Harry woke up late the next morning. Reaching over to get his glasses, Harry noticed Ron's bead was empty. "Hm, must be late," Harry thought to himself as he put his glasses on. As he rolled over onto his back again, he saw something he thought he never would. Then he blinked once, and promplty fainted. "Oops.." said the person who had caused such a reaction. "MOONY!" he yelled towards the open door. Moony was the school name of Remus, given to him by his friends. Sirius is Padfoot, James Potter was Prongs, and Peter Pettigrew, the traitor that got James and his wife Lily killed and Sirius sent to Azkaban for 12 years, was Wormtail.
"Yes?" Remus replied as he walked in. "Oh, I had a feeling this might happen, Paddy, didn't I warn you?" He asked with a smirk.
"Paddy" grumbled "I hate that name and you know it Remus. Now, since you know damn well I don't have my wand with me, would you please revive my godson!" Remus nodded, and with a quick Ennervate!, Harry was once again awake and staring into the gray, amused eyes of his godfather, Sirius Black.
Harry was at a loss for words, so Remus jumped in. "Harry, it's a long story...er, where should we begin, Sirius?"
"How about with, lets see, the beginning," Sirius said with a smirk. "When I went through the veil, I was surrounded by a white light. When it subsided, I must've been in Heaven. I saw James and Lily, Harry. They told me that I didn't die in a way that was proper or something like that, something about me not being truly dead. The arch dosen't kill, it merely sends one to heaven. Therefore, I had a choice. I could stay there, or I could come back here. I think the rest explains itself"
Harry blinked a few times, then grabbed his wand. "Why should I believe you? You could be one of Voldemort's tricks!" Harry yelled.
Sirius looked extremely upset at this, but he had to admit the boy had a point. "Ok, Harry. Please Harry, ask me any question only the real me- the real Sirius- would know."
Harry thought for a moment, before replying, "What was the Postscript on the very first letter you ever sent me?"
Sirius said, "Lets see, I sent you several letters when you were a baby, but you probably don't remember those. I'm guessing the one you're referring to would be the one I sent at the end of your third year, yes? Ok, it said something like "Since it is my fault your friend Ron no longer has a rat, he should keep the owl" which he later named Pig and is right now twittering happily in the cage behind me."
What happened next, neither Sirius nor Remus was prepared for. Harry slowly set down his wand, turned back to Sirius, and with a strength no one expected the boy to have, tackled Sirius to the floor in a monster hug that he didn't let up for at least 10 minutes, during which he kept muttering something that was too muffled in Sirius's robes to understand. When he released his godfather, he saw that the rest of the household had come up and watched, alerted by the loud thump of Sirius hitting the ground. All of them knew of Sirius; Ron, Hermionie, and Ginny having only been told that morning.
They all went down to breakfast, Harry still in a daze. He had never dreamed that this could happen, but it did. He was so happy to have Sirius back, he didn't notice what he was eating. All he could think of was the fact that he was no longer alone in life. He suddenly had hope, hope that he could defeat Voldemort. After breakfast, Sirius led him to the drawing room, followed by Remus. They all sat down and began to talk.
"Harry, I heard what you told Remus last night. I wanted to say that I had no idea you blamed yourself. We were going to tell you on your birthday, in a week, but upon seeing how you were so upset I decided to not wait. Now, I want to know why in the HELL you even considered the fact it could POSSIBLY be your fault."
Harry looked at him increduliously. "Are you KIDDING?" he yelled. "Lets see. if I had studied Occlumecy harder, you wouldn't have died. If I had used the mirror, you wouldn't have died. If I hadn't believed Kreacher, you wouldn't have died. I could go on and on..."
Sirius took Harry in a hug, "I'm sorry, Harry. Just know I don't blame you. Please, don't blame yourself."
Harry replied, "I had almost gotten where I didn't. But then I had this nightmare..." he broke off. Remus looked at him, then pulled something out from under his chair.
"Harry, this is a Pensive," he began, "if you want, you can show us the dream and we can try to help you with it. If you want to, it must be your choice." Harry looked doubtful, but at the adults' expectant gazes, he grudgingly pulled out his wand and put his memory of the previous night's dream into the pensive. Remus and Sirius dove in together and came up a few minutes later looking shaken.
"Oh, Harry. You know I would never, ever, EVER say that!" Sirius said, on the verge of tears himself.
"Yes, I know that, but my subconcious dosen't, apparently," Harry remarked bitterly. However, hearing the real, live Sirius claming he didn't blame Harry must have done something for the boy, because at that moment he felt a tremendous weight lifted off his shoulders. He took one look at Sirius and again began to cry, but this time it was tears of joy that streamed down his face. "Oh, Sirius, I never thought I'd see you again! I missed you so much! Why the hell did you come to the Ministry, even if you had lived you could've been shipped back to Azkaban, or worse!" Harry yelled, letting out his frustrations.
Sirius looked shocked. "Harry, I don't care as long as I can protect you. For you, I'll suffer anything. Do you understand me, Harry?"
Harry nodded. He felt lighter, somehow. He now had the confidence he needed to move on.

Well, that's another chapter done! I understand Harry's a litte wishy-washy, but come on, someone just came back from the friggin dead!