A/N - I have read OoP, but I write really far ahead of myself (just in case I temporarily loose enthusiasm, so I don't have to keep everybody waiting until I have the right mind set to write again). Until further notice, the chapters posted were written pre-OoP.

Chapter Five - One Last Visit

On the same day that Harry had returned so early in the morning, Mr. Dursley entered Harry's room loudly, waking Harry up. "Get up, Boy," he grunted.

Harry, woken by his uncle's loudness, sat up in his bed. He realized that he was still in his clothes from yesterday, and sleepily pulled the covers back over himself to hide that fact. Vernon wasn't paying attention.

"You missed breakfast, Boy," Harry's uncle told him. "One prospective buyer has invited me, and my family, to lunch and dinner." Uncle Vernon glared at Harry. "You aren't going. You're staying here." As if Harry needed that last sentence to clarify things.

Vernon looked around. "Now, I know they'll be no funny business out of you, since you'll get expelled if you do anything of that nature. But if I find the slightest scratch on anything, you won't be eating for a week. Do you understand?"

Harry looked sleepily back at his uncle. "Yes, sir," he said. He thought that the way his uncle treated him did not give him the right to be called "Sir" by anyone, but it helped create a little peace between Harry and his uncle. Uncle Vernon walked out of the room, giving Harry a menacing look. As soon as he closed Harry's door, Harry lay back down and went to sleep.

When Harry woke up again, it was in the early afternoon. He put on his glasses, which were on a small table by his bed, and noticed that he was not alone in the room. Sirius was sitting in his desk chair.

"'ello, Sirius," Harry said sleepily. Harry stretched, and yawned.

His Godfather smiled back at him. "Did I wear you out last night?" he asked. Harry nodded. It had been a long, fun-filled night. "If you've been sleeping since we got back, you must be hungry."

Harry nodded again, and opened his door. He went downstairs, and Sirius followed. Harry walked into the kitchen, and realized that, for the first time in his life, he could eat whatever he wanted. He opened the refrigerator, and looked towards Sirius. "Do you want anything to eat, Sirius?" Harry asked.

Sirius looked around for a clock, wondering what time it was. It was almost three in the afternoon. "Sure, why not?" he said. He was actually more hungry than he let off. He had been at the house since the Dursleys left, and was as hungry as Harry was. But something inside him made him feel that it was best if Harry didn't know that.

Harry was peering through the refrigerator, looking at all the food he could choose from. In the end, he made a ham and cheese sandwich. Harry thought it was the best thing in the world, since it had been a while since he had a sandwich, without magically preserved meat. Sirius, on the other hand, was eating a turkey sandwich. He had mastered the art of talking and eating at the same time back in school, when he had a lot to say, and not a whole lot of time to say it, and used this ability well, as the two of them discussed many things.

One of the topics of their discussion was Sirius's memory of his time at Hogwarts. "Hogwarts was a lot of fun for me," Sirius was saying. "Of course, you already know that I had my friends, James, Remus, and Peter. Well, I thought Peter was my friend, but that's a long story that you already know." Harry remembered when Sirius had first told him that story, two years ago, about how Peter Pettigrew betrayed Harry's parents by revealing their hiding location to Voldemort. "Yes, we were rather inseparable. Except for the AMSL Test. But then again, they split everybody up."

Harry looked at Sirius, confused. "The AMSL Test?" Harry asked.

"Oh, you haven't heard about that?" Sirius asked. Harry shook his head. "Well, I suppose you'll be hearing about it soon enough. It's a two week long boot camp style test during the fall. All students enrolled in their fifth, sixth, or seventh year of any wizarding school can take it.

"It's really difficult, and probably not worth the effort. Although, I'm not the best person to ask, since I didn't pass. James did, but he can't exactly tell us all about it now. I think it qualifies you for things like apparation training and animagus training a few years earlier. If you ask me, the AMSL is overrated, since you can't apparate at Hogwarts, and I managed to become and animagus illegally in my Hogwarts days. Really, its just like getting your Magical Student Licence, or MSL, a few years early."

Harry was listening intently. He had no idea that there were different licences for wizards. "What other kinds of licences are there, Sirius?" he asked.

"Only one other, but it comes in different forms. It's the Advanced Magical Licence, which you obtain from a wizarding university. It is possible to get your AML in general magical studies, but most people specialize in something. I've heard it's very similar to muggle college degree, in that you major in something.

"But, back to the test. It's really hard, and it's like two weeks of torture. The choice is up to you, whether you want to take it or not. It gets you out of two weeks of class, but not only do you have to go through two weeks worth of torture and humiliation, you have to make up all the work you miss, too." Harry was trying to imagine what a wizarding boot camp would be like when Sirius continued. "I'm sure Dumbledore will have a meeting for those who are interested. He will probably give you all the necessary details then."

