Disclaimer: Unfortunately I do not own anything to do with Harry Potter. JK Rowling is the lucky one. Not me. 

Comments: Erm... I had problems with a chapter name, hence the skit on HP5. Any comments are most welcome; especially advice and the chapters are not going to be as long as the first one. Lucky you. And I want to include more about the marauders, what do you think? Perhaps a diary or some other relic of the marauders. Let me know!!

Chapter 2: Back to the Noble House of Black

Harry pointed his Firebolt towards the clearing ahead, and dived, nearly losing Ron off the back of the broom.

"Harry!" said Ron furiously.

"What! Would you prefer to get caught, or get back, safely to Headquarters?" asked Harry.

Ron did not respond. He supposed his friend was right, although he was extremely annoyed at losing is broom, it wasn't even a year old.

"Hold on tight, and visualise number twelve." With that, Harry entered the Muggle area, and swerved round a tree, headed straight for number twelve. The door was shut. "Oh God!... Door!" he screamed, and instantly, the door sprang open. I hope no one is too close to the door, thought Harry.

Luckily, as they flew through the door, they found the hallway deserted. They dismounted, and looked at each other, an awkward silence between them, once again.

Harry said, "Sorry," just as Ron said "Thank you," neither of the boys heard what the other had said.

"Right, well, I think we ought to tell whoever is here, what just happened," said Harry as they walked down towards the kitchen. When they opened the door they saw no one there, to their surprise.

"Hello, is anybody about?" they asked.

"Harry, Ron," came a voice from the living room, "where's your guard?"

"Another Death Eater attack," replied Ron, as though this happened everyday. And what does he mean, another, death eater attack? Thought Harry.

"Ready? Accio Brooms!" came two voices, belonging to Fred, and George, Ron's twin brothers. Two cracks later, they were gone.

"We'll be in there in a second, hold on," said Harry, as he dragged Ron to the bottom of the stairs. "Come on," he hissed.

"What?" replied Ron, stopping dead.

"I'm really sorry about you broomstick, but you must realise that it was going to be quicker, and therefore safer if you just came with me."

"Okay, but just promise you'll never do that again."

"Fine...Hey, what do you mean? Didn't you feel safe then?"

"Are you kidding me Harry? Every single one of those Death Eaters was aiming at YOU. You were flying so fast I thought I was going to get sucked off the end of the broom!" replied Ron.

"Oh," said Harry, as realisation kicked in. "Sorry."

Instead of replying, Ron just shuck his head and headed for the door, when the front door burst open, and Lupin came in looking hot, and flustered, he was still holding his wand.

"Oh, thank God you are all right, I left as soon as I could to follow you."

"No worries, Moony, were safe and sound."

"I don't suppose anyone got my broom?" injected Ron.

"Erm... No, sorry Ron. Broomsticks can be replaced. You, on the other hand, cannot," said Lupin.

"Where is everyone? Remus, where is the rest of the guard?" came Mrs Weasley's voice. They turned and saw Ron's mum, looking worried.

"They are coming, Molly, though I think we have a few injuries."

"Again," she sighed, "No problem, I'll be in the kitchen, just send them in." She walked to the kitchen, and they heard her clattering about finding items of first aid.

Within minutes, the rest of Harry's guard arrived, all looking exhausted. All that is, except Fred and George, who came in beaming. As Harry, Ron and Lupin looked at them they quickly explained: "We've been wanting to get out on our brooms for ages, and that was our first real Order mission."

"Right, everyone who is injured is to go to Molly, she's in the kitchen. You two...three," he added as Hermione appeared again, "are to go up stairs and get Harry's stuff sorted."

"He just wants to talk about Order stuff," said Ron as the trio entered his and Harry's room.

"So what's this about the Death Eater attack?" asked Hermione. Ron immediately explained how he was freezing cold, and then how he was the first to see the Death Eater. He stopped as he got to the part where Harry told him to jump, because his broom wasn't fast enough. So Harry took up the story.

When he finished, he got up and asked whether anybody wanted some food, Ron said no, Hermione nearly replied the same way, until Harry gave her a pointed look. "Actually I am, do you mind if I come with you and choose?"

As soon as they were out of earshot of Ron, Harry asked whether what he did was the right thing.

