Urg, that last chapter was undoubtedly the worst I have ever written, but then again, it was meant as a filler, to keep Harry out of Mungo's and he and Draco on civil terms. It wasn't meant to be a masterpiece by a long shot. But now, NOW I have something good to work with…oh the joys…J Don't mind me grinning evilly in the corner. I'll be fine…the question is…will Harry?

It was almost nine in the morning when there was a sharp rap on the Weasleys' front door, and Ron made a mad dash for it, trying to beat Fred to it. Ron reached the door well ahead of his brother and flung it open, only to be met by the fierce dark eyes of Sirius Black.

"Where's Harry?" Sirius immediately asked.

Ron momentarily panicked, realizing that he and his mother had yet to tell the rest of their family that Sirius Black wasn't guilty of supporting Voldemort. "Um, one second!" he said, and slammed the door shut, whipping around to brace it with his back. "MOM! We have a problem!"

"Well, who is it?" Mrs. Weasley demanded, rising from the couch where she had been knitting a maroon sweater.

"It's Harry's godfather!" Ron hissed in reply, trying to kick Fred away from the door as the twin tried to shove his brother out of the way.

"Sirius is here?" Harry immediately perked up at the sound of his beloved godfather's name. "Let him in!"

"Um, I would, except mum and I…uh…kinda forgot to tell everyone about him," Ron replied nervously.

"Sirius?" Fred echoed suddenly. "As in Black?"

"Yes, as in Black…Ron, let him in! You know he'll get in either way!" Mrs. Weasley commanded.

Ron swallowed noticeably and turned the doorknob with his back still towards the door, as if afraid Sirius would obliterate him for slamming the door in his face. He peeked over his shoulder and cringed at the infuriated ex-con, who was just raising his wand to blast the door apart.

"RON!" Sirius bellowed. "What is the meaning of slamming the door in my face?"

"Sirius Black!" Mrs. Weasley scolded. "Do not raise your voice in this house!"

"Yeah, that's mum's special privilege," George muttered, though he was staring goggle-eyed at Sirius.

"Sorry, ma'am, but – " Sirius was cut short when Harry darted between the Weasleys and grabbed him around the middle, hugging him as tight as he could. "I was worried about Harry." He looked down at his godson, puzzled. "Apparently wrongfully so. The owl you sent me said he was lucky to survive the night." Sirius stroked the black hair lovingly. Harry hugged him harder and Sirius coughed. "His grip doesn't seem to affected."

"We don't really know what happened…he was like we said in the letter last night, but when Ron came down this morning, he was fine." Ron scratched his head. "A little more tired than usual, though."

Sirius glanced around the room, noticing all eyes fixed on him, either in bewilderment or accusation. "Um, clarifying: I am not a Deatheater, I did not kill Pettigrew or any of those Muggles, and I was not trying to murder Harry last year."

"Glad we got that out of the way," Ron said, rubbing his hands together. "Do you know everyone?"

"By name and description."

"Good. You're just about even with me," Ron said.

"Well, come in! Don't stand in the doorway where anyone could see you!" Mrs. Weasley beckoned, shutting the door behind Sirius as he tried to walk with Harry still hugging him.

"Harry," Sirius started, "you can let go now."

"Right." Harry released his grip around his godfather and stepped back. "Sorry."

Sirius's eyes suddenly narrowed on the pale figure in the back, trying his best to stay out of the reunion. "Draco. What an Earth are you doing here?"

Draco didn't seem at all put off by the fact that Sirius Black referred to him by first name. "Family difficulties."

Sirius nodded. "Lucius know you're here?"

Draco snorted. "Hell no. This was the last place I expected to go, so I doubt he'll even consider it."

"You two know one another?" Harry asked curiously. Malfoys didn't seem the type to associate with a scruffy mass-murderer whom everyone thought was working for Lord Voldemort.

"Worse," Draco drawled. "We're related."

"His mother is my second cousin or some junk like that," Sirius waved his hand. "Never was big on genealogy."

"Your name was blasted from the rug," Draco reminded, folding his arms and smirking.

"I notice yours wasn't," Sirius snapped back.

"That's because I was always better at hiding," Draco said.

"Not to interrupt," Ron said, jumping into the argument. "But I assume from your lack of screaming 'Oh my God! Serial murderer Sirius Black! RUN!' you know he's innocent."

Draco nodded. "My father isn't as quiet as he thinks he is. I can hear him talking to Pettigrew and Macnair in the hallways loads of times. I figured if Pettigrew is alive and well, then there must be something wrong with the Ministry's version. Black's name was still erased and no one spoke of him, so I assumed he wasn't guilty of what they accused him of."

