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And now, to continue:
Harry stood abruptly and went over to the window. Sirius felt completely helpless. He hoped desperately that this was all a bad dream and he would wake up any moment.
No such luck.
'Why didn't you tell me?' Harry asked quietly, still gazing out the window.
Sirius licked his lips nervously. 'I knew it'd upset you', he responded gently, imagining that he would rather be facing an army of Dementors than having this particular conversation.
'You must've known I'd find out eventually', Harry replied in a strangled voice.
'Yeah', Sirius admitted, 'but you have to understand, I had to come to grips with it myself before I could start trying to explain it to you. I'm still trying to find a way to cope with it all, and as you can see', he said, indicating his drips and monitors, 'I haven't found it yet.'
'It's my fault', Harry said miserably.
'No it's not', Sirius contradicted him immediately, 'don't even think that for one second, Harry.'
'But it is', Harry insisted, 'I'm the one who decided to go off and save you, without thinking it through properly. Hermione and the others tried to warn me, but I wouldn't listen. And look what's happened because of it! Kingsley's practically dying, you were actually dead, but sacrificed your magic to come back to life, and several people from the Ministry died!'
'But look at the good that's come out of it', Sirius reminded him, with a bite of impatience, 'I'm a free man again! Remus has got his old job back, Dumbledore's got his good name back, there's a few dangerous Death Eaters in prison, and Arthur Weasley is Minister for Magic! I'll be fine, Kingsley will pull through I'm sure, and...well, it is bad about the Ministry workers, I admit, but Harry! None of this was your fault!'
'I'm not a kid anymore', Harry replied, turning to face his godfather, 'I can take the responsibility.'
'What responsibility?' Sirius yelled in exasperation, 'Harry, stop blaming yourself for this! It was my decision-my own stupid decision-to come to the Ministry, so it's my own stupid fault hat I have no magic. Kingsley too! He chose to come, nobody forced him to!'
Harry ignored Sirius' attempts to ease his conscience, and instead asked 'so what happened...beyond the veil?'
Sirius wondered whether telling Harry the whole truth could make the situation any worse than it already was. It was times like these that he wished he had Remus' personality and calm thought process. In the end, he decided to tell the truth-not the whole truth, though, until he saw how Harry was taking it. He took a deep breath.
'I'll make a long story short', he began, 'I was in this cloudy sort of room, and a man was telling me I was going to die. I pleaded for my life. He appeared and told me if I gave him my magic, he'd let me go back through the arch. I gave it to him...after a little persuasion.'
Harry swallowed hard, and looked away. 'I knew that archway wasn't normal', he commented, 'I knew that as soon as I saw it. When you fell through, I saw the look on Lupin's face-he thought you'd died. When you reappeared after a second, I couldn't believe it! I thought Lupin was wrong, and that the archway wasn't anything sinister after all. But the whispers I could hear behind it...that was the dead talking, wasn't it?'
Sirius shrugged. 'No point asking me', he replied truthfully, 'I've no idea. I'd only heard vague stories about the archway before-maybe if I'd known about it, I would've been more careful.'
'So when people die', Harry continued, apparently fascinated with the subject of the archway, 'do they apparate in the Department of Mysteries or something? How do they get through the arch?'
'Harry, do we really have to talk about this?' Sirius shivered, 'if you must know, the place beyond the veil is where people who've been murdered, or denied their chance to fulfil their destiny go.'
Harry froze, and stared at Sirius, wide-eyed. 'Is...everyone who's been murdered sent there?'
Sirius sighed heavily. 'Yes Harry.'
'Oh.' Harry said in a small voice. He looked so anxious and lonely, standing by the window, that Sirius wanted to say something comforting.
'You've got plenty of people looking out for you, you know that, right?' He began, working up to what he wanted to say.
'Yeah', Harry replied despondently.
'I mean, there's me, Remus, Tonks, Kingsley, Arthur, Molly, Dumbledore, your parents, Fred, George...'
Harry looked up sharply. 'What did you say?'
'I said you've got a lot of people looking out for you.'
'Before you said Fred and George, you mentioned...'
'Your parents?'
'Yeah.'
'I know I did.'
'How d'you know they're looking out for me?' Harry asked sulkily.
' 'Cos I met them.'
'WHAT?' Harry yelled, jumping back a step, a look of astonishment on his face.
