Disclaimer: Owning nothing

Title: Feeling Awkward Yet

Chapter: Not Yet

A/N: Okay, if you haven't read my revised chapter one, do so if you want to read this chapter. Trust me, it's really short. I think I should have called it prologue it's so short.

Oh, and I want to make Arabella a witch. Sorry if you're against that.

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Harry woke up with a throbbing head. What had happened? Oh, that's right, the Sirius Black newspaper thing. Why had everything gone black? Unless…

"Finally," the voice of Sirius Black sighed who was sitting by whatever bed Harry was using.

"What-?" Harry asked confused looking around the familiar room. This was Mrs. Figg's house.

"Are you okay?" Black asked sincerely. Harry sat up abruptly but regretted doing so because the back of his head throbbed badly.

"Sort of," Harry replied rubbing his hand on the back of his head. "Wait, how'd I get here?" he asked.

"Well," Black started. "First thing, you…er…passed out. I don't know why, but I guess it was all kind of sudden. Then I brought you to Arabella Figg's."

Black's gaze turned serious. "Harry, what I'm going to tell you something that you might not believe at first until I show you.

"You know in that newspaper, how it said that they snapped my wand? Well, you have to believe me on this. Harry, I want to put this out straight: you're a wizard. Well, at least I don't think you're a squib. The point is, there is magic in the world, and only muggles can't see it.

"You're famous. For something that happened to you when you were only a year old. Everyone in the magic world knows your name."

Harry was puzzled. He was famous? "What did I do?" he asked curiously.

"You see Harry, you know that there are good people and some bad people in the world, right?" Harry nodded. "Well, there are good and bad wizards also. Now, there was once an especially bad wizard, positively evil. His name was Lord Voldemort. And I suggest you don't go saying his name in front of everyone you meet, many people are frightened of his name. Well, he hated muggleborns and muggles. If you didn't catch that muggles are non-magic people like your aunt and uncle for instance, and a muggleborn is a witch or wizard born to a muggle family.

"Anyhow, considering the fact that the Dark Lord was a muggleborn himself. Not a lot of people know that. Now, there are three Unforgivable Curses," Black had started putting down fingers as he went, "The Imperius Curse, the Cruciatus Curse, and the Killing Curse. The Killing Curse has never, ever, been blocked before. For Voldemort it was quick and easy."

Black looked puzzled as well for a moment. "Except you. You are the only one in history that has ever survived. (Don't look at me like I'm crazy, Harry Potter!) But I think it may have something to do with the prophesy-"

And at that moment man came gliding in through the door and was obviously surprised to see the two together. "Don't get too attached yet," the man stated. "If Dumbledore thinks that Harry should stay with the Dursleys then that's where he has to stay."

Black sighed. "Gee, Moony. We were having a conversation, if you don't mind," he said with mock annoyance.

"Yeah, well. Hi Harry, I'm Remus Lupin another one of your father's friends," he introduced himself. Remus Lupin held out his hand for Harry to shake. He hesitated but then shook.

"So," said Lupin, "Where are you in explanation?"

"We were, before you rudely interrupted, on the prophecy," answered Black while rolling his eyes.

"That far already?"

Black looked at Harry and Lupin and gave a crooked smile. "I've skipped around," he answered.

Lupin was gazing intently on Harry. The-Boy-Who-Lived noticed this and blushed. Lupin shook his head away and said, "Sorry. It's just you look so much like your father."

Harry's blush deepened.

"Harry, trust me, you'll be getting that a lot from people," Black smirked. He separated Harry's bangs and pointed to his forehead. "And if I were I'd flatten those bangs if I were you. I doubt you want to draw too much attention to your self."

Harry nodded. "Is that where er-Voldemort-?"

Black looked eager for the conversation to end. But Lupin had other ideas.

"So, do you remember anything at all?" he asked curiously. Harry racked his brain for a moment.

"Well, I remember a lot of green light. And," there was something that he remembered; it was awful, "laughter. Horrible laughter."

Black and Lupin winced slightly. But Black's face lightened up when Harry said, "And a flying motorcycle. Actually I have dreams about that."

"That was my motorcycle. Of course until I gave it to Hagrid to take you to the Dursleys. ­But don't get the idea that I wanted you to go to the Dursleys," Black added hastily after a sour look from Harry. He suddenly clapped his hands together. "Well! I should think you should know the great things about the wizarding world. Good things I mean."

"Like getting a wand," Lupin put in.

"Or going to Hogwarts," Sirius suggested.

"Diagon Ally-"

"Chocolate Frogs-"

"Owl post-"

"Quidditch, oi, I can't believe I didn't think of that one earlier-"

"O.W.Ls-"

"Why would he want to take the O.W.Ls?" Black paused to ask. Lupin thought. "Didn't you?"

Black snorted. "No," he said. Lupin rolled his eyes. Black turned his attention back to Harry. "And, of course, the best ever pranks."

Lupin rolled his eyes again. "You and James were always obsessed with pranks. But it seemed when James became Head Boy I guess it matured him somewhat. And when he started going out with Lily."

Harry smiled. He liked it when he heard of his parents. It sounded as if his father was a real prankster. (A/N: that would be an understatement.)

Sirius stood up and said, "I'll be right back. There's something I need to do," before he moved gracefully out the door. Harry and Lupin stared after the man.

The two listened. "Hey 'Bella," they heard Sirius say to Mrs. Figg.

"Sirius, what are doing? Don't touch that!" a young woman's voice came from the kitchen. A crash alerted Harry and Lupin that something fragile had broken.

"I didn't do, 'Bella! Honest!" Sirius's voice came loudly. His voice sounded like he was quite amused by whatever had broken.

"Of course! Your hand just came out of nowhere!" the young woman said.

"But-"

"OUT OF THIS KITCHEN! PRONTO! HOP TO IT! OUT, OUT, OUT!" the woman's voice sounded very impatient. Sirius scuttled from the kitchen to the room that Harry and Remus occupied.

He whistled. "Boy, does she have a temper."

Harry was confused. "Was that-?"

"Arabella Figg. I'm sure you've met her as a muggle. Except the fact that she's a witch and a lot younger. She's about twenty-eight. And ho-o-ow!" Sirius pouted as Remus swatted his arm.

"Really! I was planning on asking her out!" Sirius told Remus who rolled his eyes slightly. "You know, Moony, you should try that blonde at the ministry. She looked like she wouldn't care about the truth."

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A/N: Nope. There won't be any SLASH! N/Slash. I'm sorry to all of you who like it but I cannot tolerate slash. Not that slash is bad or anything, I just don't care for it.

And as for the Arabella Figg thing, well, I'm going to make her a Metamorphamagus, (Is that how you spell it?) like Tonks.

And I'm going to really try on the humor thing.