A/N- so it turns out I didn't die from exhaustion so here's your chapter. Btw just to apologise in advance, this chapter will be one of shortest and not very interesting as it's 1) to fill a gap that I didn't realise there was in the plot I had in mind and 2) even though I didn't die, I'm still very tired. Thanks :) ps... Would anyone want a chapter on Remus' pov? Ps.2 - grimauld place isn't the dark and dirty house it's described to be in the books as it hasn't been abandoned for 13 years... In this story, it was left for a few weeks while Sirius tried to find harry.

The daily prophet- Sirius pov

As the peculiar trio appeared with a 'pop' on the door step of number 12 grimauld place, the youngest of the three began to wail once again at the strange sensation of apperation.

"Hush puppy." Sirius whispered soothingly letting himself and the others into the house, "you get used to it eventually."

Remus,who went slightly green , shook his head vigorously in disagreement.

"I still hate it." Remus admitted entering the house and closing the door behind him. "Can we just take the knight bus next time?"

Placing harry on the floor in the living room, Sirius turned to face Remus and gave him a look that asked 'are you actually stupid'

"Yes of course Remus" Sirius drawled with sarcasm dripping from every word. "We can just stroll onto the knight bus because the whole wizarding world obviously doesn't think I'm dead and they won't even recognised the famous harry potter "

"Merlin's beard padfoot! I was only asking!" he stated, dumping his bags on the sofa and taking a seat on the floor with Harry.

"And I was only stating the obvious." Sirius shot back.

Remus began to chuckle earning a confused look from Sirius

"What!?" Sirius demanded, feeling slightly stupid that he wasn't understanding what was so funny.

"Look at us!" Remus exclaimed with a large grin on his face, "we've been living together for 2 minuets and were already fighting like an old married couple!"

"Don't flatter yourself mooney, Im obviously more fabulous than you therefore I don't see why you think you would be fit to marry me." Sirius joked plopping himself on the floor next to Remus and harry.

"Shut it padfoot you stinkin' mutt." Remus jeered playfully

"Yeah... Shu' it pa'foot' you...stinkin' mutt!" Harry mimicked poking a chubby finger at his godfather.

A moment of silence passed as the oldest two exchanged glances before the burst into a fit of hysteric laughter. Sirius was flat on his back, clutching his stomach as he laughed in his barking-like fashion, as Remus through his head back struggling to catch his breath. Meanwhile, harry sat, clapping his tiny hands and giggling at his guardians. A good 5 minutes passed before they all managed to catch their breath and compose themselves. Just then, a large tawny swooped through the open window, dropping a paper into Sirius lap. It was the daily prophet. Sirius unraveled the paper and read the large bold letters on the front page. It read; 'HARRY POTTER; the boy who lived, has died...'