'Well, I met your mum anyway. Your dad was busy watching over you.' Sirius explained, delighted that he had distracted Harry from the topic of his guilt.
'You...you met...you met Mum?' Harry choked, sinking into the chair next to Sirius, 'wh-what did she say? Is she happy? Are they okay?'
'She's fine. So's James. She said they're always watching over you, and they love you. She gave me a knife-Remus has it at the moment, he knew the hospital would take it otherwise.' Sirius smiled anxiously, wondering how Harry would take all this news.
Harry was sitting bolt upright in his chair, staring straight ahead, as pale as a ghost. It was beginning to make Sirius feel uncomfortable.
'I can't believe you died...and you met my Mum...then you came back again...and you weren't going to tell me any of that?' Harry burst out suddenly, making Sirius jump, 'I'm fed up with everyone treating me like a little kid, only telling me what they think I'll be able to take, keeping secrets from me, afraid I'll get upset. I'm sixteen! Sirius, thought you understood how I felt, but obviouslAAAAAAARGH!'
Harry pressed his hands to his forehead, and leaned forward in his chair. Suddenly, he began to laugh-a high, cold laugh that sent shivers up and down Sirius' spine. He fell to the floor, still laughing like a maniac. Sirius yanked out half the tubes and machines that kept him confined to the bed, and knelt down next to Harry, shaking him and calling him. Finally, after several torturous minutes, Harry's laughter ceased. He opened his eyes, and looked around. 'Voldemort's happy', he said quietly, 'because he thinks he's found a way to help his Death Eaters escape.'
'What is it? What's he planning to do?' Sirius asked sharply, helping Harry to his feet.
Harry shrugged. 'I dunno, do I? I just know that he's happy, and why. You're bleeding, by the way.' His tone was quite cold.
Sirius rubbed the back of his hand, where he had just pulled out his IV line. It was bleeding and painful, but he barely noticed. 'Don't be like that, Harry.'
'Like what?' Harry asked shortly.
'Don't start going on about how you get treated like a kid. You're out of your depth in stuff like this-'
'I am not!' Harry interrupted rudely.
'Let me finish! You're out of your depth in stuff like this, but so are the rest of us. The only difference is, the members of the Order are adults, who lived through Voldemort's last rise to power. We have experience of him and his tactics.'
'So do I!' Harry argued, 'I've faced him four times now!'
'Yes', Sirius retorted impatiently, 'but you shouldn't have had to do that! Like it or not, you're too young to be in the Order, and there are no exceptions to our age rule, not even for those who've had to face him before-and as far as I know, you're the only one who's lived to tell the tale. Plus, Voldemort can see your thoughts any time he wants-it wouldn't be a good idea for you to know too much of what we're doing.'
Harry gaped at him. 'You sound like Mrs Weasley.' He said huffily, 'besides, you were the one who was all gung-ho to tell me about "the secret weapon" last summer-why so cagey now?'
'Maybe I've grown up and copped on', Sirius replied honestly, 'I dunno. I just think you should get to live your teen years in peace.'
'How can I?' Harry retorted angrily, 'with this stupid prophecy hanging over me? Either Voldemort or I will be dead within a couple of years. Either way, my "teen years" won't be a great experience from now on.'
Sirius resisted the urge to scream with frustration. 'Maybe', he said through the gritted teeth, 'if you tried being positive for a while? Look at all the good things going on around you. Look at it this way-if this prohphecy thing actually has to be done, you've got a fifty-fifty chance of being the one who survives.'
'Great. And I've a fifty-fifty chance of being a murderer', Harry muttered.
Sirius rolled his eyes. He wondered briefly whether he had been as aggravating as this as a teenager.
'Just cheer up.' He said at last.
'Mmm.' Harry mumbled.
Sirius was beginning to wonder whether to change the subject, or continue with his 'the glass is half-full' lecture, when Remus appeared at the door, and gave Sirius a questioning look. Sirius nodded vigorously, and Remus entered.
'All right, you two?' He asked cheerfully.
'Harry knows', Sirius answered sullenly.
'Oh.' Remus' smile faded. It was obvious to anyone that Harry was taking the news badly.
'I'd like to go back to Hogwarts now', Harry said suddenly.
'Er...' Remus glanced at Sirius, who shrugged. He had no idea how to handle Harry in his present mood-blaming himself was one thing, but Sirius hadn't expected Harry to be angry with him.
