Que Sera Sera

Chapter Six

The room was silent; Harry was lying on his bed, listening to the steady, but loud snoring that was Ron in the bed next to him.

Starting to close his eyes with slumber, he heard an enormous thump from just beyond the heavy drapes that hid the room from his view. Breathing lightly so as not to be heard, he listened carefully as he heard a whisper.

"Well, what are we up to tonight?" Asked the voice, slightly muffled. It was rough, but young and educated.

"I never said we were up to anything," came a second voice, tinged with aristocracy, also whispering.

"Why aren't we asleep then?" Asked the first voice, a bit louder than before.

"Shh," hissed the second voice, "we don't want to wake anyone who might tell on us."

"And who would tell on us?"

"Oh you know, the usual suspects," replied the second voice, quietly chuckling.

"Ahhh," realised the first, who was standing very close to Harry's bed.

Harry thought that he might be able to stop whoever was out there if only he had his wand, which was on his bedside cupboard. Quietly swearing, he heard a great cry.

"Jesus Christ, the people in this room," cried the first, hopping around so loud that Harry was sure that everyone in the room would wake.

"Shut up Black, we are the people in this room," muttered the second.

'Black', thought Harry, 'Sirius, but he doesn't sound like that. That person's too young." Realising that he must be dreaming, Harry laid down once more.

"What's going on?" Asked a third voice, still groggy from just waking up. "Sirius, James, what on Earth are you up to?"

"Up to?" muttered Black, who was Sirius, "what makes you think we're up to something?"

"You're always up to something, you can't help it," muttered the third voice.

Harry heard the clasp of a trunk open and someone start to rifle through it, occasionally clinking jars and thudding books.

"I know," came the second voice, James, "we really do deserve to be expelled, but Remus, it's all in the timing."

"Yes indeed," whispered the third, Remus, sarcastically. "What are you actually doing?"

"Well," started Sirius, before erupting into a fit of evil laughter before falling silent, "we sent an anonymous love letter to dear old Snape and we're going to give him the fright of his life."

There was a quiet sound of two palms being hit together and two of the voices erupted into fits of giggles, sounding like girls.

"Sounds like fun," answered Remus flatly. It was not him that had laughed.

"Yeah, it will be," said James, and the trunk closed. "And with this baby, he won't even know what hit him. For all he'll know, he'll think Moaning Myrtle's out to have him as her new man!"

The two voices laughed again.

"And what's that?" Asked Remus.

"This, my friend," replied Sirius, "is James' new toy, an invisibility cloak. Pretty nifty eh? Think of all the trouble we can get up to and McGonagall won't even know it's us."

"In or out, Moony?" Asked James.

"Out, Prongs, buddy, Potions end-of-term tomorrow."

"Well, see ya," answered Sirius, his voice growing faint as he walked away from Harry's bed.

"Wouldn't want to be ya," finished James, sounding like he'd followed Sirius

"I had nothing to do with this," Remus called, "remember that when you get caught."

"For sure," muttered James barely audible to Harry.

There was the sound of drapes being rustled and the creaking of a bed. Suddenly, the door slammed and Harry woke up with a start, or he thought he did.

Sitting up in bed, Harry silently pulled back the drapes.

Pale moonlight filtered through the window revealing the room to be unchanged from when he first went to sleep. There was no trunk in the middle of the room, and Harry assured himself that it had been a dream.

Laying back down, Harry was about to go back to sleep when he head a scream from somewhere outside the common room.

Racing through his dorm, the common room and the portrait hole, Harry searched the adjacent corridors.

He could see no one.

Walking down the passage that led to the Entrance Hall, Harry almost tripped. Looking down, he noticed something he hadn't before.

There was a body on the floor, dressed entirely in black.

Leaning down, he noticed that it was still breathing, but was unconscious. Lifting it from the floor with ease, as it was so light, he walked to the hospital wing, rapping on the locked door.

Madam Pomfrey peered groggily through the small gap she had made when she opened the door.

"Mr. Potter, what are you doing here? It's past midnight, you should be in your dorms."

"I'm sorry Madam, but I heard someone scream and I found them," he replied showing Madam Pomfrey the unconscious person.

"Oh dear, how could this have happened?" She suddenly turned stern, "I hope it wasn't another of your pranks Potter."

"Oh no, I just heard a scream and ran to see what happened."

"Very well, give them to me and I'll look after them, you'd best go back to your dorm before you get caught."

"But-" Harry protested, he didn't even know who they were.

"No, you heard me, off to bed," she cut in, shutting the door on him.

Walking back to the Gryffindor common room, Harry remembered the dream he'd had, about his father and Sirius. He would be sure to ask Sirius in the morning. All he could do for now was consult Lily's diary, to see if she knew if James and Sirius were up to anything.

Looking for the final week of term before Christmas, the same time period he was currently in, Harry could not find an entry. The last entry made was December seventeenth; the day before Harry had had the dream and then nothing until January the first.

'Strange,' he though to himself, 'she wrote in the diary every other day up till that point, but then she stopped for two weeks.'