Harry woke on September 1 to a tapping on the window. He groggily peered out to see Hedwig with a letter in her beak. He let her in, and she perched on top of her cage while he opened the letter.
Hey, Harry;
Just wanted to tell you something quickly. Hermione. . .well, um, gosh this is hard to say, I mean to write. Okay. Hermione and I are dating now. Hope that you don't mind or anything, and I hope this gets to you before I see you on the train. Ron
Harry smiled, happy for his friends, and hoping against hope that this year would finally see him with a girlfriend. He glanced at the clock, amazed to see it was only 8:30, and pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. He walked slowly out of his room and found some cereal in a cupboard. He flipped through the Daily Prophet while he ate.
Good morning! Sirius sang out as he walked into the kitchen. Harry glanced up at him.
What's with you? he asked jokingly.
Sirius shrugged. Can't believe it's your last year. Here. Picked this up in Diagon Alley for you. He handed Harry a small package. Harry tore it open to find a book entitled He Flew Like a Madman, by Kennilworthy Whisp.
A biography of "Dangerous" Dai Llewellyn, Harry read. He looked up at Sirius questioningly.
Thought you might like it, Sirius shrugged. Famous Quidditch player. It was one of your father's favorite books.
Thanks, Sirius, Harry smiled. He hurried to his room to finish packing his trunk. As he directed objects into his trunk with his wand, he glanced through the photo album from Hagrid. His parents smiled up at him, laughing and happy. Harry still wished that they were alive, of course, but he had almost become used to living with Sirius. He sighed, closed the album, and directed it into the trunk. He looked around the room, wondering if there was anything else he needed.
Sirius poked his head in. Um, you know how we were talking about. . .well, how you want a girlfriend? Well, if you do. . .find someone, you'll be careful, right? Do you have. . .um. . .any. . .
Harry turned scarlet, and he shook his head. I don't think I'll need any, honestly.
Well, just in case, here. Sirius tossed him a small package. Harry carefully avoided looking at it, and threw it into the trunk. Sirius grinned weakly, and backed out of the room. Harry sat in shock for a few seconds, then shook his head and locked up the trunk.
Harry and Sirius walked into Kings Cross Station at 10:45. They hurried to the barrier between platforms 9 and 10, and casually leaned against the wall. They fell through the barrier, and walked towards the Hogwarts Express.
Harry looked around to see Ron and Hermione running at him. Ron called again. We've got a compartment over here! Come on!
Harry turned to his godfather. Bye, Sirius, he smiled. Sirius suddenly enveloped him in a crushing hug.
Have a great year, Harry, he managed to say. Your parents would be so proud of who you've become.
Harry could feel himself going red. he muttered. He headed off, pushing his trunk ahead of him. Ron helped his get it into the compartment, and they sat down as the train whistled. Harry gazed out the window as they began to move, and saw Sirius smiling at him. He raised a hand to wave, the train picked up speed, and they headed out into the countryside.
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Ah, the sadness! And no assuming that Sirius is gay, he's a very straight person. And I hope you can tell what he was talking to Harry about ;-) review!
