A/N: I'm sorry this chapter is so incredibly short, it didn't seem to fit with the previous chapter, nor with the next, just a short little, necessary, bit in the middle.
I don't own any of it though, only the plotline.
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10 months later.
For both men, it had been a long and arduous ten months. They'd travelled the globe numerous times in their search for the missing blacks. Their hopes had raised several times after following leads they'd thought were sound, only to have hopes dashed and fresh heartbreak.
And now, here was Sirius making yet another visit to the headmaster's office. They had thought they'd been close to finding them before only to be wrong. Sirius was becoming despondent, not wanting to believe they were lost to him, but struggling to believe they'd ever be found. This time was different though. This time, Dumbledore had remarked that he thought he'd actually found them. Reluctant to believe only to endure more heartache, Sirius trudged downcast into Dumbledore's office.
Dumbledore entered his office to find Sirius buried in a leather armchair with his head in his hands. Ever since this had started, ten months earlier, Dumbledore had witnessed the change in Sirius. The already thin man had seemed to shrink into himself, and was now a sorry sight, sitting in that armchair. It dwarfed him. Dumbledore was rather worried actually. He so hoped he was right this time, as he honestly didn't think Sirius could stand any more wrong turns. He crossed the soft warm carpeted floor of his office, and as he passed by Sirius' chair he briefly touched the top of the man's head if a comforting gesture, before sitting opposite him, behind his desk. Sirius looked up at the touch, and Dumbledore noticed yet again how drawn and haggard he'd become. He looked awful. There was en expression of complete despondency permanently written across his features of lat, and Dumbledore now hoped to change that.
"Sirius" Dumbledore spoke softly, a gentle smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
"Albus" Sirius' voice was melancholy. He had long since stopped calling the man sir after much insistence from Dumbledore. He was just beginning to become comfortable with using Albus.
"I think we may actually have found them this time Sirius." Dumbledore's voice was quiet and gentle. A brief glimmer of hope flickered in the younger mans eyes, before grief returned to his features once more.
"We've been here before, Albus" Dumbledore's eyes twinkled as he spoke again.
"Ah, yes we have Sirius. But, this time, we are travelling based on the words of one Hank Summers." Sirius' head, which had sunk back into his hands jerked up at the words, confusion splashed on his features.
"We found him Sirius!" Dumbledore spoke excitedly, his whole face lit up and animated. Sirius just looked at him in stunned disbelief. After a minute or two he shook his head to clear it and smiled brightly.
"Where?" was the only word he uttered, looking at a point somewhere in the distance behind Dumbledore.
"He's been living in America, Sirius. In Los Angeles."
"America?"
"Yes, I've spoken to him Sirius, and he was most surprised that I remembered him. Your wife and daughter are currently living not far outside Los Angeles, in a small town called Sunnydale."
"Sunnydale?" Sirius whispered to himself. "Sunnydale." His eyes refocused on the headmaster,
"We've found them, we've finally found them!"
"Yes indeed we have Sirius. We can go to them tomorrow night!"
Sirius lost himself; he buried his head into his hands once more, and let the feelings of relief and joy wash over him. Although he was apprehensive about how they'd react to him turning up out of the blue, and how they'd deal with his conviction and the truth, they'd found them! Finally after such a long time searching he would see his family once more. Sirius lost his battle to keep control over his emotions, and dropped his head to his hands once more to let tears of pure joy stream down his face.