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* Conversations*

Harry shook the hair out of his eyes, "I didn't ask for this you know," he said looking at Sirius.

"I know." Sirius sighed.

"You know last night people came up to me and asked me where 'You Know Who' was and what we were doing to stop him? Like I had all the answers! And others were glaring at me like I shouldn't have been there, like they expected me to be off fighting with Voldemort while they had fun!" Harry ran his hand through his hair, "I didn't want this, it just happened. My parents died to save my life and I can't even avenge their deaths."

"Well I couldn't either, and God knows I tried."

Harry raised his eyebrows, "Do you even believe in God?"

"With all my heart," Sirius nodded. "There's no way I stayed alive in Azkaban for twelve years all by myself." Sirius saw Harry's eyes light up, the smile didn't reach his lips, but Sirius knew it was there. "Did you know that muggles think magic is a dark power?"

"Yeah, they used to think they were burning people at the stake."

Sirius nodded, "They no longer actively search for witches or wizards, but they still believe that magic is a power that comes from Satan. They fight their own evils and have no idea that we are fighting to protect them and ourselves."

"That's depressing." Harry murmured, "We're fighting against the same thing and they don't even believe it."

Sirius shrugged, "Most of them don't believe in us anyway."

"Little kids pretend to be magic, or at least they did when I was little. They seem to grow out of that though." Harry shivered again.

"Are you still cold?"

"Just a little bit, my head is pounding though."

Sirius felt Harry's forehead. He was still warm, but his skin wasn't as clammy anymore. "You should go back to bed for a while." "I was unconscious for a few hours, I feel pretty rested Sirius. I'm kinda hungry though."

Sirius nodded, getting up from Harry's bed. "I'm going to go find Remus, he seemed."

"Mad?" Harry asked, smiling slightly.

"Mhmm," Sirius nodded, "Its not funny."

"I know, but he never gets mad. It amusing when he does," Harry explained.

Sirius raised his eyebrows "It scares me, I find it very unnerving."

Harry laughed, "I'll be down after I get a shower."

* * *

"He's fine. He's outside swimming right now." Sirius spoke bent over the fireplace in the living room. The fireplace was a mode of transportation for the magical community.

They could travel through a fireplace with floo powder, but currently Albus Dumbledore's head was the only thing floating in Sirius's fireplace. Dumbledore's head nodded, his long white hair and beard being licked by flames. "I read the paper this morning and thought that I should check in."

Sirius was leaning on the mantle, "It knocked him out, I'm not sure how long, but his fever is completely gone now. It took him a good three hours to get warm again though. Albus, he said it hurt more, a lot more. This has never happened before."

"I believe that is because Voldemort attacked muggles. A large crowed of muggles that didn't even know he exists. They were more surprised, they're fear was more than any wizard's would be. I believe that is why Harry felt considerably more pain."

Sirius sighed, "I know it hurt him, but you know Harry, he'd never admit it."

Dumbledore chuckled, "Like godfather like godson."

Sirius smiled awkwardly, it was a nice compliment though Harry wasn't his son. "He's so much like James."

"He's a mixture of both of you, which, come to think of it, might not be a good thing." Dumbledore joked, his eyes twinkling.

"Sirius, who are you - Oh, Hello Albus." Remus greeted, entering the living room. Sirius turned back to Dumbledore, "Well, maybe the amount of Lily in him makes up for the combination of James and I." Remus snorted, "Any amount of Lily more than makes up for you and James." Dumbledore laughed. "I'm still not sure why she ever married James." Remus shook his head, though he appeared to be reliving a happy thought.

"They were quite cute together though." Dumbledore smiled, also remembering happier times.

"Who was cute together?" Harry asked, stepping into the room fully clothed and dry except for his hair.

"Your parents." Sirius answered without thinking.

"Oh, okay." Harry shrugged. He couldn't even remember seeing his parents except in pictures.

Remus gave Harry a sympathetic smile ruffling his wet hair.

"Well I must be off, I have a meeting with Severus soon," said Dumbledore.

"Have fun with that." Sirius said sarcastically.

"Now there's a professor I won't miss." Harry mumbled just loud enough for everyone to hear.

