His Secret

In The Hospital Wing... Fifth Year Running

"HARRY!" Fred and George yelled as they heard a soft thump from inside the cubicle.

"I think we should go in." George said solemnly.

"Alohamora." Fred hissed under is breath and the door swung open to reveal Harry keeled over on the tiled bathroom floor. "Go get a teacher." he muttered.

Soon Harry was in the hospital wing, each thin hospital beds decorated with pristine white sheets. Harry was tucked into a back corner, away from the bustle of the main entrance.

"Will he be all right?" Sirius was sitting next to Harry, smoothing the jet black hair- which was matted with sweat- away from his emerald eyes.

"Give him time, but I recommend taking him to St. Mungos for a full scan. You may have missed things in the holidays, certainly I would have his brain checked out to see if anything is obstructing his learning skills." Madame Pomfrey looked sympathetically at Sirius, earlier that day she had been informed of his innocence and she took the explanation gladly. Sirius gulped and nodded.

"When will he go?" Fred asked in a small voice.

"As soon as possible." Madame Pomfrey replied.

"Fred, George, I want you and Ginny to go with him. I wont be able to and I have a feeling that Harry doesn't like Ron and Hermione seeing him like this. After all he acts as the leader of their trio, and being weak in front of both of them is something, I believe, he hates."

"Mr. Black, you have matured since you were at school, yet, vaguely, I remember you saying you would be a child forever." Madame Pomfrey chuckled, trying to ease the tension in the room.

"Grave times Poppy." Sirius said solemnly.

"And who gave you permission to call me Poppy?" Madame Pomfrey gave them one last smile before disappearing to tend to a students ear infection.

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Harry awoke to a faint buzz of hushed murmurs, his head spun painfully. Groaning, Harry peered through his heavy lids.

"Sirius?" he questioned, his voice weak.

"Yes pup?" inwardly Sirius gave a sigh of relief, Harry had woken up.

"What's happening?" Harry seemed scared; Sirius' heart leapt.

"You're going to St. Mungos pup. I can't go but Fred, George, Ginny and anybody else you want will go." Sirius spoke softly.

"Why?" panic rose in Harry's throat; why did he have to go to St. Mungos. Had he done something wrong?

"The Healers just want to run a few scans, like the ones that happened in the summer and a couple of test. Nothing to worry about." Sirius comforted.

"Can just Fred, George and Ginny go?" Harry gingerly placed his glasses back on his face.

"Yeah, that's fine pup. Now do you want to go get packed, I'll come as Snuffles." Sirius flashed Harry a swift grin before changing into his animagus form, a large black dog.

"Thanks." Harry said gratefully before running his fingers through Sirius's matted fur. Snuffles just rubbed his head against Harry's shaking hand.

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"Oi, Potter, do you like my robes?" Malfoy was leaning casually against the wall, gesturing to his untucked shirt and his half done up tie and his non existent robes. Harry just ignored him as Snuffles gave a low menacing growl yet continued walking with his head held high. Proud of his godson.

When Harry got to Gryffindor Common Room the room fell silent, everyone turned to face him, before continuing there conversations, a lot louder than before. Glancing around the room Harry saw many fiery words burn. DISSAPOINTMENT burnt on the back of Neville's robes, ANOREXIC on Lavender's, FAKE on the back of Romilda Vane's and many more.

Fred, George and Ginny sidled silently up to Harry, Ron and Hermione had obviously been told to stay sitting.

"So, want company?" Ginny smiled, her beautiful red hair not quite managing to cover INVISIBLE which was burnt into her back.

"Please." Harry grinned back.

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"Twins!" Ginny exclaimed as the twins helped Harry throw as many pair of socks into his overnight rucksack as they could.

"Sister!" they stood straight springing into a military salute.

"Show Harry your robes, I can see you hiding them." both boys blanched, but slowly they turned in unison to show Harry their fierce words. On George's robes was burnt the word JEALOUS and on Fred's was AUTOPHOBIA. Harry looked questioningly at Fred, clueless to what his robes meant.

"It's a phobia, the fear of being alone." Fred sighed, his face tinged pink and suddenly very interested in a lone sock. Harry just nodded; he understood Fred and George were inseparable one of them being alone even scared him.

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"Ready?" Harry, the twins and Ginny were standing near the fireplace in Dumbledore's office. Together they nodded, and one by one they stepped into the emerald flames, shouting "St. Mungos!" as they went.