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Sirius moaned and opened his eyes. It took him a moment to figure out that he was lying on his back on the floor of the Department of Mysteries. The next thing he remembered was sitting by Lily and James in the glorious otherworld, hearing the mystic words 'Second Chance' and everything going black. He bolted up to a sitting position, think of his godson. "Oh God, he must be in so much misery." Sirius thought aloud. He instantly aparated to Gordic's Hallow, to get James and Lily, then, finally, Harry.

When he got there, James and Lily were waiting for him. Well, more like it, James was looking estatic, and Lily happily bouncing up and down. When they caught sight of him they both screeched, "He's dead! Voldemort's dead! So's Bellatrix! When we came back it killed our murderers!" Sirius felt a smile form across his face, and soon, he was laughing and jumping with his best friends.

He stopped suddenly after a few minutes. "Can we go see my favorite godson yet?" He asked impatiently, annoyed that he forgot about Harry in his celebration.

"Oh of course! Where does he live?" Lily asked happily.

"Number 4 Privet Drive." He stated.

"WHAT? That's where my magic hating sister and brother-in-law live. Tell me it's not Tuney's house. Please Siri, please!" Lily all but begged.

"Sorry Lils, but I can't. That's who he lives with."

"Lily calm down love." James said softly. "After all, he's a Potter. We're strong." He attempted a smile.

"Fine, let's go and get my baby away from that horrid place."

So they all aparated.

ABOUT TEN SECONDS LATER

James confidently rang the doorbell.

"Boy!" A shrill voice from inside the house screamed. "Get the door."

"I can't." A dull voice muttered quietly. "I'm in the loo." He responded

Sirius was shocked. That wasn't the sound of his pup. His godson, always put on a smile, tried to sound happy, even if he wasn't. But this voice, as much as it sounded like Harry, it had something he never heard in it before. Defeat. And it was all his fault.

There were stomps then the sound of someone smoothing there clothes and the door opened.

"Hello Tuney. I'd to see my son now if you don't care. Get him. Now." Lily said icily.

"Lily..How..You..Dead." Petunia stuttered.

"I think she said she wanted Harry. I advise that you get him." James said quietly, dangerously.

"Boy!" Sirius growled at her. "UM...Harry... get down here! Right now!" She screamed.

"I'm coming." The emotionless voice said.

There was a sound of door opening, footsteps coming down the stairs and then Harry appeared.

Harry gasped and locked eyes with Sirius. His eyes filled with tears. But then they turned to hate.

"Wow. I didn't think you could get any lower." He raised his wand. "Think it would be funny to get polyjuice potion to form my dead parents and godfather huh? Well, know what Death Eaters? It didn't work. You can just go back to 'your lord' and tell him it didn't work!"

"Har. Pup. It's us. I promise." Sirius came close to him, holding out his arms, as to embrace the distraught teen.

"Prove it. 'Sirius' and 'Dad, transform to Angimi form. 'Mom, show me your Patronus." He gave a sneer worthy of Severus Snape.

Lily muttered, through her tears, "Expecto Patronum" and a silver doe emerged. Then, in the places of James and Sirius was a stag and a shaggy, black dog.

When James and Sirius transformed back, they noticed Harry was crying.

"Oh God, it's you. It's really you.'

He then collasped into Sirius' arms, sobbing.