I still don't own Harry Potter or any of the other characters. It's a shame really, Harry's life could have been so much better if I were his creator. But I not and all I can do is mess with him.

Chapter twenty-two

The next morning Sirius was found by the headmaster in his office. Dumbledore put a smile on his face even though he knew that his conversation with Sirius wasn't going to go well. He a least had to try to appease the younger man. He knew that Sirius was very protective of those he considered to be family. Dumbledore just had to play on those feelings of over protectiveness.

"Hello Sirius, how are you this morning? Would you care to take a seat?"

"I'm too angry with you right now for these pleasantries, Dumbledore." He gave Dumbledore a cold glare reminiscent of the one that Harry gave him the night before. Dumbledore let out a soft sigh that no one else heard.

"I see that Remus isn't with you."

"He's with Harry, trying to convince him to take the rest of the school year and skip the last week of classes. After he's been through, I wouldn't blame him for wanting to relax and try to forget what he saw. But for some reason he believes Severus will take points from Gryffindor or even give him a detention. I wonder what gave him that impression."

"I'll talk to Harry after lunch and excuse him from the rest of his classes. He is fine. Nothing a little relaxation won't be able to cure. Harry needs to be in Potions. According to Harry's records, he's failing that class."

"I saw Harry brew the most incredible potions last summer so don't tell me that Harry is failing. We are getting of the topic that I came to discuss. You allowed four First Years to believe that it was their responsibility to protect the school while you were gone."

"I was summoned to the Ministry."

"What is more important: the safety of your students or giving advice to the Minster? You knew that the Philosopher's Stone was in danger if you weren't there to protect it. It obviously wasn't as well protected as you thought. If First Years could get past those obstacles, anyone could have.

"You placed the entire school in danger when you left. You put may godson in danger. You know that Harry is very much like his mother. She could never resist a mystery and neither can Harry. He could have died in that chamber. He's lucky he's not in a coma."

"Sirius please calm down. I promise that Harry is going to be fine. Just keep a cool mind."

"A cool mind? You're just lucky that I'm not going to punch you. You still haven't explained why you left the school. Don't say it was because the Ministry needed you.

"I can't explain myself Sirius, I am very, truly sorry." Sirius stormed out of the office.

Harry and his friends were on there way to Potions when Sirius was leaving Dumbledore office. Hermione was at his side worried about Harry's pale face. He was being unusually quiet. Something just wasn't right with him.

"Harry, you should have listened to... er... how do you know Remus Lupin.?"

"He was one of my dad's best friends. Why didn't you ask at Christmas?" Hermione shrugged and Harry continued. "When I ran away from the Dursley's he took me in. Remus is like an uncle to me. He really helped me when I needed him. Now, what were you going to say?"

"You should have listened to your 'uncle' and rested for the remainder of the year. You don't look well."

"I'll be fine. Snape isn't going to do anything stupid while my guardians are nearby. Sirius is angry and Snape isn't that suicidal. Besides, if I don't go to class I can't play tomorrow."

They walked into the classroom just after Snape arrived. It was obvious that he was in a worse mood than usual, and that was saying a lot.

"You four are late. Twenty points each from Gryffindor." He sneered at them. He didn't even notice that Harry was barley able to stand; not that he would care if he did notice.

If Harry were feeling better, he would have been angry. But he just didn't have the energy to fight with Snape. At the moment, however he felt as though he were about to fall asleep. He was lucky that Ron agreed to switch partners with him so that he could work with Hermione. She was willing to most of the major work and allowed to stir the potion when it was necessary. All went well until the end of the class when Snape called Harry up to the front to test the potion.

Harry was feeling extremely dizzy at that time and wanted nothing more than to lie down. Hermione was about to protest when Neville kicked under the table and motioned her to remain quite.

He took a few steps forward and collapsed to the floor. In a matter of seconds, Hermione was by his side. Harry was unconscious and even paler than he was at the beginning of class. She pulled out her wand and muttered a spell that caused Harry to float. She motioned Ron and Neville to follow her.

They ran into Sirius on their way to the Hospital wing. He ran a scan over him (during to past eight months Sirius had been practicing medi-magic). It showed that Harry was magically exhausted turned physical.

"He's going to be fine. However, the last place that he needs to be is the Hospital Wing. I know of the perfect place to take him."

He sent the trio to their dorm to fetch Remus (no pun intended) and then to stay there. He didn't need three worried kids under his feet. He then went to the Room of Requirement; knowing that it could provide the potions that he needed to help Harry.

For three hours, Sirius forced the potions down Harry's throat before woke again. His color was better and he was able to sit up without feeling dizzy. But that didn't prevent him from being confused. He had no idea where he was. Sirius and Remus noticed that he was awake and were instantly at his side.

Sirius explained everything and said that he was fit enough to play the next day. He then sent Harry to his common room where he knew his friends would be anxious to see him. They decided to have an early dinner and that Harry should go to be soon after.

