Hi all, I know its been forever, and I'm sorry, so I'm not gonna say anything else, but I am gonna carry on with the story now, so here you go…

They reached 1630 Revello in almost record time, Buffy having practically dragged Sirius home, so impatient was she to know his secret. She slammed open the door and yanked him across the threshold.

"Okay. We're here. What's wrong?" She barked.

Sirius didn't say a word, but shot her a pleading look, and gently tugged on her hand. Buffy sighed, knowing what he was getting at and led him deeper into the house, clicking the door shut behind them. They trekked upstairs and quietly entered Buffy's bedroom. Sirius took a quick look around and the gently led Buffy to the bed, pushing her down onto it.

"I'm not exactly who you think I am Buffy." He spoke so quietly, she barely heard him. "Not what you think I am." He looked away from her, as if he didn't know how to say what came next.

"What do you mean?" Buffy was confused, what was he trying to tell her?

"I'm a… Buffy, I'm a wizard." He spoke the last part quickly, unsure how she'd take it.

"A what now?" she hadn't quite heard it. Then what he'd said sank in. "Oh, okay, like Wicca and stuff, right?" She nodded, somewhat relieved that that was all he had to tell her.

His head snapped back to look her in the eyes.

"Huh? No. Not quite, and wait, you believe in magic?" He was completely taken aback by her reaction.

"Yeah, Willow's a Wicca. Didn't you wonder how she'd bought us both back? And if you're not a Wiccan, how are you a wizard?" Buffy was thoroughly confused again. Her eyes searched his face for an answer, but so far had found none. Sirius, for his part, was still a bit shocked from her reaction to magic. After a couple of minutes he spoke again.

"I'm a wand-wizard Buffy." He explained. "With Wicca, the magic is drawn from the natural world around you, almost anyone can do some Wiccan magic if they study enough, but with Wand-Witches and Wizards, the magic's already inside us, and we use wands to channel it into spells. It's just a different type of magic." He stopped, waiting for her reaction to that news. Buffy nodded slowly, digesting this new information.

"That's not all." He spoke again, after letting his first bit of news sink in. "I'm also an escaped convict in British wizarding society, and actually, Britain itself." He paused, and Buffy's eyes snapped to his, worried. "But, I'm not guilty, honestly Buffy. I'm innocent." He looked really worried now; Buffy hadn't yet said a word. She just sat there, staring at him, an unreadable expression on her face. Sirius made to stand up, but Buffy's hand grasped hold of his arm, lightening quick. Her grip was so tight it was painful.

"Wait. Explain." She spoke quietly, her eyes never moving and her expression unchanged. Sirius had no idea how she felt about his little bombshell. He settled himself back down next to her small frame and began to tell her the whole, horrible story.

"When I was young, I went to a wizarding school in Scotland. Hogwarts. It was amazing, and I had a really great group of friends, the marauders. There was me, James, Remus, Peter, and James' girlfriend, Lily." He paused again; his voice was filled with pain when he continued.

"We were young and naive, and thought we'd always be friends. We even learned how to transform into animals together. But there were problems in the wizarding world. A dark wizard called Voldemort was killing witches and wizards who'd been born of muggles – that's non-magic people. And Lily was muggleborn. When we left school, we all tried to fight Voldemort in our own way. We were all members of the order of the phoenix, a group of people who wanted to stop him.

James and Lily were married and had a son, Harry, and we got news that Voldemort was going after them, because of some sort of prophecy about Harry. They decided to go into hiding using an old spell. One that needs a secret keeper to be the only one who knows. They chose me. I was James' best friend after all. The obvious choice.

The obvious choice, everyone would guess I'd be Lily and James' secret keeper, so I persuaded them to choose again, someone a little less obvious. Peter Pettigrew, our friend.

We had a spy in the order. No-one had known. We'd suspected of course, but not known.

That Halloween, Voldemort found Lily and James. Their house was found half destroyed. Their bodies strewn about like garbage." He broke off, as a single tear spilled from his glistening eyes. When he continued anger joined the pain in his voice.

"It was Peter. He was the spy. I went looking for him. I was ready to kill him for his betrayal. But he found me first. He set me up. Started shouting how could I? And then he started blasting the Muggle Street apart. He cut of his finger, then transformed into his animal form, a rat. He disappeared. And I was arrested for his murder, and Lily and James', and the muggles. I escaped to find him. He was at Hogwarts, with Harry. My Godson. I needed to find him, prove I was innocent. I wanted to take Harry away, he's been mistreated by the relatives he's been living with all his life. I was killed protecting him from Voldemort, and I have no idea if he's still alive. God I hope he is. I have to find him Buffy. And I want you to come. But I understand if you can't. If this is too big for you to cope with. God, it's too big for me, and I lived it." He broke off, looking hopefully into her eyes.

She leant back, and let the whole, sorry story sink in. Just as Sirius was about to give up hope, and leave, she leapt at him. Enveloping him in her arms she held him tightly.

"oh god. Oh god." She whispered. She broke the hug, scooting backwards. "I'm coming with you." She spoke firmly. Forcefully. She stood up, pulling him with her.

"Are you sure? Its dangerous." He reminded her, "Voldemort, and don't forget, they think I'm a criminal still."

"But I'm not am I?" she asked him. "No-one will take any notice of little me, until I find voldie and go all slayer on his ass!" she laughed.

"Slayer?" Sirius asked, shocked. "THE Slayer?" Buffy turned on her heel.

"Yes, heard of me?" She giggled. Sirius nodded dumbly.

"in school. We learned about you. You're a myth."

"I can assure you, Pretty real here" she told him, grinning. "Or I am now, at least." She laughed.

He pulled her close again.

"If you're sure about this." He whispered into her ear, "We'd better go and tell your friends and sister that we're leaving.

Buffy sobered, and nodded up at him.

"Oh boy, are they gonna be happy with me."