Chapter Fifteen:

 It was mid afternoon, Privet Drive was as dull and 'normal' as Harry remembered, and on seeing, Sirius had a face. "I can see why you wouldn't want to live here," he said, shuddering.

 Harry smiled faintly. "And the people are worse, you saw them last year," he remarked.

 Sirius nodded in agreement. Harry walked up and knocked on the door. It opened with Vernon Dursley looking out in a cheerful mood. This disappeared the moment he saw Harry.

 "You!" He snarled furiously. "What are you doing here?"

 Sirius stepped up from the side of the door, out of Vernon's line of sight. Vernon gulped visibly at the sight of the ex-convict. "We have come to inform you that you have been judged unfit guardians and that I, as Harry's godfather, will be taking care of him from now on. You will not see him again," Sirius said, eyes narrowed.

 "I won't be coming back here again, we thought that it was best to come and tell you in person," Harry added, voice and eyes cold.

 Suddenly his parents let out a burst of warnings and Harry spun around as a Death Eater stood and screamed a curse, Sirius blocked it, and before the Death Eater could do anything, a dagger had appeared in Harry's hand and flashed out, the dagger now stood out in the Death Eaters chest as the man fell back, not even having a chance to scream.

 Vernon gaped. Harry glanced at him, and his uncle looked away quickly. "The Ministry will be here soon to clear that up," Harry remarked to his godfather. "No point in standing around waiting for them."

 Sirius nodded and they both disappeared before Vernon could say another word. Reappearing in the Leaky Cauldron, Harry smiled. With luck he would never see Privet Drive again.

 "Masters, how can I help you?" Tom asked, glancing up from the bar.

 "We'd like two rooms for a time, we aren't sure how long," Harry took over since he knew the bar man better than Sirius.

 "Well I'll be, it's Mr. Potter back again is it?" he said peering at Harry, then turned to Sirius. "And that would make you Mr. Black?"

 "So it would," Sirius replied, wary.

 Tom merely nodded. "I'll show you to our best rooms," he said, leading the way upstairs. "You can pay by the day."

 When he left them in adjacent rooms, Sirius turned to Harry with a grin. "He's really nice! I wish I'd bothered to get to know him when I was at school. Not that I cared for things like that at that stage in my life."

 Harry smiled in return. "Yes, Tom's a good man, and always nice to me, though I don't know about everyone else – he's rumoured not to be nice to people who have anything to do with the Dark Side," he told his godfather, remembering half heard conversations from his time in the wizarding world before he'd left for the Seekers Academy.

 "So what are we going to do with searching for a house?" He asked his godfather, after they'd let the silence draw out companionably.

 "I'm not sure. We'll certainly want a magical house, and I might have one somewhere – I'll have to check out Gringotts, because I inherited a lot from my relatives, I've no idea exactly what though," Sirius said thoughtfully.

 Harry smiled at his godfather and they retired to their rooms to sleep for the night, they would be very busy on the morrow.

 "Right kid, I'm afraid the first thing we'll have to do is get some other clothes, we intimidate people in these," Sirius remarked.

 Harry looked annoyed, but nodded his head none the less. "I know what you mean, Sirius – it also says clearly that we are Harry Potter and Sirius Black – that'd make a target out of us for any Death Eater nearby."

 Therefore they went to Madam Malkin's first off. "What can I do for you dears?" she asked them, smiling gently.

 "Some nondescript but well made robes would be welcome," Sirius said. "I'm afraid our own make us something of a target." He told the truth, knowing that Harry felt it when people didn't speak the truth, sometimes it could even hurt, depending on the amount of lies that were being told around them.

 While Madam Malkin had her back turned, Sirius flickered the signals 'can we trust her?' to Harry.

 The boy thought for a moment, making sure that his ability was clearly focused on Madam Malkin, before nodding his head once, just before she turned around again.

 "Well dears, come with me into the back and we'll see what we can do for you," she said with a small smile. Harry and Sirius followed her to the back of the shop to be fitted properly.

 Half an hour later they left wearing far more nondescript clothing, before heading out to look for a house that suited them – or rather, to check Gringotts to see if there was anything in Sirius's vault, which contained a key to the family vault.

 In the family vault, there were so many papers and such that it would be impossible to do anything with them today, and so they went back up to the front desk and talked a goblin.

 It told them that if they waited for a while, the goblins would look over the various wills and deeds and whatever else there was down there and send it to them in some semblance of order.

