hi’, but you weren’t done yet.” He turned to Luna and said. “Hey Luna.”

“Hey Ron.” Luna replied, giggling under her breath at the two of them. Her and Harry exchanged knowing glances and burst out laughing. It was the first time he had laughed in over four months. Hermione and Ron looked like deer in headlights.

“What’s so bloody funny you two?” Ron asked in a bitter tone. That just made Luna and Harry laugh harder. Hermione started to blush, but Ron just got more confused and annoyed by the minute.

“What’s that?” Harry was broken away from his train of though and laughter by Luna’s question. She sounded afraid. He looked to her; she was staring out the window at the night sky. But something was wrong. He took a better look and saw it. He heard Hermione gasp and Ron say ‘bloody hell’. In one part of the sky, it was swirling, like water going down the drain in the bath. Coming from the inside-out cyclone was hail, rail, snow, and lightening. He could faintly hear the sound of thunder rumbling. Harry realized the direction of which it was approaching. Northwest. That’s just over Azkaban…

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