What the fuck?!

Harry woke on the second Tuesday of October earlier than usual. A glance out the window showed the night sky still out, however he was fully awake. It wasn't until he sat up, confused at the early start when he realised why. Crookshanks was sat at the end of his bed, looking over him. The cat meowed and padded across to him, laying on his lap.

He huffed a small laugh, stroking the cat as he laid back against the headboard of his bed and took out his password-protected journal. Inside had all his notes from what he found out over the summer, and he decided to look into it more closely now.

Dumbledore, for a start, was a problem. The fact the man felt the need to spell 3 students, potentially more, was worrying. The man could be planning anything to do with the spells, and Harry worried what exactly of his past actions were him or Dumbledore. There were too many events that had happened over the past 2 years which Harry now could see himself definitely not putting himself in. The man wasn't to be trusted, he could be sent to Azkaban for the crimes they knew he did, even with his influence in the Wizarding World. Child Endangerment, Unlawful use of Magic. Magic Binding itself without consent was enough for life in Azkaban.

Another thing he needed to worry about was the Heir thing. He was the Heir of 3 Most Nobel and Most Ancient Houses (Peverell, Black, Ravenclaw), 2 Most Nobel and Ancient Houses (Potter, Longbottom as Neville was its Lord). He had bloody told the Goblins he would learn what it meant to be an heir, yet his brief overview of what he needed to learn would most definitely not be done within a year. Not alone anyway. He needed to learn how to act, how to greet, how to bloody eat, for Merlin's sake. Greetings changed depending on status, and Houses. He only really researched into his own family over the summer.

However, as he debated on what he should do with learning to be an heir, he paused and flipped a few pages. Neville was his Godbrother, and the Lord of the Most Nobel and Ancient House of Longbottom. Neville had never brought up he was his Godbrother, but he hadn't either. He never even really spoke to the boy. 

A glance over at him made Harry nod. He would talk to Neville about it. If he was a Lord, then surely he could help him? It would be a good opportunity to get to know his Godbrother, as well as a way to learn his place. Or, Neville could offer someone else to help him. He wasn't too fussed about who taught him his place, but he did want to get to know the boy. Harry barely had any family as is, his only relatives being his abusers. They may not be blood relatives, but his mother swore an Oath of Protection to be his Godmother. His parents chose her. 

With a sigh, he flipped through the pages of his notebook and settled on the one about his own magic. From what he had read, being able to feel the magic around him was not normal. In fact, since meditating to become an Animagi with Ron and Hermione, getting more in touch with his magic core, he could feel more. 

He could feel spells, and their power from across the classroom. It had been making understanding casting so much easier. He could feel wand movements, the way magic lingered in the air, the destination and intent before it was even cast. The feel of the magic of Hogwarts become more comforting, and heavy. And, he had absolutely no clue as to why. 

None of the books on magic cores had contained any knowledge on it. He worried this might be a topic which its contents were contained within the Forbidden Section within the Library, and he didn't want to break the rules and sneak in there. He'd much rather just ask Pince herself before even considering it.

He sighed, closing the journal, which locked with a click, and placed it back in his bedside table. There was just so much he needed to do, and not enough time to do it.

Looking down at the cat, who had turned to look up at him when he put the book away, he mumbled, "I'm screwed, aren't I?"

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Harry returned to the Gryffindor common room one evening that same week, absolutely freezing but happy with how training went, when he noticed the excitement. 

"What's up with everyone?" he asked, sitting down in his usual seat by the fireplace. Hermione and Ron were sat on the sofa, completing some Star Charts which were due in on the Tuesday coming.

"First Hogsmeade weekend was revealed," Ron stated, jerking his head to the old, battered bulletin board.

"Excellent," Fred said, as the twins walked over to see when it was, "I need to visit Zonko's."

"It's the last weekend of October, Halloween," Hermione said, answering Harry's unanswered question, a small, sad smile on her face. 

Oh.

He had found out near the middle of last year that the 31st was the day his parents died. Honestly, he wasn't surprised. The day seemed to be cursed. But last year, the day had already passed by the time he found out. This year, he knew. 

"We can stay if you want," Ron offered, after he had looked up from the homework, "Give you some company."

Harry, however, shook his head, "I'll be fine. You two go, enjoy the day out of the castle. Just promise to bring me back something." His smile was tight, however he meant the words. He rather be alone, at least for this year.