 Thanking them, Sirius and Harry left to find a house to stay in till then. "If you want to confuse you enemies," they'd been taught, "have a lot of places to hide and never tell anyone all of them."

 So that was exactly what was going to happen – Harry and Sirius had decided to look for a home in the Muggle world, several, perhaps, and even in several different countries, if events allowed them.

 At some point, then, they would have to see a Muggle magistrate to see what was for sale. That would come another day though, since they would have to find Muggle clothing and get Muggle money.

 For today, they wandered around Diagon Alley, peering at the various shops and merchandise. Harry was thinking of getting some books from Flourish and Blott's, but he realised that he didn't want to be as far ahead of his year as he had been this year – it made for very boring study.

 He did, however, have an interesting time in the Magical Menagerie, where they had a phoenix for sale – they hadn't had one in for an age, the shop holder said, and had only got it twenty minutes before Harry entered the shop.

 Harry smiled and nodded before walking over to the phoenixes cage and staring into its fiery eyes. He smiled, gently, and called to the fire elementals, creating an extra blaze around the bird where no one else would see it.

 The bird looked at him, it's burning eyes interested and dancing with the flame of life. "How much is it?" Harry asked the shop owner thoughtfully.

 "For the phoenix? Thirty galleons boy," the witch said coolly. Harry thought for a moment – phoenixes were very rare creatures, and he quickly recalled a book that he'd read at one point in the Seekers Academy – it mentioned that a phoenix, if it was one the market, would be worth at least forty five galleons – to the right customer.

 Although it was more money than he'd payed for anything, Harry knew the price to incredibly reasonable, and paid it with hardly a thought.

 The witch looked surprised that he'd had that much just in his pockets – Harry thought that she might have only been trying to put him off, wait for a customer with money to come in and ask a better price.

 He shrugged the thought away, however, she shouldn't have told him the price to be something when it was something else, at the risk of loosing a profit.

 A Seeker should not have a conscience, Harry thought as he added a galleon to the price and left before she could realise it. He shouldn't have one, but it seemed he was stuck with it, whether he wanted it or not.

 With the small phoenix in the cage held smoothly in his hand, using Wandless Magic to hide the cage from the view of passers by.

 Thinking for a moment, Harry Aparated away, heading for Hogwarts – he wanted to talk to the Headmaster, since he was hardly an expert on the subject of phoenixes, and Albus Dumbledore owned one.

 When he turned up, pleasantly refreshed by his jog across the grounds – having been careful not to jostle the small bird too much, Snape was at the door.

 "Potter," the Potions professor hissed, voice harsh and filled with hate. "What are you doing here – it is the summer holidays, after all."

 Realising that Snape was bound to think the worst, no matter what he said, Harry merely strode passed him. "A matter I will discuss with the headmaster alone," he informed his teacher.

 He didn't give Snape a chance to reply, vanishing around a corner before the startled man could do anything about it. Harry wove through the passageways of Hogwarts with a smooth grace – he knew exactly where he was going, and the shortest way to get there as well.

 "Harry!" Dumbledore exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear, though it had been only a day since they'd said farewell – Harry rolled his eyes.

 "What was it you wanted, Harry?" Dumbledore said, grinning, knowing that his student was once more having doubts as to his sanity.

 "I bought a phoenix today, thirty galleons, and I have absolutely no idea what I should be doing with it," Harry informed the Headmaster bluntly.

 Dumbledore looked at Harry's hand, which was curled gently around what appeared to be nothing at all. Harry followed the gaze and grinned when he realised that the cage was still invisible. He quickly removed the spell and offered the cage for Dumbledore's inspection.

 "Well, it's definitely young – you won't know what sex it is for a few years more. And it'll be a few months before it's ready to tell you its name."

 Harry looked at the Headmaster questioningly. "Of course, you won't know much about phoenixes – not all that much is known about them, after all, and magical creatures would have hardly been a subject of your study at the Academy. A phoenix chooses its own name when it is old enough to decide for itself. Until then, just call it phoenix or some such," Dumbledore continued with a smile.

 Harry nodded his head. "Now, when it tells you it's name, come back to me and we'll talk more then. Phoenixes will eat just about anything – just feed it off your plate until the time that you know what it likes and dislikes in the food area."

 Harry nodded his head, and lifted the cage carefully, walking back outside, using a spell to make himself invisible as well.

 As he'd thought, Snape was lurking around nearby, probably looking for him. Harry simply walked straight passed him and continued on his way out of the castle.

