"Brilliant! Hogsmeade weekend!" Ron said. "Should we spend it at the Three Broomsticks, or the candy store? (A/N I can't remember the name of the store)"

Harry shook his head. "I'm spending it with Cho. She's meeting me there. We agreed to meet on all the Hogsmeade weekends. Sorry, mate. Why don't you ask Hermione?"

He shrugged. "She wouldn't want to go."

Harry rolled his eyes. "You don't know that. Now ask her, or shut up." He laughed. "Besides, I think Hermione has a thing for you."

"I do?" Came Hermione's voice from behind the.

"Err- Hello Herm." Ron turned red.

"Don't mind him. I was just making fun of him. I'll see you guys later, I'm going to write a letter to Cho, to tell her about the Hogsmeade weekend."

He walked to the stairs. As he got there, he looked over his shoulder and saw Hermione looking at Ron skeptically. He chuckled. "She doesn't believe him. He was right."

He jogged up the stairs to write to Cho.

Four days later, he was laughing as he watched Ron obsess over what he would wear to impress Hermione.

"Ron, how the hell would I know what you should wear? I usually put on clothing, usually some that is appropriate to the weather." He laughed.

Ron groaned. "Fine. But if anything goes wrong, it's your fault." He pointed at Harry.

"Even if you do something stupid?" Harry asked, stepping back, away from Ron's reach, before he could answer.

"C'mon, we're going to be late."

They ran down the stairs to the common room, where Hermione was waiting.

"Goodness, you two are slower than snails." She shook her head.

"Ron's fault. He didn't know what to wear."

Ron blushed. "You're trying to make my life miserable, aren't you?"

"Yep." Harry laughed, as they walked to the gate of Hogsmeade.

"I'll see you two later, okay?" Harry said, turning away from them, so not to interfere with their date.

"Well, well. Potter is all by his lonesome so Weasel and Mudblood can go on a date?" Came Malfoy's voice from behind Harry.

"Actually, I have a date." Harry said. "I'm meeting her here."

Malfoy looked slightly angry, but didn't say anything about it. "You? You have a date? With who? One of the house elves?" He laughed. Crabbe and Goyle behind him also chuckled.

"No, with me." Cho walked up and held Harry's hand. "C'mon, let's go to Madam Malkin's." She kissed him on the cheek. Harry glanced behind him when they got to the coffee shop, and saw Malfoy, still bright red with anger, storming off towards the candy shop.

"How have you been?" Harry asked her, as they sat down at a table.

"Good. Better now." She smiled. "I missed you."

They talked for a while, sipping their coffees slowly.

After what seemed like to short a day, Harry and Cho said their goodbyes.

"I love you, Cho." Harry said, as he kissed her.

"I love you too." She smiled. "I'm not usually one for public displays of affection, but I think I'll forget about that."

She kissed him back. They stood there for a moment, hand in hand.

"Bye, Cho." Harry said, kissing her one more time. He stood there, watching, as she apparated back to Grimmauld Place.

Harry took a short cut through the nearest alley, which he had learned from Fred and George, was the quickest way back to the school entrance.

"Seems like you've got a girlfriend, eh Harry?" A voice said.

Harry spun around. There was no one behind him. "Who said that?" He asked.

"Don't recognize me, Harry? It has been a long time."

Harry gripped his wand in his pocket. Who ever this was, Harry was ready for him.

"Show yourself." Harry said.

"I can't." Came the voice. "I can't risk someone seeing me. Now, please stop circling, it looks suspicious. And stop yelling, too. Both things that draw far too much attention."

Harry, not knowing why, obeyed. There was something comforting about the voice. Something that said he knew him. "Much better. I didn't think I'd get to meet you here, I just thought I'd have to owl you. I never could catch you on your own. But this works much better."

Harry peered into the dark shadows of the alley. He could see the form of a man standing in them.

"Tell me who you are. And you can't do anything to me, people are expecting me in a few moments."

He laughed. "No they aren't Harry. The only people here who would expect you are Ron or Hermione. And they looked plenty content without you."

Harry stepped closer to the man.

"Fine." He sighed. "It's me."

He stepped out just far enough for Harry to see him, but not far enough for anyone outside of the alley.

"It's good to see you again."

Harry looked up at the man's face. Sirius was looking back at him.

"Sirius!" Harry exclaimed. He was about to leap forward and hug him, but he held himself back.

"Tell me something only you or me would know." He said, gripping his wand still.

Sirius sighed. "I don't know what only you or me would know. My animagus is a black dog, my best friends were named Prongs, Moony, and Wormtail. I was accused of murdering Wormtail, but he's still alive. My friends animagi were a stag and a rat, and Lupin is a werewolf. The only people who knew I was innocent were your friends, most of the Weasley clan, and a few of the Hogwarts staff."

Harry sighed and leapt forward to hug him.

"Well," he laughed. "I guess I did a good enough job."

Harry felt like he was going to cry. "I have to go back to school. Does anyone else know about you being here?"

