Harry's body thudded to the ground, and Sirius let out a surprised yelp. Bending down, he touched the boy's face. Cold as ice. Running to the door, he turned the handle, opening it. Then, he turned into Padfoot, and ran down the hall towards the bathroom. Once in, he transformed again, grabbing a pitcher resting on the sink, and filling it with water. He couldn't carry it back out as a dog, so he poked his head out, and, making sure no one was around, dashed down the hall into Harry's room. Once in, he locked the door, and poured the pitcher of water on Harry. Withen a few seconds of nothing happening, Sirius hit Harry's face slowly.

"Wake up, wake up," Sirius mumbled. "Please, wake up!" Suddenly, he saw Harry stir. He coughed, and picked his head up, looking around in a bewildered manner. "Harry!" Sirius said, worriedly.

"What... happened?" Harry asked.

"You clutched your scar... and then said 'Blinding pain', and fainted. What happened, Harry? Are you okay?"

"I... I felt a blinding, searing pain in my scar. I don't know why. It seems to be when Voldemort is near... or doing something he shouldn't be... I don't know. It hurt... terribly," Harry muttered.

"You know what you promised."

"I know. I'll write to Dumbledore." Harry got up, and walked to his desk. Taking out a quill and parchment, he started a quick note.

Dumbledore:

Sirius is here with me, and will be until I travel to Diagon Alley a week prior to take off. Then, he'll stay with me until the arrival of the Weasley's. But, to my purpose of writing. I had a horrible pain in my head, my scar to be exact, and I fainted. Sirius made me come to, but I don't know what made the pain to horrible, so that I was at the point of fainting. That never happened before. What do you think it could be, Professor? Please send a note back with Hedwig as soon as you possibly can.

Harry.

Harry woke Hedwig, and pinned the letter to her feet. "Take it to Dumbledore," he instructed. Hedwig hooted and took off. When Harry turned around, he saw Padfoot resting on his bed, tail drooped and eyes closed. Harry gave a small grin. He picked up a reading book from the shelf, and sat on the bed beside Sirius. He read quietly while Sirius slept.

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The next few weeks passed quickly, with Sirius by Harry's side. It felt nice for Harry to know he had a friend. It was the morning he was scheduled to leave for Diagon Alley. He had already told the Dursley's that Padfoot (as he had "named" him) had run away. They looked relieved. This was because Harry had told them he couldn't bring Padfoot with him, and they had to take care of him (or else he'd write a letter to Godfather...). The Dursley's agreed to drive Harry into London a week earlier. Saying good bye sooner was like Christmas coming early.

When Harry arrived at the Leaky Couldren, he told them he needed a room for one week. He was brought up to a nice, quaint room. Harry unpacked quickly, and made his way out to Diagon Alley, clutching his school list. Might as well get his shopping done early. Harry first stopped by the book shop, picking up all his new books. His next stop was the robe shop, and he took the hem off his robes. Surprisingly enough, he had grown a few inches. Next he visited the Apocathary, and when he was completely finished, he headed to the broom shop. A bell rang as the door opened. A man cloaked in red jumped out.

"Welcome, Mr. Potter," He said, bowing lowly. "How may I assist you today?" Harry smiled, feeling a bit embarressed.

"Umm, I heard there was a new broom on the market?" Harry asked, a bit timidly.

"Why, yes, Mr. Potter, you heard correctly. It's been out only a few weeks. I actually haven't sold one yet... but it is said to be ten TIMES faster than the Firebolt," The wise old wizard said. Harry bit his lip.

"May I see it?"

"Why, of course, Mr. Pot--"

"Harry," Harry interrupted. "Call me Harry."

"Of course, Harry. Follow me," The old man lead Harry to the back of the store, and opened a cupboard. Inside was a brand new broom, with sharper features than even the Firebolt.

"This, Harry, is another broom by the makers of the Firebolt. But, it is called Rain Storm. This is because rain can put out fire. I believe the metaphore is to say that the Rain Storm can bypass the Firebolt by a lot."

"How much?"

"Ahh, Harry, too much for you. I will not allow you to empty out your bank account to buy it."

"Have you forgotten?" Harry asked. "I won the Triwizard Tournament."

"Yes, you have." The man simply stated.

"So, I would be able to use that, and leave my account alone."

"Mr. Potter, you do not fool me."

"Harry," the boy mumbled.

"Harry," the man corrected himself. "I know you no longer have that money. It's written all over your face. Don't worry, Harry. Your Firebolt is one of a kind, I'm sure. You are not in need of a new broom." The wise wizard snapped the cupboard shut.

"Anything else, Mr. P-- Harry?"

"No, that'll be all. Thank you." Harry turned and left the shop, feeling the heat smoulder him.

"Roof! Roof, roof!" A dog's bark rang in Harry's ears. He turned in the direction, and saw, in the distance, a big, black dog sitting. As Harry ran towards the dog, he heard a few people gasp.

"The grim, the grim!" They screeched. Harry stopped and turned to face them all.

"Enough of that foolishness! This is my dog, Padfoot. He is no grim!" The people around him flushed red. Some mumbled apologies, and made their way.

"Padfoot," Harry whispered. "Follow me, I'll bring you to my room." Harry placed a hand on Padfoot's head, and lead him into his room, slipping past the inkeepers and other guests. He didn't want to have to explain. Once in the room, the dog took the form of Sirius.

"Sirius!" Harry said, hugging his Godfather.

"How did you get here?"

"Apparated, o'course," Black said, as if it were the obvious answer. Harry looked into Sirius' eyes. Worry was written all over his face.

"Padfoot?" he asked, softly. "Is something wrong?" Sirius snapped his head up, looking deeply into Harry's eyes.

"Yes, Harry. Something is wrong. Something is terribly wrong."

"With who?"

"Dumbledore."

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A/N: OoOoOo, cliff hanger. Whoo-hoo. Review and let me know how you like.