 Two weeks later Harry and Sirius stood on the grounds leading up to an enormous castle which Sirius had apparently inherited from one of the larger branches of his family.

 "There were a lot of people here, then," he remarked to Harry, staring up at the castle. "We can stay here for a while, but I don't think that this is the right house for us."

 "No, it's too big. We are two people with few friends who would want to be visiting – we have no need for all of this space. Though it would be for the best, I think, if we made it seem like we lived here – have this as the address for most things. We are not expected to be here all the time, so we could easily live somewhere else and keep up pretence of living here," Harry said thoughtfully, looking over the castle.

 "Now there is a good idea. There is a library here, so that will help you with the homework you have over the summer, if you need it, which, somehow, I think you won't, for most part. There is also a Quidditch pitch and stables and such, so we can spend quite a lot of time around here, just mucking around," Sirius agreed, grinning.

 "Let's have a look inside, shall we?" Harry asked, green eyes dancing, the gold sheen making them shine in the sunlight. 

 They had been astounded by the amount of things that Sirius had in his possession from his many deceased relatives – this, however, was the only house in England, and for the moment they didn't feel like going out of the country.

 They could always sell some of it, at some point in time, if they ever needed the money, which was doubtful – Sirius and Harry could live on their inheritance for five hundred years and still not be running anywhere close to dry.

 That had been another thing that they'd found out in the first two weeks – Harry's own inheritance. The safe that he'd had the key for originally had money that had been put aside for him when he grew up by his parents. Their own money, and that of the rest of Harry's family, was stored in other places.

 Once they'd found the keys for the various vaults, placed in different peoples vaults, or left with an old friend (Dumbledore had been entrusted to Harry's key, and Remus had James's hidden away in his house), they'd found that Harry was at least as rich as Sirius was.

 Together, since Sirius was Harry's legal guardian, they were the richest family in Britain, which was going to provide a lot of fun next year – the Malfoy's were only the fourth.

 Harry and Sirius were pretty much on a tie when it came to the richest person, Harry coming in just ahead of his godfather on the fourth richest person in Britain, and Sirius on the fifth.

 All in all they could have as many houses as they wanted to have, and selling any of the many properties was unnecessary for getting money.

 Looking around Black Manor, as it was named, Harry found a wealth of books, ancient sculptures, antique furniture and porcelain … it was any historians paradise.

 Hermione would love it here, Harry thought to himself, staring around the library.

 Hermione was staying with the Weasley's for the moment, rather than have to go to an orphanage or something. Since Arthur was one of the two people who were running the British Ministry of Magic, no one could complain.

 There was to be no voting until the threat of Death Eaters was completely gone, since the Ministry and the public did not want Voldemort attempting to get someone on the seat of power that he could control, but Arthur Weasley and Mundungus Fletcher were doing a fantastic job in any case.

*Sirius's POV*

 The house seemed empty now. He could remember all of the times when he had run through the corridors with James, nearly running people over – the workers, his parents, his cousins and aunts and uncles and grandparents.

 In his mind he could remember them howling at him to slow down, to walk, not run, to be polite and not slam doors.

 But now, with only him and Harry here, it was empty. Devoid of it's old life. The house elves were still around, keeping the place in working order, but no one else was there, and the house elves would never presume to yell at the master of the house.

 That had been one of the first things he checked on – the house elves. He wished that he could give them all some reward for the years of service they'd put into the house, but he knew that they would not like it much.

 Oh well … he could think of something, couldn't he? He was the master pranker of Hogwarts, the person who'd gotten the most detentions ever in Hogwarts history – he still had a trophy that Professor Dumbledore had given him when he was just leaving the school for the last time.

 He remembered it well, that trophy, where had he left it? In his old room probably. Forgetting his previous train of thought, Sirius bounded up the stairways and hurtled through the corridors like he used to, wishing there was still someone to yell at him to slow down.

 A few minutes later he skidded to a halt outside of a door with a sign on it. He remembered the time that he and James had put that sign there.

 "Sirius's Room. Intruders Will Be Prosecuted." They had been ten years old and had always wondered at the meaning of those signs whenever they saw them, so they'd made their own. James had had one, at Godric's Hollow, before.

 Entering his old room, Sirius nearly cried. Everything was the way he'd left it, cluttered, clothes all over the floor – he could remember his mother sending him a howler about that. He'd moved to the Aurors training houses, and then he'd gone to stay at Godric's Hollow, and then he'd gone to Azkaban, so they'd been that way since he'd left for his seventh year at Hogwarts.