'Okay then. I'll fetch Tonks, she can take you back.'
Harry got up, and followed Remus out of the room.
'Bye Harr-' But before Sirius could finish his farewell, Harry had allowed the door to slam shut behind him.
Sirius sighed. Teenagers!
**********
It was much later that evening, and Sirius was sleeping, while Remus dozed in the chair next to him. Suddenly, a thought that had been nagging Sirius' subconscious since Harry's visit zoomed to the front of his mind, and he awoke, sitting bolt upright in the bed. Remus jumped and looked around wildly.
'What happened?' He asked anxiously, 'is everything all right?'
'No', Sirius replied sharply, 'shut up for a second, I need to think.'
Voldemort had somehow known what happened beyond the veil.
But how? Nobody had ever been beyond the veil and come back, apart from Sirius. And the archway was not a well-known phenomenon. So how did Voldemort deduce what had happened? Sirius found it difficult to believe that he could have worked it out so easily.
'Harry said something', Sirius told Remus, 'about Voldemort...he said Voldemort was the one who knew I'd made a sacrifice, to come back from beyond the veil...'
'How would he know that?' Remus asked curiously.
'He couldn't', Sirius responded, 'like I said, I'm the first person it's ever happened to!'
'Maybe he guessed? Maybe Bellatrix told him you had disappeared momentarily, and he presumed something had happened in that space of time? He has spies everywhere, they may have explained to him about the arch.' Remus reasoned.
Sirius shook his head. 'I have a feeling that he got Peter to attack me as a way of proving what he already believed he knew. I mean, come on, would Wormtail ever beat me in a fair fight, where I had the ability to use a wand?'
'No', Remus admitted, 'so you think he knew you'd lost your magic, as soon as Bellatrix told him about you falling through the arch?'
'No', Sirius said, a new thought occuring to him, 'what if...yeah, it might make sense...what if Bellatrix was actually trying to make me fall through the arch all along? What if...I dunno, Voldemort wanted to make Harry feel doubly guilty, and pounce on him when his resistance was low...he never expected me not to die!'
'Perhaps', Remus could almost see the logic behind Sirius' theory, 'but since you didn't die...his plan achieved nothing.'
'Not true', Sirius argued, 'he has one less member of the Order of the Phoenix to contend with-I can hardly fight Death Eaters with my fists now, can I? Plus, Harry's angry with me now. It makes it easy for Voldemort to read his mind.'
'So', Remus said, mulling over Sirius' words, 'what do we do now?'
'We get me out of here, for a start', Sirius replied immediately, 'then we get the whole Order together and we discuss what's gonna happen next.'
'Rightio', Remus replied, slapping his knees, standing up and striding towards the door, 'leave it with me. Tonks and I will have you out of here by dawn.'
And he left Sirius alone, with only his whirling thoughts for company.
What he wouldn't have given for a Pensieve just then! His mind whirred, as he went over the past few days in his head.
It was then that a horrible thought crossed his mind.
What if he was no longer an Animagus?
Sirius was too scared to try and transform. He had had so much on his mind since his escapade among the dead that he had never considered whether he still had the skill to turn into a dog.
Don't get your hopes up, he warned himself, you probably can't do it anymore. They took your magic, and turning into an animal is magic.
Still, he could not dampen that tiny spark of hope that was left in him.
He concentrated with all his might, willing himself to turn into the black dog he had always been.
Nothing happened.
It was at that moment that the reality of his position really hit him.
He was a wizard without a wand, and without his Animagus skill. He was a free man, but from here on in, he would be in constant danger from Death Eaters. His godson was angry with him for coming back from the dead to help him, and he was stuck in a Muggle hospital because he was too weak to withstand the Cruciatus Curse any more.
He felt as though a Dementor had just sucked all the happiness out of his life.
Only this Dementor was never going to go away.
Aaaaand it's over 2 u! I've got chapter 10 done, (well, almost) and wanna know if u guys would be interested in my putting it up-its basically about what Sirius is gonna be doing for the next few months after his recovery! If you'd like to know what he'll be doing, I can always write about that as well, but I wanna know what everyone thinks! Luv yall, thanks for reading :-) *~Zana G. Nicholson~*
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, but I do own Professor Saevitia Grappenhall, Eva Cleansweep, and any other character that JKR has never mentioned!