Hermione opened her mouth to say something, most likely argue, when Crookshanks jumped on his lap, cutting her off. He curled up on Harrys lap after getting comfortable.

"He likes you more than me, I swear," Hermione mused, turning back to her Star chart.

Ron huffed a laugh, "He keeps trying to eat Scabbers. You recon Mum or Dad would get me a new pet if he did? Like an Owl, something actually useful."

Hermione frowned, "You speak so poorly of your pet Ronald. And I'm sure Crookshanks won't be the one to kill him in the end."

"Oh your sure are you?" Ron teased, but Hermione straightened.

"Yes actually. It's this weird nagging in my mind, I don't exactly get it," She stated, before waving her hand, "But Scabbers definitely wont be eaten. I'm sure."

Ron turned to Harry, "I swear she's turning into Trelawny."

Harry laughed, scratching Crookshanks' ear, whilst Hermione threw a pillow at Ron, "You like throwing things at him, don't you 'Mione?

"I fear it's the only thing that keeps me sane these days," She mock sighed. Ron gasped in feigned outrage.

"This is cruelty!"

"I'm sure you can manage a few pillows, Ronald,"

Ron turned to Harry for backup. In return, Harry threw a pillow at him as well, causing both him and Hermione to laugh at Ron's face.

"You guys are so mean," he grumbled, turning back to his Star chart.

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Most of October went well, if not fast. Except on the 16th, when Lavender found out her rabbit died, and Trelawny did a whole bit about how she was right in their next class.

It was currently the 28th, and Harry just went up to his dorm, almost standing on Scabbers who was running from a Crookshanks, to get his homework to do with Ron and Hermione in the library.

He walked in and saw Neville, doing his own homework in bed, alone.

"Hey Neville," He quickly greeted, walking over to his bed. Neville said hello back, and they lapsed into silence. 

He had just taken the homework from his bag when he caught a glimpse of his journal and remembered that he had needed to talk to Neville about the whole Godbrother-heir thing.

"Hey Neville?" He winced at his nervous voice, turning to look at the boy, who had looked up at him when he spoke.

"Yeah?"

"Well- I found out something over the Summer, and uhm.." He scratched the back of his neck, "I was just wondering- Did you know? That we were Godbrothers, that is. Because I didn't, and you had never brought it up before, and well I'd like to think you would of if you had known." He was rambling, he knew he was.

Neville blinked a few times before sitting up a bit straighter, "Yeah, I did, I just... You didn't know?" When Harry shook his head, his eyes widened, "Merlin, I just thought you didn't want to have anything to do with me! I can't believe you didn't know! I thought it would of shown up on your inheritance test?"

"It did," Harry confirmed, causing Neville to frown, "But I only just recently took one. This summer."

Neville reeled back in shock as if someone slapped him, "What? But... what?!"

Harry sat down on his bed. Merlin this would be a long talk. He went through what he gathered he could tell Neville. That he was raised by Muggles, that his magical guardian, who he had informed Neville was Dumbledore, hadn't told him of his place, and that he discovered he was an Heir. He hadn't told him what houses yet, that'll come later when he knew the boy more.

"So," Neville started, leaning forward. Homework had been forgotten long ago, "You know literally nothing about your place in the Wizarding World? Nothing?"

Harry shook his head, "I didn't even know that my name was bloody Harrison, I thought I was just Harry."

Neville let out a slow breath, "Harry- or would you rather Harrison?" When he said Harry, Neville nodded and continued. The once shy and nervous boy he usually displayed himself as seemed to have disappeared, "Harry this is bad. Like, really bad. I mean, from what your saying, Dumbledore could be administrated the Kiss."

Harry winced, "Yeah."

Neville looked at him with a grimace, before it turned to a frown, "You need to learn what it's like to be not just an Heir, but a Lord."

Harry nodded, "Yeah, uhm.. I was wondering if you could teach me actually. I mean, I want to get to know you more, your my Godbrother after all, you know? And I thought that maybe, if you wanted to, of course," he assured, "you could teach me?"

Nevilles eyes had widened, before he smiled, "I would be honoured to teach you Harry."

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They had agreed on Heir lessons on Thursdays in the library, in the secluded area the trio had previously found and had been using to study. He also didn't have to use the time turner that day and it was overall a short day.

When October 31st came, Harry woke up with a pit in his stomach he didn't know the reason for. Until he remembered the day. He sighed, cursing his relatives for making his body wake up at bloody 6:30 every day of his life, and thus making today such a longer day than necessary. 

