A/N: I am so amazed I got two chapters done in less than two weeks. This is just a small, kinda gloomy chapte, Ihope you guys like it. The next chapter will be Christmas at Grimmauld place which I hope will be posted sometime before Christamas. I know I say it every chapter but I really mean it when iI say thank you so, so much for reading. Comments and Kudos are really appreciated. I really love hearing the things you guys liked or didn't like reading.
Molly Weasley came back to Grimmauld for a couple of hours every day over the next two weeks to teach Sirius the basics of knitting. The day after their first lesson, he had gone out and bought a bunch of incredibly soft, stormy blue (Moony's favorite color) wool yarn and a couple of books on magical knitting from Flourish and Blotts. He had found a few sections in both of them about using charms on knitted items to give them all kinds of features. He had decided that his first project would be a Christmas gift for Remus and, Molly was helping him through the pattern.
About five weeks after his first lesson, he was sitting in the living room working on the gift. He was constantly getting annoyed with the yarn. The thick wool strands kept unraveling and getting left out of stitches.
It was about ten at night and, he was about to give up and go to bed early when, the small mirror on the table started vibrating. He picked it up and tapped it with his wand. "Hey, Prongslet." He said smiling, as his Godson appeared in the mirror.
"Hey Padfoot." Harry said anxiously. He had been nervously looking through his defense textbook for the past couple of hours trying to pick out a lesson. Dobby had told him about the Room of Requirement earlier that night and, he, Ron, and Hermione decided that tomorrow would be a perfect day to have their first meeting of Dumbledore's Army.
He had been panicking for the last couple of hours about what he would say to everyone. He had no idea how to teach. It was only a few minutes ago that he'd thought to ask the only competent Defense teacher he knew for advice.
"Is Moony there?" Harry asked after a few seconds of silence.
Sirius shook his head. "Sorry, Prongslet. He's on an assignment for the Order. Anything I could help you with?"
"Well, I just … Dumbledore's Army is meeting for the first time tomorrow night."
"Dumbledore's what?" Sirius interrupted.
"Harry laughed a bit. "Oh, right. That's the name we came up with for the defense group we started. Dumbledore's Army."
Sirius laughed. "I love it! Just the right amount of clever and cocky."
Harry smiled. "Thanks. So, we're meeting for the first time tomorrow night and I have absolutely no idea what I'm gonna do. They expect me to be their leader. Their teacher. I have no clue how to be a teacher!"
Sirius smiled considerately. "So, you wanted some advice from the great Professor Moony himself, right?"
Harry nodded. "yeah. I don't suppose you have any advice on what I should do, do you?"
Sirius though for a second before answering. "Well, I have never taught a thing to anyone in my life. However, I have been a student of the great Moony many times. You watched him teach for an entire year. Plus extra lessons, from what he's told me. just try to be encouraging and inspiring like he does."
Harry nodded. "Yeah. I guess." He said, still not entirely sure of himself.
"You'll be fine, Prongslet. Moony would tell you so himself if he were here. Just have confidence in yourself and the others will follow."
Harry smiled, as he rubbed his neck anxiously. "I know. I'm just nervous a bit still, I guess. But, on the bright side, I can't possibly be worse than Umbridge,"
Sirius nodded and laughed. "You could never be that bad." He paused and stared curiously at Harry. "What's that?" he asked pointing towards Harry's wrist.
Harry looked confused until he noticed his sleeve had rolled down his arm, revealing his latest scar. He quickly unrolled his sleeve and covered the scar. "It's nothing." He said, trying and, failing, to sound casual.
"Harry," Sirius said softly. "you know you can tell me anything. I don't hide things from you and … I hope, you won't hide things from me. No matter what."
Harry was silent for a minute, considering lying and saying he was going to bed. He sighed. "Okay. But, you have to promise not to completely flip out. Okay?"
Sirius looked concerned for a second before nodding. "I promise."
Harry unrolled his sleeve and held his wrist up to the mirror. "I must not tell lies?" he could hear Sirius read aloud. "who did … THAT?" Sirius asked and Harry could tell he was trying to suppress his anger.
"Let's just say Umbridge does detentions a bit different than most."
Sirius stared open-mouthed at him. "That … that horrible, TOAD of a woman did that to you?" Harry nodded. "Does Dumbledore know she's been doing this?" harry could hear Sirius' anger rising with every word.
He shook his head. "No. And, you can't tell him."
"Can't tell him? Harry, what she's doing to you is illegal. How can you just sit there and take it?"
"I can take care of myself just fine. Besides, if she can't do this, she'll just find some other way to torture me. Dumbledore can't do much right now anyway; she's basically running the whole school." Harry paused and looked at Sirius pleadingly. "Promise me you won't tell anyone?" He asked desperately. He could tell Sirius was still divided on what to say so he added. "Please, Padfoot. Telling will only make things worse."
Sirius looked as if he was about to say 'no'. But, the second he looked into his Godson's eyes, he melted. "Fine. I won't tell anyone. But, promise me you'll be extra careful from now on. If she's willing to use that on you as a detention, who knows what she'd do if she was really angry."
"I will. I promise." He said through a yawn. "I think I'm gonna try and get some sleep now. Goodnight Padfoot."
"Goodnight Prongslet." Sirius said, still looking worried as he disappeared from the mirror.
Sirius placed the mirror back on the table, gazing out the window as he did so. The moon was bright and full in the sky. As beautiful as it looked, hanging over the dark city, all Sirius could think, as he stared at it angrily, was how much he wanted to be with the two people he loved most in the world. Helping them with any and all of their problems.