"I told you. Like godfather, like godson." Dumbledore shook his head before it disappeared from the fireplace.

"Was that anything important?" Harry questioned.

"He was just asking if you were okay."

"Oh," Harry shrugged, thinking it was information on Voldemort.

"Important enough." Sirius said pointing his wand at Harry.

"Sirius what are you doing?" Harry asked, slowly backing away from his godfather.

"I was going to dry your hair." He said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"No!" Harry exclaimed, clamping his arms over his head.

"Why not?" asked a bewildered Sirius. Remus watched with amusement.

"My hair dries better naturally."

"Magic is natural for us." Sirius said lowering his wand.

"My hair dries better in the air, it doesn't go as crazy." Harry stated.

Sirius shrugged, putting his wand back in his pocket "If you say so."

"Did Dumbledore say 'like godfather, like godson'?" taking his hands off his head and trying to smooth his hair.

"Yeah," Sirius smiled, "apparently we're alike."

"Imagine that!" Harry joked sarcastically. Sirius rolled his eyes.

"So what are you up to today?" Remus asked Harry.

"I thought I'd go to Diagon alley, wander around a bit." Harry answered.

"Alone?" Sirius questioned.

"Yes alone! I'm eighteen years old, I can go to Diagon Alley by myself. It only takes half a second to get there."

"Fine," Sirius said, "Have fun. I have to go say hi to my tropical fish for Dumbledore." Albus loved to tease Sirius about having fish in his pool.

"I'll be back around supper," said Harry as he walked out the front door, "Bye." "Remus, do you think he'll be okay?"

Remus nodded, "You're too overprotective. It's Diagon Alley, nice and friendly with lots of sun. I think he just wants to go to get lost in the crowd."

* * *

Harry apparated to the Leaky Cauldron, a pub and hotel of sorts. One entrance led to muggle London, the other led to Diagon alley, completely hidden from the muggle world. Harry slipped through the pub's dining room, barely noticed and out through the back door to Diagon alley. There were hundreds of people bustling about, on summer vacation or a lunch break. Diagon alley was quite beautiful. The main walkway was cobblestone, winding back and forth until it stopped in front of Gringott's Wizarding Bank. Gringott's was a huge white marble building situated at the very end of Diagon alley. It was both intimidating and beautiful. Harry wandered through the crowd looking into the quaint little shop windows as he passed. Everyone seemed far too busy with other things to notice Harry, for which he was grateful.

Harry walked into Quality Quidditch Supplies, looking around. He didn't need any quidditch supplies; he just liked looking around the store. The owners had become accustomed to his frequent visits and greeted Harry with a warm smile. He was just leaving to get something to eat when he ran into someone passing by. "Oh sorry - " Harry started, turning around, "Draco." He finished coldly upon seeing who he had run into.

"Watch where you're going Potter. You'd think those glasses would keep you from running into people." Draco sneered. "We're not all as carefree as you."

"And I suppose you have somewhere to be?" questioned Harry.

"Yes, not that it's any of your business." Draco snapped, straightening his black robes. He had turned to walk away again but Harry interrupted him.

"Doing errands for Daddy again?" It was well known that Draco was often sent to do something for his father. He had always insisted that it was important and private, but Harry had always doubted that.

"Watch yourself Potter." Draco warned walking away into the crowd.

"I will Malfoy." Harry answered. Draco Malfoy was the son of Lucius Malfoy, a death eater, though few people knew it. Sirius and Remus would have had him put in Azkaban for it ages ago, but there was no evidence to prove such an accusation. He watched Draco fade away into the crowd. "I'll prove it Malfoy," He muttered to himself, "and your father will go to Azkaban like he deserves." Harry stood still, thinking. Lucius Malfoy was guilty of being in league with Voldemort, but for Draco to lose his father to Azkaban.Harry shook the thoughts from his head. Draco was old enough to know what he was getting involved in. Harry sighed. He realized that worrying about the feelings of dark wizards wouldn't help anything, but Draco was the same age as he was. His stomach growled and Harry turned his back on the retreating form of Draco to find some lunch.