He rolled over and buried his face into his pillow, determined to at least try and go back to sleep. He set on meditating after 10 minutes of being unable to take his mind away from his parents.

The next hour and a half went by quickly before Ron woke. He hadn't even noticed when Crookshanks jumped onto his bed whilst he was meditating and fallen asleep next to him.

He smiled weakly, scratching behind the cats ears for a minute before getting up and getting ready with Ron.

He hadn't particularly put much thought into just how depressed he would feel today. Pulling on his shirt and being reminded of how he shielded his back away from the others, how he mainly hid his torso and changed quickly when he knew the others wouldn't see made him swallow thickly at how different his life could of been. How different his body could of looked. Maybe he would of been taller, and not one of the shortest in his year, and he knew he definitely wouldn't of been malnourished like he was.

Rubbing his face with his hand, he fixed his jumper, and put in his study material. He'd study to pass the day.

Ron smiled at him and they walked down to the common room together to find Hermione there waiting, and the trio walked down to breakfast.

"Anything in particular you want? Maybe from Honeydukes?" Hermione offered as they sat down at the table and began piling food onto plates.

"I don't even know what shops there are Hermione, you don't even need to get me anything, there will be plenty at the feast tonight."

"Are you sure mate?" Ron asked, tilting his head.

"I'll be fine," Harry assured, his smile not quite reaching his eyes. The two decided on dropping the topic, much to Harrys relief, and started talking about the essay they had due for Charms next Friday.

He accompanied them to the entrance hall, where Filch was standing and checking off names on a long list, peering suspiciously at everyone to make sure no-one would be sneaking off.

"I'm going to find a book on Wizarding traditions and holidays, I think," Hermione said. Harry had brought them up a few days prior, to which Ron said that they had mostly been forgotten due to the increase of muggleborns. They had interested both Harry and Hermione, "Maybe we can do some this year and the next to come."

Harry just nodded, before saying his goodbyes and breaking off from them as they walked out of the doors.

"Staying here, Potter?" Malfoy sneered as he walked past. Crabbe and Goyle walked next to him, but when he stopped, the two continued on.

"Yeah, I am."

Malfoys sneer turned into a disappointed frown to then a suspicious scowl as the boy turned and walked away, clearly unhappy with his response.

Taking a deep breath, Harry turned around and headed for the library. He smiled at Pince when walking in, the woman growing on him the more he spoke and interacted in general with her. Pince smiled back as he walked to his usual study spot, and began working on going through the History of Magic course.

2 Hours passed before he had snapped the book shut and banged his head on the table. He couldn't focus properly anymore, his mind constantly flickering to his parents, how they were now just parts of history. And, for some unknown reason, he kept thinking about the woman screaming on the train. After the 4th time he thought of it, he came to the sick realisation that it very well could of been his Mum. After that, he couldn't get the scream out of the loop that was playing in his head.

Sitting back up, he rubbed his temple, ignoring the feel of the lightning bolt scar that covered it and the side of his forehead. He wish he knew more about them. Their friends, hobbies, favourite subject, who they hated, who they were fans of, Quidditch teams, everything. Instead, he knew their names, their sacrifice, his fathers history and his mothers sister. Nothing about them. 

His head then snapped up, and he hurriedly stood up and walked over to Pince's desk. The woman was seated reading over a list of who knows what, and looked up when he got close enough.

"Mr Potter," she greeted.

"Hi, uh.. Do you have yearbooks here at Hogwarts?" 

"We do yes," her eyebrow arched, curious at the question, "why do you ask?"

"Do you keep them? I wanted to see if I could.. see my parents one," he swallowed thickly, uncomfortable at the honesty.

Pince looked stunned for a moment, before her face softened in a way he hadn't seen before, "We do. Let me go grab it for you," she nodded once before standing and walking off to a room behind the desk.

Harry stood there uncomfortably, shifting his weight from foot to foot as he waited.

After a few moments, she reappeared with a thin hardcover book, the words on the cover shining with the gold foiling. She sat back down in her seat and opened the cover, writing within it, before offering it to him. He took it, swallowing as he reminded himself on how to speak, "Thank you."

"There will be no need to return this, you may keep it," She stated, leaning back in her chair.

Harry went to protest, but she continued, "one is made for every student in the year, as well as a few extra copies. I have plenty more, Mr Potter, you can keep it."

