'Kill the spare.' Flash of green light. Cedric was lying on the ground beside him. He was dead.

'NO!' screamed Harry, and woke up with a start. He looked around, breathing heavily. His room was right mess – it looked like Peeves had been visiting and spent some time throwing furniture around. What was going on here? Before Harry could start anything, however, the figure of Uncle Vernon had appeared in the doorway.

"BOY!" Vernon bellowed angrily. "I don't care if that godfather of yours is coming or not, you will NOT be waking everyone up at this hour! And you better clean up this mess…"

Vernon's ranting, however, was interrupted when his mouth disappeared and a powerful force threw him out of Harry's room. Harry blinked at the sight. He was slowly beginning to understand – his magic had gone accidental, just like when Aunt Marge blew up. Only now it seemed to be much worse and totally out of control. He'd never had his magic react to nightmares before, so far as he could tell.

Harry closed the door and lifted his fallen desk back up and a chair beside it. Vernon's ranting had, despite of everything, give Harry an idea on what to do. He got out some parchment, ink and a quill and began to write.

Dear Snuffles,

I don't know how to tell this, but I've just had a nightmare about what happened in that graveyard. My room looked like Peeves had a go on it. Then uncle Vernon comes in, yelling at me. Next thing I know, his mouth disappears and he's thrown out by some invisible force. I think my magic has gone accidental and someone had better come fetch me soon before I blow the house up and break the Statute of Secrecy.

Yours,

Harry.

Harry closed the letter in an envelope and sent it off with Hedwig. He figured he'd better stay in his room to protect everyone in the house until he left. Harry began packing. Someone would be bound to come and get him soon.

"Put him right!" shrieked Aunt Petunia, coming into Harry's room.

"Can't do that," Harry said.

"What do you mean you can't?" she demanded.

"Don't know the spell for one thing," Harry replied. "Plus, I'm forbidden to use magic outside school until I'm of age. Accidental magic doesn't count."

"Stay in your room" she commanded and left.

Harry sat alone on his bed. He certainly hoped he was right about accidental magic not counting here. Otherwise he'd be in big trouble. He stayed there, musing about things until something pecked his hand. Harry opened his eyes and saw an owl with the Daily Prophet, waiting for payment. Harry gave him a few knuts and the bird flew away.

Harry looked at the newspaper. On the front page was headline news: Sirius Black found innocent. Harry smiled. That was great news. He drowned himself into reading the article. After he was finished, Hedwig returned with a letter.

Harry took it from Hedwig's leg, petted the owl and began to read.

Dear Harry,

I suppose you're getting the Daily Prophet now, and may have already found that I am finally free. I'm sorry I didn't come out and tell you during the process, but I wanted it to be over before I told you, for I was uncertain how it would come out, despite the fact we caught the rat. The filthy rat was sentenced to the Kiss. I must still get a wand before I come and get you.

Stay in the house until I come. Ask me to show you Padfoot. No imposter can fake an animagus form. We shall discuss further in person. I have plans to fulfill the offer I made you before the rat escaped us on your third year, but those must remain secret for now.

Your godfather,

Sirius Black

Harry smiled as he read the letter. No more Dursleys! He'd get to live with Sirius! Harry danced around the room happily.

Sirius came at noon and found Harry in the middle of flying objects. They stopped flying the moment Harry saw Sirius. Sirius smiled at him.

"Show me padfoot," Harry told him.

Sirius transformed into a big, black dog and then back again.

"You packed, Harry?" Sirius asked.

"Yes, I have it all here," Harry said, patting his trunk.

"That was Lily's," Sirius said. "Do you know where your father's trunk is?"

Harry only stared at him. Sirius pat his shoulder. "I take it you knew nothing about it. Don't worry about it, Harry. I will see to this matter with your aunt."

A moment later Sirius came back, levitating a trunk. Then he shrunk it and put it into his pocket. He did the same with Harry's trunk and motioned Harry to come with him. On his way out, Sirius undid the spell Harry's accidental magic had landed on Vernon. Then he and Harry went outside. Harry smiled as he saw Sirius' motorcycle. Sirius gave him a helmet to put on.

"Does it fly, Sirius?" Harry asked.

"Yes, but we won't be flying it in broad daylight on a Muggle area," Sirius told him.

Harry only nodded as he put his helmet on. Sirius sat on the motorcycle and Harry sat behind him. Sirius told Harry to hold on and off they went. Harry felt good leaning on Sirius as they speeded along the road.