Chapter 3

What Harry saw surprised him. Sprawled out along the ground was Harry's godfather,

Sirius Black. Sirius was a convicted killer of a whole street full of people, but Harry

knew he was innocent. He was lucky enough to escape Azkaban, the wizard's prison, two

years ago.

"Sirius!" cried Harry. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah, yeah," he muttered, with the sound of pain in his voice. "I'll be fine I'll

just have a bad backache for a few days. Oh, and by the way, sorry about your wall."

"Harry looked at the wall. It had a big, Sirius-shaped hole in it.

" That doesn't matter," cried Harry. "What matters is why you are here!"

"I'm here to take you to the Weaslys'" said Sirius. " It's my little birthday present to you."

"Well," said Harry, with a slight grin. " Since you're already here, I guess it

wouldn't hurt if you took me to the Weaslys'. But don't do anything like this again."

"Yes Ma'am. Just don't worry about it Harry, all right. Just enjoy your gift."

"Well, okay," said Harry, happily thinking about seeing his best friend again.