 He shook his head with a smile for his younger self, who'd laughed the howler away, never dreaming that those clothes would stay there for so long.

 Sirius thought for a moment – should he clean this up? No. That would mean that his old life was completely gone, with no way of bringing it back.

 Sirius threw himself down on the bed that his mother must have made, sometime before she'd been killed at a party. His father had followed her to death shortly after, he had been an Auror, and Sirius sometimes wondered if he'd gone into his last fight simply so that he could die, and join the woman that he loved.

 Suddenly the door opened and Harry stepped inside. Looking around, the boy laughed. "I can well imagine this being your room, Sirius," he said, green-gold eyes dancing.

 Sirius grinned, his former mood forgotten as he bounded to his feet again, showing his godson everything that he had.

*Harry's POV*

 Sirius looked so happy, but when he'd first come in, his godfathers expression had been melancholy and almost sad.

 'He'll be remembering the times that he used to have here, kid. This place holds a lot of memories, and the majority of them are not good ones. Or at least, the good ones are stained the with tragedies that befell them later on,' his father told him.

 'Of course – I should have realised that,' Harry thought back, and allowed his godfather to show him the many odd things that had been collected here.

 Harry laughed over the trophy that Sirius had gotten from Dumbledore, and was even more amused because his father was grumbling about the fact that he should have been the one to get the trophy, but he'd been made Head Boy, and he couldn't lose the position because of his pranks, so he'd been forced to be more careful.

 'Well, you wanted to be Head Boy,' Lily informed him coolly, 'so it's your own problem.'

 Harry smiled to himself and followed Sirius out of the bedroom to wander around the house some more, Sirius and James both telling him many tales about the old place and it's previous occupants.

 Looking at his godfather, Harry decided it was a good thing that they would not be staying here permanently – being surrounded by so many memories was not good for the man.

 "Sirius, I think that we should look into finding another house very soon," he remarked. "This'll be all over the Prophet the moment they realise that we've moved here, and who knows what will happen after that's come out?"

 "True enough … I suppose we'd best get one of those Muggle newspapers …"

 "No, it's better to go to a magistrate," Harry interupted. "We'll get to see more of the place and learn something about it that way."

 "Again, true. Where is the closest of these Muggles?" Sirius asked, frowning slightly.

 "We don't want close, remember? We want to be removed from this place as much as possible," Harry said, rolling his eyes lazily.

 "So we do. London then?"
 "A good idea – we'd get the best choices of properties that way – London is the best place for shopping for a lot of things in this country," Harry replied.

 "Let's go now then, huh?" Sirius said after a moment. Harry laughed and nodded, they stepped outside and walked down to the gates, since it was impossible to Aparate on the Black Manor grounds or castle, just like at Hogwarts.

 Sirius was wearing some Muggle clothes of his fathers, and Harry some that had previously been Sirius's. The first thing on both of their minds was: find new clothes.

 An hour later and dressed more suitably, Harry in black pants, a white t-shirt and a loosely fitting black leather jacket, and Sirius in almost the same, except that his t-shirt was red. 

 They spent a good deal of that day in a magistrates office, looking over the various houses for sale, but eventually found one to their liking – a smallish house with five bedrooms, one with an unsuit, a bathroom, kitchen, living room, den and two small rooms that could be used as studies.

 It came fully furnished, which was a great benefit, and cost one hundred thousand pounds. They would go and look at the house itself the next day, and then decide for certain whether or not to buy it.

 The next afternoon they'd paid the money and were standing, suitcases in hand, in the small reception area. "Home," Sirius remarked.

 Harry stared around the room and thought, so it is. I finally have a home, not just Hogwarts.

 He and Sirius walked inside, then suddenly grinned and hurtled for the stairs to choose which bedroom they wanted. Sirius took one look at the master bedroom and backed away with an expression of horror on his face.

 He looked at Harry – "it looks like an adult's room," he whispered, looking at Harry with widened eyes. "I can't go in there!"

 Harry laughed in response to that and promptly chose the biggest of the other bedrooms.

 Sirius walked around the other rooms, but in the end, as Harry, James and Lily knew he would, he went back to the master bedroom, since all of the other rooms were too small for his liking.

 A few moments later Harry heard his godfather talking sternly to the walls in his room, though he couldn't quite hear what Sirius was saying.

