Sirius was amazed to find out how much everyone had missed him. He didn't think that he mattered that much to people, but he was proved wrong. Of course, he knew he mattered to Harry, realizing that he was the most of a parental figure that Harry had ever had. He found out from Mad-Eye Moody that Remus had hardly moved during the time that Sirius had been gone, and in reply to this, Sirius said he'd have to do something to lift the werewolf's spirits. Moody chuckled, but it ended up sounding more like a grunt.

"You already 'ave, just by returnin'.." He winked at Sirius with his good eye and thumped off, muttering about business for the Order. Sirius smiled at Remus then, who was across the kitchen and completely oblivious to their conversation. Later, Sirius said something about it to him, as they were seating in the living room, and he did not receive an answer straightaway- Remus was blushing like mad, even for how old he was. This just made Sirius chuckle, and Remus got still redder, if it was at all possible. He decided to chance the subject.

"So, Sirius.. when - and how - are you planning on telling Harry..?" Sirius shrugged.

"No better time then the present.." He said simply, and got up, wandering off upstairs.

So the news was out, that a Sirius Black was alive, but that the killer Sirius Black had perished. Only those in the Order knew the truth, and there was one wizard in particular who hadn't a clue in the slightest.

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A dark haired teen sat hunched over his desk in a small room in Number Four, Privet Drive. He was scribbling furiously with his quill on a piece of parchment. A sudden thump sounded from the depths of his trunk on the other side of the room. He paused and turned slowly, rising. Just as he did, his trunk burst open, and he heard a familiar voice shout, 'Hey Harry!' Harry stared, eyes wide and open mouthed as he walked to his trunk. Sitting among different things was the mirror Sirius had given him. He had shattered it in his anger when Sirius didn't appear, but Sirius was dead when Harry had tried to contact him, but he couldn't bear to throw it away. He had carefully picked up all the fragments and wrapped them in a cloth with the frame itself. But now the mirror had been repaired, and a face was seen in it. It was Sirius. Harry's heart skipped a few beats when he realized who it was.. He opened his mouth to reply, and then he lifted his head from his desk. He looked around. His trunk was shut, and Harry now had ink across his face from where he had laid his cheek in his writing that hadn't quite dried yet. His heart dropped, and he crumpled up the piece of parchment and threw it away. Then he went over to his trunk, and was just about to open it when he heard a thump from inside. His heart caught in his throat again, and he slowly reached to open the trunk. It burst open at his fingertips, and the mirror was in fact repaired, and Sirius' face gazed up at him.

"Hey Harry." Sirius said calmly. Harry was ecstatic.

"S-sirius? Sirius?!" He practically shouted in his joy. He grabbed the mirror and sat on his bed, making sure to hold it up in front of his face. The image nodded. "I.. I thought you couldn't appear to me in here when you were.. Well, you know.." He looked down.

"Well, that's because I'm not." Sirius stated proudly. Harry blinked, seeming to think he had heard his godfather wrong. "I'm not dead, Harry." Sirius said, clearly sensing the teen's confusion.

"But.. But I saw you! You fell through the arch after she hit you.. Professor Lupin said you were dead, and that we couldn't do anything about it.." Harry was stumped.

"I've been.. Given another chance." Sirius said, apparently deciding on saying that than telling Harry Remus was going to kill himself. Maybe another day he would, but not now..

"You mean.. I have to come stay with you!!" Harry switched what he was saying mid-sentence. Sirius chuckled.

"Lucky for you, I've already talked to Dumbledore about it. He said that you've been at the Dursley's for long enough this summer. You'll have to spend one month there every summer, but after that, you can come and stay with me.. If that's okay with you, of course." Sirius grinned almost wolfishly. Harry nodded vigorously, resisting the urge to whoop for joy.

"I'll get packed now!" He cried, and leapt from his bed. Sirius nodded.

"Then I'll get ready to come and get you. See you, then." The image faded from the mirror. Harry tossed all his belongings into his trunk, carefully capping his inkbottle before doing so. He was suddenly glad that Hedwig had returned early. Instead of lugging his trunk downstairs, he just left it there and ran downstairs anyway. The Dursleys, who had been attempting to ignore him out of fear of his newest 'freaky friends', were suddenly rushed into reality as Harry appeared in the living room, slightly out of breath.

"Sirius--- my godfather--- is coming to get me. Going to stay there for the rest of the summer." Harry said quickly. Uncle Vernon frowned, but at a look from Aunt Petunia, who seemed to know more on the matter than she let on, he simply nodded briskly and turned back to the television as a means of dismissal. Harry dragged his trunk and Hedwig's cage down the stairs, and paced in front of the door, wringing his hands in excitement. After what felt like hours, a knock came on the door. Harry almost threw it open, and tackled Sirius in a hug, such that Sirius had never known before, and they both laughed happily. When Harry looked up at Sirius, he was surprised to see that his godfather had tears of joy streaming down his cheeks as well.

"Well, let's get going then, shall we?" Sirius said happily, muttering the spell to float Harry's trunk and Hedwig's cage behind them. Harry discovered that Professor Lupin, Mad-Eye Moody, and Tonks were sitting in a car in the driveway. Sirius packed Harry's things in the trunk and the two made to get in the backseat next to Tonks, but Uncle Vernon called out from the front door. Sirius stopped, standing by the car door in case Harry needed him.

"So.. This is it, huh? We won't be seeing you until summer next year?" Uncle Vernon asked, his tone suggesting that he was frightened to death of the people in the car in his driveway. Harry nodded. Aunt Petunia showed her face behind her husband.

"We'll see you next summer.. er.. Harry." She said. The two nodded to Lupin, Moody, and Tonks, and promptly shut the door. Harry half-smiled. He was finally going to stay with Sirius instead of the Dursleys, finally.