"So. why?" Harry sat at the small kitchen table facing the now human form of his godfather, Sirius Black, looking at him inquisitively. Sirius sighed uncomfortably and shifted his weight back further in the chair, looking at his sixteen year old godson nervously. "Harry. there are certain things. oh good grief. Harry, I had something I had to do, and I couldn't be there for the second half of the fight. Tonks stepped in, and I left." Harry looked at him, still confused beyond belief. "I don't understand, I saw you-as Tonks- there that night. you were there!!" Sirius put a rough hand to his own forehead, trying to relieve the headache he knew was going to result from this difficult conversation. "Harry, I'm here, alright? Can that just be enough for right now? Things are. complicated." He looked at his godson with a mixed gaze of hopefulness, angst, and frustration. Harry sighed, shrugged, and stood up. "Alright, I s'pose, but tell me this- why now? Why did you wait so long to tell me you were alive?" Sirius sighed in reply, and stood up as well, turning towards the stove where he was boiling several eggs. "You were being watched." Harry's eyebrows raised, and he walked towards his godfather and stopped a few inches from him. "By who, exactly?" Sirius stayed facing away from Harry, almost as if hiding his face for fear of his godson seeing his expression, and he spoke. but in a voice not his own. "Voldemort." Harry dropped the glass he held in his hands, a searing pain shooting across his forehead, as his godfather turned slowly around to reveal his changed face. the face, of Lord Voldemort himself.

A/N: Sorry to leave you all hanging again!! I am in web design class currently and I can't type anymore here, bell's about to ring in a few. but I'll write loads more when I get home, alright? Check back in tonite or tomorrow!!