And now, to continue:
Harry stood abruptly and went over to the window. Sirius felt completely helpless. He hoped desperately that this was all a bad dream and he would wake up any moment.
No such luck.
'Why didn't you tell me?' Harry asked quietly, still gazing out the window.
Sirius licked his lips nervously. 'I knew it'd upset you', he responded gently, imagining that he would rather be facing an army of Dementors than having this particular conversation.
'You must've known I'd find out eventually', Harry replied in a strangled voice.
'Yeah', Sirius admitted, 'but you have to understand, I had to come to grips with it myself before I could start trying to explain it to you. I'm still trying to find a way to cope with it all, and as you can see', he said, indicating his drips and monitors, 'I haven't found it yet.'
'It's my fault', Harry said miserably.
'No it's not', Sirius contradicted him immediately, 'don't even think that for one second, Harry.'
'But it is', Harry insisted, 'I'm the one who decided to go off and save you, without thinking it through properly. Hermione and the others tried to warn me, but I wouldn't listen. And look what's happened because of it! Kingsley's practically dying, you were actually dead, but sacrificed your magic to come back to life, and several people from the Ministry died!'
'But look at the good that's come out of it', Sirius reminded him, with a bite of impatience, 'I'm a free man again! Remus has got his old job back, Dumbledore's got his good name back, there's a few dangerous Death Eaters in prison, and Arthur Weasley is Minister for Magic! I'll be fine, Kingsley will pull through I'm sure, and...well, it is bad about the Ministry workers, I admit, but Harry! None of this was your fault!'
'I'm not a kid anymore', Harry replied, turning to face his godfather, 'I can take the responsibility.'
'What responsibility?' Sirius yelled in exasperation, 'Harry, stop blaming yourself for this! It was my decision-my own stupid decision-to come to the Ministry, so it's my own stupid fault hat I have no magic. Kingsley too! He chose to come, nobody forced him to!'
Harry ignored Sirius' attempts to ease his conscience, and instead asked 'so what happened...beyond the veil?'
Sirius wondered whether telling Harry the whole truth could make the situation any worse than it already was. It was times like these that he wished he had Remus' personality and calm thought process. In the end, he decided to tell the truth-not the whole truth, though, until he saw how Harry was taking it. He took a deep breath.
'I'll make a long story short', he began, 'I was in this cloudy sort of room, and a man was telling me I was going to die. I pleaded for my life. He appeared and told me if I gave him my magic, he'd let me go back through the arch. I gave it to him...after a little persuasion.'
Harry swallowed hard, and looked away. 'I knew that archway wasn't normal', he commented, 'I knew that as soon as I saw it. When you fell through, I saw the look on Lupin's face-he thought you'd died. When you reappeared after a second, I couldn't believe it! I thought Lupin was wrong, and that the archway wasn't anything sinister after all. But the whispers I could hear behind it...that was the dead talking, wasn't it?'
Sirius shrugged. 'No point asking me', he replied truthfully, 'I've no idea. I'd only heard vague stories about the archway before-maybe if I'd known about it, I would've been more careful.'
'So when people die', Harry continued, apparently fascinated with the subject of the archway, 'do they apparate in the Department of Mysteries or something? How do they get through the arch?'
'Harry, do we really have to talk about this?' Sirius shivered, 'if you must know, the place beyond the veil is where people who've been murdered, or denied their chance to fulfil their destiny go.'
Harry froze, and stared at Sirius, wide-eyed. 'Is...everyone who's been murdered sent there?'
Sirius sighed heavily. 'Yes Harry.'
'Oh.' Harry said in a small voice. He looked so anxious and lonely, standing by the window, that Sirius wanted to say something comforting.
'You've got plenty of people looking out for you, you know that, right?' He began, working up to what he wanted to say.
'Yeah', Harry replied despondently.
'I mean, there's me, Remus, Tonks, Kingsley, Arthur, Molly, Dumbledore, your parents, Fred, George...'
Harry looked up sharply. 'What did you say?'
'I said you've got a lot of people looking out for you.'
'Before you said Fred and George, you mentioned...'
'Your parents?'
'Yeah.'
'I know I did.'
'How d'you know they're looking out for me?' Harry asked sulkily.
' 'Cos I met them.'
