Thank you to all the people who have reviewed! I really appreciate it! I don't know whether to make this a long fic or just a short one with about three chapters or so. I've already written a short version, but I think I might want to make it a bit longer. What do you guys think?

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But as soon as Harry landed back on solid ground his thoughts came back again like a huge hit. He was there. Number twelve Grimmauld Place, Sirius's old home. This maybe wasn't such a good idea. Just looking at the house made Harry so overcome with emotion he was forced to turn away.

"I know what you are going through." Said Lupin sadly as he watched Harry. "It took me a while to go into the house. I just couldn't face it at first."

"I … I don't know if I can go in there." Harry said weakly.

"It's ok. I sat right here for hours before even setting foot inside the house." Lupin said, pointing to the wall outside number twelve.

Harry looked gloomily at the wall and slowly sat down, he would sit there until he is ready to finally go in, but it was too soon now, Harry felt.

Lupin smiled and said, "I'll give you some space for now."

Two hours later Harry was still sitting on the wall outside of the house. He was beginning to shiver, although it really had nothing to do with the weather and everything to do with his thoughts of Sirius. He had to go in sooner or later, Lupin might worry.  

He took a deep breath and slowly walked up to the front door. He tapped it with his wand and heard the familiar sounds of all the locks clicking. The door opened with a creak and Harry took a small step in.

Harry took a sharp intake of breath. He expected to see the house just as it was a year ago, but it was totally different. The walls had been stripped. The floors were bare. Harry looked around for a minute. Even Mrs Black was missing, her curtain was gone and there was a huge black gauge in the wall where she used to hang. It all looked so different.

Harry ventured downstairs to the kitchen to find Lupin sitting at a new table sipping a cup of tea.

"Ah." Exclaimed Lupin as he looked up and saw Harry. "I thought I heard you come in. Are you ok Harry?"

"I will be." Said Harry, hearing his own voice shake as he spoke "I just need to get used to this place again."

"I stripped the first two floors of everything. I thought it would upset everybody if they came round and saw it how it used to be. It upset me. Even though he hated this house, it still reminded me of Sirius …" Lupin broke off.

Harry felt sorry for Lupin, he said sympathetically "It must had been hard for you, coming back here right after … right after it … happened."

"It wasn't nice, but I got to work on it straight away. It was better, it kept me busy." Lupin explained. "Are you hungry at all Harry?" Harry had the feeling that Lupin didn't really feel like talking about anything close to Sirius right now.

"No I'm … I might just go straight to bed actually." Said Harry, suddenly feeling exhausted.

"Yeah of course, I've put your things in the first bedroom on the third floor."

"Thank you," said Harry "Erm … well … goodnight."

"Goodnight."

Harry made his way up two flights of stairs. Even all of the house elf heads had gone from the walls. That reminded Harry of something, what about Kreacher?  He would ask Lupin in the morning.

As Harry reached the top of the staircase his heart began to pump uncomfortably. It was exactly the same as he remembered, the he remembered what Lupin said; "I stripped the first two floors of everything". He must not have reached the last floor.