The game the next was set to take place an hour after breakfast. The rumor was that morning was Harry being too ill to play. The Ravenclaws were a little too self-confident that they were going to win. Harry assured Oliver Wood that he was going to play.

The day was incredibly hot and there was no wind to speak of. The sun was fortunately partially hidden behind one of the few clouds. Harry climbed on his broom and took off on Hooch's whistle. He momentarily closed his eyes and began to relax.

The Ravenclaw Seeker was a rather large Sixth Year. His extra weight was really going to slow him down. Harry gave him a swift smile before he began to search for the Golden Snitch. The Ravenclaw Beaters were built the same way as their Seeker (they were very slow on Nimbus 1500's) and were aiming the Bludgers at Harry and the Gryffindor Chasers.

It was twenty minutes later and twelve near misses when Harry caught sight of the Snitch. Harry couldn't help but laugh. It was right in front of Draco Malfoy. The Ravenclaw Seeker was tailing him but his 1500 was no match for his Nimbus 2000. He swooped down towards Malfoy and caught the Snitch. He laughed when he heard a rather girly scream. Harry flew to the ground, did a flip five meters off the ground, and landed to show off the Snitch. He was breathing heavily as he smiled at the final score, 300-150, Gryffindor won.

The party in the tower was just like the one from his Third Year. Wood was beaming and everyone was gushing over Harry's amazing catch. And apparently, Harry wasn't the only one who heard Draco Malfoy scream like a pansy (again no pun intended) and everyone was laughing about it. Everyone also noted that Snape wasn't at the match.

The next day, Dumbledore had McGonagall escort Harry to his office. Sirius and Remus had gone home the day before. Harry didn't protest the meeting because he knew that it was inevitable.

"Hello Harry, would you care for a lemon drop?"

"No thanks sir. I haven't had breakfast and don't want to ruin my appetite." Harry knew that the drops were laced with the loose-lips laxative and a claming drought. Both were indictable when you scanned a person's blood.

"I called you here because I thought you might have some questions about what happened in the last chamber. It might help you if you talk about what occurred down there."

"All due respect, sir, but I'm not ready to talk about it. A lot has happened to me this year and a quiet summer at home is exactly what I need. I just need a break."

"Please, Harry, tell me."

"We exchanged words. He couldn't touch me. The power I felt while protecting myself was unimaginable. It drained me though. Voldemort disappeared without a trace. Quirrell was nothing more than a pile of ashes when Voldemort was finished with him. I stayed there for a few moments; I think I was in shock. Then I just left."

"Did you look in the Mirror?"

"Yes sir."

"What did you see?"

"That's a very personal question. That's something I don't think I can tell to anyone. Besides, someone like me. What do think I would have seen?"

"So you understand the purpose of the Mirror."

"Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi, I show not your face but your hearts desire. It was kinda obvious; with the mirror writing and everything. A neat trick you pulled there, Headmaster. I'm guessing that in order to get the Stone you had to want to find but not use it. Voldemort and Quirrell are both greedy. I didn't desire to find the Stone so I couldn't get it out of the Mirror. Is it still there?"

"No, it has been destroyed."

Harry got up to leave from his yearly meeting with the headmaster. Dumbledore just let him leave. When Harry left, he let out a sigh, thankful that Harry didn't yell at him.

The rest of the week went by quickly for Harry and his friends. He was very anxious to see his marks and the class standings. He knew that the only thing that could hurt his rank was Potions. The first time around, he didn't even look at the list.

When he saw the list, he was surprised to see he was listed as third, after Hermione and Terry Boot. It turned out that His Potions mark wasn't as bad as he thought it was. He was surprised that even Ron had a higher rank than Malfoy, with Ron being sixteenth and Malfoy eighteenth.

The leaving feast wasn't something Harry looking forward to going to. But, as he had no reason not to go, he decided to suffer though Dumbledore's speech.

Even after winning the Quidditch match, Gryffindor was in last place for points (the Third, Fourth, and Sixth Year Gryffindors had Potions during that last week). Harry was perplexed to know that even with the 150 points that he saved from the Norbert incident didn't even matter. He really didn't even care if Gryffindor won the House cup or not. Snape probably fixed the points system anyway.

The only thing that changed from Dumbledore's speech was the fact that Neville was mentioned before Harry and was awarded fifty points like Ron and Hermione. He cheered along with the other Gryffindors but was the first one to calm down. He was even one of the first to leave the Great Hall.

The next day he was waiting outside the train when Hagrid approached him. Hagrid was very teary eyed when he handed the photo album. He had a huge grin on his face as he climbed onto the train. For the first time, he was happy to go home for the summer.

The End for Now

A/N Well, that's it for Second Chance folks. I will be writing a Second Year story called The Return of the Second Chance.

I want to thank Nemi Jade for helping me as I wrote this story. She helped me sort through some of my ideas and came up with a few of her own.

Thanks to all those who have reviewed. I hope you continue to do so with my next story. And please read my Gryffindor stories and My Name is Harry.

Signing off,