He looked down at the yearbook, nodding and whispered another thank you. He smiled at her, and quickly walked back to where his bag and history of magic textbook laid unaccompanied. 

Once he'd sat down, it took a long time before he even opened it. He stared down at it for about 20 minutes, just looking at the pristine cover as it laid on the table.

He cleared his throat as he opened it, spotting where Pince wrote 'Property of Harry Potter' on the first page before turning to the contents page, where he found a list of names in alphabetical order. He didn't read any of them, instead searching for his parents. 

He found Lily Evans first, and immediately flipped to the page, where his breath stopped for a moment.

There, on the page, was his mother, smiling at the camera, but it looked as though she was looking right at him with the same eyes he had grown familiar with in his own reflection. She had long, wavy hair, flowing over her shoulders and back. Her freckles covered her cheeks, and her smile was wide. He almost huffed in amusement when he realised they had the same nose. Not just his eyes like his mothers, then. She had her Gryffindor uniform on, and proudly displayed was her Head Girl badge. 

It took a while to take his eyes off of the moving image, and he read the words below.

Lily Donna Evans

5th and 6th Year Prefect

Head Girl

Top of Class in Charms

It wasn't much, but it was more. His mother had been good in Charms, was it her favourite? He didn't know, but he did know it was her best class. She was so good she had been at the top. He swallowed and turned the page, where more photos of her and other people, her friends, were displayed. There was one of her with 3 other girls sat by the lake, all laughing and talking in the photo loop. The one beneath it he was momentarily stunned at because his mother was stood next to him but then he quickly realised it was his dad. The photo was large, containing a mixture of people, all wearing Gryffindor uniforms. He had no idea who most of them were.

He did know his parents, and knew that the man standing next to him was Sirius Black. They looked too similar not to be. There was also a boy standing behind the two, who looked eerily similar. He decided to look through the names list after he looked at his dads page, and set out to find that. He gave one last lingering look at his mum before flipping through the pages.

His fathers page was different. The photo of him didn't show him in his uniform but in casual clothing. He could tell right away why everyone said they looked alike, but had a second thought that he looked more like his mum than most thought. James had the same messy hair as him, and he thought maybe they'd share a smirk. 

James Fleamont Potter

Quidditch Captain 6th and 7th year

Head Boy

Similarly, he spent a while just staring down at the words and picture. The next page also had more pictures. The first was the same photo as the one on his mothers page, which made him smile at the similarity, and the other was a group of 4 boys, all laid out on the grass, laughing.

One he recognised instantly as Sirius Black, and the other that he thought was similar was there as well. The 4th he hadn't recognised yet. It wasn't for a while until he straightened and flipped to the content page again for confirmation. He thought the man looked like....

Remus Lupin   ............. Page 32.

Lupin. His teacher. His teacher knew his parents. Was in their year. He definitely did not look it. He was going grey for Merlins sake. He quickly went to page 32 and looked through his page.

Remus Lupin

5th, 6th, and 7th year Prefect

Top of Class in Ancient Runes, Defense Against the Dark Arts.

What the fuck.

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Harry spent the next hour going through the yearbook. Sirius Black was confirmed to be in his parents year, and from the 2 extra pictures, seemed very close to his father. The other boy, he discovered, was Peter Pettigrew. The man Sirius Black blew up, alongside the muggles. Which was fantastic wasn't it?

He had packed up his textbook and yearbook in his bag and set off to find Lupin, wanting to know why the man hadn't mentioned knowing his parents yet.

It didn't take long. In fact, he almost walked into the man.

"Oh Harry! What are you doing?" he asked, looking around, "Aren't you usually with Ron and Hermione?"

"Uh- No they're at Hogsmeade."

"Ah," He said, considering Harry for a moment.

"Why don't you come in?" He offered after a small moment, "I've just received the Grindylow for our next lesson."

"Water demons?" Harry asked, following Lupin into his office. In the corner stood a large tank, with a sickly horned creature, its faced pressed against the glass, pulling all sorts of faces at the two, "Charming."

Lupin laughed, "We won't have much difficulty with him."

"The key is to break the grip right?" Harry asked, greatful to be delaying bringing up his parents.

"Very good, 5 points to Gryffindor," Lupin said, walking to his desk, "Tea?"

"Yes please, uh 2 sugars, no milk."

"Sit down, please."

Harry did, sitting down in one of the three oddly comfortable chairs as Lupin made their tea.

"I've only got teabags, but I daresay you've probably had enough tea leaves for now," He mused, eyes twinkling when Harry looked at him.

