Harry sat at the table along with the rest of the order but his eyes kept drifting over to his godfather. The green eyes found his and the older man smiled down at him. The meeting was almost other but Harry hadn't been listening to most of it, he was thinking about how Sirius Black, the previous year, had survived near death, Bellatrix Lestrange; the Dark Lord's most loyal servant had cursed him but he had merely been unconscious. He had pulled through with the help from the greasy git of the dungeons. One Severus Snape. The potions had been brewed just in time, any longer and he may not have pulled though.

Finally the meeting was closed off and Harry was last to leave along with Sirius. ''Are you alright little prongs?'' He asked, using the boy's nickname he had for him. ''I'm fine, really I am.'' He looked up at Black, not being able to mask his yawn. Sirius put his arm around the chosen one's shoulders and led him upstairs. ''You had better get some rest, see you in morning.'' He said, ruffling his hair before leaving, closing the door behind him.