 'I think that he is probably telling the room that even if he is in the room, that doesn't make him an adult, and as long as the room remembers that, they can get on just fine,' James told Harry thoughtfully.

 'Some things never change,' Lily added. 'Thankfully Sirius is one of them – even Azkaban couldn't make him incurably adult or depressed. You've done wonders for him, son.'

 Harry blushed slightly at the compliment from his mother and surveyed his knew room – the first proper room he'd ever had – the one in Privet Drive hadn't really seemed his because he couldn't do anything with it.

 Looking around, he thought about the things that he could put up in here, and the first thing was a proper bookcase so that he didn't have books on the floor to trip over.

 A seconds thought took care of that, and another brought all of his books out and lined up on the shelf. Thinking wryly that he seemed to be turning into a study-bound bookworm like Hermione was for much of the time, Harry turned his attention to his clothes, and sent them all into the wardrobe, before flopping down on his bed and staring at the ceiling for a few moments before shaking his head and digging through his trunk for the satisfaction of doing something with his hands.

 It didn't take long to find a large photo album that his friends had put together when he'd been away at Seekers Academy, showing many pictures – the majority taking by Colin Creevey – of him and his friends.

 Finding a few in which he didn't look too forced, Harry magically enlarged them and set them on the ceiling so that he could look at them when he woke up or when he was just lying in bed.

 Going back to his trunk, he found the pictures of his parents and their school time friends, sending a few of the really nice ones, including a one of Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs, in human form, which he placed on his desk.

 By this time Sirius seemed to have finished his one sided conversation with his room and had come to lean on Harry's door, staring inside as his godson unpacked things.

 He seemed to find Harry's method humorous. Harry would take an item out of his trunk, turn it around in his hands after staring at it for a few moments, and while he was playing with it, he turned around the room, staring hard at everything there, and then finally placing it somewhere.

 The first time he did this, Sirius howled with laughter, but chocked it off when Harry turned to glare at him. He continued to chuckle quietly to himself while Harry repeated the process with everything else, carefully setting his broomstick against one corner of the room.

 Harry finished and stalked out his room to go and stand at his godfathers' door, Sirius trotting along behind him, still grinning. "Ok, you get in there and unpack your things!" Harry said, laughing. The expression on his godfather's face went from amusement to horror in seconds.

 Harry smiled in a smug fashion and watched as Sirius went about the task with a dejected look on his face while Harry laughed at him in return.

 When Sirius was properly unpacked, they headed outside in Animagus forms to examine the neighbourhood. Harry kept himself carefully invisible and left Sirius to be in the public view.

 They were mainly Muggles, Harry was quick to realise, though he was fairly certain that one or two of them were wizards who would recognize Sirius Black.

 As he moved invisible through the town, he saw someone he had never thought to see again: his old baby sister, Mrs. Figg. Or rather, a person who smelt like her and looked somewhat like her, only about fifty years younger than the older woman that he knew.

 Sirius was nearby and heard Harry's soft call, though none of the humans would have. He saw Mrs. Figg and a look of absolute delight took over his canine face.

 Motioning with his head for Harry to follow, Sirius padded happily up to Mrs. Figg's side and barked softly.

 Mrs. Figg looked down at him and smiled. "Sirius, there you are! I'd been hoping that you'd turn up here soon – I've got news for you. Did you know that you are still a married man? Going to Azkaban didn't change it, and your wife is still faithful to you. She's living in America, but why don't you come back to my place with me, we can talk then," she said.

 Harry nearly lost his footing – Sirius was married? And he knew Mrs. Figg? He shook his head slightly and bounded into the air, careful not to disturb the air too much, and flew after them, watching from a height to see what was happening below him.

 Mrs. Figg entered a house and Harry saw that there were five cats sunning themselves on the porch – it seemed that this was the same woman that he had once known.

 He landed gently on the ground outside and waited for the other two to arrive. Harry made no move or sound until the door was opening, then he bounded silently forward and slipped inside without disturbing anything, Sirius knew he was there, though. He could never hide his presence completely from his godfather.

 "Well, Sirius, I believe that it is safe for you to transform here," Mrs. Figg said. Sirius did so immediately, and gestured to Harry, are you here or not? If you are, just touch my left arm, otherwise do nothing.

 Harry did nothing and waited for Sirius to make another move. "Well Arabella, it's been some time since I saw you last, a little over a year, it must be now."