"Of course it was the right thing to do, Harry. He was much safer with you, there is no denying it; you are the best flyer any of us have seen. You could dodge anything."

"Thanks Hermione, it's just that I felt as though I was telling him, 'I'm better, and I've got a faster broom.' You see?"

"I know what you mean, but Ron realises the truth."

"I just want to make it up to him..." an idea struck Harry as though a Bludger had hit him. "Hermione, when is Ron's birthday?"

"July ninth. Why?"

"That's in two days!" Without another word, Harry ran down the stairs, and into Mrs Weasley.

"Harry dear, are you okay?"

"Yes thank you, I just wanted to ask you something."

"Anything," she replied, fondly.

"Well, you know with the Death Eater attack, I made Ron jump off his broom, so he could come with me."

"Right... wait! What happened to his broom?"

"That's just it, it flew away. I was going to replace it for his birthday, as a surprise, when I realised that I didn't get him four years worth of presents, I did not know his birthday... Would you mind if I got him a brand new Nimbus, instead?"

"But Harry, they are really expensive; you can't give Ron something like that."

"Please, Mrs Weasley, I feel terrible that I made him lose his Cleansweep."

"Well, I suppose I can't stop you. But Harry, please consider the price, don't you spend too much."

"I won't. Thank you. Where is Moony?"

"Right behind you," came his voice. "That is a very noble thing to do, Harry. Now, I expect you want to go to Quality Quidditch Supplies?"

"Yes please."

Lupin checked his watch, "Right we have two hours before closing time. Tell Hermione to keep Ron occupied."

Within minutes Harry was taking a pinch of Floo powder to follow Lupin to Diagon Alley. Once he had fallen out of the fireplace in the Leaky Cauldron, Lupin practically dragged him to the broom shop.

"Moony, I need to go to Gringotts first; I haven't got enough money with me."

"You won't need it, large amounts, like this, can be taken out, you just need to know your vault number."

"Right." Harry moved round the shop, and seeing the Nimbus two thousand and three, he went to the counter. "Can I have one of these, please?" he asked.

"Certainly, sir, however, I ask you, Mr Potter, as you are a special customer, you having the only Firebolt I have sold, if you would like to see the new, Nimbus Two Thousand and Four. It won't be out to buy for another month, but for you, I may make an acceptation."

"Okay, but how much is it."

"Only fifteen Galleons extra."

"That's all?"

"Well, it could be that price, if I could ask a small favour... Can I put a sign saying that you have a Firebolt, in the case for the broomstick? It may improve sales."

"Okay." And Harry looked at the Nimbus, it was spectacular, it was as nice, though not quite as fast, as his Firebolt. "I'll take one."

A couple of minutes later, he was stood outside next to Lupin, who had been waiting.

"So," asked Lupin, "what did you get? And if you don't mind me asking, how much did you spend?"

"The new, Nimbus Two Thousand and Four model. Not out for a couple of months, and don't ask, but it was a bargain, only a little more than the one I was going to get."

"Ron will be overjoyed," replied Lupin. "Now lets get back, and hide it, any suggestions where?"

"I was just going to keep it under my bed," said Harry before Flooing himself to number twelve.

He landed in the living room, and once he got up, he glanced over to the wall with the tapestry on it. The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black. He took a step closer and looked ore closely, realising that it had been repaired. He looked at the bottom and saw:

Sirius Black

1964-

And Harry realised, that it had not been altered, it should have said his death day, two months ago. He made a mental note, to ask Mrs Weasley to sew the next bit in.

"Harry? Are you okay?" said Lupin, as he clambered out of the fireplace. He put his hand on Harry's shoulder, and gently turned the boy around. Tears were falling down his face, silently. He engulfed him with a hug, and Harry returned it. When they broke free Harry was shocked at seeing tears in Lupin's eyes, as well. "It's been hard for me too, none of us are left now. It's like you losing both Ron and Hermione. Believe me Harry, I know how you feel."

From that moment on, Harry felt that he could confide in Lupin, with nearly anything. Although he didn't, not knowingly at least. That evening, Harry took the advice Hermione had given him, "When I feel that everything is going wrong, I write it down. Try it Harry, it has helped me a lot." He wrote down every little thing that was bothering him. Sirius, the prophecy, his love life, and lots more besides...Everything.