'WHAT?' Harry yelled, jumping back a step, a look of astonishment on his face.
'Well, I met your mum anyway. Your dad was busy watching over you.' Sirius explained, delighted that he had distracted Harry from the topic of his guilt.
'You...you met...you met Mum?' Harry choked, sinking into the chair next to Sirius, 'wh-what did she say? Is she happy? Are they okay?'
'She's fine. So's James. She said they're always watching over you, and they love you. She gave me a knife-Remus has it at the moment, he knew the hospital would take it otherwise.' Sirius smiled anxiously, wondering how Harry would take all this news.
Harry was sitting bolt upright in his chair, staring straight ahead, as pale as a ghost. It was beginning to make Sirius feel uncomfortable.
'I can't believe you died...and you met my Mum...then you came back again...and you weren't going to tell me any of that?' Harry burst out suddenly, making Sirius jump, 'I'm fed up with everyone treating me like a little kid, only telling me what they think I'll be able to take, keeping secrets from me, afraid I'll get upset. I'm sixteen! Sirius, thought you understood how I felt, but obviouslAAAAAAARGH!'
Harry pressed his hands to his forehead, and leaned forward in his chair. Suddenly, he began to laugh-a high, cold laugh that sent shivers up and down Sirius' spine. He fell to the floor, still laughing like a maniac. Sirius yanked out half the tubes and machines that kept him confined to the bed, and knelt down next to Harry, shaking him and calling him. Finally, after several torturous minutes, Harry's laughter ceased. He opened his eyes, and looked around. 'Voldemort's happy', he said quietly, 'because he thinks he's found a way to help his Death Eaters escape.'
'What is it? What's he planning to do?' Sirius asked sharply, helping Harry to his feet.
Harry shrugged. 'I dunno, do I? I just know that he's happy, and why. You're bleeding, by the way.' His tone was quite cold.
Sirius rubbed the back of his hand, where he had just pulled out his IV line. It was bleeding and painful, but he barely noticed. 'Don't be like that, Harry.'
'Like what?' Harry asked shortly.
'Don't start going on about how you get treated like a kid. You're out of your depth in stuff like this-'
'I am not!' Harry interrupted rudely.
'Let me finish! You're out of your depth in stuff like this, but so are the rest of us. The only difference is, the members of the Order are adults, who lived through Voldemort's last rise to power. We have experience of him and his tactics.'
'So do I!' Harry argued, 'I've faced him four times now!'
'Yes', Sirius retorted impatiently, 'but you shouldn't have had to do that! Like it or not, you're too young to be in the Order, and there are no exceptions to our age rule, not even for those who've had to face him before-and as far as I know, you're the only one who's lived to tell the tale. Plus, Voldemort can see your thoughts any time he wants-it wouldn't be a good idea for you to know too much of what we're doing.'
Harry gaped at him. 'You sound like Mrs Weasley.' He said huffily, 'besides, you were the one who was all gung-ho to tell me about "the secret weapon" last summer-why so cagey now?'
'Maybe I've grown up and copped on', Sirius replied honestly, 'I dunno. I just think you should get to live your teen years in peace.'
'How can I?' Harry retorted angrily, 'with this stupid prophecy hanging over me? Either Voldemort or I will be dead within a couple of years. Either way, my "teen years" won't be a great experience from now on.'
Sirius resisted the urge to scream with frustration. 'Maybe', he said through the gritted teeth, 'if you tried being positive for a while? Look at all the good things going on around you. Look at it this way-if this prohphecy thing actually has to be done, you've got a fifty-fifty chance of being the one who survives.'
'Great. And I've a fifty-fifty chance of being a murderer', Harry muttered.
Sirius rolled his eyes. He wondered briefly whether he had been as aggravating as this as a teenager.
'Just cheer up.' He said at last.
'Mmm.' Harry mumbled.
Sirius was beginning to wonder whether to change the subject, or continue with his 'the glass is half-full' lecture, when Remus appeared at the door, and gave Sirius a questioning look. Sirius nodded vigorously, and Remus entered.
'All right, you two?' He asked cheerfully.
'Harry knows', Sirius answered sullenly.
'Oh.' Remus' smile faded. It was obvious to anyone that Harry was taking the news badly.
'I'd like to go back to Hogwarts now', Harry said suddenly.