After lunch, Harry and Sirius invited Mrs. Figg over and they all played Monopoly. Despite Mrs. Figg's protests, they played a full game. They played until one player (Harry) owned all the properties, and the other two were in debt. The whole game took nearly three hours. After a nice dinner, cooked by Mrs. Figg, they began playing Trivial Pursuit. Mrs. Figg was the winner of that, since it was a muggle game, and she knew the most about the muggle world. Harry came in second, thanks to all the information he had gathered in ten of the first eleven years of his life, plus three and a half summers. Sirius, who was born and raised in a wizarding family, knew very little. In fact, there were only one or two questions he actually knew, and they were either for Mrs. Figg or for Harry.

The three of them then played several rounds of Uno, and then moved on to other card games. By nine o-clock, Mrs. Figg left. Sirius decided that the Dursleys would be home soon, and he took Harry up to bed. When they went, Sirius allowed Harry some time to get changed into his pajamas. When Harry opened the door, Sirius walked in. Harry sat on his bed, and Sirius sat on a chair.

"Harry," Sirius said, in a serious tone. Harry looked over at his godfather. "Harry, tomorrow is my last day here. And unfortunately, I am only here because there is something I need to do. I need to do that something tomorrow."

Harry was crossed between sadness and curiosity. His curiosity won the first question. "What do you have to do?" he asked.

"I'm afraid I can't tell you that. I want you to remain as innocent in this plot as possible, as does Dumbledore. If I were to tell you, I would be betraying Dumbledore's trust. He knew that I would have to come by here, and he told me that I could see you and spend time with you, only if I promised not to tell you anything. It's been hard, Harry. I really wish that you could know what was going on, but it's too much of a risk." Sirius sighed.

"I wish we could have spent more time together, but it was impossible. Dumbledore arranged a tight schedule for me. He tried to get me as much time as I could here, but we have very short windows. If we don't act now, our plan might fail."

Harry looked at Sirius. "Can you at least see me again before you go, to say goodbye?" Harry asked.

Sirius didn't answer. Instead, he stood up, and sat down on the bed, next to Harry. He put his arm around his godson, and said, "I wish I could, Harry. But I'll make sure to keep in contact by owl post. As often as I can, without attracting attention." He ruffled Harry's hair.

Sirius stood up again, to pull back the covers. Harry swung his feet over so that he was lying in his bed. Sirius replaced the covers and sat down again. For a minute, neither of them said anything.

Then, Harry said, "Sirius, what's going to happen? I mean, with Vol - I mean You-Know-Who back?"

Sirius waited a moment before answering. It was obvious that he was fighting an internal battle not to tell Harry exactly what was planned to happen. "Well, Harry, everybody is going to try to live a normal life. You're going to go to school and get educated, along with the rest of the students. The teachers will teach, and all the adults will go to their jobs.

"Don't be confused though. We're not going to ignore the threat, or pretend it isn't there. We're just not going to let it disrupt our normal lives. Just be assured that there is an underground plan, and that Dumbledore will never let anything happen to you. Especially at Hogwarts. Rest assured that the one person You-Know-Who was afraid of, Dumbledore, will be watching over you, and the whole school."

There was a long pause. Then Harry spoke up. "Sirius?" Sirius turned to face his godson. "Do you have to leave?"

Sirius could see tears forming in the boy's eyes, and he understood why. He was the only true family Harry had, and Harry loved him like a father. But, Harry didn't get to see him a whole lot. "I wish there was something I could do, Harry. I wish there was something I could do."

Harry closed his eyes, but whether he was sad, or just tired, Sirius couldn't tell. He watched as the rising and falling of Harry's chest slowed, and became even. He stood up gently, so that he wouldn't wake the sleeping boy. As he turned to the window to leave, he felt something wet drip onto his cheek. But, when he looked up, he realized that it was his own tears. He wiped them on the sleeve of his robe, knowing that what he was doing was best in the long run. If he didn't go through with the plan, Harry's life would be in danger.

A/N - A short chapter, but it's necessary (in my opinion). Any longer, and it would just be dragging the chapter out. It doesn't need any more, I think. I just wouldn't be doing the literature justice.

Special Thanks - Where I thank those who have reviewed my story so far…

Thanks to Brittany again for reviewing, at least time I can actually see it. Thanks to Steffi Snape for reading this as well, I'll read your most recent chapter as soon as I update this story.

I find it rather disappointing that my personal favorite story (and the one I've worked on the most) is getting the least attention of all my stories.

And, just an interesting fact for anybody who cares (and because I'm feeling rather bored right now) - a lot of my OC's start off based on real people just long enough for me to start a conversation with them, or put them through a few actions. After that, I start drifting away from the real people and into a new character. If, by any bizarre chance, I know you and I just so happened to base an OC on you, they may have your name and your physical appearance, but after a few pages, they stop being a copy of you, and they start being their own person.