"Reasonable deduction, Watson," Harry commended. "Why do you keep playing dumb at school?"

"Because I have to uphold the family name."

"No scholars in your family?"

"Not much of anything."

An awkward silence fell as the conversation came to a dead end.

Sirius cleared his throat then looked down at his godson. "Want to explain what happened to you?"

"When?" Harry asked, not sure if he meant how he came to be here, why he was perfectly fine, or what happened at the Dursley's.

"Molly's letter said you were pretty much on your deathbed. They were going to take you to St. Mungo's."

"Oh…" Harry said. "Um. I have no idea. I woke up really tired, talked to Malfoy, fell back asleep until about an hour before you arrived."

"You woke up fine?" Sirius asked incredulously.

This time it was Draco that coughed so that all eyes turned to him. He held up a beaten up old book. "I think this is what happened. I read the chapter awhile ago and Potter's miraculous recovery reminded me of it. Accelerated self-healing, usually found in adults but can happen in pre-teens if the victim suffers from a severe trauma."

Ron blinked. "Your not as dumb as you look."

Malfoy smirked. "Thanks, Weasel."

"Do I still have to go to Hogwarts?" Harry asked. It had suddenly occurred to him just how dangerous this situation could be. Draco could be a spy for his father. Unlikely, but still…Voldemort was known for elaborate rouses. And if he wasn't, he was still in a lot of trouble, and so was everyone near him. Dumbledore had told him about the protection spells around his aunt and uncle's, but there was nothing protecting him here at the Burrow. As long as he was here, everyone was in danger of being found and killed by the Deatheaters.

"It's the safest place for you," Mr. Weasley answered. "All three of you."

"Three of us?" Draco, Sirius and Harry echoed.

"Wait, why do I have to go to Hogwarts? Voldemort isn't after me! I just have to worry about my father and I can do that well enough on my own!" Draco protested.

"And why do I have to go? I can keep hiding out as Snuffles in Hogsmeade!" Sirius complained.

"You really want to live in a dank old cave eating rats?" Harry asked pointedly.

Sirius paused. "Never mind. School food is better. Anyway, I can keep an eye on you."

"And you, Draco," Mr. Weasley pointed at the pale boy. "You might think all you have to worry about is your father, but what do you think he'll do if You-Know-Who finds out that you have been consorting with blood traitors and his worst enemy?"

Draco's face paled a little more, but he remained stubborn. "He won't."

"But what if he does?"

"I'll be fine!" Draco protested. "Besides. If my father does find out that I've been hanging around with you, where do you think the first place he's gonna look will be?"

"You'll still be better protected than out on your own," Ron said.

Draco opened his mouth to protest further but was silenced by Mrs. Weasley.

"Oh, for goodness sakes! Draco, Harry, Sirius, you're all going to Hogwarts, and that's final! No arguing! If it looks like there's going to be a problem with that arrangement once we arrive, we'll sort it out then. Satisfied?"

Draco scowled. He didn't like taking orders, and he especially didn't like being dependent on others for help. "Fine."

"Good. We'll get ready to go and we'll leave within the hour. Children, go get your things. The Burrow is no longer safe for any of us." Mrs. Weasley waved her children up the stairs.

After he was sure they were out of earshot, Draco hissed, drawing his lips back like a cat. "How do you stand being coddled like that?"

"When you've been paranoid about being murdered by one of the darkest wizards in all of history since you were eleven, you begin to get used to people looking out for you," Harry replied, smiling slightly. "Though it still gets annoying as hell at times."

"You think you have it bad? I'm thirty and they still treat me like a ten-year-old," grumbled Sirius.

"That's because you act like it," Draco and Harry said simultaneously.

"That's just plain creepy," Sirius muttered, before moving off into the kitchen to scavenge for a meal.

"By the way," Harry said, leaning closer to Draco. "If I find out that you're a spy for Voldemort, it won't be your father you have to worry about."

Draco just shook his head. "I don't doubt it."

Ok, not exactly how I planned Draco meeting Sirius, but then in the fifth book when they tell you how the Malfoy's and Sirius are related, I figured the way I had thought it out originally wouldn't work too well. Anyway. I know it's been like a year since I posted something on this, but I'm working on it! I've been caught up in college applications, assignments, mid-terms, work…ick. Busy, busy. Still, let me know what you think and if you're still interested!

Ice Queen