I've had a question from some people why Siri didn't have the option to return as a ghost. Well, that's one of the rarer options, since that person conceivably will never get a chance to progress to Rebirth or the Light. Thanks!

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Chapter 3

"Please, like there is a choice? I have to go back. James, Lily, you understand, don't you?" Sirius looked to his friends. He steeled himself visibly, then asked, "About this Snape thing, what exactly would I have to do? And how will I know the things I need to know to guide Harry?"

"Well, to answer the second question first, you will just know. Sometimes you'll know things without understanding them, such as Harry can't go to Hogsmeade on a certain day, or Severus cannot attend classes on another. Sometimes you will know a bad thing MUST happen, to Harry or to Severus, and sometimes you will know you must give one or both of them strength and comfort. At least once you will be faced with the situation that one or both will be captured, and you can do nothing to free them. You will be able to sooth them, comfort them, even help keep them alive and sane, but not free them. You will be expected to treat Severus the same as you treat Harry. Any violation, and you WILL be brought back, without accomplishing the rule breaking. The moment you begin to act upon it, you will disappear there and reappear here. Have I made myself plain?" the Examiner asked sternly

Sirius felt sick. In order to go back, he not only potentially had to watch his Godson be tortured, he's have to treat Snape the same way as Harry? He thought about it, and thought about the misery that Snape had given him. Then he thought about Harry, and Remus. He knew they were suffering too. And after all, hadn't he always said he'd do anything for Harry? This was put up or shut up time. "Do I have to leave Remus prisoner if he's caught too?" he asked softly.

"He isn't your charge, so sometimes you won't know, and other times, you simply won't have the power to save him. Nonetheless, anything you can do, you will be allowed to do." she said calmly.

"Right then, what are we waiting for?" Sirius asked, with false heartiness.

"Nothing." Then the world went black.

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Back at Number 4 Privet Drive, the 15 yr old wizard known as Harry Potter was lost in the world of dreams, always an unpleasant thing with Voldemort on the loose.

Harry was walking through a house, one he had never seen before. 'Hmm, looks like Voldemort found a new headquarters again,' he thought darkly. He was very frustrated that nothing he saw was useful, since they never knew what was real and what was planted, and he couldn't even manage to block the stupid dreams.

He walked into a large, dark room, and saw Voldemort holding court to his Death Eaters in full regalia. "Tonight, we will attack Hogsmeade, and burn it to the ground. Hamby! What progress have you made on penetrating the shields surrounding the Potter boy's house?" Voldemort demanded.

"We've tracked down the spell we believe Dumbledore used Sire. There is no specific counter but I believe we are close to finding a solution." the man said respectfully.

Suddenly, the landscape around Harry shifted and turned into a thick grey mist. 'Hmm, this is new,' he pondered. Suddenly , an figure loomed in the fog.

"Hey kiddo," he said quietly.

"Who are you?" Harry asked suspiciously.

"Forgotten me already? I'm hurt!" the man said in a joking tone. He raised a hand and a small sphere of light appeared.

Harry stared in shock at the tall, lanky form of his Godfather. "No, it's not you, this isn't real, this is another trick…"

"Harry, it's me, ask me anything, something nobody could know," Sirius urged gently.

"Okay, what's the first think you said to me in person last summer?" Harry demanded.

Sirius laughed heartily then said, "Hi Harry, I see you've met my mother!"

"Oh God, Sirius!" Harry threw himself at his Godfather, hugging him within an inch of his life. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, it's all my fault," he mumbled, tears starting to flow.

"Harry, kid, hold up there. My being dead is not your fault. That's Bella's fault, evil bitch. She killed me, not you. You tried to save me, and I love you for that. I'll wring your neck if you ever try a stunt like that again, but I understand. Oh, and Cedric Diggory says hi, and PLEASE stop feeling guilty about him too? The poor kid is spending half his afterlife worrying about you worrying about him!" Sirius teased gently.

Big emerald eyes filled with tears met blue ones, and Harry trembling asked, "Cedric was there? He doesn't hate me?"

"No Harry, he doesn't. He liked you, from what I could tell. He was pretty anxious that if I got permission to come see you, I tell you that."

"Permission? How long are you here for, then," Harry asked, sadness filling his eyes.

"Well, about that. I kinda made a deal. I'll be here, to stand in your dreams as often as I can, and when you die, I'll go with you to the next place, which I can't tell you much about. The only thing is, I have someone else I need to try to take care of too, but I can back and forth at the speed of thought. It's the only way they'd let me take care of you," Sirius said softly.

Harry gulped back more tears, and said bravely, "I understand. Hey, at least this way, I'll get you here, with me almost all the time."

"That you will. And for when you're awake, I have another special friend going to visit you too. You'll know him when you see him, and I want you to do as he says. For me?" Sirius asked pleadingly.

"Yes, I promise. Sirius, I'd do anything you asked, don't you know that?" Harry asked brokenly.

"Oh Harry," Sirius gathered Harry up in a tighter hug as they both cried.

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Remus Lupin sighed, and walked out of the library at 12 Grimmand Place. He truly hated the house his oldest friend had grown up in. He stretched and contemplated sleep for the millionth time, but even the sight of the early morning sunshine couldn't convince his tire mind to sleep. He had barely slept since that awful night.

He smirked when he passed the charred spot where Mrs. Black's portrait had stood. Last night she had woken when Tonks was mourning Sirius, and she just HAD to gloat. Well, ten incendious charms later, she wasn't gloating anymore. He had hated that harpy for what she had done to Sirius. Suddenly, the hairs on the back of his neck raised, and he could feel some weird energy flood the house.

~Wow, the old bitch really ticked someone off!~ a very familiar, very impressed voice said in Remus's head.

He whipped his head around and nearly fell on his but when he found a huge Siberian tiger standing next to him, looking at the scorch mark.

~Aw Moony, didn't you miss me?~ came that same familiar voice.

"Sirius!?!?!"

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Yes, I know, evil cliffy, but short chapters make for more frequent updates. Please R/R! Should Siri visit Snape in dream, or flesh? Opinions sincerely appreciated! Cheers!