Sirius shook his head. "We could probably tell Dumbledore, maybe he would let us use his office to talk."

Harry hugged him again. "I'm sure he'll agree. I'll ask him tonight. Where can I send a letter to?" He asked.

"I'm between residences at the time." He grinned. "You don't happen to have any food with you, do you?"

Harry shook his head. "I'm sorry, I never got to go to the candy store."

Sirius sighed and hugged Harry again. "Goodbye, Harry." Harry jogged back to the entrance to the school. He turned around when he got to the gate, but Sirius was gone.

That night, Harry went to look for Dumbledore. As Head Boy, he knew the password to Dumbledore's office, so he checked there first.

He knocked on the door. "Come in, Harry." Came Dumbledore's voice.

"Good evening, Professor." Harry said, wondering how he knew he was coming. That's when he noticed that Sirius was sitting in a chair on the other side of the room.

"Good night, Mr. Black, Harry. Please be back to the Gryffindor tower by curfew, Harry." He walked out of the room swiftly, leaving Harry and Sirius alone.

"Why didn't you tell me you were alive? It's been a year and a half!" Harry demanded.

Sirius' dark eyes looked empty, like they had when he had just gotten out of Azkaban. "I wasn't alive." He said. "I was dead. I came back because I was not done."

Harry looked at him, confused.

"I died before I was finished with life. I still have some part to play. I was not meant to die."

Harry's outlook brightened, but he was sceptical. "Does that mean my parents can come back?" He asked.

Sirius shook his head, frowning. "No. Your parents did their part. They were meant to have you, they did what they had to do. I don't know what I still have to do, but there's something."

Harry nodded slowly. He should've known, there was no hope. There was never any hope.

"So, Harry. I want to know about you! What has happened in the last while?"

Harry took a deep breath and explained his sixth year to Sirius. He seemed very impressed.

"Wow. A teacher, a leader, and Head Boy. Now all you need is Quiddich Captain." He laughed.

Harry smiled. He was so happy. There had been something empty in him when Sirius had died, some void he couldn't fill. Now, his heart was full, exactly the way it was supposed to be.

"Sirius, now that you're back, what is going to happen? I mean, the Ministry thinks you are dead. That means you aren't being chased. You can live a normal life, right?"

Sirius shook his head. "They only know that by your word, and the word of your friends. If they see me, they'll just be back on me."

Harry nodded, sighing. "I might be able to do something about that. I told Cho about you, and she is Ministry Assistant. She has a lot of leeway."

Sirius smiled. "Thanks. So tell me. What's it like, having Moony as a teacher again?"

Harry grinned. "Great. It's fun, I know almost every single spell we learn, I don't have much work to do. Are you going to go back to Grimmauld Place? There are only a few people living there. Since Lupin is here, it's just Moody, Tonks, Cho, and anyone who comes to visit them."

Sirius smiled. "I should go. It's almost your curfew, I don't want you to get in trouble. I can't go to Grimmauld Place yet, no one there knows I'm here. Dumbledore said I can stay here, in his office, until I talk to Moody. I can't let too many people know. Please, don't tell anyone, not even Ron. It's confusing, he wouldn't understand. I only want you, and Dumbledore to know for now, alright?"

Harry nodded. "Good night, Sirius. Can I come by tomorrow, or something?"

Sirius nodded. "Goodnight, Harry."

Harry hugged him again. "By the way, do you know anyone by the name of Gregory Black? He seemed so familiar, and Cho's seen him around a few times."

Sirius laughed. "That was me."

Harry looked up.

"Remember I said I couldn't catch you on your own? Well, I was using an advanced form of Polyjuice Potion, it's actually a spell, and it allows you to choose the features. Anyway, I was following you, trying to find a good time to tell you. When I couldn't get a hold of you, I followed Cho, knowing that she would meet you for a Hogsmeade weekend. I'm sorry I couldn't talk to you sooner."

Harry nodded and walked back to Gryffindor tower.

"Hello Harry. Talking to Sirius, I presume?" Lupin smiled.

Harry jolted. "How did you know, Professor?" He asked.

"Dumbledore told me. Good night, Harry." He walked away, and Harry kept walking to the Gryffindor tower.

"Hey, Ron, Hermione." He said when he got there. "What's up?"

"Nothing much. More homework than I can possibly do, but nothing else. What about you? Where were you?"

Harry smiled. "I was talking to Dumbledore. Nothing much." He sat down beside them. "God, I'm exhausted."

He wanted to tell them so badly, but he couldn't. He had to get out of there, he had to stop himself from telling them. "I'm going to bed, I'll see you two tomorrow." He walked upstairs and went to sleep.

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Hurrah! Done another. . . no cliff hanger!

Thanks for all the wonderful reviews! My goal is to get to 50 in this story, I'm at 24 now. I am, again, not sure how to write this story. I had another idea for this chapter, so I'm going to be doing another story with the same first 7 chapters. It's going to involve Gregory Black, not as Sirius, but as someone else, whom I will not explain at this moment. I probably won't write it until I'm finished this story, though.

-unolimbo