Author's note: Thanks to my wonderful reviewers, I'll remember the disclaimer this time, and here it is Ch. 2. R/R please!

Chapter 2: Questions and Answers



When Harry awoke the next morning, he nearly had a heart attack. It was 11:40 he had to meet Sirius in twenty minutes, get dressed, and think of an excuse to feed to the Dursleys. He dresses in no time flat, and flew down the stairs only to crash into the gigantic bulk that was his Uncle Vernon.

"Sorry, I overslept, I've got to go..." Harry's explanations were cut short though.

"What is the matter with you boy?" Uncle Vernon barked. "Petunia and I are attending a dinner party tonight, Dudley is sleeping over at a friends house, and you're staying at Mrs. Figg's house, overnight."

Harry could hardly believe his luck, "That's great, as a matter of fact I'm heading there right now, so bye," rambled Harry as he shot out the door before his Uncle could utter another word.

As Harry hurried down the block and crossed the street, he saw lying on the corner looking as if he was sunbathing, was a large black dog soaking in the sun, unmistakably...Sirius.

"Trying to get a tan?" Harry asked the dog, trying not to laugh. Sirius looked at Harry and rolled his eyes.

Ha, ha, ha,... very funny Harry, communicated Sirius.

"Whoa, how did you do that?" Harry asked.

Telepathics, cool, huh? The ability to communicate with humans through thoughts when in an Animagi form, it's a very new spell, and very hard, plus you need a wand to do it, replied Sirius. So you can talk to me without saying things out loud, unless it's more comfortable for you to talk aloud, but I'll explain more about it later, Arabella will cook me if we're late, and I'm not in the mood to be a Sirius Stew.

"Yeah, you're right, besides Sirius Stew wouldn't taste too good," Harry said as they headed towards Mrs. Figg's house.

For once in his life Harry was glad to see Mrs. Figg's house, and when she open the door to let the guys in, she looked very different, smiled, and said, "Hello Harry, dear." She was about to say something to Sirius, when Sirius telepathed,

Please, Arabella, spare me the big, black, dog remarks.

"Who, me? I was only going to say I managed to get today's copy of the Daily Prophet before you chewed it to shreds," Mrs. Figg said in fake innocence. Harry started to laugh, but Sirius gave him a stern look. Don't encourage her, Harry!

"Well, I'll let you guys get down to business, Harry, did you tell Sirius that you're spending the night?"

"I didn't get a chance to, isn't it great, Sirius?" Harry glanced at the dog.

Terrific Harry, now I can keep an eye on you easily, since I'm staying here till I hear from Dumbledore, I think I'll change back now, and in a flash there was Sirius Black the man standing before him. A dramatic change had came over Sirius, that Harry hadn't noticed the night before, he looked younger by years, his hair was cut and neatly styled, and dressed in Muggle jeans and shirt, and was a very tall, dark, and handsome man. Most importantly, he had finally lost the dark, haunted look within his eyes that Azkaban had given him. However, his joy in seeing Harry was tempered a serious note of concern in his manner. "Earth to Harry, yes I know I look better, but we don't have time for that, I can't believe how much those Dursleys didn't tell you." Harry followed his godfather into Mrs. Figg's living room. "So what do you want to know about?" Sirius said pacing the room.

"Why do you always pace the room?" Harry had been wondering that for awhile.

"What else is there to do in Azkaban? Have a cup 'o tea with the Dementors?" Sirius said dryly. "Now for your real questions."

"Why do I have to always stay with those Dursleys," Harry said.

"Well, Dumbledore put some ancient enchantments on the Dursleys house, like the Dark Mark Detector which makes anyone wearing the Dark Mark think the house is a ruin, it's kind of like the charm placed on Hogwarts, and then there are those clothes you wear, those Dudley-Hand -Me-Downs."

"Yeah, those that are ten-thousand times to big for me,"Harry scowled at his clothes.

" Yep, those...Well, I wouldn't be that miserable about them if I was you, because wearing them actually protected you," Sirius smiled, at the look on Harry's face, he gave new meaning to the term shocked.

"Be serious!"

"I am, Dumbledore enchanted everything the Dursleys own, so you would be protected until you came to Hogwarts, and during the summer, and being the very clever wizard that he is, he knew those darted Dursleys wouldn't spend a pence on you," Sirius explained.

"Well, he got that right," Harry muttered.

"But you probably figured most of this stuff out when you read the letter," Sirius said examining a Foe-Glass.

"What letter?" Harry asked, he had no idea of any letter that he should have read.

"The letter that Dumbledore left with you when you were a baby, and he first brought you to the Dursleys," Sirius raised an eyebrow.

"I think I remember Hagrid mentioning a letter when I first met him. But I can't really remember much about it," Harry said trying to remember something in the far back of his mind.

"But you have never read the letter?" Sirius said in disbelief.

"No."

"They didn't even show you the letter?"

"No," Harry said curiously.

"Harry," Sirius said while slamming his fist into his other hand for emphasis. "I think it's about time that you saw that letter."



Disclaimer: I own Telepathics, Sirius's cloths, haircut, and Sirius Stew, the rest are queen of authors JKR's wonderful characters.

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