"You know about the Grim then?" 

"Professor McGonagall mentioned it," he walked over and handed Harry a mug, who greatfully accepted it, "Not worried are you?"

Harry shook his head, "Nope. Not for me anyways," he mused.

He took a sip of his tea, ignoring the boiling temperature when Lupin tilted his head, "Anything worrying you, Harry?"

"No," The lie was his immediate response, before he realised he really should bring it up, "Yes." He took a gulp of the tea before sighing, "Why didn't you tell me you knew them?"

After a small silence, he continued, "My parents, I mean. Why didn't you tell me you knew them? Were friends with them?"

There was a long, stunned silence, in which the seconds ticked by like hours.

"I-.. I thought you knew Harry. I'd assumed you wanted nothing to do with me."

Harry let out a huff of disbelief, looking down at his hands, "No I-" he cut himself off, grimacing at his cracking voice. Taking a deep breath, he continued, voice quieter than before, "No, I would of wanted to get to know you, if I knew."

Lupin came over and sat in the chair next to him, cup still in hand, "What do you want to know?"

"Everything," Harry said immediately, "I mean, I barely know anything about my parents. Or anything about the people they knew. I didn't even-." know what they looked like before coming here.

Lupin gave him a small smile, "Well, I was close to both of your parents. I was closer with your father, though. He had a certain talent for trouble. Got up to all sorts of mischief with him, no matter what or when. I believe, from what McGonagall has told me, that talent was passed onto you?"

Harry snorted, twirling the mug in his hands, "I suppose you could say that."

Lupin laughed, "Well, you definitely have your mothers' smarts. She got almost all O's in her NEWTS. She was... an uncommonly kind person. She always saw the best in others, even if a person can't see it in themselves."

Harry couldn't stop his growing smile. He only ever heard things about his father, no-one spoke of his mother.

"You're more like them than you realise. In time, I hope you come to see just how much."

"Did you keep in contact with them after school?" Harry asked. 

"Oh yes. In fact, when your parents went into hiding, I spent a lot of time with them."

Harry looked up, curious, "They went into hiding?"

"Mhm.  Just before you were born in fact."

"So, you knew me then? As a baby?"

"You used to call me Uncle Remus. Well, you couldn't exactly say the whole name, so you settled for Remy, or Mooy."

"Mooy?" Harry scrunched up his nose, "Why?"

"It was a nickname your father made for me. Moony."

Harry hummed, finishing his tea, "It sounds familiar. Sort of. I recognised you on the train, actually. I just didn't know why."

Lupin smiled sadly, "Well, I would like to get to know you Harry. If you would like-"

He was interrupted, however, by a knock on the door.

"Come in," Lupin called, standing from the chair.

The door creaked open, and Snape came in, carrying a smoking goblet. His eyes narrowed when he spotted Harry, stopping.

"Ah, Severus," Lupin smiled, "Thank you very much. Would you mind leaving it here on my desk?"

Snape set the goblet down, eyes flickering between Harry and Lupin.

"I was just showing Harry my grindylow," Lupin stated pleasantly, not exactly lying. It was why he invited Harry in after all.

"Fascinating," Snape drawled, not bothering to look at it. "Drink it directly, Lupin."

"As always," Lupin nodded.

"There's a cauldronful, if more is needed," Snape continued.

"I'll be taking some tomorrow. Thank you very much, Severus."

"Not at all," Snape had an odd look in his eye Harry didn't like. He gave Harry one last look, in which he gave him a fake smile, before walking out the room and closing the door behind him.

Harry looked at the goblet curiously. It was a potion, he knew, but what potion? At his look, Lupin informed, "Professor Snape has very kindly concocted a potion for me. I was never a brilliant potion maker, and this one in particular is rather complex. Pity sugar or anything else makes it useless." The man picked the goblet up as he spoke and took a sip, shuddering at the taste.

That's not exactly helpful. He, Ron and Hermione will be looking into that more.

"Disgusting," Lupin remarked, finishing the goblet, "Well, Harry, I better get to work. After Christmas, would you like to meet up regularly to get to know each other?"

Harry nodded eagerly, standing, and Lupin smiled. He smiles a lot. "I'll be seeing you at the feast later, then?"

"Yeah."