 "So it is. The last I saw of you was the day my charge Mr. Potter was arrested. I wish that the Fidelius Charm hadn't needed renewing on that very day!"

 "It needs renewing?" Sirius asked, frowning.

 "Yes, every … oh, I'm not sure quite how many days it is, but every so many days the spell needs renewing – I think that it's around three hundred, so almost a year, but not quite … Dumbledore keeps track of things," Mrs. Figg said absently.

 Sirius nodded. "It must have simply been ill luck that it was one of those days," he remarked.

 "And the Ministry could have found out where he lived from someone who'd been told already," Mrs. Figg remarked "You never know, because he'd told at least his friends where he lived, and most of the Hogwarts Professors needed to be told as well …"

 "So they do…" Sirius remarked. "Who was Harry's Secret Keeper, by the way?" He added as an afterthought.

 "Oh, Dumbledore and I – it was a version of the spell that was used with Lily and James, split up for safety, in case of attack, so that someone else could get to Harry in time to get him out of the house and away," Mrs. Figg replied. "Where is Harry, by the way? I thought that he'd be with you."
 "Oh, he'll be around somewhere, exploring," Sirius replied with a shrug. "Would you like to meet him sometime?"
 "Yes, sometime that would be nice – I might come over to your house for a visit one of this days soon," Mrs. Figg replied absently. "Now, I wanted to tell you about your wife, the poor dear.

 "She fled here when you were arrested, she knew the truth, I presume, but couldn't convince the Ministry. She's been living in the United States, and I doubt that she's heard of your innocence yet … I sent her an owl a few weeks ago, but it may take her awhile to get it and reply – my poor owl is getting rather old now, I'm afraid."

 Sirius smiled at her, "is that the same one I gave your for Christmas the year after we left Hogwarts?" He asked, and laughed when she nodded. "Yes, he would be getting old now!"

 "I probably should get a new one, soon, the poor old fellow should be retired … oh well, he was a good owl, and the spell that made him live longer than normal certainly worked…" Mrs. Figg said, grinning herself.

 The talk wandered from there on, Harry just lay near the door and stared at his godfather, the only coherent thought he could form was: Sirius is married.

 'Of course he is – although I would have thought that Menolly would have wanted a divorce after Sirius was arrested," Lily remarked thoughtfully. 'Well, she did love him, and she would have realised that Sirius would never betray you, James.'

 'Yeah. She left the country – maybe that was because no one trusted her for believing Sirius was innocent and trying to prove it … it would have made her seem like a Death Eater, since she was married to someone they thought was a Death Eater,' James added thoughtfully.

 'We would have mentioned something before then if we'd known she hadn't divorced him,' Lily told Harry, 'but it never seemed all that important anyway.'

 Sirius and Arabella Figg finished their conversation, Harry heard Mrs. Figg tell Sirius that she would come over for a visit sometime in the next few days. Sirius nodded and changed form back to a dog, padding out the door with Harry at his side.

 "You could have mentioned that you were married," Harry told Sirius when they had reached their own house. "And how do you know Mrs. Figg?"

 "She was one of Lily's best friends at Hogwarts, and offered to watch over you in the guise of an old lady – she couldn't do anything much to help you, or tell you anything about the wizarding world, because you weren't supposed to know until you got your letter, but she could – and did – keep the Death Eaters from finding you."

 'Another thing you didn't think to mention mum? You knew Arabella Figg at school? You could have said she was one of your friends,' Harry thought to his mother.

 His only reply was laughter from both parents.

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Aren't I nice? No cliffie this chapter – next chapter, Menolly Black makes her appearance, more about Arabella Figg, and some Death Eaters action, since there hasn't been any for a while.

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Chapter Sixteen:

 It was three days before Arabella Figg came to see them as she'd promised to do, though Harry often saw her from a distance when he went to the shops or out for a walk.

 When she did come, it was in the middle of lunch, Harry and Sirius were seated at the table, their conversation wandering over various fields of thought, when suddenly there was a pounding on the door, which burst open before either of them could stand and Arabella Figg burst into the room, grinning from ear to ear and waving a sheaf of paper around in the air.

 Harry bounded to his feet and offered her a chair, the woman was panting to hard to speak, but still waving the paper around, as if she couldn't stop.

 Harry took it carefully out of her hand so it didn't rip and handed it to Sirius, who read it quickly, eyes darting down the paper. Suddenly a look of complete joy and surprise swept over his face and he fainted.