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"Sirius! Hey, where are you?" called Harry from the second floor of Sirius' huge house. Harry still can't get over the fact that even though Dumbledore is their Secret-Keeper, Voldemort would have to be really thick to not notice them. "That Fidelius Charm sure is something," Harry would think every morning, as he would get up.

"Hey sleepyhead. You know, I slave down here for hours making your breakfast while you were out, sleeping beauty. You should be grateful to me," Sirius said as Harry ambled his way down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"Well, you could always wake me. Besides, you haven't even been down here for ten minutes yet. Don't bother denying it."

"Anyways, you know as well as I do what would happen to me if I tried to wake you; you'd pull a Mad-Eye on me and blast me halfway into next year!" joked Sirius.

"Where's the Daily Prophet Sirius? I want to catch up on the news," said Harry, sitting at the table as Sirius levitated some eggs and orange juice over to Harry's plate. "I want to see what they thought of us last night. After all, we did catch Lucius Malfoy. And it's about bloody time too," Sirius walked and sat down. Harry immediately noticed that he was hiding something behind his back.

"Harry, you probably shouldn't read the Daily Prophet today. It might not be such a good idea…" remarked Sirius, who was obviously trying to sound careless, as if it weren't important. Harry immediately noticed this.

"Oh. Okay, well if you say so." Sirius merely goggled at Harry. Harry never gave up anything without a fight. "Accio!" The paper zoomed out of Sirius' hand and flew into Harry's hand so quickly that Sirius thought that he still had the paper. Then he realized that Harry was reading the paper. He chuckled under his breath. Harry really was something.

"WHAT? I'm number two on the Most-Eligible-Bachelor list?! What sort of bullshit…? Wait a second… Sirius, why are you grinning like a maniac? Wait. No. You didn't." Harry merely gazed at Sirius as they ate their breakfast. "Did you?"

"I thought it would be funny, just to see how you would react. I just had to send your picture in from that one time when I caught you thinking about Hermione in those silver, silk boxers that you have. It was funnier than hell, you have to admit. I reckon that the only reason you aren't number one is because of your scar. But even that looks pretty cool," laughed Sirius. "Only one judge didn't like it, and that was Diklortia. I guess she thought that it didn't look very fetching," Harry glared at him before flipping through a few more pages.

As soon as Harry had flipped through a few more pages, he stopped for a moment. His face paled to the point that Sirius knew that something was going to scar him for life. "Sirius," said Harry in an extremely shaky voice, " you haven't read the whole paper yet, have you?"

"No. Why do you ask? What is it?" asked Sirius, more than a little worried.

"Not...Nothing," Harry stammered. Quickly he hid the paper behind his back as he sat up and backed away from the table. Or, to be more accurate, away from Sirius' prying eyes.

"Harry," said Sirius in that tone. Harry knew he was in trouble and raced up the stairs. "HARRY! WHAT IS IT?" yelled Sirius as he ran up after Harry. When he reached Harry's door, he paused. The door was closed, but he could hear crying come from within. "Harry, what's wrong?" asked Sirius as he opened the door and walked in.

"Nothing Sirius, absolutely nothing…" said Harry as though he was somewhere else. Sirius thought it best to catch Harry off of his guard.

"Accio!" The paper flew into Sirius waiting hand as Harry continued to sob. Immediately after Sirius had scanned the page, he knew what was wrong. Plastered all over it was a picture of Harry and Hermione. It was how they had been in their fifth year. They were kissing. Harry quickly quit sobbing and went from sadness to anger so fast that Sirius thought that he had never seen him look angrier.

"Incendio!" spelled Harry. His wrath had over-boiled and now the world was going to pay. He loved Hermione, but he didn't need the world to be let in on that aspect of his life too. He was comfortable with all of the praise that was accredited to him since he was an auror, but this was too much. Sirius dropped the paper as it burst into flames, which turned to ashes before it had even hit the ground.

"Now Harry, see here… you shouldn't get so upset."

"They have no right! They are going to pay for this!" yelled Harry as he apparated away.

"Oh dear god. They really fucked up now," thought Sirius. He considered floo-messaging to warn the Daily Prophet, but decided against it. Harry had a right to be pissed, and if anyone got in his way, it was their death. Sirius supported Harry entirely in his anger. "I just hope that he doesn't get himself into too much trouble…"

(A/N) My god! I am so sorry this update took so long! I can be such a crack-ass-monkey-whore sometimes. I was too busy with my agenda to write this chapter, but I'm working on the next one as we speak.