Harry, Hermione, and Ron were headed to the library. They hadn't even had any classes yet, and already Hermione had felt the urge to go to the library and do research. "We take our O.W.L.s this year," she had said. "We need to start studying as soon as possible." Harry had agreed only because he thought it might get his mind off what had happened at the end of last year, with Cedric's death and Voldemort's return. Ron had only gone along because he was afraid Hermione would start in on SPEW again if her mind wasn't kept on studying. When they got there, though, they were glad they had gone.

"Sirius!" Harry cried out, running over to hug his godfather. "What are you doing here? Aren't you afraid someone will call the ministry here?" Hermione asked, concerned. "Yeah!" agreed Ron. "You should be in Snuffles form. It's much safer." Sarah burst out laughing. "Snu-snu-....Snuffles? What a nickname!! With a name like that....oh..." She couldn't speak anymore. She was laughing too hard, holding her stomach, which was starting to hurt. When she finally finished, there were tears in her eyes.

"Snuffles, Miss Williams, was a code-name for use in public," Sirius said tersely. He was on the verge of hexing the young librarian, even if she WAS Harry's cousin. "As for the questions from you three," he said, turning to his godson and his friends, "I'm a free man. Snape turned anonymous tipster yesterday, and they caught Wormtail this morning." Harry gave a victory whoop. "That means I can come live with you!" Sirius shook his head sadly. "I'm sorry, Harry. Dumbledore said the protection spell only works with a blood relative."

"Great. Another summer of the Dursleys..." Harry sighed. Now Sarah stepped in. "Nope. I've already taken care of that, Harry. I doubt you'd want to stick around them even if you liked them. They've recently taken a dip in the Bog of Eternal Stench. The smell will never come off. Besides, you'll be staying with me when the school year ends." Harry, Ron, and Hermione just stared. Sirius cleared his throat. "It seems, Harry, that your mother had another half-sister, Linda, and Sarah here is your cousin." Sarah nodded. "And if you want, Sirius...Sirius can stay with us."

"Really?" Harry asked. Sirius raised an eyebrow. "Unusually kind of you, Miss Williams, considering we were at eachothers throats just before Harry and his friends walked in." "We called a truce, Black. Don't make me change my mind about offering to let you stay with me and Harry." "You know, if we're going to make this work, shouldn't we atleast be on a first-name basis?" Sirius asked. Sarah sighed. Frustrating as this man was, he had a point. "Fine, Sirius." The wizard nodded. "Thank you, Sarah. That's much more reasonable."

Harry, Hermione, and Ron looked at eachother. The three fifteen-year-olds were also wondering what would happen. "You two bicker like an old married couple," Ron stated, snickering. Harry, Hermione, Sirius, and Sarah just stared. Then Sarah started laughing, then Sirius, then Harry, then Hermione and finally Ron joined in. The comment had definately relieved a bit of tension.