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Harry was in the common room when Ron and Hermione returned, pink faced from the cold, "I managed to find the book, and even read into a few whilst we were in line for Honeydukes. Instead of Halloween, Wizards and Witches used to celebrate Samhain. There's all sorts of different ways you can celebrate, baking, bonfires, offerings," Hermione said as she sat down. The feast would be starting any minute now.

Ron had offered to give Harry some of his sweets, in which he declined and told him he'll have plenty at the feast.

They went on describing what they did at Hogsmeade, until they asked Harry what he had done.

Casting the privacy charm, he told them about studying, finding out Lupin knew his parents and then brought up the potion.

"A potion? Did he say which?" Hermione asked, leaning foward.

He shook his head, "Just that it was rather complex, and adding anything to make it taste better would make the potion entirely useless."

Ron frowned, "That could be anything then."

Hermione checked her watch, "We should head down to the feast, it'll start in a minute."

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Once the feast was over, the trio followed the rest of the Gryffindors to the tower, discussing Arithmancy, much to Neville's confusion, who was walking with them because, "But you three take Divination, don't you?"

When they reached the corridor that their entrance was, they found it jammed with students.

"Why isn't anyone doing in?" Ron grumbled, scratching the back of his neck.

Harry peered over the multiple heads in front of him, trying to figure out what the issue was, "No clue. The portrait is still closed."

"Let me through, please," came Percy from behind them, pushing his way through the crowd. "What's the holdup here? You all couldn't have forgotten the password. Excuse me, I'm Head Boy-"

He was cut off, and a silence before his voice rang out sharply, "Somebody get Professor Dumbledore. Quickly."

"What's going on?" Ginny asked, coming up and standing next to Neville, who shrugged.

Dumbledore didn't appear until a few moments later, and he swept through the crowd towards the portrait.

"No clue, but whatever it is, it's a bloody nuisance," Ron decided, much to Hermione's amusement.

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Turns out, Sirius Black broke into the castle, ripped the portrait to shreds, and made Gryffindor 'unsafe' to enter. Harry thought that was bullshit, he already tried to get in and failed, why would he try get in again?

They were now all sent to sleep in the Great Hall, joined by the other 3 houses, in which they all looked extremely confused, or annoyed.

Dumbledore announced a 'thorough search of the castle' and that they would all have to sleep in the Great Hall for the night, and would most likely return to the dormitories tomorrow.

The trio were seated off in a corner, half hidden by one of the tables, which had been propped up against the wall, "Do they seriously think he would linger in the castle?" Ron asked, sitting up against the wall.

"Who knows. He spent 12 years in Azkaban, he's probably all messed up in the head," Hermione said, laying on her stomach within her sleeping bag, "I doubt he's thinking clearly. He clearly wasn't by shredding the portrait hole open."

"Halloween is cursed," Ron remarked, making Harry laugh lightly.

"Tell me about it. Troll, Chamber of Secrets, now a break in."

Hermione frowned, "There's supposed to be all sorts of enchantments on the school, to stop people like Black from entering. You can't apparate in or out, and a disguise would hardly work against a dementor. They can see through Invisibility Cloaks according to Dumbledore. They can most likely see through any disguise as well."

"Yeah well Dumbledore isn't the most trust worthy, is he?" Harry said, stretching his arms out in front of him.

"The lights are going out now!" Percy shouted from the other side of the hall, "I want everyone in sleeping bags, and no more talking!"

Ron snorted, and cast one of the privacy charms, "He's enjoying his power, isn't he?"

The candles all went out at once, the only light coming from the ceiling, showing the nights sky, and the ghosts which drifted around, murmuring seriously to one another and the prefects.

Harry took out his History of Magic textbook, having his bag on him came in handy. He hadn't been bothered to take it up to the boys dorm room when he was up in the common room earlier, and therefore had his things with him.

The trio joked around, flickering between the two books on Wizarding Traditions and Holidays and the History of Magic text. Once every hour, a teacher would come into the hall and ask the ghosts or prefects if everything was alright, and Harry was thankful they were hidden from sight because of the table, only having to pretend to sleep a handful of times when a Prefect or Percy got too close.

At one point, they overheard Percy and Dumbledore discussing a temporary guardian for the portrait hole, and another conversation between Snape and Dumbledore, discussing Snape's worries that someone was helping Black within the castle, in which the trio laughed.

It was obvious Snape meant Lupin, and they all seriously doubted the man was helping Black in. For all Lupin knew, Black betrayed the Potters and killed 3 of his friends as well as a bunch of muggles. They may not be convinced, but everyone else was.