Author's Note: Here's the new chapter. Sorry about the wait. Hope you like it. Review.

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"They are waiting in the library…" Those six words kept repeating themselves over and over, an addictive mantra that refused to end. I thought that I'd have more time! I don't want to confront this. They already know about Umbridge, what if they find out the rest… Get a grip Harry!

Harry's hands clenched around the bathroom sink. Pulling himself together, Harry drew in a deep breath and pushed himself away from the sink. He took a step towards the door, his hand trembling as he reached for the handle. Come on Harry! Just go talk to them. Lie through your teeth if you have to, just go! Where's that Gryffindor courage?

Reaching deep within himself, Harry found the strength he needed to open the door and head downstairs. The same strength that had helped him survive his lonely childhoods, the nights he sat alone in his dark cupboard, knowing that no one loved him.

With each step Harry took down the stairs, his anxiety and fear grew. At last Harry reached the bottom of the stairs. He could hear the happy voices of Ron and Hermione in the kitchen, talking about one thing or another. He wished he could just forget about everything and be able to just talk about Quiddicth, or school, and not think about Voldemort. He considered going to eat first, but decided against it. I just want to get it over with.

Arriving at the library, Harry stalled outside the door. Calming his nerves, Harry opened the door.

Sirius and Remus were sitting across from each other, and had been discussing what to do about Harry, but immediately silenced when Harry entered.

"Come in Harry, have a seat," Remus said when he realized that no one was planning on speaking up.

Trying to stall as much as possible, Harry shuffled his feet towards a chair, his eyes on the floor.

Seeing that Harry wasn't going to initiate the conversation, Sirius said, "Harry, me and Remus talked last night, and we have decided that this needs to end. The secret keeping and the lies aren't good for you. On the Umbridge matter, we want you to speak to Dumbledore."

"No." I can't do that! Dumbledore won't even look at me. Why would he care about this? He must have known about the Dursleys. I mean come on, his letter was addressed to the Cupboard Under the Stairs. He has to know!

"No? What do you mean no?" questioned Remus, flabbergasted at Harry's response.

"No"

"Harry, you have to talk to someone," countered Sirius.

"Look, I can handle this," Harry replied trying to reassure them, but from the looks on their faces he knew his attempt hadn't worked.

"Oh really? And how are you planning on fixing this problem?" Asked Sirius sarcastically, not actually expecting an answer.

"Um… I'll… stay out of trouble," Harry blurted out, as the idea formed in his mind. If I can convince them that I'll stay out of trouble, and that therefore he wouldn't get detention any more. He knew that wouldn't work. Umbridge would find a way. That bitch.

"Come on Harry, we all know that won't work," Remus replied with a piercing look, putting all of Harry's plans down the drain.

"Now, is there anything else you want to tell us?" asked Sirius.

Shit.