'Er...' Remus glanced at Sirius, who shrugged. He had no idea how to handle Harry in his present mood-blaming himself was one thing, but Sirius hadn't expected Harry to be angry with him.
'Okay then. I'll fetch Tonks, she can take you back.'
Harry got up, and followed Remus out of the room.
'Bye Harr-' But before Sirius could finish his farewell, Harry had allowed the door to slam shut behind him.
Sirius sighed. Teenagers!
**********
It was much later that evening, and Sirius was sleeping, while Remus dozed in the chair next to him. Suddenly, a thought that had been nagging Sirius' subconscious since Harry's visit zoomed to the front of his mind, and he awoke, sitting bolt upright in the bed. Remus jumped and looked around wildly.
'What happened?' He asked anxiously, 'is everything all right?'
'No', Sirius replied sharply, 'shut up for a second, I need to think.'
Voldemort had somehow known what happened beyond the veil.
But how? Nobody had ever been beyond the veil and come back, apart from Sirius. And the archway was not a well-known phenomenon. So how did Voldemort deduce what had happened? Sirius found it difficult to believe that he could have worked it out so easily.
'Harry said something', Sirius told Remus, 'about Voldemort...he said Voldemort was the one who knew I'd made a sacrifice, to come back from beyond the veil...'
'How would he know that?' Remus asked curiously.
'He couldn't', Sirius responded, 'like I said, I'm the first person it's ever happened to!'
'Maybe he guessed? Maybe Bellatrix told him you had disappeared momentarily, and he presumed something had happened in that space of time? He has spies everywhere, they may have explained to him about the arch.' Remus reasoned.
Sirius shook his head. 'I have a feeling that he got Peter to attack me as a way of proving what he already believed he knew. I mean, come on, would Wormtail ever beat me in a fair fight, where I had the ability to use a wand?'
'No', Remus admitted, 'so you think he knew you'd lost your magic, as soon as Bellatrix told him about you falling through the arch?'
'No', Sirius said, a new thought occuring to him, 'what if...yeah, it might make sense...what if Bellatrix was actually trying to make me fall through the arch all along? What if...I dunno, Voldemort wanted to make Harry feel doubly guilty, and pounce on him when his resistance was low...he never expected me not to die!'
'Perhaps', Remus could almost see the logic behind Sirius' theory, 'but since you didn't die...his plan achieved nothing.'
'Not true', Sirius argued, 'he has one less member of the Order of the Phoenix to contend with-I can hardly fight Death Eaters with my fists now, can I? Plus, Harry's angry with me now. It makes it easy for Voldemort to read his mind.'
'So', Remus said, mulling over Sirius' words, 'what do we do now?'
'We get me out of here, for a start', Sirius replied immediately, 'then we get the whole Order together and we discuss what's gonna happen next.'
'Rightio', Remus replied, slapping his knees, standing up and striding towards the door, 'leave it with me. Tonks and I will have you out of here by dawn.'
And he left Sirius alone, with only his whirling thoughts for company.
What he wouldn't have given for a Pensieve just then! His mind whirred, as he went over the past few days in his head.
It was then that a horrible thought crossed his mind.
What if he was no longer an Animagus?
Sirius was too scared to try and transform. He had had so much on his mind since his escapade among the dead that he had never considered whether he still had the skill to turn into a dog.
Don't get your hopes up, he warned himself, you probably can't do it anymore. They took your magic, and turning into an animal is magic.
Still, he could not dampen that tiny spark of hope that was left in him.
He concentrated with all his might, willing himself to turn into the black dog he had always been.
Nothing happened.
It was at that moment that the reality of his position really hit him.
He was a wizard without a wand, and without his Animagus skill. He was a free man, but from here on in, he would be in constant danger from Death Eaters. His godson was angry with him for coming back from the dead to help him, and he was stuck in a Muggle hospital because he was too weak to withstand the Cruciatus Curse any more.
He felt as though a Dementor had just sucked all the happiness out of his life.
Only this Dementor was never going to go away.
Aaaaand it's over 2 u! I've got chapter 10 done, (well, almost) and wanna know if u guys would be interested in my putting it up-its basically about what Sirius is gonna be doing for the next few months after his recovery! If you'd like to know what he'll be doing, I can always write about that as well, but I wanna know what everyone thinks! Luv yall, thanks for reading :-) *~Zana G. Nicholson~*